AUTHOR’S NOTE
This is more inspired by personal past events than… other things going on within my circle.  They relate, somewhat, but it’s coincidental at best. 

He had hoped for the best.  He had… trusted her, so much.  The coyote had given Jack something concrete that he’d never had before.  She’d liked him, she thought he was smart, and sexy, and funny.  She liked spending time with him, and wanted for every moment that they could be together.  Jack was always good at lying to himself. 

Throughout everything, [i]HE[/i] had always been there.  Any time that she was busy, she was busy with Daniel; playing with him on Secondlife or IM-ing with him or texting him or talking to him on the phone or… Jack was okay with that.  Daniel had been there before Jack had been, helping her, building her self-esteem, being her friend when she needed it.  Jack was glad for that.  He felt guilty, to an extent, not being there from the beginning to lick her wounds, to pet her, to hold her when she was sad and be her shoulder to cry on and her white knight to protect her, and Daniel being there filled in the empty spot.  

They’d been dating for a year, or a little more.  He would spend every weekend, all weekend with her.  She had lucked out and her dorm mate had cancelled, giving them the privacy they needed.  They’d explored each other near constantly since they’d been together, not an inch of their bodies untouched by searching hands and exploring tongues.  She was a virgin and wouldn’t go all the way, but he was content with what she was willing to do.  Willing perhaps isn’t a strong enough word.  She was voracious when she was in the mood, sucking and swallowing hungrily like she was born for it.  Jack didn’t consider himself a slouch either, eating and drinking her came naturally to him as a duck to water.  They couldn’t get enough of each other, he couldn’t have been happier, and she was more than pleased. Or at least she seemed to be.

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The semester was almost over, and things seemed to be moving faster and faster.  Only a month or so ago they had all gone to a little dance party(her, Jack, and a friend of theirs, an incredibly tall Jack Russel named Brad).  Neither Jack or Brad danced, so they made their business watching her, keeping an eye on her and keeping her safe, and occasionally watching the football game  that was on in the room.  They looked like low-rent gangsters, one somewhat short and fat, and the other one freakishly tall and lanky, and a ginger on top of it.  

Three hours of watching football, being made inadequate asian breakdancers, and of course watching her shake her fine ass in her latex dress, corset, and black-and-white striped hose, topped off of course by a very nice masquerade mask she had made herself; she was finally ready to go.  Her ankles and feet hurt so bad that she couldn’t walk in her 4 inch, knee-high leather boots, and she intended on walking back in her hose.  Jack just couldn’t stand that though, so he hoisted her up on his shoulders and carried her the 15 minute walk home.  She giggled and laughed most of the way, spurring him like a horse.  Brad separated from them with a smile.  He said he was going for food but honestly he knew that once they got where they were going they wouldn’t need company.  

Jack was glad he had convinced her not to wear panties under her hose now, with her soft, full thighs wrapped around his head and her warmth against the back of his neck.  She didn’t waste the opportunity to tease him, playing with his ears and rubbing herself against the back of his neck and head as they walked alone across the campus at night.  Once back to the dormitory Jack could hardly wait, his hands slipping under her dress in the elevator to rub at her already-moist slit, feeling the wet fabric of her hose and the heat radiating from her.  She moaned quietly and clawed his arm, telling him to stop with a wanting, hungry whine.  When they made it to her floor he practically drug her, but she was in as much of a hurry as he was, her key ready and in-hand before they ever got off the elevator.  

Once inside clothes began coming off before the door even shut behind them.  He slipped his leg inside hers and pushed her down to her knees, following her as he unclasped her corset.  She moaned as his paws gripped her somewhat small breasts, playing with her delicate nipples as his bulge ground against her ass.  It wasn’t long before they were  both nude, laying in a 69 with her on top of him, nearly drowning him in her nectar on the bed they had finally made their way to.  His tongue slid up to her tailhole, the meticulously clean flesh tasting sweet and slightly bitter of the sweat from her dancing.  Her back arched as his fingers delved inside her wet pussy and his tongue worshipped her rear.  His cock twitched in her maw as he pulled away, panting for breath as his fingers probed her.  

“I have-huff-an idea… If you’d like to try it…” He said quietly.  She humored him, allowing him to roll her onto her back and lay over her, kissing her deeply.  She was curious, but kissed him back, holding him close knowing that he wouldn’t take advantage.  He pulled away and sat up, taking her ankles in his hands and pushing her legs back.  “Hold these as far back as you can for me, ok?”  She obliged eagerly, showing her flexibility by holding her legs back almost enough to lock behind her head. Her hips lifted off the bed in this position, just enough for him to have a full view of everything.  He took his cock in hand and aimed the tip to her ass, gently pressing it against it.   

She jumped slightly and looked down at him, afraid he was going to overstep the boundaries.  “Jack, don’t-”  

He cut her off, knowing where her mind was going.  “I’m not going to put it inside… If i just hold it like this… when I cum…”  He let his voice trail off, letting her figure the rest for herself. 

“Okay… just… don’t forget…”  She said hesitantly, her trust in him strained.  

He stroked himself quickly, the motion of his tip against her rim teasing her as well.  Her pussy almost dripped down onto him from her arousal.  As much as they played back there, because she enjoyed it, he was sure with only a little lubrication he could easily get inside, but now wasn’t the time.  Their RPs, their sexting, the pictures she drew, always had herself being filled, or drinking, or being covered in cum.  He’d tried to figure out for a long time a way to let her feel that pleasure and live that fantasy without taking the virginity that she guarded so closely, and to let him mark what he felt was his.  One of her hands delved between her legs to stroke herself, her moans growing louder, intermixed with squeaks and squeals of pleasure.

Seeing her like that underneath him was all that he needed to bring him around, his load, admittedly not a huge one due to the several earlier orgasm she had brought him to, filled her, a long jolt of thick cum, followed by two or three short shots of thinner seed.  She howled a shrill coyote howl as she came, feeling him spreading inside her.  Her legs fell to his sides and he laid over her, they kissed deeply and messily, moaning together in their shared afterglow.  

An hour or so later, after cleaning up and watching some anime, he had to go home.  He wished he could stay, he always did, but she couldn’t have him overnight and he couldn’t get away with spending the night away from home yet.  He told her he loved her, and she blushed, and smiled, and apologized for not saying it back.  He told her it was okay, that she didn’t have to love him back for him to love her.  He truly believed it, and he walked the long walk to his truck with the confidence that if he just… loved her enough, she would come around eventually.  

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But now he wasn’t sure… they had done it again that morning, leaving a week’s-saved load in her ass as he went to pick up Daniel from the Greyhound station.  It took him more than a while in the maze of streets that made up downtown Knoxville, but he finally made it.  He waited at the corner, parked for the guy to show up, his stomach knotting up with anxiety.  There had always been the risk, he’d always known that Daniel was a rival, but how could he be a threat?  He’d always been away, always been out of reach when she needed someone for real, and Jack… Jack had been there.  He’d had his arms around her, his lips kissing her, he’d put in the time, he’d given her all of the love he had to give, he paid for everything because he knew she couldn’t afford anything.  Daniel hadn’t done anything besides give words on a screen and a voice on the phone.  

A knock on the window brought his attention over.  He unlocked the door and watched as the dirty, mangy looking wolf got into his car. Daniel was a little taller than Jack, and bigger all around.  He was wearing dirty, ripped up jeans, a dirty, ripped up jacket, and a white hoody underneath, the kind with headphones built into the ties of the hood.  He had a rather obvious yellow stain on the front of his hoodie and stunk of piss and cigarette smoke.  He wore a smile and a happy, confident demeanor, but Jack felt… at ease, now.  Daniel was dirty, he stunk, he smoked, he was scruffy and unkept.  He couldn’t possibly be a threat now, there was no way.  

They made small talk on the way back, mostly avoiding talking about her.  They talked about a lot of things, they had a lot in common, after all.  It was... uncanny.  If you made Jack… Dirtier and admittedly more capable(while Jack had been in school and been mostly protected by his family, Daniel had been left to run as a child and joined the Army as an adult), but at the same time took away some potential(college degrees and base personal hygiene are worth something, after all), they could have almost been twins.  Jack smiled as they finally arrived, with her waiting outside for them.  She ran towards them, and Jack smiled wider, his tail wagging slightly.  His stomach sunk again as Daniel took a few quick steps forward before she jumped into his arms.  

The rest of the day he stood back, walking at least 4 or 5 steps behind them.  She did… everything that they always did… with him.  They held hands, he held her, she took his coat when she was cold… and they kissed.  He drove them around the rest of the day, out of the kindness of his heart and trueness to his word.  She couldn’t have betrayed him, she never confessed, she never loved him, they were just friends to her, no matter what she was to him.  At least that’s how he saw it at the time.  

At the end of the day Brad and Anja(an exchange student) met with Jack for dinner before he went home, after he left Daniel and her at his hotel.  They asked him about everything that happened, and he told truthfully as best he could.  They told him they’d never talk to her again if she had done that to them, that it was obvious they’d been more than just friends, that she had been using him, that she’d taken advantage… and it was true, in all honesty.  But he should have known.  She never lied.  She never said she loved him, she never asked for anything, he just gave, and gave, and gave, and gave until he had nothing left to give.  

And now he truly did have nothing left to give. He told his friends goodnight and drove home, the highway being solemn and quiet and black and empty.  The highways in the South are something, you know.  You get far enough out of Knoxville and the lights disappear, leading into blackness. There are trees on all sides, and usually clouds, so it’s almost like driving on a road in the void, with no stars, nothing peripheral, nothing beyond the range of your headlights accept the reflectors promising a few hundred feet at least of road ahead of you.  He didn’t cry.  Men don’t cry.  He didn’t lose if he didn’t cry.   

Off the sides of the bridges as he neared home he looked over the sides at the black, mirror-like water, sitting still and undisturbed hundreds of feet below.  Every time he crossed fought the urge to turn into it, to drive into the black void and let it swallow him.  He felt empty.  He felt nothingness inside him, and thought maybe if he just embraced it, embraced the emptiness, the hopelessness, and let it all go…   But he didn’t.  He always hesitated just enough for the opportunity to fade, and by grace he made it home none worse for wear.  

END

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