"Mikey's Weekend" Chapter Five __________________________________________________________________________ I stood there for a moment, rooted with fear, just a few feet away from the refrigerator. I'd have to wait to cook an impressive meal until I invited her in. Once again, she knocked. I slowly walked out of the kitchen to the front door. With numb paws, I turned the handle and opened it up. Beth was there, standing and smiling. She wore a simple, rather tight, faded green shirt--unbuttoned just a bit to show off a beautiful necklace adorned with a small blue jewel hanging from the front. It also showed off just a tiny bit of cleavage, which was enticing yet classy... The shapes of her breasts were perfectly evident as her shirt hugged her chest and torso. Her waist diminished deliciously and curved back out again--she wore unassuming khaki shorts which fit miraculously, highlighting the curves of her thighs as they tapered off to her exposed knees and calves. Her adorable and slender paws were covered only slightly with strappy sandals; her cute toes and claws poked out from the front. Her luxurious tail swished back and forth lazily behind her as I stared at the most beautiful vixen I had ever laid eyes on. At this moment, I was very happy with the warm California air. Beth was dressed in a casual summer outfit that was sexy without even trying to be. Her light hazel eyes twinkled as she smiled at my reaction. "Hi... Beth." "Hello, Mikey. It's nice to see you again. Mind if I...?" I breathed in heavily as I replied. "Of course not! Come on in..." I held the door open for her in what I hoped was a gentlemanly fashion. She glided in and let go a happy, relaxed sigh. Beth looked around the foyer and admired the decorations. "Nice house you have here. It's beautiful!" "Oh, yeah? Thanks..." At the moment, I had a hard time thinking of anything but her as being beautiful. However, I suppose my parents were fairly well off, and they did do a good job decorating the place. I had never paid attention to it before. A look of concern came over Beth's face. "I'm sorry your brother left you here by yourself." I tried to act upset, but in reality, it was probably the best thing my brother had ever done for me. "Don't worry about it. That's just how he is. Ray doesn't feel like he should have to take care of me. After all, I am pretty much a grown-up now." Oh shit, did I just say that? Did I say something as adolescent as "I'm pretty much a grown-up?!" Fortunately, Beth didn't seem to take notice of it. I quickly changed the subject. "The living room is this way, if you want to sit down and relax." "Thanks!" Beth gracefully walked along beside me as I led her into the living room. She was still so cheerful. I found her personality very foreign and attractive. No one in my family was what you'd call "happy." We got along okay, except for me and my brother, but none of us were very cheerful. She was such a breath of fresh air to me. "I should be the one thanking you for coming over. It's really nice of you. Let me pay you back with some dinner. Are you hungry?" Her eyes lit up, and she seemed impressed. "You cook?" "Yeah... My mom's a chef, so I've learned a few things." "Wow, that's really great, Mikey! Sure, I'd love something to eat. That's so kind of you." She sat down on the couch, and pulled off her sandals. I looked at her lovely paws with yearning. I wanted to grab them, and lick and kiss them... wait a second, was I developing a fetish for her feet? I never thought I was that kind of guy. Maybe I just had a fetish for everything about her. That seemed more likely. I watched her leisurely stretch out and lay down on the couch as she made herself comfortable. She seemed to know exactly how to take my breath away without any effort. Beth rested on her side, supporting her head with her hand, and her right leg laid lazily over her left. The pose was pretty provocative. I felt my cock start to harden up. My mouth went dry again as I asked her a simple question. "Do you like salmon?" "Oh yes, it's delicious." "I'll reheat some of the grilled salmon we have. We've got some fresh spring greens in the 'fridge--I'll just whip the greens up together with a simple raspberry vinaigrette, maybe some cranberries and almonds, and I'll lay the salmon over that. How's that sound?" I had never been happier that I knew how to make a good salad and a good vinaigrette on demand. "That... sounds wonderful! You can do that?" She seemed so impressed. Yes! Yes, yes, yes! I wasn't sure what I was doing, but it must have been working! "No sweat! It'll be ready soon." I went straight to work on my all important task. We ate together in the dining room. The lights were low, and I couldn't help feeling as if the mood was romantic. It was wonderful. My dinner turned out pretty excellent, I don't mind saying. Luckily, I made everything just right, and she seemed so appreciative of the meal. She mentioned how no man really ever took the time to do something like this for her. I could feel heat radiating from my face and body as I sat across from her and responded. "That seems impossible. How could a guy NOT want to make you dinner?" For a moment, I found myself becoming bolder. I seemed to be fairly natural at this flirting thing. It was fun. "You're cute. Well, Mikey, it turns out most men aren't that great. I've had bad luck. You, on the other hand, seem to be shaping up to be a fine young man. You're sweet, talented, and a total cutie-pie." I had never blushed so hard in my life. I just smiled like an idiot and buried my face in my salad. I couldn't look at her. When she complimented me, I could feel all the fur on my arms and neck stand up. My heart started beating wildly, and I felt a sweet aching in the pit of my stomach. Maybe I was falling in love with this woman. Maybe the salmon was undercooked. I didn't care. All of the bravery I had gained from my successful dinner had left me. Suddenly I felt... well... I felt like a little kid. I felt so shy. I could barely make any words come out. I didn't want to talk to her; I just wanted to hold her. "I... well... That's really nice of you to say...." She grinned an impish grin. "Just telling the truth." "Well... personally... I think you're pretty great. I mean..." I kept stammering over my words. I was so nervous all of the sudden. She leaned in and listened intently to me when I spoke. It was so nice to be treated like an equal for once. "Mikey, you seem... a little nervous. Are you all right? I'm not upsetting you, am I?" My eyes bolted open and my head snapped up as I answered. "No! No, not at all! I love y--yo... having... I love having you here. It's really nice." I couldn't seem to say anything more potent than "really nice." Damn. "Are you sure? Because, if I'm making you uncomfortable, I can leave..." My mouth went dry. Again. Fear of the very worst kind ripped through me. I didn't want her to leave. I felt like I might die if she left right now. "No, please don't go..." She cocked her head to the side and seemed curious. I kept on speaking. "...I'm sorry. It's just... you... you're so... you're so p-pretty, and... I... I guess I..." My face was going red. I was blowing it. My mind was completely blank as I tried to speak. My own inadequacy seemed to be shining brighter than ever before. I hated myself. I hated my youth. I was missing out on so much. This beautiful adult woman would never be mine. At least, not for another ten years. Could I wait that long without going crazy? Girls my age weren't like Beth. I thought about Emily for a moment. I thought of how my perceptions had started to change. Suddenly, Emily seemed light-years away, and all I wanted was to be with Beth. I wanted to kiss her. Make love to her. I wanted her to be mine... I wanted her to want me. But that would have been impossible. I wanted to finally be an adult. "Sweetheart... do you have a girlfriend?" My answer was immediate and unaffected. "No. I've never had one before." "You should learn to be more comfortable around woman. There's no need to be nervous. You're a cute kid! The girls should be lining up for their chance to snag you." For a moment--only a split second, really--I was angry at her. I was furious at Beth. Why was she saying such nice things to me? Did she get a kick out of my crush? Did she think it was funny that I felt so strongly about her? There was no way we were ever going to... I mean... it seemed ridiculous... there was no way... she would... "Mikey... follow me." Beth rose from her seat, and with a sweet expression on her face, she walked over to me and tenderly touched my shoulder. She continued walking back into the living room, and as she did, she glanced back at me over her shoulder with a sultry stare. My heart almost stopped. I got up out of my seat and followed her. Beth was sitting on the couch. She patted the cushion next to her, indicating I should sit down. I did. "Beth, I--" She put a finger to my lips. "Shh... like I said, you should learn to be more comfortable around woman. Would you like... a few lessons?" My eyes went wide. "...um... lessons?" She was already sitting close to me, but then she leaned in even closer. I could feel her warm breath cascading down upon on my cheek as she spoke into my ear. "If you'd like... I can help you get over some of your anxiety. How about it, hmm?" My breathing became sharp and my adrenaline pumped. Was she serious? Was she thinking the same thing I was thinking? There was no way for me to answer, except to say... "...okay." She snapped back away from my face and clapped her paws together happily. "Good! All right, let's start with the basics: touching." Touching? Holy... fuck. Holy fuck! My head was racing and I was starting to feel dizzy. I was also simultaneously terrified and excited. Her paw grazed my face and held it softly. Her warm fur sent waves of pleasure radiating throughout my young, hungry, tense body. "...touching?" "Yes, touching. When you touch a woman, you should never grab. Quick movements aren't what we like. If you touch a woman, touch her like this..." This time, she took my right paw and held it in hers. With the index and middle fingers of her free paw, she just lightly grazed the surface of my palm. It felt like a warm, soft blanket, gently caressing my fur. The subtle touch sent pleasurable electricity coursing through my nerves. She went on. "You see? A soft touch is so much more sensual. Can you feel it...?" "Y-yes..." "Some girls like it rough, and others like it soft like this... I like it both ways. Every woman is different, so let her tell you how you should behave, okay? But to be safe, start soft and gentle... then see if she wants more." I certainly wanted more. "Okay... th-that's... good to know. Th-thanks..." She smiled a wonderfully devilish smile. "Oh, we're not done yet. Not by a long shot, Mikey." My heart couldn't beat any faster than it was already beating. "You've kissed a girl before, haven't you?" "Uh... well..." I felt embarrassed. I should have had my first kiss already. I never got around to it. Girls scared me too much. "That's okay. Here's how you can tell if a woman is ready to kiss you. Take your paw, like this..." She spoke slowly, and held onto my paw as she raised it up to her cheek. I cradled her face in my hand and softly stroked her fur. She leaned in closer. "Now... just glance down at my lips..." I did. "...then, lean in closer to me..." She was whispering. I'm sure she could feel heat radiating off of my blushing face. "If the girl breaks away here, don't keep going. Respectfully stop, and maybe give her a smile so she knows you understand. But..." She kept leaning in closer. I could see my own reflection in her beautiful eyes. "...if she keeps going..." Our lips were only an inch apart. "...then you know..." She held onto my hand tightly so I couldn't let go. She kept moving in closer to me. I knew what was going to happen next, and my heart leapt into my throat. "...you can kiss her. Gently ..like this." Her lips were on mine. Pure electricity ran through my entire body. I felt her tender mouth caress my own with expert dexterity. Her tongue slipped in and out of my mouth, gingerly tasting me. Mine did the same as our tongues met and danced together in her mouth. Her lips grabbed onto my upper lip, and sucked on it. She let go with a wet smack, and slowly pulled away, her eyes closed. I couldn't speak. She smiled as her eyes opened up again. "Mmm... very nice. You're a natural!" Suddenly, I let out a sigh... or a cough... or a moan, or something. A quick, sharp breath escaped my lungs, and I realized I had been holding my breath. She giggled. "Yes, that's a first time mistake. You don't need to hold your breath, darling. Shall we try again?" "Y-yeah... okay..." She leaned in close again, and wrapped her arms around my neck. Beth passionately kissed me, very deeply and lovingly. I saw stars. My head swam. I almost blacked out. I found myself clinging onto her tightly as my arms wrapped around her warm, luscious body, and her mouth danced with mine once again. I had never been so blissful. With another audible smack, Beth let go--but kept her face just as close as it was when she kissed me. She spoke very quietly, while keeping her arms around my neck while stroking my hair and fur. "Oh, yes... yes, you're getting good at this, honey. Why don't we move on to the next lesson now?" With unconscious will, I somehow managed to nod up and down and squeak out a single word. "...sure." Her smile ensured that I was going to enjoy whatever she was planning on doing to me next.