Between Friends
I, DarkFallenFox, hereby give to you, the reader, a once-in-a-lifetime event! A short story for the simple purpose of being semi-yiffy! I say "semi" because there is actually more subtle description than actual straight-up yiffing. So, I hope that you enjoy this story, and may the towel be with you! (You might actually need it.)
"Oh, yes... Don't stop!" a young woman whispered out between stifled moans.
There was no answer, but simple grunts and quick motions coming from the area between her spread legs. Her face was plastered with raw and unabashed bliss. Eyes closed, nails sinking deeper and deeper into the bedspread, every single inch of her shaking with excitement; yes, this was her moment. Her time for happiness. Her time for climax.
"I'm gonna... gonna..."
After her screams calmed to low rumbles within her throat, the shadow from betwixt her legs lifted. The girl was panting heavily, tongue lolling madly. Her eyes were now open and clearly staring off into another world. As she attempted to focus her eyes together, she blinked up at the figure now kneeling on top of her, a voice came into her ears, "If you thought that was good, just you wait. It gets much better."
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It was true that the two lovers had a relationship other than just sex, but it was brief and far between. Both parties had time-consuming jobs and little real relationship backgrounds to support any kind of formal ties. For now, it was just sex with a little love in between.
"Hey Carol, what do you want to do tonight?" a soft voice asked. For being thirty-five, he looked only half of it. His features were chiseled and defined, and his skill in bed just as precise. With his caring hazel eyes, he could have made any girl's heart melt in an instant. But, he saved himself all for one girl. It was no secret that he was the perfect example of what a badger should be, at least, to Carol he was.
"I think you might be able to guess. Tonight's the big night, Dan."
Carol was, if one could be so rude as to compare, the equivalent of Aphrodite incarnate to Dan. Each curve on her voluptuous body only accented another, making her first impression to be of a true Romanesque deity. That wasn't far from the truth as far as appearance went, but she kept that fact hidden beneath layers of baggy clothes. At only twenty-nine, the feline's choice of loose-fitting pants and blouses hindered what could have been a high standing in the social ladder, not that she cared.
Between the both of them, there was nothing better. From the cool sexual prowess of a man, to the vicarious fixation of romanticism of a woman, they had perfection in motion. Or, what could have been perfection, if they would have taken the jump from 'friends with benefits' to a full-fledged couple. Which, surprisingly, was just about to happen, if that could be said without too much foreshadowing.
"Oh, really? It's been so long that I forgot 'bout how long it's been," spoke Dan in a melodious fashion as his sarcasm intertwined with his tune. The true fact was that four weeks ago, the two had made an agreement to let Carol have some time to heal up after one largely overdone night of 'friendly playtime' as they so enjoyed voicing it to their friends.
There's no surprise in learning that alcohol has a tendency to cause many problems for anyone involved or near where it is being consumed. This was the case for these two. In two shots of raspberry vodka and a screwdriver's time, what Carol would have sensed as pain, was washed away with the inebriation of knowing Dan was forcing himself repeatedly into her for the first time.
It wasn't that Dan was overly large for a badger, nor Carol tight for a calico cat. No, it was simply mixing the two average-sized species together that, with comparative size differences, a clash was bound to happen. And with that clash, a certain woman waking up with more than just her head splitting.
"Yes, well, for some of us oral just isn't enough to appease our immense appetites," the feline retorted. "And we would greatly appreciate it if a certain someone would be slightly more gentle than before. It was rather embarrassing to explain to the doctor that 'We got a bit too rough.'"
"And since when has there been more than one of you? If I do recall, there was only one set of lungs screaming out in ecstacy, and only one pair of paws scratching the back of my head for the past some-odd weeks. Unless you've got some friends who would care to join in on our fun time..." his voice slowly trailed off as he peered around the room in search of hidden visitors to their little expose. Not entertained in the slightest by the thought of someone watching what he considered intimate and very private, he hoped that she was joking.
Carol's smile widened with the devious thoughts that came to mind. No, there was no one else in the room other than she and Dan, but what an exciting thought that was. "No, but I do tend to enjoy speaking in the third person. It adds flavor to a conversation. But, can we get back to the topic at hand?"
Her eyes dropped to follow two paws delicately lifting the hem of her blouse up and over her head, and down to the floor, revealing a taught sports bra as the only barrier between Dan and her perfectly formed bosom. As if following along with a deaf ballad, Carol took to slowly and teasingly removing the jeans two sizes too large. To her, she only unlatched her belt and the pants fell to the carpeted floor with a faint rustle, but to Dan, it was an exotic dance performed only for his eyes.
Now, with only two articles left to tamper with in his own political scandal, it was his turn to perform. Without the grace and delicacy of his counterpart, he coordinated his urban-styled baggy jeans to fall in time with his plain t-shirt as it floated to the ground. Simplicity for the two seemed to be more than just a common courtesy, but a trend. One in boxers, the other in anti-risque lingerie, both looked like models for The Common Man magazine, if one such magazine did exist.
With incentive and initiative ruling her mind, Carol took the first move, right to the edge of the bed. The room accented the simplicity theme that was bounding throughout every nook and cranny of the two friends' lifestyles. White walls, beige carpet, matching drapes, bedspread, and even bathroom accents two doors down from the bedroom. It would have only been appropriate if Carol and Dan had worn equally beige underwear but, alas, tonight that was not the case.
Dan found himself gliding toward the bed, with a strangely softer step than he usually carried. Carol had all but gone spread-eagle on her back, with only her head tilted up to glance as her benefitted friend enclosed in on her personal space, not that she wanted to have her space be personal when around Dan. A slow increase in temperature between the two bodies gave evidence that a mutual excitement was running rampant, almost giving the beige and white surroundings a faint glow about them.
The promiscuous thoughts that filled both Dan and Carol's minds began to show in their facial expressions, both giving away ideas and intentions before a single move was made. But it was Dan who filled the role of aggressor and moved in first, filling in the vacancy next to Carol with somewhat more than he had traveled with five hours prior at his occupancy. The temperature wasn't the only thing to start to rise as his boxers quickly filled out to the protrusion he was still contemplating not performing with for fear of another doctor's bill.
Carol, on the other hand, would have none of his slow and tedious second thoughts. She came leaning in further to fill the small gap left between their precariously unsteady heads and invoked almost enchanting words into Dan's ear. "Don't worry. I'll be just fine this time as you and I now confide in one another's gentle smothers of love and devotion with all the emotion we can possibly imagine." Each word melodic and fluent with some undefined hymn that only she knew at heart, the effect was immediate. Dan, now under the influence of the reassurances of his partner, could only begin to place kisses on the edge of Carol's adjacent earlobe, knowing it's dangerously arousing effect it had on her.
Carol, under the influence of a quickening pulse and a stimulating sensation from her center of pleasure, could only restrain herself as her buttons were being pushed, her susceptible nature giving away everything she liked and not. Dan could withhold himself slightly better than she, being able to easily keep only a smile on his face at the advances his friend always took when he did all the right things.
Without even being conscious to what their paws were doing, the continued to lay with each other. Dan's lips pressing against Carol's ear, her rising mumbles and muscle spasms throughout her hips, all of it was adding up to what they had been waiting for over the past four weeks; the quintessential moment of question that had been swimming throughout both their minds over and over again.
As if by the most basic of instincts, the remaining pieces of cloth protection were shed, and they stared into each other's eyes at first, but then started examining the naked body each was presented with out of a sensual curiosity. Carol's mounds were pert and firm, begging for someone-anyone-to show them attention and affection. And, if one were to spy lower, as Dan did so with much enjoyment, one would find that her arousal was at it's peak. Everything was in it's right place and waiting to be ravaged by the nearest stimulant solid enough to cause penetration. Just as interesting, yet with a lesser count of parts to be mentioned with the greatest of detail, Dan found himself wanting to resume his newfound routine of finding her moistened, and practically glistening, pedals and pleasuring her orally. Carol, when she noticed his intentions of moving his upper body in the stead of his lower, quickly motioned to correct his posture.
"Dan, it's going to be okay. We just have to take it slow and be careful. Trust me, I want this... badly." her soft, quivering voice ended in almost desperation. Sure, in her mind Dan's tongue drifting over her most precious parts was blissful, but she wanted to be taken by what God had intended to be used in her situation.
No further words were spoken, but a mutual meeting of eyes and nods spoke for them. Incentives were strong, and hopes that all would be as Carol said were emanating from both she and he. Dan moved closer. Carol looked into his eyes with a soft smile, slowly moving a graceful paw to help aid in targeting the valley to dive bomb into. Half in a stupor, half wanting to pull away and do anything else-even just cuddle. Dan let himself fall under the delicate touch of his lover, if she could be called as such.
With a deep breath, they began. As they touched, Carol flinched. Dan stopped at the doorway and focused all of the attention he could half-mindedly muster to her fluttering eyelashes and calming rasps of breath. "Sorry," she uttered, "I'm still just a little nervous about going through with this."
"We don't have to if you're not completely ready," Dan replied swiftly. In truth, he wanted to. He wanted to take her for the first time (while cognitive at least), but he didn't want to force himself on her. No, he wouldn't have himself make the same mistake twice with her. She was special to him.
"Please," the desperation came back into her voice, "I want to. I promise that I want to do this. I want this more than anything Dan." She extended a paw to his cheek and gave a faint smile, giving him the cue to continue what she failed to start.
With some resistance, Dan found himself actually entering Carol's quivering privates. The applied pressure he felt as, millimeter by millimeter, he pressed further was more than he remembered, of what he actually did remember of their first time. And the expression of mixed sensations on Carol's face, her eyes closed tight and her canines sinking deeper into her lower lip, only hindered him further from going faster than one nanometer per hour.
She was well enough lubricated by her own excitement that it wasn't a matter of friction that was getting to her, but just the same God-awful stretching that she found herself being tortured by. If Dan would have had his way, they would have been practicing expanding her during their time off, but she would have had nothing of the sort. "I want you to be the only thing that goes in me, Dan." she had said. Through the twinge regret she was feeling now she kept her best pleasured face she could.
"Carol, I-I'm in. How do y-you feel?" Dan asked, his words slurred by a trembling voice.
Smiling past the pain, she bobbed her head once, as it was all she wanted to do, so as not to move anything lower than her neck. "I'm... fine. Just, please, take it slow."
The next deciding minutes were the slowest in both their lives, but, slowly and carefully, Dan started to move himself within Carol. It took more than a split second-actually more than the first minutes-for the pain to begin to subside. Dan unconsciously noticed that Carol had actually started to purr between her moans, which seemed to be moving more from being uncomfortable to being pleasureful. Both took into account that, by the normal function of the feline reproductive canal, she would actually start to stretch out to accommodate, though really for childbirth, Dan's own instrument of reproduction.
So, there they were, finally making love like they had wanted to; not under the influence and fully aware of every sensation. But, as Dan slowly started to realize, the pleasure involved with love-making did come to an explosive conclusion. "Carol... I think... that I'm... about to..."
She refused to let him finish, knowing already that he was nearing his climax. Carol had already gone through a few smaller orgasms, after her pain-to-pleasure ordeal ended, but was speeding along to one final peak. "I know... Me too... Just keep going... I want this..."
In the next minute, to be exact, they both gave in to their primal lusts and fought against their equal endings with vigor. But both lost out and found themselves on new plains of raw, unfiltered, undeniable pleasure. Erupting with a newfound masculine power, Dan barely was able to hold himself up above Carol, and she, on a completely different planet, writhed about under him. Finally, as the two gradually lost their states of dumbfound euphoria and were able to bring their respective eyes together to focus on each other.
They remained together, connected in what would become more than just a "friends with benefits" relationship, until Dan finally wasn't able to keep his softening phallus within. With wider smiles that ever had before, the two found what they each had wanted. More than just a friend to have some fun with, but a lover to share everything with.
Despite conflicting favorites and foreplays, the two tripped the light fantastic and did what only the closest of friends could have imagined; they married. Now, Mr. And Mrs. Dan Stanton, together and forever, connected by both love and their 'first time,' live together without any regrets... except for waiting to clean the sheets the first time, which then were thrown out and replaced by sheets with actual color, along with a few new coats of paint that both agreed would give a better place to set 'the mood' they desired.
And so, that is the end of the story, of which everyone lives happily ever after, just as any story about love should end. Thank you, and I hope that you enjoyed reading.