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Stalling

"Hey, uh... I know I said we should head home. But, before we do, can we pop to the restroom?"

Slipping her phone back into her pocket, Natalie reached out and took her girlfriend by the hand. She didn't even think about it, just acted on first instinct. It was only when Ingrid's eyes widened slightly, and the leopard's muzzle turned upward in a broad, proud smile as she squeezed Natalie's hand in return, that Natalie realised what she'd done. Unlike her feline lover, this was the gazelle's first relationship with another woman. In fact, with any degree of seriousness it was her first relationship, period. She wasn't closeted by any means, her friends and family all knew that she was interested in women, not men. It was more that the gazelle was a very private person, and was still nervous about showing romantic affection to her girlfriend in public. Needless to say, this coffee shop was by far the most public venue she had ever dared show any sort of romance towards Ingrid.

Still looking at Natalie with pleasant surprise spread across her face, Ingrid smirked at the gazelle's bashful discomfort.

"Not that I'm complaining, but... why do we have to go to the bathroom? I don't need to go."

The gazelle froze for a moment, considering her answer. Her cheeks flushed as she realised there was only one explanation, and she shrugged shyly.

"I dunno. I guess... um... I guess I just wanted an excuse to be close to you. I can go alone if you'd rather wait here."

Ingrid growled playfully, shaking her head.

"Oh no. You're not getting away from me now. Not after saying something that painfully sweet. I'm not letting this paw out of mine until... well, until you go into the stall and pee. Because, ew. I love you, but I don't wanna see that."

Together the two women moved hand in hand between the various tables which lay between them and the coffee shop's restrooms. As far as Ingrid was aware, not a single individual looked at them twice on their way, but still she could see her girlfriend's gaze darting nervously around them with every step they took. Soon they were out of the main body of the shop, and sliding through the two concurrent doors which led into the women's restroom still with their paws entwined.

It was only when they were in the bathroom together, alone, that Natalie turned her full attention towards Ingrid and the leopard's paw in hers. She smiled, and squeezed back affectionately as the feline female tightened her grasp on the tall, lithe gazelle.

They lingered there together, smiling and looking deep into one another's eyes, until Ingrid murmured to her lover.

"Natalie... uh, don't you need to pee?"

The gazelle's face flushed all over again, and with a bashful whimper she shook her head. Ingrid cocked her head to one side, frowning in confusion.

"Then what are we doing here? C'mon, Nat. Don't play games, this is me you're talking to."

Natalie said nothing. With a sigh and a roll of her eyes, the leopard shrugged and began to move back towards the bathroom door. She felt the gazelle resisting though, tugging at their still joined hands, and rounded upon Natalie with a frustrated stare.

The gazelle panicked, certain that any second now Ingrid was going to say she'd had enough and make them double-time it back home, somewhere she could give Natalie a good talking to about how her shyness was really starting to become a problem. She couldn't have that. Not now Not yet, at least.

She took a deep, steadying breath, gave one last nervous glance towards the silent, still bathroom door, and flung herself into Ingrid's arms; kissing the leopard hungrily upon the lips with all the force and passion and tongue she had to offer.

Stunned as Ingrid may have been by her girlfriend's deeply uncharacteristic actions, the leopard didn't dare turn down such affection. There were times when she felt like she was pushing Natalie too far, too fast. Times she felt like she was too sexually aggressive, demanding more of the gazelle than she was perhaps comfortable to offer up on her own terms. This kiss, however, changed all that. She could feel Natalie's body pushing against her, driving her back, further into the restroom; towards the stalls. One of the gazelle's hands was already gripping at her ass, while the other was clutching at the back of her neck, holding their muzzles together as though genuinely terrified by the thought of Ingrid breaking their kiss.

They stumbled blindly back into one of the stalls, and before the leopard knew what was happening she was listening to the click of the stall's door being locked behind her; sealing the two of them in together. Their lips parted, just for long enough to hear Natalie moan in bashful arousal and murmur a nervous yet eager plea to her lover

"T-tell me you want me to... to touch you."

Ingrid stared at the gazelle in complete shock. She saw doubt flash in her lover's eyes as she stood there in stunned silence, and a deep, insecure fear begin to bubble up within Natalie's heart. With a passionate whimper, the leopard nodded, and grasped firmly at one of Natalie's wrists. She guided it down between their bodies, unbuckled her belt with ease, and pushed the gazelle's hand down into her underwear.

"I... I don't know what the fuck's gotten into you, Nat. But hell yes. I want you to touch me. Every second of every day, I want you to touch me."

The leopard's eyes rolled back into her head as she felt the delicate fingers of her lover's hand brush against the neatly trimmed fur of her crotch. Nervously but with definite purpose, the digits sank lower, twisting and curling around until at long last they made contact not with fur, but with bare, soft skin. Two of Natalie's fingers probed and teased their way between the folds of Ingrid's outer lips, and began to stroke at the warm, trembling flesh within.

"Oh... o-ohh fuck."

Ingrid wrapped both arms around Natalie's body, clutching tight at the gazelle's limber frame as she felt her legs threatening to buckle beneath her. While she may have been the more confident, sexually liberal one of the couple, this was still far beyond anything the leopard had ever done before. Sex in a public place was the kind of fantasy she reserved for solo adventures, or something extra thrilling to enhance her pleasure while Natalie ate her out in the warmth and comfort of their bedroom. Yet the fantasy, as it turned out, was absolutely nothing compared to the thrill of the real thing. Already she could feel herself clutching and throbbing around her lover's digits. Already she could feel her pussy growing wet, her juices flowing freely though even the kiss which had begun to awaken her sex drive had started just a little more than a minute ago.

Rising up onto the tips of her toes, Ingrid buried her face in Natalie's neck, muffling a moan of unrestrained excitement as she felt her hips beginning to gyrate, to grind and hump against the fingers now worming their way up into her pussy. She had always known that for all her nervousness and reluctance to openly embrace her sexuality, Natalie was naturally gifted in being able to please another woman. Even now, in such a spontaneous and makeshift scenario as this, she was able to excel. The base of the gazelle's palm was pressed directly against the foremost edge of Ingrid's pussy as she fingered the leopard, and with every thrust of her digits she ground her palm in a slow circle against the rapidly stiffening bud of Ingrid's clit. It was driving the feline female insane, so much pleasure assailing her so swiftly and suddenly. It had barely been a couple of minutes since Natalie started to please her, and yet already she was feeling like losing control. Like at any moment, if only they remained undisturbed and Natalie's unprecedented confidence remained unchallenged, she could cum.

"N-nnhhhh!"

Muffling what would have been a substantial cry of her lover's name by burying her muzzle in Natalie's neck and biting down with savage, instinctual affection, Ingrid did cum just a few overwhelmingly intense seconds later. She couldn't remember a time she'd been brought to orgasm so fast, at least not one so intensely powerful. Her face flushed crimson as she felt a jolt of her fluids squirt out across Natalie's fingers and into the soft fabric of her panties. She bucked and thrust her hips violently against the gazelle's hand with each powerful wave of orgasmic bliss to strike at her very core. Her clawed feet scraped at the tiled floor of the stall, and her own hands clutched at Natalie's body with feverish excitement and deep, overwhelming gratitude.

All too soon, it was over. Ingrid whimpered loudly as she pulled her muzzle away from Natalie's neck, and had to practically drag her lover's fingers out of her now overly-sensitive pussy as they attempted to continue thrusting and stroking at the leopard's quivering inner depths. Ingrid looked into her lover's face, and was overwhelmed by the passionate fire she saw still burning in Natalie's eyes. No fear. No shame. Just pure delight and giddy euphoria at the realisation of what she had done. What she was still very much intent on doing to her beloved girlfriend.

"Oh... oh Natalie. You're a goddess."

As she watched her lover's cheeks flush an even deeper red, Ingrid kissed the gazelle tenderly upon the lips. For another minute, perhaps longer, they stood there together in the stall; making out without the slightest thought given to their continually precarious location. It was only when a dull ringing from inside one of Natalie's jeans' pockets shocked the pair of them out of their lip-lock, both momentarily thinking that the noise was someone else entering the restroom, that they made the decision to make themselves publicly presentable once again.

Hurriedly re-buttoning and fastening the belt of her own trousers once more, Ingrid followed Natalie out of the stall. The restroom was still empty, but that didn't stop the gazelle from blushing and nervously avoiding the gaze of her own reflection as she approached the line of sinks and began to wash her hands; one clean and dry, the other decidedly more damp and scented with her lover's arousal.

They left the restroom without so much as a glance towards the counter, not wanting to see if any of the staff had noticed how they had both gone and returned from the restroom together, looking decidedly more flushed and flustered than before. They did however join hands as they slipped out of the coffee shop's front door, Natalie initiating the gesture which Ingrid reciprocated all too gleefully.

On the walk home, neither one of them said much. They just smiled, and occasionally giggled as they caught one another's eye. There wasn't much that needed to be said, what had happened in the restroom really seemed to say it all. Sure, Ingrid was dying to know what had pushed Natalie to make such a bold move. But really, the leopard knew that the why of the situation didn't matter. The important thing was that it had happened, and now, in its wake, Natalie was walking hand in hand with her in public.

It was a twenty minute walk from the town's centre to Ingrid's apartment, and it flew by in a happy haze for both of the pair. Soon enough the leopard was reaching into her pocket for her keys, having unfortunately had to release Natalie's grasp on her paw in order to do so. She fumbled with the lock, only half focused on the task at hand as she considered just how she was going to drag the gazelle into bed that night and do all sorts of wonderful things to her. Maybe she wouldn't even wait until tonight. Maybe she'd do it right now, as soon as the door was closed behind them.

Maybe...

" Surprise!"

A shocked yelp escaped the leopard's lips as she pushed the apartment door open, and around twenty voices yelled out at her in perfect unison.

A split-second later, the penny dropped. Before Ingrid could say anything to her lover though, before she could do more than turn her head and catch a bashful, yet devious grin spreading over Natalie's muzzle, she was being pushed forward by her girlfriend. Into her apartment. Into the party. Swept up amongst friends, and gifts, and a long afternoon and evening of fun all in celebration of her.

While Ingrid was surrounded by all her closest friends, getting her initial birthday greetings and congratulations, Natalie stayed close to the door. Watching, grinning, feeling her heart pounding with love and pride and of course some lingering, unfulfilled arousal within her chest. There she remained for a minute or so, a happy observer to all the merriment, until she noticed a figure breaking away from the main cluster of guests and move to approach her.

The collie was a mutual friend of her and Ingrid's, and alongside Natalie he had been the main driving force behind the planning of this party. He greeted the gazelle with a warm hug, and shook his head at her in amazement.

"I can't believe we pulled it off. Thank you so much for that extra twenty minutes. The guys bringing the decorations showed up late, and we never would have had the place ready in time if you hadn't stalled Ingrid."

Natalie said nothing, but the colour on her cheeks deepened a few shades. None the wiser, the collie tilted his head, curious.

"How did you manage that, anyway? You had the whole afternoon planned out so you'd get back right on time for the party, so how'd you buy us those extra twenty minutes?"

The gazelle's face burned crimson, but she managed to hold her composure as she shrugged.

"I dunno. Like you said, I guess. I just stalled her."

By Jeeves