4 comments/ 32962 views/ 10 favorites Alternates By: FurLove The actors in this script are of legal age. This is a work of adult erotic fiction and contains descriptions of sexual acts between consenting adults. If you're under the age of consent where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it is illegal to obtain adult literature where you reside, delete this file immediately. If it's entirely legal for you to read sexually explicit material, I hope you enjoy the story! This story cannot be posted or reused elsewhere without the permission of this Author. * 1 My name is Gina Winslow. I changed my name back to my real father's name since I despise my stepfather. It's difficult being in my situation and it's only because of the alternating work with college courses that I'm able to scrape by and still get a college education. The course work isn't too bad at all. Mostly fun. I was always very good in school. It was only hampered by dodging my stepfather's groping and putting up with my constantly drugged out and dysfunctional mom. This made it so I had to raised myself for the most part. Remembering my real dad is all that kept me sane through my introduction to college. I was quite young when he died so I probably have romanticized him or so mom says anyway. I was always throwing this up in my stepfathers face at every available opportunity. That doesn't happen anymore since I no longer have anything to do with my folks. Mom got thrown into jail for drug trafficking with my stepfather. I turned him in. It was the only way my mom would get clean for any time at all and to get him out of my life for good. I support myself from my jobs now and with a small scholarship for disadvantaged kids. I manage to get by. Daily life generally is fine while I'm at school or work, but with three other roommates in an apartment too small for two it's a big pain in the ass. It's all I can afford right now and I'll just have to make the best of the situation. I mostly just sleep there and even that is like a WWII submarine movie. Guys are not in my scheme of things right now. They are way too immature around college for my taste, experience and desires. Life gets too complicated with all the hormones rushing. The older guys and profs are not all that interesting either. Sure am horny for something or someone though. Started on the pill so I'm ready. A lot of the guys don't give me a second look anyway since I'm not apparently cute, sexy, athletic or anorexic enough. Since I'm tall and a red head it doesn't make for great popularity. We get a bad rap except most red heads don't take so much crap as blonds seem to take? Blonds, blonds, blonds. I hate blonds! Most of them are bottle blonds anyway. A badge of intentional stupidity. Even when I'm in my work quarter I don't meet very many interesting guys. I go to a college where I work one quarter and go to school the alternate quarter. I wouldn't make it any other way. Besides I'm getting a better education this way. Life for me has gotten very interesting in a most unexpected way. That's from a class project which, on its face would seem very mundane. I've learned a valuable lesson to never underestimate the mundane. At school we all have a high end house project where the alternate works on it when I'm at work and I get to see and rearrange or redo what my alternate did, add and create my own stuff when I'm back in school. It's a file sharing project. Kind of crazy but very interesting at the same time. It's kind of like a mind game of figuring out in a remote way what the other person is thinking. I've not met this other person. At first I thought it was silly and very annoying since my alternate is clearly not very skilled at CAD work and screws up the files really badly in certain ways. Yet the way he reshapes things shows deep knowledge, detail experience and design skill I'm not even close to realizing. He signs in as Fred. Who the hell is Fred? I ask around and find out he's an older guy who has his own business. He's taking this particular CAD class as a professional improvement. That he certainly needs. They said he graduated some years ago, made a contribution to the college and this is a courtesy course for him. Why me as an alternate? Complaining to the prof only got the "You'll learn a lot this way from someone who knows a LOT more than you" response. It's true. I'm getting a workout cleaning up his mistakes for sure but I'm learning a lot in the process I might not otherwise have access to in a most peculiar and interesting way. I don't just toss things out and plug in my own ideas without analyzing what he's done very thoroughly. I'm starting to get into this guys mind in a strange sort of way. It's almost like he's leaving me a design map to follow. The detail areas are very well thought out in ways I would never have considered. The way he's reshaping the overall spaces is incredible. I get back to school this quarter and the whole design is reworked. His skills are getting better since he's figured out how to work the angular and circular functions. The whole design is a totally non-rectangular fantasy thing now. It's full of errors and flaws but what an incredible design! Gotta meet this guy so I look up his business, Fred Otterland & Associates, Architects and get his email address. 2 Most folks call me Fred. I'm in a situation of taking a college course which is quite improbable but there are a lot of guys in business these days taking one or more college courses. I found I needed deeper computer skills in CAD work to keep up with the young CAD techs in my office just to keep them from intimidating me. I'm so busy running the office and doing the actual design work I don't have time to keep up my original skills but I'm already finding the class to be very useful. It's difficult getting those skills while I'm working or after I'm burnt out in the evenings at home. Especially after working out. This way it's a forced time out from the office for one thing and gets me totally focused for two quarters out of the year for half a day twice a week. It's actually shaken me out of my rather narrow professional world and taken me back to the beginning in a peculiar sort of way. I'm in a very different atmosphere I would normally not be in. After my contentious divorce a few years ago I've given up on women for the most part. I will occasionally date and I even had a couple of call girls. They were pretty much a mild disaster plus the chance of catching something struck the fear of god into me. Now I find myself surrounded by young and for the most part gorgeous young women when I'm taking my CAD course. At first I thought I would be totally ignored but I've found more than once a young college girl has come on to me. What a pleasant surprise! The one thing I had missed with my marriage was the inability to get my wife interested in having sex in furs. This has been a fantasy all my life and I thought in a loving situation this would be a no brainer. She was totally turned off to my surprise. Even the call girls who will do anything you ask were not very good at all with furs. Really clumsy and impersonal sex. Not much better than jerking off. I wear fur all the time now that I don't have a wife telling me what I should or should not do. I have furs all through my condo for my own pleasure. I've even gotten a lot of complements over it's beauty and stylishness for me and my place. Some clients even ask me to include some in the houses I design for them since we do most of the décor as well. I stress natural materials for the finish work, décor and as a conservationists ideal philosophy of design using natural and renewable materials. When I'm at college I'm noticed for the fur and more of a sexy smile than a frown of disapproval. Even gotten a few guys who gave a 'right on!' comment. Unfortunately I've been so busy I haven't had the opportunity to design and build my own place even though it's my business. I'm just too busy doing it for others. I decide to work on some of those ideas in the course I'm taking at my old Alma Mater. My alternate is obviously very skilled at CAD work but a total novice at design. Well it is a Sophomore level course. Thinking back on my Sophomore design work I blush. My alternate, Gina, must be really pissed at me, leaving her a jumbled mess to clean up but the prof says that's one of the points of the exercise. To learn working with others even if remotely and not at the same skills level. This last quarter I got my mind around the angular and circular functions which I've been prodding my own CAD techs to do for some time now. They are reluctant and I figure out why. It's much more difficult with the follow through. I can now confidently push their intellectual lazy buttons. I was able to get quite far into a much more interesting design this quarter. So much so I burnt a disc of the work just in case Gina goes sideways on me. I have decided I'll use this design to get a house going once I get deeper into it. Wonder how Gina will take this new turn? I ask the prof about her and find out she's already intrigued with what I'm doing but pissed at all my mistakes. He says she can handle it. She's really smart, stubborn and with a strong personality. Early in the quarter, barely a week, I get an email from Gina. She wants to know what I'm trying to do. She's not at all conciliatory but quite .. bossy. I email back that I'm using the exercise to design a house for myself since I don't have any other time to do it I'm so busy. She writes back after a few days and asks if we could meet over coffee? She wants to talk about it. Maybe get more actively involved. Smart and aggressive. Gina decides on an old hangout I frequented when I was in school and where I still sometimes spend a weekend afternoon. It's still the artsy place to be. It's a coffee shop in an old warehouse space with big skylights, antique tapestries on dark walls with old heavy tables and a random collection of chairs and couches that seem to change over time. On a sunny day peoples faces pop out like in a Renaissance painting, lit by the skylights. It's a great place to talk and it's near the Arts and Design College. She said she has red hair and I can't miss her. 3 I see this older guy, maybe late thirties with a short cropped beard and short hair coming through the door, up to the order counter like he does it every day and is really comfortable here. Think I've actually seen him here before? I was hoping I would be on my ground and have the advantage. He sees me as soon as he walks in like he knows exactly where I would be sitting. He grins like all is so ease for him. Nice looking .. well built guy. Dude's wearing an incredibly luscious fur lined denim hoodie, very casual jacket. Wears it like it's a sweat shirt. Very distinguished and confident in ways my profs are not. Gina is far more striking than I had expected. Biggest, fattest pony tail I've ever seen with her super curly red hair. Actually quite attractive with some very nice quirky features. Thin lips that look like she's grinning and frowning at the same time as I come over to her. Her demeanor is reinforced by a slightly protruding chin which she uses like Katherine Hepburn to command her situation. "You must be Gina?" "Yeah. You're Fred?" "You betcha." sitting. "You're not as old as I expected." "Don't let looks fool you." "So you have your own firm?" "Yes and we do some pretty advanced designs. Lot of green build and energy efficient projects." "Saw that on your web site. Looks like you're doing what some of my profs talk about as a goal. That would account for some of the things I see in the CAD work we are doing?" "That's where I want it to go anyway. It's a house I want to build for myself." "That's what really got my attention. I certainly would want to work on something that will actually get built. Even if it's just part of my classwork." "I'll be happy to promote it as a joint design. Give you extra credit and a boost." "WOW. That's really nice of you." "I know I've been a really crappy CAD tech partner on what I've been doing but it's such an excellent opportunity for me. I'm so damn busy during my work day I don't have time otherwise to do this. This forces me to concentrate on the skill." "I love the design you are coming up with. I have to confess that I was really pissed when I first picked up the other end of this. But you have been coming along really well." "I've had to learn this .. at least enough to intimidate my CAD techs at the office." "Sure hope you'll be happy with what I've done with your design when you look at it next. It's fleshed out quite a bit since you last did anything to it." Wonder if the folks working for Fred are as taken by him as I am now? "What else are you taking besides the CAD class we share?" "Design, Math, Physics, Art History and a few other humanities. More to come." "How are you doing in them?" "I get a near 4.0. I've always been pretty good in school." "Wouldn't make any difference in Design if you don't have the talent for it. You would get crap for grades there. Besides I could see you have the germ of talent in design from what we've been doing." "Thanks a lot. How about I email you what I've done so far?" "I would love that if it doesn't violate your assignment." "I don't think so. I'll ask." Gina is a real treat to be around. I hope this isn't the last time. We spend well over an hour talking about design and the technical aspects of CAD work. Things wander further afield into other areas of her career aspirations. I'm feeling so at ease with this guy. Seems I can talk about anything I wish. He's not only interested but sensitive to my views. Got to see more of him. I've dated a couple of the profs but none were anything like Fred! "Could we meet again after I've emailed the work to you? Maybe talk it over some?" "I would love to. Tomorrow same time and place?" "I'm looking forward to it." I take off and Gina stays at the coffee shop. 4 The next afternoon I get Gina's email and see what she has done with the design. It's far more complete and she's obviously spent a great deal of effort on the design as well as just cleaning up my clumsy CAD work. What she's done is exemplary. She's catching on quickly. Smart, aggressive, sexy and talented. It's Friday and she's waiting at the same table. Soon as I order my espresso I go over and sit with her. She wears her hair long today and in a loose over-the-shoulder style with long bangs over her eyes. Her hair is quite beautiful actually. With her big dark greenish brown eyes I'm a bit weak in the knees. Her body is pretty fine too in her not to snug jeans. Certainly not anorexic yet not over weight by any stretch. Nice firm smallish B cups covered by a loose coarse weave brown wool T neck sweater. Her face and what skin I can see is covered with dense freckles. She's very tasteful, conservative and self effacing. "What do you think of the updates?" The curl of her lips is mixed with an eagerness but with a cautious reserve. I can tell she's been hurt before .. deeply. "I'm very impressed with the thoroughness and attention to detail. It's coming along very well." My espresso comes and Gina takes a sip of her coffee with a wry curl of a smile. Kind of a gotcha moment. She's already striking me as quite mature for a Sophomore. More so than some of the older folks at the office. "It took a lot of work to clean up your errors but it was worth the effort for certain." "Am I getting any better?" "Improving." With an even bigger wry grin. A big gotcha moment of confidence. "Are you ready for the next phase of development in the project?" "What? Next phase? You mean we aren't nearing the finish?" with a small frown. "We have just begun. There is a whole other program I have passed on to your prof for us to begin working with. What we have been working with is a relatively common and simple 2D program as you know. This new program will get us into big time 3D. It's the one we use at my office." "Oh WOW." Half eager half uncertainty." "Don't worry. It's a cross platform transfer and then you will be into the new program. None of your classmates have this so it's a big step up in your skills level." "You have a lot of people at your office?" "Not as many as you might expect. Only about twenty. The group photo in the web site is everyone to the copy girl. We get a lot of work out of fewer folks, partly because of this program. You'll see." "What kind of projects do you do?" "Just about everything. I like doing high end houses a lot though. Don't think I'll ever give that up even though they aren't big money makers." "I couldn't help but notice you wearing fur. This one is fantastic too. What is it?" "You mean the lining? It's Mink. Hope you aren't put off by it." "Not at all. I never thought of such a casual use. The whiskey color is fantastic." "That's the fur name .. Whiskey Mink. It's certainly warm and very light weight. I wear ones like this to the office all the time. Ecological too." "Love the way it and the leather are color matched. What's the other one?" "It's Lynx and a regular denim hoodie as you probably noticed. I have them all put together to my designs. Mostly from used furs." "I take it you have more?" "Oh yes. Some of my clients have me use furs in their décor they like it so much. Hey .. want to go for dinner?" "Uh .. sure. If it's not too much for you." "It's that or another coffee. What do you like?" "Oh ...... Chinese? Italian?" "OK .. anything, right?" "Yeah! Surprise me." flashing a big toothy grin. Fred is really comfortable to be around. A nice edge of excitement too. He gives me a whole new view of design with his strong artistic sensibilities. I like his look too. We end up at an Italian restaurant I had only heard about. If he's trying to impress me he's succeeding. Not like sneaking around with the professors. "This meet with your approval?" "I'll let you know after we've eaten." After ordering we have the Antipasti to munch on while we talk. It's super. "How are things daily for you .. you know ... your friends, daily life? Or is that too personal?" "Oh no .. I don't mind but you won't find it very interesting. My life is actually quite dull." "You certainly seem interesting and not at all dull .. to me anyway." "It's the company .. with a wry grin ...... Between my groping stepfather and my drugged out mom I didn't have much time for a childhood. So that's pretty uninteresting and the guys at college are not the most interesting. Big on fraternities which I despise, so my dating is non-existent. Besides that my living situation is miserable. Any time not spent at the apartment is a relief. So I spend most of my time in class, the library or the coffee shop studying or just hanging." "Any chance of a better living arrangement?" "Can't afford more than what I'm in now." A long, rather sad pause, then the food arrives. "This is a huge meal!" "You can get a doggie bag." "Yeah and my roommates will devour it." Wine is poured as we get ready to eat. "Well here's to better days Gina." and we toast. Quiet descends as we begin eating. I'm mulling over ideas and trying to contain feelings at the same time over this guy. After a few minutes of eating .... "So what about your past. I've given up a good hunk of mine. You must have been with more women than I could think of ... married no doubt?" "Yeah .. once and a catastrophe at that." I tell her a bit about my failed marriage. I don't tell her all the sorted details of course. Her sweet and eager yet pensive look has me melting inside. She's getting to me very deeply. Alternates Dinner goes on with more casual conversation and talk of the house design. "What is the goal .. I mean the look of this house you .. I mean we're designing?" "I want to create a more organic flow in the house without the usual delineations in living spaces. Not rooms as such but more like use areas. More subtly walled off but not necessarily delineated that way." "I noticed the Grotto like space around the fireplace. That's really nice." smiling super coy. "Yeah. That's like the Craftsman style Inglenook. I want the whole house to be very warm and inviting." Fred has this warm look when he talks about the design and especially the Inglenook. Makes me feel warm and excited at the same time. I don't want to delude myself into thinking I've hooked him but he does seem to be as interested in me as the CAD work by now. "This house we're working on. Do you have a specific location?" "Yes indeed. I have two lots on a corner near by with junker houses I'm going to demolish. An old stone basement from the 1870's in one I intend on reusing in the design. It has a great city view and lots of space." "Can I see it?" "Sure. Even though it's dark we can drive by it on our way back to your place after we eat. Maybe earlier another day." "Great." so there will be another day. We finish up our meal and end up driving by the property. The street lights are sufficient to see most everything you can see with the two houses still there. It will make a great site. "I'll make changes over the next few days to reflect the site location." "OK and I'll email you the actual site survey tomorrow morning so you can integrate it into the drawings." Fred drops me off at the cursed apartment. He's so empathetic over my living situation I half expected him to say something more. Not sure what more? During the night I dreamed of us kissing with me wrapped in his furry arms like a huge furry human version of Bugger Bear, my big stuffed plush bear I sleep with. 5 The following day in CAD class I'm sitting at a brand new top-of-the-line Mac computer loaded with the new program. It's a whopper! I get the file transferred in the process of learning the new computer operating system. Going from PC to Mac is bit of a struggle for me but not bad once I catch on. Sure is a powerful and super fast program. It's so great to see everything in 3D! As much fun as a great computer game! At the end of class I send Fred one simple 3D view of the house to let him know I've got it. Several days go by after Fred had emailed me the site survey. It's working out very well with only a few changes of any consequences. He had been guiding the design around the site layout without me being the least bit aware. Finally It's in reasonably good shape so I email him a copy of the revised layout. I get a quick reply for a dinner 'date'. My heart skips a beat and I accept ... maybe to quickly? We agree for him to pick me up at six on Friday. I have the same furry bear dream several nights in a row. Friday at six he's there to pick me up and he's wearing a fantastic fur but it's not a lining this time. It's a long haired fur like maybe a Coyote? A hooded mother of all parkas. Oh how I want him to hug me into it like in my dreams. We make our way to a Salvadorian Restaurant and it is now that I realize we are actually dating. Yes we have a specific reason to get together but it doesn't require going out to dinner. I must call a halt to this madness. NOT! "How do you like the new computer and program?" as we are going into the restaurant. "I'm impressed. It's incredibly powerful and does everything I could ever dream of." and he's looking at me like he wants me for dinner. I struggle to keep from blushing. The waiter comes and we order. There are coffee and appetizers already on the table so we snack and chat about the design. I have this constant warm feeling of being softly caressed with his looking at me in admiration. It's a remarkable feeling I don't mind at all. It's not the invasive stare I get from guys letching over me to get into my pants, though at this point I don't think I would mind. I'm giving up even more of my life to Fred about my tortured childhood and the apartment horrors. Especially the apartment. I can't seem to say enough about it and Fred is encouraging me to vent my frustrations. I realize he's like that. Very empathetic and a very good listener. Instead of getting more frustrated the more I talk about it like I normally do, I feel warmth and comfort instead. "Gina .. I have a very large condo with a second large bedroom. I also need help and a housekeeper. Would you like to live at my place in exchange for housekeeping? .... Long pause as Gina gulps and nearly chokes on her food .... I don't mean this as a come on. Nothing more than what I said. I'll understand if you don't want to." "I'll have to think about THAT!" "That's OK. Take your time. The offer is unlimited." "Thanks for the offer in any case. I have to say it's really tempting." grinning with great concentration all over her face. The dinner goes by with more conversation over the house design and what to do next. After desert Fred drives me back to my prison apartment and his offer rings in my ears wishing I had said yes without hesitation while I wasn't thinking at all about it. Now I have to actually think about it and it'll drive me crazy till I see him again or email him my answer. Now I have to think it through with rational deliberation. As the rest of the week goes by I agonize over doing it or not. I distract myself by spending a huge amount of extra time working on the house design with the excuse of learning the new program. Not a bad decision for sure but thinking through the house is also an emotional attachment to Fred now. While I'm working on the design and figuring out the program controls I'm tossing it back and forth. Yes .... No ... Yes ... Yes .... No ... No ... NO! I get into my prison bunk and toss around all night with the yes and no. When I finally fall asleep I have the furry bear dreams again but more .. animated. Even Bugger Bear is working me over. Fred emails me and wants to have dinner with me again this Friday night. I struggle to email him back with a terse NO reply but in a moment of weakness I ... well more like eager anticipation, I relent and send a yes. I also email another more complete 3D view of the house. Another night of tossing and turning over how to say NO! I know once we are talking I'll weaken and I'll be having those warm feelings I get when he talks with me and looks at me so lovingly. Friday and he's punctual as usual. He's wearing a wonderful long dark red and brown Fox of some sort with a huge collar. It's not dyed and is incredible. I want him to smother me in it. We're back to the Italian place. I chose for familiarity of sorts. Conversation is just what I had expected. I'm having those warm feelings of comfort and being lovingly admired. "How is the program coming along? I got your 3D image. It was very complete. Nearly as good as our top guy who does that sort of thing." Oh shit! Ultimate flattery. He's undoubtedly telling me the truth too. I've seen the stuff in his web site and I'm sure they put their best there. I deliberately worked on matching them after all. "I'm liking it even more. It's getting much easier to use. Learning the Mac OS is half my learning curve." "So looks like you are getting a sense of the house design. Are you having any structural issues. I assembled it as rational as I could and still stay loose with the design." "I'm getting that ............... oh my ... Yes!" "Yes what?" "Yes .. I'll take your offer." smiling warmly with a long pause in the conversation. Fred has a soft grin just a bit like the cat that ate the canary. I know I'm trapped and against all past fears or cautions, I suddenly don't care. Indeed, I'm rather eager to jump into the briar patch. "OK. I'll rearrange things for you. When would you want to move in?" I'm shaking just a bit from anticipation. Hope he doesn't notice. "After I tell my roommates I'll let you know, but I'd say by next weekend or so. How far away from campus is it?" "An easy six block walk." We have desert again and finally leave. It's like we're being torn apart when he drops me off anymore. I spend the night tossing around and agonizing over my conflicted decision. Am I getting myself into something I'll regret? Will he try to take advantage of me? He's so very nice ... at least he seems to be. He's even pretty sexy ... for an older guy anyway. All day I'm thinking about what it might be like living in his place. Assuming it's not a bust. He's got to be real finicky over everything being a bachelor for so long. Wonder if his place is a mess and how long it will take me to earn my keep in cleaning up the mess? I gave up with my roommates. I tell them of my decision to leave and a couple of folks that might take my place. The least I can do to keep their budgets from imploding. During the day I walk by the property he's going to be tearing down. A south facing corner lot with a great view that will make a great house location. If all works out well maybe I'll get to spend some time living there? Fred didn't say too much about his ex. Wonder what all went into their splitting? Hope he doesn't have some kind of Jeckle and Hyde personality. I get an email from Gina with another 3D image of the house. She's on to it like a bloodhound. I'm now in a state of anxiety over what I've gotten myself into, having her live with me. What the hell was I thinking? A hell of a situation this could turn out to be. I could get into no end of grief and I thought life with my ex was stressful. With her background she's going to be on my every thought, thinking I have hidden motives. Well do I? On the other hand she was shaking just a bit with what could be anxiety .. or eagerness? I could tell she was struggling to hide it. I can't back out now .. unless she does. My work week goes by with the nearly daily email from Gina and a new 3D image. Each one better and more complete. Not one comment about moving in until Friday when she asks when I would like to pick her up. I email back that I have a company van to move her stuff this afternoon. I get an email back almost instantly and rapid fire .... "What for? To move two boxes of books a laptop computer and two boxes of clothes?" "After work?" "OK." "How about dinner too?" "OK." "See you at your place .. 5?" "OK." The afternoon is a bust with me nervously pacing back and forth through the office. I get a few quizzical looks from some in the office by my obviously altered behavior. I'm gone by 4:30. Pulling up to Gina's apartment building she's in the Passenger Load Zone sitting on several boxes. She wasn't kidding. Four boxes to the count plus a few hanging clothes a big stuffed bear nearly big as she is and her laptop hung over her shoulder. She's dressed quite nicely in a tasteful dark maroon sweater with a complex weave and jeans again. She always seems to have something a bit out of the ordinary yet tasteful. Takes two minutes and we're off to dinner. "What food would you like?" "Chinese this time." with an assertive grin. Fred makes a call on his cell phone but seems almost distracted in some way? "Hi Thao .... Yes it is. Dinner for two please ...... Yes ..... Thank you very much." That was short? The fur he's wearing today is stunning! It's a huge long haired fur nearly to the ground and it's outside this time too. Looks like a wolf? WOW is he looking sexy in that or what? "Love your fur. If you're trying to impress me you've succeeded ... again! Short phone call." "Uh .. thanks. It's Wolf. Didn't want the gawker's thinking you were going to some cheap motel ....... This is a place I've been coming to for ages. Since my college days. They already know what I like." driving into their parking lot. I want him to smother me in that incredible coat. AGAIN! Stay cool Gina! Everyone is greeting Fred like they all know him well. We are taken to a table by the window and the table is already nearly covered with food. We are treated with the most incredible courtesy as we sit. They take his wonderful fur away for him. I'm sad to see it go. "A toast to your new situation." "Whatever that may be." I say with a big grin. Fred smiles broadly. The food is incredible. Way more than we could ever eat at one sitting. I'm eating like crazy it's so incredible. "This isn't your last meal Gina." "I'm sorry. It's all so incredible! I've never had Chinese this fine." "I always order way more than I can eat and take the rest home. I eat off the leftovers for a week!" "The frugal side of Fred?" "I admit to that but it's mostly the lazy side of me." "The food probably reheats well?" "Oh yeah. It's not over done like many other places." "So what do you cook at home when you're not eating left overs?" "More Chinese, Indian curry, Italian and Existential cuisine." "Never heard of Existential cuisine? What is that like?" grinning at him anticipating his joke. "What it happens to be in the moment. It's a habit from my college days. Like Rock soup." "I can see I won't get bored." grinning. "Here's your own access card to get into the building and our unit and a credit card for household shopping." "Oh. Thanks. You think of everything." "I run an office .. remember?" "I get it for sure. It really is a job." I love the food and the conversation with Fred goes so smoothly I hardly notice I'm giving up every little detail of my life and he's telling me the most intimate nasty details of what must have been very painful moments of his life. It's also like I CAN'T keep anything from him and apparently he can't keep a secret from me either. All this and we're not even at his place yet! His humor and laughter is infectious to where I'm loosening up and really enjoying myself better than I have in a very long time. Is it going to be this enjoyable every day? After we stuff ourselves silly boxes show up and we begin loading them up with all the left overs. We are boxing up more than we ate. He's right. We can eat several days off the left overs. 6 The trip up the elevator with all the boxes and stuff is a hassle but it's only once. Not like climbing the apartment stairs up three floors and we're on the 15th. Already a big step up not to mention only one roommate in a bigger place. Soon as we walk in the door .. "Oh my god Fred! What a palace." He grins. All I can see are the most incredible furs I've ever thought of let-alone actually seen! I'm weak in the knees and even warmer all over. I can feel the heat of sex fill my body! "Follow me." Fred says to me, shaking me out of my dream state. He's so cool and casual with all this beauty all around. It isn't that there aren't other beautiful things around. Like the wall finishes, paintings, window treatments and the furniture, most of which are covered in incredible furs with fur pillows scattered all about! Does he like fur or what? "And you've given me the keys to all this?" "I know where I'll find you." smiling bigger than ever at me as he opens the door to another room. It's a large bed room. At first I think it's his and he's going to throw me in the thick fur spread and screw my brains out. Please ..... DO!! "This is your room. I'll let you be so you can get your stuff set up. I'm going to watch TV and read for awhile before I retire." Shaking like a leaf with the thrill and excitement of this all I lamely mutter ... "OK." and the door closes softly behind me. There is a huge rich copper red fur spread with grey white patches in it that is totally mind blowing. Several big matching pillows PLUS several huge white ones looking much like the same kind of fur and a smaller white fur throw only thicker yet over a big tan suede lounge chair next to the bed. I think they are all Fox furs? Even thick sheepskins on the floor. I shake my shoes off. No more shoes here as I wriggle my toes into the softness. To shake myself back to some semblance of reality I start putting my books and things in the very fine wood bookcase. Next to that a matching desk where I place my laptop. A super stylish chair like what I've seen in my Art History class of the 50's and 60's furniture designs by famous Architects and Designers. It's covered in a cowhide with the white and reddish hair still attached. I sit in it like it's a throne and open my laptop. I find a socket for getting on line and powering it up I'm realizing I just stepped into paradise. It's an intoxicating feeling as a warm thrill rushes through me. I get my meager clothes put away and place my big shaggy Kodiak bear, Bugger on the bed. It suddenly looks so sad with it's worn plush finish just not up to the incredible furs around it. I suddenly imagine what Bugger Bear would look and feel like if he were made of real furs. Come to think of it he's been my soft retreat for all the time he's been mine and now I have an entire soft Bugger Bear room to wallow in. The furs are so fantastic I can't help but wrap the throw around me and hug one of the big fur pillows and bury my face in its softness. Oh god it's incredible and he sure will know where to find me!! Before I forget I set my alarm to not miss class. That damn seven AM lab class is a bugger of the worst sort. Not the class itself but the ungodly hour I have to be there. With everything set up I venture out to sit with Fred and watch TV. I'm already very tired and it won't take much to put me right out. Even the couch and chairs in the lounge area all have fur throws and pillows of several different furs. I pull a soft dark brown and silver sheared fur throw around me and settle back in the chair. "What is this fur?" "Sheared Phantom Beaver." "Man it's so soft ...... I got everything set up in my room. Have to get up very early so I hope I don't disturb you." "That's OK. I usually get up early even though I don't leave for the office till nearly nine. Everything to your liking?" "You're kidding .. right?" Fred smiles and chuckles a bit. "Always liked Bridgett Nielsen. I have the whole Conan series if you ever want to watch them. Anything else you would like too. You can see I have impeccable artistic taste in movies." as he grins. We settle back and watch Red Sonya in her incredible fur cape. This looks like it's going to be a lot of fun. The next thing I know I'm in my bed laying wrapped in the Red Fox spread and the white Fox throw over me. I'm still in my clothes. Without getting up I slip out of my clothes till I'm totally nude and wrapped in a Fox fur cocoon. I'm suddenly so super sexed up I begin fingering my labia and writhing in the furs like I'm in a dream. I'm having orgasms in no time at all. I wallow and orgasm for hours it seems. I fall back to sleep with my fingers still in my pussy and dream of Red Sonya (me) getting poled by Arnold (Fred). I'm jolted awake by my alarm and jump from bed. I even have my own bath so I take a shower and dress. Fluffing the furs up and putting the Fox throw back over the chair I'm in the kitchen and realize Fred has been up and there's fresh coffee. I get a cup and standing in the kitchen drinking it when he comes in. "Sleep well? It's not always easy in a strange bed. You fell asleep so I had to carry you to your room. Nothing worse than sleeping in a chair all night." "I never slept better .. ever. Thanks. I'll try and get there on my own next time. I gotta run. See you later." No fear of being taken advantage of. Soon as Gena leaves I go into her room and take pictures of her bear with a yard stick standing beside it. Loading the pictures into my computer I make copies and email them to my furrier. I get a dark brown used Fox coat I have on hand with no specific agenda I got on line. Just a super fur and it's about the same color as her bear. On my way to the office I dropped the fur off at his shop and tell him to use it all up making the bear however big it is. She needs a real fur bear reincarnation. Alternates I know I'll be thinking of my wet dream of Gina I had last night all day. First one I've had in a long while. Seeing her in the furs last night was a super treat indeed. She is so super beautiful surrounded by all the furs. When I get to CAD class I'm sitting at the computer looking at the 3D view of the house with the roof off so I can see all the spaces inside. All of a sudden the spaces have a whole new meaning and I'm looking at them in a new context. I can visualise Fred and me making mad and passionate love in the Inglenook before a warm fire wrapped in furs for instance. Or wallowing in furs together while watching Red Sonya getting it in her furs in the media room. My hands seem to fly over the computer keyboard guided by a remote control. I won't send him any images for awhile. Not until I've experienced more of his furs and developed more appropriate images. I get back to the condo well before Fred and take a good look around. I'm looking into everything. His bed has an incredible fur spread like the first jacket lining. Lynx I think, only it's these huge thick pelts that make my heart race. The others are neatly folded around the room on several benches. Many fur pillows of an incredible array of furs. His closet is filled with furs that are all ones he obviously wears. I try on a few just for fun. They're incredible though some drag the floor with them on me and wrap around me like a huge spread. Though I'm tall he's taller by a good four plus inches. The Wolf is magnificent and I'm in love with it. I hug it like a lover for a long time and stroke its coarser fur, rubbing it between my naked thighs. It's such a sexual rush to think of him making passionate love with me and held to his manhood wrapped in his barbaric fur. I feel like Red Sonya must have. God the thrill! I could live in this fur! With shaking hands I replace everything back the way I found it. Finding another big hall closet of furs. I'm shocked to see only womens furs. Was there another fur woman in his life? Most fit me or are much larger on me which when I look at myself in them I decide it 'fits' even though I'm wallowing in thick fur. I'm in love with his furs and realize I want to get laid in the best possible way. In a deep pile of thick soft furs. So far he hasn't made the first hint of a move on me? He can't possibly be true to his word of not taking advantage of me? Men don't keep their word. I find the sound system controls and put on a CD he has laying out in a small stack by the player. It all looks very expensive and super hi tech but the controls are easy and he did say to watch .. I presume listen to what I would like. It's gorgeous classical music and the sound is incredible. So realistic. I'm in my bed nude before I realize, fingering myself to another orgasm while wallowing in all the furs I've found and listening to the wonderful music. It's so different than any orgasmic pleasure I've ever had since I started puberty. I've always been careful to not break my hymen. I decided a long time ago I want it all with my first time. I so avoid plunging my fingers ever so deeper with my shaking orgasm. Think Fred will be home soon so I'd best get a few things started. I put away all the furs and get dressed. I put the Chinese leftovers in the oven to warm with a pan of water to keep them moist. 7 I come home and there is the smell of last night's dinner in the air. Gina is busily getting food on the table. She hasn't wasted any time figuring out what to do. Gina is wearing just a T shirt and shorts. Her killer body has no secrets today. She's barefoot and her body is covered with freckles from head to toe. She's very fit and well shaped. Her nipples are super and I wonder if it's intentional or if it's something she's not modest over? In any case I sure don't mind. Her nipples are like 50 calibre blunt nosed bullets and I can see her very large and dark areola through the thin T shirt fabric. We're soon sitting, eating together. "How was your early class? Did you fall asleep?" "No. I never do that. I did snooze off at lunch which I usually do." "Makes the afternoon go by much better. I know." "You too?" "Yeah and I thought it was a geriatric thing." "You're a long way from geriatric!" "I know. Just kidding." "What kinds of things do you want me to do around here? Everything is already so clean and tidy. Not what I expected at all." "Just keep it that way. We can make it up as we go." "I sure felt under dressed last night at dinner. If I use my savings I would be spending on rent I could get some better clothes maybe?" "I'll advance you some if you would like a boost?" "Well OK." Is he generous or buying his way into my pants? Nah. "Also the hallway closet is filled with mostly women's furs I get on line to make my designs from. If any fit you feel free to wear them. I'll look for ones that will fit you if you would like. I'm pretty good at getting quality furs cheap." "You would do that?" "Sure. Don't want you going around feeling like a Raggedy Ann." After dinner I clean up while Fred changes to lounge around sweats. I have to do some studying so I'm in my room for most of the evening and when I come out Fred is reading and listening to a record. "I see you have a ton of old vinyl records." "They're the best." "I noticed the sound is incredible." "Did most of it myself. I'm really into this sort of thing. Love working with the old tube stuff. If it don't glow it don't go." I get my book I need to read anyway from my room and sit reading and listening too. By eleven or so I nearly fall asleep again. Fred is out cold. While he's slumbering I go over to his chair and fur fondle his face softly for a long moment thinking of what his dreams must be like. "Hey ... I say softly ... looks like you fell asleep. Don't think I can carry you." "Uh .. oh yeah. Thanks." We both are off to our beds for the night. I wallow and masturbate more while thinking of fur fonding Fred till I'm exhausted and fall asleep. Next morning I'm awake and in the kitchen again looking for the coffee. I'm not disappointed. Fred has been up awhile. I don't have the early class today so he offers to drop me off at school on his way to the office. I get a Mink jacket from the closet. Might as well get into the fur flow right away. Fred grinds big when he sees me in the Mink. We take off for school. He normally drives a little commuter style car for two. True to his Green commitment. It's really nice though with leather seats and a nice sound system. His office isn't too far but he does have job site visits to make during the day so it's a different kind of commuting for him. He also has a racy red Maserati Quatropporte in the garage for his sedan. Says he doesn't drive it very often. Just a few times for the high profile clients or long road trips. This is such a radical difference from my previous impoverished lifestyle yet it all seems so seamlessly real and authentic. Almost normal. Like it's the way I've been living in a peculiar sort of way. At the same time it's a fantasy I don't wish to awaken from .. ever. When is he going to start kissing me goodbye when he drops me off? Kissing him as he comes in the door in the evening. Over the following days I continue wearing a few of the more modest furs from the closet, mostly jackets to school. Though I have fallen in love with a full length tailored Christian Dior dark Mink that fits me like it was made just for me. With jeans and a T neck sweater it's a very casual suburban housewife look. I know I'm a killer. The guys are goggling over me all day. Not getting any guff as I had expected and Fred seems to be particularly fond of seeing me wear them. He always compliments me on how fine I look. I love wearing fur! It's so incredibly sexy and super warm. Feel sorry for the others in their thin coats. Even the down parkas aren't as warm. Besides Fred and me look so much the perfect couple when I wear furs. I know it turns him on. I can feel it. I begin wearing furs around the apartment when Fred isn't home. Fred comes home a bit early and catches me wearing one of the huge white Fox coats inside out around the house with just a thin T shirt and shorts. I feel like a kid getting caught with my hand in the cookie jar. "Oh WOW Gina! You do like wearing the furs don't you?" "Uh yeah .. I say rather sheepishly .. they feel so fine I got to liking them a lot. Kind of like dress-up." "Well don't let me stop you from enjoying yourself." he says with a big grin. Next time I see Fred is at dinner and he's wearing a very fine leather vest lined with Sable yet and no shirt! So we both wear furs around the apartment now that I know for certain he likes seeing me in furs all the time so I pick the most opulent full length coats to wear when I'm in his presence. Kind of like dress-up. I must be feeding his fantasies big time .... YEAH! *** Gina and I continue on for the rest of the week with a sort of routine setting in. Not so much as to be at all boring but a more comfortable routine sort of 'negotiated' by the acceptance of our actions. For me it's approaching life as normal with her present and into the same routine of wearing furs (nearly) nude. Not a wet dream every night, just most every night. I'm actually looking forward to them since they are accompanied with the most incredible dreams. Some are the sci fi and fantasy type dreams I've had all my life. Full hyper-color and surround sound of course. Nothing even approaching reality. Gina is sometimes a fantasy furry creature with fur wings or some crazy thing like that wrapped in flowing furs. We end up fucking like crazy in a cave full of furs by a roaring fire. Gina wearing fur for fun around the apartment is certainly encouraging my fantasy life. I wonder if she knows or is it just a new experience for her. She certainly loves the furs as much as I was hoping she would. She's so exquisitely beautiful wearing them with her graceful moves and the casual way she's developed in the way she pleasures herself fondling herself so casually. Does she know what it does for me? This is having a definite effect on my work and relations with others. It's very positive and is making my life so much more real and exciting. Things having nothing to do directly with Gina. I can't wait for the weekends to spend much more quality time with her of course. I had no idea all this would happen, at least to this extent from just asking her if she would like to be my housekeeper and a room. *** One afternoon when I get back to the condo after school earlier, I spend some time on line looking up furs now that Fred has educated me on fur types. WOW am I surprised at all the very interesting things going on besides the fashion stuff like SAGA, American Legend and the other fur producers. There are fur fetish and fur lover's sites as well. Guys and gals who have a big passion for furs .. like Fred? Having sex in furs is not all that odd apparently. With this relatively small group at least. They self proclaim they are a small minority but seem to be quite normal in every other respect. Couples and lovers having sex in furs routinely. My god it's exciting! So is this what Fred wants to do? The sites don't go into too much detail but it can't be that hard. Not having actually made love before, copulated that is, I don't think it will make any difference. It's gotta be better than normal sex. My masturbations are certainly much better with furs. All that softness is so sexually stimulating. Every time I see Fred in a fur I want to jump his bones. I decide that one way or another we are making love and screwing in all these magnificent furs of his. I'll see how long it takes him to get it .. to seduce me or I'll seduce him by god. I know he likes me that way and wants to screw me in the furs. The way he's looking at me, especially when I'm wearing fur tells all ... like I'm his furry desert. I had never thought positively about being sexually desired before. I always hit me as crude and vulgar but it's so different with Fred somehow? One day on my way home I shop for some cute girlie things in a vintage clothes shop and also I shop on line. Just a test to see if Fred likes me in the little school girl and Barbie Doll look. I don't have any trouble pulling that off with me already looking several years younger than I am. Fred looks at my tits all the time and I'm so proud of my nipples. I know he's real fond of them the way he gets glimpses when he doesn't think I'm looking. I'm so cranked up around him anymore my nipples are always hard and erect as pecans. I love to fondle them with fur now. It's enough for an orgasm. I wear the skimpiest of tops with the furs around him now so my tits are framed in fur. I start wearing one of the thin ruffly cotton dress which is kind of see through and a real baby doll look. I know I'm making him very horny and his stiffy is quite visible almost all the time now. I had no idea I could do this to a guy so easily. It gets me so cranked up! A package arrived today just as I was coming in the lobby. I signed for it. It's big but light. Wonder what it is? Get dinner ready. Past the left overs and into cooking myself. Kind of basic. Pork roast, boiled potatoes, steamed broccoli and a good bread from the market. I use the card Fred gave me to do the shopping. This is the first from scratch meal I've made by myself. Fred has a lot of tasty condiments to spice things up if he wishes. He's very punctual getting home these days. Wonder if he was before I came? 8 Coming in the door I can smell roast pork. Gina must have finally moved on to cooking. On my way home I stopped by the Furrier and picked up the Bear. He's huge! Bigger than the original Bugger. I stash him in the closet before she can see it. "What are you making?" "Roast pork which you can certainly smell. Boiled potatoes and broccoli with a nice bread I got at the market. Figured I'd start off basic and work up to French." My god .. she has one of those baby doll type dresses on and she's so sexy in the big Fox. She's gotta be doing this on purpose. Just fine with me. Helps me to keep it up. "Looks good." "You got a package." pointing to it. "Uh ... must be the fur I got for you." ripping open the box. "You got me a fur?" "Yeah. Something you can wear more casual. Here." pulling a fine big Lynx vest from the box. It's Lynx with thicker pelts around the arm openings the lapels and neck. It's as fantastic as his spread. "WOW. That's fantastic!" "If you want I can take it to my furrier and he can line it with a soft leather to make it reversible." "Oh yes!" slipping it on and admiring herself in the hall mirror with it inside out. Comes down just past her butt. "Look OK on me?" "You look fantastic. I'll take it tomorrow. Actually I got you two furs." going to the closet I get the new Bugger. "Oh WOW! .. hugging the big softer stuffed bear the way I would love for her to hug me ... This is fantastic and he's bigger. How did you know? I was thinking this." "Bugger looked so forlorn and worn out. How long have you had him?" "Forever it seems. I think I got him when I was six or so." I rub up against Fred with the vest and Bugger in a slinky but casual manner. Kind of an appreciation smile while I rub. I can see his stiffy spring out like a horse from the starting gate! "He must have been bigger than you were then." working on casual too. "I think so. Dad got it for me before he died." Keeping the vest on Gina gets the rest of dinner on the table. Think I scored big points. Her sensual manner with me is WAY more than I had expected! "How was your day?" "Great. We have a new mega client which will more than guarantee the money for the house. By-the-way, I haven't seen anymore of it?" "Correct ... and you won't for awhile." with a coy grin. "How's that?" "I'm working on it in a much deeper way and I don't want to give it up till I'm done. Don't worry I burnt a disc from the last time you saw it." "She's mysterious too! Really good food. The pork is great. Little mustard works fine with the potatoes." "Thanks." "What's the new project?" "A big subdivision but we're designing it more as a small town with an attached business park. It's just off the freeway with a rail spur for light rail commute about half hour out of town. Kind of a satellite town." "WOW! I'll say it should cover anything you want." Long pause in conversation as we eat. I can tell Fred is churning major things over in his head. Seems I'm able to read him like a book anymore. I know he can do the same with me. Is this what being married is suppose to be like? "You know Gina ... all the time I was married I never had such free flowing easy conversations with my wife. You are so good at talking with me and not at me. She was always so contentious and it was always all about her." "Thanks. I really love talking with you. It seems anything I talk about you find interesting or at least you're empathetic. It makes me feel way more than comfortable. You certainly make a lot over me and you certainly take what I dish out with grace and acceptance. It all certainly seems that way at least." "When I first met you I could sense a lot of grief and pain yet you were so upbeat and optimistic. I had to make the offer I did. It was almost an automatic response. I know it's as much a selfish thing on my part. I just find that you are so intelligent and open I couldn't help it. I wanted you around me. I know that's selfish but True." "I can't thank you enough for all you've done for me and I really do enjoy our relationship. I really enjoy being with you. It doesn't seem my chores come anywhere close to compensation." "Just your company is enough. I can't tell you how lonely I've been since my divorce. The loneliness though was preferable to the constant bickering and fighting. I still don't understand what it was over or why it was that way?" My god he's really on to me .. or at least he's really desiring me for more than sex or a housekeeper. This would scare me if I weren't already so crazy over him. "But you have a whole office full of folks to entertain you and to relate to. You are well off and handsome. You should have women climbing all over you?" "Not the right women. The office is the office, though they are very fine folks in any respect but it's not like a good friend. You are the closest to that I've had in ages. I have pals through my work and from old college days but even that's not the same." "I'm incredibly flattered Fred." So he is very much into me as much as I am to him. He's admitted to more than a casual relationship. I can see this has to be one small step at a time for our relationship and I'm comfortable with that. He sure isn't going anywhere else. I put away everything after dinner. Getting a book I need to read and with the biggest Fox fur in the closet I sit in the lounge with Fred in my baby doll outfit. I casually fur fondle my tits through the thin fabric every so often as I read. It's gotta tweak his tool just a bit. We read and listen to some Haydn quartets for the evening like an old married couple .. in my mind anyway. The music is so much more pleasant and interesting than the noise I hear all day long. Fred's head is churning with thoughts and feelings I know he wants desperately to reveal. We have a rather long conversation over the new project he's gotten and it wanders over into talking about Frank Lloyd Wright. His design carrier and his women. Fred has the copy of a program we watch and talk about it all during our viewing. It's Friday so we stay up rather late since we can sleep in tomorrow. It's midnight before Fred falls asleep in the sofa. Alternative I can't remember what got me here. At least if I woke up on the floor groggy or in a chair tied up I'd have some context. Tied up? Why would I go to that extreme? I got me here, I guess. I just don't know how. I remember driving, but, I don't have my keys. I don't feel confused, or anxious. Should I? If this is fight or flight should I be thinking which one to choose. Ew. What's that? My panties are... gone... huh, how about that? Was I raped. Ooh, that feels nice. No cum. At least not anyone else's. Have I had sex? Am I about to? Can I? Where's the door. Ow! That's a wall. I'll follow it. It feels like there's wallpaper, so, I'm in a house. But, how far away? I don't remember specifically where I came from, but I think it was a city, business district, perhaps. So, there wouldn't be many, if any, apartments with wallpaper this tattered. I must be in the suburbs. But, If I'm going to make that assumption, I may as well assume I'm in the backwoods of the city I don't even know I'm from. Too many assumptions. Ass... What about my asshole? Maybe I got fucked in my ass. It certainly feels empty. Ooooh, goodness. I didn't get fucked, but I think I would like to. I hope there's some lube around, or lotion, hell, even a glass of water so I can get some spit. Maybe that's something, I haven't drank anything for a little while. I certainly haven't sucked anyone's cock, that'd make me drool for hours. I want to get fucked by the echo of being fucked. Here's a door. Way. Here's a doorway. Doooooorknob? Nope. Push? Nope. Pull? How would I? I am still wet. I need to find a light. Do I smoke? It'd explain the dry mouth, it doesn't taste smokey. Tastes like banana. Not real banana, though, artificial. Could be a smoothie, could be a flavoured condom. It's not rubbery, though. I don't smoke. I don't have a lighter. Hell, I don't have anything. What am I wearing? Jacket, skirt... no... dress. Uuuhhh, no panties, that's nice to remember. Uuh. Thigh high stockings. They're not torn, I haven't made much of an effort to get here. Maybe someone made an effort to get me here? I don't see how that's possible. I drove. But, there's just as much evidence for that as there is anything else about me. Uuuh. I definitely want to get fucked, there's evidence to suggest that, that's for sure. Light switch? Ow! My fucking nose. I'm not bleeding. I feel like crying now. I need someone to fuck me. Please. Please. The walls meet here. I need to sit down. There may be a chair. But, I can't find it right now. I need to be fucked. I want anyone. Anything. Have I felt like this before? Maybe this is what got me here? Oh, that feels so good. My finger nails feel a bit long. I don't want to make a habit, but I think I can bite them this one time. Just one to start. Nice and clean. Ohhh, uhhh. That feels so fucking good. I like the way my pussy feels, do all pussies feel like this? My clit is so tender, it feels like it's going to fuck me itself. Oh, god! Ooooooh. I need another finger. Ow! Too short. It's okay. I want to get fucked so hard. My fingers feel so good. I can feel my cunt squeezing them, I'm not in control anymore. Of anything. I just feel it. It feels like my legs are being held apart while a stranger's fingers slide in and out. I can't see it, but I can picture vividly the way my pussy swallows them. It's like she's moaning with me. Her lips pursing when they come out, like they're exhaling. Exhaling an orgasm into my mouth. I want to taste myself. I need to cut my other nails so I can free my cunt drenched hand. Not too short this time. That's it. I'm left handed, apparently. I can work my thumb with this hand. My clit loves it. My pussy is resisting nothing. I am an automaton to my pussy. I am fucking and being fucked. I taste so good, I want to be all over my mouth. I want to be able to smell it on my top lip. I'm going to cum. Oh, god. Ohh. Oooh. Ooooooh. Uuuuuuuuuhuhuhhhhhhh. Yes! I wish I knew my name! I wish I knew who was fucking me. I wish I knew who I was fucking! The lights are on. Alternative Action "I've got bad news," Justine said when she opened the door. "Certain activities are going to be off-limits tonight." "Activities?" Heath looked puzzled. "Ah, I get it. The red tide has come in, has it?" Justine rolled her eyes. "Men are so immature about this. I used to date a guy who called it my 'monthly alien.'" "There are worse things to call it." Heath put his arms around her. "Honey, I still want to spend tonight with you. Fucking you is amazing, but if we can't, I'll live with it. There are other things we can do, right?" "Of course." "Then let me in." They went into the living room, where Heath immediately started looking through Justine's DVD collection. "Guess we won't watch the special movies," he said. "I'm sure I could find a way to relieve you if you got too horny." "Yes, you are very talented that way." Heath chose a DVD and put it in the player. "But I think we'll play it safe, just in case." They sat together on the couch. Justine snuggled against Heath, who put his arm around her. Just the touch of Heath's hand made Justine's body react; her pussy moistened, her nipples hardened. They'd only been dating a few weeks, but the chemistry was incredible. Heath lightly brushed his hand against one of Justine's nipples, and she shivered. "Don't do that," she begged. "Why not? I thought you liked it when I touch you like that." "I love it, but you're going to get me all hot and horny, and I can't have any relief tonight." "True. That would be cruel of me." Heath moved his hand. "I can't help it if my mind runs in a certain direction when I'm around you." "My mind runs in the same direction, but I'm afraid that direction will have to wait a few days." "Well, with you I know it will be worth the wait." Justine kissed his lips. "You're sweet." "No, I'm horny, and you're an incredible fuck. You're always worth the wait." He brought his mouth back to hers, tickling her lips with his tongue until she opened them to meet his tongue with her own. Heath's hand came up to cover Justine's breast, and she gasped and broke the kiss. "That isn't fair," she said. "You know what that does to me." "Pretty much the same thing this does." Heath kissed her cheek, then moved his mouth over her skin to her neck. When his lips touched just the right spot, Justine shivered and moaned. He knew her so well, knew where all her sweet spots were. The man could have her undressed within seconds when he wanted to, and right now he obviously wanted to. So did Justine, but since they couldn't fuck, she pulled away from him. "You're being horrible," she said. "I thought I was being pretty good." Heath stroked her leg. "You like this, don't you?" "I like it too much. I told you, certain activities are off-limits." "Yes, but you didn't say all activities." "The activities you're doing are making me want the activity that's off-limits." "Ah, I see. That could be a problem, I guess. So we're just going to cuddle?" Justine pretended to think about it. "No, I guess there's one activity I wouldn't mind doing. And it wouldn't make me too horny." "If you're talking about what I think you are, it always makes you horny." Justine unbuckled Heath's belt. "You're right, it does. It's fucking hot to see how turned on you get with my mouth on your cock." To tease him, Justine took her time unbuttoning Heath's jeans and sliding the zipper down. Heath leaned back and made no sound as Justine slowly, finally, exposed his thick cock. With her eyes on his, Justine slid off the couch to kneel between his legs. She licked her thumb and forefinger, then ran them over the head of Heath's cock. "Does this feel good?" she asked. "Not as good as your mouth will feel." Justine licked the slit in his cockhead. "You want my mouth?" "God, baby, yes." Without looking away from Heath's eyes, Justine slid her mouth down over his cock. Heath closed his eyes and let out a barely audible moan, and Justine smiled around his shaft. It was such a rush to hear him enjoying what she did to him. For several minutes, Justine sucked Heath, occasionally stopping to lick up and down his shaft while she played with his balls. Heath's breathing grew louder and heavier. When Justine was sure Heath was only seconds from coming, he grabbed a fistful of her hair and said, "Stop. I'm going to come inside you." "Haven't we established that we can't do that?" Justine said. "I can't fuck your pussy. You never said anything about your ass." "Ooh." They'd done anal twice. Justine had enjoyed it, but they hadn't tried it in a while. There were always other things they wanted to do. "Can we do that?" "You've got something in, right?" "Yeah." "So we can do it. Go get your lube." Justine hurried to the bathroom to get the bottle of lube Heath had brought the first time he'd fucked her ass. While she was in there, she took a moment to make sure she was reasonably clean. Her clit tingled at the thought of what was about to happen, and she couldn't resist flicking it a few times with her finger. "Justine?" Heath called. After pulling up her pants, Justine grabbed the lube and went back to him. He was completely naked on the couch, and her pussy moistened at the sight. "Get out of your clothes," Heath instructed. Usually Justine undressed slowly; she knew Heath liked to watch. But she couldn't be slow today. She wanted Heath's cock; needed to fuck him, whether it was with her pussy or her ass. She stripped out of her clothes and dropped them on the floor. "I need you," she said. "Give me the lube." Justine handed Heath the bottle. He stood and spun her around so she was bent over the arm of the couch. After a moment, she felt cold lube on her asshole. "You ready for me, baby?" Heath asked. "Yes." "Good." Heath slipped two fingers into her ass, working them slowly back and forth to spread the lube. Justine breathed deeply, relaxing herself so Heath would be able to penetrate her. His fingers loosened her asshole, until finally he pulled them out and said, "Tell me what you want." "I want you to put your cock in my ass," Justine replied. Heath pressed his cockhead against Justine's ass. "You want this?" "Yes!" Slowly, Heath eased into her. When the head of his cock went in, Justine gasped and tensed, then caught herself and relaxed again. He pushed further into her, stopping every few seconds to give her a chance to adjust. Finally, she felt him pressed against her buttocks. "I'm in," he announced. "I noticed." Justine reached behind herself to caress Heath's ass. "Fuck me." "You sure? It doesn't hurt?" "I'm fine. Fuck me!" Slowly, Heath thrust in and out of her ass. The slight discomfort that Justine felt quickly gave way to pleasure as Heath picked up his pace. Justine fingered her clit as he fucked her. "If you're going to come, make it quick," Heath said. "I can't hold back too long." "Just fuck me. I don't have to come." Heath fucked her harder, and Justine felt an orgasm building. Just as she went over the edge, Heath groaned. "Oh, fuck, Justine! Yes!" "Fuck!" Justine answered as her own orgasm crashed over her. Heath thrust one last time. Justine felt his cock pulsate inside her, then he pulled out. "That was fucking incredible, baby," Heath said. He kissed her shoulder. "Thank you." "Thank you." Justine quickly put her clothes back on. "Guess next time I'm out of commission, we'll have an alternative." "Oh, believe me, we won't be waiting that long before we try this again."