"... Don't worry about that stuff, dude. Let's just hang out and try to have fun. If it sucks, there’s nothing stopping us from leaving." Jason said.

	"Yeah, I guess you're right." Matthew replied, rubbing the back of his neck. "What are you even supposed to do at these things anyway?"

	"Socialize. And drink, probably." the raccoon answered. "That's what I've seen at least. I've never been to this place before, and I only know the one roommate."

	On their walk up the driveway their fur was displaced by a strong Autumn breeze. Matt shoved his hands into the pockets of his hoodie for warmth. Though it wasn't a long way from the street to the house, the fox felt thankful he was wearing jeans.

	When they got to the door they heard faint music and chatter from inside. Matt pushed up his glasses and straightened out his back, trying to look confident. Jason knocked, and within a few moments someone answered. "Yo! Here for the party?" he asked, glancing between the two.

	"That's right. Eric invited me." Jason said. "I brought a friend along. Hope that's alright." The fox gave a little wave to introduce himself.

	"Sure, we got room. I don't have to introduce you then, they're probably expecting you’ll be here." he said, opening the door wider and stepping out of the way. "There's pop and stuff in the kitchen. Owners ask that guests stick to the ground floor and avoid spilling drinks on the carpet. Also don't smoke inside. I guess it's a lease."

	"Thanks. We'll keep that in mind." Jason said. When they got inside the sounds amplified. It was much warmer too. Based on the amount of voices heard and heads seen at a glance, there were probably a couple dozen people already in attendance. It was a sizable place; about big enough to host a party with that amount of people and not feel cramped. The guests were bunched together into groups of varying sizes, including some folks in the garage and on the back porch. Although people from many walks of life had shown up, everyone was in the same age group as Jason and Matt.

	Matt looked around at the crowds of strangers but didn’t recognize a single person he saw. It put a sinking feeling in his stomach and made his tail droop. He was more than happy to let Jason lead their experience, following close behind him.

	To start off they went from room to room, perusing the property together and seeing what was going on. Most people stood or sat around talking to each other, spread fairly evenly throughout the house. A few were already plastered or halfway there. For a little while two of those people were smooching each other in a corner, making no attempt to keep their hands to themselves. The smell of booze was strongest in the dining room where guests had assembled around the table, taking turns bouncing ping pong balls into cups of beer.

	Jason heard a door opening and spotted a stag coming out of the bathroom. "Hey, I know that guy. Come with me, I want to talk to him." he said to Matt. The man recognized Jason right away.

	"Good to see you, man." the buck said as they neared.

	"Same. Wasn't expecting to run into you here." Jason said. “I haven’t seen you since you moved. How has life been treating you?”

	"Could always be worse. Nothing really new.” the man said. “Nice place here, isn't it?"

	Jason gave his surroundings a glance. "Yeah, perfect spot for a party. It's very open." he replied. "And pretty clean considering the amount of people."

	"So who's your friend?" the buck asked, looking at the fox standing meekly beside him.

	"That's Matt. We've been buddies since forever." he said. "Matt, this is Steven."

	Steven gave Matt a nod. "Sup?"

	"Uh, not much. How about you?" Matt asked, speaking with an uncertain quality.

	"Just taking a break from beer pong. Want to join in?" he offered. Matt's mind raced. The last thing he wanted to do right now was jump into a game he didn't know the rules of. The idea of doing it with a group of strangers made his blood feel cold. His first instinct was to try and find a way out without sounding apathetic or unfriendly.

	"No thanks… beer isn’t my favorite." Matt said.

	"Pfft, what? We drink beer all the time." Jason interrupted. "We even did it last night. He's just being shy. Right, Matt?" he asked. The fox’s cheeks lit up and he folded his ears back, staring at his feet.

	“I mean… yeah, I do like it. But there are other drinks I like a lot more though.” Matt hastily clarified. His friend’s remark made him more concerned about being seen as untruthful than as abrasive.

	After a few seconds of dead air Steven chuckled it off. “No pressure. We’re gonna be at it for a while if you change your mind.” Jason waved to him with a smile as he left.

	Once he was gone, Matt nudged the raccoon with his elbow. “D-Don’t do that…”

	“Heheh, sorry. I’ll stop busting your balls. You don’t have to play games if you don’t want to.” Jason said. “Try not to overthink things though, okay? Just tell people how you really feel."

	Matt looked apprehensive. "Okay."

	"Good. Now let’s find someone else for you to talk to.” Glancing around, Jason searched the room for a person he didn't recognize. The first one he noticed was a husky refilling her cup at the punch bowl. She looked a little younger than them but was just as tall, and was dressed casually. Because she wasn't with anyone and they already happened to be standing in her path, the raccoon drew her into a conversation. "Hey, how's it going?" he asked, prompting her to stop.

	"Not too bad." she said as she sized him up. "I don't know you, do I?"

	"Nope. I'm Jason, and this is my friend Matt." he said, patting him on the back.

	“Well hiya. I’m Nicole.” she said, flashing the raccoon a friendly smile. Matt shuffled backwards a couple inches, trying to make his friend stay in the spotlight.

	"Matt is new to this kind of event, but he's a cool guy. You should get to know him." Jason gave the fox a little shove, forcing him to stand closer to the girl and stop using him as a shield. Matt swallowed nervously as he was thrust into the center of the conversation, the stranger's attention brought to bear solely on him.

	"Oh yeah? What kinda stuff are you up to?" she asked, tilting her head.

	"What do you mean? L-Like hobbies?" Matt asked.

	"Sure, that works." she said. "What do you do for fun?"

	"Err..." Matt got butterflies, his thoughts spiraling. He felt put on the spot, looking off to the side while trying to think of an answer that wouldn't be embarrassing. Then he remembered what Jason told him, feeling encouraged because he was standing right there. "Well, a lot of the time I play tabletop games. Pen and paper ones I mean…"

	"Oh, really? That's neat. I have a friend who’s super into those." she said. Matt perked up, not entirely expecting that she would know what he meant.

	"What about you?" he asked.

	"Recently I’ve been getting into painting. Soccer is my real passion, though. I play for my uni." she answered. Matt scrambled for something he could say to keep the conversation going.

	"Is that… uh… difficult?" he asked. She thought about it for a second while taking a sip of her drink.

	“Yeah, it can be pretty rough. Practice eats up most of my free time which means I have a strict calendar. And people take it seriously, so it’s really competitive.” Nicole explained. “Been doing it since middle school though, so it’s not like I didn’t know what I was getting into. I like the lifestyle.”

	"Sounds like you're good at it then, to get that far?" Matt asked. The husky giggled, and he blushed. He was so busy thinking about what he would say next he didn't register that he'd given a compliment until after she reacted.

	"I guess you could say that. But I'm not a pro or anything."

	Nicole unexpectedly looked behind him toward her friends. They were trying to get her attention. She gave them a quick wave then looked back at Matt and Jason. "Hey, it was nice meeting you two. My people are waiting on me so I gotta go. See you around." she said, smiling and parting ways.

	Jason looked at Matt, putting his arm over his shoulder. "See? What's there to be afraid of?" Jason asked, giving the fox a reassuring look. Matt rubbed his arm anxiously.

	"I'm just not a people person. It drains a lot of my energy to do that." Matt said.

	“That’s fine. I’m glad you decided to come out tonight and try anyway.”

	As the night went on Jason included Matt in his conversations, occasionally trying to make him go outside his comfort zone. He managed to get him to open up a little once he’d learned that the people there were nice and just wanted to have a good time. Despite feeling less tense he still didn’t talk much, and acted skittish when more than a couple sets of eyes were upon him.

	Some time after their arrival Jason got a text message. When he checked it, he frowned. Matt looked to him in confusion. "What's up?" the fox asked.

	"Uh… you're gonna hate me for this, but something came up. My boss needs me to cover for someone last minute. I have to leave." Jason explained. He started typing a message back.

	"Oh." Matt stopped in place and rubbed his wrist, looking over his shoulders. "That’s fine. It's not your fault. Besides, I was thinking it's about time I leave too." he said, reflexively positing an excuse not to be there alone.

	"No, no, you should stay. Don’t leave just because of me and my dumb graveyard shift." Jason insisted, putting a hand on his shoulder. "You already came all the way out here, and you're managing fine."

	"But… I don't know anybody here." he said, suddenly looking terrified.

	"People are still coming and going. What if someone you know shows up? Or what if you make a new friend?" Jason asked. “Don’t you remember how we first met?”

	Matt fidgeted as he contemplated being there without backup. “Maybe…” he said. So far none of his fears had been realized, and the edge had definitely been dulled since they first arrived. “Okay. I’ll try to stay for a while.”

	“Awesome.” Jason said, patting him with a wide grin. “I’ll see you later. I won’t make it back in time for the party so don’t wait for me or anything.”

	“Alright. Be safe.” Matt said, waving Jason goodbye. After he went out the door the fox glanced around nervously. He had no idea what to do next, and felt out of place standing there by himself. So he picked a direction and started walking in the hope he wouldn’t draw attention to himself. Shuffling along slowly to buy time, he scanned his surroundings for something to do. Everyone else was already in a conversation or otherwise occupied and he was too timid to intrude, especially when it was a stranger. That’s what he thought to himself at least, until he saw someone that was by themselves and not at all busy. It made him realize he didn’t particularly want to do it in the first place, even if he wasn’t interrupting.

	After pacing the same path a few times Matt noticed the sofa in the living room was empty. The opportunity to settle down out of peoples’ way was alluring; he hurriedly seated himself at one end of the couch and felt much less vulnerable after doing so. The TV was off so he resorted to observing the other guests while idly twiddling his thumbs.

	Matt was confident in his ability to blend in; as much as he hated it though, he was not invisible. An observant eye might take notice, and that's just what one did. He felt an uneasy sensation that someone was watching so he looked around to see who it was. His search came to an end when he met the gaze of a cat woman who was staring at him out of the corner of her eye. The brown-furred tabby stood on the other side of the room with a few other people but her attention had apparently shifted to Matt. He wasn’t actually sure if she was looking at him, nor how long it had gone on if so. Feeling like he’d been caught red handed and with an overabundance of caution, Matt broke eye contact right away, acquiring a blush. He tried to play it off by pretending he didn’t know she was there. Still, he couldn’t help but glance back every few moments to see if she was. While being careless about where his eyes traveled, he got a good look at her outfit; she wore a crop top with a matching circle skirt that cut off above her knees. Unlike most people there she didn’t have shoes, only socks. The feline squinted at him from across the room, her lips curling into a subtle smile. Being checked out proved enough to stir her interest. She said something to the people she was with, then left to investigate.

	The fox was filled with panic as he watched the woman walk straight toward him. Suddenly his legs felt restless and his palms became sweaty. He thought to himself: Is she coming to me? It looks like she’s swaying her hips… Shit, what do I say? Matt couldn’t deny that he was attracted to her, and she looked just his age. No matter how hard he tried to shake the thought of courtship it remained firmly lodged in the back of his mind.

	The cat plopped herself on the couch next to Matt, sitting hip to hip with him. He was greeted by the strong smell of girly perfume mixed with alcohol. Smiling, she looked into his eyes. “Hey, mister fox. I’m Amy. What’s your name?” She used a friendly voice, but the enthusiasm with which she leaned against him sent a slightly different message. The fox blushed up a storm, flattening his ears against his head and turning to avoid her gaze. His posture subtly shifted; he pulled his shoulders inward and brought his legs together, making himself smaller.

	“M-Me?" he stammered, glancing to see if there was another fox behind him. There wasn’t, so he stared down at the floor in front of him instead. "Uh… my name is Matthew.” he said, tapping his fingers together.

	“That’s a cute name.” Amy said. As she gazed at the man she saw him stealing glances at her body through the corner of his glasses, all while conspicuously avoiding her face. With a smirk she placed her arm around his shoulder and pulled him closer. He tensed up as she squeezed him, feeling her breasts pressed against his arm. “I haven’t seen you around before. Do you party much?”

	“N-Not really.” the fox answered honestly. "I’m an introvert.”

	"You don't say?" she giggled. Matt blushed, realizing that was probably obvious. "Is that why you’ve been sitting here all by yourself for like ten minutes?"

	"Yeah. I'm sorta lost… Social gatherings really aren't my thing." he said sheepishly.

	"So what made you come to this one?" Amy asked.

	"... My friend talked me into it."

	"And that's all it took? You're pretty brave." she said, batting her eyelashes at him and smirking.

	"W-Well, I don't know if I'd go that far…" Matt said, wearing a timid smile and feeling flattered at her compliment to his masculinity.

	“I would. You did something you were afraid of.” she retorted. He felt a rush of emotions and wasn’t quite sure how to interpret her advances. She sounded sincere, almost like she was flirting.

	"Yeah… I did, didn't I?" he muttered.

	Matt was quiet as he contemplated it, and there was a pregnant pause. Then Amy casually asked: "You got a girlfriend, Matt?" His blush intensified until he was burning up. Inside his chest his heart played trampoline. He could think of only one reason why she would ask that; any doubt still lingering in his mind as to her intentions was erased.

	"Uh... no." he replied, gulping.

	Amy grinned. "Well, in that case..." she continued, trailing off. He felt her whiskers tickling his cheek as she nuzzled into his ear, whispering: "Want me to show you how it's done?" The sensation of her hot breath against his skin made him shudder and his fur stand on end. He was red as a tomato, his eyes wide. Being so close to Matt allowed Amy to feel the pound of his heart and hyperventilation in response to her proposition. The fox shifted around in place, turning his hips away from her and lifting one of his legs to shield himself from embarrassment.

	“Wh… H-How what is done?” he asked, stuttering in bewilderment. The fox finally turned to look her in the eye, searching for answers. Amy was staring back at him with an impish grin.

	“Partying.” she said.

	“I don’t think I understand.” Matt said with darting eyes, his cheeks glowing. “Aren’t we at a party right now? A-Are you asking me to drink with you or something?”

	“Don’t play dumb. You know exactly what I mean.” Amy asserted, lowering her eyelids and blinking at him slowly. Her tail flicked side to side as he sat there, speechless.

	“You… you’ve gotta be screwing with me, r-right? Is this some kind of joke?” Amy didn’t answer him that time. Instead she brushed her hair out of her face and leaned forward, pushing her lips against his in a short kiss. They exhaled hot air into each other’s faces and it kicked up, leaving Matt’s glasses foggy. After breaking the kiss she met his eyes again, purring softly. Matthew had an ear to ear grin, wearing some of her lipstick on his mouth. He paused for a while to process what just happened. “T-Then… then let’s do it.” he said with a wagging tail.

	Returning his smile, Amy rose to her feet and offered her hand. When he took it and stood up she intertwined her fingers with his, giving a squeeze. His tail went faster and he held on firm, experiencing a tingling wave that spread through his body and made him feel floaty. As soon as he was on his feet Matt frantically shoved his free hand into his jeans pocket. He blushed bright red and glanced around, paranoid that someone would look in their direction. Nobody seemed to be paying attention though. His mind raced as he followed her to their unspoken destination, weaving between groups of party-goers to get there. On their way Amy swatted her tail at the fox, brushing past his legs and belly and making it that much harder for him to hide himself. It felt as though his heart might leap out from his chest at any moment; he was spilling over with emotions, equal parts fear and excitement. Relief washed over him when she made a turn for the staircase and they began their ascent. After they were on the second floor he felt much less exposed. It was quieter there, and no people were around.

	Amy stopped in front of a door and let go of his hand, then turned to look at him. Even at a glance the tent that had formed in the front of his pants was plainly obvious. Now that they were alone he didn’t bother trying to hide it. Her eyes traveled downward and made him feel ticklish, as though her stare was actually touching him. "Wow. Someone's eager to play.” she teased. “Your buddy must really think I'm hot, huh? I don't even have my clothes off yet." The cat got closer and pressed her chest against his, looking up at him with a sultry grin. Now that they were standing next to each other his height advantage of three or four inches became apparent. Although he couldn’t see what was happening down below from his current position, he jolted up when he felt her grabbing between his legs. She traced her fingers along the outline of his boner, teasing him through his jeans. He let out a soft moan and panted through his mouth, his eyelids getting droopy. Amy admired how his expression changed while applying the gentle touch, observing how easy it was to set him off. "Gosh, you are gonna be so much fun to break in." she said before letting go.

	Matt watched with great interest as she opened the door then reached around and grabbed a sock that was hanging from the inside. She brought it out and pulled it over the handle on the hallway-facing side of the door. Matt recognized the gesture and felt a rush of excitement. Once it was secured she gave him a naughty glance and pushed it open all the way, going inside.

	The fox began to follow her but stopped short, idling in the doorway. He looked around the room shyly, like he wasn’t sure if he was allowed to be there. It was lit modestly by curtain lights and decorated with girly things, presenting Matt with an unfamiliar environment. There were two beds in the room; hers was evidently the one in the right corner given that’s the one she went to.

	Amy noticed he wasn’t behind her any more and went back to him wearing a smirk. “Get in here, stud. I'm not letting you bone me in the hallway.” The cat hooked her finger beneath his belt and led him inside by the front of his pants. After closing it behind him she locked it for an extra layer of privacy, then dragged him all the way to her bed by his belt. She took a seat at the base of it and asked: “Nervous?” Matt nodded slowly, rubbing his hands together. “Well don’t be. We’re gonna have a lot of fun. Just follow my lead and do what I say, okay? Now kiss me.” she instructed.

	Matt hesitated for a while, blushing. She sat there and waited patiently, wearing a little grin while watching him fidget. His first attempt was quickly aborted. On his second, he committed and slowly leaned forward. With closing eyes he put his lips on hers in a kiss. Her mouth was warm and soft and gave him a tingle as it brushed against his own. The sensation made a shiver roll across his body that left goosebumps in its wake. She kissed him back, tilting her head and brushing whiskers as she locked their lips together. He took a breath in to sigh deeply as he lost himself in the pleasurable and intimate sensation. His mind wandered, and he stopped thinking about things like what he was doing with his hands, leaving them to awkwardly hover in front of him. They stayed there until Amy took them into her own hands and moved them to her chest, where she guided him beneath her top. Once there she closed her fingers and squeezed her boobs with his hands a single time before letting go. Then she leaned back, propping herself up on the bed with her arms. The fox’s tail wagged swiftly as he cradled her bosom, feeling the warmth and weight contained in her bra. He mimicked the gesture she showed him, squeezing and kneading gently as they touched lips. She purred and his face was pleasantly tickled by the vibrations.

	Time seemed to move faster than it should have. Before he knew it Amy parted his mouth with her own. Their kiss became closer and wetter, and they were blanketed in each other’s hot breath. While their lips danced Matt was busy exploring, cupping her chest and testing its softness. Touching her in a place that was normally forbidden made his heart pound with excitement; in a rush of emotions he pushed harder into the kiss, eliciting a soft noise from his partner. She flicked the tip of her tail as he became more forceful. The cat leaned further back, forcing him to follow her and bring their bodies closer together.

	Matt visibly shivered as the cat brought her tongue forward and dragged it across his lips. She withdrew it as fast as it extended, then dove back into their open mouth kiss. Craving more, he cautiously pushed his tongue into her maw, dipping inside her body. She met it with her own tongue and they were both enveloped in a comforting, joyful warmth. He rubbed the surface of his tongue against hers, feeling every bump and curve as they blissfully exchanged saliva. His increasingly zealous expedition left her squirming in ticklishness. Pushing back against his tongue, she caught him off guard and deftly pinned it down while he was inside her mouth. After holding it in place for a few seconds she backed off and smirked. Matt accepted the challenge and retaliated, grappling with her tongue. They wrestled back and forth, twirling and wrapping around each other in a playful battle for dominance. After a messy struggle Matt pinned her into place, immobilizing her tongue inside its own home. A blush appeared on Amy’s cheeks and she pushed her chest out, exhaling deeply. She surrendered and stopped fighting his tongue, moaning as he slid deeper and lapped inside her maw.

	After giving him a chance to sloppily claim his reward, Amy grabbed at the bottom of the fox's hoodie and tugged up. She lifted it to his chest along with the t-shirt that was beneath, exposing the white fur of his belly. A wave of excitement went through Matt as he felt the air touch his body. He leaned away from the kiss and worked together with her to get the garments over his arms efficiently. As she pulled them over his head his glasses were knocked loose and came off his face. He caught them before they fell, then looked around for a place where they wouldn't be in the way. "Wait…" Amy said, grabbing him before he moved. "Do you mind leaving those on?" she asked, nibbling the inside of her lip.

	"Oh… uh, sure. No problem." Matt said. He dropped his clothes onto the floor and happily put his specs back on, suddenly feeling attractive because of them. Amy wore an appreciative smile.

	Once he was half naked his partner took it upon herself to join him. She slipped out of her less bulky top with ease and tossed it aside, uncovering her bra. He looked on in anticipation, waiting for her to finish stripping before trying to kiss again. That’s where Amy stopped though. She got a playful look in her eye that made him wonder what she had in mind.

	“I want you to do this part.” she said. “You need to learn how to undress a woman. Something makes me think you don’t have much practice.”

	Matt blushed. Without confirmation or denial, he gave it his best shot. Reaching tentatively under her arms, he blindly grasped for the straps behind her back. She moved to give him more room, staring right in his face as he did so. Being watched so closely put him on edge. He tried multiple times to unfasten the hook, but not being able to see and his unfamiliarity with the mechanism made him feel silly when he failed. Determined to get it off anyway, he kept trying, folding his ears back and avoiding eye contact with a sheepish expression. Amy giggled at him, watching with supreme amusement.

	"It's not easy from this angle." Matt said, trying to justify his performance.

	"Oh, so you *have* done this before?" Amy asked, staring at him with a widening grin. He realized how his phrasing might be misinterpreted.

	"W-Well… that’s not what I meant." Matt trailed off. He fumbled with his hands even more as he spoke, looking increasingly nervous and red. “Sorry. I’m not good under pressure…”

	When Amy saw his reaction she smiled and spoke slower. "I was only teasing. You’re doing fine. Just relax, okay?” she cooed in a soft voice. Her words melted away his shakes, and he breathed deep. Then she continued: “Try pushing them together first." He took her advice and still had trouble, but after trying for a few more moments he managed to get it off. With no support her bare tits hung freely in front of him. Clutching her bra in his hand, he gawked at them, wagging his tail and wearing a gratified smile. When he looked back up she locked eyes and crawled further onto the bed, then patted the spot in front of her. Matt put the bra down and followed eagerly. He kicked his shoes off and made the bedsprings creak as he mounted it. Amy waited for him to get close then looked at him expectantly, prompting him to lean in for another kiss.

	Once their tongues reunited, Matt’s hands wandered back to her chest where he cupped her naked breasts. With no bra in the way he was free to get a more personal experience. He squished them gently, enjoying the feeling of her soft and supple flesh and the silky fur that covered her skin. Amy’s hands wandered too, first caressing his waist then stuffing her fingers down the sides of his jeans. When he felt her claws against his thighs he got a shiver and wagged his tail; there was a distinct realization that his pants had ceased to be a barrier between his bits and the outside world. The sensation of exposure made him excited. He buried his tongue deep in her mouth, then felt for her nipples and prodded at them gently. After rubbing with his thumbs in slow horizontal strokes they became firm. Amy purred as a warm tingle spread through her chest and made her heart flutter. She got out of his pants to wrap her arms over his shoulders, falling backwards and pulling him with her. She landed in her pillows with Matt laying on top. As their bodies pressed together his tent poked into her thigh, throbbing as they made out.

	Amy raised her leg between Matt’s and pressed it against his crotch, pinning his clothed erection between her thigh and his body. She could feel it twitching faster. When she grinded up and down Matt moaned softly into her mouth, curling his toes. He instinctively bucked his hips a few times, dry humping her leg while their lips made quiet wet smacks. Amy purred and blushed at how hard he felt, and how eager and ready his body was to hump.

	After becoming well acquainted with the taste of each other’s lips Amy broke away. He stopped moving and stared with a blush as she looked into his eyes. “Hey… Y’know you’re allowed to touch me in other places too, right?” she asked, wearing an amused smirk. Matt’s blush intensified and he looked down, realizing his hands hadn't ventured from her chest since she put them there. He hesitated, fixing his glasses.

	"Uhm… W-Where?" he asked, afraid of doing something wrong. She giggled at the nature of his question.

	"Why don't you try it and find out?" she asked with bedroom eyes, offering herself. With a mystified and aroused look on his face Matt stared down at her body. Once he caught on that she was trying to get him to take the reins the prospect seemed less intimidating. Moving his hands to her sides, he slowly stroked downwards to her hips then back up again, tracing the curve of her body. It elicited a quiet purr from Amy, who shifted around and flicked her tail back and forth as she watched him explore. Feeling her squirm and react to his touch gave him a thrill. He already longed for the feeling of her kiss, so he closed his eyes and leaned in. As he tasted her lips again his petting took on an especially lustful quality. She responded in kind, cradling the back of his head and stroking his neck.

	Matt moved to her abdomen next, running his fingers through the plush fur on her belly. Their kiss ended early when she tensed up and reflexively giggled. He realized she was ticklish there and slowed down to check in. After he stopped though, she only seemed to purr louder. She got her revenge by swatting her tail between his legs, tickling his crotch and eliciting a shiver. He sprouted a smile of his own, loosening up. Leaning back in, he eagerly resumed their kiss.

	Once he’d dipped his toes in the fox quickly found himself entranced, wandering from place to place on her body to pet and observe her reaction. She purred when his hands moved lower, petting the outsides of her thighs and touching through her skirt. It made her move around beneath him, filled with an arousing ticklishness. She let out quiet noises as they kissed, stroking from his neck down to his shoulders and back. Matt’s hands moved lower and lower, passing the edge of her skirt. Eventually he ran out of untouched places that were within reach. He thought hard about his next move.

	Flattening his reddened ears against his head, the fox reached beneath Amy’s skirt. He put his hand on her leg and pet the soft fur that lined the inside of her thigh. Feeling his touch made her trill and spread them wider, thumping her tail against the bed. Matt’s heart pounded, and they both felt the throbbing of desire in his pants. He reached further, tickling and stroking her near the crux of her legs. She breathed rapidly, squeezing onto his shoulders and holding tight.

	After feeling her up the fox pulled away from the kiss and looked into her eyes. She stared back, purring at how his hand remained buried beneath her skirt. With a deep breath Matt leaned back and took the bottom of the garment, lifting it just enough to peek beneath. He glanced back over at her in search of disapproval, but the only cue she offered was a smile. Overwhelmed with desire and not sure what else to do, he flipped her skirt up. Once her panties were exposed he carefully grasped the waistband to pull them down. After bringing them to her knees his unblinking eyes fixed themselves between her legs in a greedy stare.

	“I was wondering when you were gonna do that.” Amy teased. His face burned brighter with the realization he might have been keeping her waiting; though her apparent lack of impatience made him question that assumption. “Ever seen one of those before, hun? You look like a deer in the headlights.” she poked, wearing a grin and watching his reaction. Only then did he catch himself gawking. He abruptly looked away and wore a sheepish blush. Amy couldn’t help but feel flattered that he was so intimidated by her body. “Touch me. I won’t bite.” She said as she folded her hands below her chest, parting her legs in offering.

	The feline’s display made blood rush to Matt’s cock. He couldn’t resist his male instincts. The fox lowered his hand between her legs and touched her vulva, stroking along her slit with his fingers. The fur surrounding it was particularly soft. He could feel Amy staring at him and he blushed, avoiding her eyes. After feeling the outside he pushed his fingers inward and parted her labia, getting a taste of the warmth within. Rubbing downward until he felt her hole, he gingerly sunk his middle finger inside. The tight squeeze and intense heat of her vagina made him twitch in his pants. He inserted his index finger alongside the first then slowly slid them in and out, imagining what it would feel like for real. Amy’s body responded to his touch, tightening and gently gripping his fingers. Her chest rose and fell noticeably faster and he felt moisture soaking into his hand. After probing her he pulled out, revealing the black fur of his fingers to be slick and matted down.

	“Feels inviting, doesn't it? Hot and wet?” she asked, giving him a sultry look. He nodded fast. Wrapping her legs around his waist, she pulled the man closer until his tent pressed against her bare pussy. Even through his pants he could feel her heat. “Want to feel it squeezing around your cock?”

	“Y-Yes.” he said as confidently as he could.

	“Oh yeah? How much?” she asked, lowering her eyelids.

	“S-So much…” he said with a powerful shudder, breathing heavily. He could barely contain himself, presenting like a drooling wild animal in heat.

	“Then what are you waiting for? I’m right here. Do it, Matthew.” she said, grinding against his crotch. “Let your instincts take over. Don’t think, just put it in and fuck me.”

	Matt’s mind was fogged with arousal. It felt like his body gained a will of its own. In a blur he plucked the panties off her legs and tossed them to the side. Her skirt went next. Then he fumbled as he hurriedly unbuckled his belt. After undoing his jeans he pulled them down with his underwear, allowing himself to spring out at full mast. He kicked out of his clothes and got down on all fours over Amy, kneeling between her legs. He was face to face with her, supporting himself with one hand on either side of her head. Wearing a shy smile, he laid his cock across her vulva, twitching and pulsing with incredible need. She exhaled deeply through her mouth as he shared his heat, anticipating the feeling of having it inside. The blush on her cheeks grew and she breathed faster, looking down to watch along with him.

	Matt held onto the base of his length and repositioned himself to line up with her pussy. Using his tip to kiss between her legs, he slid up and down against her slit, getting himself wet with her fluids and making her purr. He twitched and swelled at how she felt on his cock, huffing with arousal. Then he moved his hips forward, slowly sinking into her hole. As he made the first blissful dive his jaw slackened and his tongue lolled out, his eyes going droopy. Her velvety walls hugged tight, making his cock feel wet and warm. He panted heavily like an excited dog, learning with incredible pleasure what a woman truly felt like. Amy gave him a quiet moan of encouragement upon his entrance, a wave of pleasure rolling through her body. Wrapping her arms around his torso, she shuddered and let her eyes drift closed, ruffling the fur on his back. After swinging her tail side to side she coiled it around his thigh tight.

	Matt pulled back, feeling the friction of her vagina holding onto his cock and squeezing as it left. After coming out to his tip he slid back inside, shivering with pleasure and going even deeper. He continued the pattern, slowly penetrating her and acclimating to the motion of humping. His eyes fluttered and his legs shook as he was overcome with the sensation of being engulfed in a warm, wet pussy. He squeezed handfuls of the blanket and knelt wider to keep himself steady, thankful he wasn’t still on his feet. Hunched forward and huffing hot air over her, he sped up at his own pace until he worked into a rhythm, thrusting in and out at a modest rate. They stared at each other with visceral and primal urge that drained away all other expression.

	"Fuck… Amy, you are so hot." Matt uttered, overflowing with affection. He gazed at her in unbridled lust and the cat's cheeks turned pink, her eyes sparkling. Seeing how much she softened up after feeling his cock made him bold with desire. Leaning down, he locked her in a passionate kiss, mashing his mouth against hers and grunting in pleasure. Amy fluttered her eyes as she held onto the fox tight to anchor herself. She purred loudly with every breath, squeezing his leg with her tail while he fucked her. The stiffness that filled her pussy throbbed with the beat of his heart, each pulse giving her a tingle. With every dive she became more familiar with his cock; she felt in intimate detail its shape and cushiony but firm surface, and every little twitch and swell he made while inside. Shifting in place, the feline nestled into her pillows and got comfortable so she could savor his massage; the deepest kind a man could possibly give. She smiled joyfully against his lips and closed her eyes while he went to town.

	Sweat began to form on Matt's face, making the fur on his flushed cheeks damp. He pulled away from the kiss so he could huff and pant, becoming less careful and more feral in his thrusts. With every plunge he moved a little bit, gradually changing the spots he reached until his cock scraped just the right place. Amy arched her back and let out a pointed moan. "There! R-Right there!" she said, hugging him with her legs and curling her toes. Hearing her reaction fanned the flames of his arousal and made him want more. He hadn’t been paying attention so he wasn’t sure exactly what he did, but he tried to do it again anyway, clumsily plumbing her hole from different angles. It was challenging to focus on anything other than the feeling of her pussy, but eventually he rammed his cock against the top of her canal and earned a feminine trill. He remembered how he did it that time and adjusted himself accordingly.

	As soon as he could Matt was slamming into her again, letting her feel the silky drag and knead of his manhood. She mewled with every thrust, being sure to make noises when he was doing a good job. By then Matt had completely devolved. He let out a low growl of pleasure from the back of his throat and clenched his jaw as his body was rocked by waves of euphoria. All the movement jerking back and forth gradually knocked his glasses down his snout until they were sitting by his nose. The sight of a once reserved and quiet man brought to such a state by nothing but her own body made Amy purr in satisfaction.

	Falling into a trance, the feline writhed and squirmed beneath him in an unconscious expression of pleasure. She lifted her chin and sunk her head into the pillows, rolling around in them. Her partner, who increasingly presented like a hungry wolf, took notice. The display of her tender neck was an invitation that proved too tempting to resist. He leaned down and pressed his mouth to her throat in a smooch, feeling her plush fur and skin against his lips. She moaned softly and jutted her neck out, reinforcing the behavior. He became more aggressive, licking and suckling at different spots on the front and sides of her neck while eagerly humping her. Eventually he moved upwards, nuzzling and kissing at her cheek then around her ear. The lewd sounds his lips made grew in volume for her and earned a shiver. Amy panted heavily while making girly noises, quivering and blushing as he assertively handled her hotspots.

	Once he had reached a certain point Matt felt his posture was limiting. With the aim of plunging into her using even more force, he stopped just long enough to reposition himself. When he had more leverage he was able to put his weight into his hip movements. He began to utilize more of his cock, broadening the length of each thrust. She gasped softly and squeezed him as he slammed his crotch against hers, grabbing handfuls of his fur. The bedsprings squeaked noisily under the stress of their combined mass bouncing up and down on the mattress. Every plunge was accompanied by the soft "paf" of his furred balls against her butt.

	Tension and heat built in Matthew's groin, concentrating at the tip of his cock. As it grew more intense his arms shook and his heart raced. He humped Amy wildly, only sliding enough of his length out that he could feel the friction gripping him upon his frenzied reentry. It made for a bumpy ride with many short but fast movements. She mewled and panted as she was filled with his whole rod, making her feel stuffed; it brought the most arousing and comforting warmth. The fox swelled within her as he squeezed the blanket and breathed hard. “I can’t… it’s going to…” he muttered, trailing off. He grit his teeth in a snarl and squeezed his eyes shut, tensing up. Amy abruptly pulled him as close as she could with her legs, bringing their crotches together. The motion buried his engorged manhood down to his balls. She held him there using all four limbs, tangling their sweating bodies into a mess of arms and legs. The sensation of being completely enveloped along with the knowledge that she wanted his cum pushed him beyond the point of no return.

	Matt erupted, his face twisting in ecstacy. His mouth fell open and his tongue lolled out, then his vision blurred until he could only see colors. Tugging close to his body, his balls pulsated and throbbed as they ejected their contents. He shot thick ropes of seed at her cervix and painted her womb white, filling her with his cum. Amy shivered as she felt her insides saturated with an intense wetness. Once she was overflowing the excess leaked out around his shaft. She experienced in great intimacy every throb and spurt throughout his orgasm, each introducing her hole to a new wave of steamy spunk. Dragging her claws along his back and groaning, she did her best to coax out every last drop. The fox looked goofy with euphoria, smiling wide even after he was dry and left bathing in the afterglow.

	Huffing and puffing like he had just finished a marathon, Matt slowly pulled out. He looked down and watched as it slid from between her puffy lips. His cock was shiny and dripping with her juices, slowly going soft. The knowledge that he had planted his load in her womb satisfied a primal need deep in his brain, making him feel fulfilled. In a sudden bout of exhaustion he slumped forward, laying on top of Amy with his chin nestled between her breasts and his eyelids lowering.

	The fox snapped back to attention when he felt Amy’s hands on his shoulders, guiding him down. “Nonono, don’t stop. Keep going.” she said fervently, panting and blushing. Seeing the needy look in her eye, how worked up she was, reactivated him. In a much more relaxed and serene state Matt crawled down until he was on eye level with her pussy. She was swollen and flush, still leaky from his deposit. He sniffed at her, then blinked a few times, almost overpowered by the smell. Her perfume mingled with the aroma of her pussy to create an irresistible cocktail of sweet flowery scents. It became impossible to tell them all apart. Smelling her after sex, or rather during it, was a powerful aphrodisiac to him; it was energizing, making his tail wag and his mouth water.

	Amy put her hand on his head and smiled, purring. “Here.” she cooed, guiding him so his snout pressed against the top of her womanhood. She shivered as she felt his wet nose wiggling on her clit. Every sniff and slight movement he made gave an arousing tickle that spread through her body like electricity. Propelled by a second wind, Matt joyfully nuzzled her swollen pussy while taking deep breaths. He savored how she smelled, letting her feel the cool air rushing past her button as he inhaled then the humid exhale that warmed her back up. After filling his lungs and whetting his appetite he buried his nose in her mound and pressed his lips to her engorged clit in a kiss, making it wet with his saliva. She instinctively pushed against his face, making a feminine noise of pleasure. Her hand joined the other behind her head and she held onto the pillows tight, breathing heavily.

	Matt looked up and met her eyes, giving her another slow and wet kiss. She blushed and trilled, gazing back bashfully. A blissful sensation radiated from her crotch that made her feel an unbearable urge to move her legs. The feline brought her knees together and squeezed his face between her thighs, nudging his glasses and making them crooked. He smirked in amusement, closing his eyes as he rolled his tongue out and stole a taste of her clit. Then he alternated, taking a moment to huff her intensifying scent and nuzzle her button before going back to licking. The heat radiating from between her legs became concentrated around his face and fogged up his glasses. She shifted around and grinded on his mouth from the stimulation, brushing the sides of his head with her thighs.

	The sensation was pleasant but her movements made it difficult for Matt to stay on target. He solved that problem by putting his hands on the insides of her legs and lustfully pushing them back open. Curling his fingers around her thighs, the fox squeezed and stroked gently, giving a tingle to her pussy and the flesh surrounding it. With a glowing blush she thumped her tail against the bed, flooded with heady sensations. Feeling secured only made her squirm harder, as she was no longer cautious of moving too far away. Even more than that, she tried to close her legs just so she could feel him stop her and hold them apart with more force. Matt tightened his grip and leaned his weight forward, pinning her lower half against the bed. Keeping her legs spread and held down, he let out a low growl, like a feral wolf protecting its feast. She felt it as a rumble between her legs that made a wave of excitement wash over her. The sensation was an intensely arousing combination of safe and vulnerable. She shivered and closed her eyes, sinking into the pillows.

	The fox wrapped his lips over her button, suckling and licking at it from inside his maw. Now that he was holding her mostly still he went faster, flicking his tongue out over her clit. Her legs tensed up and trembled in his grip, and she moaned quietly. Feeling the gentle suction on such an acutely sensitive spot made her squirm harder until she was practically humping his face. She briefly opened her eyes, lids fluttering, to see the man’s face buried between her thighs, mouth on her pussy and glasses barely hanging on. The sight was enough to cast her over the edge.

	Amy arched her back and let out a shuddering moan, bucking her hips. Her body was racked with rhythmic waves of pleasure as the muscles in her pelvis contracted and gorged with blood. The lips of her sex swelled and became puffy, and Matt’s nose was greeted with a fragrant wave of pheromones. He flared his nostrils as he breathed them in, invigorated and aroused by the scent. Through the duration of her orgasm he continued to lather her clit, feeling as it swelled and radiated heat, begging to be touched. He prolonged her release by indulging it with abundant smooches and nose-rubs. She tossed and rolled in ecstasy, moving with as much range as he allowed while trembling and mewling at the slightest touch.

	When the contractions finally ended and Amy's vulva became less swollen, Matt took his mouth off. They huffed and panted together; her because she just came, and Matt because he was too busy eating her out to breathe properly. Loosening his grip and sitting back, he allowed her to move freely again. She didn’t exercise it though, instead sprawling out on her back and laying there. While she was catching her breath Matt noticed she’d been leaking, leaving a wet spot on the blanket between her legs.

	Once Amy caught her breath she beckoned for Matt to join her up close. He gladly did so, wiping off his face with his arm and crawling toward her until she was close enough to grab him and pull him into an embrace. He felt her purring with every breath, arms wrapped firmly around his chest. Smiling wide and blushing, he relished how it felt to have a happy girl holding onto him. The fox nestled beside her on the bed, taking her into his own arms and squeezing her tight. She responded by bunting her head beneath his chin then resting it on him.

	"How'd it feel?" she asked softly.

	"Mmm… really good…" he said, eyes half closed. She smirked at his reaction; his afterglow was palpable.

	"I bet. You made so many cute faces. That must have been the best orgasm you've had in your life." Amy said. He blushed a little.

	"Did you like it too?" Matt asked, angling for reassurance.

	"Mhm." she said, smiling. She nuzzled closer to him. “I still feel warm inside. You filled me up, Matt.” she said. Amy idly stroked her body, sliding a hand down her stomach then between her legs. She touched herself gently, rubbing at her vagina to mix Matt’s sex fluids with his saliva. She smeared it around on her pussy lips, dripping onto the blanket. The fox's cheeks turned redder as he thought about the cum he left inside her womb.

	After decompressing for ten or fifteen minutes both had recovered from their romp. They moved on to just relaxing, when Matt's curiosity got the better of him. "Hey, Amy. Can I just ask… what made you so interested in me in the first place? Was it something I said?” he asked. The fox blushed as he replayed the memory in his head. "You were, uh… really coming onto me earlier."

	Amy smirked. "Cuz I was horny and you were cute. Had a feeling I could get you into bed pretty easily… Also, I kinda have a thing for popping cherries." she admitted. Matt’s blush grew as she went on. "Sometimes you shy boys have a wild animal caged inside just waiting to be released. All that sexual energy building up over so long with nowhere to go. A little nudge is all it takes to bring it out." Amy swished her tail, nuzzling into his shoulder then leaning her head on it. “It’s like dancing through a field of untouched snow after a blizzard. I see it and I just can't resist.” she explained as she stroked his chest. Her fingers combed through his cream-white fur against the grain, leaving it fluffy and out of place. "Know what I mean?"

	"I think so." Matt replied, smiling at her shyly.

	“Plus, after you types blow it's easy to get you to follow through and finish the job. Some guys lose interest and just leave me hanging. I guess you're afraid of disappointing a hot girl, right?” she teased, using his own words.

	“Yeah…A little bit.” Matt admitted, blushing. “The way you were squirming and begging me was so sexy, though. I could tell how badly you needed it. I wanted to make you feel good.” he added, his cheeks going redder.

	The cat purred against him and grinned. “You’re so sweet. You should go down on me next time too.” Amy said as she squeezed him tighter. He felt a swelling of excitement at the implication she made, and took it to mean he did a good job. 

	"Heh. I like the sound of that." he replied. There was a long pause before Matt spoke again. "So… how could you tell…?"

	"Tell what?" she asked, tilting her head.

	"That… you know, that I was a virgin." he said sheepishly.

	“Well, I didn’t actually /know/ until you just said that.” she said, giggling a bunch. "But before? You couldn’t even look at me, sweetie. And you were fidgeting like you’d never been touched by a woman before. Call it a lucky guess."

	Matt turned beet red. “W-Was it that obvious?”

	“Uh-huh.” she teased, giving him a playful wink. She knew saying that would make him flustered, and it very much did; which greatly amused her. "The way you clammed up when I got close was endearing. There's no faking a reaction like that. It made me feel sexy.” Amy said, flicking her tail. "And look what you were hiding. All I had to do was whisper in your ear and tell you it was okay. Then there was no stopping you."

	“I didn’t get carried away, did I?” he asked, looking red.

	“What? No, that was so hot.” Amy said, blushing a little herself. “I love turning boys into horny growling beasts.”

	Matt smiled, looking satisfied with her answer. He took her into a tight embrace and she clutched to him in response. The cat looked up with a calm expression and he looked back, then she nestled down on his chest and rested her eyes. Matt felt fuzzy watching her. He couldn't help but raise a hand to stroke her head. She purred and smiled in response, so he kept doing it.

	After combing his fingers through her hair for a while Matt slid his hand down to her shoulder. He stroked it while giving her a squeeze with his other arm, enjoying the feeling of her body on his hands and against his own. At some point Amy yawned wide and opened her eyes slowly. “You give good hugs.” she said.

	Matt smiled. “Thanks.” he said quietly, looking down at her. “You’re really soft.” she grinned back at him and laid her head down again, slowly swinging her tail like a pendulum. Matt gave her one last pet on the shoulder then moved his hands down to her back. Hugging her with both arms, he felt through her fur, first brushing against the grain to make it stand up then petting it back into place. As he did so his eyes were drawn to the rhythmic motion of her tail. Watching the repetitive movements mesmerized him right as his body settled down, putting him beneath a weighty blanket of drowsiness. Eventually his need for rest caught up with him and he drifted off to sleep, going still. Amy stayed awake and snuggled closer to him, soothed by the quiet sound of him breathing in his postcoital slumber.

	After a long while spent holding each other, Amy opened her eyes and nudged Matt to attention with her nose. "Hey, sleepy head. I'm gonna throw my clothes on and join the party again. You wanna head back too?"

	Matt rubbed his eyes, blinking them open. "Oh, uh… sure." he said. The prospect of being in public brought him back to reality, kicking his brain online and setting his train of thought into motion. Amy caught wind of the subtle shift in his demeanor right away. She squinted at him with a knowing smirk, recalling what he was doing when she first found him.

	"If you’re feeling shy you’re welcome to stick with me. We can chill out together until the party is over." she offered. “I pretty much know everyone here anyway.”

	"T-That's not necessary, I wouldn't want to get in the way of you having fun with your friends or doing whatever it is you actually wanted to do tonight." Matt said meekly, scratching the back of his head.

	“But that is what I want to do. Besides, why do I have to choose?” Amy said, digging her heels in. "Come on. I know you wanna spend time with me. Don't you?"

	Matt gulped, blushing. Her smile was infectious; he couldn’t help but give one back. "Of course I do."

	"Good. Then it’s settled.” she declared. “I can’t just let you wander around aimlessly anyway, I’d make us look like crummy hosts."

	After that Amy rolled over onto her front so she could get up on her hands and knees and crawl toward the edge of the bed. The change in her body position allowed gravity to take more of an effect; on her brief journey there Matt got a good view of his seed leaking from her cunt. Some of the fluid ran down the insides of her thighs and soaked into her fur while some just dripped out, leaving a trail of damp spots on her blanket. Matt blushed as he watched, aroused at the sight. Before getting up she pulled some tissues from the box on her nightstand and wiped her legs until they were dry.

	“Uh… sorry for the mess.” he said, scratching the back of his head and blushing.

	“Dude, that happens like every time. Where do you think it goes after you put it in there?” Amy said. She snickered as she tossed the soiled tissues into the trash can. "Just keep it on the bed. It’s easier to clean that way.” He blushed even brighter at her teasing but was glad to hear her flippant attitude toward it.

	Before getting dressed Amy retrieved her phone and shoved it into Matt’s hands with a smirk. “Here.” the cat said. When he saw the contacts app was open he felt a rush. She watched him as he created a new contact for himself and typed his number in with shaking hands. After saving it under his name he handed it back. “We have a party here most weeks but I’m down to do it other days too. You know, as long as I’m feeling frisky and I’m not already busy. My schedule is all over the place so just text me and I’ll let you know.” she said, putting her phone back on the nightstand. “Or like, even if you just wanna make out and spoon. I like having a guy with me when I’m stuck at home. You seem like the type to be into that.”

	“That sounds fun.” Matt replied, wagging his tail. “I could spoon with you all day I think.”

	"Maybe we should keep snuggling after we go downstairs then." she teased, purring lightly. “I’ll sit on your lap if you rub my shoulders.”

	"Like… right now? In front of everyone?" Matt asked shyly, feeling apprehensive despite the warm fuzzy feelings he got from thinking about it.

	"Yeah, why not? I promise you nobody would even look twice at it." she said. "Let's just save the frenching and boob grabbing for somewhere more private. Kay?"

	"Good idea." Matt said, looking more comfortable with the suggestion. Amy smiled then crawled away to go and collect her clothes, which prompted Matt to do the same.

	After the fox got his pants on and his belt buckled, a fully dressed Amy greeted him with arms wrapped and a quick squeeze. “If we run into each other out in the world, don't be afraid to come up and say hi, okay? Think you can do that?” she asked, looking into his eyes.
Matt met her gaze and nodded. “Yeah. It’s a lot easier when I know the person.”

	“That works out perfectly then, because now you know me on the inside *and* the outside. Hard to top that.” she said, giggling. Matt blushed. “And now you know where my room is at too. So if we’re ever at another party here…” she continued, trailing off. She got up on her toes to whisper into his ear again: “... then /you’re/ the one dragging /me/ off to bed.”

	Amy’s advance made his nostrils flare. Matt understood the direction she was pushing him in. Seeing an opportunity, he reached behind and gave her butt a pinch. Amy jumped and let out a sharp gasp, then relaxed and purred submissively. “Mmm… just like that.” she said as she batted her tail. Leaning against him, she nuzzled into his bare chest, feeling his fur on her face. “You’re gonna be a natural in no time. We just need to work on that endurance a little.” The cat gave him one last peck on the lips then let go so he could finish getting his clothes on. After that she went for the door, her new friend in close tow.

	While Amy was busy putting the door sock back a she-wolf appeared from a room down the hall, attracted by the sound of their exit. She walked toward them briskly. As soon as he saw her, Matt got a serious case of the stomach butterflies and his face lit up like a Christmas tree. He stood frozen beside the cat, mortified that someone had caught them in the act.

	When the wolf got close she gave Matt a passing glance, then her eyes fixed on Amy. "All done in there? You sure took your time." she asked, sounding slightly annoyed. “I’ve been waiting for like an hour.”

	“Cut me some slack, Miranda. You know I like to cuddle after sex.” Amy said, clutching to Matt. He silently glanced between the two, sweating. Then he looked over his shoulder at the bed they just used and its state of disarray, not to mention the stains they left behind. Neither of them seemed to think much of it though. “There aren’t that many places to do it in this house anyway. Where should I have taken him, the closet?”

	"I just wish you'd tell me in advance when you're bringing a boy up here so I can get what I need out of our room. I don't think that's too much to ask." Miranda said, crossing her arms.

	"But I didn't know I was going to be bringing someone up here until I was already bringing him up here. If we waited on you at that point it woulda ruined the mood."

	"Whatever." Miranda said, sighing. "Remind me to charge my phone before the party starts next time." She walked into the room past them, eager to finally have access to her belongings. Amy closed the door behind her roommate to create a sound barrier for privacy.

	"Ignore her. She’ll get over it." she said, waving the wolf away with a hand. “That was sorta my fault anyway.”

	“Gotcha…” Matt said, smiling sheepishly. He was glad he hadn’t caused any problems or have to get involved at all for that matter.

	They walked together to the stairs, but before they went down Matt hesitated and blushed a little. About to be surrounded by strangers again and with the afterglow of his orgasm fully worn off, his confidence wavered. “W-Wait… Maybe we should go down a couple minutes apart. You know, so people don’t think things…”

	Amy giggled loudly. “Why? Are you really about to tell me you’re embarrassed that you had sex with a pretty girl?” The cat grabbed his hand and squeezed it, pulling him along with her. “Walk with me, dork.” she said. It made Matt view things from a different perspective and blush as he considered it. He followed without another protest, wearing a shy smile.

	By the time they got back not much had changed. Some people had already left while others arrived and took their place. A few guests were passed out drunk on the couch or sitting at the dining table, which was no longer being used for games. Because things had calmed down a bit Amy and Matt drew fleeting attention upon their entrance. A group of party-goers stole glances at them from across the room as they came down the stairs holding hands. Those with sensitive noses could pick up the faint but unmistakable smell of sex they brought with them. If it wasn't clear enough, the way Matt blushed and glanced around nervously made it laughably obvious. They grinned and started whispering to each other in their inebriated fog, well outside earshot.

	"Oh, *that’s* what that sound was." one of them said with a chuckle, interrupting the current speaker’s recounting of a story. He used a low profile to point a thumb in Matt and Amy's direction.

	That prompted someone else from the discussion to turn and look over her shoulder, seeing who he was talking about. "Dang, did Amy find another one of those guys already? How does she sniff them out so quick? She's like a bloodhound."

	"It's kinda cute how she parades her boy toys around like that. She must get off on it or something.” her friend chimed in, turning to her. They chuckled in mutual understanding.

	"Anyways, like I was saying…" the person who was originally talking said, dragging their conversation back on track.

	Amy dived right into one of the other groups, pulling Matt along with her. She had him sit in a recliner first, then seated herself on his lap and leaned against him. Even from across the room one could see the fox acting flustered and burning red. He mostly didn’t talk, but looked quite happy to be in his current position. Amy picked up a conversation as though she’d never even left in the first place, relaxing as Matt touched her.