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Chapter Six

Friday April 11, 2008

1:15pm

Not normally the type to get in a funk, Tyson struggled with the dejected feeling that Elena's words--and the words she hadn't said--had left him with. He felt foolish and embarrassed. Worse, he feared that he had jeopardized their relationship. Not even a month had passed since their first date. Was that too soon for love?

It seemed that no amount of schoolwork or nighttime driving would get it off his mind, and seeing Elena and talking to her after classes only made him feel awkward. Over and over the young shepherd told himself that there was nothing he could do. Elena had said that she simply needed more time. How much longer? A few more weeks? Months? Longer than that?

"go for a walk or drive tonight?"

Tyson was on his afternoon break, slogging through schoolwork at his dormitory desk when the message from Elena arrived, and he quickly set his economics book aside to punch in a response.

"meet at ur place?"

"anytime after 8 if you can"

Eight, huh? Little late for dinner.

Intrigued, Tyson wrote his girlfriend a quick reply and leaned back in the chair.

* * *

8:05pm

"I should've clarified, I didn't mean that you had to drive," Elena said, smiling across the Porsche's center console.

She had answered the front door in black capris and a plain black tee-shirt, and she had--in Tyson's imagination if nowhere else, appeared nervous. He could certainly relate.

"Well, you know, I like to drive."

The 944 sat at a stop sign just down the block from Elena's house with its 17.4-gallon tank all filled up for the evening drive. Tyson glanced down the street for approaching traffic, then back to Elena. "I'm not going anywhere specific, am I?"

"Somewhere quiet would be nice. I wanted to see you earlier this week but things got so busy, and there's been a lot on my mind."

Tyson nodded. "Sounds ominous." He grinned. The fox laughed and brushed the pads of a paw over his forearm.

"I'm not taking you out to the country to stab you or anything," Elena said.

"That's specific," said Tyson, glancing over with suspicious eyes.

The couple continued their banter as Tyson took them away from the lights and traffic of town and turned onto a secluded stretch of county road.

"So, what's on your mind?" asked Tyson. The Porsche vibrated noisily over the gravel road--maybe not the quiet place Elena had in mind.

For a moment, Elena said nothing. Her paws were held shut upon her lap. "Would you mind pulling over?"

"Sure," said Tyson, and his eyes began to scan the dark surroundings. He couldn't help but wonder what Elena had in mind.

They passed several field approaches before Tyson pulled the 944 onto a low maintenance road. "How's this?"

Elena looked through the windshield, at the darkness expanding in all directions. "Perfect place for a stabbing_--_Like this!" she shouted. The fox lunged, pressing a fist into Tyson's side.

The shepherd yelped and slumped over.

"Sorry," Elena said. "I couldn't help myself."

"I don't think I'm gonna make it--"

Sighing, the fox leaned back in her seat and leveled Tyson with a more serious expression. "But, Ty, what I really wanted to talk about, well--"

Tyson straightened up and killed the car's engine. Lending all his ear to the fox.

"I don't even know where to start. I've been thinking all week about what you said. What I said. I need to apologize. I don't think I was being honest. Like, when you said that you loved me--that made me happy--but it scared me a lot. You know, I haven't told you a lot about my own life, and I guess I want to be sure you're ready to be a part of it. I'm a lot older. I've been through a lot. We're in totally different stages of our lives, Ty. I know I said that I wanted things to just be fun, but that's not true. I thought I'd feel better if I said that, but it didn't feel right. So, is it alright if I tell you a little more about myself, and then we'll see if you're still interested?"

Discombobulated by the whirlwind opening, Tyson could only nod.

He listened with sharp eyes and perked ears as Elena spoke about twelve years of marriage to a cold, demanding, psychologically-abusive husband and the falling out which she had experienced with her own family.

"So, here I am, Tyson. I'm forty-three. My only friend is my daughter, and you're the first one I've been on a date with in ten years. Let me put it this way: I'm going to be almost fifty by the time you graduate."

A moment of silence passed.

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you want me to break up with you," said Tyson.

Elena shook her head and leaned back in her seat, looking tired after letting out so much steam. She sighed again as she spoke. "No, I don't want that. I just want to make sure you're ready for this. You're in it for the long haul, or at least to give that a shot."

"I am. I meant it when I said it, Elena. I love you." Tyson leaned across the console and put an assuring paw on his girlfriend's leg.

"Oh, Ty--" The fox reached out to cup the shepherd's muzzle in both paws before giving him a soft kiss.

"I love you too."

The past week of dejection and doubt was forgotten at once.

They kissed again, and this time when they pulled apart both canines were heaving with heavy breaths.

"Should we start heading back?" whispered Elena, one black paw stroking the fur of Tyson's muzzle.

Tyson nodded, caught by something in the fox's tone, and they kissed again.

* * *

8:40pm

"I'm sorry about the place," Elena said as she unlocked the door to her house.

Tyson told the fox that he wasn't worried. He doubted Elena could top some of the things that he had seen at the dorms.

Elena's front door led to an open entryway with a dining area and stairs to the left and a small living room to the right. Tyson blinked as light burst from a ceiling fixture in the living room, illuminating an old sofa and a large entertainment center which together occupied most of the thin carpet floor. It certainly wasn't a disaster area and it wouldn't hold a candle to the dorm rooms Tyson had it mind, but it was also more disheveled than he might have imagined it would be. There were books, magazines and loose papers covering an end table beside the sofa, and while the short carpet appeared to have been recently vacuumed there were several small, ancient-looking stains near the sofa.

"You think _this_is messy?" he said.

Elena rolled her eyes, then gestured towards the sofa. "I need to go to the bathroom. Make yourself comfortable and find something to watch."

Tyson nodded, dropping onto the sofa while more lights flicked on throughout the house. So, this is her place.

Her flowery, somewhat musky scent filled the room.

A remote control gave life to the flat-screen television on the wood stand. Absentmindedly, Tyson began surfing the cable menu, wondering what other surprises this night held in store.

When Elena reappeared, she sat close to Tyson and laid the side of her head upon his shoulder.

"I made you drive a long ways just to come right back," she said. "I'm sorry."

A long whisker tickled Tyson's nose as he glanced at the fox. "No, I'm glad you asked me to, and I'm glad you told me everything that you did. I want you to talk to me about things."

"I don't want to bring you down with my old-lady problems."

Tyson quickly squared his shoulders to the fox. "Don't talk about yourself like that. You're not an old lady." He pushed his nose against Elena's.

The fox seemed taken aback, but she nodded.

"I love you, Elena."

"I love you too, Tyson--"

They kissed, twisting necks and entwining tongues once more.

Elena's body tipped back, and Tyson was on all fours over her. He dimly felt a paw on his chest and another grasping at his back. He pulled away from their kiss to clamp down on the white fur of Elena's neck, applying a careful but firm bite to the muscle there. The paws gripping him squeezed tighter. Tyson followed the bite with a lick and grazed his teeth against the fox's throat, then lifted his muzzle to kiss her again.

Elena tore away some minutes later--sense of time entirely gone--and placed her paws upon Tyson's head. Her breathing was heavy, and a trace of saliva glimmered from the white fur of her muzzle as she stared up at him. "Let's go upstairs."

Tyson nodded and lifted himself from the sofa. His heart thundered.

The fox rose to her feet, snagged one of Tyson's paws and led him to a narrow wooden staircase. Her bushy, white-tipped tail flicked before him as they moved to the second story of the house.

Here we go.

The couple rounded a corner at the top of the stairs, then marched down a short and dark hallway until Elena slipped through an open doorway at its end.

When his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the new room, Tyson found Elena looking up at him from a large bed. He moved cautiously and lowered himself to the edge of the mattress where he was met with a hungry kiss. He was quickly pulled atop the sheets, pinned underneath his girlfriend's hips--which he found made a great resting place for his paws. As they resumed their kissing, Tyson couldn't ignore the way that the fox's body pressed against him. Neither could Elena.

"Mmm--Somebody's excited," she remarked with a smile. Her paws softly roamed Tyson's chest, then downwards.

Tyson grinned a guilty grin. "Maybe," he said. His shirt was tossed away indiscriminately.

Elena leaned down to nip at one of her boyfriend's large, triangular ears and whispered, "Let me do something about that--" She slathered one black-furred paw with her broad pink tongue, coating it in saliva.

The paw ventured below the waistband of Tyson's boxers and grabbed hold of his erection.

_Fucking hell,_thought Tyson, his expectations of the evening shattered in very pleasing fashion.

"Oh, Ty," Elena whispered, nipping at her boyfriend's ear again as she gave the reddish protrusion in her paw a slow, firm pump.

Tyson closed his eyes.

He came in what felt a matter of seconds--hot sperm shooting onto his abdomen in a wet, sticky burst. Then steady dribbles. The shepherd threw his head back with a sigh while Elena's paw continued up and down, ensuring that the cock had nothing left to release.

"My my, what a mess," she remarked. "Somebody better clean this up."

The sensation of a broad tongue pulled Tyson's eyes wide, and the sight of Elena licking cum from his fur put the shepherd at a loss.

"Is my devil feeling good?"

Tyson replied by quickly rolling his hips, wrestling the fox to her back and giving her another bite on the neck.

"Ah!" gasped Elena, and her arms fell to either side of her head.

Tyson freed the fox of her tee-shirt, and a blue, very full brassiere appeared.

The breasts--vast, doughy, seemed an anatomical marvel to Tyson. After unbinding them he gently squeezed and caressed the fox. Pink nipples swelled against his paw pads, and while he licked and nuzzled at the breasts his paws fell to dispense of his girlfriend's capris.

He lay at the fox's legs a minute later, his muzzle buried between her plump thighs. Tyson's tongue darted out, gently teasing the fox's clitoris and tasting her pussy with long, hard licks. A black-furred paw kept his head in place and gave encouragement.

He licked and licked and licked, gazing up into Elena's eyes which winced, squeezed shut occasionally. Eventually the fox shivered, and she let out a shuddering breath. She reached down with both paws, pulling Tyson's muzzle from between her legs. Her eyes then caught a glimpse of exposed flesh.

"Come on, Ty," she whispered hotly.

The taste of fox fresh in his mouth, Tyson stared down at his panting girlfriend. He gazed into her unblinking, golden-yellow eyes and felt a paw grab him.

Elena guided him into position.

And only hours ago he had been worrying about the future of their relationship.

He took a deep breath and slowly pushed himself into the fox's warm embrace.

"Oh god, Ty--" whispered Elena.

She shivered as the cock entered her body.

Tyson moved with care, delighting in the physical sensations of love and sex. He had looked at Elena in many manners of beauty--the calm and organized professor, the witty and intelligent woman, the fun-loving date, and now the beautiful lover. Her eyes shimmered up at him, and her muzzle hung open slightly. Tyson leaned down, kissing her and slowly introducing more of his length with each thrust until his knot was against her.

The kiss occupied them until Elena tore away. "You can go faster--" she whispered.

"Alright," grunted Tyson. He readjusted his paws to either side of the fox's shoulders and gave her body a hard push with his hips. There was a sound of flesh striking flesh.

The fox moved an arm to support her breasts. "Like that," she grunted.

Tyson--gritting his teeth, trying to control himself, focused on the increased tempo. It was not long before the glorious sensations of warmth, wetness and closeness brought him to the edge again.

"Elena, I'm gonna--" he grunted, holding back, withdrawing his member as a burning pleasure rose within him.

"Knot me!" the fox cried, and her ankles locked behind the younger canine's back.

Tyson came as he plunged the bulbous girth of his knot inside the fox. He made a breath like a snarl. He felt release. The fox's legs clamped tighter yet.

"Oh, Ty--" grunted Elena, her paw gravitating to the sensitive bud of her clitoris and stroking as the knot pulsed within her and sperm poured into her body.

While the intensity of the orgasm subsided Tyson panted and looked down at the fox.

Elena panted and looked up at the shepherd.

"I almost forgot what it's like," she said between labored breaths.

"You mean it wasn't your first time too?" Tyson replied, a tired grin on his muzzle.

"What!" Elena's eyes opened wide, and her voice was now full with shock. "You're not serious."

Tyson nodded.

"You should've said something! I would've tried to make it a bit special at least!" The fox put a paw to her forehead, seeming distressed. "I should've asked."

Tyson snickered and bent down to give the fox a short kiss. "It's fine. It was plenty special."

Elena's look of shock wore away, and she shook her head. "I can't believe I was the one to steal your virginity."

"_Steal?" asked Tyson, brow raised. "Well, yeah. I guess you _did take it without asking."

The fox put both paws to her face. "I can't believe it."

"What kind of guy did you peg me for?"

Elena shook her head, and as they kissed again their lips curled into smiles against each other. Elena then sighed, reaching for Tyson's shoulder to stroke the fur there. She breathed a quiet laugh. "I can't believe I've tainted my devil."

"What a tempting mistress you are," said Tyson.

The fox's head continued to shake. "I still don't believe it," she said.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah." And the fox patted the bed at her side. "Hold me."