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This story was written for Kemper as part of my Patreon Request Days for September. :3 It contains M/F sex between consenting adults.

[center][b][u]Temptation at the Cook-Out[/u][/b][/center]

If Willow hadn't been a human, she would have made one hell of a cougar. Kemper knew he shouldn't have felt like that about his family's over-the-road neighbour. He knew that women were more, far more than just a pair of soft, pillowy, bountiful breasts and the most gorgeously voluptuous hips. More than pale, freckled skin and fiery red hair. He knew that a woman, whether college age like himself or older like Willow, was deserving of respect both for who she was, and how she chose to carry herself in day to day life. And he did respect her. Fuck, he respected her so much, he'd have done practically [i]anything[/i] for her.

But therein lay the problem. He wanted to do anything for her. Needed to. Right now though, he couldn't. Couldn't even bring himself to make eye contact with the woman who had transformed him into her youthful plaything during this summer vacation, because if he did, he didn't know how he'd be able to resist holding her. Kissing her. Touching her, right here at the neighbourhood cook out.

"Kemper?"

The feline male blinked, and looked away from the grills where Willow was standing, giggling and chatting with the dad of the family responsible for hosting this year's cook-out in his back yard. He turned his head towards the neighbour with whom he'd been chatting. Something about how their cousin was going to his college next semester, and how he should hang out with them or show them round or something. He blushed, and in a vague attempt at deception rubbed a hand across his stomach.

"Oh man, I'm sorry. I totally zoned out there. I just got caught up looking at... t-the grill. I'm really hungry."

Rolling his eyes, the skunk turned away with a shrug, sipping at his solo cup full of beer like he didn't care at all.

"Whatever man, it's cool."

It wasn't cool though. Kemper frowned as he watched the other guy walk away, obviously a little dejected by how little the feline seemed to care about what he had to say. He didn't want to be that guy. He wasn't that guy. It's just... her. Willow. She drove him crazy. She made him some insane version of his normal self, devoted only to her and what would make her happy. She...

"Oh, Kemper. How nice to see you here."

The black and white spotted cat tensed up sharply, and very nearly dropped his own cup full of beer as Willow seemed to appear out of nowhere by his side, suddenly absent from where she had been over at the grills. She had a hot dog in one hand, the length of grilled meat protruding rather prominently from the two sides of the sliced bun in which it was seated. The other hand she was running down the length of Kemper's arm, then up again, then down again, stroking it tenderly through his fur and provoking his tense, shivering excitement.

"H-hello Miss... u-uhm... Willow. Hi. It's... g-good to see you here. Coz, y'know. We're neighbours, and stuff."

Willow giggled, and leaned in close to the feline, so close he could feel her breath upon his own sabre-toothed muzzle.

"This is a neighbourhood cook-out, Kemper. Anyone can talk to anyone here, and it's not weird. All we're doing is fostering a warmer, closer relationship between the various generations that live around here. Isn't that something worth celebrating? Something worth at least cracking a smile about?"

She smiled at Kemper, and the blushing, trembling male couldn't help but smile back. God, she was cute when she smiled. No, not cute. He was cute, to her at least. She... she was fucking hot.

"That's better. I do so love to see you smiling. And that look in your eyes. I like that too, a great deal. Come with me, Kemper. Come inside with me for a minute... let's... get some juice from the kitchen, hmmm? That beer of yours looks awfully warm, and technically you aren't twenty one for the best part of a year yet. So, why not come with me... trade it in for an ice cold soda. Hmm?"

If anyone overheard the human woman talking to the younger male, they might not have thought anything of it. Nor would they really have had any reason to be suspicious even if they saw Willow taking Kemper boldly by the hand and leading the stunned, blushing feline through the garden and up into the house at which the cook-out was being held. She led the trembling male through the sliding glass doors at the rear of the house, and through the open-planned archway which led from living area to kitchen. An island of counter space sat in the middle of the room, and it was this to which she guided the red faced feline before finally releasing his paw from her grasp. He was facing the kitchen window, with Willow standing with her back to it and the garden beyond. They could hear the sounds of voices, people chattering and laughing, but all at a distance. Willow had slid the sliding door closed behind them even though it had been open as they entered. Perhaps just out of habit, or maybe to grant them a few seconds more privacy in case someone else were to find a reason to come in.

The human woman leaned back against the counter, but reached out towards Kemper and grasped at the front of his dark polo shirt. She tugged him forward, close to her, and kissed him deeply. He tensed once more, struggling for a second and staring wide eyed around Willow's beautiful features to the window. Unfortunately, or perhaps fortunately for him he could only resist her allure for so long, and soon was hungrily making out with her in return, pinning her between his trembling figure and the counter behind her.

"Touch me, Kemper..."

Their lips had barely parted when the plea, breathy and yet spoken with the confidence of one who had known what they were about to say for some time, slipped forth. At the same time both of Willow's hands were grasping at one of the male's wrists, and guiding his fingers to the bare flesh of her leg. Already she was dressed immodestly, in her favourite pale sundress that barely made it to her knees and did little to conceal her bra-less chest. But Kemper had no idea quite how brazen she had been with her choice of attire until he felt her guiding his hand up the length of one thigh, higher and higher without contacting underwear of any sort. First he assumed she must have been wearing panties. Then a thong. But by the time she guided his paw to cup her crotch, spreading her legs slightly with a guttural groan, there was no denying the simple truth.

"I'm bored out of my skull here. I don't care about chatting with the neighbours or eating dry, crusty hot dog that's been sitting on the grill about fifteen minutes too long. Kitten... you're the only one here I want to spend time with. The only person who can entertain me. Who knows exactly the kind of [i]entertainment[/i] a lady like me needs. So please, Kemper."

She rolled her hips, grinding her pussy down against his quivering fingertips with a desperate moan.

"P-please... baby. Make me cum."

Kemper couldn't believe what she was asking him to do. Nor could he believe that he was doing it. And yet barely a fraction of a second after she begged for him to satisfy her, the feline's furred digits were slipping up and into her pussy. She was wrapping her arms around his neck, leaning forward against him, and moaning happily as he began to work his fingers in and out, probing and teasing in search of her g-spot. And then... then it was her who was tense. Her who was fighting back cries of almost bashful euphoria as he found that spot, and oh so gently began to massage it with his fingertips.

The older woman rocked back and forth against her young lover's touch. She whimpered softly, but held back the majority of her moans as Kemper fingered her using all the practice she'd given him over the last couple of weeks since their first time. Every so often their lips would meet again, but for the most part she allowed Kemper to keep his head free and his eyes peeled as lookout. After all, they were standing in the middle of the kitchen in plain view if anyone came in from outside, and even if someone looked through the window it would take some explanation to figure out why Willow had her arms around the young feline's neck. Or indeed, why the cat's face was so flushed as Willow whispered to him, increasingly horny and heated in her vocalisations.

"Rub my clit. H-harder. Harder! Aa-aahh... yeah. Like that. Ohh god, Kemper. I... I wish you could fuck me. Right now. Right here..."

Her eyes were glazed over, and her whole body was rocking sharply forward each time a new surge of pleasure crashed over her thanks to Kemper's tender touch. A loud, unmistakably wet slapping emanated from between Willow's legs as Kemper's fingers flew, accompanied by a deep groan from the feline in question as he listened to Willow's tempting words and fought not to simply ask her why they couldn't in fact just do it; drag down his trousers and start fucking right there in the midst of the kitchen. Instead, he tried to force the beautiful human's hand. To make her cum before she could say anything more, and tempt him into making one of the dumbest decisions of his life.

"Yeah? H-how about I take you outside, Willow. Bend you over one of the picnic tables, lift up your dress... let everyone see how hot you are, how wet. [i]Then[/i] I'll fuck you... so everyone knows how gorgeous you are. How goddamn lucky I am."

A desperate wail of pleasure erupted from Willow, and even before Kemper expected her to do so, overwhelmed by the thought of letting a virile young thing like Kemper claim her in the midst of all the middle aged men of their neighbourhood, the human woman soaked his hand as she began to squirt. His fingers continued to manipulate her g-spot as she came, launching fresh sprays of hot ejaculate out across the furred male's palm while his thumb ground firmly at her clit. She flung herself forward, burying her face in his neck to muffle the next few frantic cries that escaped her, and humped feverishly at his hand. Her ample breasts jiggled violently as her thighs clamped down around his paw, making its escape before she was absolutely ready to let go an absolute impossibility.

"Oohhhh... kitten. Kitten, yes... [i]yes[/i]."

She moaned and gasped at Kemper to the very last, as her body's inner workings became too sensitive to bear his continued touches, yet still forced herself to endure that almost agonising pleasure for just a few seconds longer. Then she was spent, and Willow found herself blushing and fighting to catch her breath as she looked into the younger man's eyes, oddly embarrassed while he grinned at her with pride and passion still raging within him.

The spotted cat licked his lips, and purred loudly as he pulled his hand out from between Willow's legs. He lifted it between them, and right in front of her wide eyes lapped at his sodden digits which had just emerged from the human's dripping pussy. She grunted anew, as though it was her clitoris that his tongue had run across rather than his own fingers. He licked his lips, revelling in the taste, and her face burned brighter beneath its pale, freckled skin.

"Willow..."

Squirming at the tone of his voice, rich and purring, laced with his lust and adoration for her, the spent, satisfied human nodded.

"Y-yeah?"

Kemper leaned forward, nuzzling at her and pecking at the nape of her bare throat.

"Before we go back..."

His voice trailed off, but he grasped one of the human's smooth hands in his own, and even before it had reached his destination Willow was moaning once again. He pressed it to the swollen, twitching crotch of his jeans, and held it there as the human woman stared at him and whimpered in nervous hunger. She shook her head, but neither looked convinced, nor sounded it.

"Oh. O-oh, Kemper. Don't tempt me..."

He purred deeper. Thicker. He thrust his hips forward, straining against the fabric of his trousers and her hand pressed up against it. Tempting her again, making her an offer that he had never before known this beautiful older woman to refuse.

Sure enough, she glanced around. At the archway leading to the living room and the closed sliding doors to the backyard beyond it. At the window, unoccupied and letting in the soft sounds of people chatting and laughing merrily, perfectly content to remain precisely where they were.

Not ten seconds later, it looked from outside as though Kemper was alone in the kitchen. The young, cute college guy standing with his hands spread upon the counter, leaning forward slightly with an expression that was first one of anticipation, then one of concentration, and finally one of pure elation spread across his face. Temptation could be a terrible and dangerous thing, Kemper couldn't deny that. But if used correctly, and if you were able to get away with it... goddamn, it felt good to just let yourself succumb.

By Jeeves

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