Puppy Love Chapter 4
While this is not an erotic or smut story per se, it does deal with adultery, church sex, and sex between humans and furs. As such, the story may contain adult elements and themes, nudity, scenes depicting sex, and language some might find inappropriate.
Also, this is a work in progress. I started this story a few months ago and recently finished the fourth chapter. I have no idea how it will end, so any ideas, comments, and critiques are welcome. Flames will be laughed at and discarded.
A knock on the doorway behind me caught my attention. I turned around to see my bedroom door open.
Mom stood in the doorway, the pink in her eyes and cheeks contrasted with the calmness in her voice. "That was your school. I told them you were sick and apologized for not calling them sooner."
I nodded. I stared at a red rose surrounded by white lilies on my wallpaper. "Rachel, I know you don't like this. But you can't change it. And you can't hide from it. Sooner or later you'll have to decide how you'll deal with it."
I glared at her. "Deal with having a dog fucker for a mother, you mean?"
Mom swallowed and leaned against the doorway. "In spite of what you might think, I do care about your father. Very much. And I love you with all my heart. I never meant to hurt you, Rachel. But I am not ashamed of what I've done and I will accept the consequences."
I looked back at the rose on the wall. The rose blurred as I stared at it. I blinked to refocus my eyes and blot out a tear. "Do you love Dad?" I whispered.
"Not in the same way I love Tyler, no. But I do care very much for your father. I wouldn't have married him and had you if I didn't."
"And Dad doesn't know?"
Mom shrugged. "Not that I know of. At least he never said anything about it to me. He still kisses me, holds me, talks to me, and has sex with me just like always." I cringed when my mother said "sex." She sat down beside me and put a hand on my shoulder. "Rachel, you're fifteen. And it's not a dirty word. Sex is as much a part of life as breathing or eating."
The warmth of Mom's hand on my shoulder urged me to look at her. "So now what?"
"I'll do what I should have done long ago - talk to Tyler and your father. Decide what we want to do. And we'll talk to Dustin about it. It won't be easy. But we have to decide together what we'll tell the church or if we'll tell the church. And how it's going to affect our families."
"Shouldn't you tell the church? That you're sleeping with another man?"
"There are some things best left between us and God. The church doesn't know about me, and they don't know everything about your father. We'll just have to pray about it and see how God wants it done and what's best for our families."
At that moment I wanted to scream. Here was my mother, cheating on my Dad, lying to me and the church, and I was having a quiet conversation with her? Like she was my friend or something? I pulled away from her and glared. "But why Tyler? He's my best friend's dad! I'm gonna lose my best friend and Dad's gonna lose his church all because you wanna rut a fur!" I huffed and turned away from her. My vision blurred again.
I heard Mom sigh behind me. "We didn't mean for this to happen, Rachel. When Tyler and I saw each other again after his wife died, it just sort of happened."
Even through my anger, I caught the word and the regret behind it. "Again?"
"Tyler was the first man I ever loved."