Delferia and Seryl
I was always told that college would be totally different from all of the other schools I've ever been to. Damn it all if they weren't right. The girls, the parties, the drugs, the... freedom. Just a week into the first term, after only a tiny taste of this freedom, I began to think that "higher education" might not be so bad after all. Of course, the first couple of days were horribly awkward.
I'm a wolf with frost blue fur that I've been told is to die for, shaggy and silky soft. My body is toned and firm. I'm not ripped, but I work out for the sake of the ladies. My eyes are sapphire blue, flecked with gold.
But most unique about me are the tattoos across my entire body. They're a sort of family tradition. At the age of 18, the males get a body tattoo that serves as an initiation to adulthood, you could say. Mine are a series of jagged black lines that vaguely trace the major arteries in the body. The most striking area by far is my face. A black stripe about an inch thick runs from the base of the back of my skull to the end of my white-tipped muzzle. several spike shaped markings run along my cheeks, and one runs closely underneath each of my eyes, adding emphasis to their already striking color. These tattoos made me stand out from the rest. Some fawned over me, some feared me, some respected me, but all noticed me. Well, all but one.
We collided on the front steps of the school. I had been late and I wasn't paying attention. She thudded to the ground with a small yip, while I fell flat on my back. I sat up, apologizing profusely. She was a fox, I noted from her bushy tail. Suddenly, I realized I was staring up her skirt, at a pair of black panties adorned with a tiny pink bow. I blushed, stood, and helped her to her feet, hoping that she hadn't noticed. As far as I could tell, she didn't.
"Thanks... uh..." She trailed off. "Seryl," I said, supplying my name for her. "I'm kind of new, so it's no surprise you don't know me."
She laughed nervously. "I should get going. We're both late." She waved shyly and trotted up the rest of the stairs, leaving me standing on the steps.
Definitely not the most graceful of introductions, I thought to myself. I hadn't even gotten her name. But, her legs had been finely sculpted with beautiful red fur, and dark brown fur below her ankles, on her paws.
I shook my head roughly. I really was late for class now. As I took a step, I tripped over something. She had forgotten one of her books in her rush. I picked it up, hoping that I could give it back if I saw her again.
I went to my class, calculus, and quietly slipped into the back row of seats. Math wasn't my strong point, and it didn't get any easier when my mind wandered back to my chance meeting. On impulse, I flipped open her book and saw "Delferia" neatly inscribed in the corner. At least the name wasn't a problem anymore. Class was uneventful, but the bell finally rang, signaling the end of class.
Before I could leave, the professor, a cat, young and fairly attractive, stopped me. "Late to class, Seryl?" She asked rhetorically.
I grinned sheepishly. "Couldn't be helped," I replied. "I overslept."
She sighed and rolled her eyes, then pushed me to the door. "Don't let it happen again!" she called after me.
I managed to force my way into the crowded hall. I caught a glimpse of something out of the corner of my eye: a bushy red fox tail sticking out from a skirt that I definitely recognized.
"Delferia!" I called, the name rolling awkwardly from my tongue. Her black tipped ears perked slightly, and she looked around. I called again, and she finally turned towards me. I gestured for her to come over. She did, and stood shyly before me, knees bent slightly inward, eyes averted.
"You left this behind earlier," I said, handing her the book.
"Thanks," she said quietly, eyes still averted.
I casually leaned against the wall and pretended to watch the others going by in the hall. I didn't have to wait long before I saw her eyes gradually move to me.
"So..." She started timidly. "What's with the ink?" She nodded towards me, indicating my tattoos.
"Long story short, family tradition," I replied.
"Did you... um... do you want to tell me the whole story on the way to my next class?" she asked. My keen eyes picked out a darker hue of red in her cheeks. She was blushing ferociously.
I smiled comfortingly. "It's not that exciting, but sure."
She took the lead as I explained about my ancient ancestors, tribal warriors that used intricate face paints to frighten their enemies in war. I finished as she came to a closed classroom door.
"Thanks for the history lesson," she said, smiling. She opened the door, grabbed me by the wrist, and pulled me into the dark room, closing the door swiftly behind.
Her paws found my shoulders and pushed me up against the wall. I felt her moist nose brush up against mine, then her lips pressed fiercely into my own. My eyes widened in surprise, but her soft lips remained locked against mine, coaxing me to relax. My paws came to rest on her delicate hips as my lips moved in harmony with hers. I pulled her body close to me, and her small, firm breasts pressed through our shirts and up against my chest. As her paw moved down my back to grasp my tail, I loosed a small growl of pleasure.
We explored each other through touch, where our eyes, in the darkness, could not. She traced my tail to the waist of my jeans and moved to my hips. I shifted my paws, one to her back, the other to caress her face. Our tongues collided, and it was suddenly like we were trying to force ourselves down each others' throat. We broke apart, breathless. Her hot panting rustled the fur on my neck. That warmth disappeared as she moved away, into the darkness. I tried to follow, but quickly became disoriented. There was a soft click, and the lights snapped on overhead. I looked around, trying to figure out where I was.
"The anatomy class," a voice answered from behind me. "Ironic, isn't it?"
I turned and saw her, Delferia. She was on a table, laying on her side, one leg out straight, the other with the knee arched high in the air, pulling her skirt dangerously far back. One of her elbows rested on the table, her head laying in the palm of her hand, while her other arm curled elegantly around her waist. My breath caught in my throat. She was perfectly... erotic.
As I reached the table, I pushed her gently on her back, climbed up, and straddled her waist. As I reached for the top of her button down shirt, her arms flung around my neck and pulled our muzzles together again. Her claws ran up my back in a sensual embrace. Our legs were quickly entangled, and our tongues quickly met the same fate.
My paws trembled as they slowly undid her buttons. At last, I felt the change of fabric when I reached her skirt. I threw the shirt open, revealing her perfectly formed breasts. I broke our kiss and leaned back to admire her slender frame. Her arms wriggled as she withdrew them from her sleeves, moving her body under me in an undeniably alluring way. She giggled as she felt the onset of my erection through my jeans. Her paws grasped the bottom of my shirt, pulling it up. I leaned over, close to her body, letting her pull it over my head. She pushed back on my shoulders, admiring my intricately formed tattoos.
My paw grasped her breast, running my fingers over her slight nipple. I ground my hips down on her, and she moaned softly, feeling my long, thick member between us. She grabbed my shoulders and twisted, rolling me onto my back, and kneeled next to me. Her nimble fingers undid my jeans, then curled around the waist of my jeans and boxers, pulling them to my knees in one swift movement. Her paw grabbed my cock, dark pink from the increased blood flow of erection, and she engulfed it in her muzzle. I felt hot moisture as she sucked, tongue running over my head. As she leaned over, I reached under her skirt and squeezed her ass. She jumped forward in surprise, gagging as my cock was forced to the back of her throat. She pulled back, letting her lips slide from the end of my penis. It dripped in her saliva, landing on her shapely legs.
I moved off the table, and Delferia shifted to hand her knees and tail off the edge, sprawling on her back and practically begging for me with her stunning, emerald eyes. I traced along the inside of her thighs, drawing an involuntary shudder from her. My paws slipped under her skirt and, as they reached her groin, were met by fur matted with a warm wetness. Thinking back, I realized that I had felt only fur when I grabbed her ass, meaning that she had shed her panties sometime soon after our morning encounter. Strange, but oddly irrelevant as I pulled up her skirt to reveal her dripping pussy.
As my throbbing cock neared her, her paws moved across her body, touching her breasts, hips, thighs, anxiously clenching and unclenching. I pushed between her lips, savoring the sensation of her flesh surrounding mine. Her eyes closed as she winced, giving another shudder and a soft moan, causing her muscles to ripple around my cock. Our bodies found rhythm, her body moving to absorb the impact of mine pounding into her. Her moist lips tightly clamped as she adjusted to my thickness. Her legs wrapped around my waist and pulled, drawing me fully inside and illiciting a sharp gasp from her.
I felt her muscles tense as she began to edge toward a climax. She let out a staggered shriek as she reached an orgasm, muscles contracting wildly around my cock, and she came, dousing me in sticky-sweet, hot wetness. The pressure, the sliding, rippling of her smooth tunnel sent me over the edge. I groaned, my body shaking in tremors as I flooded her vagina. Each pulse of my penis sent another burst of semen into her. She squeezed her legs tightly, as if drawing it into her body. I slowly pulled out, the sticky mess of our mixed cum dripping from the length of my cock and pouring from her engorged pussy, pooling on the edge of the table and dripping to the ground below.
Delferia sat up, breathing heavily. She grabbed my shoulder and pulled down hard, slamming our lips together in a passionate kiss. My paws groped around her inner thighs, glistening wet, stroking the soft fur of her ass and tail. Her paws responded in kind, tracing the tattoos on my legs and sliding along my slick cock. Our tongues danced around each other, and we felt every inch of our connecting bodies as if it were on fire. It seemed like hours later when we finally broke apart. She let her skirt drop, covering her soaked fur, then bent low to help clothe me. She looked longingly at my softening penis, bestowing it with one final kiss before covering it with my jeans. I couldn't resist crushing her against me one more time before we replaced our shirts, forcing her tight breasts into me once more. Then, once again fully clothed, we simply held each other in silence. She broke away and moved to the door. Looking back, she smiled sadly and said, "Later, lover boy."
The facts suddenly fell together. The book, which she had intentionally left behind, the ploy she had used to lure me to here, a class that she had known would be empty, and finally her conspicuous lack of undergarments to prepare for this situation. She had played out this exact scene from the very beginning. And yet, that really didn't bother me at all.
Looking down, I saw a book resting on a desk. "Hey!" I called out. "You forgot-" *click* The door closed.
I picked up the book, smiling faintly to myself, and stepped into the hall, catching a glimpse of a red fox tail darting around the corner.