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Chapter 10: Fuck It

Mindy sat in the passenger seat of Brian's car. It was a small blue drop-top, sleek and shaped almost like a bullet. The top was down, and Mindy felt her earrings slap her as she huddled in Brian's jacket. She was starting to realize that blue was Brian's favorite color, and she knew why: he looked gorgeous in it. That sliver fur, those muscles . . . God, sometimes Brian was just too good-looking to be true. And Mindy was still in shock, still unable to believe that such an Adonis had taken an interest in dorky, clumsy her.

Still huddled in Brian's jacket as her loose mane licked at her face, Mindy smiled to herself and drank in the cologne that rose from the fabric. God, he even smelled heavenly. She would have to do something wonderful for Tammy for this! It was because of Tammy, after all, that Mindy had ever gotten up the courage to approach Brian. It was because of Tammy that she and Brian were together at all: after the first time they made love, they had lay together on the edge of the pool, and after pulling Mindy close and kissing her, Brian had bashfully confessed that he never would have approached Mindy on his own. He was just as thankful for Tammy as she.

But putting her gleeful thoughts of Brian aside, Mindy frowned sadly: something had been very wrong tonight. David had been acting weird, and Mindy knew it was because of Tammy. Mindy got the acute feeling that Tammy would be calling her in tears very soon. She supposed she understood how David could feel awkward: Tammy was his stepsister and he had been on a date with her! And the happy, flirtatious way in which Tammy had acted . . . Mindy sighed miserably as she realized it: Tammy was in love and she was about to get hurt.

Steering with one paw, Brian glanced anxiously at Mindy, then back at the road. "You worried about Tam, huh?" he said to the windshield. His silver mane slapped near his mouth in the wind, and when it whipped back, his thick neck flexed.

"Yeah," Mindy admitted miserably. "Brian, I think she's in love with David!"

"Yeah, I know," Brian said heavily as he pulled to a stoplight. He dropped his paw to the bottom of the wheel and looked worriedly at Mindy. "And knowing David, I don't think he feels the same. Dave's the kind of guy who just . . ." Brian halted as if he didn't want to worry Mindy anymore than she already was. He swallowed thickly, the light changed to green, and the car lurched forward.

Mindy stared wide-eyed at Brian through the tendrils of mane slapping her face. "What? What is it?"

Brian shook his head grimly. "Nah, I don't wanna upset you --"

"Brian!" Mindy's voice was a desperate squeak.

Brian glanced at her apologetically, then said very reluctantly, "It's just . . . David is the kinda guy who . . . He doesn't take girls seriously. It's like he doesn't know what to do with them. Amanda doesn't even count. Dave doesn't realize it, but she's just using him to feel straight. Been that way their whole lives, and it's because of Amanda that he's never been with another girl: she keeps them all away. She thinks David belongs to her." He said the last part very darkly.

Looking at Brian, Mindy suddenly felt the way her boyfriend looked: as if she too hated Amanda. Why did Amanda have to keep David? Why couldn't she just move on, let him go, go be a lesbian? Mindy didn't understand it, and it angered her very deeply suddenly that her friend was no doubt about to get hurt because of Amanda's possessiveness and David's weakness.

"I wish there was something we could do," Mindy said miserably. The car rolled to a smooth stop between two others and she looked up and blushed: she had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn't even realized where Brian had been driving her. It was the town Lover's Lane, a starry hilltop where teenagers parked every night to get it on in their rust bucket cars. Mindy glanced nervously around but felt a sudden rush of pride: Brian's was the best car on the hill.

"We - we don't have to do anything," Brian said, looking bashful suddenly. "I just didn't want to take you home, and this was the closest I could get to privacy."

Mindy blushed to realize just how much Brian enjoyed being with her. She scooted across the seat and felt her heart flutter when Brian put his arm around her shoulders. That arm - so big and strong! So hard and warm . . . like other parts of him: she realized with a jolt that he was hard in his pants.

"Sorry," he muttered, sounding embarrassed, "you're just so pretty, Mindy. You look good tonight. I couldn't stop thinking about you all through the movie," he admitted. "I've never seen you so . . . I mean - in a skirt that actually showed your legs!"

Mindy snorted with laughter and dropped her head on Brian's shoulder. Brian laughed too.

"Am I really pretty?" Mindy wondered blankly.

Brian groaned. "You have no idea. . . ."

Mindy grew very still when his paw groped under her shirt, but as if he had remembered himself, he stopped. Mindy startled him when she took his paw and clamped it to her breast.

"Touch me," she whispered, breathless suddenly. She looked into Brian's eyes and realized he was breathless too. He smoothed his paw under and fumbled to unhook her bra. Her heart beat fast when she felt the fabric slip down and her bosom heave free. They were small breasts and perky. Brian squeezed one and she trembled behind his sudden kiss.

"Mindy," he whispered against her lips and pressed her to the seat in a sudden frenzy.

Mindy lay under Brian's kissing and caressing, suddenly paralyzed with pleasure. She was so breathless now that her breasts kept heaving and she knew her cheeks were probably flaming red. She trembled and clung to Brian's neck as he kissed her, fumbling all the while to pull her shirt up and her bra down. Mindy sat up on her elbows, and he managed to tug her shirt over her head, watching with hungry eyes as her mane tossed and those high breasts shivered free. Mindy jerked her head to get the mane from her eyes, and smiling at her lover, put her slender arms around his neck and kissed him.

She felt so comfortable with Brian now. So relaxed, so free. And for the first time in her life . . . so sexy. He made her feel that way: the way he looked at her, touched her, kissed her, she knew she was beautiful to him. She sighed as his kisses traveled down her neck, then that first tender suck on her nipple. She cried out as the pull of his lips grew stronger, harder. His fingers pushed inside her panties, and when they began that slow caressing on her clit, she wriggled in the seat, whispering his name.

"Mmm, I've never gone down on you yet," Brian complained, "and there's no room in here."

Blushing and squirming under his caressing and sucking, Mindy also felt a little disappointed: she had been waiting for Brian's lips and tongue there for so long! But his penis would do just as well, and when she said so, Brian laughed.

"You really like me . . . down there?" he asked sheepishly. "That first time I know I hurt you --"

Still breathless, Mindy pressed her forehead to his and whispered eagerly, "I loved you down there!" Her little paw grabbed his dick hard through his pants.

Brian moaned with longing. "God, Mindy, I wanna lick you into next year when you look at me like that!"

Mindy giggled when he started licking her breasts. "Brian," she whispered, clinging to his head as he sucked and licked, "please! God, please!"

Brian pulled back and looked down at Mindy, drinking in her mussed mane as it fell in her pretty face, her slender body and sharp breasts as they shivered above the loose bra hanging down her arms. She was gorgeous, and with lust glazing his eyes, he let his dick loose with a rough jerk of his zipper, and forcing the fabric shielding her pussy aside, he pressed the head of it against her opening.

"Brian!" Mindy squealed, her mane still in her face as her cheeks flushed beet red.

Brian paused and it was his turn to blush: he had been so eager to get inside that he'd almost forgotten. The way she had begged him for it had sent his arousal over the edge. But catching himself, he fumbled past Mindy's head for the glove compartment. They laughed together when the door dropped down and several condoms tumbled to the floor.

"We don't have to do anything, huh?" Mindy teased as Brian plucked a condom from the pile. She lay there with her clothes open and rumpled, her mane still in her eyes, and those shapely legs spread, never realizing how badly such a pose was making him want her. He was a jumble of nerves as he ripped the condom open with his teeth. Her eyes went wide at his ferocity. She giggled and snorted when he started biting her neck.

"Brian, you beast!" Mindy laughed, squirming and sighing when those big paws were suddenly everywhere on her body.

"I wanted to be prepared," Brian admitted between kisses. "I carry them everywhere so I can take any chance to be with you . . ."

He sounded so eager and sweet in that moment that Mindy smiled at him and kissed him tenderly on the lips. This slow kissing continued, and Brian was startled when she licked his lips before pressing her tongue inside. He pressed his tongue back, and then suddenly, she felt it: his dick crammed hard inside, sheathed in the slippery lubrication of the condom. Mindy melted in his arms, crying out, whispering his name, and making faces of delight that sent Brian over the edge. He started thrusting so hard that they both knew the car was rocking, and as a result, it wasn't long before they felt an undeniable snap. Brian pulled carefully out and they looked down: the condom had broken.

"Shit," Brian whispered, peeling the lubricated tatters off his dick. "I think these were the wrong size --"

"Or you're just too hard," Mindy added, helping him. "God, Brian, you're so hard you could drill a hole in the sidewalk."

Brian laughed. "That's what you do to me, Mind."

They gazed dreamily into each other's eyes before Mindy, blushing and embarrassed, chose another condom from the pile. She tore it open, but she was now as fumbling and nervous as Brian, and as she was rolling it down over his dick, her nail managed to snag a hole in it.

"Crap!" Mindy whispered.

They looked at each other, and both were so hot and horny and eager that the same thought rose in both their minds: fuck it! They fell to passionate kissing, and after pulling Mindy down in his arms, Brian banged into her, and they made love, hot and wet and wild.