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I chanced a glance between her legs as I started turning my head back, but her hand was there, blocking it from view.\n\tA few minutes later, she stretched back out and rested her feet back on my lap. She had scooted closer to me, with her groin now only inches away from my side, similar to how she'd been when she'd approached me in the garage. I saw her feet start to shake lightly, but they stopped after a few moments.\n\tA couple minutes after that, they did it again, this time with more intensity. It looked liked her entire leg was shaking.\n\tWhen it happened a third time, I could tell for sure it was the entire leg, and from the corner of my eye it looked as if her body had tensed up even more.\n\tI looked over at her, suspicious and confused. Her eyes stayed on the television screen, either oblivious to my staring, or simply not caring. Her arm was resting on her lower stomach and her hand was wedged between her tightly closed legs.\n\t[i]Is she...?[/i]\n\tIt didn't seem possible, but then again, with Sharina, anything was possible.\n\t[i]Is she masturbating right now? Right here, in front of me. Practically on top of me?[/i]\n\tI turned to face the screen, cheeks suddenly turning a cherry red. \n\t[i]She has to be. Why else would she be moving like this? Why else would she squirming around and have her hand between her legs?[/i]\n\tShe squirmed again, and this time, her body definitely tensed up. Her upper body lifted a bit and her feet quivered with uneven motions. She glanced down in my direction before quickly looking back at the movie. Her lower body lurched forward, and she glanced down toward me.\n\t“Shit....” She quickly slid her feet off of me and onto the floor. Her hand was still buried between her legs as she stood up and ran out the door of her room. “Pause it, please!”\n\tA few seconds later I heard the sound of water forcibly splashing into more water. A couple moments after that, the bathroom light clicked on and the door shut, leaving the only audible noise that of the movie. I reached over for the DVD remote and paused the movie, and again heard the sound, now faintly, echoing through the silent hallways. \n\tThe sound faded a few seconds later, and a couple minutes after that, the toilet flushed. After washing her hands, she emerged from the bathroom.\n\t“Everything all... right....?” My voice quickly faltered. \n\tWhen she walked in, my eyes immediately jumped to her now entirely exposed bottom-half. Below her shirt, there was nothing other than black fur, reaching down between her thighs, presumably surrounding something pink. \n\t“Yeah. Should have gone pee after [i]The Thunder Thief[/i], but you distracted me and I ended up wetting myself.”\n\tShe clutched a pink ball of fabric in her hand and dropped it onto a small pile of clothes by her computer desk, mostly out of my sight. Facing the desk, her butt poked out to me, and I spared no ounce of energy in my attempts to forcibly ingrain every subtle contour of it's visibly bouncy shape.\n\t“I distracted you?” Where I got the energy to challenge her was beyond me. All I knew is that my mouth was open and words were coming out.\n\tShe walked over to the bed and sat down on her side, as if nothing were amiss. She covered the front of her lower area with a pillow, leaving the back exposed, tail deceptively still. “Yes. When were picking out a movie. I'd meant to go before we put it on, but you distracted me and I forgot.”\n\tShe must have meant when she'd tried to force a fender-bender between my cock and her butt, and had then proceeded to give my thigh a hasty tail-job. \n\t“You could have gone at any point during the movie.”\n\t“I don't like getting up to go during movies unless I have to. Thought I could hold it until the end. I couldn't. Anyway, shush, I'm putting it back on.”\n\tWithout waiting for my input, she reached out and grabbed the remote and turned the movie back on. I turned toward the television, my lips spread in confusion and shock. \n\tShe could blame me all she wanted for her accident. She could blame me for distracting her, for dirtying her—I'd even be okay if she blamed me for WWII. I cared about one thing: the furry creature that had removed her underwear in glaring sight, and then chosen to remain naked instead of picking up one of the many pairs of panties or shorts from the floor.\n\tI looked over at her, and then quickly back at the movie. Then I looked over at her again, and again. Each time I took another mental snapshot of her, focusing in on a different part, but no amount of snapshots seemed to satisfy me.\n\tI swallowed and licked my lips. My nervousness had originally kept me in check, but we'd been sitting together for some time now. I'd grown comfortable, possibly too comfortable. I looked over at her again, oblivious staring replacing the furtive glances once thrown with precision.\n\tShe looked down and met my eyes, and I quickly looked away. I sensed her staring at me for a few moments, before turning to look at the television screen. My jaw quivered and I struggled to keep my chest from heaving too obviously. My heart felt like it might explode. \n\tThe pillow blocking Sharina's lap lifted and slid behind her, against her bottom. \n\tI took in a sharp, stifled breath and my entire body flexed. Words tried to form in my head, to give shape to the elaborate sensations ping-ponging through my body, but they always fell flat, the energy required to put it all into perspective too great a task for somebody in my position.\n\tI looked over at her again. Her breast atop the other, her nipples visibly hard, poking through the fabric of her shirt. Her left leg sat on her right, and where they met there were lines that started at the top edges of her groin, and went downward, meeting at a point, forming an inverted triangle leading to her womanhood.\n\tThe moment my eyes met her, excitement and terror battled for control over me, but neither took control. Like an empty vessel, too clouded to discern, a sudden student of Lao Tzu, I stared at her for a matter of seconds, unable to look away, not sure what part of her to snapshot, not sure what part of her to appreciate. \n\tShe detected my staring and looked down to meet my eyes again. I kept staring at her, knowing I'd been caught, and in a way too glaring to justify pretending otherwise. Her eyes slid down to my lap where she no doubt saw the protrusion pushing against my shorts.\n\tShe looked back up at me and stared, that same blasé look she always had on her face. Her eyes stayed on me as she started to turn, positioning herself on her back. The tip of her tail flicked back in forth, but the rest of her tail stayed mostly still.\n\tShe kept her legs together, keeping my eyes from seeing anything too intimate, but now I knew I was closer than ever to seeing her most private area—not that she would ever willingly let me see it. I was convinced the pool-mooning incident had been an accident, and she likely had not even known it had happened.\n\t“You wanna see it?”\n\tWhen she'd pulled down her shorts, she probably hadn't considered the angle, not thinking I could see her puss-\n\t“-Wait, what?”\n\t“I said, 'Do you wanna see it?' You've been looking at me like some kind of goon for the last ten minutes.”\n\t“I,” my voice caught in my throat. My cheeks flooded with red and my body rattled with anxiety and embarrassment. But I felt something different traveling through me. An empowering, driving force, that little voice that reminds a person that possibility defined by the mind is not the same as possibility defined by reality, and if I really wanted Sharina, maybe I could have her.\n\tI swallowed and opened my quivering jaw. “Um... yeah. I w-wanna see it.”\n\tShe looked down at my erection again, and then back up at my eyes, with mocking levels of calm. “Alright.”\n\tHer legs began to spread at the knees, and then her feet. I looked between her legs and found a small patch of pink faintly visibly beneath curling strands of black fur. \n\tThe fur closest to her vagina stuck against her flesh and shimmered in the light, wet, probably from where she'd washed herself. She arched her crotch upward, showing where her thighs connected to her buttocks, both looking tight and fit, yet with a charming plumpness that seemed almost spoiled in nature.\n\tI turned to face her fully, putting one leg on the bed. I swallowed again and looked up to meet her eyes.\n\t“So.... This is it, huh?”\n\tShe pouted. “What's that supposed to mean...?”\n\t“Oh, no, no, I didn't mean it like that.” I chuckled, unsure of where I got the tenacity to laugh.\n\t“Yeah, well, you don't say things like that when a girl is showing you something special. You think I show this to just anyone?”\n\t“Yeah, yeah,” I smiled. “Sorry. I just meant I've.... Well, I guess I've kinda wanted to... see it. For awhile, I mean.”\n\tShe dropped her butt back on the bed. “I bet.”\n\tWe went silent for a few more moments, and I spent every second etching her finer details into my brain. Each second that past worried me further: would she conceal herself again soon? I wanted to take things to the next level, but how?\n\t“C-Can I... touch it?”\n\tHer head moved back an inch in surprise and her eyebrows furled. “Hmm.” She looked directly at me and squinted. “I dunno.”\n\t“I-I'll be gentle.... I mean, you don't have to let me, but... I mean, I won't do anything stupid or anything.”\n\tShe continued squinting. I struggled to find more words to butter her up.\n\t“Yeah, I guess.”\n\tAir rushed out of my lungs in a stifled sigh of relief. “Really?”\n\t“Yeah.”\n\tI swallowed and repositioned myself a bit more in her direction. \n\t“You don't have to be gentle either.... Don't go shoving your hand in there or anything, but y'know, you don't have to be a baby about it.”\n\t“Yeah, of course....” I practically whispered it as I extended my hand toward her. \n\tAn instant before my finger connected with her pussy, I pulled to the side and touched her inner leg. It was warm, just like her lap had been when she'd sat on me in the garage. I slid upward, taking in the softness of her fur and squishiness of her thigh-plump.\n\tWhen I reached her privates, I placed my finger on her vaginal lip and traced it along the entire circumference of her pussy. When I reached the top, I slid downward onto what I believed was her clitoris and pushed in.\n\tShe tensed and and took a sharp breath. When I looked up at her face, I saw her eyes staring down at my hands and her bottom lip pulled into her mouth. I slid further downward and worked my finger back and forth, letting it slip its way between her lips.\n\t“You're really wet.”\n\tShe half-chuckled, half-snorted. When I looked up at her again, I noticed how red her cheeks were.\n\t“It's not a very dry place....” She kept her eyes on my forearm, refusing to look up to meet my eyes.\n\t“Oh.”\n\tMy finger met resistance about an inch deep, so I slid further down, looking for where dicks normally went. Not far from where I was poking her, I found a warm, wet tunnel that seemed to extend endlessly. I gently slid my finger and went double the depth I'd gone before when she jolted.\n\t“Mm! Ow....”\n\tI pulled back a few centimeters and went still. “Shit, you okay?”\n\t“Yeah, I'm okay. Try not to go so deep. At least so early on.”\n\tI swallowed and looked back down at her womanhood, pondering what 'so early on' could have implied. Wanting to play it safe after my faux pas, I pulled out and slid back up to her clitoris.\n\tI brushed my finger against it lightly and heard her moan softly--a high pitched noise, like a cry that had slipped from her throat on accident.\n\t“Okay, that's enough.” Her face glowed red and her chest rose with each labored breath. “I think that's enough of that.”\n\tI pulled my hand away. She slid sideways and put her feet on the ground, now closed tightly. \n\t“So, um.... Thanks... for that. That was really, [i]really[/i] cool.”\n\t“Don't thank me.” Her voice and face had returned mostly to normal, but I could tell there was a slight change to her—on top of the redness of her cheeks that had yet to go away. “That wasn't free.”\n\t“U-Uhm... What? I...I have to pay?”\n\t“Yep. Not money, though, so stop thinking I'm some kind of prostitute.”\n\tI stared at her with my mouth open and my eyebrows slightly cocked. “So then...?”\n\t“You gotta show me your dick.”\n\tMy lips closed and my eyebrows went back. “You wanna see my dick...?”\n\t“Actually,” she said, taking on the tone of merchant with a hefty trading advantage. “I wanna watch you masturbate. It's only fair. You got to play with my pussy, so I think it's only fair I get to watch you masturbate.”\n\t“O-Oh, I-I-I... I don't....”\n\t“It's only fair.” She shrugged. “If you have a problem with that you should have considered it before touching my pussy.”\n\tI balled my hands into fists and looked down at my lap. Did I really have to do this? [i]Could[/i] I do it? And how was it possible to be so scared yet so excited at the same time?\n\t“W-Well.... What do you want me to do?”\n\t“Jack off. You can... finish in the toilet if you want. You wanna do it in the bathroom?”\n\t“I... I...” I looked around a bit, not sure how to answer, yet knowing at the same time there was only one thing I could say. “I guess so. The bathroom... will work.”\n\tSharina stood up. Watching her, I couldn't help but wonder if she had perfected a special method of standing that caused her butt to jiggle the way it did then. Maybe it was tactical; a way to keep my nervousness from killing my boner before I had a chance to 'finish.'\n\tShe turned to face me and put her hands on her hips. “Looks like you're ready. Come on.”\n\tI got to my feet and followed her to the bathroom, the tip of my erection rubbing against my shorts with every step. I stood in front of the toilet and looked down into the water. She watched me, going back and forth between my bulge and face.\n\t“You gonna do it or not?”\n\tI swallowed and reached for my shorts. She kept her eyes on my groin as the shorts slid past my cock, revealing the cotton bulge of my boxer-briefs. The shorts dropped to my feet and I kicked them to the side.\n\tI reached down and rubbed my cock through my underwear, running my finger against the small wet spot at the tip of my dick. My jaw clenched with pleasure and my penis pressed into the wet spot when I pressed my fingers against my testicles.\n\tI put my hands on my hips and slid my boxer-briefs down, feeling a wave of cold air wash over with me, creating a strange sensation as it mingled with the warm arousal emanating off of me.\n\t“Oh, not bad.” Sharina glanced up at me for a moment, but quickly looked back down at my cock.\n\tI almost breathed a sigh of relief. I'd only just then realized I was actually terrified of what she would think of it.\n\tMy fingers wrapped around my cock and pulled it up and down. The pleasure of contact mixed with the still radiating relief of having my erection freed from my pants created a unique ecstasy. The ecstasy slowly turned into a more poignant sensation. Like a fire in my loins that grew hotter and higher with every pump of my dick.\n\tWithin seconds the intense aroma of my own arousal filled the air. Rubbing the tip of my penis with my thumb spread the precum around. When I began to pull my thumb away, a small, sticky line connected them together, sagging and breaking in air like a trail of maple syrup.\n\t“Oh wow....” I commented on the phenomenon, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “I don't normally get that wet.”\n\t“Yeah, I noticed that little wet spot in your underwear.... Looks like somebody has been having some fun.” She said it matter-of-factly, as if she were not the one that had been responsible for it.\n\tI chuckled. “A bit....” \n\tThe pleasure in my loins ached in an unfamiliar way. It ached with an aggressiveness to its pleasure, and a suddenness to its intensity. My hand started to pump quicker. My hips went back and forth at about half the speed, and the longer it went on, the more I doubted my ability to stop myself. Sweat drops formed on my brow and started to run down my head. A moan escaped from my lips. \n\tNormally masturbating was a silent act, one that took more time and didn't feel like being possessed by some kind of euphoric demon. But with Sharina there, with everything I had done, I felt almost nauseated with desire. I needed to get it out, and I wasn't even sure what 'it' was.\n\t“Sharina....” I looked over at her and she looked up to meet my eyes. “Take your shirt off.”\n\tShe looked at me with faint surprise, but complied a moment later. The thin fabric pulled her breasts up a bit as it slid over her head, causing them to jiggle when she got it past them. She tossed it on the ground and faced me, her nipples hard and her breasts hanging on her chest like perfectly filled water balloons.\n\t“Oh, G—-God...!” My chest shook as the most body shaking rush of pleasure I'd ever felt raged through my entire pelvis and spear-headed its way to my penis. My balls ached like they were being squeezed and my dick went numb with everything other than pure rapture as my sphincter opened and wave after wave of globbed jizz shot out.\n\t“Whoa....” Sharina watched on with fascination as my body leaned forward and tensed up to near cramp levels of tightness. My entire head felt like a space heater and my jaw had dropped open at some point during the ejaculation.\n\tI slowed down my pumping to a gentle caressing motion as the orgasm came to a slow, mind-crushing end. My back straightened out and I closed my mouth, taking deep breaths to keep up with how hard my heart was beating.\n\t“That was quick.”\n\t“...Come on....”\n\t“What?” She cocked an eyebrow.\n\t“You don't... have to say... that....”\n\t“I didn't mean it as an insult. If anything, it's a compliment to me.” She wiped something off the white fur of her stomach. “You got some on me, by the way.”\n\tShe stuck the finger in her mouth and licked it clean.\n\t“Mmm, salty.”\n\tI stared at her in awe, my eyes wide and my head even leaned a bit forward. “Did you really just taste my sperm?”\n\t“Yeah, why not? I've heard good things.”\n\tI wondered what 'I've heard good things' implied about her possibly conservative sex life, and it occurred to me that jizzing on her stomach carried some implications of its own.\n\t“Hey, so, sorry about getting... my stuff all over your bathroom. Kinda lost control there for a few moments.”\n\t“It's okay. Just help me clean it up.”\n\tI did just that, and when we managed to get the renegade splotches of splodge off the shower curtain and toilet, we headed back to her room, where I promptly sat back in my spot with a sigh.\n\t“You seem tired.” She looked down at me, breasts still dangling freely from her chest.\n\t“Very. In my defense, it's been a pretty... busy day.”\n\tShe chuckled. “You're such a kid.”\n\tSharina put on some shorts and a shirt, and we continued our movie. When she stretched out and rested her legs on my lap, I did the same, sliding behind her and stretching my legs out against her butt. While we were watching, she leaned back into them, and I occasionally wiggled my toes, enjoying the tension of her bouncy flesh against me.\n\tAfter the movie, we watched some shows, and then I headed home. \n\tTonight, I slept soundly, lulled to sleep by the thoughts of what was to come.",
"writing_bbcode_parsed": "\tI pulled into Anthony's front lawn and hopped off my bike, frowning at the empty driveway. I'd called him earlier, but his phone had gone straight to voicemail. I checked my own phone to see if he'd gotten back to me.
\t“Nothing....”
\tIt wasn't unusual for his phone to go straight to voicemail, even when he was available, but the car missing from the driveway on a Saturday meant we probably wouldn't be hanging out anytime soon.
\t“Sure hope I didn't make this trip for nothing.”
\tI walked my bike up to the front door and knocked. I waited a few moments and then knocked again, expecting only silence in return, but much to my surprise, the deadbolt clicked a few seconds later and the door swung open.
\tI felt a brief rush of excitement. Anthony and I alone in the house meant getting to use the big screen in the living room. It meant getting to make all sorts of obnoxious noises and act like fools without fear of judgment. And who knew how long his parents would be gone for. We might have the house to ourselves all day, and on a Saturday of all-
\tIt was around that point that my thoughts met a jarring end.
\tI stopped my jaw from dropping, but my eyes turned to small globes and I was rendered speechless for several seconds longer than I would have liked.
\tSharina looked at me with a blank expression on her face, one that seemed comically annoyed. She looked me up and down and cocked an eyebrow.
\t“Do you need something?” She didn't sound angry, but she didn't sound particularly inviting either.
\tI swallowed hard and forced myself to look up at her face, away from the pale pink bikini panties stark against the black fur of her hips. “Is Anthony here?”
\t“No,” she glanced down at herself for a moment, as if her own half-nakedness was of such triviality she had only just then noticed it. “He's out of town.”
\t“Oh. That sucks. I was hoping we could hang out.”
\t“Yeah, he's going to be gone all day. Probably won't be back until tomorrow. So... hanging out might be difficult.”
\t“Yeah, no, I figured....” I looked around awkwardly, torn between the desire to be a normal, upstanding member of society, and a staring pervert with no couth whatsoever.
\t“So....? You need anything else?”
\t“Um, I mean, we could hang out if you want...?”
\tSeveral moments of silence passed. She stared down at me, varying emotions passing over her face.
\tShe shrugged. “Yeah, I guess.”
\tHer lack of laughter left me feeling as if she hadn't caught that I was just kidding. Of course, it was the sort of joke that had a bit of serious-
\t“-Wait, what?” I couldn't help but pull my head back in shock.
\t“I said yeah, if you want. I'm watching a movie, though, and I don't plan on restarting it so you're gonna have to deal with that until it's over.”
\tShe turned around and walked inside, her tail curling. The door was left ajar, and I was left standing outside, my tail curling between my legs.
\tA lot of different emotions surged through me at once: fear, anxiety, shock, confusion, curiosity, but the most prevalent was a culmination of anticipation and excitement.
\tI walked into the house and caught Sharina at the end of the hall, disappearing into the mysterious realm known as her room. I gingerly closed the front door and locked it, and then, with a deep breath and few quick flicks of my tail, I approached.
\tHer room smelled musky, in a feminine, bundled-up-in-blankets sorta way. The floor was covered in discarded pairs of shorts, shirts, and even panties that sat in candid askewness. The windows were covered in blinds, but still let in a surprising amount of natural light. As messy as it was, the first word that came to mind was “comfy,” and that sense was doubled when I looked over at Sharina, lying back in candid askewness herself, among disheveled sheets and an assortment of pillows.
\tHer hands were up her shirt, reached around toward the back and fiddling with something. She looked over at me, looking as if whatever she was doing took considerable focus.
\t“I'm just putting on a bra.”
\t“O-Oh.” I quickly looked away, but moved half-way back in her direction to mask my bashfulness.
\t“You can sit down.”
\t“Oh, y-yeah, thanks.” I took a seat at the far end of the futon. She was sitting on the opposite end by the headboard, cross-legged, her panties pulled tight against her privates.
\tShe had on a tight t-shirt that came down to her waist. When she'd answered the door, her nipples had poked through the cotton, leaving small, bullet-sized hills against her chest. The bra she'd opted to put on was black and faintly visible through the white shirt.
\tWhen she finished getting the bra on, she fell back on her bed and stretched, stopping and bending at the knees with her feet inches from touching me.
\t“You ever seen it?”
\t“Huh?” I looked over at her confused, until I realized she was talking about the movie. “No, I don't think so. What are we watching?”
\t“The Thunder Thief. It's based on a book.”
\t“Oh, yeah. I've heard of the book, and I remember seeing some previews for the movie.... How is it?”
\t“It's alright,” she shifted around on the bed, spreading her legs a bit, giving me a straight-shot view to her crotch. There were small, black strands of fur curling around the pink of the panties, and I could only imagine the private pink area that they covered. “The books were better, to be honest.”
\t“I've never read them.”
\t“They're pretty good. I can lend them to you if you want....? They're a good read.”
\tWe spent the next half an hour going between light conversation and the movie. I tried my best to pay attention to both, but it was hard with her so close to me—and with her so exposed. Whenever she went awhile without saying anything, I would force a bad quip or bring up an obviously bs'ed topic just so I had an excuse to look in her direction and steal a glance at her body.
\tWhen The Thunder Thief finished she rose from the bed and strutted out of the room, accenting the motions of her butt just a bit too much to call it subtle. She returned with sodas and handed me one.
\t“Thanks.”
\t“So what do you want to watch now?” She took a sip of her soda. “Wanna see my collection?”
\t“Yeah, of course.” I rose from the couch and followed her to her computer desk. She suddenly bent over and nearly hit me in the groin with her protruded butt. I stopped and remained there, inches away from her pink, protruding mass. Her tail brushed against my thigh, sending shivers through my entire body.
\tShe glanced back at me. “Come look.”
\tBegrudgingly, I moved forward to stand next to her, her tail dragging against me as I moved. After some small squabbling, we picked out a movie that looked good and put it in the DVD player.
\tWe sat back down in our respective spots in the bed, sipping soda. Had I been less of a coward, I'd have attempted to join her in half-nakedness, but that would have required an immense amount of courage to start, and a lot of nerve to maintain with my frequent, long-lasting erections (which would have been very visible in my boxer-briefs.)
\tA few minutes after our movie started, Sharina stretched out and rested her feet on my lap. I looked over at her, but she ignored me, and continued ignoring me when I turned back to face the movie. I wasn't exactly turned on by feet, but she had her heel bone rested on the top of my dick, and the average young man is riddled with certain...sensitivities, after all.
\tThe problem, however, was that the next time I got an erection, she'd feel it against her.
\tI suddenly became nervous, more nervous than I'd been yet. It wouldn't be the first time she'd felt my hard penis against her, but how would she feel knowing it came from the weight of her foot?
\tI tried to clear my mind of any perversion, to keep myself from becoming hard, but her feet sat on the edges of my peripheries and beckoned for me to look at them, and whenever I did, I was compelled to picture the inviting symmetry of her calves, and then the perfect plumpness of her thighs, and from the thighs I could see her silhouette in my head, wearing nothing more than those pale pink panties and that solid white tee with the black bra visible beneath....
\t“S-So when are your parents gonna be back?” I nearly coughed it out. I felt my penis stiffen and press against her feet, and I couldn't bare the silence while it was happening.
\t“Not completely sure,” I was relieved when she replied casually, as if she hadn't even noticed my boner. “They took Anthony to his friends and said something about going out drinking. Probably won't be for awhile.”
\t“Oh, that would make sense I guess.”
\t“Why do you ask?” She made eye contact with me and held it as she spoke. “You planning to rape me or something?”
\tI pulled back and my eyes widened. After a split second to process it, I realized it was a joke and huffed. Hoping for something to distract her from my initial shock, I said the first thing that came to mind: “No, I only rape braless women. You saved yourself at the last moment.”
\tHer eyebrows rose. “Oh, really?”
\tSeveral moments of silence passed. My heart pounded and I immediately regretted making such a creepy fucking joke. 170,000 words in the English dictionary, approximately 2.36167 potential combinations of words that could have been made instead of the six words magic words I chose--'No, I only rape braless women.' Yet, I chose them.
\tI stared at the television across the room, wishing for death, when I saw movement from the corner of my eye. When I looked over, I found Sharina with her hands up her shirt, reaching around toward her back.
\tMy eyes slowly widened. I saw something move beneath her arms. She pulled the black-lace bra out from under her shirt and dangled it in front me, her eyebrow cocked and a mocking smile on her lips. Off to the side, her tail flipped around, loudly thumping against the bed.
\t“You gonna rape me now?”
\tFor a moment, I saw the bra, and then it was as if it ceased to exist. I stared past it, at the now visible nipples poking through the fabric of her shirt.
\tShe tossed the bra on the ground.
\t“If I tried, I'm pretty sure you'd win.”
\t“Yeah,” she shrugged. “True. I wouldn't try it if I were you.” She turned back toward the television, again, acting if nothing had happened.
\tNothing is precisely what did happen for the next twenty minutes. I regarded the brief lull in conversation with thanks, as it gave me some time to settle down, but minutes later, her demeanor started to grow noticeably restless.
\tHer foot would be still on my lap, and then in the next moment it would shift positions, and then again, and the moment I started to suspect she was doing it to me on purpose, she would curl up and her feet would be at my side, leaving my crotch alone entirely.
\tOver the course of twenty or so more minutes, she'd repeated this cycle multiple times, going from stretched out to curled up, from on her back to sideways. Her restlessness worsened, until she was moving around nearly every other minute.
\tWhen I looked over at her after the twenty or so minute span, I found her curled up on her side, eyes glued to the screen. She had her bottom lip pulled into her mouth and her body was leaned slightly forward as if she were tense. I chanced a glance between her legs as I started turning my head back, but her hand was there, blocking it from view.
\tA few minutes later, she stretched back out and rested her feet back on my lap. She had scooted closer to me, with her groin now only inches away from my side, similar to how she'd been when she'd approached me in the garage. I saw her feet start to shake lightly, but they stopped after a few moments.
\tA couple minutes after that, they did it again, this time with more intensity. It looked liked her entire leg was shaking.
\tWhen it happened a third time, I could tell for sure it was the entire leg, and from the corner of my eye it looked as if her body had tensed up even more.
\tI looked over at her, suspicious and confused. Her eyes stayed on the television screen, either oblivious to my staring, or simply not caring. Her arm was resting on her lower stomach and her hand was wedged between her tightly closed legs.
\tIs she...?
\tIt didn't seem possible, but then again, with Sharina, anything was possible.
\tIs she masturbating right now? Right here, in front of me. Practically on top of me?
\tI turned to face the screen, cheeks suddenly turning a cherry red.
\tShe has to be. Why else would she be moving like this? Why else would she squirming around and have her hand between her legs?
\tShe squirmed again, and this time, her body definitely tensed up. Her upper body lifted a bit and her feet quivered with uneven motions. She glanced down in my direction before quickly looking back at the movie. Her lower body lurched forward, and she glanced down toward me.
\t“Shit....” She quickly slid her feet off of me and onto the floor. Her hand was still buried between her legs as she stood up and ran out the door of her room. “Pause it, please!”
\tA few seconds later I heard the sound of water forcibly splashing into more water. A couple moments after that, the bathroom light clicked on and the door shut, leaving the only audible noise that of the movie. I reached over for the DVD remote and paused the movie, and again heard the sound, now faintly, echoing through the silent hallways.
\tThe sound faded a few seconds later, and a couple minutes after that, the toilet flushed. After washing her hands, she emerged from the bathroom.
\t“Everything all... right....?” My voice quickly faltered.
\tWhen she walked in, my eyes immediately jumped to her now entirely exposed bottom-half. Below her shirt, there was nothing other than black fur, reaching down between her thighs, presumably surrounding something pink.
\t“Yeah. Should have gone pee after The Thunder Thief, but you distracted me and I ended up wetting myself.”
\tShe clutched a pink ball of fabric in her hand and dropped it onto a small pile of clothes by her computer desk, mostly out of my sight. Facing the desk, her butt poked out to me, and I spared no ounce of energy in my attempts to forcibly ingrain every subtle contour of it's visibly bouncy shape.
\t“I distracted you?” Where I got the energy to challenge her was beyond me. All I knew is that my mouth was open and words were coming out.
\tShe walked over to the bed and sat down on her side, as if nothing were amiss. She covered the front of her lower area with a pillow, leaving the back exposed, tail deceptively still. “Yes. When were picking out a movie. I'd meant to go before we put it on, but you distracted me and I forgot.”
\tShe must have meant when she'd tried to force a fender-bender between my cock and her butt, and had then proceeded to give my thigh a hasty tail-job.
\t“You could have gone at any point during the movie.”
\t“I don't like getting up to go during movies unless I have to. Thought I could hold it until the end. I couldn't. Anyway, shush, I'm putting it back on.”
\tWithout waiting for my input, she reached out and grabbed the remote and turned the movie back on. I turned toward the television, my lips spread in confusion and shock.
\tShe could blame me all she wanted for her accident. She could blame me for distracting her, for dirtying her—I'd even be okay if she blamed me for WWII. I cared about one thing: the furry creature that had removed her underwear in glaring sight, and then chosen to remain naked instead of picking up one of the many pairs of panties or shorts from the floor.
\tI looked over at her, and then quickly back at the movie. Then I looked over at her again, and again. Each time I took another mental snapshot of her, focusing in on a different part, but no amount of snapshots seemed to satisfy me.
\tI swallowed and licked my lips. My nervousness had originally kept me in check, but we'd been sitting together for some time now. I'd grown comfortable, possibly too comfortable. I looked over at her again, oblivious staring replacing the furtive glances once thrown with precision.
\tShe looked down and met my eyes, and I quickly looked away. I sensed her staring at me for a few moments, before turning to look at the television screen. My jaw quivered and I struggled to keep my chest from heaving too obviously. My heart felt like it might explode.
\tThe pillow blocking Sharina's lap lifted and slid behind her, against her bottom.
\tI took in a sharp, stifled breath and my entire body flexed. Words tried to form in my head, to give shape to the elaborate sensations ping-ponging through my body, but they always fell flat, the energy required to put it all into perspective too great a task for somebody in my position.
\tI looked over at her again. Her breast atop the other, her nipples visibly hard, poking through the fabric of her shirt. Her left leg sat on her right, and where they met there were lines that started at the top edges of her groin, and went downward, meeting at a point, forming an inverted triangle leading to her womanhood.
\tThe moment my eyes met her, excitement and terror battled for control over me, but neither took control. Like an empty vessel, too clouded to discern, a sudden student of Lao Tzu, I stared at her for a matter of seconds, unable to look away, not sure what part of her to snapshot, not sure what part of her to appreciate.
\tShe detected my staring and looked down to meet my eyes again. I kept staring at her, knowing I'd been caught, and in a way too glaring to justify pretending otherwise. Her eyes slid down to my lap where she no doubt saw the protrusion pushing against my shorts.
\tShe looked back up at me and stared, that same blasé look she always had on her face. Her eyes stayed on me as she started to turn, positioning herself on her back. The tip of her tail flicked back in forth, but the rest of her tail stayed mostly still.
\tShe kept her legs together, keeping my eyes from seeing anything too intimate, but now I knew I was closer than ever to seeing her most private area—not that she would ever willingly let me see it. I was convinced the pool-mooning incident had been an accident, and she likely had not even known it had happened.
\t“You wanna see it?”
\tWhen she'd pulled down her shorts, she probably hadn't considered the angle, not thinking I could see her puss-
\t“-Wait, what?”
\t“I said, 'Do you wanna see it?' You've been looking at me like some kind of goon for the last ten minutes.”
\t“I,” my voice caught in my throat. My cheeks flooded with red and my body rattled with anxiety and embarrassment. But I felt something different traveling through me. An empowering, driving force, that little voice that reminds a person that possibility defined by the mind is not the same as possibility defined by reality, and if I really wanted Sharina, maybe I could have her.
\tI swallowed and opened my quivering jaw. “Um... yeah. I w-wanna see it.”
\tShe looked down at my erection again, and then back up at my eyes, with mocking levels of calm. “Alright.”
\tHer legs began to spread at the knees, and then her feet. I looked between her legs and found a small patch of pink faintly visibly beneath curling strands of black fur.
\tThe fur closest to her vagina stuck against her flesh and shimmered in the light, wet, probably from where she'd washed herself. She arched her crotch upward, showing where her thighs connected to her buttocks, both looking tight and fit, yet with a charming plumpness that seemed almost spoiled in nature.
\tI turned to face her fully, putting one leg on the bed. I swallowed again and looked up to meet her eyes.
\t“So.... This is it, huh?”
\tShe pouted. “What's that supposed to mean...?”
\t“Oh, no, no, I didn't mean it like that.” I chuckled, unsure of where I got the tenacity to laugh.
\t“Yeah, well, you don't say things like that when a girl is showing you something special. You think I show this to just anyone?”
\t“Yeah, yeah,” I smiled. “Sorry. I just meant I've.... Well, I guess I've kinda wanted to... see it. For awhile, I mean.”
\tShe dropped her butt back on the bed. “I bet.”
\tWe went silent for a few more moments, and I spent every second etching her finer details into my brain. Each second that past worried me further: would she conceal herself again soon? I wanted to take things to the next level, but how?
\t“C-Can I... touch it?”
\tHer head moved back an inch in surprise and her eyebrows furled. “Hmm.” She looked directly at me and squinted. “I dunno.”
\t“I-I'll be gentle.... I mean, you don't have to let me, but... I mean, I won't do anything stupid or anything.”
\tShe continued squinting. I struggled to find more words to butter her up.
\t“Yeah, I guess.”
\tAir rushed out of my lungs in a stifled sigh of relief. “Really?”
\t“Yeah.”
\tI swallowed and repositioned myself a bit more in her direction.
\t“You don't have to be gentle either.... Don't go shoving your hand in there or anything, but y'know, you don't have to be a baby about it.”
\t“Yeah, of course....” I practically whispered it as I extended my hand toward her.
\tAn instant before my finger connected with her pussy, I pulled to the side and touched her inner leg. It was warm, just like her lap had been when she'd sat on me in the garage. I slid upward, taking in the softness of her fur and squishiness of her thigh-plump.
\tWhen I reached her privates, I placed my finger on her vaginal lip and traced it along the entire circumference of her pussy. When I reached the top, I slid downward onto what I believed was her clitoris and pushed in.
\tShe tensed and and took a sharp breath. When I looked up at her face, I saw her eyes staring down at my hands and her bottom lip pulled into her mouth. I slid further downward and worked my finger back and forth, letting it slip its way between her lips.
\t“You're really wet.”
\tShe half-chuckled, half-snorted. When I looked up at her again, I noticed how red her cheeks were.
\t“It's not a very dry place....” She kept her eyes on my forearm, refusing to look up to meet my eyes.
\t“Oh.”
\tMy finger met resistance about an inch deep, so I slid further down, looking for where dicks normally went. Not far from where I was poking her, I found a warm, wet tunnel that seemed to extend endlessly. I gently slid my finger and went double the depth I'd gone before when she jolted.
\t“Mm! Ow....”
\tI pulled back a few centimeters and went still. “Shit, you okay?”
\t“Yeah, I'm okay. Try not to go so deep. At least so early on.”
\tI swallowed and looked back down at her womanhood, pondering what 'so early on' could have implied. Wanting to play it safe after my faux pas, I pulled out and slid back up to her clitoris.
\tI brushed my finger against it lightly and heard her moan softly--a high pitched noise, like a cry that had slipped from her throat on accident.
\t“Okay, that's enough.” Her face glowed red and her chest rose with each labored breath. “I think that's enough of that.”
\tI pulled my hand away. She slid sideways and put her feet on the ground, now closed tightly.
\t“So, um.... Thanks... for that. That was really, really cool.”
\t“Don't thank me.” Her voice and face had returned mostly to normal, but I could tell there was a slight change to her—on top of the redness of her cheeks that had yet to go away. “That wasn't free.”
\t“U-Uhm... What? I...I have to pay?”
\t“Yep. Not money, though, so stop thinking I'm some kind of prostitute.”
\tI stared at her with my mouth open and my eyebrows slightly cocked. “So then...?”
\t“You gotta show me your dick.”
\tMy lips closed and my eyebrows went back. “You wanna see my dick...?”
\t“Actually,” she said, taking on the tone of merchant with a hefty trading advantage. “I wanna watch you masturbate. It's only fair. You got to play with my pussy, so I think it's only fair I get to watch you masturbate.”
\t“O-Oh, I-I-I... I don't....”
\t“It's only fair.” She shrugged. “If you have a problem with that you should have considered it before touching my pussy.”
\tI balled my hands into fists and looked down at my lap. Did I really have to do this? Could I do it? And how was it possible to be so scared yet so excited at the same time?
\t“W-Well.... What do you want me to do?”
\t“Jack off. You can... finish in the toilet if you want. You wanna do it in the bathroom?”
\t“I... I...” I looked around a bit, not sure how to answer, yet knowing at the same time there was only one thing I could say. “I guess so. The bathroom... will work.”
\tSharina stood up. Watching her, I couldn't help but wonder if she had perfected a special method of standing that caused her butt to jiggle the way it did then. Maybe it was tactical; a way to keep my nervousness from killing my boner before I had a chance to 'finish.'
\tShe turned to face me and put her hands on her hips. “Looks like you're ready. Come on.”
\tI got to my feet and followed her to the bathroom, the tip of my erection rubbing against my shorts with every step. I stood in front of the toilet and looked down into the water. She watched me, going back and forth between my bulge and face.
\t“You gonna do it or not?”
\tI swallowed and reached for my shorts. She kept her eyes on my groin as the shorts slid past my cock, revealing the cotton bulge of my boxer-briefs. The shorts dropped to my feet and I kicked them to the side.
\tI reached down and rubbed my cock through my underwear, running my finger against the small wet spot at the tip of my dick. My jaw clenched with pleasure and my penis pressed into the wet spot when I pressed my fingers against my testicles.
\tI put my hands on my hips and slid my boxer-briefs down, feeling a wave of cold air wash over with me, creating a strange sensation as it mingled with the warm arousal emanating off of me.
\t“Oh, not bad.” Sharina glanced up at me for a moment, but quickly looked back down at my cock.
\tI almost breathed a sigh of relief. I'd only just then realized I was actually terrified of what she would think of it.
\tMy fingers wrapped around my cock and pulled it up and down. The pleasure of contact mixed with the still radiating relief of having my erection freed from my pants created a unique ecstasy. The ecstasy slowly turned into a more poignant sensation. Like a fire in my loins that grew hotter and higher with every pump of my dick.
\tWithin seconds the intense aroma of my own arousal filled the air. Rubbing the tip of my penis with my thumb spread the precum around. When I began to pull my thumb away, a small, sticky line connected them together, sagging and breaking in air like a trail of maple syrup.
\t“Oh wow....” I commented on the phenomenon, feeling suddenly self-conscious. “I don't normally get that wet.”
\t“Yeah, I noticed that little wet spot in your underwear.... Looks like somebody has been having some fun.” She said it matter-of-factly, as if she were not the one that had been responsible for it.
\tI chuckled. “A bit....”
\tThe pleasure in my loins ached in an unfamiliar way. It ached with an aggressiveness to its pleasure, and a suddenness to its intensity. My hand started to pump quicker. My hips went back and forth at about half the speed, and the longer it went on, the more I doubted my ability to stop myself. Sweat drops formed on my brow and started to run down my head. A moan escaped from my lips.
\tNormally masturbating was a silent act, one that took more time and didn't feel like being possessed by some kind of euphoric demon. But with Sharina there, with everything I had done, I felt almost nauseated with desire. I needed to get it out, and I wasn't even sure what 'it' was.
\t“Sharina....” I looked over at her and she looked up to meet my eyes. “Take your shirt off.”
\tShe looked at me with faint surprise, but complied a moment later. The thin fabric pulled her breasts up a bit as it slid over her head, causing them to jiggle when she got it past them. She tossed it on the ground and faced me, her nipples hard and her breasts hanging on her chest like perfectly filled water balloons.
\t“Oh, G—-God...!” My chest shook as the most body shaking rush of pleasure I'd ever felt raged through my entire pelvis and spear-headed its way to my penis. My balls ached like they were being squeezed and my dick went numb with everything other than pure rapture as my sphincter opened and wave after wave of globbed jizz shot out.
\t“Whoa....” Sharina watched on with fascination as my body leaned forward and tensed up to near cramp levels of tightness. My entire head felt like a space heater and my jaw had dropped open at some point during the ejaculation.
\tI slowed down my pumping to a gentle caressing motion as the orgasm came to a slow, mind-crushing end. My back straightened out and I closed my mouth, taking deep breaths to keep up with how hard my heart was beating.
\t“That was quick.”
\t“...Come on....”
\t“What?” She cocked an eyebrow.
\t“You don't... have to say... that....”
\t“I didn't mean it as an insult. If anything, it's a compliment to me.” She wiped something off the white fur of her stomach. “You got some on me, by the way.”
\tShe stuck the finger in her mouth and licked it clean.
\t“Mmm, salty.”
\tI stared at her in awe, my eyes wide and my head even leaned a bit forward. “Did you really just taste my sperm?”
\t“Yeah, why not? I've heard good things.”
\tI wondered what 'I've heard good things' implied about her possibly conservative sex life, and it occurred to me that jizzing on her stomach carried some implications of its own.
\t“Hey, so, sorry about getting... my stuff all over your bathroom. Kinda lost control there for a few moments.”
\t“It's okay. Just help me clean it up.”
\tI did just that, and when we managed to get the renegade splotches of splodge off the shower curtain and toilet, we headed back to her room, where I promptly sat back in my spot with a sigh.
\t“You seem tired.” She looked down at me, breasts still dangling freely from her chest.
\t“Very. In my defense, it's been a pretty... busy day.”
\tShe chuckled. “You're such a kid.”
\tSharina put on some shorts and a shirt, and we continued our movie. When she stretched out and rested her legs on my lap, I did the same, sliding behind her and stretching my legs out against her butt. While we were watching, she leaned back into them, and I occasionally wiggled my toes, enjoying the tension of her bouncy flesh against me.
\tAfter the movie, we watched some shows, and then I headed home.
\tTonight, I slept soundly, lulled to sleep by the thoughts of what was to come.",
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