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Ray glanced at his watch and waited for the knock at his apartment door. It was almost 7:45 and Ricca had promised to come over for dinner tonight, but she was running late. No doubt her lateness had something to do with Ricca's mother, Tansi, who might be aware that his parents were away on vacation this weekend. If so, then their carefully planned dinner and evening together could be in jeopardy. Ray checked his phone for the tenth time in case he missed a text message. He didn't. So he had no choice but to wait and hope for a knock on his door.

A pot of spaghetti sauce simmered on the stove that filled the air with a spicy scent. A large bowl of fresh salad sat on a round table between two carefully laid out sets of dinnerware and cutlery. Two tall candles lit the room in a cozy light; the twin flames danced in an unknown rhythm and cast gentle shadows on the walls. The scene was as romantic as Ray could get, only one last ingredient was missing. Ricca. The whole night would be a waste if she couldn't make it.

Knock knock...

Ray leapt into action and sprinted to the door, unlocking the latch in a rush. The figure on the other side made his heart skip a beat and mouth hang open in amazement. The brown and grey spotted wolf vixen stood demurely in the hallway, a vision of beauty and grace. Not that Ricca ever appeared less than beautiful in Ray's eyes, but he'd never seen her quite like this. Ricca, the tomboy wolf who was more comfortable in boy's clothing, was wearing a long, black dress.

"Uh... can I come in?" Ricca asked, trying to avoid his unblinking gaze.

"Wha... I mean... yeah. Please, come in." It took Ray a few seconds to speak coherently.

"Thanks, ya big oaf!" Ricca gave him a quick kiss on the cheek and moved around the large equine into the apartment.

The dress clung to Ricca's curves as she walked into the kitchen and her tail swayed from side to side with each step. Ray had to make an effort to not drool or trip over his own hooves as he caught a glimpse of her thigh through a slit in the leg of the dress. After seeing her in simple t-shirts and shorts all of his life, this version of Ricca was beyond his wildest dreams. No wonder she was late, how did she explain that dress to her mother?

"Let me get the chair for you." Ray held the chair for her and pushed it in once she sat down.

"This looks great Ray!" Ricca loved the intimate setting. "Sorry I couldn't make it earlier, I was having a little trouble with this thing." She pointed at the dress like it was some hideous burden.

"I'd have waited all night if I knew you'd be wearing that!"

"Aww, that's sweet! You'll have to thank my mother for showing me how to put this on. It's hers but she hasn't worn it since she was my age. I think it fits well, don't you think?"

"You can say that again..." Ray couldn't stop staring at the tops of Ricca's breasts pushing at the low neckline. She was completely unbound by her usual sports bra and the view sent blood coursing through his veins. At this rate, the dinner wouldn't last very long.

"Wait... this dress was your mother's idea? Does she know that my parents are gone for the weekend?"

"I hope so, I kept telling her all week how special this night was going to be for us."

"And she's... ok with you staying here?" The full implication of this fact was slowly dawning on Ray, but he remained skeptical to why Ricca's mother would allow this to happen.

"Yes dummy! You can be so dense at times, you know that? My mother likes you, and she likes to make me happy. So here I am in this ridiculous dress, just for you. Are you happy?"

"What kind of a question is that? Let me show you how happy I am..." Ray got up and kissed her full on the lips, almost knocking over a candle in his display of passion. He ran his hand through her short brown and gold hair, pulling her close and causing her to squirm in his grip. The kiss progressed into a passionate embrace, their mouths open and tongues pressing together in a lusty battle of will. Dinner, it seemed, would need to wait.

Ricca tried to giggle through the kiss at Ray's urgency to get this evening started. In fact, he had lasted far longer than she thought before ignoring food in favor of her. The dress was meant to impress any male and it fit her perfectly, accentuating her curves nicely and lifting her breasts in a way she didn't think was possible. It was still uncomfortable to wear, Ricca felt as if the thin material would fall right off whenever she moved. Not that Ray would mind if she 'accidentally' showed more fur now and then.

"Ok,ok..." Ricca gasped and pushed Ray away. "Can we try to enjoy dinner before moving on to desert?"

"Oh, sure..." Ray sat back down, trying to forget the tightness in his pants, and offered Ricca the salad bowl. "Would you like ranch or French dressing?"

"French please. Ray, that sauce smells wonderful! I can't wait to try it."

"All in good time my sweet. Remember to save room for desert."

The candlelit table provided an elegant and romantic background for the rather plain meal of salad and spaghetti. Ricca loved every minute of it. Ray was an immaculate host and responded to her every need as quickly as she asked. The bottle of wine he had found was a pleasant surprise but the ordeal of getting it open turned into a comedy of errors and they decided it was more trouble than it was worth. The sauce was an old family recipe and tasted even better than it smelled. Ricca wanted a second helping but thought against it so to not be too tired for their extended desert. For some reason she felt nervous and couldn't figure out why, then it dawned on her: tonight was the first night she and Ray would spend indoors together. A tingle of excitement ran down her spine at that realization.

"That was fantastic Ray! You really know how to make a girl feel special."

Ray smiled at her somewhat ironic statement. Before confessing his love for Ricca, he had treated her like one of the guys. It was something Ricca had earned by competing, and winning, against boys in a variety of sports including basketball and soccer. She was immediately accepted into the ranks of young males and her tomboy looks made it easier for guys to act naturally around her. When she reached puberty and her body took on a feminine figure, she tried to hide the changes beneath baggy clothes and by wearing a tight sports bra to compress her chest.

"Let me clear the table. You can relax on the couch if you like."

"I'll help. Please, you've waited on me all night. Let me do something for once."

"As you wish, but don't blame me if you get that dress dirty." Ray warned.

The couple playfully bumped and teased each other as they cleaned the kitchen table and washed the few dishes. The straps holding up Ricca's dress slipped off her shoulders several times during their dance giving Ray ample opportunities to catch an eyeful of bare breast. Ricca made the situation worse by not immediately noticing or fixing her exposed state, preferring to see Ray's growing discomfort as they stood side by side wiping and drying the dinner ware. The excitement quickly became too much and Ricca 'accidentally' spilled water on Ray's pants, soaking him down to his inky black equine coat.

"Hey! You did that on purpose!"

"Who me?" Ricca asked in her most innocent voice.

"I can't walk around in these." Ray casually removed his dripping slacks and continued washing dishes as if nothing was out of the ordinary.

It was impossible for Ricca to focus on anything except the lewd bulge between Ray's legs. She wiped the same dish again and again as the tingle in her spine developed into a heat low in her belly. A loose strap fell from her shoulder to reveal a soft mound of lightly-furred flesh that went undetected until Ray brushed the side of her breast with his arm. Rather than cover up, she countered his deliberate touch by reaching down and pinching his firm butt with her fingers. Their game of not-so-discrete caresses escalated to an all-out groping of Ricca's breasts and Ray's groin. The clean-up forgotten, the young couple pressed their mouths together in a carnal embrace and carefully moved toward the large, sectional couch.

Ray was busy pulling down the top of Ricca's dress when he caught the sweet scent of her arousal and perceived that something was different.

"Ricca... you're not wearing any underwear are you?"

"I can't wear boxers with this dress so you're just going to have to find out for yourself."

That piece of news sent Ray over the edge with desire and he re-doubled his efforts to find all her sensitive spots. This beautiful creature under him, his precious Ricca, returned his passion in kind and wrapped her arms and legs around his body, pulling him between her thighs. The thick outline of his member was clearly visible through his damp underwear and his engorged flare emerged out from the waistband. The slow grinding of Ray's hips pulled up the hem of Ricca's dress exposing her inflamed slit to his stiff invader. They breathed in deep gasps as their lust grew with every passing second.

"Ray... I need... to take this thing... off." Ricca managed to say.

The black dress was bunched up around Ricca's stomach and it took some effort to straighten it in order to be removed. Ray caught his breath and considered the situation, trying to think of a more romantic way to show his affection. Grinding on his parent's couch stuck him as a poor way to end the night. Ricca's erotic semi-strip tease gave him an appealing idea on how to proceed.

"My love... shall we continue this in another room?"

"What are you scheming Ray?"

"Close your eyes, I'll do the rest." With that, Ray picked her up and carried the naked wolf vixen to his destination.

The sound of flowing water gave away Ray's intentions and Ricca opened her eyes to see a darkened bathroom. One of the benefits of living in this apartment complex was the large double sink bathrooms and separate shower stall and bathtub. The tub itself was deep and two could fit comfortably within its cozy contours. He tossed in a few scented salts and soap to fill the tub with a mix of soothing water and small bubbles. Ray balanced Ricca on his knee as he focused on getting just the right temperature when he felt a hand massage the top of his flare. He whinnied in surprise and gently slapped her hand away before she got too bold.

"Plenty of time for that in a bit, dear. Why don't you jump in and tell me if the water is hot enough for you?"

Ricca didn't need to be told twice and stepped into the welcoming embrace of the warm liquid. Now it was Ray's turn to put on a little show while he sensually stripped off his collared shirt and moist boxers. His close cropped brown hair, mane and tail stood out as his only distinguishing features against his shiny black equine coat. Two heavy orbs of flesh hung below his equally black 9" horse cock that widened into an expansive flare. It bounced on Ray's stomach as lowered himself into the tub across from Ricca. Her eyes followed his every movement and she licked her lips at the sight of the tasty piece of meat in front of her face.

The water sloshed around the two bodies as Ricca felt around with her hands searching for Ray's hidden shaft. The back of her hand found the base of his member and she wasted no time in gripping the shaft and tickling his full sack. Ray groaned in pleasure as her soft hands explored his maleness. What made the entire scene even more exciting was that everything occurred out of view under a mass of bubbles. The top of his flare made an occasional appearance above the water as Ray's hips thrust up in tune with Ricca's strokes. On any other day, this would have made him laugh in embarrassment but he felt only joy and the rising tide of arousal.

Ricca's juices leaked out of her folds as she felt herself open up from excitement and the warm water flowing into her pussy. The gentle currents in the tub rubbed her in just the right places causing her mouth to open on its own. She needed more stimulation than these ripples could provide and stopped stroking the shaft in her hands in favor of moving up to straddle his chest. Only Ray's head remained out of the water as he shifted his body to accommodate Ricca's new position.

Ricca felt the hot, throbbing mass slide up between the crack of her ass and press against the base of her tail. She didn't want to impale herself just yet preferring to tease Ray by thrusting her crotch along the muscled ridges of his abdomen. The pulsing shaft massaged her tailhole spreading diluted pre into her light fur. Ricca's internal walls seeped with her essence and coated Ray's hard stomach muscles in a slick, clear sheen. She grasped at the veiny monster behind her and guided it to her tender slit. The flare was too thick to enter easily so Ricca had to squeeze the tip before thrusting down on top of him. Ray had grown used to her methods and he didn't mind the extra compression. Her nether lips parted to receive his girth and she was finally able to take him fully to the hilt. The too-full feeling threatened to overcome her senses but she prevailed and began to steadily pound up and down on the luscious cock nestled within her.

Ray held onto the wildly bouncing wolf on top of him, mesmerized by the motion of Ricca's jiggling breasts. The tight confines of her pussy sucked on his member drawing out his pleasure and impending climax. Water dripped on the bathroom floor as the tub was unable to contain the chaos of splashing waves. Ray could see a small bump emerge from her belly each time she took his entire length. It was a thrilling and erotic sight that pushed the limits of his lust. He began to meet her down strokes with powerful thrusts of his own and felt his balls retract into his body in preparation for the release of seed.

A burning fire of gratification engulfed Ricca's body as her climax took hold. The walls of her pussy contracted around her lover's firm shaft milking Ray for all he was worth. His flare grew to its full thickness and the small protrusion in her belly turned into a detailed representation of what was buried in her depths. The initial blast of cum from Ray's cock sent Ricca into a frenzy of random muscle spasms. Her jerky motions caused his member to slip from her opening and the remaining streams of seed to paint her back and tail. Their orgasm continued unabated, Ricca clutching at Ray's chest feeling the warmth in her body and a sticky mess dripping down her back.

Still quivering from release, Ricca and Ray gazed into each other's eyes and kissed. It was a kiss of pure joy, happy to give and receive the gift of pleasure, and at long last they were satisfied.