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Bill & Mousey Ch. 01

By: FurLove



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1

I'm in the book stacks of the Library desperately looking for a book I need to write a report on to pass my Literature Class. If don't do well I'll loose my Baseball scholarship and it's the only way I can continue College. I'm desperate for a solution. 

Wandering through the stacks, nearly lost, I literally bump into a girl as I turn the corner nearly knocking her down. I have to grab her by her waist to keep her from falling to the floor with her heavy load of books. She's about five ten, dark blond, fairly well built if a bit gangly with horn rimmed glasses. Certainly no fashion image with her rather stringy and disheveled hair. 

She's wearing a loose fitting old fashioned style print cotton dress, crouched linen shawl, large high top orthopedic shoes with knee high gray wool socks and a well worn man's gray felt bowler hat. She also has on a large, thick and very soft light silvery gray to black fur vest with big patch pockets. 

Despite her decidedly Mousey and bookish appearance I'm having a slight twinge in my crotch. Quite surprising and it causes me to come up short and stop my book pursuit. 

Maybe she can help. She seems to know her way around down here with her arms full of Library books. She's blushing and shifting her eyes down as I speak to her. I always look women in the eyes intently when I talk to them. They like the attention.

"Hi, maybe you could help me? I can't seem to find this book I need to write a report on for Literature class. It needs to be done in the next few days and I don't have a clue what it's all about." As I search for eye contact. 

"What book?" 

She grabs my eyes with hers and I hand her a slip of paper with the book title and she finally smiles in an extremely confident way. 

"I happen to have it right here and was on my way to check it out. I need to read it for my History class research." 

Fumbling with the books she drops them all on the floor and bumps into me again! I grab her again by the waist to hold her up and I help pick up her books. 

"Careful, you OK?" 

"Yes." she says rather curtly. 

"If I don't get this report in and do well I will lose my Scholarship." 

"Well I wouldn't want to be responsible for that. Maybe we can work something out?" grinning with a gotcha look.

"I need a lot of help beyond the book report. You seem to be someone who might be able to help me. Would you be interested in maybe tutoring me some? I can pay you something." 

"My academic schedule is pretty jammed up most of the day but I could help you in the evenings and weekends. I would be happy to help you if that would work for you?" with a cryptic smile.

"I will meet you anywhere any time to get out of my predicament." 

I'm thinking .. I have never asked anything remotely like this of a woman before. What is getting into me with this girl? Looking into a girls eyes gives me control but she makes me weak with her return stare .. like she's in control.

She's continuing to get a healthy rise out of me as we talk much to my surprise. She has a very sexy, soft and lush sounding voice that is incongruous with her Mousy appearance. I realize I'm starting to become strangely infatuated over this rather Mousy girl and can't figure out why. 

Normally I have circumstances with women totally under control since I'm reasonably handsome and tall. I have a book of lines for most women under most situations. I normally have an easy way with women. This girl is not in my book. I'm strangely uneasy, uncertain and getting very turned on at the same time! But I'm also desperate and maybe this has something to do with my response to her? 

"Why don't you meet me at the Student Union Hall after classes and we can go from there?"

"5PM for Dinner and I buy." 

Bill and Jane leave together and he waves to her as he heads for the Gym. She's quickly off in the other direction. 

As I approach her in the Hall later on I notice that she's not bad overall. Not the best looking figure I've seen but generally very healthy looking and well proportioned if a bit wiry. Kinda hidden by all those baggy clothes. She must have gotten that dress and hat at the third hand store. "She must work at being mousy." I mutter to myself as I approach her.

"What did you say?" 

"I said you look nice." A little lie wouldn't hurt. Jane totally ignores my remark. 

My mind is running overtime .. Boy, she doesn't go with any of the regular approaches!! She's real short on banter. 

We walk in almost total silence across campus for the first few minutes and she's softly bumping into me as we walk. She's staggering under her load of books and I'm getting brushed by her fur vest even more as we walk. I take her book load without protest. Finally a small concession. 

"When you read the text don't get distracted by the authors flowery words and side roads from the main subject. You will never get through it. I am totally busy tonight with other things so take the book and read as much and as fast as you can tonight. I'll meet you before class in the morning to get it back from you." 

She sure gets right to it with no sweet talk. I take her to a Restaurant just off campus that students go to only for special occasions. I'm thinking it will impress her. I'm wrong. She returns the Salmon to the kitchen as to dry. She's right and this is really getting to me. I've never encountered a woman like her before. She's still just as Mousy but I'm strangely turned on by her. 

"I expect you to give me a brief synopsis of what you manage to get through tonight in the morning when we meet." Demanding too.

My previous experiences with women, girls really, have not been very serious and though only a few have been really dim, most have not been top academic material and wanting in the seriously smart category. Sorority girls, Cheer Leaders and the like. Easy for me to meet and socialize with. Light and meaningless banter interspersed with occasional sex for the most part. About as far as things have gotten on the seriousness scale. No one I would take home to meet Mother. 

I've been thinking about "upgrading" my love life to more substantial women. Mom is a very intelligent and creative woman who takes no guff from Dad or any other man and keeps me on the straight and narrow. None of my previous girlfriends come close to qualifying for that visit. 

I'm thinking, I don't know if she's interested in dating me but she sure is seriously smart and intelligent. On that she scores big time and I still can't get over how she turns me on?

I plow into the book as soon as I gets back to my room. The guys at the dorm are coming in and out trying to entice me to go to the tavern or this or that but I must stay focused. I'm up it till 3AM and up at 6AM, breaking my sleep regulations for Athletes, to meet Jane on time. 

As I walk across campus I have this good, but unaccustomed, sense of academic accomplishment live never having focused on studying like this before. I managed to get more than half way through the book, difficult and convoluted as it was. At this I could make the deadline with time to spare. 

She's wearing a very lush dark mahogany A style Mink coat which still doesn't change her overall disheveled and mousy look with a dress that looks like rags, work boots and a baseball cap with a pony tale out the back of the cap. I'm stiff as a poker! I proceed to give her my brief synopsis of what I read. 

"Is that all you managed last night? I can see I have my work cut out for me. You missed the point in Chapter 5. You will have to re read that tonight." 

"You have read this book before?" 

"No but I scanned it in the Library and happened to focus on Chapter 5 as it seemed to have importance. I'll meet you for lunch and we can go over this some more." 

My stiffy's gone! She's turning out to be worse than my worst Professor. What a task mistress!!! She turns and leaves, her Mink coat flowing and swinging as she walks away and I'm once again stiff as a poker. 

What is it with this woman? How can she do this to me and I like it? Jane is on my mind till I meet her for lunch.

***

Jane lives at home with her mother. Her Father left for another woman when she was very young and she rarely sees him any more. Mom and her family are quite wealthy and they are well cared for as Jane is the only Grandchild, much doted over by the wealthy Grandmother, Grama. Anything she wants she gets but despite all this she is most interested in learning and little in the way of personal aggrandizement, partying or socializing. Self effacing in her "style", hence the second hand and peculiar clothes. A dedicated Academic to a fault.

Her Mom has many furs. A very large closet dedicated to furs. Jane found out as a small child that she adored furs, mainly the feel and pleasure of the softness, not the stylishness so much at all other than the beauty of the fur itself. Preening is just not her thing. She found furs got her strangely excited even when she was very young. In pubescence she discovered fur masturbation. 

Being sexually self satisfying with furs Jane is still a virgin and is waiting for Mister Fur Right. Her fur fantasies are rich and creative, a fan of quality romance novels and classic love stories, she looks forward to the fulfillment of them all with fur added to the romance. So she wears any of her Moms furs she wishes whenever she wishes with her complete permission. Grama would make sure of it in any case. She and her Mom are the same size now so all fit her very well. 

***

I'm sitting close to Jane at the lunch counter and Jane's coat is so generous it's rubbing up against me. It has to be a top quality thick fur and I'm getting stiff as a poker! WHY? 

I'm explaining my understanding to Jane of the Authors intent in Chapter 5 and she starts to smile. I'm completely disarmed and suddenly weak as a baby like never with any girl before!

"You are finally getting the message." 

"What message?" 

"You have to work for it." 

"Oh." 

"You have never had to struggle to understand anything your whole life I'll bet. You have never failed?" 

"Well no. I have always been good at sports and good enough scholastically in high school and my first few years here to get by quite well with very good grades. When I have had jobs I've done well and have been well liked." 

"You can't just get by anymore. This Author won't let you. If you don't get what he is talking about you FAIL." 

"Oh, and I was feeling real good about getting so much done." 

"You have done well but it's not a job like filling a wheelbarrow with dirt. When it's full you're done. You can understand and not finish the book!! That is why you need to focus on the message." 

She has such passion as she talks of these ideas. I begun watching her lips as she talks and my eyes are wandering over the gorgeous fur coat she's wearing and how it casually falls over her body like it were a Blue Jean jacket to her. I have this sudden impulse to kiss her and hug her in her fur. She has dug deep into me in many ways today and my cock is telling me I'm very attracted to this disheveled mousy woman in the Mink. 

The Authors message suddenly stabs into my brain!!! I get it. I Start talking nonstop about it to her. As I do the biggest and sweetest smile I have ever seen on any woman slowly moved over her face and my heart starts to pound in my chest like a drum. I'm totally turned on by this mousy bookish girl in ways I'm not at all understanding. She has dug much deeper into me than any model or beauty queen I have ever dated or had sex with. 

"You can take me to dinner tonight and we will begin to put your report together. I think you are ready now. I'll meet you at The Veranda tonight at 7." 

She leaves me sitting at the lunch counter since she said she had to run to meet her Professor in two minutes. If I had stood up everyone would be staring at a circus tent below my belt. It takes a few minutes for it to get down to normal so I can leave. I want to be with this woman more than I can imagine.

2

I walk into the Veranda at precisely 7. She'll chide me, I know, if I'm a second late. This woman has me dancing to her tune and I'm loving it, Little Ms. Mousey! 

Little Ms. Mousey is standing in the lobby with the most magnificent fur coat I have ever seen outside of my glances into Vogue at the news stand. She has to be noticing my bulge in spite of my trying to hide it with my book bag. She still has this disheveled and mousy look but her hair is better brushed and fuller tonight like she kinda tried. The casual draping of her attire is as before with a second hand store long, shear antique print skirt with a pair of cowboy boots. Tonight it looks oddly right somehow. She has on a thin light blue cashmere? turtleneck that really does look sexy under the fur. Her tits are small but much nicer than I had expected under the sweater. 

"You are on time." We find a table we like. This is a popular hangout for the academics since you can apparently bring your laptop, which Jane has with her, and you can occupy a table all night if you want. It is a large and spacious open air place and kind of cozy at the same time with no music and lots of talking and chatter. A perfect place for our task. I love the atmosphere. Jocks, sorority chicks and cheerleaders don't hang out here.

Her fur coat is incredible. It is very thick fluffy, super soft and "over sized". It's so full I could wear it. She motions for me to help her off with her coat. As I grab it in my hands my cock nearly punches me in the chin. She turns her head to look at me and smiles with this afternoon's sweet smile. I drape it back over her shoulders and we turn to sit. I can't keep my eyes off her. The fur is a rich golden brown and gray with swatches of dark reddish brown and white tips running in a well organized and interesting pattern that makes the coat swell and roll, like it is alive, in an enticing way. I am compelled to compliment her on her fur reaching over and stroking it. 

"Your fur is gorgeous. I have never seen anything like it before." 

"Why thank you very much." Finally a favorable response from her!! 

"What kind is it?" 

"A Cross Fox and one of my favorites. I love the colors and texture." 

"It has been hard not to notice that you always wear fur?" 

"I love fur and my Mom has enough of them so that I can wear it all the time. Do you like to see me in fur?" Uncharacteristically coy. 

"Yes I do and they have all been very nice but this one is over the top. You look great wearing it." 

"Thank you. I'm glad you like it so much." 

I'm all over her and the fur with my eyes. She must notice this? But she is right back to business which somehow makes her even sexier. She's so totally different from any woman I have ever been with. Much more complex and interesting. 

"How do you intend to open your report?" 

I begin telling her my ideas of the Author's intent and how I think it should be described. All the time she is busily typing away. She tells me to come over and sit beside her so we can both look at the computer screen at the same time. I dutifully and eagerly comply. As I move in beside her I cannot help but be up against her wonderful fur. It is so big and full it fills the banquette seat. It's flowing over into my lap as well as hers. I am immediately super stiff. I can practically feel the fur through my pants but at least it will hide the bulge in my pants. I can't help but reach down and fondle the fur. It's so thick and soft and it does nothing but make my cock stiffer yet. 

Being so close to her for the first time I can smell her and she is as sweet as a flower and not from any perfume. I find that I am impulsively leaning closer to her and I am practically talking directly into her ear lowering my voice as I do. Her head is slowly moving like to a melody in her head nodding to my words and her hair softly swings as she does. Her warmth and that of the fur is starting to make me a little dizzy. 

"Boy I'm getting a buzz off the espresso." 

"Maybe it's all those new ideas flying around in your head? Tell me about Chapter 10 now."

Chapter 10 is all about the erotic escapades of a pre French Revolution mistress with a nobleman. This is not helping matters and has me talking about what I am feeling now at this moment toward Jane!!! Did she lay this trap!! 

"Very good. I see you are not the insensitive jock I thought you might be." 

God she did!!! 

"Now let's go deeper into the Nobleman's thoughts and feelings. He is the other half of the story after all." 

I sure painted myself into this corner. My hand was gripping the fur as I speak and I have a major league hard on. I have no choice but to step into this discussion so as to finish the report.

After my heart pounding discussion of my thoughts Jane turns her head to me lifting her hands from the keyboard. 

"I want you to read all of this from your minds perspective as if you are writing it. I just wrote down what you told me. Tell me if there is anything you would word or express differently because it is YOUR report." 

I am so deeply engrossed in the text that it's quite a while before I realized how close we're sitting. She's pressed close to my side with the fur laying over my lap and her hand is on top of the fur on my lap. Her aroma is heavenly and it's all mixing with the story of erotic love we have written about. She's looking as intently at the screen as I am. We are both quite unconscious of our actions for quite a while as we sit reading the screen. 

"What are you thinking Bill? Is this what you're telling me?" 

"You literally took the words from my mouth and mind. It's even in my occasional stumbling English." 

"We can fix that." 

"No. It wouldn't be mine." 

I moved my hand over and put her hand in mine and settled them in the fur. We are sitting still reading for a while like that, our shoulders pressed against each other. Jane finally slowly turns and looks into my eyes. 

"What do you want to do now?" 

In a soft and sweet voice, barely audible, our faces only a few inches apart. A clear recognition of the obvious. We just sit there gazing into each others eyes for what seems a wonderful eternity, our faces so close I can feel her breath, her lips slightly parted. Almost part of the story. I fondle her hand softly in the fur for long moments with my mouth hanging open to speak and no words came. Finally. 

"I have always taken the lead with all the women I have been with until I met you. Why don't you tell me for a change. It has been working very well up to now." A big broad smile comes over Jane's face. 

"Thank you Bill. I'd like that very much. Let's finish up the report so we can print it up in the morning." 

We continued reading to the end make a few minor changes and corrections and saved the file. We continue holding hands, except when typing and at the end I wrap my arms around her fur clad body and her hands come up to my face. We kiss in a long passionate wet, tongue entwined kiss. My cock is painfully rigid all this time. We slowly pull back, inches apart, and looked at each other for long moments then kiss tenderly several more times. She shown with a beauty from inside as with an inner light. At The Veranda it is not out of place for this to happen. 


Bill & Mousey Ch. 01



"I know there are a lot of things academically that you need to work on but what is most pressing and what do you feel you need to work on first and most?" 

"You are a real hard task mistress." 

I smile at her and she fakes a frown. We're still sitting very close and holding hands. I bring up the more urgent work and the dates they have to be in. I tell her of my fear of Statistics, Logic and Poetry. When I bring these up she reaches over touching my face. 

"That's OK Bill we will get you through these and you will love them in the end. I will make them fun for you." 

I take her hand and kissed it in her palm slowly with my tongue until she's squirming in her seat and quietly whimpering just a little. She isn't pulling it away. I know the erogenous zones real well. I think we have a lot to learn from each other. 

We're both hungry by then and have a very nice late supper. 

Since she drove we part with a long hugging kiss out front by her car. I'm starting to catch on to the fur thing now. Hugging her is more fantastic than all the sex with all the women I have ever been with combined. I'm both incredibly aroused and satisfied at the same time. I close her car door and see her drive away. 

I walk back to my place in a state of total bliss. I'm in love, totally helpless and at her mercy. 

News flash: Mousey Jane in her furs seduces Big Bill the Jock. 

***

When Jane gets in her car and is driving away she has her skirt up and the fox between her thighs. She's soaking wet so she wipes dry with a towel and begins fondling herself as she drives. It's surprising to Jane she doesn't crash the car on the way home. All the way up the stairs to her room she still has the fur in her vagina. She no sooner is lying back in her Lynx bed spread than she is into an orgasm of monumental proportions unlike any before. 

***

"It's time I get fucked in the furs by Bill and not my hand. Bill is on to the fur thing now and I know he loves it, he loves me!!" she thinks. 

Don't push it Jane. Take your time. He isn't going to run away. In a month Mom is going to Europe for several months and I can do all I need in that time. I want to get him begging me to make love to me in the furs and we will have the entire house and nearly the entire fur closet to ourselves. I can fur fuck him into total submission. He already wants it much more than he knows. Never had a guy like this before. The academics are mostly jerks and the few other jocks I've met are so full of themselves and totally insensitive. Bill is real different. He is real academic material, sensitive and a super stud. I thought I was going to orgasm when he kissed my palm. He knows the Kamasutra weather he has read and seen it or not. I'll have to be careful to not let go to his tricks too soon. 

***

Jane's mind is racing with these thoughts as she fur fondles herself to another super orgasm with thoughts of Bill between her thighs. She falls asleep her fur still between her legs. 

3

I don't see Jane during the following day at school so after class we meet again at the Veranda for an early dinner and to plan out my new schedule. She has on an incredible hooded Shadow Fox coat, she tells me, that engulfs her like the other Fox. Also a full black cotton print halter top dress scooping below her breasts with brightly colored flower print patterns all over it and another tighter black thin long sleeved cashmere turtleneck showing her tits to their small fullness, framed by the wide halter straps. She's drop dead gorgeous. No Mousey Jane tonight. 

"I submitted the report today and I'm eager to get the results." 

"I'm sure you will do very well. It is a good analysis reasonably well written. One thing we need to work on are your writing skills." 

She is brushing her hand through my hair and the side of my face as she speaks. 

"You don't waste time getting to the point. You're beautiful tonight buy-the-way." 

"Why thank you. Breaking into a big confident smile. Speaking of "getting to the point". I liked you a lot from the moment I met you which is why you were able to get me to help you. I suspect you had started to like me as well. You said that you wanted for me to tell you how to do this thing. I want us to truly know each other before I make any important step as to give myself to you. Am I right about this?" 

"As usual you are on the mark and last night should leave little to the imagination as to how I feel about you. That was not a casual kiss. In fact it was the most exciting and wonderful kiss of my life and that is no exaggeration." 

"I suspect you are very experienced with women and I already know you have excellent skills. I'm a virgin but I'm not stupid as you already know and the books have taught me a few things about these matters as your report should have revealed to you. Here are the rules. No matter how tempted either of us may be or how much I may tempt, tease or fondle you or how much you may tempt, tease or fondle me for the next month you don't have a snow ball's chance in hell of getting into my pants, no matter how much we are with each other. Is that clear." 

"Yes ma'am!!" 

"Also, if I hear even a rumor of you even flirting with another woman all this comes to a halt. Is that clear?" 

"Yes ma'am!! You are the first woman I have know that I have wanted to be with who I truly admire. I would do nothing to violate that trust. Does this mean we're going steady?" 

We're sitting side by side as last night with her Fox fur draped over my lap. She begins rubbing my thigh with the fox ever so gently. I can hardly feel it through my pants yet I have an immediate erection. Jane's fine bulbous nipples are clearly visible through the thin braless soft sweater and they're growing at the same rate as my cock. She looks into my eyes and smiles softly silently begging for a kiss with her eyes. We kiss long and passionately as Jane continues to fur fondle my thighs. I'm about to explode with the most exquisite and sensual kiss of my life. 

"Now is not quite the time or place to take me this far." 

Jane is back only an inch or so from our kiss ever so coy. She's thinking .. So Bill has his limits? Well that's nice to know. 

Jane drives in to my mouth with a deeper and more aggressively passionate kiss than before and it is all I can do to keep from blowing my wad. We both pull back from the brink. 

Jane realizes her panties are soaked with her juices. The second of many evenings with wet panties. 

"You can fondle my furs all you wish and I will see to it that you cannot avoid it. You may find it difficult to get use to." Coyness dripping from her lips. 

I'm thrilled but for what I'm still not quite sure. Jane just pushed some secret button inside me that has my heart doing a major cardiac exercise. My hands are reaching uncontrollably for her fur. They are on her sleeves and around her waist, running through the thick hood, pulling her face to me for another kiss. This time with her head and face wrapped in the thick soft Fox hood. 

Bill is driving me out of my mind with passion my major fur fantasy about to be realized. 

My body is floating I'm so light as we kiss in the longest and sweetest kiss of my life. I fondle Jane's face softly with her fur as we kiss. She has the fur around my face too. She has started fondling my face with the fur. It's driving me crazier than ever. I pull back only an inch. 

"Is this what you were looking for me to do?" 

"God you learn fast. You just fulfilled fur fantasy number one. Passionate kiss in the fur hood fantasy." 

"May we have many more." 

"Only five thousand four hundred and thirty nine to go." 

"I'm sure we will figure out a few more to add to the list along the way." 

"I sure hope so. Earth to Bill and Jane. It's time for us to get some work done." 

Jane is still breathing a bit heavy speaking softly and is not convincingly stern. 

"You don't need to play drill sergeant tonight Jane. You know I will do what ever you wish at your slightest hint."

"What a well trained puppy you are." Speaking softly and lightly she kisses me on the cheek. 

After ordering Dinner we talk about my new agenda. We're both serious and on subject but still gently holding each other and occasionally touching. We both have our hands in her Fox stroking it and I'm picking up on casual fur adjustments for Jane and fur fondling her hands. 

I'm going quietly out of my mind with his attention. Looks like Bill now has a lifetime erection. Dinner is served and we get off Bill's agenda. 

"What did you think of me when you ran into me at the Library? Tell me the truth now. I don't want stock compliments from your little book of white lies like you tell the other girls." 

She sure has me pegged! I proceed to recite my feelings and thoughts of that first meeting ... "and your mousy and bookish nature ... Oh my god!, did I say what I thought I said? I'm so sorry. The last thing I would ever want to do would be to hurt your feelings." 

"Quiet Bill. You told me you're unvarnished feelings and I love you for it. That took courage. Besides it's cute." 

"Cute!! I would be devastated if someone said something like that about me." 

"I never had anyone have a private affectionate thought or name for me before or none that I knew about. I want you to call me Mousey affectionately from now on, that is if you don't mind?" 

"Mousey. Mousey. Mousey!!!" 

I try out the name for the feel of it. 

"I think I can but it may take some getting use to ... Mousey." 

"I love it. It's like a secret you see. That's what that kind of nick name is all about, in an affectionate way at least. If it was in jest or to be mean that would be all together different." 

"I think I do like it and it's certainly our secret. I love it in fact. Mousey it is. Everybody else will freak out and wonder if we are mad." 

"It's so unsexy its super sexy." 

"Hey Mousey how about a kiss." 

We kiss to celebrate her new nick name. It turns into another deeply passionate fur fondling kiss. 

"I hope we can hold up for a month of this torturous foreplay." 

"We will survive and thrive." 

"What do I owe you for the tutoring?" 

"The last thing I want from you or need is money. Besides you couldn't afford me anyway."

"OK. How much?" 

"I"ll think of a payment plan you can handle that doesn't involve money." 

"I can't wait for the revelation."

We leave The Veranda and walk to Jane's car. 

"You never drive here?" 

"I need all the exercise I can get, besides I need to work off major horny after being with you and a cold shower when I get back." 

Jane throws her fur covered arms around me and pulls me as tightly as she can to our kissing. We're now world class passionate kissing. My stiff cock is firmly pressed against her crotch and she makes no recognition of it even as I presses tighter into her. She kisses with even more passion. As we pull away I make no effort to hide my very large bulge. 

"You're going to have to jog real hard to deal with that one." 

I give her one last short kiss. 

"Good night Mousey." 

***

Jane gets in her car with a big smile and wet panties then drives off. She restrains herself this evening until she gets home and in her bed totally nude on her fur spread and three fur coats before fur masturbating herself into a series of super orgasms with great feeling and an image of Bill firmly in her mind between her thighs with what she now knows is a substantial cock jammed firmly into her wet and throbbing vagina probably banging against her cervix. With that she explodes for the fifth time. A new record for Jane in twenty minutes. What a wonderful and very successful evening. She collapses in sleep and exhaustion. 

Bill and Jane continue to work on his "program" for the next few weeks spending a lot of true work time and some passion time with each other. They somehow always managed to fur fondle each other even in their work times. 

Bill is making great academic strides with Jane's help and encouragement. Much of their time is spent at the Veranda and they have become regulars. They have their own semi private booth. Bill is falling hard for Jane. 

Jane is certainly looking forward to her first lay. Her feelings for Bill grow stronger and deeper but she's holding back from that last and final commitment until and for? 

Bill has fully caught on to the fur thing with great passion and finesse. He's now having frequent Mousey/Fur wet dreams with many fur scenarios played out subconsciously in his dreams. He finds himself thinking of her and daydreaming of her in furs frequently. Thinking of what he will do with her next and how. Much more interest and concern of her desires and feelings than with any other woman he has ever had anything to do with.

Continued...



Bill & Mousey Ch. 02



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4

Mousey has been paying much more attention to her hair in the last few weeks and it's daily thicker and more beautiful contradicting her new nick name. Her hair and new verve hasn't gone unnoticed by Bill in particular. Jane's Mom, in fact, asked if she has a boy in her life now. Jane gave an honest but brief answer that her mother is use to. The Grandmother, on the other hand, wouldn't let her get off so easy. Her Grandmother is also Jane's conscience and chief councilor. Jane doesn't know but she's also her sole heir. Her daughter, Jane's mother, being very well off in her own right. 

"Yes Grama I love him but I'm working out our relationship. We are very different but we also have much in common." 

Grama has had many furs in her life as well and Jane was unaware Grama knows fully of Jane's true penchant for furs. She offers subtle hints but is generally quietly supportive. 

"You make sure of the truly Important things you have in common." 

"Yes I will Grama. That's why I am taking my time." 

"Make sure he's not just after your money." 

"I haven't brought him home yet and I don't think he has a clue of our wealth aside from my wearing furs, that I have any money of consequence at all. Besides he's not the gold digger type. I actually have done my own research on him quietly among my classmates and others. I'm pretty good at that sort of thing, research you know. He often does things that costs him from that perspective." 

"What does he think of you wearing fur all the time?" 

"With a coy smile He likes me in fur a lot Grama."

"That's nice. Must have good taste to have chosen you in the first place. What name does he call you?" 

"Mousey." Grama laughs as she runs her had through her hair and strokes her Mink she is wearing. 

"That's really cute and you let him get away with it?" 

"It's our little secret." 

"He certainly can't be after your money. I think I like him already. I want you to bring him to see me soon." 

Jane knows without being told that it's time to get very serious. The reason Jane is her sole heir is her total likeness, to the soul, of Grama, matriarch of the family and their fortunes. Bill has no idea his fortunes, as well as Jane's, are about to change in ways neither could ever imagine. Jane did not want a repeat of her father, her main fear and Grama's. 

The next day Bill calls her (They both have cell phones of course) and says he has a pop quiz he's not sure he's prepared for in Poetry. The quiz is on the Shakespeare Sonnets.

"Besides, it's the third week anniversary of our Library encounter/collision." 

They meet late that afternoon at the Veranda and dig in. Jane has brings the Complete Shakespeare Sonnets and she begins reading to Bill and then Bill to Mousey only after a few Bill starts plugging in Mousey in each and every love sonnet. At first Jane is frustrated at Bill not taking this seriously until he starts to make Mousey fit in a reasonably poetic and certainly heartfelt way. Bill is not only learning them remarkably well and quickly but his adaptations are starting to weaken Jane's one month resolve. 

"Bill. I'm ready. Let's go to my house and make love. You can take my virginity tonight." Bill is stunned and instantly ready. The Sonnets have their effect on him as well. 

"But you made the rules?" 

"They are my rules to break." 

"That's not true. I agreed to the rules so they are OUR rules and you don't get to summarily break them. I have worked very hard, been diligent and faithful to you and the rules. You can't just throw them out without my agreeing." 

"You're right but don't you want me?" 

"More than you could ever imagine dear Mousey." 

"Please? Is there a compromise we can come to?" 

"Let's don't get caught up in the definition of the word IS. We know where that leads." 

"Definition!! To fondle. When does fondling become sex?" 

"When skin of the sex organ touches the others skin. As in, what is the meaning of IS? You cannot give me a blow job and I cannot suck your vagina." 

"I can fur fondle your naked cock and you can fur fondle my naked vagina?" 

"Yes we can do that according to the definitions." 

"My van, now!!! And I do you first." They practically sprint to Jane's van. 

Jane has been driving the van recently just in case and moves it to the dark far corner of the parking lot. Jane is dressed in a brilliant broad yellow & orange and thin black & white stripped turtleneck cashmere sweater dress and matching legging/stockings wrapped in a very long and luscious big Lynx. She is totally stunning and oozing sex. She has her Silver and Cross Foxes in the van just in case. 

"Off with your pants big boy. I know this is a totally new experience for you so you are the virgin tonight."

Bill is already half laying in the Silver and Cross Foxes in the back of the van. His cock looks like a tree trunk with pre cum on its tip already. Jane takes off her Lynx and lays it over Bill's stomach and takes off the pre cum with a damp towel. She begins fondling Bill's scrotum all the way from his butt crack forward and gradually up the bottom of his shaft with her Lynx . Bill is ready to blow the moment his butt hits the Foxes and has been straining to hold back as long as he can. This is more sensations than he has ever had in intercourse with other women already and Mousey has obviously only started. 

"Now don't you disappoint me and ejaculate prematurely." 

"You sure talk educated dirty dear Mousey. Is that drool I see in the corner of your sweet soft, want them around my cock, lips of yours sweet Mousey?" 

"Do you want these sweet lips of mine around your magnificent, want it in my vagina real bad, cock my sweet?" Jane has fully wrapped Bill's cock in Lynx in a pillow sized bundle fondling it up and down his large shaft. Bill is going out of his mind with lust for Mousey as she strokes him slow and smooth. It is finer than any vagina it has been in. 

"I don't think I can hold back any longer." 

In fact Bill has been humping the Lynx for some time as Jane stroked him. Jane pulled the fur away just in time for Bill's geyser to miss it. He shoots three feet it seem, into the air before it arches slightly and comes down square in the middle of his chest. Jane instinctively reaches out and gets a finger fully wet with his cum and immediately sticks it in her mouth to taste. 

"My god this is wonderfully erotic and am I ever wet with excitement. I sure wish you could touch me and taste me." Bill wipes himself off with the towel.

"Let me take off your skirt and stockings." 

He is sliding her skirt and stockings down and off. Bill grabs Mousey's panties shoving them in his face licking and smelling the crotch. Mousey moans at he sight of her panties being tasted. She is totally turned on and ready for Bill to do anything he pleases with her. 

"You are incredibly sweet tasting. Please wipe yourself dry." 

"No direct touching. I remember." 

"This is unimaginably difficult for me to not touch you but rules are rules." Mousey is now naked from the waste down but Bill takes the bottom edge of her sweater and very slowly pulls it up and over Mousey's tits. She shudders and lets out a quiet moan. Bill starts with her tits fondling them with the Lynx. True to the definitions. Mousey is instantly writhing in ecstasy and quietly sighing. 

She has done this to herself many times before but having it done to her is a totally new experience. She is almost instantly on the verge of orgasm and oblivious to everything around her except Bill's hand fur fondling her tits. She opens her eyes and smiles in the softest smile of surrender to Bill. He could do with her at that moment anything he wished and he knew it. 

Bill increased the fondling of her tits and she can feel his strong firm grip on her entire small orbs pinching her nipples through the fur and with that she explodes in the most incredible orgasm of her life. Gasping and humping. Pushing hard against Bill's vice grip of her tits. She collapses totally spent only to feel fur flowing down her body to her crotch with the other furs cradling her entire body. 

She knows the evening is far from over. Bill moves to her thighs using the Cross Fox massaging them with firm but gentle and smooth motions. Bill asks her through her sex haze to wipe herself dry that she is very wet again. She spreads her legs knowing what is coming and she complies quickly. 

Bill moves the Lynx over her stomach and begins to move it around on her bringing the two Foxes and the Lynx together at her vagina. A mountain of soft fur is moved all over her thighs, stomach and hips before being rubbed in her crotch. Slowly Bill reduces it to a single layer of the Lynx, gradually and gently begins caressing just her vagina. Mousey is already in a place far beyond anywhere she has ever been. 

Mousey's now fucking the Foxes and Lynx for all she's worth with Bill having a difficult time actually not slipping his hand into Mousey's vagina. He's frequently hitting her clitoris sweet button with the fur, a familiar sensation for Jane heightened by Bill actually doing this to her. Mousey moves into her orgasm unlike any before. This is smooth, slow and sustained aided by Bill continuing to push the fur into her vagina and pushing her sweet spot. Mousey has explosion after explosion. 

"God Bill please fuck me please, please." He continues to fondle her but now all over tits and vagina, face and thighs. Mousey is smothered in soft fur moving all over her body like in her widest furgasm dreams. She continues to go from orgasm to orgasm. More than at any time in her life. 

"I have to have you, please please." Bill slows his fur fondling until Mousey is lying still and quiet slowing her breathing to normal. Totally spent. 

"I owe you big. You definitely got the better of me tonight and you didn't succumb to the sirens call. And boy was she calling." 

"I was tied to the masthead and enjoying every move and call." 

"I can't wait for us to make love." 

"Yes. You said that several times tonight in between your wonderful orgasms. I don't mean to compare but I am more satisfied than ever before and you were magnificent. What an incredible preview. Much better than any previous main event." 

"Now that is a real and genuine compliment. Do you want me to fondle you again?" 

"I think if you did we would quickly be into what we said we were not going to do." 

"You are stronger than I ever expected. Much stronger than me and I don't mean your muscles. Your strong hands were sure a pleasure." 

"Or more the fool I am for not taking you." 

"You're no fool and I love you for it. I was holding back until tonight. Not holding back my body. You could have had that any time you had chosen as you well know. I was holding back my commitment to you and you may never have known that if I had not just told you but I had to for total honesty. You have been totally committed and honest with me and if we are going to be a WE, total honesty is a must." 

"Yes. You are absolutely right and I knew you were not completely there as wonderful as everything has been to now between us. If it had been anyone else I would not have thought about it for a moment, but it was you, Mousey the truthful." 

"Now you must meet Grama. She wants to meet you." 

"Grama? It's usually Mother or Father but you told me he isn't in your life anymore, but Grama?" 

"You will understand when you meet her." 

They laid there for a while in the furs, fur fondling each other slowly and carefully so as not to get too excited. They dressed and Mousey drove Bill back to his place for a change. 

They had several more evenings in the van with Bill getting much more attention than the first fur cock fondling. Bill totally forgets sex with all the previous women. For all practical purposes he is now also a virgin anticipating love making in the furs with Mousey. They did tempt fate by full body nude fur fondling together in the van, admiring each others bodies and sending each other into a state of bliss. 

When it comes to getting laid in the furs they both are in wild anticipation of the unknown. Bill knows it is a totally new world for them. Little do they realize just what a world it is to be. There is less than a week left on their self imposed deadline and Mousey has accepted Grama's invitation to dinner at Grama's house two nights before consummation. Mom is leaving for Europe the night before Grama's dinner. 

CHAPTER 5

Grama is very wise and didn't become Matriarch from being slow witted and out of touch. For Grama timing is everything. She has made Millions off simple timing. She has uncanny intuition and can also bare your soul with a word.

Mousey is in a super sensitized state of heightened erotic thought, her panties are constantly wet with excitement. Bill is in another world with the anticipation. They are having dinner at The Veranda and Jane tells him of dinner with Grama. 

"I hope I don't make a fool of you and myself. Is there anything important I need to know? What not to say or do? What to say?" 

"You will be fine. Grama is very much like me only older." 

"Now that's real comforting (Bill says sarcastically). That leaves lots of room for me to screw up big time." 

"Trust me. I'm still here aren't I? Yes she will tear you apart but she will put you back together. Well, if she likes you that is and I know she will." 

"You have been very comforting but I still have 'going to the Dentist' anxieties about this. If I didn't love you so deeply I'd be running as fast down the street as I could." 

"I know that and not only do I appreciate your strength in doing this with me but I am compelled to love you all the more deeply." 

Jane is wearing a short dark brown hooded chubby Sable jacket. Bill was already unconsciously fondling and stroking the fur. Mousey is getting excited as she does now when Bill touches her furs and her. 

"What an incredible fur you are wearing today. What on earth is it?" 

"Sable. You will experience much more of this to an extent you cannot imagine." 

"You sure know how to turn a guy on." Bill gets the feel of Sable hugging and kissing Mousey while fondling the fur and her face as she melts in his arms.

They have dinner over the next few evenings at The Veranda as they valiantly try to focus on Bill's program which, up to now has been progressing with remarkable speed. Far in excess of Mousey's best hopes and expectations. They are both having difficulty focusing on anything other than each other however. Neither is disappointed over the situation and it is like they are agreeing to mark time. Bill is quite familiar with running-in-place as an exercise. This is a lot like that. 

Jane picks Bill up for dinner with Grama and she is wearing a long golden coat of the Sable he had been so turned on by several days ago. This is over a simple gold, scoop neck silk dress with a slight flare and long sleeves. Coat and dress are the same length. Mousey is way beyond drop-dead-drop-your-pants-gorgeous. 

"What are you trying to do to me?" 

"What do you mean?" 

"Like you don't know? How am I going to focus on anything but you tonight thinking of what all I am going to do to you when we are alone?" 

"That's the whole point dummy. You can't fake it with Grama." 

"I can tell that this is going to be an interesting evening." Little did either of them know. Bill is dressed tweed sporty but with a tie and quite tasteful. Jane said casual and Bill had wisely gone a step beyond her instructions. They are the perfect couple for any occasion. 

Grama doesn't live a pretentious life. Very nice average sized colonial house well appointed with 18th Century antiques but otherwise not at all opulent. They arrive at Grama's and are escorted in by her one maid into the living room. Bill helps Mousey with her cock stiffening Sable coat draping it over the back of the couch. Grama comes in calling the Maid to hang up Jane's Sable. 

"You don't need any big distractions tonight". As she extends her hand to Bill who rose when she entered the room. "What a firm and pleasant grip you have. Jane must like those hands." Bill is surprised with her frank and forward comment. He thinks to himself that Mousey warned him. Think older Jane. 

"It's a pleasure to meet you. Jane has told me a great deal about you." 

"None of the important stuff I hope? And you may refer to her as Mousey if you wish." Bill is frozen in place. "Oh yes. She tells me everything." 

"Yes ma'am." 

"And you don't have to be so frightfully polite. It is nice to know Jane, Mousey, has chosen someone who is actually polite but don't let it get in the way of expressing yourself. Let's go in and sit for Dinner." 

"I love Colonial Architecture and your house is a real prize." 

Dinner is served and conversation is peasant. Grama asks Bill all the obvious questions about family, studies and career objectives. How does he like his sport his friends and the like. Bill just goes at it uninhibited. 

"I just happen to be very good at Baseball. Not that I intend to make it my life but it was my ticket to college and fortunately my getting into some academic trouble over some course work is how I met Jane. She was a god send. She has taken over my life now and I have totally reevaluated my other acquaintances." 

"So they are now acquaintances?" 

"Jane has altered my view of my life and without her now I am not sure what I would do." 

"Jane. What do you have to say about this?" 

"Grama, you know I am in love with him." 

"Yes dear but he is talking about his life, not mere infatuation." 

"Grama!?!? It is not just infatuation I feel for him. I love him. Jane is near tears." 

"I'm glad to hear that because I wouldn't want you to hurt Bill. Could I call you William? It sounds so much better to me." 

"Why yes ma'am, you can call me what you wish so long as it's my name." 

"Very swift of you. Jane has chosen well." 

Jane is still trying to recover from Grama's jab. They are sitting next to each other and Bill reaches over and runs his hand through her hair and against her cheek. Jane looks at him and smiles. 

"Jane, you need William's strength in your life. I'm not talking about his biceps either. Don't let him get away. You are everything I am and the one thing I have missed in my life has been a man like William. Your mother and me struck out with that and you have the opportunity to not repeat our mistakes." 

"Yes Grama."

"Have you two had sex yet?" 

"Grama!!! I told you about that!!" 

"My dear that was three weeks ago and I would like to know of your resolve." 

"Well, my resolve has been weak and if Bill had not kept me to my own words I would not still be a virgin. He certainly has been motivated and ample opportunity to do with me what ever he wished." 

"Now there you are. What did I just talk about? Love is nothing without strength of will and commitment. It's clear you two have all of the above so don't waste any more time. Besides your Mom has gone to Europe for at least two months and if you need more time I can keep your mother in Europe for a year if I have to. Well I need to retire. Us antiques need more rest to keep up with things. William, it has been a true pleasure and welcome to the family." 




Bill & Mousey Ch. 02



"I am honored and it has been the experience of a lifetime for me as well as a genuine pleasure. I hope to see you again soon." 

"I'm sure you will, like next weekend here for dinner again." Bill knew it was not just an invitation. They were to report in on their progress. Bill thinks, "She really is like Jane, or is it the other way around?" 

As we get into the car Mousey looks at me with a big smile and then sighs deeply. 

"That went very well. Much better than I expected for you but Grama sure put me through the wringer." 

"Grama was dead right on every point. Boy are you ever cut from her backside. I'm very glad I got to see what the future has in store for me. I like her, no, I love her. I love you." They embrace in the car for long minutes fur fondling as best as they could in the front seats of her Bug. The kiss was for eternity. 

"Am I right in assuming that Grama's commands supersede Jane's rules?" 

"That is a safe assumption. You know I am ready William." Mousey heads for her house. This will be William's new home as they will soon discover. 

CHAPTER 6

The house is more impressive than Grama's and it is on Millionaire Boulevard. It is actually Ridge Crest Road but no one calls it that. 

"This was my Great great grandparents house they built when they were our age and my Mom inherited it. Actually it still belongs to Grama. She doesn't like the pretentiousness and I'm not real comfortable with it either. I'd rather live in Grama's house." 

"You two really are alike!!" 

"For good or bad we are." 

"As I said, I really like Grama and not just because she said all those nice things about me but more for knowing we will always be happy with each other. I can't imagine why you're father and grandfather quit?" 

"Grama said it. They didn't have what you have." 

"I love you more than life itself and could never think of being without you." 

Mousey had arranged all the furs she wanted for this moment the minute her Mom left for the Airport. There was fur hanging and draped all over the place. A dozen or more furs. William had his own agenda and hoped it would not conflict badly with Mousey's. She had obviously thought about tonight as much as he. His agenda was more about approach. He was not going to rush things and would no let her rush it either. 

They're in Mousey's Bed Room in a breath. Given the rest of the house her room is surprisingly plain and simple except for all the furs. She has a large state-of-the-art computer setup, large bookshelves with lots of books, nice lighting and some very nice original contemporary art and a huge bed piled with furs and furs everywhere else as well. This makes Bill's heart race faster than it already was. Mousey's room for sure. 

"Your room is very comfortable." 

Mousey is nervous and pacing like she doesn't know what she wants to do, or do first? 

"Slow down dear. We have all the time we want. We could engage in foreplay for the next two days and still live up to your deadline. What's wrong?" 

"I want intercourse with you so badly that I don't want to mess it up by doing something stupid." 

"We want to screw not screw up." Mousey breaks out in a laugh. "That's right, don't take it so seriously. Let's kick back and take it easy. We have forced ourselves to take this time and we have already made the important choice to do it. Look at it this way, we have two whole days to get it right." 

"I'm sorry. I had this script written out in my head and it was starting to get in the way of my feelings."

Mousey has not taken her Sable off yet and there are several larger ones laying on the bed on top of the Lynx spread. 

"Come here and let me console you." 

"Please take care of me. I love you so much it confuses me." 

"I'll help take away the confusion." 

Bill wraps his arms around her in the Sable with his hands stroking through her hair. He kisses her forehead and she raises her head looking him in the eyes smiling but on the verge of tears. 

"What is wrong my sweet?" 

"For the first time in my life I don't know what to do next and it's not because of a lack of information or motivation, I really don't know what to do next." The tears are welling up in her eyes as Bill slowly and gently kisses her lightly at first and slowly increases the intensity of the kiss to the point where her questions are meaningless as they are in the grip of a passion with only one ending or is it beginning? 

Bill slowly guides them to the foot of the bed as they are in the grips of frenetic kissing. Mousey has, by now, lost all touch with reality and is totally under Bill's control. He slowly lowers her on to the bed engulfed in the Sables still wearing the Golden Sable. Mousey lets loose a gasp as Bill lays one of the Sables over her legs and slowly lifts her skirt. She is wearing no panties or bra tonight as usual. 

"I have been dying to fondle your tits through the silk all night sweet. I think you will like it. I don't want to rush this. Remember that we have two days." 

As Bill slides both his hands over the silk covering her tits Mousey gasps with the sudden full but thinly covered contact, the rushing sound of the silk stimulating her mind. Being fondled in fur is wonderful but having only a thin silk veil between her tits and his powerful hands is an unexpected treat she is receiving simply because she chose to wear one of her favorite dress up dresses. 

"His powerful hands are nearly crushing my tits but it is incredibly exciting. God I'm wet already." she is thinking. 

Bill is fondling her tits and moves one hand down to pull up her dress further. Mousey sits up once it is passed her butt. Bill reaches behind her kissing her as he unzips her dress. Bill slowly pulls the dress up over her head and off. She lays back down fully engulfed in Sable and Lynx. Bill has his hands on her bare tits now and Mousey has already started to rock back and forth in the furs anticipating the next touch. Bill places the palm of his hand over her vagina enclosing it as in a cup cover. Mousey lets out a soft moan raising her hips into his hand involuntarily. Bill begins stroking over the whole area with the width of his flat palm. Please be in me please, please. 

"Patience Mousey. We don't want to go too fast." Oh please dear in me please. 

"That's OK to beg. I'm sure you will have me begging soon enough." Bill replaces his hand with Sable and Mousey inhales deeply and nearly jumps off the bed with the increased softness and change of pace. She is writhing around wrapped in Sable and Bill is softly fur fondling her all over with it. Mousey comes to a screaming orgasm and collapses in the bed. 

"That was dirty pool!!! Screw me now damn it!!!" 

"Your demand is my task ... at my speed. Remember that timing is everything. You think you can't wait another minute. Wait until I am actually ready to enter you. We will be ready to do it together and you will never forget." 

Bill totally undresses. Mousey has only seen him partially undressed. She sat up in bed with her arms in the air. 

"On me, in me now!!" Bill takes her in his arms flesh to flesh his very stiff and substantial member between her thighs and she is sure this is it. He rubs her clitoris with the top of his stiff shaft getting her to a point of hysteria and near orgasm almost instantly. Then he totally pulls away from her and she was screaming at him. 

"You big fucking tease you pervert you cunt teaser you." While she was screaming at him he grabbed her behind her head and pulled her head down to an inch above his cock. 

"I want you to get a very close look at it before it is thrust into your dripping wet aching cock ready vagina." 

Mousey is dead quiet looking, so close she can feel its warmth rising to her face and the precum on the tip. Instinctively she sticks out her tongue and licks it from the tip and runs her tongue around her lips then over the head of Bill's cock. His cock jumps with the touch of her tongue and touches her lips. She is breathing heavy and slowly rocking on the furs again. She is overwhelmed with a sudden urge and takes the tip of bill's cock into her mouth and begins to suck on it. Bill emits a moan and Mousey slides her mouth as far down on his cock as she can without gagging. Bill is starting to shake involuntarily which excites Mousey greatly. All of a sudden she is feeling in control. Bill is getting his rod sucked and Mousey is loving the task. She introduces the Sable to his scrotum which sends Bill into a humping frenzy. 

Mousey has him right where Bill wants her and he is about to explode. He screams out; "Here it cums." A huge pulsing load bursts into Mousey"s mouth and she is shocked. Bill has his hand on her head to keep the initial reaction of her jerking her head away but to his wonderful amazement she bears down even harder. She is hit in the mouth with a series of pulses of large volume. She swallows them all except there is so much it oozes out the corners of her mouth. She slowly withdraws her mouth and off it with a pop to her smiling delight. 

"That's dirty pool!!!" 

"Now see, we can do those sorts of things for the next two days non stop practically and have a great deal of fun doing them. We haven't had intercourse yet and we don't have to be performance nervous, sad or cry unless that gets you off." 

"You really do play dirty pool and I'm loving every moment. You are right. I have been thinking about this far too seriously and yes I am having fun." Mousey and Bill go to the bath room and clean each other. His cock keeps "bumping "into her vagina. Mousey jumps each time and screams "dirty pool". Mousey is slowly realizing that her deep desires and the trill of it are rising to higher levels with greater focus as they continue to have fun. 

When they return to the bed Bill turns the largest Sable inside out and wraps it around Mousey. She has done this herself many times so it is no huge shock other than it is an equal thrill every time she does. Having Bill do it for her is even more special. Bill is totally nude and takes her in his arms again. Mousey opens the coat with the fur caressing Bill as well as her. He squats slightly and again run the top of his member against her labia again. This time he pauses to gently touch the sweet spot of her clitoris with the head of his cock which with earlier fur fondling he accurately located. Mousey emits a basso moan of operatic proportions. Just as quickly he pulls away laying her, once again, back into the Sable womb. This time he slowly kisses his way up her thighs to just above her soft muff. 

Bill lowers his face fully into her muff and down to her labia pulling the lips with his lips. Mousey is through the ceiling and has her hands behind his head pulling him into her as tightly as she can. Bill has moved from labia pulling to strongly sucking her full vagina and has moved his tongue to the sweet little button Mousey has played with to orgasm so many times. This is very different for her now. She is humping and screaming as never in her life moving rapidly to an orgasm. The first hits like a thunderbolt and she thinks she is done, already emotionally ready to start back down. 

Bill has other plans. He doesn't let up. In fact his tongue is now flitting around inside her where only her fingers have been to now stroking and pushing on the sweet spot with his finger. She is near faint over the sensations they are so overwhelming. Only a quiet high pitched moan comes from her mouth but her hips give away her deeper desires riding the waves of an entire series of orgasms she only thought herself capable of. After what seemed and eternity of bliss Mousey slides slowly down as Bill continues to fur fondle her entire body with the Sables. 

"What just happened to me?" 

"The last step to intercourse my sweet." 

"I'm sooo glad you made me slow down. Are we having fur fun yet?" 

"I love your humor. You have such good timing." 

"No dear, you are the one with good timing." 

They were both far too exhausted to keep on to intercourse. They fall asleep in each others arms snuggling together in the Sable womb. 

Mousey awakes early the next morning half way to an orgasm with Bill fur fondling her entire body with the Sables again and sucking her vagina like they never broke it off last night. Mousey is already screaming in ecstasy. 

"Yes, yes fuck me fuck me hard, please please." 

With that Bill's entire member is into her with a single stroke up to his scrotum and he is pounding her for all he is worth. Mousey screams in pain and ecstasy as his cock rips through her virgin veil and she is matching his every move with a counter hump almost instantly, getting pounded big time. Mousey is screaming at the top of her voice; "Yes, yes, yes fuck me harder, harder." 

The end of Bill's cock is ramming her cervix and she can feel the deep penetration and pain/pleasure driving her on to excess. They loose track of the orgasms. It didn't really matter since Mousey is getting the fucking of her life that she has so looked forward to and deep in the furs. 

Bill is fur fondling me even as he is fucking my brains out. It is all so wonderful. Mousey is thinking. 

"Oh lost virginity, how wonderful, yes, yes, I love you, I love you Bill." 

They screwed for an hour or more. Sometimes hard and intense and then slow and sweet, catching their breath only to build up again to more intense vagina pounding orgasms. Orgasms fast and hard, orgasms slow and sweet. Finally they both collapse from shear exhaustion, not from interest to keep going. 

"Boy am I glad you made me slow down and yes I will never forget as long as I live. Now that has to be the extreme from "slam bam thank you ma'am". Is there more." 

"You are the most demanding person I have ever known!! Yes there is a lot more where that came from." 

Mousey gets up to make some Breakfast since she sent the Servants on vacation and grabs a thick and full Silver Fox vest from the closet and reverses it to the gray suede side out, otherwise quite nude. 

"Hey, that's the vest you were wearing when I ran into you.?" 

"Yes it is. Do you want to screw me in it?" 

"I realize now that I got fondled with it when I bumped into you. That's what started this whole thing." 

"You're absolutely right." 

"Now the honest truth, did you do it intentionally?" 

"I had been watching you wandering around in the stacks aimlessly searching and found you very attractive. I set up the collision." 

"What about getting fur fondled?" 

"I figured one way or another the collision would provide some opportunity to get you with the fur. When you grabbed me to keep me from falling you got both hands full of fur. I did a little bumping into you after that where you couldn't help but touch me." 

"So you planned the whole thing?" 

"That much anyway. The rest was fate. You just happen to have needed the same book I did. That was fate. I didn't know what I was going to do after the collision. Faint?" 

"Why? You could have just come up and said hi." 

"Other than having the book would you have given me the time of day?" 

"I don't know. You were certainly not my type or so I thought. I was tired of dating the kinds of women I had been and wanted to meet someone smarter and more creative anyway."

They continued to explore this as they ate. Mousey discovered that Bill is a very good cook as he co-opted half the tasks. 

"I always had a hard time meeting guys let alone having them like me. The few I thought that did it turned out they would have married a pig to get at my money." 

"What makes you think I didn't plan this whole thing to get your money?" 

"That's not the point. If they had actually loved me I wouldn't have cared and I know you truly love me. Besides I was real sneaky. I checked up on you. Under the guise of my family wanting to hire you. I asked around. I even talked to two of your old girlfriends. They actually still like you. In fact everyone likes you. I didn't find anyone who didn't. So other than really liking women a lot you were no cad or two timer. In fact your friends are critical of you for being too nice a guy and not taking more advantage of the women and other situations you have been in." 

"I could call you a sneak but you weren't exactly and given your situation I would probably be a bit circumspect myself. Honestly, I had no idea you were very wealthy. I knew you had to have some financial comfort because of all the different furs. I certainly didn't check you out. All the checking out I did was when you were with me." 

"Now that I have the first fur on why don't you do what I wanted you to do in the Library."

"Maybe we could do it in the stacks sometime. It's been done before." 

"Dirty talk like that sure turns me on."

It is a Saturday and no classes but it wouldn't have mattered anyway. Making love and uninhibited fur fondling was far more important. They did more of what they did last night plus some new exercises and after resting and breakfast they did more of "wake up" as they now call it as in, "Wake up I'm fucking your brains out."

"What do you want to do now Bill." 

"You asked me that once before. I have a variation on my reply. What do we do next Mousey? A practical thing." 

"Yes Mousey must be practical. Bill! You should move in with me." 

"What about when your Mom returns?" 

"We can let Grama take care of that. She implied as much to us last night. God it seems like weeks ago. Things really have changed. Like suddenly, overnight." 

"That has nothing to do with practical." 

"You are so right about that." 

"Being practical. We have to schedule our "events". 

"If we don't we will fuck away all the days and nights nonstop." 

"Really Bill?" 

"When are you going to stop? Do you want to stop? Can you stop? I know now I have to say no to them all, particularly the last. No, I cannot stop, not with you anyway. I just have to touch you, then hold you, then kiss you, then fondle you, then suck your sweet vagina, then fuck you, then screw you some more and more and more." 

"OK, OK, I get the point and it is all true for me as well. I want to make love right now and I know when we are done I'll want more and more etc. Does it ever get old?" 

"I can't see it getting old with you except us getting old. That is what I was trying to say and what Grama was trying to tell us. What we have is as close to eternal as it gets. So, yes, from that perspective I should move in. That has nothing to do with Practical". 

"I really do want you to make love to me now." 

"Your wish is my command and I do love you more than life itself." 

Mousey and Bill literally screwed the weekend away, making love and more love. They did schedule their "events" with some latitude of course, being practical, rushing home for a long mid day class break on occasion. Love making was "scheduled" for evenings after studying and early morning "wake up" before classes and, of course most of the weekend. 

"We have Grama Friday night. Remember." 

"I'm looking forward to seeing her again. I meant it that I like her. I also respect her greatly."

Continued to Part 3 



Bill & Mousey Ch. 03



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PART 3

CHAPTER 7

Friday evening and they are getting ready for Dinner with Grama. Mousey wears an ankle length A line white, nearly sheer silk sleeveless dress with a small choke collar, no undies or stockings with thin flat sandals and a natural brown Fisher A line fur coat the same length as the dress as if they were made for each other. The Fur has a large, full draping cape hood and large full sleeves. The dress, coat, she is a total beauty experience. 

Her hair is tied up with a matching Fisher sash/belt. My suggestion when I saw the sash by the coat. She never uses it as a sash. I had it hang down over the dress over her breasts. Her nipples showing slightly through the silk. Now that we shower together, I shampoo, dry and brush her hair. I do a modest job of styling as well. Since her hair has a gentle natural '40's style wave to it it's hard to screw it up. She loves for me to do her hair and it is looking quite nice. A Greek Goddess. Cock stiffening gorgeous. I dressed like before but a brighter tie. 

We arrive for Dinner as before but Mousey leaves her coat on. I think there is a message for Grama. When Grama enters she has a big smile on her face. 

"Ah, I see you wore your happy coat." 

"I didn't know they had names." 

"Welcome back William. I see there is very good news. Jane, pardon, Mousey wears this coat most often when she is exceedingly happy, hence happy coat." 

"And I thought she was merely incredibly beautiful." 

"The hair tie is new and your hair looks much nicer now" 

"Yes Grama. Well no and thank you. It was Bill's idea. He saw the coat sash hanging with the coat and came up with the idea to use it as a hair tie back. He has also been taking care of my hair as well." 

"Very tasteful and how sensual of you William. I am further convinced of Mousey's fortunate choice. Come let us sit for Dinner." 

"Thank you for your hospitality Grama. May I call you so?" 

"Indeed you must for I suspect you both come bearing good news? The happy coat is a good news flag." 

"That obvious, huh?" 

"So the two of you have had sex as instructed. Am I not right?" 

"Absolutely true Grama." 

"I'm equally happy to see William has quickly taken his proper place for himself!!" 

"He has indeed Grama and I am happy beyond belief." 

"William. Have you moved in yet?" 

"I didn't leave when we got to Mousey's house." 

"Mousey. Is William good to you? Does he treat you well?" 

"He treats me like a Princess except when I want him to do otherwise." 

"Nasty little girl. I'm glad you know to ask for what you really want and it's wonderful that William is such a complete partner."

"This settles my mind and puts it at ease. Now I have good news and bad news that directly involves the three of us and much, much more. The bad news first. As Mousey knows I am turning 95 and I have had an incredible life. Yes, there has been pain and sorrow but mostly good and what I am most proud of are all the people I have been able to employ and aid in my long and fruitful life. Having my Grand Daughter with me is the high point of my life even to my own Daughter whom I love dearly with all her failings. Things inside are breaking down fast and I will not be with you much longer. Weeks, months maybe even a year. But there is a clear end in the near future. I want no tears and William, my only regret is that we will have such a sort time together but it will most likely be close and intense and your relationship with Mousey is all important to me and my sole concern. You two must get married immediately. I hate to push the issue but you will do it sooner or later and for me it must be now." 

"Grama why? What? Please what is this all about? Of course Bill and I will do whatever you wish." 

"Oh, you speak for William now?" 

"Grama, this is true. Mousey and I are, how shall I say ... joined at the hip now. We know each others thoughts now and it gets stronger by the day. If she speaks out of place I will certainly speak but my silence is tacit agreement." 

"Mousey, forgive me. I underestimated you and it deepens my commitment for what is to follow. You will some day in the distant future face this very same situation if you are the good stewards I think you to be. Mousey, you are my sole heir to everything I possess. You are also slated as acting Owner/Executor, full and complete stock holder of all my Businesses prior to my demise. William, as Husband of Mousey, you are Legal heir with her. All the legal disclaimers, safeguards and faldirah is covered in the Documents my staff of Lawyers have drawn up. Your Mom knows nothing of this but she never figured herself as a sole heir in any case. It will not be a surprise to her at all. I have arranged a separate Trust for her. Marriage tomorrow would not be too soon. You wore your Wedding Dress a day too soon." 

Mousey blushed at the obvious as she, indeed, looks like a bride. 

"We could have everything signed sealed and delivered by the first of the week and then we can get down to serious business." 

"You mean it hasn't been serious up to now?" 

"I love your humor William. We will get along famously. Mousey, this means you are your Mother's boss now. You will see to her care right off." 

"Oh shit Grama." 

"Watch your tongue young woman." 

"I'm sorry but this is overwhelming." 

"William. Are you OK?" 

"Yes Grama, though it is a large load to take in one whack." 

"Well put and very business like. We will do well together." 

"What is the "Serious" business you are referring to?" "Running ALL the Businesses. Is that serious enough for you?" 

"Quite. I want you to wear your happy coat often my dear Mousey. Remaining happy is a struggle under the easiest of circumstances and I was reluctant to place this burden on you and it might have taken a different course if it had not been for you choosing William. Neither of you are ready but you are both able and together I am confident that you will surpass the best that I was able to do." 

"Grama you have done an incredible job. There are very large Corporations out there with teams of managers who haven't come close to you." 

"You two will be all the decision making necessary. The President of the United States is one man. Which "team" makes the final decision? Delegation of tasks. Just think of that and we can talk tomorrow. I both envy and bless the rest of your evening. I truly love you both."

When we get home we make "serious" love for the first time. Both of us nearly cry. Actually Mousey does and I console her speaking softly to her stroking and fondling her softly. She stayed in her white silk dress and Fisher happy coat. I made love to her gently. We were very tidy. She could have gone to a wedding afterwards. It was heavenly with an angel in fur and silk riding my cock like a cloud with the fur swinging slowly and softly. She had a sad and happy smile on her face as she softly went from orgasm to orgasm. I think she enjoyed it as much as the previous days of athletic sex. We were both totally satisfied. We did undressed for bed. 

"So tomorrow we marry?" 

"I'm ready if you are. I'm so glad you're here with me. I would be lost without you. No wonder Mom could never quite connect the dots. She did well until Dad left and then she lost her spirit. She went about aimlessly for a long time and never really got it all together. I hope Mom and I can work through this and I wish she could be at our wedding. We never were close. Grama and I have always been close." 

"The two of you are young and old versions of the same woman. From that perspective it makes it easy for me. Here we are, two college students making out in your mothers furs and talking in bed like an old married couple already." 

"We will never be and old married couple." Mousey sexually assaulted Bill "fucking his brains out" before falling asleep wrapped in each others arms and wrapped in furs. I think I'll wear what I wore tonight for our wedding." As she drifted off to sleep.

"Yes my sweet." 

They awoke early the next morning to a constant knocking on Mousey's Bed Room door. 

Mousey sits up with a start. I groggily respond. "Who is it?" 

"It's your Mom." 

"Oh god what is going on?" 

"Calm down. Grama is behind this I bet." 

"OK Mom I'll meet you downstairs in the Kitchen! .. Mom at least respects my privacy. The time she barged in on me right after I started to masturbate with her furs and caught me at the peak of an orgasm taught her to knock first." 

"You didn't freak out?" 

"No, I was pissed." 

"We will meet her in the Kitchen." 

"Yes, of course WE will." 

The first thing that meets our eyes as we get up and move around is Mousey's "Wedding" dress and Happy coat which I had hung neatly for today's use. Mousey is minutes from being ready to be married. We look at each other smile and hug. 

"There ain't nothin' we can't do!!!" 

"That a girl." 

I kissed her and we go downstairs. Mousey has on a light weight white cotton turtleneck and white silk slacks and I have khakis and my baseball Tee shirt. We are both barefoot. Her Mom didn't hear us enter the Kitchen and we were practically on top of her when she turned and gasped with surprise at seeing us both. I had my hand lightly on Mousey's shoulder and she had her arm around my waist. 

"Hi mom this is Bill. Grama calls him William." 

Mom extends her hand and I take it. She does not grip as Grama does but a "womanly" offering-of-the-hand gesture. So far so different. 

"I hear you two are getting married?" In the most matter-of-fact comment that could be expressed. 

"Well actually we were Directed to marry." 

"That's my Mom. Isn't she a piece of work." Oh curl your toes on the cynicism. "I get her command to attend and flight reservations and you two are OK with this." 

"We were going to do it anyway. Maybe not quite so soon but given the circumstances we are OK with it." 

"What happened to your voice Jane? Have you suddenly become the submissive little mouse?" We break out laughing and her Mom is staring in disbelief. We didn't bother to fill her in on the joke. It's on her of course. I was suddenly feeling very sorry for this woman. With all her money and she was obviously very unhappy. I appreciate Grama more with every passing hour. 

"Mom I'm just fine. Bill and I are of one mind and he wants to meet and know you. I already do. So talk to him and don't be so damn cynical. He is a wonderful man who I love, admire and cherish." 

"You sure have not changed." 

"You are lucky. There was no time to get my parents here. We will probably have a second small church wedding to accommodate those we would like to have had here." 

"At least he's more thoughtful than your looser father." Truly wicked tongue. 

"I'll call Grama and find out about the arrangements and you can fill in your Mom on things." 

"OK." 

"A real take charge kind of guy you have there." 

"When he needs to but he is very kind and gentle. He lets me push him around all the time."

"Wait until he starts running around on you." 

"Mom!! Not all men are like that and Bill is not one of them." 

"Sex?" That's one reason I know why. He shares my wildest fantasies with fur. How many men or women share that. Don't be so negative, just trust me to have made the right and very good decision. He passes the Grama test with flying colors and you know she is no fool." 

"With all her faults she's no fool. Well, OK and he does seem to be real. You two doing it in the furs. Wow. What a sight that must be to behold? Actually you have never been noted for foolish behavior either." 

"Is that an around-the-corner compliment from my very own mother? Wonders never cease." 

In about two hours we go to the Courthouse to sign our license. All the paper work is ready. After that we can get Married. A JP at the Courthouse. We should get dressed for it before we leave for the Courthouse. 

"How about Breakfast." Bill does the cooking and Mousey helps. She loves his cooking even though she is quite good herself. 

"So sex must really be good" 

"No complaints Mom." 

"Mousey is a fantastic lover. She read up on it and has taught me a lot." 

"Mousey?" 

"And you let him get away with it. You really have slipped a gear." 

"Not at all Mom. I told him to. He let it slip when I forced him to describe what he honestly thought of me when he first encountered me. I thought it was so cute and it is .. was our secret and no one ever thought to call me in an affectionate way before." 

"Mousey?"

"Ups, I'm sorry I let it slip." 

"That's why we were laughing so hard Mom. That is Bill's affectionate nick name for me."

"I'm so sorry for what I did not do for you. It was emotionally very difficult when your father walked out on us." 

"That's OK mom you will still be around for a long time yet and Grama won't." 

"What do you mean?" 

"You had best have her tell you but that is the main reason we are getting married today." 

"I think I will go over now and speak with her." 

We finished eating and stuck the dishes in the dishwasher and upstairs to dress as her Mom left for Grama's. 

The white silk dress on her is truly magnificent. We could search the world over and not find a more beautiful or more appropriate wedding dress than this. The Fisher coat is the crowning touch. I wore a dark blue suite and red tie. Let's get legal. It was perfunctory and meaningful. Mousey's Mom was on the plane back to Europe little more than an hour after the ceremony. I feel very sad in general over Mousey's Mom. I'll consult my folks about a second ceremony. They will be upset but I know they will understand. They will be ecstatic over Mousey's and my good fortune of course. I want to make sure they get to know Grama. My Grandmother died a few years ago and I still miss her. We were also quite close so, in a way, Grama is a substitute and continuation of a relationship I am very familiar with. They are very different persons however.

That afternoon we had an early Dinner with Grama. She was very happy for us and apologized for pushing us into this. 

"Grama, you saved me much agonizing over our decision making it much easier. The results would have been the same anyway." 

"William would have agonized over being able to afford it and we both would have agonized over where to live and what careers or business to pursue. We would have continued to make love and cherish each other. Just so many problems disappear." 

"Yes, only to be replaced with one enormous problem. Running a Fortune 500 company." 

"Ah, William has outdone Mousey at getting to the point. Are the two of you able?" 

"Grama, I won't cover it, I'm terrified." 

"Thank you for your frank and to the point response. But are you able?" 

"Yes. I know you would not have put us in this situation if you didn't think I was and I don't have a clue as to what we are in for, but we love each other and have now pledged "for better or for worse" and I have faith that our love for each other will see us through. "Dear child you have no idea as you say, but the truth is that you have so much more to start with than I or your mother did that I have not a shadow of a doubt the two of you will do just fine. Go home and enjoy the rest of your very short Honeymoon."

We go home and Bill takes control for the next few days and I was so glad that he did. I think he read my mind and mood as usual. I was in no shape mentally to cope with anything except the most basic, you know, eating and sleeping. Even sex was more than I could think about. What a horrible way to start our Marriage. 

Being made love to is certainly wonderful and kept us connected but I was distraught over thoughts of Grama and Mom. Bill knew this and consoled me constantly. I really don't know what I would do without him. This thought and remarks about this by Grama kept running through my head as well. 

Classes are a gray haze. By mid week I begin to come to my senses and after Thursday classes I repay Bill for his love and attention during my blue funk. I suck his cock fully a number of times. Fur fondle him in ways I have never thought of before. I even get out my Kamasutra diagrams much to Bill's amazement and delight. Propped them up on the headboard of the bed and have my way with him. I pleasure Bill in ways he had never experienced in all of his previous affairs. I could see it in his eyes with each new experience. I am feeling very good about my skills as a lover, fully capable of complete satisfaction for Bill and myself. 

During Mousey's blue funk I tried to console her as best I could and make love to her in ways that wouldn't upset her already blue mood. In my mind's free time I spent evaluating my current situation. It's like I got my coat lapel caught in the door of a Bus pulling away and being drug down the street my arms and legs flailing in the air accomplishing nothing on my own. Mousey and Grama have taken control of my life and it is not at all a bad thing. Certainly every moment with Mousey is a moment to cherish. 

I had not really thought seriously about career up to this point. I certainly knew I didn't want to be a ball player despite the fact I am pretty good at it. It's mainly a way to afford College. There were no clear choices on the horizon not that I couldn't do any number of things. I am certainly an excellent cook. A Restaurant would be a lot of hard work but would be fairly easily attainable and could make for a nice living. It had been a fantasy of mine off and on and I certainly would enjoy the work. Mousey and I could easily accomplish doing that so it is not that there are not totally viable options. 

Doing what Grama is asking of us is a whole other thing with enormous responsibilities and certainly and enormous amount of work. It is going to require a huge amount of study and the learning of enormous amounts of information. Learning is learning. If I have learned only one thing from Mousey it is that very thing. 

There are the two of us and twenty four hours in the day. One hour at lest per day of sex, non negotiable, eight hours of sleep and two more or less eating and other basics. That leaves thirteen hours for work, school and travel. We have one year each of College so maybe four hours per day each of "Work" that is eight person hours per day of "Work" for the first year if we take a light Senior year each. Both of us are heavy on credits so we just have to do the required stuff to make graduation. I'll have to drop Baseball hence the remainder of my Scholarship. I suppose I can get the Company to make me a loan to finish? Good. It can be done. Mousey must have just recovered from her funk. My presence is requested in the bed.

CHAPTER 8

Friday night Dinner with Grama. Mousey wore her happy coat and was actually happy by then and quite pleased, as was I, over her new and improved love making skills. I'm partly biting my lip in anticipation of how Mousey is going to portray this information. I can hear her thoughts as she is periodically distracted when in deep thought over something. It is just too priceless for her to keep it from Grama. Grama will sense something anyway. I'm just going to nod my head, watch and listen. Mousey wore nearly sheer beige silk big leg pants and top with nothing under. Is this "I'm so sexy clothes" or what? No one I have ever dated oozed this much pure sexuality. 




Bill & Mousey Ch. 03



"So sex must be very, very good for you since marriage, yes my dear Mousey?" 

"Grama, I feel so sexy and Bill is so good (Mousey almost imperceptibly bouncing in her chair) but I've gotten real good and boy does it FEEL good (the bounce is perceptible)."

Grama looks over to me and I nod yes with a big smile. 

"Isn't it wonderful to have that safe place with someone who truly loves you?" 

"Oh, Grama yes." 

Grama steps out of character, gets up, goes over to Mousey and hugs her for quite a while stroking her hair. "My dear, you are as sexy a woman ever to walk with a man. You must always work at both pleasuring him and yourself. Bill knows these things and loves you dearly. Love is only lost when one or both stop working at it. "Work" must never cross the Bed Room threshold. You have your furry womb home where you and Bill get to retreat. It must never be invaded with anything but the two of you sleeping and having sex. Get your computer, the books and everything else into another room. You are incredibly sexy and I am sure Bill is very proud of you and lusts after you every minute of the day." My head is bobbing up and down energetically. "That is a sacred place. Now that the truly important issue has been discussed we need to meet every evening next week for at least an hour to discuss your taking over the Businesses."

"Grama I have been rolling things over in my mind while Mousey was in her funk and (I recite my feelings of my situation, our "alternatives" and the times of the day available). Also to meet the time required for the tasks I know we will be engaged in I will have to drop Baseball and give up my Scholarship to finish my last year in order to focus on what I must. I thought if I could get a loan from the Company I could do that and have a great deal more time available." 

"I knew you would figure these things out sooner or later. William The Practical. The ink is barely dry you were so quick to the issue. Fill in the necessary amount and do not hesitate to ask for more if you need to. I assure you the terms of the loan will be very favorable for you." 

Grama hands me a signed Personal check with no amount filled in and I am staring at it.

"Please don't insult me by asking what the limit is. I trust you to take what is necessary and be good to yourself. Get your own furs please. Mousey will love you for it. If you must, talk to Mousey about it. I give them to her all the time and she doesn't cash half of them and the ones she does are for pocket money. I've been trying to get her to catch on and buy her own furs for years. Spend my money, please. Also, if you want to move out of that Mausoleum we can talk about options. I don't want to sound maudlin but if you really like my house you won't have to wait long and it will be yours anyway. Please let me know so I can give the Mausoleum to some worth cause that can actually use the monster before I die." 

"We would love loving in your house Grama. It would be an honor to follow you here." 

"Yes Grama." 

"I'm very pleased you made that choice. In my last days I hope you will both be spending most of your time here anyway. Your faces are the last thing I wish to see." 

"Grama, we would be no where else." 

"Go now. You have things you would like to be doing I am sure." 

On our way home I started asking Mousey about the check. 

"If you don't put six figures in your account after college and other expenses she will be very upset. She has been pounding on me for the past few years very hard to do this for myself and I have been reluctant." 

"Why." 

"We can discuss my why later. It will take all night and you will probably get as pissed at me as Grama has. Things are very different now and I'll start to comply to her wishes to the tune of five or so million. At that point in my mind it is just numbers. This should put things in perspective for you." 

"We made the right decision over her house tonight?" 

"Bill, your sensitivity and perceptiveness amazes me every day. I should be getting use to it by now. I hope I don't. You said exactly what she wanted to hear." 

"But it is what I want and I think it is what you want as well, right?" 

"Absolutely. My point is my amazement over you and may I always be amazed." 

As they approach the house all they can see is Mausoleum. 

"How ghastly when you really stop and think about it." 

"I haven't stopped thinking about it from the first time we drove up. I'm in total agreement with Grama. Are you sure the Adams Family doesn't live here? There is an important lesson here as well that I am sure is not lost on Grama. Where and how does the Boss live? If we are to be the good Stewards Grama wants us to be we must keep that in mind. Besides it is the kind of thing we would naturally do." 

"Does that mean we must be furless?" 

"By no means. There are certain things we are expected to do and pleasuring ourselves in that way is a private thing anyway. But wearing furs in public or even to the office is by no means out of line In our position. Any other for that matter." 

"So we can still enjoy our comforts but Grama has already set the example over where she lives and her view of the Mausoleum." 

"Us concurring is probably our first major Business decision and we made it together." 

"I'm further amazed." 

"Your life, for all its money and freedom from care has been very insular and sheltered. You are still a virgin." 

"Speaking of virgins let's go to bed." 

Their bodies are beginning to blend with their love making now. Mousey's introduction of the Kamasutra has opened up new paths for both to follow and Mousey's new confidence adds new spice to their activities. They are equals in all things sexual as with all else. 

Mousey now has a sexual presence in everyday life. Her bearing, her smile and movements betray a sexual confidence that is observable. She is becoming aware of this and it was her revealing this to Grama that brought her fully to this awareness. She still wears no makeup and no one notices its absence. 

Bill was being treated to a ride as they called it with Mousey up on Bill's stiff cock and Bill on his back in the furs. Mousey is pleasuring herself while Bill is enjoying his cock being massaged deep in Mousey's vagina as she employs some of her new found talents of squeezing his cock with her clitoris muscles. This is one of the sources of her new found pride in her sexual skills. 

While enjoying the fruits of this in ways Bill has not experienced with any other woman, Mousey's suspicions are correct, he's admiring her much more. Mousey is totally gorgeous. Her hair has received much more care and attention. It's flowing, swinging and very beautiful as she moves up and down swinging to and fro with her perfectly proportioned tits jiggling ever so slightly. 

She is learning how to move her body and swing her hair for Bill's visual pleasure as well. He is compelled to touch her lightly all over as she moves sending shivers rippling through her body. Also artfully fondling her with fur. One thing leads to another new experience. 

Her eyes, which were closed in a state of sexual bliss, open wide as she looks down at Bill smiling up at her in total admiration. The look alone causes Mousey to totally erupt in a series of orgasms with Bill in a convulsing flow of fluids as they softly smile at each other in total mutual admiration. They realize there is nothing they cannot do together. 

As they slowly return to earth Mousey pulls up off Bill and with a bigger smile yet, "What?" 

"I am astounded by your total beauty as I realize you are making love to ME. I am the recipient of this gracious beauty and attention. How do I deserve this?" 

"Because you love me more than life itself. Remember? My heart is yours and yes, there is nothing we cannot do together." 

"So we do read each others minds!!" 

"Yes we do. You were thinking we need to make a shopping list then we need to redo our Bed Room." 

"Now that's scary mind reading to such fine detail." 

"You have been thinking about it every since I told you that you had to fill in the check with lots of zeros behind a big number." 

"I'm going to cash a check for ten million in the morning." 

"Grama didn't give you a check tonight?" 

"I have a drawer full of uncashed checks with no amount filled in over there. My banker will notify Grama's accountant who will notify Grama and she will finally be happy. She wants us to take he money before she dies and get it in our accounts. One million for you would not be too much for your first check. Both still wouldn't put a scratch in her account. She knows that was part of giving you the check tonight. She is also testing our communications with each other." 

"I can make a list of my College and living expenses sitting on the toilet and not waste your time with that. Let's start with our list of furs." 

"Yours or mine first?" 

"One of yours then one of mine. Your list is going to be longer than mine." 

"No way!! I'm going to see to it. I have been thinking of you in furs you cannot imagine plus ones to smother you in for making love." 

"That's not fair. Those would be our furs." 

"Well OK." 

They stay up in bed until three in the morning before collapsing from exhaustion and slept late the next morning. They were like five year olds making a Christmas list to Santa. 

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Mousey is nearly to the crest of her orgasm before she realizes it's not a dream as it comes crashing down upon her and she's convulsing in ecstasy. She slowly regains a sense of reality. 

"I'm going back to sleep so I can wake up like that again." 

"All the more opportunity to sit here and admire your beauty before being over come again with the overwhelming desire to make love to you asleep. You have no idea how incredible it is to watch your arousal and the unconscious smoothness you flow into our love making before consciousness dawns. You instinctively move into our act of passion with the smoothness and softness of Sable. This I know is our love for each other. I wake early by habit but I'm making sure to have the time to admire your sweet beauty with your peaceful serenity before we go about our day. Making love to you is sometimes a must for me because of the way I feel about you. You respond with such incredible quiet an graceful beautiful. I shiver with excitement during the day just thinking of you that way." 

"Now I feel completely loved and truly worshiped. There is no way I could possibly thank you for that." 

"Except to be with you and for us to forever be together. Dear Dr. Pavlov, I have this beautiful wife that I love passionately. What can I do to over come these uncontrollable urges I have for her? I am sorry William, there is nothing that can be done. You are hopelessly trapped in this cycle of salivating response to the object of you affection. Sincerely, Dr. Pavlov. Let's go to our banks and then fur shop. I need to make you even more desirable." 

We arrived at the Furrier and after living with Mousey's, her Mom's, furs it was not quite as overwhelming as it could have been. There were, of course, many more furs than even her closet. 

"What a concept. Unlimited purchasing at a Furrier!!" 

"I'm starting at the top of my list. A killer big dark Sable unlike any of Mother's." 

She settles on a magnificent dark brown Sable with very long, thick prime fur. The best of the best. Big and full with large cuffed sleeves and a large draping hood, Sable both sides. I nearly screw her in the Furrier. 

My first choice is made difficult by the fact that wearing a fur coat was never even a thought before last night's list making. Mousey motivated me with sexy talk about it. I finally choose a well tailored overcoat with notched collar in a whiskey colored Mink of astonishing quality. 

"It is not like we are going to be fur impoverished if we don't get all the furs today since your Mom's furs are not going away tomorrow." A few of her Mom's furs are, for all practical purposes, Mousey's since her Mom never wears them. I'm sure that can be negotiated. 

"So let's get just a few furs for wearing and then ones we know will have to be custom made. Most of mine are in that category." 

Her Mom has only one Chinchilla jacket that she never wore. Mousey 'owns' it and has always wanted more Chinchilla. She gets another hooded very full dolman sleeved ankle length Chinchilla coat which has been lightly dyed a golden brown. We will have fun with her in that. 

I then get a Dark mahogany Mink jacket with hood as well. It's full with a drawstring bottom and zippered. 

Next for Mousey is another Chinchilla. A ¾ length swing coat with a small roll collar and generous sleeves. 

I get another more tailored dark brown Beaver jacket with a standard notched collar. 

From there we focus first on the fur lined leather jackets that I want which I will most likely wear most of the time. I lay out my choices to the Furrier and as my measurements had already been taken for the altering of the others. I'm done for now.

Mousey doesn't get any more furs for daily wear so we focus on our fondling and love making furs all of which have to be custom made. These consists of Sable and Chinchilla spreads with Sheared Beaver second sides and large matching pillows. A two sided Crystal Island Fox and Arctic White Fox Cape as big as a spread and a two sided Sable and Chinchilla Cape of equal size. They're big enough to be very large on me. "Fitting" Mousey for sure. These we are eagerly anticipated. We only bring home the Sable and the two Chinchilla's Mousey had desired and dreamed of for so long and my two fur jackets. 

"Why didn't you take one of Grama's checks and get your own Chinchilla a long time ago?"

"The jealousy my Mom has over Grama and me made me so uncomfortable that I never felt cashing or using the checks was worth the heartache it would create." 

"I can see that." 

We certainly enjoy the new furs and Mousey was certainly correct about the Chinchilla. The first thing she does is to challenge me to hold on as she strokes my cock with it and see how long I can hold back before letting go. I'm shooting off in no time at all and I can barely feel it yet my tool responds with a 'mind' of its own. 

At her request I have her writhing and screaming with orgasm after orgasm very quickly. The following morning Mousey has Chinchilla dreams turning into ecstatic bliss and gasping orgasms on waking to Chinchilla fondling of her tits, vagina and the rest of her body. It is so soft there is no danger of waking her prematurely before she is way over the top. I think she was hoping and, literally dreaming of waking up to this. We both have Chinchilla dreams now. I'm revising my list for a Chinchilla overcoat for myself. I'm sure Mousey will approve.

Continued... 



Bill & Mousey Ch. 04



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Conclusion.

CHAPTER 9

The following Monday reality starts at the top. Grama introduces Jane and William to the Board of Directors. 

"Ladies and Gentlemen I want you to meet my new replacement as member of The Board of Directors, my Grand Daughter and sole heir, Jane. Also your new Chief Executive Officer, William Miller, Jane's husband. As you already know, with my demise, this Empire will remain a Family owned and operated Business. Do not be deceived by their youth. Jane is of my essence and William is of my soul. You will find them made of the same stern stuff as I am. They will lead you as their own persons in ways I have been incapable of or simply did not know about. Are there any questions?" Breathless silence. 

We are both in Executive Dark Blue. Jane's suite is with a knee length skirt. She did wear her new breathtaking dark Sable coat but not into the Board Room. Those that did see her with it on as we came in to the Offices, nearly fell to their knees as before a queen. This is my wife!! 

In the Board Room 'The Mother of Them All' informed them that they had a new much younger Mother. She didn't have to tell them she was totally gorgeous. That was for all to see. We each gave simple introductory speeches, first Jane and then me. All applauded, hand shaking and introductions all around. From Grama's preparations for us I felt as though I knew them all personally. 

On the way back home we made out in the rear of the Limousine. Executive privileges. Aside from her super Sable and her being incredibly arousing and exciting it will, no doubt, get back that the new Director and the CEO made out like minks in the limo. There will be no divide and conquer in this Empire. Her new Sable over her suit is an incredible turn on. We screwed without so much as making a wrinkle in our suites. We hope there is a clear perception throughout the company where it is headed and who is in control. Spare us those "Dallas" intrigues. 

That evening we had Dinner at Grama's. Mousey was back in her happy coat with the white silk dress. 

"I see you approve of today's activities?" 

"Yes Grama, but that is not the main source of my/our happiness. It is no single event announcement or single idea other than Bill and I are so incredibly in love in ways that are continually unfolding and that we encounter nearly moment by moment. Our happiness is sometimes overwhelming. Last night was such a moment in the middle of making love. Our bodies could barely contain the joy and passion we have for each other and it was hard to feel any separation between us, as though we were one. I don't mean to be so detailed and descriptive of our intimate moments but I don't know how else to tell you." 

"This is a pleasure to hear and makes the trip to the grave joyful knowing that I am, at least, partially responsible for such happiness. I have given you both everything I have and I wish I could give it ten fold as such love deserves to be rewarded." 

"We are not asking for anything and I know that is not what you are saying it is just that you are the one person that can truly understand and appreciate our joy and I had to tell someone. My heart is about to explode." Mousey is in Bill's embrace as she talks. 

"Your love and passion for each other is clear for all to see. It's already transforming the Company without any effort on my part. Such indiscretion!! The Director of the Board and the CEO making out in the Company Limousine? You too surprise me! Such incredible and intuitive directing. See, I could never have done anything nearly so swift. Congratulations on your first successful Company decree. The message has been received in the most forthright and powerful manner possible and I am sure you enjoyed every moment." 

"Yes,Grama we did." 

"That is what I was telling you. As I said the message is a big one with many parts that you two don't yet fully understand and I know you understood much of it in the moment. It makes future actions so much easier. Creative ideas will have fertile ground to grow, pun fully intended of course and I am sure you two are making plans. The saddest thing is that I will not see my Great great grandchild. That would have been the final gift." 

"We don't know that for sure. We have not been trying but Mousey isn't on any contraception either." 

"I haven't missed a period yet is what Bill is trying to say. We are literally letting nature take its course. We never talked about it but we never said no. It's one of those tacit agreements. It's certainly not for lack of opportunity for the little critters. We make love, several times a day as you might have guessed and we understand the consequences of our actions of course." 

"I think one of our first actions is to investigate Child Care for our employees. I think that would do a lot for company moral and capturing top people. There are a few other Companies doing it." 

"See how smart you two are? This is a brilliant idea and would fit into company policy very smoothly." 

"Though we can afford private care, having our child cared for when we are at work by the same people would certainly be convenient but good policy as well." 

"I really don't have much to teach you two. You are educating me now." 

"You do need to go over the relationship with the board and the CEO so that we have a clear and defined situation in our minds." 

"Reading the Corporate Documents will give you the defined roles but I will spend some time telling you cases and situations I have dealt with over the years." 

"I'm sure that will be extremely helpful." 

"Your choice to wear your new Sable was an excellent choice. Acting like the Queen is a very important message as well. You were appropriately worshiped. The ultimate Power Suite. William you were very skillful and though you will be tested you are starting off with a very strong image. I'm also glad you got my message through William to cash some of those checks in your drawer. Thank you William however you did it." 

"I think this is the first time Mousey has been shamed into anything." 

"He's right Grama. With Bill's help and ear bending I figured it out finally. I was avoiding the jealousy problem but with Bill in the picture all the relationships have shifted and I no longer feel constrained." 

"Bravo for you both. You have passed the ultimate Get the Message test. I can put my mind totally at ease now." 

The next few weeks are spent other than Classes evaluating our "jobs" and getting to know the key management and personnel critical to the operation of the Companies. Everyone is surprisingly friendly and cooperative. Mousey and I gradually shift from Uniform blue suites to more casual attire. Everyone else is always in Corporate ready attire. We show up some days dressed to kill. We don't want folks to get too use to us in casual. Mousey, as usual, always is in fur regardless of how casual she is. 

I begin wearing the few furs I now have on every third or fourth day and when in uniform. At first the guys were taken aback but some of the women actually swooned. I can tell Mousey has an unexpected touch of jealousy. She remarked on it and said she only had herself to blame. It did set a tone and what with the Sable-in-the-Limo event folks are definitely off their normal game around us. We will soon have our confidants who will give us the inside skinny. 

CHAPTER 10

Our custom furs finally are ready and were delivered. We go to another level of fur fondling and love making in the furs. The new spreads and capes do their assigned jobs and take us far far beyond our expectations. Having both our entire bodies engulfed in Chinchilla and Sable is otherworldly. Wearing the capes as we make love in the super sensuous spreads surrounded and supported by the equally wonderful pillows is heavenly at the least. It makes Mousey's experimentation's with the Kamasutra much easier and far more effective. I thought I was going to have to call 911 the following morning when she awoke to her furgasm. She's constantly in an orgasmic convulsion. We spend longer than usual with the following intercourse and are late to class. 

I'm still at it in my mind nearly all the class. A few of my fur lined leather jackets are delivered as well. I wear the Lynx lined tan suede jacket with integral hood. I'm definitely eyed on campus but when we get to the office I look back as we are walking through the open office areas to find a female entourage following with questions about this and that. Mousey nearly breaks up laughing. 

"Your fan club?" Since I'm a Ball Player and athlete and all know I'm making it with my wife, what a concept, questions of being a pansy ass or such comments are to a minimum if at all. The guys are trying to figure out where they stand with the new CEO and Stock Holder to be too concerned about our attire, though it certainly sets a tone. There are a couple of men and women who seem to be genuinely cooperative and proactive with some creative suggestions. Maybe the core of a new policy group.

Mousey begins testing the water by wearing her old baggy print dresses to the office. She still wears fur as the day I first met her. Is she reminding me of something? She alternates this with a silk dress and then to a tailored suit. She has begun to acquire a wardrobe of suites and slacks which she had never worn before with all the accessories. She is a natural beauty and still avoids makeup. We don't hide our affection for each other at the office and frequently touch and hug each other. We occasionally kiss. Not passionately but more than a peck on the cheek. Folks are just going to have to get use to that. 

When I drop by the Furrier to pick up a couple of my new fur lined jackets I had a warm and sexually exciting image of Mousey in a fur lined suede jacket with elaborate folk art embroidered and stitch pattern designs on the suede in a rough cut Folk styling. I discussed it with the furrier and we came up with a couple of very fine designs for her. They have someone who is very artful with embroidery and stitchery. I am looking forward to the surprise. Mousey has been claiming the furs of her Mom's that she wants and since the Mausoleum is going to be gifted in the near future she has been tagging and having the staff pack her Mom's things that will be moved to a yet to be determined location. Aside from the furs, clothes and books Mousey and I have little to move. 

Grama has a Guest Apartment over the Carriage House behind her house and we are going to propose that as a move for us. We have had a contractor friend of mine look at the appropriate modifications for such a move. 

We can utilize Grama's maid and handyman for the little housekeeping we will need with one additional male "maid" from the Mausoleum to help Grama. Moving around for her is becoming increasingly difficult. 

Several will be reemployed at the office as our aids and a chef for the Executive Offices and Grama's. Building and Yard Maintenance staff will be retained until the house has been dealt with. Since we actually only occupied three rooms at the Mausoleum we will not be inconvenienced in the least and the feeling of dread will be out of our life. We proposed this to Grama. 

"Why haven't you done it already?" 

We moved in two weeks later after the modifications were done. We had a new bed made that has raised, cushioned, fur lined sides and is, indeed, womb like with the new furs draped and spread out with cushions in place. The other furnishings are all to our liking and quite comfortable. The suede leather couch with furs is going to be our favorite place when not in bed. 

The apartment is the size of a small house. There is a small Kitchen next to the generous Living Room and it's complete with a Fireplace. Closets in the eaves larger than the Bed Room and all we really need. 

Grama got in touch with her Daughter and told her to find a place in Paris to live as she's the new European Executive Director. This we collectively agreed to possibly giving her greater feelings of worth. She much prefers Europe anyway and was not upset at all. We shipped her furs and some other things she said she wanted to keep and she has Business and personal expense accounts to replace or expand her fur collection. We then went about the task of Donating the Mausoleum to a worthy cause. 

Most evenings we have Dinner with Grama. She not only loves having us there but loves our choices and the Apartment. Sometimes Dinner in our Apartment and sometimes I cook for us. She spends time visiting with us and it's a very pleasant and relaxing time. 

"You two have created quite the love nest and it emanates wonderful warm and passionate love. It makes me feel warm and young again myself. Your impact on the company is already having quite an effect. There are a few individuals that you have singled out to create a team. Very good choices. William, you would most likely have succeeded quite well at a Restaurant or what ever you had chosen." 

"It doesn't surprise me that you know every breath we take there. Do you have any other individuals you might suggest?" She hands Mousey a list. 

"I don't mean to interfere but you may want to talk with these folks. You may not hit it off with any of them but they have been excellent and reliable to me in the past." 

"We have been gathering individuals and making contacts from person to person getting to know them along the way. Any step to other reliable sources and help is exactly what we need at this point. We have also decided not to follow the Company hierarchy in our choices. It's upsetting a few of the older employees but it's motivating others all the way to the bottom. Your list may help to smooth over some ruffled feathers. We are pushing innovation and creative thinking as the primary Company asset." 

"The two of you are doing an incredible job going directly from the College classroom to the Board Room of an F500. You have already exceeded my wildest expectations and are moving rapidly beyond that. The fact that your love can actually thrive in this pressure cooker speaks volumes to your true character. I am very appreciative also of the care and attention you have showered on me. Making the decision to move here is appreciated more than you can know." 

"Not that you didn't do an incredible job but it was your Company and now we have to make it ours. We can't just lip service what you did and I don't think that is what you want us to do." 

"You have totally gotten my message and it's good for you to take control so firmly." 

"Getting out of the Mausoleum has been a major psychological improvement in our lives as well." 

CHAPTER 11

Friday I stopped by the Furrier and picked up the fur lined suede coats for Mousey. That evening we were on our new couch making out like teenagers that we were only a few short years ago when I finally had Mousey totally nude. I pulled out a wide Chinchilla sash/blindfold and told her to stay sitting up in the couch, that I had a surprise for her. I brought out the first which is a Lynx lined dark brown suede coat with tan, red, maroon, green and white embroidery and an integral Lynx lined hood. I slipped it over her nude body as she twitched and shivered with the sensations, lightly sighing. As I removed the blindfold she gasped with excitement hugging herself in the soft fur and suede, stroking her tits with it and jumping up and down in the couch. 

"It is absolutely gorgeous. The detailing is incredible." She then proceeded to ravage me with thanks. "It is the loveliest fur I own. How did you think of this?" 

"It just popped into my head as I was picking up my fur lined jackets the other day. It was confirmed by your response to my wearing them. Blindfold time again. I just had these visions of you like this." I put the blindfold back on her fondling her for a moment in the Lynx before going for the full length golden Sable lined tan lambskin leather also with integral hood, red and yellow embroidery. 

I slipped the Lynx off as she sighed in disappointment and then slowly slid the Sable on her. She slipped into an ecstatic state of sighing and immediate tit and crotch fondling with the Sable. I didn't remove the blindfold immediately. She laid back against the couch back as she floated in this state for a few moments. I fondled her legs and stomach with another Sable also pulled up the Sable hood over her head and smothered her face in Sable. She was drifting into an orgasm which I encouraged with the Sable around her stomach sliding it down into her vagina. Mousey quivered with a smooth soft and sustained orgasm. She has been doing that lately and I wonder if she is controlling it somehow or? I removed the blindfold after her orgasm and she wrapped her arms around me kissing and fondling me with the Sable. I was suddenly on my back with my cock in her mouth and Sable all over the general area as she sucked my essence long and smoothly to the last drop. 

"These are show stoppers. Having the fur inside is heavenly and even in the arms. I love the furry cuffs and how the fur on both sort of "erupts" from inside the coat all around the edges and the cuffs. These are the finest furs I own now, well for wearing in public anyway and with the new dark Sable I love so much. The embroidered artwork is fabulous. I understand why you chose to get the fur lined jackets now." 

"You're incredible in them and I'm so glad I got them for you." 

I come home after Mousey the next evening to see her reclining on the couch in front of a nice fire with candle light. She has only the new Sable lined coat with her beauty on display welcoming me home. A new level of intimacy and communication I quickly comply with. We sit together and enjoy our slow and beautiful evening together. Though we have intercourse only once that evening it will be one of the most memorable evenings of my life. We touch, slowly fondle and kiss with the softest but most passionate and loving way that we have to now. The warmth and love we have is boundless.

Her hair is getting longer and extremely nice now that I have been shampooing her on a regular basis using conditioners and brushing it. Her natural waves are responding very well to this. Since it's so much thicker I started to do some simple and very classic things such as bradding it in a single fat braid. That was when she got stopped in the office for the first, "are you lost little girl", comments. She's wearing one of her antique frilly dresses, work boots, beat up bowler hat and a blond mink lined denim jacket at the time. After several of these challenges the word was out that, "If you see a young girl running around the office dressed funny and wearing an incredible fur she is your boss". 

This becomes confusing in the coming days as many of the women begin wearing furs of various types in the office. Shortly after that some of the men take up my fur lined jacket in style imitation. We, of course, do nothing to halt this new trend. We begin to notice a markedly lower tension level throughout the office in the following days. As I heard said once, "Crap rolls down from the top". Let's hope goodness does as well and maybe this is an example.

Our screwing in the Company Limo got back to us recently without our identity attached as a positive image comment from a competitor. "I sure wish my bosses were that cool". We don't care what their bosses think. Their employee's opinions, however, are very important to us. We have begun to transform the Company into our image. Our Core Committee has begun to disseminate new policies which they have formulated under our guidance, Company wide now with strongly favorable employee response. The Core Committee members, to the person, wear fur now and not coercively but one and two at a time with the women first. Imitation is the finest form of complement. 




Bill & Mousey Ch. 04



As this began to happen Mousey was clearly motivated as the Leader and trend setter. Her furs and fashion consciousness take on new meaning and creativity for her. Myself as well. Weather we like it or not we have become the Company image and our Employees are pro actively following our lead. There never was a Company Dress Code, thanks to the wisdom of Grama, but we did, both by example and finally by Executive "Leaks" let it be known that Tasteful Casual is acceptable alternative to the Executive Straight Suite. Suites are appropriate for "Formal" occasions. Those occasions were also "Leaked". A further lowering of tensions was immediately apparent. 

It wasn't long after that, a few weeks, when we begin to appear in the Hot News columns of a few more forward thinking Fashion Magazines. Several shots of us on Campus, at The Veranda and at the Symphony appeared. We have become most peculiar Celebrities next to the photos of the Hilton girls. 

"And believe it or not they are passionate over each other. It is rumored they make out in the company Limo! How long will it last?" It was anonymously posted on the Company Bulletin Boards and it remains. The level of creative development quadrupled throughout The Company. 

Mousey and I agreed that with this "Free" Advertising of The Company that we will casually make ourselves "available" much as other Professional Celebrities do to be photographed. We'll never replace Madonna, Nicole Kidman, Tom Cruse or Keanu Reeves but what the hell, it's good for business. 

The Fashion Magazine that had the news flash contacted Mousey for a photo session where they wanted her to bring her favorite furs and "unique" fashions. With some reluctance and encouragement from Grama and me she accepted. She wore some of her funky outfits under the furs much as when I first met her. They were dynamite pictures and not just because she is my wife. 

The day of hitting the news stand our stock jumps 2% and doesn't drop as it does after transitory news in the afternoon or the next day. It stays up. Mousey's pictures from the magazine are all over the office with computer generated text below such as "Our Leader" and "Queen Jane". The pride is palpable and Mousey receives complements as she walks down the hall. Mousey blushes and says thank you. The Loyalty Factor is off the scale. A shot of our Carriage House quarters was included in the article and well quoted remarks by Mousey as to the new Company Policies. If anyone had any doubts as to the direction of The Company they're certainly clear now. 

CHAPTER 12

We were both late, arriving home separately for Dinner with Grama which we do most evenings now and getting much praise from her for our accomplishments. 

"You see, these are things that were not available to me even if, from the most cynical perspective, I had wanted to do them. With you two it is a results of the footprints you leave behind like the Limo make out. I'm sure your passion was first as it should be." 

"Grama, speaking of passion ... I'm pregnant." Long breathless pause as this is news to me as well. I throw my arms around her, wildly kissing her. She knows my approval. "You can't die. At least in the next nine months." 

"I am speechless for the first time in my life and overwhelmed with joy." I just found out an hour ago. I missed a period as I have done before I met Bill but I checked right away with the Doctor and all is positive. 

"You're OK now?" 

"Yes, I'm overcome with joy." 

"A more loving home could not be found for this child of yours and I am overwhelmed with happiness for you. It is the crowning event of my life." Grama says clearly elated.

When we get back to our place we begin to talk of how we're going to handle the news and how we're going to handle raising the baby. We're not going to hand him/her off to a Nanny. Maybe latter as a helper but not as primary care. We're going to raise this child and for the first six months the baby will never be from our sight and immediate presence. 

We continue making love but with new depth of feeling and long moments of sitting and looking at each other with admiration and moving back into passionate love making again. Just the looks we exchanged when we we're not locked in an embrace are longing and loving looks. Love birds to a fault. The pregnant pause takes on its full meaning. 

Grama isn't getting any better but she is stubbornly hanging in there and not complaining in the least. She is, in fact, continuing to contribute as much of her knowledge and experiences as she can. We continue to encourage and thank her for imparting this knowledge. Mousey and I also continue to make love to each other although as she begins to show more prominently I had to do more of the work. I didn't mind this at all and the nature of our relationship actually fosters this caring role I was beginning to take on. I think they call it becoming a Father. 

The same Fashion magazine contacts Mousey when she's eight months pregnant and want to do another shoot. Mousey is understandably circumspect, not feeling at all attractive. In fact that's taking all my persuasion to convince her that she's far more beautiful than ever. She finally relents. The magazine pictures were magnificent showing her fully pregnant. Not since Demi Moore's nude pregnant pictures has there been such a stir. They're masterful shots showing her pregnant and glow to her fullest radiance. 

They're a readership hit. Around the office the Queen is with child and everyone is in anticipation. Mousey continues to come in for work. She's remarkably strong and healthy. 

"Any distraction from my condition is a good thing to do. You're so good to me and I feel so ugly. I never had feelings about that before and just when I stared to feel sexy and attractive this happens." 

"You are beyond reasoning so I'll just keep letting you know I love you." Grama is still hanging in there but is showing clear signs of failing. Walking needs assistance and she just doesn't have the strength most of the time to walk at all. Most of our spare time is spent with her. 

Mousey and I finally graduate and we don't make much of it though my parents come to town for the ceremonies and they also spent some time with Grama. Mousey's Mom finally comes back from Europe at Mousey's insistence. Even though she still didn't spend much time with her mother, Grama. My Mom spends a lot of time with Mousey talking about child birth and motherhood. Mousey's mom seems disinterested in her pregnancy. Ironic that my Mom and Mousey are becoming so close.

A rush to the Hospital and, you guessed it, a girl. Seven plus pounds and very healthy as is Mousey. 

Baby is like a Lamprey on a shark. It spends practically twenty four from one tit to the other for the first few days. I'm starting to get very jealous. She's home in a few days. Grama and my parents fawning over the baby and Mousey gets a chance to rest. She simply collapses in my arms and falls asleep. So much for sex and sexy for a bit. She must be exhausted after what she has gone through. I'm tired just consoling and attending to her. 

My parents finally realize the significance of the furs and collectively freak out. 

"I didn't have a clue I loved them so much until I met Mousey. You can see she's not some kind of freak or pervert and I haven't really changed other than my deep love for Mousey and now our child." 

They didn't disown me or turn against Mousey but it takes them a while to adjust and realize it's not perverted. In fact when Mousey began to recover and return to normal my parents pretty much set it aside. 

Since Grama made it to see her Great Grand Daughter she lets go and slid quickly, like she had held on by shear force of will which is the one nice thing her Daughter said about her. In a few days we were in her Bed Room holding her hand as she let go of live itself. She had all her last wishes fulfilled.

While the Funeral was simple it was huge from the crush of the number of mourners. More loved her than we realized. Many very prominent people were there. We became the focus of the mourners for their condolences as she had so clearly indicated her commitment to us. Mousey's Mom was there and addressed but she showed no apparent depth of grief what so ever. It was as if my own Grandmother had died again for me. Mousey was totally grief stricken of course.

CHAPTER 13

We dove back into or jobs full time now with baby in tow. We have baby slings and switch off carrying and caring for Grace. She's the model baby. She slept a lot anywhere under any circumstances like in a Board Meeting or working at our computer. Baby in basket by our side. We're sticking behind our choice and Grace is being most gracious and accommodating. 

About a week after the Funeral Mousey begins recovering from her blue funk, I was in a funk as well, she comes to bed and puts Grace in the corner at the foot of the bed against the side bolster after feeding her. Grace promptly goes to sleep. 

Mousey poured on the passion with total wanton abandon as I have never experienced before. She goes at me and I respond in kind immediately. We're ravaging each other with all the passion we can muster. Grace is quietly sleeping through this the whole time and doesn't wake until her 3AM feeding. Since she is in the bed with us and her snack counter is on Mousey's chest, feeding barely wakes us. We cradle her in fur next to Mousey and Mousey usually falls asleep while Grace is still sucking. I'll stay awake a little, admiring the two quiet and beautiful forms beside me. Then to lay Grace back in the bed between us and we fall back to sleep. Grace usually wakes us laughing wanting more of Mothers marvelous milk in the morning. 

Grace is raised in the furs and is a very peaceful child. She continues to sleep with us. It's a very big bed. Our sexual activities continued from there to grow and develop. The feeling of total emotional completeness is confirmation of our choice to raise Grace in this manner. I am sure part of the calmness that she exhibits is due to this closeness and feeling of love, security and comfort. 

Mousey and I were both afraid that the baby and the death of Grama converging and how differently she felt when pregnant was going to put our sex life in the crapper but horniness overrode any psychological hang ups we were having, driving us back into each others arms. There is a feeling of completeness now greater than before.

We have not moved out of the Carriage House yet. We have started to do some necessary remodeling to Grama's house for our eventually moving in though. The soon to be tootler will be demanding more space. Other space requirements are beginning to be felt also but Mousey and I have decided we're going to leave the Carriage house as is for a while in case we feel the need to crawl back into the womb as an escape. Even though Grama's house is not big by any standard the Carriage House is much more intimate. We call it our Love Cottage now. 

I'm sure we will meet and have equally traumatic challenges in the future but dealing with all this and continuing to run The Company, I think, tells us that we can move on to the future with confidence. 

Grama said a few things days before dying that are certainly words for living by. "You have committed to the business as a life's commitment for the betterment of others, not just a source of wealth to squander. This will lead you both to creative challenges and accomplishments which will go so far passed my very best efforts as to put me to shame. You love each other with such deep and abiding love as to sweep away obstacles before you. This is the best epitaph I could ever hope for." 

Mousey and I have, indeed, take the work seriously shaping The Company into a major competitor in areas previously not considered. Our products and services are now considered cutting edge and we continue to "Invest" in the intelligence and creativity of our employees. They continue to work diligently and pro actively. They are generously rewarded for their efforts. We began to take on our own personal, totally new ideas in The Company forming new divisions for totally new products and services. This and the other innovations company wide is what pushes us into a leading position of an old company transforming itself to meet the needs of a new world.

It wasn't long after that I convinced my parents to move near us. It wasn't like I couldn't help them relocate. They will miss friends and Dad will need to relocate his business as well but that I helped him do and Mom is actually much happier here. She has begun to wear fur after being with Mousey for a while. Mousey loves my Mom. 

"Your mom is so much more to me now than my own Mom. I can talk with her any time and she's so much more emotionally in touch with things and with me. I see you in her and her in you and I know now more fully why I love you." 

Dad's business grows larger than before and he seems a lot happier these days as well. We see Mousey's mom once or twice a year now and usually due to Company conferences or when we make the rare trip to Europe for a vacation. That is usually music related for a music festival or such. We do a bit of sightseeing. 

The Celebrity magazines continue to follow us but they don't find us at the Italian and Swiss resorts with all the other Celebs and wealthy. We are to be found when we go skiing at Banff, Grouse Mountain, Crystal Mountain, Mount Hood and other "Backwater" Ski slopes where the real folks and our friends are. We hike and camp in those areas as well. If they want to find us they have to rough it. They Editorially complain about that and take shots at us whenever they get a chance. 

The Fashion Magazine that did the first shoot on Mousey called for a follow up and baby pictures. Mousey actually has grown to like them by now as they have been so nice. They are very up style and in with the new fashion trends and trend setters but very personable at the same time. They have our exclusives as a reward. We have made several product announcements in their pages that were not at all fashion related. They dropped into my office at Mousey's suggestion and did an interview with me plus a few shots. I looked much better than I thought I did but the pros can do that if motivated. 

They were so kind as to include two Memorial pictures of Grama when she took over The Company as a young woman of 24 and one at 90 both in Sable. It is remarkable how much Mousey resembles Grama as a young woman and I think the Editors recognized that. We made the announcement of the start of our new energy efficient Lighting Division which Mousey oversees and handles the design consulting. Again, not fashion related but the magazine made it a front page header as a young woman in innovative development and manufacturing. The spread was very nice indeed and or comments were scrupulously in context. Grace was in it of course with the finest baby with mother shots one could ever want. Grace seemed to relish the attention. Big baby smiles nestled in Mousey's big Sable. 

Mousey gets a lot of fan mail now and it is mostly from normal folks and young girls asking career advice and how to improve their love life as strong women. She tries to answer as much as possible, however short, herself.