Connecting
All in all, Kris Tomson thought to himself as he steered his car through the dark back roads of Abbotsford, it had been a very weird night. Not a bad night, but weird nonetheless.
The lynx pondered as he watched the road for surprises; his old, battered Ford wasn't the most responsive, and considering it wasn't just him in the car, he didn't want to do anything stupid. Being 18, that was quite a leap forward for his thinking. He chuckled quietly to himself.
"What's so funny?"
Kris flicked a gaze to the passenger seat, and shrugged at his companion. "Oh, just thinking about something, that's all. Nothing, really."
"Hmm," the collie rumbled, flashing a grin in the darkness. "You say so, Kris."
Therein lay some of the weirdness, he thought. Okay, he and Char Harris hung out a lot at their mutual friends' parties, and they were pretty good friends, but most of the time it was just hanging out, sneaking into the local clubs and generally rousting about both in and out of their college classes. A random telephone call earlier had turned strange, though. Kris had mentioned that he was going to a company dinner - the boss normally didn't open his wallet for anything, so there was no way he was about to miss it - and he'd mentioned that to Char... who had offered herself up as a companion for the event.
His co-workers had been impressed - the collie was tall and her long, curly strawberry-blond fur was striking, especially in the black dress she had pulled on. Kris had managed to stop blushing over the attention before dessert arrived. Barely.
Afterwards, they had decided to cruise around the back woods around Abbotsford, looking for his high school's after-Grad party, where - the lynx was fairly sure - his younger brother was pretty much wrecked by now. He knew that the year before, when he had graduated, he had been pretty much done by that time of night. They'd had no luck yet, but he was enjoying the trip. Except for the occasional...
"So what's going on with you and Carmelita, anyhow?"
... tough question. He flushed a little and clenched the wheel.
"Um... well, we... I kind of broke it off." The lynx shrugged in the darkness. "She's nice, and all, but it just didn't quite feel right."
Char turned towards him and frowned. "What do you mean, it didn't feel right?" A naughty grin flickered over her muzzle. "I thought guys thought *any* girl felt right."
Kris stuck his tongue out at the canine, who giggled. "That's not what I mean. I think it was just that... I dunno. It was moving pretty fast, and she had just come off of a thing with another guy. I didn't want her to think I was just using her, you know?"
"Hmm. Well... couldn't you have just told her you thought you should slow down some?" The collie scratched her chin. "Mind you, knowing her, that's kind of her usual speed."
"Yeah, that's the thing. The way it was going..." Kris paused, thinking. Carmelita had been the first girl he could refer to as a "girlfriend," and their relationship had lasted a whopping two weeks. It had started while he was at her house, him there just to be a friend after she had broken up with another of their friends. That night had ended with her topless and the two of them entwined for hours - it might have continued had her family not been home. They had gone out, spent time together, made out enthusiastically, and a lot faster than he might have expected had...
He flushed a little and adjusted himself as the image of her lowering herself onto him flashed into his mind. It was his first, and he'd been as eager as she had been... not that she had gotten much out of it. And afterwards... he'd been swept by guilt and doubt - wondering if he'd done something wrong, if he'd moved too fast, if he was using her like the guys that he disliked so much had done to girls like her and others he knew.
"Hey." A paw tapped on his shoulder, and he flinched a little, looking over to Char. "It's okay if you don't want to talk about it."
"No, I'm okay. I just... well, I dunno. I don't think she understood when I explained to her that I felt bad, but I do. I just don't think it would've worked out, and I wanted to make sure she didn't get hurt."
Char smiled. "You're a good guy, Kris. I don't think you could hurt a girl if you tried."
"Yeah... I get that a lot." He sighed, and shrugged. "That's part of the problem. All the girls seem to want to go out with the jocks and guys that don't treat them well."
"Ahem. Not all girls."
"Heh... sorry, yeah, I shouldn't speak for you. But you know what I mean." Kris shrugged uncomfortably. "I'm smart, geeky and no good at sports, so I kind of have to do the friend thing. It seems to be the best I can manage."
The collie glanced across the car at him silently for a moment, then looked back out at the road. "Some girls like guys like that," she murmured, her tail twitching where she had curled it next to her.
"I guess," Kris responded, turning the car up a side road towards the top of the quiet hill they had been climbing.
Char turned her head, an eyebrow raised. "Do you understand what I'm saying?"
He started to say "yes" again, but the look she gave him made the feline stop. Instead, he pulled to the gate at the end of the road and shut the engine off, turning to her. "I don't think so. Why don't we go for a walk, and you can explain it to stupid little me?"
"I explain physics to you all the time, this should be easier." She chuckled as they exited the car.
It was a cool June night outside, and there was no sign of any life other than the occasional twitter of an insect and an insistent frog croaking in an unseen pond. A bright full moon hung above them as they crunched through old leaves and walked up the old road into the bush. "So..." Kris prompted, looking at the slightly shorter female pacing by his side.
"Well... some girls do like guys that are jerks. I wish I knew why," Char said, shaking her head. "But you can't generalize like that. I like guys who can make me laugh, and who are smart and can talk about more than sports and video games, for example."
Kris chuckled. "Oh, hey, I've got a shot then, I don't do sports."
"And you're smart," Char added with a smile. "Plus you're pretty cute, you can carry a conversation about news or school or music, you can play cards pretty well, and you've never tried to cop a feel off me out of nowhere."
"Yeah, that one time you sat on my paw, so I'm..."
"Oh, Kris, you can be *so* thick sometimes," she growled, catching him up short. He blinked. "What I'm saying is that you're someone that a lot of girls would be happy to go out with." The collie paused for a moment. "And I'm a girl, in case you haven't noticed..."
Kris blinked as a paw tentatively slipped into his, and he turned to the collie. Her ears flicked and she returned the smile, squeezing his fingers gently.
"Now do you know what I'm talking about, Kris?" Char asked quietly, her eyes reflecting silver moonlight as she looked into his. "Do you get it?"
The lynx nodded slightly. "Yeah... I do."
"Good," she whispered, turning, her free paw lifting to his shoulder as she stepped close.
Their lips met with a gentle brush at first, then with growing certainty. He encircled her waist with both paws and drew her close, and she sighed softly, her eyes closing as their bodies met. She was soft and warm and curvy, and as Kris brought his head back she smiled at him and nuzzled gently under his chin. "You're a good kisser," she murmured into his neckfur, and he chuckled.
"Can't blame that on practice." He stroked a paw down over her tail softly and she drew against him a little tighter.
"Well, maybe we can get you even better." Her paw drifted up and pulled his head down again, and he responded with pleasure. This time the kiss lingered, and he felt her muzzle part for him, her tongue flickering forward to meet his. The young lynx moaned softly as they clung to one another, kissing with a growing pleasure, Kris's paws drifting over Char's lower back and hips; she responded by pressing forward, her fingers kneading at the back of his neck.
They came up for air finally, and Char giggled at the purr rumbling its way out of the feline's chest. She lay an ear against him and smiled at the sound. "I think you like this, huh?"
"Yeah," he said softly, his fingers trailing through her thick tailfur. "I do."
"That's not the only way I knew," the collie giggled, her hips pressing against him. "You got hard real fast."
Kris became aware of the pressure pushing against her groin, and his ears slicked back. "Uh..." he stammered, flustered. Char giggled again and kissed him softly, but didn't relent, still molded against him, her breasts settled against his chest.
Her lips brushed against one of his ears. "It's okay," she murmured as she ran fingers through his soft headfur. "I don't mind." Her muzzle came up and rubbed against his blunt muzzle as she met his eyes again. "I'd, um... I don't think it'd be a good idea to do too much tonight â€" I think maybe we should spend more time together before getting too deep, right?"
The lynx nodded reluctantly. "Yeah, probably." He started to draw back from her, but she moved with him, keeping contact with his almost painful arousal.
"I said ‘too much,' silly," Char giggled, kissing his nose. "That doesn't mean we can't do a little, anyhow... like I could, uh... maybe help you with that...?" Her ears pinked in the moonlight as he flushed himself and let his paws drift down over her hips.
"That would be great... but, uh... what...?"
Char finally stepped back, the collie trailing a paw down his belly. "Um... I could give you a hand, I guess..." Her eyes twinkled naughtily. "Like you probably were going to later, anyhow."
Kris blinked and giggled nervously. "Um, probably, yeah... I'd, uh... I'd like that a lot."
"Well, then..." Her fingers moved down to his jeans and he gave a little jerk as they brushed against the bulge of his erection, working the zipper quickly, then unbuttoning them. His pants slipped open and she slid her fingers inside to push his briefs downward, looking down curiously as she exposed him.
His erection jutted from the white fur of his sheath, glistening slightly in the light, and she smiled. "Mmm," the collie said quietly, running her fingers along that length and eliciting a soft mew of pleasure from its owner. She giggled and nuzzled at his neck as her fingers slipped around his base and encircled him, slowly pulling up and sliding back down.
The lynx gasped softly and bucked his hips lightly. "Oh..." he moaned. "Um.. can I... feel you?"
"You can do anything you like," she whispered, her muzzle tilting up to catch his again and kiss deeply as her paw moved slowly to caress his length.
Kris moaned again into her muzzle and brought his paws up to settle on her breasts, feeling the nipples firm through her top. He caressed softly around those nubs and the canine responded with her own soft moan, pressing her chest into his touch and stroking him more quickly, her fingertips swirling around the tip of his erection as they caressed.
Hips moving in time with her strokes, Kris could hardly believe how the night had gone, but here he was with one of his best friends pumping her paw up and down his insistent arousal. He groaned loudly, cupping her breasts and squeezing softly, feeling her fur pressed against the thin fabric of her blouse, and pulled his muzzle back from hers. "Um... you might want to not stand right in front of me," he warned breathlessly.
"Oops," Char giggled, shifting to move to one side of the feline without losing her grip on his erection. His paws slipped from her breasts; he slipped one down to curl around one buttock, probing gently between her thighs, and she gave a soft growl of pleasure, shifting her stance to give him more access as her movements picked up more.
Kris had no chance of holding off much more, and he stiffened and bucked into the caressing fingers firmly as the pleasure surged up. She ooohed and watched as the feline gave a soft grunt and erupted, squirting a huge gush of semen onto the forest floor, then another, and yet another. He moaned and worked his fingers further between her thighs, rubbing her as he pulsed over and over, leaving the last few drops on her fingers as his orgasm slowly trailed off, leaving the feline panting for breath.
"Mmm, you really were wound up, huh?" Char almost purred as she wiped her fingers almost delicately on his briefs. She kissed him again and smiled. "Feel better?"
"Felt amazing, Char," he replied, his paws moving up to cup her breasts again. "I... wanna return the favor..."
The collie flicked an ear and murred softly. "Well... we can try, anyhow," she replied, nibbling at his throat. Kris smiled and leaned down to catch the hem of her skirt. His paw slid under, caressing up her thigh, and she jumped slightly as his fingers found the fabric of her panties, damp with her own arousal. He smiled and stroked over her mound, watching her eyes close as she gasped softly, then moved to draw her panties down her thighs.
When his paw returned, there was nothing between his fingers and her folds, and he let his fingertips rub softly, spreading the dampness he found there, watching her face for signals. "Haven't done this much," he warned, "so tell me what works, okay?"
"That... works just fine." Her hips rocked into his touch as he fondled along her slit, gasping as he brushed over her swollen clitoris. "Ooh, right there..."
Kris obliged and kept his focus there, his finger circling and teasing, then let his touch slip back, pressing a fingertip against and slowly into the collie's slit. She moaned again and bit at his shoulder, holding him tightly. He smiled and nuzzled at her ears as he fondled and stroked at her sex, feeling his fingers getting wetter, then had a notion and nibbled one eartip.
"Can I... see you?" he asked softly, and she nodded. The feline purred and slowly knelt in front of her, raising her dress up. Char took the hem and bundled the dress up in front of her belly, slowly exposing herself to him. Turning his finger and slowly starting to rock it in and out of her, Kris admired the sight before him as she brought her free paw down to brace herself on a shoulder. She moaned again, her hips gyrating at his stimulation.
"Oh, that feels so nice," the collie moaned as she rocked into the thrusting finger. Kris smiled and leaned forward, his nose catching the musky scent of her pleasure before his tongue flicked out and brushed over her clit. "AH!" she gasped, her hips driving forward into his muzzle, grinding as he lapped at her again, and again, and again...
Kris's other paw moved down and encircled his resurgent erection, and he started pumping quickly as he let his tongue circle around her clit, gaining confidence at her insistent yips and grinding hips, panting as he quickly felt himself building up to a peak again.
"Oh I'm gonna, I'm gonna... ahhhh!" Char's knees nearly buckled and her muscles clenched and pulsed around Kris's probing finger as she peaked, wetting his muzzle with her own fluids. The scent alone was more than Kris needed, and he gasped and convulsed as he came again, gushing onto the ground between the collie's legs.
As they both came down, Kris slowly settled back onto his haunches, Char sliding down to slip into his lap and rest her head on his shoulder. The two simply held one another for long moments, breathing slowing, then the collie nuzzled at his neck and giggled.
"Some first date," she said playfully, kissing his ear. "Can't wait to see what you have planned for next time."
Kris chuckled and enfolded the canine in his arms. "I think we can find some good ideas."
(edited to fix name - oopsie)