Heaven On The Seventh Floor
©2017-present By J. D. Martelle

Chapter 4

	An hour later we were strolling along the walking path in Ravenna park beside the creek that ran through the center of it.  It was a wonderful tree lined refuge from the concrete jungle of the University District. Rachel looked, Happy. There was a brightness to her soul, it could have just been the fact that she was really well laid, but who was I to judge?

	“This is a lovely park, thank you for letting me tag along on your wander.” I said,  Rachel hugged herself trilling softly, she skipped ahead turned bowing to me.

	“And Thank You, good sir, for walking into the coffee shop, up to the counter, and into my life.” she stood, holding her hands together, head tilted slightly, framed by the tree lined ravine, I took out my camera and captured the image, her yellow flannel shirt and blue mid-length skirt illuminated by the sun through the trees, the image just spoke to me. She almost danced over to see the results.

	“Wow, Dunk you are really good. That is a lovely, well composed  image. I  can honestly say it is one of the few pictures of me that I actually like, would you mind if I got a copy of that?” she asked  snugging up next to me.

	“Not at all love bandit, want me to email it, or direct transfer it when we get back to your place?” I asked.
	“You could send it to R dot Simmons at You dub dot ee dee you, if you please? What do you think of it? She asked  my honest opinion.

	“Visual arts and photography was one of my interests  back in the day, and seeing you standing there with the light and shadowplay, I wanted to capture that.” I said with a nod.

	“You have a good eye, Dunk. Maybe I should pose for you when we get back home?” she offered dancing back a few paces and striking a very alluring pose, I captured it and she beamed happily.
  
	“That sounds like it might be fun, but I am Not quite ready to shoot amateur porn with you just Yet, my naughty Love Bandit.” I chuckled. She squawked in shocked indignation then burst out laughing.

	“Dun-Can... Oh my Gawd!” she giggled covering her muzzle with her hands. the blush ruffling her cheek fur. I pointed at her and chuckled.

	“Gotcha!” I said sardonically holding my arms wide, she rushed to fill them playfully beading my chest.

	“Oh my gawd, I can't believe you Said that?” she giggled.

	“What can I say, you bring it out in me my dear. Oh I will need to do a bit of shopping before we head back to your place, unless you have plans for dinner?” I asked.

	“No, not really  I was thinking maybe a beef or chicken stew might be nice  being November, I tend to favor hearty comfort foods like that, what did you have in mind, Dunk?” she asked as we continued our stroll.

	“Either would make a nice choice, I was pleasantly surprised to find a well stocked larder, though I was thinking of complimenting you on your...Pantries.” I winked she started then swatted my shoulder.

	“Wow...Thank you, when I moved in, my mom insisted on helping me set up and she made sure that her daughter would not have a pantry full of pot noodles and junkfood. So she set me up with a good supply of the basics and unlike most of the students in that building, I have probably three or four months worth of basic staples to draw on, so in a worst case scenario I could ride out most short term disruptions.” she said with a nod.

	“Your mother is a wise woman, it's good to know that you have already given thought to your basic survival, you'd be amazed just how few people, both Anthros and Humans actually do.  And it is one less thing I have to teach you, but I'm sure we will touch on  improving your lardering and pantry skills. I am So proud of you, Rachel.” I said, she beamed under the glow of my praise.

	“Thank you, Sir. I... It. For some reason, it really means a lot to me, that you are. Thank you Duncan.” she said with a winsome smile dusting her muzzle. I  reached out and take her in a one armed hug she snugs in leaning her head on my shoulder as we walk.

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	“Wow, I didn't even know this store was here and I have been living in the area For three years!” Rachel exclaimed as we stood in front of 'A-1 Goods and Supplys' an Indian foods market. the bell chimed as we entered,  a tall bearded man  in a saffron turban dressed in white was standing behind the counter, he greeted us with a smile.

	“Duncan Masters, Welcome back to my store good sir!” He beamed looking between us with interest.

	“Ali, it's good to be back, I have a new customer to introduce to you, Ali Kahn, may I present, Miss Rachel Simmons, art student at the university. Rachel, This is mister Ali Kahn, proprietor of the A-1 goods and supply shop. One of the Best Indian foods markets in the city.” I said  as they both greeted each other.

	“It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Mr. Kahn, I am sorry to say I had no idea that your shop existed, but than again I have been very focused on my studies, but  I am very grateful that Duncan brought me to you, for I Love a good Curry!” Rachel said and Ali's face lit up as he clasped her hand in both of his at the happy news.

	“Ah, Miss Simmons! than you are in luck! For I sell some of the finest ingredients  to make Authentic Indian curries! Come.... Come, Let me show you.” he said proudly  leading her into the depths of his shop giving her a running commentary on what he had in stock.
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	“Oh my Gawd Dunk, that was amazing!” Rachel gushed as we walked down the Ave toward her home; two  heavily laden shopping bags of spices and other ingredients to add to the Raccoon's growing pantries. 
	“I can't believe the prices were so reasonable! Thank you Duncan! I am definitely going back there for more Basmati rice when I run out. I can't wait to incorporate these new spices into my cupboard, and I am looking forward to cooking my way through  'Flavors of India'  that Ali recommended for me, it looks like a really great cookbook. You are really rocking my world, Duncan. Wow, this weekend is just getting better and better! I have Never in my life had a casual encounter pay this many dividends before in my entire life. I am very Grateful, Duncan, thank you again...Sir.” she said with a slight nod. I smiled at that unspoken  acknowledgement.

	“All part of the Service, my dear. Every day, you have the chance to influence hundreds of people, you never know when a chance encounter can profoundly change the course of another persons life, or your own for that matter. The funny thing is it happens all the time and we usually hardly notice it. It can be as simple as a few kind words to a stranger you are passing in the hall or at the bus stop,   a smile when you are feeling blue.  You may have noticed my purchases, I had an idea of whipping up something rather special for lunch. Though I do need to pop in here a moment  for one last ingredient” I said  indicating the mutual fish and meat market. “This is a great spot for fresh fish  and shrimp in the U district, they also have a great selection of fresh meats.” I said as we ducked into the shop.  Ten minutes later we were on our way  content with additions of lean ground beef, some ground pork and a pound of pepper bacon for tomorrow.


	“Damn Duncan I didn't know half these places were here! I mean I would usually have to go into Lake City to do my shopping,  I am really liking these local shops, thanks for turning me onto them.” Rachel churred in pleasure.

	“By shopping locally, you get the chance to create relationships with your community. Ali for example is from Kashmir, by patronizing his shop you are forging a connection with the wider Indian community here in the Puget sound and beyond.  If for example let's say you are planning on preparing an Indian feast and you find you don't have a rather obscure ingredient, you go to Ali and if he doesn't have it in stock, there is a very good chance he knows where you can get it or he will point you to someone who can obtain it for you and thus you build more connections.”

	“I never thought of that, but it really makes sense, so what are you planning for lunch?” my Raccoon asks. 'There I go again,' I think to myself and give it a philosophic shrug.

	“I was thinking meatballs  in a fragrant coconut broth, great for this time of year, they are quick and easy to fix, and if you make  extras you can freeze them so they are ready whenever you need them. I like to make my meatballs with a combination of both beef and pork, for they are a bit more substantial and hold up better as well as having more flavor and tend to be juicy.” I finish.  The look Rachel is giving me just about makes me laugh out loud.

	“They sound awesome, but are you trying to get me fat here? Gotta keep my girlish figure, ya know?” she chortles.

	“No worries Love Bandit, between all the walking you like to do, and all the sex we have been having,  you should burn off any excess calories you manage to pack away with my cooking.” I fire back with a good natured laugh.


	“Oh Lordy, What have I gotten myself into here?” she asks as we cross the street in front of her high-rise student housing.

	“If I had to guess, I'd say  one of the most awesome extra curricular activities track  you could ever hope to find, during your college years.  But than again, what does it really matter, for you entered Freely and of your own will, Didn't you my dear?” I asked as we entered the building  waiting for the elevator.

	“That statement is true on Soo many levels I can't even begin to contemplate it and you are right, I Did indeed enter freely, and of my own will, nobody forced me into anything,. It's just...  it feels like my life had taken a one hundred and eighty degree shift on all three axies, that I honestly don't know where my life is heading. It felt  like my everyday existence shifted the moment I walked out of my apartment  yesterday morning heading for work and nothing will ever be the same...” she paused as the elevator opened disgorging a slinky Skunkette who perked at seeing the Raccoon.

	“Raich! How's it going hon?” she asked hugging the startled Raccoon who  hugged her friend back recognizing her.

	“Martha! Hey, having a totally mind blowing  experience is all!  This is Duncan, and oh-my-gawd....” she giggled. “Duncan this is Martha Black-Sage, she is in a couple of my art classes.” Rachel said by way of introduction. Martha turned  looking at me over her round glasses, gave me the once over, Twice.    Smiling seductively she offered me a hand.

	“Oh Really?  Human, huh? Well than, Hello there Duncan, you sound interesting  if you can  totally blow  Raich's mind; than you are definitely someone I would find worth talking to.” she trilled oozing up to me and wrapping me in a hug. She smelled exotic, it took me a moment to place the scent, it was warm and spicy, Patchouli! A fragrance from the 60's. I hugged her warmly whispering into her ear.

	“Patchouli really takes me back Martha, it's good to meet you.” I say as we draw apart she has a confused look on her face her emerald green eyes sparkle. She is dressed in what I would call Neo-Hippie chique.  A loud  flowing flower print blouse   peasant skirt and go go boots. Her white hair was held in place with a beaded leather headband completing the outfit was a large fringed leather purse over her shoulder and several strings of multi color hippie 'love beads'. I grinned at  her approvingly. “Love the outfit my dear, it's truly a classic.” I said as she turned to Rachel.

	“Who Is this guy?” The Skunkette asks.

	“In a word...Amazing! What do you got going right now?” Rachel asked her friend.

	“Nothing much... taking a break from sketching, was going to bee-bop over to the student café for some much needed coffee, why?” Martha asks looking between us. Rachel looks my way, I give an almost imperceptible nod, she grins.

	“Come on up to my place, Duncan is about to make something awesome for lunch, that way you can find out what we have been up to and you two can get to know each other.... Unless you are too Afraid to step out of your comfort zone?” Rachel taunts. Martha's jaw  hits her chest.

	“Oh, You did Not just go there?” She asks  breaking out in a muzzle splitting grin.

	“Hey, you know my house rules...” Rachel winks. Martha looks between us a moment then nodded.
	“Okay, Fine! You're on, girlfriend... Lets go!” she declares and all three of us step into the elevator. And I think we are heading once more up to Heaven on the seventh floor. 

Standing in front of her apartment door I take the bags from Rachel  as she opens her door. “I will set these in the kitchen, then we can all get comfortable  before I  get lunch going.”

	“Sounds great, thanks Dunk,” Rachel said as I remove my shoes and then head into the kitchen laying out my supplies and setting Rachels pantry additions on the breakfast bar counter.

	“Peel yourself out of that hippie gift wrap and get comfortable, Martha.” Rachel said as she started stripping out of her own outfit. Martha looked after the way I had gone before turning back to the half dressed Raccoon.

	“...But.” she half heartedly pointed toward the kitchen.

	“Remember our talk about dealing with your Comfort Zones?” Rachel asked, the Skunkette nodded. “ Duncan's cool, he is a child of that era, you like to play hippie, he Was the real deal. This guy has had a ton of amazing life experiences and he's willing to share them with me,  he doesn't bite...Unless you ask.” Rachel finished with an evil smirk. “Martha, You are my friend, you made me feel welcome when I first moved in here, heck my Mom likes you!  I'd like to share this with you, I am learning there are no coincidences, we met up for a reason, and I saw the opportunity to share, so I asked, and You accepted! So that means you are just where you need to be. And if you want some really good coffee, Duncan makes the most awesome coffee I have ever had!”

	“Duncan!” Rachel called. “Would you please make another pot of coffee? I want Martha to try a really good cup!”

	“Sure thing, L-B!” I call back from the kitchen.

 
	“Well...okay, I guess you are right, Thanks Raich, it's just hard getting over being so body shy.” the Skunkette says stripping off her clothes  and giving herself an all over body shake. Martha looked at herself a moment sighing.

	“What's up  Martha?” Rachel asked placing her hand on the Skunkette's shoulder.

	“I guess I don't like the way my body looks, I have a big butt and an underdeveloped chest. I should probably get a boob job just to even things out.” she said glumly.

	“Martha, you look fine! I think your killer B's look really nice. Come on Martha we are art students! We can appreciate the unique aesthetics found in everyones body, you remember life drawing class, right?” The Raccoon asked leading her friend deeper into the apartment. 

	“Dunk, need a hand with anything?” Rachel asked as they came round  from the living room, I was now 'comfortable', Wearing only the apron as I was chopping the onion and garlic, I caught sight of the girls out of the corner of my eye.

	“S'all Good hon. Hey Martha, come to watch me cook?” I asked  transferring the finely chopped onions and garlic to the sauté pan where it sizzled, the savory aromas mixing with those of fresh coffee.

	“Wow...Nice butt.” Martha said her eyes going a bit wide at seeing a nearly naked human in her friends kitchen

	“Thank you hon, you look rather nice yourself.” I said   giving her a nod.

	“Um...Thanks?” the Skunkette said as a blush scampered across her cheeks. “Um, what are you making for us, Duncan?” she added with a bit more confidence.

	“On offer for your dining pleasure this afternoon will be  a dish of meatballs served in a fragrant coconut broth, garnished with lime Zest.” I said as I  added the sautéed onions and garlic to the minced meat and added Italian seasoned breadcrumbs  soaked in a few tablespoons of milk, mixing it by hand I then  deftly crafted the meatballs. 

“ You start off with some ground beef,  I like to add some ground pork to this, it brings  some more flavor and juiciness to the party. Once the meatballs are made you place them in the same pan you sautéed the onions and garlic in, then  add some good olive oil and be generous, set the meatballs in and start to get some color on them.” I said  as they sizzled in the pan.  While they browned I took a few minutes to prep coffee for the girls.

	“What do you take in your coffee Martha?” I asked With a smile admiring the shapely black and white Mephet wearing only her glasses and headband.

	“Oh, uh... Sweet and creamy if you please?” she  asked with a grin and a slight blush.

	“You know the way I like it, Dunk.” Rachel said with a wicked leer.

	“Hot and sloppy, you screaming bed wench, you?” I  offered  with my own wicked grin.  Both girls squeaked, blushing hotly.

	“Dunk!” Rachel squawked.  Pausing a moment in thought before grinning. “Well, that's true too. But I Was talking about how I like my Coffee.”

	“Oh my Gawd!” Martha exclaimed before she burst out laughing.

 	“Now then... The broth has a combination of ginger, lemon grass, cardamom, a bit of tumeric to add that  earthy warmth,   a bit of spice with coriander and a pinch of cinnamon and a couple of dry chilli's to infuse a bit of heat and...   add a cup of chicken stock and when that comes up to a boil add your coconut milk, then simmer to perfection. Season with a bit of lime zest over the top of the meatballs and then squeeze the lime into the broth, and then serve.” I say  setting  two bowls in front of the girls who were seated at the breakfast bar enthralled with my running description as I crafted a wonderful meal.  Standing across the counter from them I tucked into my own bowl.

	“Oh my Gawd....”  Martha and Rachel exclaimed in unison. I grinned nodding.

	“Yup, easy to make and rather tasty, if I do say so myself.” I added.

	“What are you Duncan, a gourmet chef?” Martha asked. Amazed with the simple meal I had just prepared.

	“No, nothing like that, I am just someone who enjoys cooking and sharing it with folks who can appreciate it. Thank you for agreeing to join us for lunch Martha, I am looking forward to getting to know you better.  As you saw, making a really tasty meal takes no more time than heating up a frozen pizza, it is cheaper, uses fresh ingredients and brings more pleasure to those who consume it, wouldn't you agree?” I ask. Both girls nod enthusiastically as I cleared the kitchen.

	“Hell yeah, this is waay better than pot noodles and frozen pizza. That was like, Restaurant quality, Thank you, Duncan. I am soo glad I ran into you guys. Your coffee is hands down better than anything I have ever had, and Raich here can tell you I love me my Coffee. Why can't I ever make coffee this good?” Martha asked.

	“Well, potentially you can, what method do you use to make it?” I asked, removing the apron and coming around to sit with the girls who had moved to the couch. Martha's eyes were riveted at my crotch. I flashed Rachel a grin.

	“I take it you haven't seen many of these, Martha?” I asked.  She blinked.  

	“Uh...huh?” she fumbled not moving her gaze.

	“A Penis?” I added trying to keep the chuckle out of my voice.

	“A... what?” she asked seemingly mesmerized at the sight of me.

	“You know... A Penis, a Cock,  a Dick, A Fuck Stick, Wang,  Shlong, Whoopy Stick, Lap Rocket, Boink Swatter, Neither Rod, Dude Piston, Quiver Bone, Pork Steeple,  A Knobbly Wobbler, impregnation injector?” I asked before bucking my hips suggestively, That seemed to shake her out of her enthrallment.

Rachel leaned over  and whispered. “It's as much Fun as you imagine it is, and believe me, 'Bob' is no substitute for the Real thing.”  Martha's head swiveled like a turret gun.  

	“Ive....I've Never Seen one...Up close and personal. There were models in life drawing class... but they were....Ya know... Art Props.” the Skunkette softly admitted.

	“I take it she doesn't get out much?” I ask stepping up and taking a knee before the seated Skunkette. “Martha,” I pause to get her attention. Her gaze flashed to my crotch before meeting my eyes, I smiled and she blushed slightly. I smile at her again, she mirrors it.

	 “Hello there, Martha, I'm Duncan Masters.” I said with a smile.

	“Hi, I'm Martha, Martha Black-Sage. Sorry... I... um.”  She stammered.

	“Nothing to apologize for hon, Rachel and I  are spending the weekend together. We met on Friday, at Hotshot, and  we just sorta clicked and she asked me back here and we found we had some mutual interests. I take it you are  a friend of hers?” I asked.  Martha nodded blinking seeming to be coming out of her dick induced trance.

	“Oh, Yeah... We met when she moved in and I helped her get unpacked and we ended up having a couple of classes together and got to know each other. She's much braver than I am.” 

	“Going out with humans?” I asked.  Martha nodded doing her best Not to look at my crotch. I smiled. “Before I met Rachel yesterday, I had Never  been intimate with an anthro in my life. I grew up with them, they were playmates and friends,  I've worked side by side with anthros all my life, and we would hang out together at social events, but until last night, for some unfathomable reason....” I paused and Martha nodded.

	“Rachel helped me cross the Rubicon, and wow, let me tell you. I had No idea what I was missing out on.” I smiled looking over at my love Bandit  as we shared a loving moment.

	“Whoa... can.. can I have a hug please?” she asked I nodded and she melted into my out stretched arms as I slowly ran my hands up and down the plush fur of her back. She started trilling softly rocking slowly, I was very content to just hold her for as long as she liked. Feeling her nipples stiffen against my chest made my cock twitch, I moved to lightly massage her shoulders. Martha moaned softly..

	“Feels good, huh?” Rachel whispered in Martha's ear, the Skunk nodded.

	“I've never been held by a human before.... it feels really nice.” she trilled softly.

	“Want to try to cuddle him for a while?” Rachel asked. We broke the hug and Martha looked between us. I nodded.

	“Could I?” she asked with trepidation in her voice.

	“Martha, you may come to find that the answer to most of life's really important questions, is...Yes.” I said she nodded and I took a seat in the middle of the couch both gals cuddled up to me, snuggling in. 

	“Mmm, this is nice, I love being held and caressed.” Martha murred laying her head on my chest as I held her caressing her, back and flanks, Rachel was snuggled up to my other side  caressing Martha's arms .

	“You have very plush fur, Martha.” I say running my hand down her back resting on her hip.

	“...And a big ol butt.” she groused. I lovingly patted it.

	“Nothing wrong with a nice curvy tush, ya know what they say... Baby's Got Back” 

“Yeah, but I don't have the Tits to pull it off.” she said sitting up and cupping her diminutive B-Cup breasts.

	“Come over here a minute, let's have a look at you.” I say pulling her onto my lap straddling my knees facing me; she gave me a shy smile. “Comfortable?” I asked. she nodded, smiling with a bit more confidence.

	“Good, now...” I pause placing my hands on her hips, they were nice wide hips, and very womanly. I gave her a smile and gently squeezed them.
	“From what I am seeing here, you have very womanly hips. Back in the day we called them 'good child-bearing hips'. And it was seen as a very good thing, Hippie chicks usually went bra-less back in  the day, it was seen as a form of freedom, and I can tell you from personal experience there were a lot of them Proudly  showing off the same size lady berrys you have on desplay. Never compare yourself to others, for you shall always find  larger and smaller breasts around. Instead, revel in the glory of the goddess within you. Have you put any thought to using the gifts nature has bestowed upon you and perhaps considered  taking up belly dancing? You have the hips for it.” I asked looking up into her emerald green eyes.

	“I do like to dance when no one is looking...” she said shyly.

	“Well I for one wouldn't mind looking , I bet you move with a fluid grace that quite frankly I'd love to see.” I said, Martha gave me a genuine smile sliding into my lap leaned forward and hugged me close nuzzling my neck.

	“Maybe next time I see you, I might be brave enough to dance for you Duncan, thank you. You have given me a lot to contemplate.” she said and kissed my cheek. The rich earthy patchouli was starting to have an effect on me. I could feel the heat of her sex pressed against my crotch. I slowly ran my hands down her sides and over her plush rump, and it was glorious!

	“ I look forward to that Milady Plushbottom, your fragrance is taking me back to more erotic times from my youth, feeling your lovely warmth in such intimate contact with me, may soon trigger the gallant reflex.” I said with a grin, Martha placed her hands on my shoulders sitting up contemplating my words. A slow seductive smile drew itself across her muzzle.

	“So, Lady Plushbottom, huh? I kind of like that... and are you saying you find me...Attractive?” she asked not quite believing it herself.

	“What's not to love? You may not understand this, but one of the lessons of the 60's was that people are Not possessions, you may have heard of the so called 'Free Love' movement?” I asked. Martha nodded.
	“It was never meant to be a wild nonstop sex orgy. The concept was that you could be free to love everybody, for love is love and it is all good. And since Rachel  helped me cross the Rubicon and showed me just what I had been missing out on  by Not loving anthros,  it has shown me a whole new vista. So, Yeah I find you attractive.” I said feeling the first twitch of my awakening. Martha felt it too  and gasped softly turning to Her friend.

	“Are you like, okay with the idea of sharing him with me Raich?” she asked and the Raccoon nodded happily.

	“Oh Hell yeah, if you wanna take him for a test drive, you  have the green light from me.  And one nice side benefit is you don't have to worry about him getting you knocked up.” Rachel giggled at the look on Martha's face.

	“Howso?” she asked with a tilt of her head.

	“Humans and Anthro's are not genetically compatible, meaning we can't crossbreed. I thought everyone knew that?” I added,  watching the puzzled look melt from the lovely Skunkette's face to be replaced by a very seductive one.

	“Well... In that case, I must admit, I have been curious as to what all the excitement was about. And judging from Raich's  reaction and the fact that you both would be open to some...exploration, than maybe I shouldn't look a gift horse in the mouth and just get down to a bit of...exotic dancing.” she trilled slowly rocking her hips. I smiled at Martha  and nodded.

	“You know, there is no rush here, far as I am concerned you have an open invitation to explore this anytime you want, I wouldn't want you to rush into something you may not be ready foo....” I trailed off feeling  my partially erect penis sliding between her  very squishy labia. Martha gasped raising up slightly and repositioning herself pushing me deeper into her hot liquid depths. 

	“Well, okay then, you have woken me up, and you want to go for a ride, what do you like?” I asked as her eyes widened as I stiffened to full rampant condition within her. Personally, I loved doing that, it always felt so... Intimate.

	“Ooh, oh, ooh yeah... I am starting to see what you mean Raich, this guy is full of surprises.” Martha crooned as she started to rock her hips getting used to something new. “Please go easy on me Duncan, I've never done it with a human before. But fuuuuuck if it doesn't feel really Nice.” she trilled as she started to rise and fall like a carousel horse riding my rampant manhood. She was slick and snug the rippling of her inner walls  were trying to pull me deeper into her. I placed my hands on her wonderfully wide hips and pushed down as she bottomed out bucking my hips grinding her clit into my pubic bone. Increasing the pace, Martha moaned in pleasure  cupping a breast and rolling her stiff pink nipple between her thumb and  cupping the white furred breast.

	“Ooh...Fuuuuuuck...Yeaaaah.” She moaned softly as her arousal spiraled. Rachel sat back watching her shy friend  being plowed by her.... 'What was Duncan to me?' Rachel wondered?  'Friend,  Confidant, Teacher, Lover, Mast....No, not yet at least. But he sure had the skills to make all my dark fantasies come true' She thought watching intently feeling her own growing arousal.

I reached back and started tugging on the base of her broad twin striped tail.....

	“Hungk!” Martha grunted hunching over trembling as her orgasm broke, squealing through clenched teeth her inner muscles pulled me into my own release I  pinned her hips down and bucked hard as my shaft exploded deep into the Skunks sex. She grabbed the top of the couch arching her back pushing her breasts into my face. I  drew a turgid pink nipple into my mouth  suckling like a hungry kit sending the poor Skunkette's release ratcheting into the stratosphere.

	“Bite Me!” she snarled and I sucked in her nipple, aureole, and half an inch of fur and bit down, shaking my head like a terrier with a growl, as I rapidly flicked her engorged nipple with my tongue. Martha squeed gripping the back of my head and pressing me to her breast as her orgasm piqued and she collapsed against me limp as over cooked pasta as she sailed into the calm waters of her afterglow.  Breathing heavily against my neck as she recovered.

	“Fucking.... Hell... Duncan..... That.... That was Not what I was.... Expecting.” Martha huffed.

	“Enjoy yourself Martha?” I asked, she  nodded giving me a very sloppy kiss.

	“OhHellYeah.... Raich is right...'Bob' has nothing on the real thing...” She said turning an almost cross-eyed gaze at the Raccoon cuddled next to her. “Shank hue Raich.” Martha breathed heavily.

	“Glad to hear it... Now that you are properly warmed up, if you want to really find out what sex with a human who knows what the hell he is doing is like, than we can get this party started.” I announced. 

	“Hubba fubba wubba? You you mean that wasn't...It?” Martha burbled.

	“Not even Close, Girlfriend.” Rachel laughed. “That was just a little test drive sample,  a warm up before the main event! Believe me, I Know what this guy is capable of. I 'White Flagged'  during our first play session.”  Rachel beamed happy to share a new experience with her best friend.

	“You are a lot of fun Martha, and I'd love the opportunity to really find out what makes you feel really Good, but in my mind, this was just a bit of fun between friends.” I said.

	“There is something about that pleasure rod that hits all the right spots  inside me and I really lost it way quicker than I ever thought I would. Thank you...thank you both, for sharing this with me, I guess I kinda got carried away and it was really Nice!” she grinned as Rachel pulled her down into a cuddle sammich.

	“Tell you what hon, anytime you want to explore this, I will call you next time he pops by, probably weekends, Yes?”  Rachel asked, looking over at me, I nodded.

	“Weekends are usually best, but if you need me during the week, call me  and I should be able to arrange some time for you... both. You being Rachel's Friend, I feel you are deserving. Life is all about  Choices, Martha, and if you should choose to explore this further, you can do so... or you can just come hang out and we can get to know each other better.” I said fondling a rather nice white furred B cup, Martha trilled at my touch.

	“Thank you Duncan, I Really appreciate the open invitation, but I am going to have to really think this over, I mean I just went somewhere I never thought I ever would, and now that I did, I am feeling kind of... Lost.” Martha sighed.

	“How so hon?” Rachel asked snugging the Skunkette close.

	“Well.... It's hard to articulate, I mean I was taking a break from sketching,  thinking of going to the Cafe for some coffee, then I run into You,  and you have this human in tow. I know you seem to have a thing for humans, I really couldn't figure out why, Not that there is anything wrong with... Mixing, its just... I don't know.  Anyway, you invite me up and Duncan makes the most amazing food! And the coffee! Best coffee, Ever!  And then I get a look at him, up close and personal, and something deep inside me kind of...snapped, next thing I know  I am Sexing him, and it is so totally not like anything I could imagine that when he sent be over the edge  the level of erotic pleasure was something I wasn't expecting,  I don't know why, maybe I had some notion that since we aren't genetically compatible that maybe we wouldn't Fit together? I don't know, other than a few really kinky fantasies I never gave it much thought and  now that I am on the other side of my first encounter, I don't know what to think about interspecies dating any more. I mean if fucking humans is this Good, why the hell didn't I get into this earlier, and now that  I have done it and really got off on it, does that make me some kind of sick perv? I don't think it does, I mean you said Love is love, and it's all good, I can really resonate with that idea.  And you are sooo right Raich, Bob is no match for the 'real thing'....” Martha fell silent deep in contemplation.

	“Time for some self assessment.” I said  drawing her close. “ Now, as objectively as you can, tell me how you are doing physically?” I asked. Martha hummed. Assessing the question.

	“Well, feeling very content after a wonderful unexpected  Sexing session. I am warm and feel loved,  pleasantly sore in a couple places, you are a bit gerthier than I am used to, but my ladybits are humming happily. I felt you come deep inside of me, you really pumped a load into me. I have never felt it like that before, it feels almost like a glowy heaviness  in my baby locker, It was like this was Real sex, it's like everything else I have been doing was like messing around in high school... This was the Real deal and I wasn't ready for that feeling. Mainly I need to process this,  but I can tell you that physically I know my body craves more. You feel like a fucking Drug!” Martha said then giggled.  “ I can't believe I just called you a Fucking Drug?” she giggled at her eureka moment.

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