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Merril's white-furred hand flipped the switch on the remote dangling from her neck, and the monitor flicked on across from her, showing her and her still-growing internet audience her figure, draped in a pale blue camisole and matching panties. The skunkette in the video lying on her bed was still looking good after almost a decade in the cube farm, all things considered. Her breasts still stood proudly out from her chest, sagging just a bit from gravity, and the few pounds she'd put on had landed in pretty complimentary places, rounding her hips a little more, softening her features just a tad.

"Well hello out there, darlings," she said, comfortably addressing the camera, as she always did, as to plural lovers: accurate, since about ninety percent of them would be masturbating along with her. "I got a whole lot of feedback from last week's performance, let me tell you. Most of you liked my little add-ons and teaser shows, but a few people complained that it was all getting too "slick" for their tastes. Too "pro" looking. To those of you who feel this way, I'm afraid the show is only going to keep changing. But the discussion on this *did* get me thinking about those early videos, and the old formula."

Merril's hands, during all this, continued to wander over her form, one hand massaging her breasts through the thin fabric that covered them, the other sliding over her hips, occasionally sliding across the front surface of her panties.

"When I first started this it was just me on camera in my pajamas, telling dirty stories and jilling off while a few dozen old friends stared slack-jawed as the geeky girl from the front row in CSE-511 said words they didn't think she even knew into a microphone while she gasped in orgasm..."

Merril thumbed her nipples with both hands, letting her eyes close a little at the pleasure and fond memories.

"I decided to try the old formula with all the new toys. The high-def cameras, the better lights, the clothes..." Merril pulled at the hem of her nightshirt, the fabric stretching over her breasts, squeezing them together, accentuating her cleavage and forcing her hardened nipples to jutting out dramatically. She grinned and reached up to her remote. "..the camera angles..." the webcam's automated swivel and zoom pulled in to a shot framing her face and breasts, mockingly covered by the camisole. Merril pulled her left breast up enough that she could bend her neck down and swipe her tongue over the fabric covering the nipple, dampening it enough that the camera picked up the difference in color between the nipple and her fur...

"And maybe something out of the old toybox. Depends on how worked up the story gets me, hmm?"

Merril lay back again, letting the camera zoom back to show her whole body and her bushy, striped tail. "So I've told you all about my first lesbian experience a long time ago, but I don't think I ever really told you about that first perfect girlfuck, that time when my partner and I knew exactly what we were doing and just happened to get all the switches firing perfectly..." Merril's eyes closed, each hand pinching a nipple, and letting out a little gasp, "ohh it was a good time allright..."

"Her name... well, you won't get it out of me, but she was a slender Lynx, just a bit taller than me, and she and I were together in some music filler class back at the U. Me the hard-assed bespectacled engineering student, her a poor innocent little flower of a psychology major-- or so I thought. We were both wearing our masks, as it happened."

Merril's hands roamed over her body as she spoke, drifting around from her breasts, to her hips and inner thighs, only occasionally thumbing a nipple or tracing the crease her labia made in the tight panties.

"We had to write a paper about Litzt-- or Chopin, I can't remember which. Those second-tier Romantic-era composers all run together for me. And we were scribbling notes in the library and bitching about the workload in this two-credit dragfest of a class when there was this little moment at the end one of my tirades against the VLPA credit system where I was breathing heavily and she was just looking at me... And I knew."

Merril's hands folded over her chest, pressing down and breathing in, as if she could inhale the memories.

"Maybe it was the way her eyes kept bouncing down to my cleavage, or the nervousness on her face, but the signals all seemed to collide at once and I was dead sure: she wanted me. We just looked at each other, pages, volumes of unspoken words flashing between us in silence. The time she'd bumped into me, little jokes that didn't seem funny any more, and a dozen meaningful looks were all mutually re-visited as little mimes of our shoulders and faces rippled through us... it was like telepathy. It was electric."

"I started leaning closer to her, and she to me... our lips parted, again wordlessly... by the time we actually kissed we were both all but gasping, mutually prolonging this perfect moment of first contact..."

By now Merril's hands were playing over her breasts, teasing at her nipples which again stiffened visibly under the fabric. She caressed herself, letting the camera pick up the play of her hands and fabric over her prize orbs.

"Our tongues finally met, and time recognized that it wasn't wanted here and quietly packed its things. Our lives together unfolded themselves into decades, then cut themselves back to more realistic interpretations of what was going on until they'd rewound all the way back to the moment her chair had started to tip over and we fell, laughing, to the floor of a library too large and sparsely policed for us to be shushed."

Merril paused and licked one of her nipples again, and this time she pulled it along with the fabric into her mouth and sucked, a low moan escaping from deep in her throat.

"Ohh... where was I?" Merril looked at her remote. "Hey, nobody hit the "mushy stuff" button. And two of you are already slapping it to that. Ha."

"But anyway, we hurriedly packed up our things. I had a single room by then and we were pretty desperately horny. We made our way home in a chatter, trading sexual histories, catching up on all the things we hadn't thought the other would want to hear until that point. I was bi. She was gay. She'd wanted to stick her tongue up my cunt the moment she'd set eyes on me."

"That last quip of hers got a little jolt and a stunned, lustful look from a fox I would have tied to my radiator begging me to jam my strap-on deeper into his ass only a few weeks later, and my new lover and I laughed wickedly, yeah, but you can't have any." Merril let out a soft laugh. "Yet."

"We got into my room and just looked at each other for a few moments. I started to undress. Slowly. We'd both taken off our shoes when we came in. I unbuttoned my shirt, one agonizing button at a time, feeding off her desire. I think this was where I started thinking about doing this show, in fact. Knowing how badly she wanted to see more than she was getting was... intoxicating."

Merril's index finger now traced her pussy lips again, rubbing hard enough that the dampness forming there began to spread, darkening a widening stripe of the fabric of her panties.

"That little inhale of hers when she saw that my bra's clasp was on the front was pretty rewarding. I undid it and kept doing buttons. She undid the top button of her jeans and stuffed a hand down, unable to stop herself. I followed suit and we both stood there for a moment, masturbating slowly. I pushed my pants and panties straight off myself, showing her my pussy for the first time. She cried out a little when I let my shirt fall off my shoulders, my bra still barely holding my tits in place, the nipples remaining just behind a ridge of lace. We didn't need to talk at this point-- I knew she wanted more like this. She stopped rubbing her pussy and pulled her hands to her sides with great effort, kneading her hips and holding her knees as far apart as she could manage: almost an inch."

Merril's right hand slipped inside her panties, alternately dipping fingers into her pussy or rubbing her clit while her left pawed at her breasts. She let her shoulders squirm a little, pulling the fabric covering her breasts around, the damp spot left from her earlier sucking only serving to sharpen the contrast of her hard nipple throbbing against it.

"I leaned waaay over to my left side, my hair tumbling over and the left bra strap going loose. With that clasp in the front my whole left breast came exposed. My Lynx started keening with sheer need. I thought she'd draw blood the way she was scratching at her thighs to take her mind off release. Ohhh.. Sorry dears... I'm going to have to do something about these panties..."

Merril pulled the sheer silk sheet up over her hips, barely, and behind its partial cover, pulled off the panties and brought them up to her nose, drinking in her own smell. "Oh.. I only WISH I smelled as good as my Lynx did.." Merril licked the damp spot of her own nectar. "Oh if only." With the silk sheet barely obscuring her nethers, Merril slid her hand under and to herself again, the movement of her shoulder making her masturbation obvious enough.

"I stood up abruptly, almost making my poor Lynx lover fall over, so intently had she been staring. The bra fell off, giving her a view most of you will never get, unobstructed, bare, ready. She stood still, though, the rules had been set: she was mine to tease for however long I wanted. Of course I was pretty much losing it myself, naked except for my socks. I stepped up to her, pressing my bare tits against her teeshirt. She gasped again, her legs finally giving up and grinding together furiously. I kissed her again, for the first time since the library, and drank her in... Okay my hand needs some help here.."

Merril swiveled on the bed, her hips barely pulling the sheet enough to hold it from sliding off. She reached down and into her drawer, pulling out a pink, rubbery shaft. "Okay, you'll like this trick..." Pulling the covers up, Merril put the dildo into her left hand and brought it under the covers, fitting it to her opening. Her right hand came around to grip the toy's base through the covers.

"Mmmm, see? You get to watch the hand that fucks me." Merril's legs spread wide, pulling the sheet taught, her right hand firmly gripping the toy through the cover. She lay there for a few moments, slowly fucking herself, her shoulders writhing appreciatively at the intrusion.

"Ohh.. My little Lynx was the perfect gentlewoman, or slave, depending on how you looked at it. She kissed back, but made no moves for me, her hands staying by her sides, not groping for me... oh... waiting for me to ask. I broke the kiss and crawled onto the bed, hands and knees... unh... my pussy facing her... I put two fingers in, showing her how wet I was... ohhh... I looked back at her, seeing how badly she wanted it. I said four words: 'take what you want'. She was on me in an instant, her tongue boring into my cunt. Oh! Yyeah the toy's distracting me... but mmmmm it is nice..."

Merril writhed on the bed, the silk sheet dampening as the hand gripping the dildo plunged it in over and over, the wetness rendering it all but translucent enough to make out her labia.

"My Lynx, ohh she knew what to do back there. That tongue of hers slicked my cunt up and down, painting me. Restrained no longer, she pushed me over onto my side and started running her hands over my body, grasping at my breasts and probing my cunt with her fingertips. Oh! Uh.. think I'm gonna cum a little early here..."

Merril's hand slowed down, her muscles tensing. She squirmed on the bed, her thighs spread wide apart but her stomach and thighs tensing up mightily as orgasm began to claim her. Her mouth hung open for a few moments, soft moans escaping as she worked the toy as slowly as she could stand, prolonging the moment.

"Ohhh, OOHHHH!"

Merril lunged forward, gasping, her hips grinding, riding the orgasm as long as it would last. Finally she collapsed backwards for a few moments, heaving from the exertion, letting her arms and legs slide limp onto the bed.

After a few moments passed with only her heavy breathing breaking the silence, Merril numbly fumbled for the remote. "Oh.. wow.. little intense... Uh.. Heh, I thought a lot of you would be cumming with me there.. Still gonna finish the story, obviously..." Merril reached under the moistened covers and retrieved the dildo, now glistening with her cunt's juices, which she lapped at, her eyes closing.

"So... My Lynx. Oh how she went at me. Tasting me. Squeezing my breasts. Sliding those pianist's fingers into my cunt and just feeling the insides, like one might touch a priceless heirloom. It was wonderful being so treasured..." Merril gave the toy a long suck.

"She told me how for now she was touching me for her benefit, enjoying me. I told her to do what she wanted with me, to use me for her own pleasure. At one point she just pushed my arms up over my head, moved my legs around a bit, and knelt there on the bed, touching herself, gazing at me. Sounds so submissive to be posed by another but.. oh, she made me feel so amazing-looking."

Merril hugged herself, her eyes closing. "She finally did get her clothes off for me: her breasts were gorgeous. Smaller than mine, with that build, but just... perfect. I loved all those spots and stripes. We lay together, naked for a while, just letting our hands wander over each other's bodies. I got my tongue into her... oh that taste... There was something about her that was just... I don't know... I could have lay there drinking her for hours. She made me stop after the second or third cum though."

"We didn't even try to be a traditional couple, or even an untraditional one. We knew what worked. We were riding a wave of hormones and we both knew it. Or at least... she did. Now, nobody go feeling sorry for me, I've had my heart broken enough times that it bounces back pretty fast these days. Besides, next week I'm gonna bring Hank onscreen with me. And he does things to me that make me forget I have legs, let alone ex girlfriends. I'll see you all later, or rather, you'll see me. Mostly."

Merril flipped the button and shut off the camera.