Longing: Chapter 1
#1 of Needs & Desires
When he heard the door slam shut and the sobbing, Lucas knew he was in for a long night. Sighing, he pushed away from his computer, and walked towards Ana's room. Lucas could see that she must be distraught; Ana's door to the hallway wasn't closed. Walking down her hall towards her room, Lucas rapped on her door lightly, he asked "Ana, you OK?"
He waited a moment, only hearing sobs, then said, "I hope you are decent, I am coming in."
"NO!" she wailed.
"Why not?" he asked, knowing she had probably had her heart broken once again.
Seconds later, he heard the thump and shatter of glass as something hit the wall. Speaking softly, he said "Look An, I told you that Travis was no good."
"I KNOW... I KNOW," she wailed pitifully.
"All right then, you brought this onto yourself. I told you it was no good to date a guy willing to cheat on his current girlfriend," and with that, Lucas opened the door into his roommate's bedroom. Instinctively, he brought his arms up in front of him. The place was a mess, her purse spilled onto the floor and a picture frame lay shattered nearby the entrance. Anastasia was curled up, crying into her knees, her mascara running, ruining her immaculate white fur.
"Jeez, Ana you look like crap," Lucas said jokingly.
Tears flowed down her cheeks and her hair was tussled unattractively. Her golden-brown eyes were bleary.
Gaining composure, Ana sniffled and sat up, asking "I do?"
"Yeah... you do," his smile, sincere, was rewarded with a pouting frown.
At least it was a start. Lucas sat close on the round love cushion, and brushed Ana's platinum blond hair out from in front of her eyes. He could feel her shaking, her nose running. Relaxing, Lucas leaned forward and grabbed Ana and brought her back onto his chest in a close hug. He felt her hands slowly reach around his waist and lock together. Her breath was hot and choked, but she seemed to relax a bit.
"At least her sobbing is quieter," Lucas thought. Smiling to himself, he closed his eyes and leaned back and let her cry herself to peace.
After about a half hour, Ana, sniffled one last time. Pushing herself away from Lucas, she noticed him watching her intently.
Blushing, she turned away from her dark furred friend, and said "I'm sorry I got you involved in this. I knew he was crap, but I convinced myself otherwise."
"It's all right, you know I don't mind listening to yammering about your new catch," Lucas said jokingly.
"Heh heh, I did, didn't I?" Ana asked.
"For at least a week. Remember, I left for vacation so I would be able to catch up on sleep!" He laughed deeply. Soon, her higher pitched laugh joined and the negative emotions weighing down the room dissipated.
They chatted for a bit, Ana continuously apologizing for mussing up Lucas' carefully groomed fur. Waving it off, Lucas replied, "It's OK. You can just charge me less for rent for the cost of shampoos needed to clean this mess."
"Daddy would notice if I charged you even less than what I already do. He'd think something was going on between us."
"Eh, well, it was worth a shot. Besides, don't your parents know me enough not to be concerned?" Lucas asked, genuinely interested.
"They do, they do. It's just that, as roommates and would-be lovers, it would seem like you were taking advantage of my delicate, feminine sensibilities," Ana replied in a low voice, her eyelids dropping, her chest heaving outward.
"Stop that, Ana. You know I only want to remain as friends, no more. IF anything happened and that friendship were broken, I know I would be depressed. Knowing you, it would be a lot worse," Lucas warned as he stood up.
"You're no fun. C'mon! No strings attached! I promise, just this one time." She begged, even as she slowly loosed the top button of her blouse, revealing a deep, enveloping cleavage.
"Sorry, got things to do, bye!" Lucas hurried out of the room, before the aroused, female pheromones destroyed his free will.
As he hurried back to his room, he felt a small twinge in his pants and the aroma of Ana still lingered in his thoughts. Realizing where that train was heading, he opted for a cold shower.
...
After showering, Lucas went back and rebooted his computer. The last image of a red-furred, bushy-tailed canid female greeted him. All she was wearing was a set of fish-net stockings, matching red panties and bra and a mischievous grin, her tongue barely licking the side of her muzzle. Her amber eyes gazed longingly out from his screen; her raven black hair spilled over her lounge couch's headrest and perky ears, the right pierced in three places with silver loops.
Immediately, Lucas felt the tingle he had lost before he jumped in the shower earlier. Leaning back in his chair, Lucas unzipped his jeans and pulled them down a bit around his legs. A small tent in his boxers, struggled to contain his manhood. Unbuttoning himself, Lucas freed his turgidly pulsing member. He grasped it gently with his right hand and stroked it free from his sheathe. Its thinner, pointed tip stretched it out to a little longer than 7 inches, his hand warming and thickening it to its full glory.
He closed his eyes and imagined the vixen in his room; her soft fur rubbing against his, her back to his chest. He began to rub himself slowly; she started to slowly grind against him. His hands reached around to her waist, feeling the soft fur of her underbelly. His breathing slowed; her heartbeat rose. She turned and they embraced, each eagerly seeking the other's muzzle. Their heated passion, evident with each deep, long kiss, could not much longer be contained. Smiling, she dropped to her knees. With a deft twist of her hand, his clothing fell away revealing himself to her. Each of her hot breaths was greeted with a twitch and a low moan from Lucas.
The monitor glowed brightly, humming quietly and the canid male pumped himself slowly, his left hand rising up under his shirt, imagining her hands traveling all over his body. Grinning, she teased him by giving his tip a quick lick, letting loose a little pre. Lucas felt the liquid well at his head, and used it to lube up. The female grasped his flesh; her slender hands squeezed him using the pre as a warm lube. His flesh quivered in delight, and he leaned back sucking in breath deeply. She gazed up at him, her eyes flickering green in the low-light, as her tongue shyly reached out from her mouth; her desire became evident. Lucas nodded and she barely touched it to his throbbing cock.
Lucas' eyes rolled into his head, his voice escaped into a quiet "Yeah..." He worked his thumb at the tip of himself, imaging the female lapping at it. Her soft tongue traced circles around the sensitive nub, and then quickly found the base of his shaft. She licked a long, slow line back up. Lucas, the sensations in his cock getting stronger, spit into his palm and rubbed himself, the warm fluids coating him as well as she could have. Her wide, flared tongue caressed his member; she teased him with slow licks followed by spiraling around the head. His hand squeezed tighter.
The vixen closed her muzzle over his manhood, the warmth and tightness, mimicked in real life by his palm. Her teeth lightly grazed over his length, and his pleasure rose quickly. She bobbed lightly up and down; his quickened pace showed his need to release. Groaning with desire, Lucas whispered to himself, "Yeah, just like that... don't stop..." He felt each pulse in his hand, the heat was unbearable. His toes curled; his entire body flexed. She started to suck deeply, allowing him to thrust deep into her throat, the warmth rising and the sucking getting stronger.
The vixen could feel her mate's yearning need to release; her hands tweaked his nipples and rubbed his thick grey/red fur. She teased him further by holding his cock deep into her throat while smiling. His hips started to thrust lightly by themselves, as they moved in concert with this dream vixen. His entire body began to tighten as Lucas let his tongue hang from his mouth, a sly grin on his face. His breath quickened, and started coming in fast pants, his nostrils flared. He felt his limit approaching fast. She did too. The vixen bobbed faster and faster, from the base of his cock to the tip, as she suckled eagerly. She knew well what was next.
Leaning forward in his chair, Lucas let out a muffled howl, as he bit into his arm, so as not to alert Anastasia to his activities. His back arched and his legs extended into the ground as his knot quickly bulged and his sac tightened, drawing into his body. He felt the first pulses shoot far; his seed spraying over his designated area. The female canid felt his knot swell, his hips thrusting deeply into her throat. She closed her eyes and let him coat her throat with his thick, white opalescence. She pulled back, sucking gingerly, knowing his nerves were extra sensitive. Her mate continued to spurt, his spunk splattered the roof of her mouth; his cock, freed from her muzzle, fired one last jet over her face. She giggled, and turned away to prevent from being hit in her eye.
She turned; her hair draped over once side of her face and said, "Thanks Lucas, I needed that."
Lucas, not entirely coherent, responded, "Yeah, so did I."
He swiveled to grab his towel, when he realized that he heard her voice from behind him. Alarmed, he turned and stared at Ana, who stood in the doorway in nothing but a towel. Quickly, as modesty demanded, Lucas rose and tried to pull up his pants while turning away. "Jeez, Ana! Can't you show a little respect to the closed door rule!?" Lucas yelped.
"Ha ha! I did knock! You didn't respond, and I thought you were angry with me," Ana squealed.
Lucas nearly tripped over himself, trying to hop to the doorway and shut the door. Ana backed off, raising her paws defensively, "Look Lucas, I meant what I said."
She turned away, heading back to her room, when she stopped and said "By the way, I meant the talk earlier, but the show was good too."
Giggling, she had almost closed her hall door when Lucas heard a whisper sneak out, "If your arm ever gets sore, I'm free anytime."
...
Anastasia lay on her bed, the soft downy cushions feeling wonderful against her light, white fur. Her bath towel lay discarded on the floor at the foot of the bed. She stayed there, enjoying the softness against her bare body, her mind free to replay the scene she saw earlier.
She let her mind drift, the room darkened. She saw Lucas sitting in his black chair, his pink cock fully erect and throbbing, a sharp contrast to his dark grey/red fur. Not overly hung like those stallions in her magazines, but thicker, his manhood pulsed with each stroke. He whispered to himself and she saw a nearly nude female lounging on his desktop. She figured that must be where he imagined he was.
Grunting, he leaned forward, then arched back as he came. Gushing over himself and missing the towel he set up, his spunk everywhere. Unable to resist, Ana giggled, saying "Thanks Lucas, I needed that."
Realizing he was still in bliss from climax, she leaned in the door, watching the shock grow his face as he realized what just happened. Lucas then quickly chased her out of his room, his pants still hanging off his hips, his limp flesh hanging between his thighs. She sighed, longing for a sensitive touch that she knew he could provide. Even though she had dried off, she felt a dampness between her legs, and could barely smell anxiety.
"Well, I could surprise him with a show and then catching him off guard, I'll get him to help me finish..." She thought fiendishly.