The Opposite of Tease
A warm breeze tousled the otter's fur as she unzipped her shorts and pushed them down to her ankles, panties following soon after, letting them pool on the soft riverbank beside her already-discarded sandals. Her white top glowed faintly in the moonlight as she peeled it off as well. Although the sun had set a handful of hours beforehand, the air still retained its devilish humidity, and Ceri was grateful for the small relief the little breeze offered. Dropping her blouse onto the ground, she padded forward towards the river.
Her heart pounded as the water lapped at her paws. There was a chance she could get caught, she knew that, but it seemed like too good an opportunity to pass up. Acres of woods with no one else around meant the freedom to do as she pleased, if only for this one night. She waded farther out into the river, and stopped a little while after to tread water. The weather that day had been blazing, and the heat paired with the humidity made her want to fall over dead.
Ceri watched the swirling patterns that appeared as she swung her arms. The water just felt so good; it was like she had stepped into a refrigerator after spending all day in a desert, only better, because the cool water reached places of her that chilled air never would. A shiver ran down her spine as a wide kick of her legs sent water into her feminine folds, cooling them in a pleasant way. She sighed, and reclining until she was floating on her back, her small, pert breasts showing just a little above the water.
"These are cute."
Startled, the otter swung to face the shore only to see a raccoon girl dangling her panties off a finger. "Hey! Put those down!" Ceri shrieked, hugging her thick tail in a vain attempt to cover herself. "Please?"
The raccoon chuckled. "Only since you asked so nicely." She let them fall next to Ceri's abandoned clothes. "Hm. No bra?" She glanced back at the otter girl. "No, I suppose not. You'd be able to get away without wearing one."
Turning a little away from the newcomer, the otter flushed slightly. "Why are you here, anyway?"
"I saw a vision of a lovely figure come this way, and I decided I would follow it," the raccoon replied. "It seems to me that I made the right choice." Ceri heard the rustling of clothes, then a few gentle splashes. She felt the waves of the raccoon's motions before she reached her. "Do you always swim naked?" a voice near her ear murred.
The otter froze, not recognizing the warmth that began pooling between her legs. "No," she stammered, "it's just that I forgot a swimsuit and it's easier without clothes..."
"Forgot?" Ceri could feel the raccoon's breath on the nape of her neck. "Or didn't want?"
"Forgot," she insisted.
"Suit yourself." The raccoon swam a little ways away, brushing her tail against Ceri's thigh in the process. The otter gasped.
"So have you come here just to tease me?" she asked, keeping her arms firmly crossed to block the other's view.
She watched as the raccoon drifted on her back, lengthy tail trailing along behind her. "Quite the opposite, in fact."
"What does that mean?" Ceri paddled closer to her new rivermate.
The raccoon glanced at her under her lashes. "The opposite of ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ徼ease' is ﾃ｢竄ｬﾋ徘lease'."
The otter gulped as she noted the other girl's breasts, voluptuous and ample atop her chest. Ceri hugged her sides as that unfamiliar warmth crept into her belly. Her own were nowhere near that size, there was no way anyone would want to touch them. Not like it would matter, though.
"You're staring."
Ceri turned her back to the raccoon. "I am not."
"I saw you staring." There were more faint splashing noises, and suddenly she found herself looking straight into a pair of masked eyes. "There's nothing to be ashamed about. I've been looking at you."
"I can't see what for," Ceri told her, eyes downcast. She fidgeted, barely having any footing on the riverbed. When she looked back up, she was startled to see that her muzzle was only a breath away from the raccoon's. She swallowed.
"Because I'm feeling just a tad bit adventurous," the raccoon murmured. She moved her muzzle next to Ceri's ear and just barely touched her tongue to the outside, causing her to shiver. "So how about it?"
Ceri hesitated. She had a fairly solid idea of where things would go if she said yes, and the throbbing pressure that had built up in her groin was saying please let's go for it please please please. If she inhaled, she could smell the other girl's earthy, musky scent, and it only made her problem worse. But something in the back of her mind told her, wait.
"I'm sorry," she said. "I can't."
The raccoon sighed. "I thought so." She turned and pushed off the sand, propelling herself back to the shore. "It was at least worth a shot."
Ceri watched as she stood on the riverbank and wrung her tail out before picking up her own discarded clothes. "What's your name?" she called.
"Does it matter?" the raccoon replied, pulling on her pants and shirt. "Maybe I'll tell you if you come back here tomorrow night." Then she turned and tossed a casual wave over her shoulder, disappearing into the trees and leaving a confused otter in her wake.
Maybe it would be worth it to come back one more time.