The Sleepover, Part 2

	"Shhhhhh, shhhhhh, shhhhhh," I heard gently, in my ear.  "You're OK, whatever you were dreaming was just a dream!"
	I started to relax...and then thought better of it.  If I wasn't mistaken, that was Chrissy's voice in my ear!   Maybe.  Or WAS it a dream?  After all, it was that very voice and that very person who had...maybe...attacked me just a few moments ago!  Maybe...
	But the warmth against my back was definitely not threatening.  And the words were soothing.  And the hand on my penis was... 
	Wait!  A hand on my manhood?!?  What's going on here?
	Whatever was going on, however, was wonderful.  The gentle stroking, I realized, had been going on for some time now, because I was fully erect.  In fact, the more I thought about it (and it was becoming increasingly difficult to think about anything else), the more I realized that this was the source of my strange dream and explained the lack of the feelings I had expected with my first experience at sex.  No warm, soft, moist, restrictive depths.  Just some friction, not unlike my own attentions.
	"Are you awake now?" The whisper was definitely Chrissy's.
	"Uh, yes.  What's going on?"
	"Don't be worried or upset.  I'll explain it all.  But first, I have a few questions."  Her warm breath tickled my ear.
	"First of all, you've had your sixteenth birthday, right?"
	"Yeah, back in July.  Why?"
	"Because the age of consent in this state is 16, and while I love doing this, I don't want to go to jail for it."  
	That seemed fair enough.  Whatever "this" was!
"So, are you a virgin?"
Well, that certainly was abupt!  And nosey.  And a fair question, I guess.
"Yes."
"Would you like me to change that for you?"  
"Oh, yes, definitely."  Why lie?  In fact, my hormones were telling me that there might not be much chance of refusing, even if I wanted to.
"OK, next question.  I'm pretty sure I know the anwer, but, do you like girls?  Not that there's anything wrong with gay guys, and I'm not against a little same-sex experimentation myself, but that's not our situation, here."  
"Oh, yes, no doubt."
"Good, I was pretty sure that was true.  I purposely flashed you with peeks down my shirt and at my underwear, and I was pretty sure I saw the normal reaction."
Aha!  So it WAS intentional!
"Now a biggie.  Do you have anyone you feel like you have to tell everything you do?  A parent, sibling, teacher, advisor, priest, anyone?"
"Nope.  I love my parents, and I respect my elders, but what I do when the lights are off and I'm all alone (so far) is my business, I figure."
"Great!  Again, I don't have any desire to be mixed up in any sort of scandal."
"OK, so, um, if you don't mind my asking, what ARE we doing?"
"Well, first of all, I'm going to check to be sure that your equipment works right, and you don't have any obvious problems.  While you were sleeping, I looked, sniffed, and felt all around your 'package.'  You seem to be the normal, healthy, horny 16-year-old."
"Glad to hear it.  I haven't had a lot of opportunity to compare myself to others, at least not in an 'excited' state."
"Nope, you're pretty normal, for a fur of canid descent.  So, let's get this show on the road.  I know 16-year-old boys, and they're all about grabbing those titties, smacking that ass, and getting a finger in that pussy.  I'm going to teach you how to be a better friend, a better boyfriend, and a better lover, and believe me, your future girlfriends will thank me for it.
"Keep in mind, however, that Jason is in the next room, and if you try to force me to do anything I don't want to do, or if you hurt me, a quick scream will bring him in here and you won't like the results.  Not that I think that's a big danger; I have Jason watch out for the guys that are likely to have that problem, and they never even step through the front door.  OK?"
How could I refuse?  This looked like fun.  Maybe the most fun I had ever had.
"I'm ready, I think," was all I could say.
I was lying on my left side.  She scooted a little ways away from my back, and with her right hand, she took my right hand and guided it to the soft fur on her tummy.  She opened my hand, and guided it downward until it rested on a silky, satin-smooth fabric.  That must be the black panties I glimpsed earlier!
After she used my hand to rub the front of the panties a couple of strokes, she separated my fingers, picked out the middle one, and guided my hand under the elastic waistband.  She moved it down further, until it came to the beginning of her slit.  She continued to lead it down, until she pushed it into the depths between those nether lips.  
Oh, wow!  How could I be so lucky?
"Ever had your finger in a place like that?" she asked, with almost a giggle.
"No, nowhere near!"
"Good.  Concentrate on that for a few moments.  Do a little exploring.  There may be a quiz later!"
I did.  It felt like nothing I could imagine, before.  It was warm, moist, and soft.  I felt a nubbin close to the top of the slit, and then, farther down, I came across what felt like two little flaps, one on each side of the main opening.  Continuing down, I found an area that seemed to get deeper and deeper.  I was pretty sure what I had discovered, and the thought was so amazing....
I found my explorations so exhilerating, I had sort of forgotten Chrissy's "check up."  But apparently she had been slowly stroking my erection, and suddenly, the excitement of my explorations and the excitement of her stroking reached a peak.  I felt what seemed to be an electric shock around the base of my penis.  The ring slowly climbed up to the tip, and I felt an explosion in my groin.  I knew I was ejaculating, and it seemed like a fire hose had been turned on.  I was sure there was going to be a big mess, but I didn't care, as long as Chrissy approved of the results.
I lifted the covers and looked down, and found that there wasn't going to be a mess.  Chrissy had carefully caught the full load in her cupped hand.
Finally, the spurts and jerks subsided, and I tried to concentrate on catching my breath.
"Good boy," she said.  She climbed over me and got off the bed.  She sat down on the edge, looked me in the eyes, and slowly brought her cupped right hand to her muzzle.  She gave me a wink, and then stuck her long, cute, pink tongue into the liquid in her palm.  
"Mmmm," she murred.  "It seems to be entirely normal. Let me go get rid of the rest of this, and then we'll continue with some fun!"  
I lay back on the bed, tired but buzzing, and wondered how much better this could get.