FSE

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This chapter is very dear to my heart, as is this entire story. So, on the occasion of the 6 blissful months we have been together, this story is dedicated to my mate, Ezra. Thank you for everything, dearheart.

Chapter 2: No One By Your Side

Layla never cared for casual dating, but she wasn\'t fond of being alone either. She was one of those furs who ideally believed in love at first sight, and in soul mates. Unrealistic? Probably, but that\'s not to say she didn\'t have experience. Too many first-and-only dates had made her skeptical of the whole system, and began reading relationship books, trying to figure out what she was doing wrong.

Some books said she was too picky, others said too open or broad. She wasn\'t looking for much, was she? Just a warm, compassionate fur with a love for life and an optimistic attitude, who didn\'t mind the fact that she hated sports, and preferred staying in on a Friday night to watch Jeopardy! and knit. Strangely, every time she brought this up on a date, the male she was with would just smile and nod like he understood.

Like hell.

She could tell in the way they looked at her, they were thinking \"she knits? God, my toothless grandma does that.\" Once she mentioned she practiced yoga, she had their attention—once you tell a fur you\'re flexible in more ways than one, she knew, it got the blood boiling.

She was sick of being set up on dates. Her roommate Liz, though she meant well, probably didn\'t realize that the road to relationship hell was paved with her good intentions. Layla didn\'t want to point out that Liz made horrible decisions in men either—for herself, and for her vulpine roommate.

When someone\'s fist banged on the door to their apartment early Saturday afternoon, four weeks after she\'d been talking to Ezra online, Layla knew that \"this week\'s model\" had showed up to take Liz out on what could be assumed was a hot date.

\"Liz! Jordan\'s here!\" the vixen yelled to the closed bathroom door. She brushed her side-swept bangs out of her eyes and rolled her blue eyes as Liz called back, \"Just let him in! I\'m almost ready!\"

Yeah, my ass, Layla thought dismally as she set her knitting aside and got up to answer the door. She looked through the peephole and suppressed a groan. Jordan, a heavily muscled meathead of a bear, stood just outside the door, primping himself and running a claw through his teeth. How uncouth...

Trying to put on a friendly face, she opened the door and faked a warm smile. \"Jordan,\" she said with feigned pleasure, teeth already clenching, \"how nice to see you again...\"

\"\'Sup, Itty-Bitty,\" he chuckled stupidly. Layla tried not to grimace at his laugh; it sounded like someone was trying to fix a carburetor in his too-thick-to-be-healthy throat. What irked her most was the nickname: \"Itty-Bitty\" did not sit well with her. Oh well, at least it wasn\'t Lebron, or Jamal, or whatever the hell that lion\'s name was who called her \"Shawty.\" The English major in her cringed with the butchered English every time he walked in the door, his pants held to his thighs by a belt, and tracking dirt and grime onto her clean carpet. For some reason, Liz was attracted to either bad-boys or slobs, but the vixen couldn\'t place why.

Layla closed the door and cringed when Jordan\'s voice boomed, \"LIZ! GET YOUR FAT ASS OUT HERE!\"

\"Give me a minute!\" Liz yelled back. \"I need to get my earrings in!\"

\"I said get over here!\" Jordan yelled.

Layla\'s concern only deepened, so she raised her voice, \"JORDAN!\"

\"WHAT?!\"

\"Can I offer you a drink while you wait?\" she asked quietly, calmly. Jordan turned to look at her, obviously not liking her tone. She didn\'t care. No one spoke to any of her friends like that, no matter how big they were. She stared levelly at him, with a tone as flat as the Shenadoah Valley, \"Coffee, tea, a soda?\"

\"Got any beer?\" he demanded.

\"There\'s no alcohol in this house,\" she said, lowering her voice more. It was something she proudly picked up from her mother; when Carrie Manning lowered her voice, people listened, or God help them. And Jordan was beginning to find this out about Carrie\'s daughter, or at least he would leave this apartment today knowing not to mess with this petite vixen (who happened to be less than half his size).

Layla pulled a paring knife out of the drawer and took an apple from the fruit basket. She offered Jordan a soda and sat down with him at the kitchen table, peeling the apple and humming softly. Jordan just stared at her, and though it unnerved her, she kept her cool.

\"I assume your mother never taught you manners,\" she said coolly. \"Staring is quite rude, last I checked.\"

\"I dun like yer tone,\" he growled. He suddenly yipped and pulled away as Layla stood up and slammed the knife blade onto the table in front of him, burying the tip just inches from the bear\'s massive hand. Hellfire burned in the vixen\'s eyes, which had turned ice cold. She stared at him levelly, over the rim of her square-framed glasses, and said quietly, annunciating every word:

\"Let me make this simple enough for you to understand. I don\'t appreciate being treated like shit by assholes like you. I am not afraid of you, and if you hurt Liz, I\'ll make sure you regret it.\"

Jordan laughed in her face, \"You can\'t do shit! EEP!\" He gasped as she held the knife over a more sensitive area of his anatomy. Her expression as cold as ever, she asked him hypothetically, \"Can\'t I?\"

\"I\'m ready! Hey, what\'s going on?\" Liz demanded. Layla turned and smiled, \"Oh nothing, just showing Jordan how to peel an apple the old-fashioned way. I\'ll need to sharpen the knives today...\"

Jordan\'s face paled as Layla shot him a dark look, running her small thumb over the edge of the blade. But Liz didn\'t see this. She only smiled and fixed her blonde hair. \"That\'s nice, it\'s great to see you two getting along. You usually don\'t like the guys I bring home.\"

Layla thought of saying something about Liz\'s taste, but decided against it. Now was neither the time nor the place to discuss it. The vixen made a point to corner the lioness when she got home...if she came home that night.

Liz took Jordan\'s arm and hugged it like she was a giddy cheerleader on the arm of the high school QB. \"Don\'t wait up! Have fun today, Layla.\"

\"You too,\" she wished, and wholeheartedly. Liz caught the look in her roommate\'s eyes and just sent her the \"just give him a chance\" look that she\'d used on every single one of her ex-boyfriends. Layla wished her friend would open her eyes, and learn not to depend on men like Jordan.

Jordan didn\'t even open the door for his leonine date, or treat her with any form of respect as they walked out the door. Layla sighed raggedly and slumped back down on the couch. She sat in silence, thinking over the exchange and remembered the promise she had made to herself years ago: Never lower your standards. Keep them high.

Twelve hundred miles away, Ezra was doing something he rarely did on a Saturday: clean house (or apartment in his case). His laundry had piled up, mostly because it was the chore he hated the most. His computer was on, and blasting music while he loaded his clothes into the washer. He sighed raggedly, turning each shirt inside out, not even bothering to sort them.

A ping on his computer sounded out over the music, which he recognized as his instant messenger. He chanced a look over at the screen and saw \"FoxwhosayNI! has sent you a message\" on the pop-up. Grinning, he threw the rest of the laundry basket into the washer, poured in an obscene amount of detergent, then left it, hoping it would be alright by itself.

DarthTiger: Hey stranger

FoxwhosayNI!: hey. How are you today?

DarthTiger: Very well. And yourself?

FoxwhosayNI!: I\'ve been better, but maybe this afternoon will give me some peace...

DarthTiger: did something happen?

FoxwhosayNI!: no, not really. My roommate, mostly.

Ezra recalled hearing about her roommate from their previous conversations: on average, he heard about Liz every day. Liz, the lioness who fell in love at the drop of a hat, and always with the wrong type of man.

DarthTiger: New boyfriend I take it?

FoxwhosayNI!: if he could be called that. I don\'t know, I know I shouldn\'t be stressed out by all of this, but its tough to maintain dignity around a man—no, a boy—who gets his kicks from seeing how many cans he can crush on his forehead.

DarthTiger: well of course. We males need to exert our masculinity upon the weaker females in order to get mates (please don\'t hurt me)

She laughed out loud and replied:

FoxwhosayNI!: no, that\'s alright. I understand though. Liz just has this taste in men, and she swears she\'s in love with him, but as soon as he breaks her heart, she\'s going to be miserable, and each time, I have to tell her \"I told you so\"

Ezra thought for a moment. Over the past two weeks, they\'d grown closer to each other, or close enough that they were able to tell each other\'s hopes and fears, but they were still getting to their life stories. Ezra knew only a little about Layla. She was a smart woman, he knew that. And smart women on the internet didn\'t give away everything right away. Layla paced herself, which he found comforting and redeeming about her.

The one thing he knew he was gaining from her as the days passed, was her trust. Otherwise, he knew he wouldn\'t be speaking to her about her problems. He typed in his two cents:

DarthTiger: she sounds like the type of person who needs to validate themselves by being in a relationship, no matter how damaging.

FoxwhosayNI!: she is, I\'m afraid to say. She\'s a very sweet person, and I can\'t understand why she can\'t find someone who will treat her with respect.

DarthTiger: well, she\'s not as confident as you are.

FoxwhosayNI!: pshaw, I\'m not that confident.

DarthTiger: you\'re confident enough to exchange innuendos with me all the time

Which was true. She had a lively wit, and oftentimes, their conversations degenerated into little more than porn. Not that the white tiger was complaining, of course. He only hoped Layla felt the same way.

FoxwhosayNI!: lol, ok, I\'ll give you that. Why is it our conversations always end up on the topic of porn?

DarthTiger: Why not? It\'s a fun topic.

FoxwhosayNI!: I agree. There\'s so much to make fun of XD

Ezra chuckled. She had to be the greatest woman he\'d ever met. Refined tastes, but as content as he was to stay at home on Friday nights with Chinese carryout and Alex Trebek on ABC. And just as willing to allow their conversations to degenerate into porn.

FoxwhosayNI!: I really want to thank you for hearing me out. I know you don\'t need my emotional baggage...I just needed someone to talk to, you know?

DarthTiger: don\'t worry about it. I\'m only happy to help.

FoxwhosayNI!: I\'ll bet you are.

\"Mrow?\" he murred in surprise. Dayyyummm, foxy\'s head\'s in the gutter early today...

FoxwhosayNI!: sorry, my hormones are out of whack.

DarthTiger: Who\'s complaining? :)

FoxwhosayNI!: Me. Once a month my hormones turn me into an animal...and shush, I know what you\'re going to say

DarthTiger: mrow?

FoxwhosayNI!: you know: \"you\'re already an animal, Layla\"

DarthTiger: ...so wait, you\'re an animal literally or figuratively?

FoxwhosayNI!: well, if you ask any old boyfriends, they\'d agree with both, on certain occasions.

Ezra\'s interest had surely peaked by now. His washing machine was already jumping all over the place from being overstuffed, but he ignored it.

DarthTiger: o rly?

FoxwhosayNI!: ya rly

DarthTiger: lol, so...an animal, eh? That\'s interesting

FoxwhosayNI!: how is that interesting?

Ezra took a minute to gauge what her possible tone was. Was she angry? Maybe curious? He was worried that her run-in with Liz\'s Flavor of the Month had left her a little testy, so he waded into what he assumed were treacherous waters.

DarthTiger: well, you\'re such a classy woman, and very respectful of not just other people, but yourself, too. I guess (and please don\'t hurt me) you just don\'t seem to be very exciting in bed

Then he did something he wished he could\'ve kicked himself for. He had meant to edit \"Don\'t seem to be exciting in bed\" but instead of hitting backspace, he hit Enter. And there, like a slur etched onto the proverbial bathroom stall that was soon to be his romantic life, was his comment. He held his breath, waiting for Layla to respond.

She didn\'t.

He started to panic, thinking he had insulted her. Oh God, I didn\'t mean to! it was a slip of the tongue...fingers...things! And while he agonized over it, the prompt under the instant messages said in tiny size 8 font \"FoxwhosayNI! is typing...\"

\"Oh God,\" he swore, \"This is it...\"

After nearly a minute of typing, Layla\'s enigmatic and ranting response was there, in a huge block of black and white, though Ezra guessed she was seeing red:

FoxwhosayNI!: not exciting? Sure, plenty of people have said that I\'m not exciting because I choose to not go out every night and get shitfaced and sleep with as many men as I can. Never mind that those men could have an STD, or could be otherwise dangerous... Maybe that\'s just what I should do. Sell myself out and dress like a prostitute, shake my ass and flash groups of people while intoxicated. Then wind up knocked up or otherwise ruining my life after one stupid night and having to pay for it the rest of my life. So somehow liking to read, knit, knowing how to sew, paint and draw, playing an instrument and choosing to wear tasteful clothes is boring?

He quickly typed up a response, trying to save face.

DarthTiger: I never said that! I was trying to say that you were so clean cut, I guess, I don\'t know...goddammit, I fucked it up

FoxwhosayNI!: what were you trying to say?

DarthTiger: How do I know what I\'m trying to say when everything I say can be turned against me?

He read over what he typed and realized it made no sense. Growling, he typed again.

DarthTiger: look, for all intents and purposes, you\'re probably as exciting as I am in bed. That\'s all I\'m trying to say. I\'m not perfect, really big words confuse me, and a childhood of videogames and microwave food have given me the attention span of a squirrel on crack, and its probably no surprise that every woman I\'ve been with has dumped me like yesterday\'s garbage.

\"What are you doing?!\" his mind was screaming at him.

Telling her the truth. But before he could reply again, she beat him to the punch.

FoxwhosayNI!: wait a minute, where did all that come from? You don\'t mind that I\'m quiet?

DarthTiger: why would I mind? I prefer you over the other options that stupid site gave me...

Then he told her, everything. About his past relationships, what he\'d done, theorized what he\'d done wrong, and told her—a near complete stranger—about how his loneliness finally got him to sign up.

DarthTiger: ...and that\'s how furrymatch.com started. I felt I had no other choice. Instead, I get six choices, and you were the best.

Layla\'s response was modest, and unlike his ex-girlfriend, he knew she didn\'t fish for compliments.

FoxwhosayNI!: that\'s nice of you, but I\'m sure they were better picks...

DarthTiger: *snerk* sure, a whore, a druggie, a 1337-sp34k3r, tree hugger, and a total ditz...trust me, they could never measure up to you.

He didn\'t know how he did it, but suddenly he was on her good graces again. And some guys try their hardest to get women to like them and fail miserably, he didn\'t even have to try. From her responses, he knew he\'d won her back; as the afternoon progressed however, and into that night, he would look back and wonder how they went from this to what they did accomplish.

FoxwhosayNI!: ...and then he had the nerve to ask \"want to do some bondage\"?

DarthTiger: he did not say that

FoxwhosayNI!: if I\'m lyin\' I\'m dyin\'

DarthTiger: jesus, do those northern yanks not have any manners? If I\'d talked that way to a lady my momma would\'ve tanned my hide faster than you could say \"catch a tiger by his toe\"

FoxwhosayNI!: lol. I seriously doubt that the males up here have any manners at all. I think its safe to say I\'ve given up on them. The only decent males need to be imported across the Virginia state line.

DarthTiger: lol, like who?

FoxwhosayNI!: well, you for one.

Ezra felt an unfamiliar twinge in his heart and for a moment he panicked, thinking to himself \"I\'m 26, I\'m too young to be having a heart attack!\" then when reality set back in, he realized she\'d given him an amazing compliment, and that was his heart swelling, not cringing.

DarthTiger: you don\'t mean that.

FoxwhosayNI!: I do. You\'re the first decent person I\'ve met who doesn\'t have something seriously wrong with them, personality wise.

DarthTiger: ah, you got me. Now this means I need to hide all those other embarrassing flaws...

FoxwhosayNI!: what flaws? I don\'t see any. You\'re very handsome. And (though I haven\'t seen a picture to confirm) very sexy.

Ezra\'s mind screeched to a halt before he jumped up and did a victory dance. \"She thinks I\'m sexy! YES!\" He took a moment to calm down then typed,

DarthTiger: who are we fooling? You\'re the sexiest of all.

FoxwhosayNI!: oh stop...ok, I\'ll give that I\'m moderately attractive...

DarthTiger: moderately?!

FoxwhosayNI!: but I\'m not o-em-gee hawt!!!eleventy!

DarthTiger: lol, I think what\'s sexiest about you is your mind. So clever and creative...god only knows whats going through your little mind right now

FoxwhosayNI!: well, since we\'re being honest...sex

Ezra burst out laughing, then groaned as the dryer buzzed. Oh fuck it, he\'ll rerun it to get the wrinkles out.

DarthTiger: lol! I had a feeling you were a pervy little fox

FoxwhosayNI!: what can I say? Deep down, all foxes are...That and I haven\'t gotten anything in over a year

DarthTiger: a year?! How do you stand it?

FoxwhosayNI!: my battery-operated friends.

DarthTiger: ah

This was piquing his interest considerably. He had to continue, see what else he could find out.

DarthTiger: so...theoretically, you\'re a lady on the outside...

FoxwhosayNI!: ...but a freak in the sheets. Yeah, I am.

Ezra\'s jaw fell open. She didn\'t...she did. She came out and said she was a freak. That either meant she was really a psycho...or maybe worth his time.

DarthTiger: ...really...

FoxwhosayNI!: well, yeah, kinda. I haven\'t had much experience, but I do like bondage, and being tied up. I liked role-playing. And spankings.

He felt his mind stop again, still slack-jawed. How could...she just readily admitted to liking spankings! And bondage, and role-playing! He checked back on his favorite picture of her he\'d saved to his harddrive, of her in the navy blue bikini. This woman, who was smiling like a movie star to the camera, who had that girl/woman next door appeal...was kinky. And a very, very naughty foxy. He couldn\'t help but be aroused.

DarthTiger: okay, favorite role-play?

FoxwhosayNI!: I\'ve only done it once (ex wasn\'t very adventurous) but I\'d like to try a Master/servant sorta thing sometime

DarthTiger: or master/pet? The leash would be oh-so-sexy ;)

FoxwhosayNI!: it would, I guess, but I don\'t even have much experience in taking control

DarthTiger: so let me get this straight, the only times you\'ve had sex were in missionary? Just missionary?

FoxwhosayNI!: no, there\'s been other positions, but like I said, nothing too exciting...

DarthTiger: and that\'s a score of 3 hits to ex-bf\'s ego

FoxwhosayNI!: lol! Seriously. What about you though? Any weird kinks I should know about?

Ezra thought for a moment, wondering how to respond...

DarthTiger: well, as a matter of fact, I just so happen to have a kink for giving saucy little vixens spankings

Layla\'s response was halted, and after a pause he only assumed was shock (maybe revulsion) she finally responded.

FoxwhosayNI!: see, that\'s what I like about you. you\'re straightforward, but not overdoing it.

DarthTiger: well sure, its not like I want to get into your pants immediately. Granted, I wouldn\'t mind being in the pants of a very sexy vixen, but certainly not without your permission.

FoxwhosayNI!: honestly, I wouldn\'t mind you being in my pants either

That was it. He was done. And the question that had been plaguing him for a long time finally came to the forefront of his mind. Since they were being so open and honest anyway, what could it hurt?

DarthTiger: I hope you won\'t think I\'m too forward, but have you ever cybered?

Layla didn\'t respond right away, and when she did, she seemed a little hesistant, as if ashamed that she had. Ezra couldn\'t understand that; she was a smart, sexy woman, her body was her own. Why couldn\'t she see herself as a (very sexy) sexual being?

FoxwhosayNI!: ...I have, just, not often...I don\'t do it with any fur...

DarthTiger: oh no, I understand. Cybering is like RL dating, can\'t pick just anyone. But um, since we\'re on the topic...feel like relieving a little stress?

Layla stared at the screen and wondered if he was serious. The rational part of her brain told her to log off, he was a creep. But unfortunately for the rational part, her brain was a house divided and currently her horniness was the majority and vetoing the motion to disconnect. She could already feel her heart hammering in her chest, her nether regions pulsing with arousal. God, this heat was killing her!

She typed up a quick response:

FoxwhosayNI!: Here? Or is there a special chatroom?

DarthTiger: whatever is most comfortable for you

She thought about it, then shrugged. If she had to go to a chat room she wasn\'t already a member of, that would take time to register, and right now, she just needed release.

FoxwhosayNI!: here\'s fine...but how should we start?

DarthTiger: hmm...*puts paws on your hips, pulling you closer* I think I might know...

Curiously, Layla could feel those big tiger paws on her tiny hips, tingles running over her body as she imagined it. She pulled up her only picture of him and stared at it, wondering what his expression must be right now, or what a suggestive smirk looked like on that broad jaw, white teeth gleaming behind very kissable lips...

FoxwhosayNI!: *lets you pull her closer, nuzzling your chest and running her hands up and down your sides* what do you like best?

DarthTiger: *runs his hands down your back, bringing one hand up your shirt* to make this vixen happy

Oh, what a smooth operator. He knew what to say, and Layla traced his movements, running her hand up the back of her shirt, unhooking her bra even before he messaged his next action.

Ezra meanwhile, was finding that she was just as enthusiastic as he was. Already (at least in the instant messenger window) she had removed most of her clothing, and his mind gave him a delicious mental picture of her laid on a bed, wearing nothing but her russet-and-white fur. His feline cock was already straining against his jeans, and in a few short moments, he reached down, unzipped and pulled out his member, already throbbing and at half mast. He wrapped his large paw around himself and began to gently stroke as he continued the online liaison, typing with only one hand.

Little did he know that Layla was doing the same thing, one hand cupping her small breasts, tweaking and rubbing her nipples, her other hand snaking down her taut stomach and under her panties, running a finger over her labia. She bit back on a moan as she felt the wetness already on her fingers. The hand on her breast broke away to type up her fevered response to his amorous comments.

In the IM window, both furs were naked and lying together on an imagined bed, Ezra\'s hand between Layla\'s legs, stroking her nether lips while her hand was wrapped around his member, stroking him gently but firmly. They shared a searing kiss, moaning against each other\'s lips. Layla gasped as Ezra got a little bolder, slipping one large finger inside her, making her gasp against his lips. He took the opportunity to poke his tongue into her mouth, and was delighted to find her returning the kiss with as much fervor as he was giving.

Layla suddenly began bucking her hips, one hand moving down to start rubbing herself, which Ezra found to be oh so arousing. His studded cock throbbed, as if desperately seeking her warm cavern, and judging by her own desperate moans, she was just as ready. He smirked, pulling away from the kiss to watch her face and listen to the noises she made as he inserted a second finger inside her, stretching her. She gasped and mewled like a newborn kit, writhing and wiggling beneath him, bucking her hips against his hand and letting out a long, low moan as he curled his fingers inside her.

\"Oh, Ezra...\" God he would have killed to have heard that in person... \"Don\'t stop...\"

Ezra chuckled, the sound echoing in his broad chest. \"Isn\'t there something else that foxy wants...?\" he said, his thumb grazing over her sensitive nub, making her moan louder, shivers raking through her petite, slender body.

\"oh god...\"

\"Well, Layla?\"

She sucked in a breath, arching her back and letting out her breath with a moan, \"Oh god...please...fuck me.\"

Ezra was a little taken aback by her boldness, but he was more turned on than anything else. He promptly removed his fingers, then positioned himself over her... and wondered how it would be, the two of them about to copulate, his cock weeping precum just shy of her entrance, her petite body quivering with anticipation beneath him.

He sped up his rhythm, stroking himself with a firmer grip, closing his eyes and letting out a groan as he imagined it, his hand mimicking the feeling of slipping into her sweet, warm tunnel, the studs massaging her tight passage, closing in around him like a warm glove. She gasped and moaned loudly beneath him as he entered her, her arms wrapped around him, taking him in, inch by glorious inch. Soon he was hilted inside her, and Layla allowed herself to release the breath she\'d been holding.

Ezra didn\'t wait long before he pulled back then thrust back in, slowly at first, but gaining momentum, remaining as gentle as he could. Though Layla didn\'t seem to care either way, gentle or rough, she just wanted it...she wanted him. She moaned in his ear, wrapping her legs around his waist, her bushy tail entwining with his, and she rode every thrust, thrown back into the mattress. She threw her head back, pleasure overwhelming her senses, turned on by the excited groans coming from the white tiger above her.

The heat of his body burned against her skin, her cheeks flushed with combined body heat and intense pleasure. She swore the room\'s temperature had risen twenty degrees as their session became more and more intense. Ezra\'s cock felt divine as it plowed into her, the studs tickling her inner wall, a new series of sensations she\'d never felt before, and sincerely wished she had.

Just as his own moans became more desperate, so too, did hers as she came closer to the brink. Ezra gripped her hips, sitting up and thrusting deeper into her. The vixen reached between her legs and began touching herself again, locking eyes with the handsome white tiger above her. The look of intense concentration in his green eyes only furthered her climax closer; and he, too, was exquisitely turned on to see her fingers deftly rubbing herself, making her hips buck against his thrusts, the lusty look in her blue eyes penetrating him as his cock began to spasm, the pressure rising from his balls to his tip, his explosive orgasm prompted by hers, her walls clenching down on him, taking him over the edge...

Sated, Layla lay back in her chair, taking deep breaths to relax her still rapidly beating heart, coming down from a very nice orgasm. After a moment to catch her breath, she reached between her legs and removed the dildo she had scrambled to find before things got really hot and heavy. Still, her small fingers and sex toys were no match for a real cock, as loathe as she was to use such crude language.

Ezra was panting as well, and stared absently at the tigercum that now stained the front of his jeans and the band of his boxers. He snorted, because quite frankly, my dear, he didn\'t give a damn—he was going to wash them anyway. After his brain had started working again, he reached for the nearby box of tissues and started to clean himself up, then stripped himself completely, throwing the cum-stained clothes by the washer. He didn\'t care he was nude, he wasn\'t sharing the apartment with anyone, he could do as he pleased, within reason.

And judging from Layla\'s quick responses, she had also enjoyed herself. He mulled over his options, then typed:

DarthTiger: I know this may be a little sudden, but would you mind if we started talking, you know, on the phone?

FoxwhosayNI!: its not sudden at all...though I don\'t feel comfortable handing out my phone information over the internet...

DarthTiger: that\'s fine. Here, I\'ll give you mine—you can call whenever you want, doesn\'t matter to me.

He waited until she said she\'d programmed it into her cell phone before dismissing himself:

DarthTiger: Now I\'m sorry to cum and dash, but tiger got a little messy...

FoxwhosayNI!: yeah, foxy did too. Shower time?

DarthTiger: I\'d think so. See you when you get back?

FoxwhosayNI!: *winks* you know it sexy.

Ezra chuckled and put up his away message, sighing and standing up, grabbing a freshly-washed towel to take a quick shower...and maybe to jerk off to the memory of the awesome cyber sex.

A few days later, Layla got off work at the law firm and walked out into the crushingly humid DC summer air. Even and 5:30, the air was still muggy and thick with moisture, making her fur frizz, and causing her to break out into a sweat as she ran to catch her train.

As she waited in the train to depart for home, she took out her phone to check her messages, then wondered for a second...would he be off of work yet? She checked her contacts for the number, then dialed it as the conductor announced a delay. The other end rang four times, and Layla prepared herself to leave a voicemail...

\"Hello?\"

She got a pleasant surprise after all. \"Hi, um, is this Ezra?\"

\"Yes...who is this?\"

She took a deep breath, knowing that now she was getting in deep, \"This is Layla...\"

....Chapter 3 is on the way!