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Single female vixen seeking other to share apartment on lower-end next to Taylor Bridge. Non-smoker, professional preferred. 555-9814.

Sunshine Apartments. You've probably never heard of Sunshine Apartments. He certainly hadn't heard of it until coming across that rent ad. With a name as generic as 'Sunshine Apartments', you wouldn't be surprised to know that, yes, it was one of many apartment buildings that dot the lower-end of the city. Just as the ad said, it sat right next to Taylor Bridge. What the ad didn't say was that it also sat close to a metro station, one you can hear rumbling close by whenever trains come through. Not like that wasn't going to get annoying real quick... but fine, whatever; beggars can't be choosers. This is Willington after. If you want a more glamorous apartment – or, hell, one that's even slightly above average – be prepared to pay more than a house!

He was a young man. Mid-twenties, dark skin, wild black hair, lean appearance... and admittedly wide brown eyes. Dressed in a light blue polo shirt and tanned slacks, this young man looked like he was heading towards a job interview. In a way, he was heading towards an interview. Only, instead of being hired for a new job, he was looking to live in a place that would be his home for the next year if he played his cards right.

Or, well, didn't play his cards right, depending on if he gets a pay raise or not... which seemed increasingly impossible as the days went on. Oh well.

His name was Marcus Stone, and he had a bit of a problem. That problem being the city of Willington he lived in. And the word 'lived' needs to be wrapped in heavy air quotes. One does not 'live' in Willington. One survives in Willington. It was one of the most expensive places to live in throughout the world... even if the city was far from glamorous. Just a lot of gray roads, still bridges, and trash. Oh god the trash! So imagine how difficult it is to live in a place like this when you're an admittedly broke college student?

Well, don't imagine it. Cuz Marcus was that broke college student, which brings us here.

A student of Willington Community College, he once lived towards the east-end in an apartment he shared with three other individuals. But things didn't go so well, what with the building being condemned and all. Everyone was forced to go their separate ways, which was good for his former roommates, and not so good for him. They had places they could crash at until they found a more permanent residence. Marcus on the other hand? No such luck. He was the only fool in his family and friend group who decided to live in Willington. Putting it lightly...

In one day, he was all alone and on the streets. Thankfully, there was a hostel close by he could stay in, but that was only temporary. As he went to college and went to work, he continued searching for another apartment to stay at, hopefully something cheap. And while he would love to have an apartment to himself, he knew that was virtually impossible in today's budgetary climate.

So it was by fate that he found – of all things – a newspaper ad. Yeah, a newspaper ad; in the 2020s! What was this, the 90s!? He didn't even mean to find it! He was at his local diner, eating breakfast before he went to college, and decided to read the funnies in the newspaper just to kill some time. And as he scrambled to find the darned funnies (seriously, he hasn't read a newspaper in over a decade), he eventually came upon the newspaper's advertisements. And there – as if being guided by some invisible hand – Marcus' eyes fell on a certain ad. And that ad... well...

Single female vixen seeking other to share apartment on lower-end next to Taylor Bridge. Non-smoker, professional preferred. 555-9814.

He took a photo of the ad right then and there, and kept it on his phone. Throughout the day, he pondered if this was real, or this was some sort of trap being placed by a psychopath. After all, who puts wants ads in a newspaper unironically? A grandma? Don't people nowadays use Xwitter or Jonslist? Wait, do people even use Jonslist anymore? Ugh.

But, damn, Marcus was so desperate for a place to live, that he decided to take the chance. Hey, if his fears were true and this was a murderous psychopath, at least then he wouldn't have to worry about anything anymore.

A bit dark, huh?

But then he called that number in the ad. It was the next morning, and he spent an hour or so building up the courage to speak to them. He was prepared to hear an old lady, or some chain smoker, or something. Instead, when the voice answered him...

It was beautiful.

Her name was Sheila Thompson, and she was the single female vixen living in Sunshine Apartments Room 319. Through her voice alone, Marcus could tell she was older than him; perhaps by as much as little as four years to as much as a decade. Hey, Marcus was in college for law. And in law, it pays well to be able to tell things about a person through their voice alone.

Now here he stood, outside of Sunshine Apartments, and ready to meet this mysterious Sheila Thompson. She told him beforehand to meet her at the small courtyard next to the apartment complex, where they could meet and talk. But after getting off the several buses needed to get here (which wasn't ideal for a place he wanted to live since it was going to make it hell for him when he needed to get to college or his job... but that's neither here nor there), Marcus felt paralyzed.

What if she was a murderer? What if he she was mean? What if she was crazy? Was he ready to live with a person he did not know? At least with his former roommates he had some repertoire with. This woman? Sheila Thompson? He knew absolutely nothing about her.

But, hey, the fear of homelessness was far stronger than the fear of the unknown. So after taking a deep, deep, deeeeeeeeep breath, he stepped towards the courtyard next to Sunshine Apartments. There were several steel tables and chairs around with umbrellas... although... there weren't any cafes or shops in sight. Who uses this place? And did it get cleaned often? Maybe there were vendors on the sidewalks typically?

Gah! He was getting into his own head, worrying about things that didn't matter! It didn't matter anymore! He was here, now, and all he had to do was wait for Sheila to reveal herself! So Marcus marched up towards a table, sat down, crossed his arms... and began to wait.

And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. And wait. Still waiting. And wait.

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting. Waiting, and waiting. And waiting some more. Jeeze, he showed up on time, right? Then again, she didn't really give him a time range outside of a general 10 AM time table. Ugh... well... it was only 10:14, so... he still had some time.

More waiting. More waiting. More waiting. And waiting, and waiting, and waiting. And waiting, and waiting. Yup, still waiting. And waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and waiting, and--

“Marcus? Marcus Stone...?”

That voice that echoed into his ears cut his wayward thoughts short. He recognized that voice. It was her voice. The voice he heard through the phone. The voice of a beautiful vixen. Marcus stood up from his table and turned around, where he saw... her.

Ah... single female vixen? Well, so far, that wasn't a lie. Although – if he were being bold – he'd call her a bombshell single female vixen. But that's neither here nor there.

If there was one word he'd use to describe the vixen before him, it would be 'bountiful'. Truly, truly, bountiful.

She loomed over Marcus, a large and voluptuous beauty who towered over his comparatively meek form. Not to say Marcus is meek or short, but this woman's statuesque height made him feel downright puny! Her figure was voluptuous and thick, with a huge chest, wide hips, surprisingly slim waist, and such plump thighs. And this was all emphasized if not flaunted by her choice of clothing, what with her sleeveless turtleneck that clung close to her chest and body, and these near skintight jeans that clung close to her legs like a second layer of skin.

From her head spilled black hair that flowed and flowed and flowed and flowed. Tamed into a ponytail, her jet-black hair flowed like a streamer as it rested upon her back and drifted just past her butt. It was parted open around her face, framing it like a picture frame, and... ah...

Her face. Somewhat gloomy face. A face that seemed to be cast in an odd if not perpetual shadow, that gave her this rather dour disposition. This glower and glum shadow seemed to extend towards the rest of her body as a whole, for despite her being a vixen and having the red and white pelt of one... was it him, or did her fur seem somewhat... pale. Like, sure, Marcus doesn't know that many foxes, but he knows the red of their fur typically has a more orange shade to it. But this woman's fur was a bit more... pink.

But despite the colors of her fur (or lack thereof in certain cases), there was one area of her body that was still bright. Perhaps too bright. So bright that there's no way you could ignore it. And that would be her eyes. Her beautiful, bright, blue eyes. And it was those same eyes on that same gloomy face that looked down upon Marcus... where her lips curled into a surprisingly charming smile.

“Marcus Stone. It is you,” said the vixen as she stepped forward.

“You know... my name...?” said Marcus... before shaking his head, “Ah! Th-then that means...” he then smiled back, his being more hapless and sheepish, “You... you must be Miss Thompson.”

“'Miss Thompson'?” the vixen repeated. Blushing from cheek to cheek, she pulled her hands up towards her face and shook her head... while her ears twitched and her tail began to wag, “You don't have to call me 'Miss' anything. That's too formal for someone like me. Please, just call me Sheila.”

So this was her. This was the woman he spoke to over the phone. This was Sheila Thompson; his – would-be – roommate. And honestly? He couldn't believe it! What was a woman this beautiful doing living in an apartment alone on this side of the city? With looks as good as hers, she could easily have some man wrapped around her finger!

Not that he wanted to imply anything about her character or anything! Marcus just couldn't help but to feel as if this was – so far – too good to be true.

“Sorry for being tardy,” said Sheila as she prodded her fingers together, “I wanted to make a good impression, so I may have tried to put on something n-nice to wear.”

“Hm? That's not necessary,” Marcus replied with a shake of his head, “It's your apartment. I'm the one who should be putting his best foot forward.”

“If things go well, it will be both of our apartment,” the vixen retorted, “And if things go poorly, it will be neither of our apartment. I need you as much as you need me. Prices are going up, and my business is no longer enough to support myself and keep up the apartment.”

“Haah... I know the feelings...” said Marcus, his face hapless as his body deflated slightly.

“Hm. Ah. Hm...” Sheila tilted her head to the side, “Would you... like to come inside and see? S-Sunshine Apartments aren't the biggest, but... th-they should be more than big enough for the both of us.”

“Yeah! Heh...! I'd love to!”

The vixen happily bounced in place, an action that seemed to be at odds with her usual demeanor. Just the way she looked seemed like a person who wasn't used to making a lot of jumpy and exaggerated movements. This only seemed further true when she turned around and began walking for Sunshine Apartments proper.

Sheila moved with this slow and almost lethargic gait to her. Hips swaying lazily from side to side... which had the unfortunate (or fortunate, depending on who you're asking) side effect of drawing attention to her ample curvature and voluptuous physique. Seriously, why her hips so... so... so... lewd?

A blush appeared on Marcus' face as he shamelessly ogled her butt and waist. He then snapped back to reality, where he mentally slapped himself for his own shameless actions. No, wait. Mentally slap himself? No, he physically slapped his face with an audible--

Smack!

“Oh? M-Marcus?”

Sheila looked over her shoulder towards him. At lighting speeds, he pulled his hand from his face... though a hand print was left on his face. Guess he slapped himself too hard there.

“I'm fine!” he said, before sheepishly laughing, “So, uh, please, keep leading the way, Sheila!”

“Nm... okay...”

Sunshine Apartments was not the type of housing that was, uh, well-maintained to put it lightly. Sure, it wasn't breaking at the seams – there wasn't chipped paint, or uprooted floor tiles, or broken support beams – but it did look worn and faded. Whoever the landlord was, they made sure the building operated well and looked well enough... but that's about all. It was so 'adequate', that Marcus was surprised the building had an elevator. However, said elevator was currently Out of Order. And while the sign said 'TEMPORARY' in big, bold, red letters, the young man found that hard to believe.

So up the stairs they went; all the way to the third floor. And... ugh... he really should have walked ahead of Sheila. Allowing her to lead the way was a bad idea. Why? Because as she climbed up the stairs ahead of him, Marcus was given a rather flattering view of her backside. If her butt and hips seemed large and shapely before, then as she climbed up several steps ahead of her, they seemed downright magnificent now! Seriously, he had never seen an ass so curved before! And the way it moved...

Left... right... left... right. All in these slow, lethargic movements that made it seem as if Sheila was moving in slow motion.

Marcus tried. Oh damn did he try not to look at her butt. He tried looking at the walls, or the stairs, or the ceiling. But his gaze would inevitably return to her backside, watching it move like he was stuck in some time dilation sphere. What took only a few seconds to climb up to the third floor, felt like they were on that staircase for several hours. Ugh!

But, hey, they got there. Now on the third floor, they passed by multiple doors, with Marcus reading the numbers as they ran from #301, all the way to--

“Room #319...” said Sheila, “Here's our home.”

Pulling out her keys, Sheila opened up the door, revealing the small flat that would (hopefully) be Sheila's home. It wasn't the biggest apartment. The door led directly into the living room. There was a hallway to the back that led to the two bedrooms and bathroom. There was a small kitchen area, and – best of all – there was a window that showed the city of Willington and the nearby Taylor Bridge.

Everything in here was rather modest as well. There was a couch, a coffee table, an extra chair, a TV that looked somewhat old, and... well... not much else that gave an idea of what sort of person Sheila was. A potted plant in the corner was nice, yeah, but no photos of family members? No portraits of... anything?

But Marcus didn't say anything. It wasn't in his place to question someone's way of living, especially when he just met them, and especially especially when he was trying to live with them. He was just thankful they weren't into anything crazy or disrupting.

Sheila continued on, leading Marcus down the small hall towards the rooms in the back.

“This is the bathroom,” she said, gesturing at a door to the back, “It will be your bathroom. I have the master bedroom, and that comes with a bathroom, so feel free to enjoy this bathroom as much as you'd like. It will be directly across from your bedroom, which is right here.”

Marcus turned to his right. Just as Sheila said, there was a door here, one he opened to reveal an empty bedroom. Thankfully, it was completely empty, not even having a mattress. It did have a closet! And the space here was rather wide. So far, this was way better than this last apartment, where it was much more cramped, and he had to share it with three other people! Now he had a big room to himself, and he got to share it with a bombshell of a vixen!

So far, so good.

But if this was his room, then that meant the other door – the one at the end of the hall – was her bedroom. And the door was completely closed shut, giving no hint as to what was on the other side. If Sheila did have some sort of personality, he would discover it in there.

Guh. But why did he care so much? He was acting like some nosy toddler! But could you blame him when he's standing with such a tall, voluptuous, bountiful, and beautiful vixen such as her.

“I hope you don't mind sleeping on the floor for the time being,” said Sheila as she smiled at him in a somewhat glum manner, “I wish the apartments here came furnished with beds, but it's not a given. The apartment here was completely empty when I first moved in.”

“Ah, that's no problem for me,” said Marcus with a charming smile and dismissive wave of his hand, “I can quickly buy an inflatable bed at a local shop. Besides, I'd rather sleep on this floor in a comforter or sleeping bag than sleep in the bed at the hostel I'm staying at. It's really miserable.”

“Oh... you poor thing...” said Sheila as she prodded her fingers together, “I... I hope this room is to your liking.”

“It's more than that,” said Marcus with this wry grin as he walked into the center of the room, “It's so spacious and... big! It's way bigger than my old one! Heh...” he looked at her, “I... I hope you don't mind sharing it with me.”

“Oh! Of course! It's no issue at all!” Sheila replied with a warm smile, “You look like... such a polite young man. I hope you don't mind sharing space with an old fox like me. I know you college students are much more active these days. You probably have plenty of friends you'd rather be staying with.”

“Tch! My friends? Naaaaaw,” Marcus replied, his cheeky grin belying his sheepishness, “I'm sure living with my friends would be a... very bad idea. Besides, most of them don't live in this city...” he looked back at Sheila, head tilted to the side, “But before I get ahead of myself... uh... I don't want to count my chickens before they hatch. Is there... anything you want to ask about me?”

“Hm? Ah... has... h-has... has something changed about you since the last time we spoke?” asked Sheila as she leaned over slightly, “You're a college student. You go to Willington Community College. You work at M&K Law Firm. And you already agreed to splitting rent down; 50/50...” her head tilted the other way, “N-n-nothing about that's changed... r-right...?”

“Uh... um... n-no... I guess...” Marcus said with a shrug of his shoulders, “Huh... I figured... there might be something you'd want to go over before we move in with one another.”

“Oh... uh... e-everything you said over the phone...” Sheila said as a warm smile appeared on her pale face, “It... it... y-you sounded very nice, Marcus. And... and you sound like a very... um... d-diligent young man too. I don't... I don't really have many questions I'd like to ask you. O-outside of personal questions... um... b-but...” she shuddered in place, her eyes darting to the side, “Are... are... are there any questions you'd like to ask me?”

“Uhhh...”

Growing silently briefly, Marcus looked Sheila up and down. The flustered face she wore, the pale coloration of her fur, the way she shivered in place, how her ears and tail twitched and jittered, and how her eyes looked everywhere but at him, all told him one thing. She... didn't speak to people often, did she? The little quirks of her body language spoke of a woman who did not have much social interactions.

“Did... anyone else call you about your advertisement?” asked Marcus, to which Sheila quickly shook her head.

“N-no...” she answered, her hands brought up to her in a (poor) attempt to cover her blushing cheeks, “Y-you were the only person who... um... who um... who called to ask about the room...” she shook her head before whispering lowly, “I don't think a lot of people cared to ask...”

“I'm not sure about that...” Marcus replied, “You put your ad in the newspaper. If you wanted to gain some traction, you should have asked for roommates over Xwitter or Jonslist... heck, even MyBook...” he paused for a moment, “Though that might be deader than newspapers...”

“Xwitter? Jonslist? M-MyBook?” Sheila repeated, before shaking her head, “N-no... I don't have... accounts on any of those... and... I couldn't imagine putting myself out there on the... um... internet... gghh...”

Such an odd response... and definitely the kind of response he'd expect from someone as socially awkward as her. Seriously, she wore the badge of an introvert to a 'T'! Perhaps this would be cause for concern for others. Seriously, who in the 2020s doesn't at least have a Xwitter page!? At least use it to stalk some friends and ex-lovers!

But despite this somewhat alarming information, Marcus didn't feel put off by Sheila. And how could she? Who could possibly be put off by this tall, voluptuous, and bountiful vixen? Not to mention the fact that she was – admittedly – so cute! Hey, he could imagine worse people to live with.

Besides... it's not like he was in much of a position to search for another place to live. Once again, beggars can't be choosers!

“Well... do you mind me asking when I can... move in...?” asked Marcus, making Sheila jolt in place.

“Oh! Y-you actually... um... w-w-want to move in with me?” she replied, her eyes darting around, “U-u-u-uhh... um... y-you can... you can move in whenever you'd like! P-p-preferably by the end of the month, s-s-so I can have some help with the... rent...!”

“Then I better get started,” said Marcus as he pointed at himself with his thumb, “Gotta go get my things out of storage. I don't have much, but... it would be nice not to have to pay for that anymore!”

“L-l-leaving so soon?” asked Sheila, “B-b-before you go, l-let me get you something to drink. I'd hate to send you away without o-offering you anything.”

“Hey, that's unnecessar--”

Grrrrrrrrrrgggkhh!

Hm. Okay. Yeah. He is a broke and starving college student. And while something to drink won't be the most filling thing he could have right now, it was better than the two slices of bread he ate before leaving the hostel. He seriously should have stopped by a fast food restaurant on the way here.

Fortunately, Sheila did not tease him for this. Instead, her ears gave a twitch as she looked at him with a warm – if not blushing – smile on her face.

“Would you... like something to eat...?”

“Uh... if you don't mind...?”

…

He needed to move in by the end of the month, huh? Try moving in by the end of the weekend. He wasn't lying when he said he wanted to get out of that hostel!

Getting his things over to Sunshine Apartments wasn't too hard. Marcus woke up early in the morning – like, sunrise early in the morning – and took a bus over towards the small storage place he could afford on his meager budget. It wasn't the biggest storage unit, but it's not like he had a lot to store anyway. Just his TV, his game console, a few knickknacks of sentimental value he had collected during his first semester in college, and that's that. He used to have some furniture, but when he moved to that hostel, he had no choice but to sell it off just to keep some money in his wallet. At least he kept his nightstand... though he no longer had a bed to go along with said nightstand. Oh well.

After hiring a Zoomer to bring his things over to Sunshine Apartments, he loaded his things up, got in the truck, and rode off. It was a Hispanic man who was driving the pickup truck. He didn't speak much English, but he knew the lyrics to Thriller and Smooth Criminal like the back of his hand. Made the trip feel too quick, and that man got one hell of a tip!

But here Marcus stood, right outside the apartment he saw only a few days ago. In one hand was his luggage, filled with all the clothes he's owned since moving into Willington. His other hand was tugging along a dolly to carry the boxes containing his TV, game consoles, and random other stuff. On his back was a bookbag containing his laptop, and slung on his shoulder was a box containing an inflatable bed.

Yes it was heavy, and yes, it was killing his back! He needed to get inside ASAP!

Fortunately, he didn't need to do it alone, for as he neared Sunshine Apartments' front doors, he was greeted by--

“Sheila?”

“Marcus. Good morning,” said the vixen, a smile on her face as her tail softly swayed behind her, “D-do you need help with those? I-it looks... heavy.”

He didn't really want to accept her aid. Call it old-fashioned sensibilities (he is from the south), but didn't want to burden her. Besides, she was his roommate and was kind enough to offer him her empty room. Would asking for help in a situation like this be in bad form?

But, ugh, let's face it; his back was killing him!

“Yes please...” Marcus mumbled, making Sheila smile softly.

“Oh... okay...” she said with an affirmative nod, “G-give me your bed... I-I'll hold it for you.”

With Sheila's aid, Marcus was able to get upstairs in a matter of moments. He did have to make several trips to get his boxes upstairs though, due to the fact that – of course – the elevator was still down. Who was their landlord? That was the first complaint he was going to give now that he lived here!

Eventually, Marcus made it into his empty and sparse room, where he just stood there with his hands on his hips and his body triumphant. Finally, after a little over a month of living in that hostel, he had a room again. While he would be thankful to that hostel for putting a roof on his head... let's face it, it pales in comparison to having his own room! No more barracks for him, thank you very much!

“Marcus...?” said Sheila, causing him to face the entrance to his room, “Is... everything to your liking?”

“Hm? What are you talking about?” he replied, eyebrow raised.

“I... I swept last night when you said you'd be moving over. I-I wanted to make sure everything was... okay... so...” she tilted her head, “It's... okay, right? N-nothing's out of the ordinary?”

“Uh... no, not at all,” he answered, this warm smile appearing on his lips, “In fact, I should be thanking you, Sheila. Thanks for giving me this place to live, and for helping me move my stuff upstairs,” stepping forward, he stretched out his hand, offering it to her, “I promise, I won't ever be late on rent. Oh! And if you need help with anything, please, don't hesitate to ask.”

“Ah! Oh! Ah!” she replied, lips curling into this awkward smile as she visibly shrank before him, “Oh... uh... d-d-d-don't thank... don't thank me that much...! I'm just... h-happy to be of help...!”

“Uh... okay...”

Pulling back his hand, a hapless smile adorned Marcus' lips. Since it had been a few days, he nearly forgot how socially awkward Sheila was. Perhaps offering to shake her hand was a touch too far. They were still strangers to one another; he couldn't be too forward. But he hoped they could at least become friends. He didn't want to just be roommates.

“Okay... wh-while you get comfortable, I'm... I'm going to go back to my room,” said Sheila as she stepped backwards, “I-if you need any help, j-just knock, okay?”

“Okay,” he replied with a nod.

She nodded back, awkwardly, as well as blushing furiously. And then – like some kind of ghost – she quickly zipped to her door and stepped through it, closing it shut behind her. But be it out of curiosity for his roommate, Marcus couldn't help but to steal a quick glance at her bedroom. He didn't see much, but...

It looked rather dark, didn't it?

Bah. Whatever! He wasn't going to let his curiosity strain this newfound relationship! Especially since doing so could possibly lead to him being kicked out of his new home, and he definitely didn't want that to happen! So he turned around, and got to work unpacking his things.

…

So this is it, huh? After, like, a month or so of searching, he finally got a new apartment, and a new roommate. All those fears of possibly living with someone he didn't like, were all cleaned away. And, sure, he still didn't know Sheila all too well, but from the few interactions they have had already, she appeared to be a kind – if not lethargic and socially awkward – woman.

She looked nice. She sounded nice too. And – admittedly – she kinda smelled nice. Not that he was going around smelling girls (he is not a creepy pervert!), but she seemed to have some sweet-smelling aroma around her. What kind of perfume did Sheila wear?

If you didn't notice it, Marcus was trying to adjust to his new room.

He had spent the rest of his day getting used to his new home. Inflating up his inflated able bed, setting up his TV (on the floor, ya'know. True bachelor living), plugging in his game console, stuffing his clothes into his closet, and, yes, even putting up his nightstand too. Why bother with the nightstand? He really didn't have an answer.

Next was getting used to the location surrounding Sunshine Apartments. Like, he now knew that around 11 AM to 2 PM, food vendors would start selling their wares at the courtyard he first met Sheila at. That's good; now he had a place he could grab a quick bite to eat when he was heading to his classes around 11. He also learned that there was a faster way to get to and from his classes than he originally believed, which was the truest boon of all.

It did require him to take the underground metro, and he didn't really like the underground metro... but, oh well. But – as a small victory – Sheila offered to share her internet with him. Such a kind woman. Almost too kind. Was she secretly a witch planning to sacrifice him?

Hmmmmmm...

She hadn't left her room for almost the entire day. Every time he came back into the apartment after adventuring around, her door was closed. He heard her rummage and move around within, but that's about it. Is that why her apartment was so sparse and empty? Did she spend all day inside of her room? Ugh! That only made him more curious about what was behind her doors!

But Marcus did not push. That would be rude of him, and she had been such a gracious roommate thus far. Right now, he was going to focus on being the best roommate she could possibly have! So if she wanted to stay close to herself, then so be it!

Now then... he was a bit peckish. Maybe he should celebrate his newfound apartment by getting something to eat and drink? They were roommates after all, and thus they shared the refrigerator, so it was on him to make sure it was stocked with groceries as well. It's not like he's been a stickler about whose food belonged to who, so...

Marcus emerged from his room, walking out into the hall and traveling to Sheila's room, where he brought up his hand, and--

Knock! Knock!

“Heya, Sheila. I'm about to head out to pick up something to eat. Are you feeling anything specific?”

“Uah!?”

Clank!

“Hm?”

That noise... didn't come from Sheila's bedroom. It came from the opposite direction; specifically in the direction of the apartment's kitchen. Head tilted to the side in confusion, Marcus slowly wandered over towards their apartment's living room, and turned to face the kitchen.

“Sheila...?” he said.

From over the kitchen counter's edge, he could see the ears of the vixen. Was she... kneeling? Why was she kneeling?

“Sheila?” said Marcus as he came closer, “Is... everything okay?”

“Ah...! M-M-M-Marcus...!” she replied, her ears visibly shuddering, “I-I-I-I...! I didn't know... y-y-y-you were here...! I-I-I thought you were... s-still out. Ah... I... I haven't... g-g-gotten used to... h-having a roommate... yet...”

“Why are you stuttering so much? Is everything okay? Should I call for an ambulance?”

“N-n-n-no! I-I-I'm fine...! S-seriously! Honestly...! I... ugh...”

Raising her hand, Sheila placed it upon the counter's surface next to her... and slowly pulled herself up. Marcus' head tilted back as the vixen stood up before her... and... well...

This was Sheila Thompson, right? The beautiful and bountiful vixen who was his roommate? Because, well, she had seemingly transformed into something... else. Gone was the turtleneck and jeans combo she had worn the past few times he'd seen her. Replacing it was... this.

It was like a sundress, no, an evening gown. A rather form-fitting and accentuating evening gown. An evening gown that clung close to Sheila's body, and did a damn-fine job of flaunting her bountiful curves and voluptuous figure. It clung close to her hips, her waist, and – oh heavens – her bust. The evening gown even flaunted her cleavage, letting him see just how curvy and rubensque her bosom was.

But... ah... this difference in attire extended to her... well... everything. No longer was her jet-black hair long and flowing like a streamer, and no longer was it parted around her face to expose her somewhat gloomy features. Instead, her long black hair was wild, messy, and unkempt. It curled this way, frazzled that way, and looked like she hadn't combed it in a day! It also fell over her face, slightly obscuring her features, though Marcus could still see the gloomy expression she wore, as her blue eyes gazed to the side in disappointment.

“Mar... cus...” Sheila whispered as she pulled over her jacket she wore to help obscure her chest... something she did a poor job of due to just how endowed she was, “Sorry... I-I really am. I... I didn't know... you c-c-came back...” she shrunk slightly, “T-t-t-to see me in... s-s-such a way... I... I look unsightly...”

“What? N-no, it's fine,” Marcus said as this reassuring smile appeared on his face, “Uh... you shouldn't feel ashamed of how you dress. It's your apartment. Dress in any way you'd like. Believe me, this is far from the worst thing I've seen. Now my last roommates? Jeeze! They couldn't dress!”

His support brought a shaky smile to Sheila's lips. She was still shuddering, and it was clear she felt some embarrassment behind her disheveled appearance, but Marcus' kind words and charming smile brought her some joy, slight though it may be.

“Well... now that you're here...” he said as he approached her, “What... would you like to eat, Sheila?”

“Um... w-well... i-i-if you're offering... uh...” she whispered, cheeks an intense red and eyes gazing to the side as this kooky smile appeared on her lips, “C-C-Chinese. Could you... order takeout? Th-there's a little restaurant nearby... i-i-if you don't mind. I... I have the menu, i-i-if you need it.”

“Chinese takeout? Heh...! I'd love some!”

…

So... that's what Sheila looks like when lazing around the house, huh? It was so... slovenly!

Just as the vixen said, there was a Chinese restaurant right across the street from Sunshine Apartments. 'Golden China' was its name, and it seemed to be a rather popular little area going by the number of people going in and out. And when Marcus arrived, he was forced to sit into a small line to order his food.

Not that he was complaining. This alone time gave him time to think. And he wasn't thinking about the new apartment he was living in. Rather, he could not pull his mind away from Sheila's voluptuous body.

Ah... so busty!

Try, try with all his might to fight off the lascivious thoughts he had towards Sheila's body, but it just wasn't working. Like, ugh, she was so stacked! He thought it before, but out of respect for the woman who was giving him a place to stay, he attempted to stuff these disrespectful thoughts to the back of his head. But now, after running into Sheila in such a disheveled state, he couldn't get the images of her body out of his mind!

Like... aah! Why were her breasts so big!?

Both shame and male desire swelled within Marcus. He was so enraptured with these randy thoughts, that he didn't really pay attention to what he was doing. It was like he was operating on autopilot; buying his food, waiting for his food to be prepared, and then leaving with his food.

And he continued operating on autopilot as he returned to his apartment. Over the road, up the stairs, to the door, and--

“Ah... M-Marcus...”

The vixen sat on the couch in their apartment's living room, a bashful smile on her face and two cans of cold soda sitting on the coffee table. She was still wearing that evening gown that left little to the imagination, though her hair had been straightened out from those messy curls she had, and they once more revealed her gloomy face.

And seeing her sitting there, smiling in such an awkward manner, was enough to dispel those lewd thoughts he had racing in his mind. Instead, Marcus walked over towards the kitchen counter and put down their bag of food. And after rummaging through it to separate their meals, he brought them over towards the coffee table... and sat down next to Sheila.

The vixen hopped in place, stunned by how close her roommate was being. A part of her wanted to jump out of her pelt, grab her food, and quickly rush over to her bedroom! But there was this kind and warm smile on Marcus' lips, one that was so supportive, so reassuring. Instead of running off, she took a deep breath and nodded.

Eating? With someone else? Oh! When's the last time she did that? It must have been years ago...

After opening their styrofoam boxes, Marcus reached down and grabbed his can of soda. He then turned to face Sheila with that smile on her face, causing her to look back at him with a confused face. He didn't say anything, instead gesturing with his can of soda a few times, causing her to understand what he was doing. So, mirroring him, Sheila too grabbed her can of soda and brought it close.

“Here's a toast... to a fruitful relationship,” said Marcus, “I look forward to living with you, roommie!”

“R-right!”

And with that, the two 'Clanked!' their soda's together.

…

“Haaaah... haaaahh~ Aaaaahhhh~”

“Nnggh...”

“Mmmph~ Hnnnn~~~”

“Wh... wha...?”

“Ooooh-oooohh~~~”

“What the...?”

Brown eyes opened up.

There laid Marucs upon his inflatable bed, staring up at the roof of his room. Darkness surrounded him as it was the night, and he didn't have any windows in his bedroom. So far, sleeping in his new place was no issue for him. But that's not the issue. The issue was the sounds he heard that woke him up in the first place.

“Nngh... whatever...” Marcus grumbled, dismissing it as he closed his eyes and rolled over, “I'll just--”

“Nnggh-haaaa~~”

“What...?”

Begrudgingly, the young man rolled up onto his butt. For a few moments he stared groggily forward, looking at the wall, before finally rolling off of his inflatable bed. Standing up onto his feet, Marcus flipped on the switch of his lamp, bringing light to his bedroom. He then sat there briefly, as if waiting to confirm his suspicions.

He didn't have to wait long...

“Haaaahnn~~”

“Is that... Sheila...?” he whispered to himself.

He didn't pause to think about what it was he was hearing, instead stumbling towards his door like a zombie. Exiting out into the hallway, he stared at the living room, thinking he'd see Sheila, and that she might have been watching TV. But, no, that's not it. The lights were off and the TV, leaving the apartment drenched in darkness. Then... where was that sound coming from?

Marcus turned, facing the direction of Sheila's bedroom.

The door was slightly ajar... and he saw the dark light of a computer screen.

The smart part of Marcus' mind told him 'no'. This was stupid, and he was stupid, and shameless, and disrespectful, and many other things. That was Sheila's room, and he had no right approaching it!

But damn were his curiosities strong. What? Was he a child? Or did he have cat blood in his family somewhere? Or, hell, maybe he was just so sleepy, he hadn't realized how intrusive he was being. But these were all just excuses, weren't they? Whatever the case may be, Marcus walked over towards Sheila's bedroom like a puppet on the strings, drawn forth by his overwhelming curiosity, and those strange sounds he was hearing.

Maybe he already knew what those sounds were. Hm...

Silently, Marcus scooted close to the slight gap in the doorway... and peered through it. Just as he surmised, Sheila's room was completely swallowed in shadows... save for the glow emitted by her laptop screen. And while he could not see what was on said laptop screen, he didn't need to. Not when it illuminated the vixen in all of her nude glory.

On her bed lay Sheila. Her legs were spread, and her laptop rested on her stomach, while the bright screen shined upon her. She was nearly completely naked, with only one sock on her foot, and her jacket on her shoulders. A jacket that was open, exposing her huge, voluptuous tits. Sweat glistened upon her curvy body, further shining thanks to the light of her laptop.

One of her hands was gripping her huge tit, groping it, kneading it, rolling it around and around in circles. Her other hand was between her legs, sliding into her gripping pussy a sex toy. A vibrating sex toy, one that rumbled and groaned within her, further stimulating her hot folds. In and out she slid that toy into her drooling slit, while her fingers pinched her stiff, pink nipple.

Eyes wide, Marcus was like a deer caught in headlights; he couldn't bring himself to move away! It may have been brief, but when his eyes darted up, he caught a glimpse of Sheila's face. Her hair was messy again, strewn all over the place, but it did little to obscure her face.

Her puffy red cheeks. Her glowing blue eyes. Her gaping mouth. And all as she filled the air with her sonorous moans.

“Aah~! Aaaahhh~ Fuck~”

Marcus pulled away. Silently, yes, but quickly. And when he turned to face his bedroom, his eyes were wider than lights.

Sheila was... masturbating. Those weird noises he heard were the sounds of her moans and groans. And while Marcus may have not realized it before, seeing it first hand had awoken him in an instant. Suddenly, a swelling of shame and disgust within himself had risen from deep inside his chest. He clutched at himself, his mouth opening several times... before he swiftly darted into his bedroom, and fell into his inflatable mattress. And after clutching his blankets and drawing them up to his chest, he stared up towards the ceiling with eyes wide.

And he continued staring up at the ceiling... while the sounds of Sheila masturbating continued flowing into his ears. Guess these walls weren't the thickest! And to make matters worse, when he closed his eyes to try and sleep, his mind was assaulted with the fresh images he just saw.

For a brief moment, Sheila's voluptuous body was on full display. Her bountiful curves... her erotic thickness... nothing was hidden from view. But it was her face that caught Marcus' attention the most. Even though it was from a distance, he could almost perfectly envision her face.

And it made his dick stir.

…

Marcus was hoping that going to work the following morning would take his mind off of things. He was wrong. As he ran through the offices of his job, delivering papers to whoever, and having whatever photo-copied, he just could not take his mind away from the image of Sheila's naked and voluptuous body. From the way her laptop screen illuminated her body, to how she moaned and groaned with pleasure, the sights and sounds were all painstakingly glued to his mind.

Ugh. Why did he wear slacks today? He kept popping boners at random! And the receptionist Diana saw it, didn't she? She had to have! Uuuggghhh!

Whatever. When it came time to go home, he gathered his things and hopped upon the evening Green Line back down towards the lower-end, riding along the metro with his legs squeezed in such a way that it made him uncomfortable. But, hey, he'd rather be uncomfortable than sporting a rather prominent bulge throughout the day.

Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit. Dammit. Marcus didn't know who to blame: Sheila for masturbating in the first place with her door slightly open, or himself for seeing it happen, even if only for a second or two. No. No, no. No. It was his fault. It was definitely his own fault.

Hm. Maybe he should crank one out. That would – hopefully – take his mind off of things.

Upon returning to his apartment, Marcus groaned in exhaustion and stepped off the bus. A part of him hoped that Sheila would have been out so that he could have the place to himself. But, no, that wouldn't happen; from the moment he started living here, he hadn't seen her leave their apartment yet. She had to have a job, right?

But, ah, whatever; that didn't matter. So long as she was in his room and he was in his, then he could quickly beat his dick and hopefully clear his mind of his accidental voyeurism. So he stepped through the door, and--

“Aah? Sh-Sheila?”

“Hm? Slurp! Marcus...?”

Guess their little run-in together yesterday had left Sheila feeling more comfortable around him. Whereas she was seemingly ashamed of her disheveled and slovenly appearance before, now the vixen had no qualms exposing it. She was in her nightgown again, had her jacket on her shoulders again, her hair was wild again, and, yes, she was sporting her massive rack, with her deep, plunging cleavage.

But it was more than that. The window to their apartment was open, and the vixen was leaning over on its window seal. Repeat. She was leaning over on its window seal. Her great and pendulous breasts were squeezed slightly more to her chest, while her large, shapely, plum rump was lifted up and pointed towards Marcus' face. The young man's cheeks turned a bright red as he gazed at her ass, shamelessly ogling, and unable to look away. Thankfully, Sheila seemed to not notice this.

The vixen turned around. And Marcus really wished she hadn't. Not because he now had to come face to face with her great chest, but more because of what was in her mouth. Why oh why of all things was she sucking on a popsicle? It wasn't that hot outside!

Though it was a bit hotter. Was it hot because of the summer atmosphere, or was it hot for other reasons. That was yet to be decided.

“Are you okay, Marcus?” asked Sheila as she approached him, causing his head to tip back so he could look up at her, “You're looking a bit... flushed.”

“I... hn... I'm fine...” he mumbled, his embarrassed blush spreading wider on his cheeks as he looked away, “Guess it's... just the heat... I guess...”

His lie was poor. Anyone with eyes could tell why a young man like him would be blushing so much around a voluptuous vixen like herself. But Sheila didn't seem to realize this, as she hopped up in place... causing her breasts to bounce.

“Oh! Uh! S-s-stay right here!”

With surprising speed for a woman of her shape and size, Sheila quickly rushed towards the refrigerator. Marcus stood there, head tilted to the side as he was given a flattering view of her backside, while she opened the refrigerator's fridge to pull out yet another popsicle. She didn't have any specific flavor of popsicles, instead having a box containing nothing but those rainbow-flavored. Swiping out one, she quickly returned to Marcus, giving him one.

“H-h-here. You can... haah... you can have some too... i-i-if you want,” said the vixen as she stepped back, “I-I-I hope you don't mind the flavors. It's vanilla, and-and, strawberry, and... blueberry.”

“Um... thank you...”

Unable to pull his gaze away from her face, Marcus slowly took the popsicle handed to him, where he unwrapped it, and put it to his lips. And as he slowly licked and sucked on the sweet treat, his gaze never felt Sheila's bright blue eyes... and the smile she wore.

The vixen was a very beautiful woman, though you might not realize it from a distance. Sure, when she was fully dressed and out and about, she looked amazing. But even here, now, with her messy hair and wrinkly clothes, there was an unmistakable attractiveness from her.

“Um... w-would... would you like to talk and... t-t-tell me about your day?” asked Sheila as she gestured towards the couch, “I have some extra time on my hand, a-a-and I'd love to hear what it's like working... hn... working at a law firm...”

“It's... well... it's not that special,” Marcus replied with a shrug of his shoulders as the both of them moved to the couch, sitting down next to one another, “I'm just an intern. A paid intern, but an intern no less. All I do is... run here, run there, deliver papers, scan and copy stuff. You know, that sort of thing.”

“A-a-a-and you talk to a lot of people when you do it?” asked Sheila, “L-l-like a lot...?”

“Yeah, I kinda have to. It can get busy sometimes...” he replied, before tilting his head at her, “What about you, Sheila? What do you do for your job?”

“Oh!? M-m-me!? I-I! Um...”

Her eyes closed, her cheeks turned an intense red, and her teeth lightly clenched. Guess she wasn't expecting to be the one who had to answer questions, something that seemed to be normal for her. But instead of shrinking away and growing quiet, the vixen took a deep breath, where she gained enough courage to scoot a little closer, bumping her hip against Marcus'.

“I work at a nearby bookstore,” she whispered, “It's r-really quiet... a-a-and it pays well... a-a-and the people are nice,” her awkward smile spread on her lips, “I-i-if you e-e-ever need some... um... some books for your c-c-college classes, j-just ask. I-I-I can help, okay...?”

“Okay... okay!” said Marcus with an affirmative smile, “As a starving college student, I'll take any help I can get.”

“S-s-starving? Are you starving? D-d-do you need anything to eat!?”

“What? N-no... it's... uh... just an expression.”

“Huh? Oh... eh... sorry...”

…

“Huf~! Huf~! Huf~! Haahh~”

“Nngh... huh...?”

“Nmmph~~~! Aaooooh~”

“Wh-what...? Again...?”

“Nngghh~~~”

Bringing over his hand, Marcus rubbed his eyes before opening them. Once more he was surrounded in the darkness of his bedroom. What time was it? Reaching over for his phone, he tipped it towards his face, and after wincing from the pain of his bright screen, he stared at the numbers looking back at him.

1:26 AM.

Pulling his phone away and groaning, Marcus leaned up onto his feet. Like, look, listen; he didn't mind it if Sheila masturbated. She was a grown woman, this was her home, and she was in her bedroom; she's allowed to masturbate for as long and as loud as she damn-well pleases! But, damn, she did have a roommate now! Couldn't she lower the volume just a smidgen? Like, seriously, she's quiet throughout most of the day, but when it comes to the night, she becomes a moaning banshee?

Ugh...

Getting up from his inflatable mattress, Marcus wandered over towards his door and slipped through it. As if to confirm that, yes, she was masturbating, he looked towards her door. And lo and behold, it was slightly ajar yet again, with flickers of light sliding through its ajar door.

Marcus leered at the door, more annoyed than he was horny. Unlike last night, he wasn't going to let his curiosity take hold over him, and he turned around to face his bedroom.

That is until...

“Maaarrrrrcuuuuusss~~~”

“Nghh...?”

Marcus flinched, his eyes wide and pupils darting left and right. Did he just hear his name? Did Sheila just say his name? To confirm this, he turned to face her bedroom, as if doing so would cause her to say his name again. And like clockwork, she--

“Aaahhnn~ Marcuusss...!”

Cheeks red, Marcus stared at the door, frozen in place while a wave of disbelief rushed upon his face. Whatever annoyance he felt was instantly replaced with confusion as he quietly and slowly stepped closer and closer. Coming to Sheila's door, he lingered just outside of it... before peering through its small gap.

“Nngh~! Ngghh ~~! Nnnmmphh~~~! Aaah~”

Legs spread, body covered in a layer of sweat, shirt pulled up so that her tits could breathe; Sheila laid upon her mattress as she moaned and groaned with pleasure. One hand was gripping and groping her tit, rolling it around in circles while her fingers tweaked her nipple. Her other hand however was not gripping a toy. Instead, her fingers plunged into her sweltering cunt, causing juices to bubble and flow like a cup running over.

She was masturbating already, and damn, she was really into it. Head leaning back, she rocked her hips gently as her middle and index finger plunged into her snatch again and again and again. And though his vision was slightly obscured by distance and darkness, Marcus could see just enough as her fingers slid in and out of her pussy.

“Oohh ~~Aaahhhh~~ ”

Her head leaned back, eyes closed shut as she pursed her plump lips. Smiling from cheek to cheek, her fingers quickened in pace as she carved out her cunt. More juices, more lewd 'Squelches!', more sonorous cries of ecstasy, while her chest heaved lightly.

“Oooh~ Nnggh! Maaarrrcuuuusss~~”

On one hand, this is weird, right? Like, absolutely insane? Sheila was masturbating to him? Or was she masturbating to someone else whose name just happened to be Marcus? That sounded even more impossible!

On the other hand...

Damn was this such a fucking turn on! Maybe it was those base male desires swelling within him again, but Marcus' night pants suddenly felt incredibly restrictive. Placing his hand on his waist, he slid his fingers down his thigh, feeling his cock begin to thicken and throb against the underside of his pants. Up and down, he slowly stroked his fingers along his cock, sending pleasure racing up his body. And when it grew too great to ignore, he finally fished his member out from within.

His length – long and thick – stood tall in the darkness of the hallway. Sinking down to his knees, Marcus wrapped his hand around his length and began pumping it back and forth. Pleasure coursed up his body as he began pleasing himself, unable to stop his lust and primal instincts from taking over.

“F-fuck...” Marcus whispered, “Haah...! Wh-what is wrong with me...?”

“AH~!?”

His eyes widened and he looked through the slit in the door. Sheila was gyrating her hips with startling skill, dancing her body on her plunging fingers like she was riding a cock. More and more she groped her tits, furthering her pleasure just a bit more, before swiping and brushing some hair that stuck to her sweaty face. And as her head tipped back, she let loose more cries of need and pleasure, causing Marcus to grit his teeth.

His hand worked his cock over even faster. Jerking, jerking, jerking, to the point that his toes were curling and he felt dangerously close to cumming. He was so enthralled with what he was doing that he didn't even care he wasn't working with any tissue or toilet paper or anything!

Just more and more, harder and harder! Until one final twist, and--

“Nghh!?”

“Aaahhhhh~~~!”

Sheila's eyes swirled to the back of her head, her mouth gaping as a warbling cry of ecstasy left her lips. In unison with her accidental voyeur, the vixen came. Feminine juices squirted around her fingers, covering them in her honey as her body locked up one moment... and then collapsed the next. And as she rushed to catch her breath, Marcus too came down from his own orgasm. His hand pulled back. Collected in his hand was his own thick seed... and his own shame and disappointment.

Agh! What the hell was wrong with him!? It's one thing to accidentally spy on Sheila; it's something else entirely to willingly do so, and masturbate to it like some filthy pervert! If anything, he should be disgusted with her! She's the one masturbating while thinking of him; her own roommate! If she was, like, some old guy, he'd be rightfully weirded out! At the very least, she should learn how to close her damn door!

Ah! Huff...

Post-nut clarity was hell, and it told him that this entirely situation was fucked up. Silently pulling away from Marcus quickly retreated to the bathroom and washed his hands, before retreating to his bedroom. He went to sleep that night telling himself that this was some weird shit he did once, and he would never do again. And, hopefully, Sheila will learn to keep her voice down when she's fingering herself.

Yeah... hopefully...

…

Yeah, well, she didn't.

As he lived with Sheila, Marcus eventually got into the groove of things. He was used to waking up early, mostly for his job. But as he took night classes, he would often wake up early in the morning, and spend almost all day out, before eventually returning at around 9 to 10 PM. That's not the issue however; it was the nights that were really working him over.

Every night – without fail – he was subjugated to the sounds of Sheila masturbating. Sometimes her door would be slightly open, other times it would be closed shut; it ultimately made little difference. Her whimpering voice would echo through the thin walls of their apartment, and oftentimes wake him up randomly. Most nights, he'd just turn around and go back to sleep. But some nights, he'd just lay there, listening to the sounds of her erotic cries. Usually, it was on the nights when she said his name.

Once again, if Sheila wanted to masturbate, he didn't care. But did she have to cry out his name when she did it sometimes? And, also, did she have to masturbate every fucking night!? It seemed like she was going for some nonstop record or something with how she never failed to finger her pussy, or use one of her many toys, or... whatever it was she planned on the night!

Any sane person would start looking for another place to live by now. But Marcus was so thoroughly beaten by apartment hunting that he just accepted Sheila's masturbatory antics. Besides, it's not like she was constantly fingering herself throughout the day.

The vixen had this odd dichotomy to her. At night, she was relentlessly horny; masturbating like it was the last day on Earth. On the other hand, she was incredibly sweet and kind, not to mention her awkward stuttering and shyness made her incredibly beautiful. If it wasn't for her nocturnal emissions, he'd never think poorly of her.

She never intruded upon his things, she kept the rest of the apartment clean and sparse, she never ate his food or groceries despite the times he said it was okay for her to do so, and she was kind enough to share her groceries and food with him! Honestly, she made Marcus feel like the freeloader, despite her nightly escapades.

For two weeks, this is how things went. His mornings were filled with work, his days were filled with classes, and his nights were kept up by Sheila's masturbatory needs. Even now, as he laid in the middle of his bed, his hands resting upon his chest, Marcus wore an annoyed face as he looked up towards the dark ceiling overhead. And, yes...

“Aah~ Haaah~ Hooooh~ Haaaah~”

Sheila was masturbating. Again.

Disgruntled, Marcus got up from his bed and got up to his feet. He was already plenty annoyed earlier with what he had to deal with at college, now he had to listen to her? There had to be some way of communicating his displeasure without making an ass of himself... or of her.

Look, Marcus may not be a psychiatrist, but he can tell she was an easily skittish woman. Going by the way she carried herself during the day, how was he supposed to broach the topic of her nightly sessions without making her jump out of her pelt in embarrassment? While Sheila clearly liked him enough to live with him, and was getting more used to him, she was still a shy and demure woman. Just going 'Hey! Could you stop masturbating so loudly at night?' might not go down well with her.

These thoughts and more all swirled in Marcus' head as he exited his bedroom and faced Sheila's door. As those moans assaulted his ears, he dismissively waved his hand and turned to face the kitchen of their apartment, wandering inside. Grabbing the milk they had inside, he poured himself a cup, put it in the microwave and turned it on. And as his cup of milk was steadily warmed, he continued hearing the passionate moans of his roommate.

“Jeeze...” Marcus mumbled to himself.

Ah. Wait. Right before the microwave could go 'Ding!' and alert Sheila to the fact that he was still awake, he stopped it, and pulled out his cup of milk. There wasn't much, but he hoped drinking it down would give him the power to sleep through the vixen's nighttime sessions.

Stumbling back towards the hallway, Marcus stood outside of Sheila's door. It was slightly open again tonight, and also again, the light from her laptop could be seen shining through his cracks. With a disgruntled expression, he shook his head and faced his bedroom, ready to just... well... go back to bed. But just as he was ready to call it a day and – hopefully – ignore Sheila's moans...

“Haaah~ Maaarrrcuuuuusss~~~”

He came to a stop.

“Ah... again with this...?” he whispered to himself, “Gnnh...”

Ya'know what? He couldn't take it anymore. How's he supposed to sleep when his roommate's in the other room, masturbating to him? And, damn, couldn't she at least not say his name out loud? At least be a little coy about it! Well... no more! Maybe it was his lack of sleep talking, but he was going to bring this to an end, right here, right now!

Turning and facing Sheila's door, Marcus' body grew tense... and he marched forward; step, after step, after step. And when he came to the door, he grabbed it... and pulled it open.

“Naaaaha-haaaahh~~!”

And Sheila didn't notice.

The vixen wasn't facing him. She was on her chest, her face was on her mattress too, and her laptop was before her. While its screen flashed directly into her eyes, Marcus saw the (rather telling) recording of a man with dark skin, absolutely railing some voluptuous vixen in a classroom. Not the most expensive porno in the world, but it got the job done.

But that's all Marcus could see from his position, for Sheila's dark room still left her covered mostly in shadows. So he pulled his hand over to the wall, palmed for the light switch, and then once he found it...

Fwip!

Click!

“Ah?”

He turned it on.

Her body still, Sheila's eyes grew wide as light was brought to her bedroom. Even her voice was caught in her throat as if locked in a cage. The lights were on? Why were the lights on? She didn't turn on the lights!

“Ah...? M-Mar... cus...?” she whispered.

What did she look like from his view? Well, isn't it obvious? Her face was down, her chest to the bed, and her ass was hiked up. Waaaay up. Her butt was raised high enough to moon the moon! Not one aspect of her backside was hidden from view, be it the shades of pallid fur with their pale whites and pale reds, the curvaceous and peach shape her ass had... or the various sex toys she had penetrating her. A vibrating toy that buzzed around in her gripping pussy, and various anal beads that sank into her twitching asshole. And all of it was raised up high for Marcus' viewing pleasure.

The young man stood there, drinking in the lewd image before him as he struggled to parse together what he was seeing. He didn't even realize just how messy Sheila's room was. Instead – as if possessed by a puppeteer - Marcus walked over the various books and flowers in her room, and came to stand at the edge of her bed. The vixen was scrambling, trying to move aside her laptop in an attempt to hide herself. But her roommate raised his hand... and he brought it down.

SMACK!

“NAAH~!?”

His hand swatted her butt, sending this juicy ripple that traveled through her backside. All of Sheila locked up at that moment, her eyes once again doubling in size. But – somehow – she gained enough wherewithal to not scramble like a scurrying animal; that would only make it harder for herself. Instead, she slowed herself down and looked over her shoulder, where she came face to face with Marcus.

He wasn't looking at her. He was looking at his hand. Again and again he clutched at the air as if holding something invisible. But it was more than that. In his head, one thought ran through Marcus' head.

Why did I do that?

And another thought started rising after...

Can I do it again?

“Marcus what are you--” SMACK! “NHAAHA~!?”

Once more possessed by that lustful puppeteer, Marcus swatted Sheila's butt, sending another rippling quake throughout her ass. She shook, nearly collapsed upon her bed, but instead spun around to face him fully. And – as expected – all she wore was an open jacket which exposed her chest... and nothing else.

Sheila looked at Marcus, her face frantic, and her hair messily strewn over her face. Chest heaving with heavy breaths, her mind scrambled to come to terms with this situation. She was masturbating one moment, the next moment the lights were on, and the moment after that she was getting spanked!? And it all came from--

“M-M-M-M-MARCUS!?” she shouted, “Wh-Wh-Wh-Wh-what are you d-d-d-d-doing h-h-here!?”

He didn't answer, instead looking her up and down. Approaching Sheila, he placed his hands down on her bed, and shook it twice, sending a jolt through the vixen and making her gasp. When she looked back at his face, she saw he was focused and annoyed with her, like a disapproving parent.

“Sheila!” Marcus shouted, “You masturbate every night! The walls aren't thick enough to hide it! And you almost always leave the door open! And finally...” he pointed his finger into her face, “You're masturbating to me!?”

She looked at his finger, looked at his face, back to his finger, back to his face. And after a few seconds of silence...

“EEEEEEP!!!”

Quickly grabbing her jacket, Sheila scrambled to pull it over her voluptuous tits, covering them. She then turned and dove head first into her pillows, attempting to hide her face while an endless stream of whimpers and 'I'm sorry!' escaped her muffled mouth. With a deep sigh, Marcus turned and faced the exit to her bedroom... before sitting down on the edge of her bed.

While high emotions steadily started to come down, he took his time to – finally – gaze at Sheila's bedroom. Her messy, messy room. There was so much junk, and so many books strewn about the place. He wouldn't call her room filled with trash or anything, but he wouldn't say it was flawless either. It did explain why the rest of their apartment was so clean; she kept all of her stuff in her room and her room alone.

Clothes – almost all of which were dark and gloomy – were placed on drawers, chairs, hanging from the closet's open door, and even laid on the window seal. Stacks upon stacks of books were placed on the floor, on dressers, shelves, nightstand, and whatever other flat surface could support them. There were many potted plants around, almost all of which were small, and almost all of which were taken care of.

And... whoa... was that a Ouija board?

The more time Marcus spent around Sheila, the less he seemed to know about her. She was a woman who was relentlessly beautiful and attractive. She carried herself with this grace and poise that seemed at odds with the gloomy atmosphere and pale colors of her fur and body.

But that was when she was outside of her apartment. Inside of it, well...

Sheila Thompson was a mess. Her hair was always wild and undone, she barely clothed herself adequately with her clothes, and her room was messier than a college frat boy's dorm!

But, hey, who cares? Isn't everyone a completely different person at home when compared to how they act in public? That's, like, being a person 101; even Marcus acts differently in public than he does at home! So what's the issue with Sheila?

Well... it's just how much of a masturbation junkie she was. And, ya'know, the fact that she seemed to use her own roommates as inspiration for her sexual fantasies. Speaking of which...

Sheila's whimpers and apologies finally came to a stop, replaced instead with deep and heavy breaths. Working up the courage to pull her head from her pillows, the fox gazed towards Marcus, who slowly looked back at her. She looked so pathetic. The way her lip trembled, how her eyes quivered, how her entire body shuddered like she'd jump out of her pelt; the slovenly vixen lost all aspects of her more majestic side.

“Marcus...” she said, lip visibly trembling as her eyes darted around her room... before she took a deep breath and deflated, “I'm... sorry. You... you... y-you... aaaah...” she looked away, “You must hate me...”

“Wh-what?” he replied, shaking his head, “No. Sheila... I... aaah...”

Growing quiet, Marcus too deflated, where he took a few breaths. They somehow strengthened him, causing the young man to puff up his chest... before he inching his way towards Sheila. The vixen quivered as he approached her... but there came an air of familiarity with this.

Yes. While this situation was bizarre, they had sat together many times on their couch, just to watch TV, or to eat dinner whenever their schedules lined up. They may have only been living together for two weeks, but this time together had been pleasant enough to bring Sheila out of her shell, even if it was a little.

It was... nice.

“Sheila...” said Marcus, his hand raising up to his chest, “I should apologize to you.. Even if you are very... um... spirited with your... uh... nightly antics, that's still no excuse for me to just... barge in your room like this...” he shook his head, “I'm not your Dad...”

“B-b-but... y-you... you have a right to be... m-m-mad at me...” Sheila replied, “I-I... I did... c-c-c-call... out... call out... I did... I... aaah...” she looked away, “I'm so embarrasseeeeed...” then she looked back, “I did call out your name... wh-wh-when I was... um... fingering myself. Um...” she closed her eyes, “M-M-Marcus... c-can... can I tell you a secret...?”

“I... uh...” he shrugged his shoulders, “S-sure...”

Sheila's eyes reopened, gazing at him in a demure manner. Her cheeks then turned an even brighter shade of red, and she quickly looked around the room, as if searching for some escape route. But – ultimately – she knew there was no running away from this... and that he deserved some explanation for her actions. So...

“Marcus... I'm addicted to having sex...”

Marcus blinked.

“You... wha...?” he whispered.

“I'm... addicted to having sex...” she repeated.

“Oh... uh... y-yeah... that's what I thought you said... um...”

What does he say to this? What does he say to this? What does he say to this!? Sheila was laying to bare an addiction he had, and Marcus didn't know how to respond! It's not like he's a psychiatrist! He wants to be a lawyer for Pete's sake, not a doctor!? He'll sue doctors; that's his dream! Not this! Not this!

“O... okay... um...” he muttered, “Haaaaah...”

Exhaling deeply, Marcus settled his nerves and reached over, where he gently patted down Sheila's thigh. She shuddered... sighed too... before looking at him as he gave her a hapless smile.

“So you masturbate so much... to help... uh... alleviate your addictions?”

“M-more or less,” she replied, before sheepishly prodding her fingers together, “I am... wh-what some people might c-c-call a... m-masturbation j-junkie. I-I only save it for the n-night, but...” she shook her head, “I... j-just can't help myself...”

“Hm... uh-huh... I gotcha... but...” he tilted his head, “That... that still doesn't explain why you think about me when you were doing it sometimes. Don't you... I dunno... think about other people? Like famous guys or something...?”

“I d-do... but...” she shook her head and looked away, “Marcus... you have been... s-s-so... nice to me. You... haah! You eat with me, and... w-we watch TV together sometimes... and... ah... you l-let me eat your food, b-b-but I'd never do that... and...” she looked back at him, “When you... fuhhh... when you look at me... i-i-it's like... it's like you're... you think... I... I am...” she closed her eyes and smiled warmly, “It's like you think I'm beautiful.”

“Think...?” Marcus repeated, before shaking his head, “No... Sheila...” he shifted to face her, causing her bright blue eyes to reopen so that she could stare into his brown ones, “I don't think you're beautiful. You are beautiful. You're... so tall and... uh...” reaching his hand up, he gently stroked some hair from her gloomy face, “I love it when you do your hair and it's all straight... and...” he looked down towards the cleavage she sported thanks to her jacket, “And... well... heh... excuse my French, but your boobs are huge...!” he looked back up at her face, “You're... you're a very beautiful woman, Sheila.”

“Do you... really.... think so...?” she whispered as she scooted closer.

“I just told you I don't think so. I told you that I know so.”

Sheila looked down, her eyes closed shut as this slight choking sound escaped her. All at once, this rush of emotions swelled within her, and she didn't know how to get a hold of them. It was like they were clogging her throat, forcing her to swallow it down again and again, but to no avail. Eventually, she gained the courage to look back at him, where he saw tears of joy streak down her cheeks.

“Mar... cus...” she whispered, “Can I... kiss you?”

“Wh-what? Kiss me? Isn't that...!? Like...! Aren't we being a bit too... ya'know... s-s-sudden?” he replied, eyes scrambling about like a caged animal.

“Do you... not want to... k-k-kiss...?” she asked, to which he shook his head.

“No! I'm not saying that! I'm just saying... uh! Aah... fuck...” deflating, he took a deep breath, settling his nerves, “Sheila...” he then looked at her... and nodded, “I'd love to kiss you...”

That awkward smile of hers which must have been her trademark by now, spread wide across her cheeks. And after taking a deep, deep, deep breath to the point that her chest swelled... fuuuuh... Sheila began moving in. Marcus sat there, both impressed by her sudden forward, while also questioning if this was something they were actually about to do. Well... there's no turning back now.

Marcus closed his eyes, pursed his lips... and began moving in. Slowly... slowly... slowly... and...

Chu...

Their lips met in a chaste kiss. Nothing more than lips on lips, and nothing else. They held their lips together for several seconds... before finally pulling back. Looking up shyly, Sheila bright blue eyes quivered as they looked into Marcus' brown ones. He stared back, chest swelling lightly. As if possessed by some otherworldly force, the two pulled closer together. They breathed in, their pace picking up further and further... before nodding and leaning in.

“Nmmmph...”

“Mmmph...”

They kissed again. But this time, they held it. They held it for a loooooong while. Marcus tilted his head first, where – to his surprise – Sheila parted his lips with a surprising level of daring. She knew what she was doing, as her tongue gently pushed into Marcus' mouth. He stiffened up as the vixen's tongue began grinding against his tongue. More moans flowed from her as she drew even closer... eventually lifting herself up, and resting herself on his lap.

“Nmph...!” Marcus grunted, breaking their kiss.

“S-sorry...” Sheila apologized, “A-am I being too... b-bold...?”

“N-no... I'm fine,” he answered... before this saucy grin appeared on his lips, “Heh...! I actually quite like it. Nhmph... I... you and I... uh...”

Are we about to have sex?

At least, that's what Marcus wanted to say. Those words traveled through his mind, again and again. There was this heat, this rush in the air between them. As Sheila sat on his lap, Marcus' hands traveled down towards her hips and waist. At first he was hesitant... but then he reached down to really grab a hold of her body. The vixen groaned as his surprisingly strong fingers squeezed and groped at her hips and waist. He didn't take his time, as he greedily palmed and groped at the curves of her body.

So plump... so bountiful. His fingers couldn't help but to squeeze and knead at her curvaceous and furry body. The way her pelt bent under his hungry palms, coaxed him to grope at her body even more. From the curve of her butt up to the bend of her hip, his fingers traced it all. A shudder left him as he marveled at her form, and he looked down towards her body.

Ah. Right. Sheila was still naked. The only thing on her body was her jacket. She didn't even have panties on her waist! There was nothing blocking her moist cunt as it dripped upon his waist. And there was this odor. This raw, uncut, unfiltered, odor. It permeated all around Marcus, drugging him on its scent.

This aroma? Ah... it was Sheila's lust. The very essence of the vixen's being was seeped into these walls and into her mattress, and it all flowed straight into his nostrils. Yeah, that's it. The longer he sat in here, the deeper into Sheila's grasp he felt. But Marcus wasn't sure if he wanted to pull himself out.

His hand traced up her side once again, coming to her cheek. Clutching her gently, he guided her eyes down to meet his eyes. The two panted once again, that swelling of desire increasing further and further. Her breathing picked up in pace too, the awkward air between them once again subsiding.

Ya'know? Fuck it...

“Nmmph...”

“Mmmmph~~?”

Marcus kissed Sheila again, taking the lead. She was taken by surprise, but quickly melted into the kiss. Eyes closing shut, the vixen gripped her roommate by his shoulders, squeezing in as their heads tilted to the side so that they could deepen their kiss deeper and deeper. Moans flowed endlessly from the two as they tasted from each other's bodies. Something sweet. Something savory. Something they didn't want to lose.

Marcus was wild and ravenous. His tongue lacked skill and talent, as he voraciously lapped and licked at Sheila's tongue, teeth, and gums. The same could not be said for the vixen. Once again, there was a surprising skill to her kisses. She easily danced her tongue around with his, putting on a tempo he was forced to catch up with.

How could such a shy woman be so talented in something like this?

“Slurp! Pop! Aaah~”

“Haah...! Haa...! Sh-Sheila...?”

As they parted their lips, the two stared at each other with raw hunger in their eyes. Marcus' eyes couldn't help but to travel, looking the vixen up and down... where he came to focus on her chest. It was like his eyes started to burn holes in her chest, causing Sheila to bring her arms up to cover her chest defensively.

But not for long.

While her cheeks were an intense red, she brought her fingers over to the zipper of her jacket... where she began pulling it dooowwwwwn.

Zzzzzzzzzziiiiiiiiiiippppp...!

Her fastener came to the bottom of her jacket... and she pulled it off. The moment her hoodie grew loose on her body, her great breasts bounced. She then grabbed the garment... and pulled it aside.

Marcus pulled back, eyes wide, mouth closed, and cheeks an intense red. He had seen her breasts before, but that was through the slit in her door, and when her body was illuminated by the light of her laptop. Now he gazed upon them in all of their voluptuous glory, with their curved, tear-drop shapes, their pale-white fur, puffy areola, and their stiff, plump, pink nipples.

Turning her head away and closing her eyes, Sheila felt embarrassed exposing herself. But – ever so briefly – she took a glance towards Marcus... and saw the sheer amazement he had on his eyes. It had been a long time since a person – such a young man, no less – gazed upon her body with such ravenous hunger in his eyes. And it – in turn – further spurned her to be bold.

Giving that awkward smile that must have been a trademark of hers by now, Sheila gleefully pushed forward her chest, flaunting herself. Her back arched and her breasts gave a succulent bounce, which further made Marcus gasp. Unable to control himself, he pulled his hands up towards her sides and gripped at her body, where his fingers sank into her busty breasts.

And they were so fucking soft.

“Aaah~”

Around and around and around in saucy circles, Marcus began groping Sheila's tits. His fingers squeezed, and they groped, and they kneaded her breasts with all the hunger of a young man exploring the body of a woman without any semblance of style or grace. Not that Sheila seemed to mind. Head tipped back and back arched more, she moaned as his palms pushed over her stiff nipples, rubbing them aggressively, and sending jolts of pleasure racing up and down her spine.

“Oh~ Marcus~” she whimpered, “Aaahahhaaa~~”

Oh... damn, her tits. The way they moved, the way they felt, how heavy they were, how soft they were. Marcus could imagine resting against her tits for hours if given the chance. Just imagine studying while sitting in her lap, his head resting against her bosom. He could imagine worse ways to spend his day.

Plap!

“Oh~!? M-Marcus?”

“Nmmmph!”

“Haaaooaah~!? Oaaaaahh~~!”

Her taste was amazing too.

Marcus' mouth latched upon Sheila's plump nipple, sucking with the ravenous hunger matched only by infants. His teeth bit softly into her areola, while spit oozed from the creases of his lips, and curved down her voluptuous tits. Then his cheeks hollowed, while the pressure of his nipple sucking grew even greater.

Sheila groaned, her head leaning back and chest pushed out as Marcus sucked from her tits. Bringing up a shaking hand, she pushed her fingers through his hair and gripped his scalp, hugging him closer.

Oh... fuck! When was the last time she experienced something like thiiiiiissss? He sucked from her, he bit upon her, and his tongue lapped and dragged along her nipple and areola, lathering her in his hot and sticky spit. And he did it all with this primal hunger to him; like a beast waiting to be properly tamed!

She wanted it. She needed it! And she knew how to get it.

As Marcus sucked from her busty tits, swapping between them like the hungry young man he was, Sheila placed her hand upon his chest. Gently now she pushed against him, not to get him to stop, but just to touch him, to grope him. Her palm kneaded at his chest through the thin t-shirt he wore... before pushing further and further down. Along his stomach, to the hem of his night pants... and then under them.

Marcus groaned as he felt Sheila's hand slip beneath his pants, where she wrapped her fingers around his throbbing cock. It was so thick... so... hot! When she touched him, it felt less like she was touching a penis made of flesh and blood, and more like she was touching a rod of molten steel and iron. It was so hot, Sheila even gasped as her hand quickly slipped from his pants, drawing a sharp wince from Marcus' lips.

“O-oh! S-sorry,” she apologized, where Marcus gave her a wry grin.

“It's okay,” he said, “Heh heh...! R-really! You just... uh... took me a bit by surprise...”

“Hm... a-are you okay, M-Marcus?” Sheila asked as she placed her other hand on his forehead, “You... you're not... you're not sick, a-are you?” she looked down, “Your... your penis, it's so... hm... b-big...” shaking her head, she added in, “It's bigger than I'd expect for a human.”

“Is that a... compliment...?” asked Marcus with a chuckle.

“Hnm... uh... can I... can I...” she shrunk, before whispering, “Can I see it...?”

“You want to see it...?” he repeated, “Uh... um... s-sure... okay...”

As he slid out from under her, Sheila sat upright on her knees. Blue eyes bright and cheeks red, she watched as Marcus positioned himself before her, his thumbs sliding beneath his night pants... where it was his turn for his cheeks to turn red. Err... redder than they already were.

Ya'know, it was only right now where he realized what he was doing. Kissing his roommate, groping her tits, sucking from them... ah... this is all really bizarre, isn't it? Oh well... there's no turning back now. He grabbed his pants... and pulled them down.

FWIP!

“Ah~!? Oh... oh my~”

Marcus' eyes were closed and his cheeks were red as a rush of embarrassment surged through his body. But in Sheila's eyes, there was nothing to be embarrassed about. His penis was beautiful.

Long and thick, veins ran up and down the side of his cock, spiraling like a highway of blood and vigor. The head was bulbous and smooth, while from the tip oozed a nigh endless river of precum which slicked down his dick's side. And at the base were his tight and heavy balls, which seemed to radiate with need, even from a distance.

“Such a... big penis...”

“Wh-what was that...?” asked Marcus, his eyes reopening.

“I...! Ah! Wh-what I said was... um... aaaahh... fuuuuuh... you... you have a very beautiful penis, Marcus...”

“B-beautiful...?”

Wow... uh... that's not the response he was expecting. Beautiful? Is that something girls say about a man's dick? Not really. Big? Yeah. Scary, even? Totally. But... beautiful? Hm. But... what else could she call it? Handsome? That didn't sound accurate either.

Oh. Well. Ya'know what? He was just going to sit there and enjoy her praise. Especially when she asked...

“Can I suck it?”

Marcus' eyes widened and his face blanked out. For a fox who could barely speak a sentence without stuttering over herself, she was being surprisingly audacious. And all he could say was...

“Sure...”

Yeah, well, what? You thought he was going to say 'no'? Get real!

Marcus blushed, unsure of how to, well, present himself. It's not like he gets blowjobs constantly from girls. So he just kinda... pushed forward with his crotch, drawing extra attention to his cock. Sheila's bright blue eyes pulsed at the sight of his cock, and she pulled her hands forward. With her on her knees and her superior height, she coaxed Marcus to stand up on her bed, allowing his cock to be brought to face level with her.

Now that it was closer – just a few inches from her face no less – Sheila took her time to properly marvel at his length. The prominent veins, the way it twitched and bounced, the precum oozing from the tip, and just how hard it was. When she brought her hand up to touch his length, a wincing shudder traveled through Marcus' body. She apologized lightly, he said 'I'm fine', and she continued touching him.

From the hilt to the tip, the vixen dragged her digits along his heated spire. Her fingers traced along his pulsing veins, making him twitch and groan even more. Oh, the sounds he made. Sheila's ears twitched with every moan and groan, and she smiled up at him in a bashful manner. Emboldened by the pleasure she gave him, the vixen wrapped her hand tight around his cock, giving him a tender squeeze that forced a grunt from his lips.

And she began stroking...

Fwap... Fwap... Fwap...

“Aaah...! Sh-Sheila...”

Each stroke made his knees rattle, but he remained firm enough to keep standing. Ah... her hands were so soft and gentle. From touch alone, Marcus could tell Sheila knew how to handle a man. But how is that possible? All he'd seen her do is masturbate all night. And with how shy and jittery she was, it's not like she had a boyfriend. Then again, if she did have a boyfriend, he doubted she'd be giving him a handjob right now!

And, no, Sheila is not that type of woman. He wasn't even going to entertain the thought!

Clearly, Sheila knew more about sex than she let on. Then again, she said she was addicted to sex. And, last time he checked, you need to have a lot of sex to be addicted to it. You can't be an alcoholic without drinking a lot of it. And, no, being a masturbation junkie and being addicted to sex are two different – yet incredibly similar – things!

Grip!

“Nmm...?”

With a suddenly firm grasp, Sheila gripped Marcus cock, holding it in place. He jolted, while she tipped the head of his dick towards her lips. With a dirty smile far out of place on her normally gloomy face, Sheila's tongue slithered from her mouth, and--

Lick~

“Aah...?”

Yeah. That's it. She licked the head of his dick. And she didn't stop.

Again and again and again, the vixen lashed at the head of Marcus' dick, lathering him in her saliva. The tip of his dick began to glisten in the light of her bedroom as Sheila coated him. But she did not stop at just lashing at his length. Moving down, she began dragging her tongue along the side of his cock, guiding it from the hilt all the way to the glands and back again. She swiveled over to the other side, mirroring what she did, teasing and toying with his length. Marcus panted, moaned, groaned, desperately palmed at the air for something to hold onto, right as Sheila pulled to the tip. And as her blue eyes locked in on the slit of his dick, her gaze tightened... and she pushed down.

“Nnnnmmm~~~”

“Aaaah?”

With a level of precision matched only by Olympic archers, Sheila pushed her tongue down on his slit. Marcus' eyes doubled in size as pleasure raced up and throughout his body. Sheila was still smiling and grinning at him as she used her tongue to toy with his dick's slit, licking and swiping up his precum with that endless smile on her face.

Oh. The taste. So good. So youthful. So virile.

“Nmmmm~~~”

Sheila's voice reverberated through the air as she tasted from his body. Marcus groaned too... while the vixen grew even bolder.

Opening her mouth, she exposed her dripping fangs and salacious tongue... as well as the highway all the way to her throat. Groans cut short, Marcus looked down into her mouth like he was gazing into a dark, wet tunnel. A dark wet tunnel that began pushing down.

“Nnnmmmm~~~”

“Haahahaaaa...!?”

Sheila's mouth wrapped around his cock, taking him down to over half of it. Leaning back, Marcus nearly tipped over as his roommate began sucking his dick. Her cheeks hollowed, her suction precise, drawing pleasure from his body like she was slurping on a straw. Marcus' toes and fingers both curled, while her head began bobbing upon his member.

Her teeth plucked his dick, the roof of her mouth sandwiched it, her tongue cradled it, and her spit tangled upon it like the webs of a spider. Gritting his teeth, Marcus felt like he'd cum from this experience alone! But Sheila wouldn't give him the chance.

Reaching up, the vixen grabbed his hips, and...

“Wha?” Pull! “Oof!?”

Damn! Sheila really could be courageous when the time was right!

Without warning or hesitation, the vixen pulled Marcus forward, causing him to fall on his back. He looked up at the ceiling, confused, before feeling Sheila's hands grab upon his legs. With another mighty grasp, the vixen forced his legs back, pulling him until his legs were draped on her hips, and his cock was pointed up towards her face.

“Ehehehehehehehehehe~~~!” she laughed, her bright blue eyes shaking as she stared down at his glistening dick, “Big dick~!”

“Sh-Sheila...?”

She didn't answer him. She couldn't answer him. She was so engrossed with what she was about to do, that she couldn't even think about answering him. At least, well, not verbally. Instead, she grabbed her tits, squeezed them reeeeeaaaaaal hard... and then dropped them around his throbbing cock.

“Aah!?”

Sheila's big, soft, warm, furry tits... sandwiched Marcus's dick. On both sides he felt the full weight and warmth of her soft breasts. Her breasts were like a valley of pleasure. Soft, furry, warm, and when she squeezed around them, they gripped his dick. Marcus groaned as her tits surrounded him, having never experienced something like this before.

“Aaaah...!”

“Ehehehehehehehehehehehe~~~!”

And Sheila was only getting started.

Fingers spread out over her busty tits, the vixen began groping and squeezing them around Marcus' member. More pleasure raced through him as she groped herself, massaging not only her tits, but his cock as well. From the base to the tip which could not be seen through her luscious valley, precum oozed endlessly to stain her tits and cleavage.

A titjob? She was giving him a fucking titjob? Marcus had heard of this – had enjoyed it on steamy videos at night – but he never thought he'd experience one! The pleasure he felt was indescribable! And Sheila's skill was unrivaled.

The way she groped her tits, squeezed them, kneaded them. How her tits pushed up and around his dick. How she did so with alternating strides. One tit would go up, the other tit would go down; both were working in tandem to maximize his pleasure. She even pinched her nipples and rubbed them along his shaft, tracing the veins of his dick, and squeezing another bullet of clear jizz from his slit.

“Aaah!”

Yeah! That's it! That's the sound she wanted to hear!

A cocky smirk appeared on her gloomy face as she performed her titjob with flawless execution. No squeeze was too light or too strong. No twist was too quick or too slow. No push was too much, or too little. Everything was juuuuuuust right.

Opening her mouth, a vulgar strand of spit oozed from Sheila's mouth, where it trickled upon Marcus' throbbing cock. Lathered in even more spit, his cock more easily glided through her tits. Squeezing in with his legs and thighs, he gripped upon the vixen's waist, while she continued dropping her tits around him; again and again and again.

Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap! Plap!

Such filthy noises. They bounced and echoed into Marcus' head, making him groan. Fuck, he was so close to cumming. He could even feel it as his dick throbbed between her tits. And Sheila could feel it too. His cock was so hot, so hard, so heavy; he could cum through eyesight alone!

So she toyed with him more.

Her smirk shifting into a wicked grin, the vixen groped her tits around Marcus' cock at a greater pace than before. His eyes widened, his chest heaving like he'd suddenly been punched in a gut. Again and again, his cock was surrounded and smothered by her furry tits, with her giving him little room to escape. Not that he wanted too. As the pleasure overwhelmed him, Marcus squeezed in with his legs and thighs, gripping hard upon Sheila's waist.

Just... a little... more! Gripping the blankets beneath him, he clinched them tight, and shot upwards with his hips.

PLAP!

“GUH!”

“Hnmm~?”

Sheila stopped, and Marcus stopped. His instinct hip thrust sent a wave through the vixen's breasts, making them quiver... quiver... quiver... before they eventually settled down. Did Marcus even realize what he had done? Not really... but it didn't matter. The pleasure had already sunk its teeth into him, and would not let go.

PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP! PLAP!

“AAAH! HAAH! HNNNGGG...!”

“Ooooh~ Maaarrrccuuuuusss~~~”

Sweat flew off of Marcus' form as impact after impact sent rippling waves through Sheila's tits. He couldn't take it anymore. The pleasure he felt in his dick and balls had reached its zenith. Tightening, further and further, until his balls drew close to his body. And with one final push...

“Guh!”

SPLUUURT!

He came.

Sheila's tits clamped tight around Marcus cock, where she felt it erupt between her luscious valley. Blast after blast of thick, virile, young male jizz ricocheted through her busty breasts, spreading its warmth all throughout her chest and upper body. Sitting there, the vixen kept squeezing her breasts around his tits, as if trying to contain all of it.

But it just wasn't possible...

Spurt! Spurt!

“Oh~!?”

To Sheila's surprise, Marcus' orgasm was so strong, so voluminous, that it escaped her breasts. Cum shot out from between her tight valley, where it reached high enough to stain her chin. Hell, the squeezing of her tits may have even strengthened his orgasm! At the very least, it drew it out, prolonging his orgasm for far, far longer than it normally would be.

Or maybe that's just what happens when a beautiful woman gives you a titjob.

Whump!

“Oooh... shit...” Marcus groaned.

His body was seemingly reduced to nothing more than sweaty limbs as he laid upon the mattress. Like... fuck. When's the last time he had an orgasm half as strong as that? Has he ever had an orgasm anywhere near half as strong as that? Marcus thought he knew what a good release felt like, but Sheila was teaching him otherwise.

As he dragged his arm across his sweaty brow and panted to catch his breath, his roommate moved out from under her. She was slow and gentle, but when his legs fell to the bed, he looked up towards her. More and more Sheila groped her own tits... before gripping them and pulling them apart. And...

“Aaaah...”

Marcus shuddered. There was soooooooo much cum. So much of his seed oozed between her breasts in thick and gooey bridges that made his chest heave.

“Did I... do that...?” he asked, to which Sheila giggled.

“You should... take accountability, Marcus,” the vixen answered with a wry grin, “I-I'm impressed by how... uhhn... virile and studly you are~”

“S-stud...?”

Why did being called a 'stud' make him shake? It also made him blush from embarrassment, where he closed his eyes and groaned. Guh. He felt so silly!

While Marcus attempted to regain some modicum of control over himself, Sheila leaned back and spread her legs... where she revealed the sex toys that were still buzzing in her pussy and ass. That snapped Marcus back to reality.

Like a moth to a flame, he grew wide-eyed and gazed at her nether regions. In her pussy there was a vibrator, one with a pink base that buzzed and buzzed and buzzed and buzzed and buuuuuzzzzzed. What level of vibration was this thing on? One could even feel its reverberations push through the mattress.

But that's not the only sex toy she had inside of her. In her ass – buried all the way to the hilt no less – were anal beads. How many were there, he could not tell. All he saw was the ring she'd tug in order to pull those beads out of her puckering ass.

Both the rim of her asshole and her quivering pussy had this pink color to them which stood out against her pale white and red fur. They were also so tight and greedy, as they gripped and clinched upon her sex toys with a possessive grasp. Marcus didn't know what to say. Well, outside of...

“Wow...”

Which was possibly the worst thing he could've said in a situation like this.

But Sheila didn't seem to mind. She didn't even seem to hear him. As Marcus' spunk soaked into her breasts and fur, the voluptuous vixen stroked her finger down her cum-covered tits, and brought them all the way down to her pelvis. Gently, she stroked her fingers along her pussy, before touching the base of her vibrator.

“Ah~~!”

Her sharp cry split the air and her head leaned back. It felt like pleasure had punched her square in her pussy, sending waves of it racing throughout the rest of her voluptuous body. But instead of gripping and pulling the toy away from her, Sheila looked at Marcus with a surprising level of boldness in her gaze. If you were to look her in the face and only her face, you would not see a woman whose legs were currently spread as she flaunted the bevy of sex toys penetrating her pussy and ass. It almost convinced Marcus otherwise as he got lost in her lurid smile and bright blue eyes.

But then Sheila grabbed her toy... twisted it... and pushed it inside of her.

“Aah-haaa~~!”

Ah... so familiar to her. She knew everything about this vibrator. Its length, its texture, its weight, its strength. And as she grabbed the base of it, she began pushing it back and forth, penetrating her cunt over and over again. Marcus' eyes grew wide as he watched Sheila's pussy grow plump at the sight of her plunging toy. She gripped it with authority, and moved it with grace, knowing just how to push it, twist it, pull it, and even bob it to give her maximum pleasure. And its endless vibrations sent trembles throughout her body; from her pussy and ass all the way to her toes and ears.

“Nmmmph ~~! Haaaannn~~~ ”

Fuck, this felt so good. It was even better with an audience. As she masturbated with her sex toys, groped her tits too, Sheila leaned her head back in pleasure. But then her gaze slid forward, falling on Marcus' face. And, ah, he was completely enthralled. His eyes were wide, his mouth was hung open, and he could not bring his gaze away from her hot pussy and tight ass. And there, between his legs, just out of view was his dick. And it was getting harder, and harder, and haarrrdeeerrr.

“Nnnmph ~~I'm cumming~” Sheila announced as she brought her other hand down to flick her clit, “AH~! Aaah~ Fuck...! Nggh! I'm gonna cum, Marcus~! I'm gonna cuuummm~~~ ”

Her announcement rang in his ears, bouncing from ear to ear as his eyes once more swelled in size. He wanted to see it. He needed to see it. He needed to see how hard and how far she could fucking squirt. Yes, he had watched her masturbate to completion in secrecy before, but that was through the slight gap of a door. This was direct, and he had a front row seat!

So...

Uh...

Hm...

Why did Sheila suddenly stop?

The vixen pulled her hands away from her cunt, making Marcus gasp and flinch. Why did she stop? Why did she stop!? It was like the wool had been pulled over his eyes at the moment of a movie's climax! Pun fully intended.

Looking up for an answer, he was met with Sheila's smirking face. She didn't say anything, instead curling her inward towards herself. He followed her fingers like it was a magnet, all the way until she brought it to her vibrating dildo.

“Right here, Marcus~” she whispered, “Pull it out of me right here~”

He didn't need to be told twice.

Grabbing Sheila's dildo, Marcus gripped it tight... but he didn't stop there. Perhaps he was being bold, or maybe he was so overwhelmed with lust that he didn't listen to what his roommate said. Regardless, he reached down and slipped his finger through the ring of her anal beads. And after clutching both... he pulled them out of her cunt and asshole in unison with a loud and lewd--

SWHIP! SHLOP!

And Sheila fucking exploded.

“FUCKING YEEESSS-AAAAAAHH~~~!”

SQUUUUUUIIIIRRRRRRT!!!

When he pulled those toys out of her body, he fucking yanked them, and they draaaaaaggged along the walls of her cunt and anus. And, fuck, that pleasure was like the string on a bomb leading straight to a mighty explosion!

Throwing her head back, the vixen's hips launched off of her bed as she shot a jet-stream of feminine cum all over Marcus' face and the bed below. And he didn't move. Didn't flinch. He just sat there, basking in the feeling of her sordid fluids as it stained his face... and even caught upon his lips.

Fuck. Such a wonderful taste.

His tongue slicked along his lips, savoring her flavor... before looking down upon her with the same eyes of a hungry beast. Without her toys in the way, Marcus now had an unabashed view of Sheila's most sacred spot. Her pussy was bright and pink, pale fur flanked its sides, and an endless river of clear juices oozed from her folds. And from her entire body there radiated this smell, this odor, that drugged Marcus' mind.

He groaned. Shuddered too. And then he crawled forward. Between his legs, his cock bounced and throbbed, having hardened to maximum length once again. Seeing his length, Sheila spread her legs apart just that much wider, giving him all the space needed to move around in. But she did not stop there. Her hand sliding down, the vixen placed it upon her pussy, and spread herself apart, exposing the warm and moist depths of her pussy.

“Right here, Marcus~” she cooed, “Aaaah...! I'm so... hot~”

“Sheila...”

Placing his hands upon her thighs and hips, Marcus looked down between them. While his confidence had come in waves, he had remained mostly assured of himself during this whole tryst. That changed now.

Is Marcus a virgin? No. Far from it. Blame that on a classmate he had when he first started his semester at school. But he was no sexual savant, and he definitely wasn't addicted to sex/a masturbation junkie like a certain vixen was. A part of him began to wonder if he was even capable of, err, performing in a situation like this.

But before he could even think about voicing such concerns, Sheila reached down. Her hand traveled between his legs, where her fingers wrapped around his throbbing member. A grunt was forced from his lips and his head jerked back. Under her guidance, she led his dick towards her sweltering cunt, where she pressed the head of it against her folds.

Sheila's heat rushed to cover his cock, making Marcus shudder and groan. Fuck, he felt like he was melting. Anymore of this, and he wouldn't know where he ended and she began. But the vixen stroked his cock – more and more – keeping him firm and steady as the head of his dick ground against her weeping cunt.

“Just a bit more,” Sheila whispered... before laying back upon the bed, her hands at the sides of her head, and her cum-soaked breasts pushed out, “Right here, Marcus. Push. Push. Push. Push. Push. Push. Pu--” Push! “AAAAH~!”

“Hoooooohh!”

Marcus' dick speared Sheila's folds, sliding inside of her; inch by inch. Arching his back, he made sure to puuuuuuuush as deep into the vixen's pussy as he possibly could. He didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Not until his hips met her hips, and he was grinding his cock against her folds.

She surrounded him. She encapsulated him. Her tight and warm cunt gripped him harder than anything he's ever felt, and her slick juices tangled around his member. You would think a woman who – by her own admission – was a sex addict and masturbation junkie, would have a loose pussy. But you'd be wrong.

Sheila's cunt was downright possessive! It gripped Marcus' cock hard and refused to let go. There was also this... undulation to it, like a snake that's trying to swallow down its prey. Yeah, that's it. Sheila's cunt wasn't loose or open, but instead predatory and ravenous. Her many nights of relentless masturbation had transformed her cunt, training it into a downright monster!

A sliver of drool hung from Marcus' lips and he looked down, drinking in the erotic sight of Sheila's body. The vixen was smiling back at him, her eyes aglow as her lips parted lightly in a kissing motion. And with nothing more than a--”

“Nngh~”

Grunt...

“AH!?”

She squeezed down with her cunt, clamping around Marcus' cock, and drawing a groan from within him. Gripping the blankets next to her, he hunkered down next to her, and began grinding his hips up against her. A sharp groan left her lips as she felt his length grind against her ridges. So big and burly; Marcus stretched her out so good. And as his body loomed atop hers, she was given no room to escape.

But she wasn't the one being trapped, was she? no. It was the opposite.

Marcus compared her to a snake before, but that's not true. Sheila was more like a Venus flytrap. She appears beautiful and exotic from the outside, lulling you in with her erotic aroma. But when she opens her mouth, you're trapped in her warm embrace, and can never get out.

But that's fine, that's fine. Marcus didn't want to.

Pat!

“Oh~!”

“Nngh...!”

His hips began moving, driving his cock into Sheila's folds with a heavy and weighty push. A wave was sent rushing up and through her body, making her breasts bounce while he slid to a halt outside of her. He then hung there for several moments, before performing another thrust that sent another 'Pat!' through the bedroom. And these sounds were followed by several more--

Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat! Pat!

If Sheila was like some ravenous beast, then Marcus was a machine. While he may not have the greatest stamina reserves in the history of humanity, he more than made up for it in gusto. His cock was like an engine's piston, where he thrusted and slammed it into Sheila's awaiting cunt. Each impact sent wave after wave through Sheila's body, and made the bed they were on begin to bounce and wobble as well.

“Haaah! Aaah! Haaahah!” Marcus groaned, to which the vixen giggled.

“Oh~ Marcus,” she whispered, her arms reaching up to wrap around his neck and shoulder, “Nnggh~ you're too good to me,” bringing up her lips to his cheek, she-- “Chu~ Chu~ Chu~ Hmnnm~ deeper. Really stir my pussy up~”

“Mm-hm!”

PAT! PAT! PAT!

“OOOOH-HOOOO~~~!”

With the full weight of his body guiding him, Marcus slammed his dick into Sheila's awaiting cunt. The impacts sent waves through the vixen's body, making her head lean back as she let loose a warbling cry of ecstasy. But Marcus remained focused, his eyebrow furrowed and his flesh as hard as steel. He was living up to that machine comparison, as he thrusted into her pussy as hard and as fast as he could.

His big, burly dick scraped along Sheila's walls. Teeth gritted, the voluptuous vixen leaned back on her bed, nostrils flaring as deep moans were pulled from her throat, and reverberated through the bedroom.

Fuck, she could feel it. This winding in her womb that was being pulled apart; faster and faster! It made her toes curl as she struggled to keep everything in. Her pussy was gripping his cock, tighter, harder! And she could feel it inside of him too, that throbbing, sputtering, twitching cock. Hotter than lover, harder than steel! And all rising from his balls was this thick eruption. He was about to cum.

“Gotta...!” Marcus groaned, “Pull...! Out...!”

And Sheila's eyes widened.

Grip!

“What!?”

Her legs locked around his waist, binding him in place. Marcus could no longer move, his cock buried deep in her snatch. He could move juuuuuuust enough to thrust his dick inside of her, but never enough to escape her grasp. And when he looked down upon her gloomy face, that face that was always covered in an impossible shadow, he saw her grin look back at him.

“Sheila?” Marcus whispered... before instinct took over.

PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT! PAT!

The humping, the thrusting, the fucking, it all built up to this! Sheila's body rolled as her roommate fucked her into her mattress, cries of ecstasy forced from her mouth. 'YES!' and 'MORE' mixed together in a slurred mess as she stared up towards Marcus' face. The vixen appeared delirious, grinning, smiling, laughing, all as his cock carved out at her cunt, and pushed in deeper and deeper.

Just... a little... more...! And...

“GUH!”

“YEEEEAAAAAAAHHHHHSSSSS ~~~! AAAH-HAAAAAAH~~~!”

He pumped her full of cum. One thick blast of seed, followed by another, and another. It was so copious, you'd never believe he had cum earlier. What, was he backed up or something? Well... a little. Not like that mattered in the moment.

His length undulated as cum surged from his balls and through the tip, where it bursted inside of the vixen's womb, filling her cunt up like a balloon full of water. But his was not the only orgasm. As if triggering her own, Sheila came too, her clear juices squirting around Marcus' cock. But it her pussy also gripped him, stroked him, milked him off, drawing out his orgasm just that much longer... which in turn drew out her orgasm that much longer... which drew out his, which drew out hers, which drew out his, which drew out hers, longer and longer and loooonnngeeerrr.

And the vixen – smiling from cheek to cheek as her eyes rolled back to the skull – leaned back upon the bed as her nostrils flared. With an iron-clad grasp out of place for a normally gloomy woman such as herself, Sheila grabbed and held Marcus close, while her legs continued their lock on his waist.

Not one inch. Not one bit. Not one ounce of his seed would go to waste. Aaaaaalll of it was going right inside of her~

Oh yeeeeeeeessssssssssssss~~~

She could feel it as the heat of his seed pooled within her womb. It swelled within her, being hot and thick and copious. And as his orgasm finally – finally – petered down to a halt, Marcus collapsed...

Whump...

“Ooooouggh... ugh... crap...”

Laying his head between Sheila's sweaty boobs, Marcus didn't even care that he was inadvertently getting a face full of his own dry cum. He just wanted to lay there against her soft and plush body, letting her voluptuous curves cradle him like the world's greatest pillow. And Sheila – a smile on her face – brought her hands. Placing it upon the back of her roommate's head, she gently stroked her fingers along his hair and neck, while nuzzling him ever closer.

“Hhnn~ just lay here, Marcus... lay here...” she whispered, her voice sonorous, “And let me hold you for... a little while longer~”

…

Now arriving at Taylor Bridge East Stop! Now arriving at Taylor Bridge East Stop!

Ding!

Now stopping at Taylor Bridge East stop! Now stopping at Taylor Bridge East Stop!

He was getting used to this, ya'know. That being taking several buses to get from college and work back to his apartment. Sure, he didn't like having to get off one bus, swap over to another bus stop, wait for said bus, get on that next bus, and then ride it to repeat the process elsewhere, but, hey, you don't live in a big city like Willington without expecting something like this.

The moon hung high in the sky, and thanks to a certain radiation, no stars could be seen. But that's fine; that's cool. Thanks to the many lights of Willington, the city was just as bright at night as it was during the day. And as a certain bus stopped at a certain stop, a certain young man disembarked from it, properly drained after a long day of lectures and studying on campus.

Oh joy.

Marcus stepped down upon the pavement outside of Sunshine Apartments, his shoulders slumped over and his eyes closed.

“What a day, what a day,” he muttered to himself as he began walking towards his home.

Upon entering, he waved hello to his neighbor who was in the lobby, who waved back, and headed upstairs. Yeah, the elevator still was down. Marcus had long since given up expecting it to be fixed. It was probably broken for a while before he moved in, and it will remain broken for a while after he moves out.

But as he climbed step after step of the stairs, Marcus felt his chest pump up. A wave of relief washed over him, and it wasn't just because he was finally coming home. Nope. As he opened the door to his apartment and stepped inside...

“Sheila, I'm back...”

“Ah! Marcus!”

He looked up. And there, standing at the kitchen counter, was Sheila. The vixen's hair was just as messy and unkempt as expected of her, she was wearing her evening gown that flaunted her cleavage, and, yes, her beloved hoodie was on her shoulder. She had long since grown comfortable with showing this side of her towards her roommate, and no longer attempted to shrink from his view.

Her stuttering could use a little help though...

“H-h-how was school? I-I mean... h-how were your c-college classes?” she asked, while Marcus pulled his bookbag from his shoulders.

“Tiresome... as usual...” he replied whilst stumbling towards the couch... where he fell upon it with a groan, “Aaaaaaaaah...”

“Ah! W-well... dinner's going to be finished in... in a little while,” said Sheila as she walked from behind the counter, “I-I-I bought some Spanish food from a n-n-nearby restaurant. I-I'm heating it up now, s-s-so relax, okay?”

Marcus nodded, while the vixen rushed over to join him on the couch. Sitting down next to him, Sheila tilted her head and smiled, while he smiled weakly back. There were words he wanted to say, but they just didn't form on his lips. Instead, Marcus leaned in closer... and closer... and closer... until...

“Aah...”

“Heeheehee...”

He leaned his head against her chest, resting against her.

Eyes closed shut, this cat-like smile appeared on his lips as he melted against her voluptuous body. Situations like this felt so much better, didn't they? A long and tiresome day at college filled with tests, exams, and study sessions, all melting away as he reclines against a beautiful, tall, and voluptuous woman. Very little could ruin this feeling. Well... aside from...

“Um... M-M-M-Marcus...?”

“Uh? Yeah, Sheila?”

“Weeeeeeeeeeelllll...”

She didn't answer. At least... not verbally. Instead, Sheila began prodding her fingers together, while her cheeks burned an intense red. Blue eyes darting from left to right, the voluptuous vixen began fidgeting in place. Marcus tilted his head at her, confused... but it didn't take long for him to realize what she was trying to ask of him.

But he didn't speak, rather, he watched. Watched as Sheila leaned against the arm rest of the couch, where she grabbed the hem of her nightgown... and slowly began pulling it up. Inch by inch by inch, the gloomy-faced vixen revealed more of her shapely leg and thigh, right up until her skirt came to her hips.

And, there, covering her pelvis were a pair of silver panties.

“Do you... can you... do you... wanna... fuck?”

When living with a lewd fox, it becomes imperative that one pays their rent not only in money, but in flesh as well. And Marcus' response?

“Uh... okay... A-after... after dinner, first.”