The Thunderstorm Tutor
I thought I would write something more cozy this time. Something without Pokémon. It's a cozy, sometimes funny, sometimes yiffy tale of afterschool math study. This story means a lot to me, and I think it came out to be one of my best.
Although, it seems sometimes to have too much detail in parts. I hope you don't think so.
I'll be delighted to hear what you think.
Please rate, please comment.
1 -- The Report Card
Thursday, 6:40 AM. The harsh sound of Nick's alarm clock brought him to life with a jerk. The room was cold, and he didn't want to expose his warm-climate fur to the New England winter cold pervading the air. He was a fox, in a town of foxes, but he and his folks were basically foreigners. They had moved up from Georgia when he was still a baby, so his genetics were never in agreement with the weather.
As if that wasn't enough, he had just moved again, just across town, when their shabby condo caught fire. Nothing was lost, thank goodness for the fire fighters, but it was a wake-up call for his mom, who finally was forced to admit that the place wasn't quite Buckingham Palace.
His home's new heater, though, had done its very best at excelling at sheer mediocrity. It was extremely energy efficient, his mom had been told. He now knew why.
He tore his comforter off, taking the chill all at once like a swimmer diving quickly into icy water, and bolted for the shelter of a steaming hot shower.
As he stood just outside his nice, new suburban house, slender frame well concealed by a loose gray hoodie and baggy jeans, he was in a much more agreeable mood. His broad tail flicked back and forth, as the nippy air ruffled its orange fur. He had a real house now, with it's very own dew covered front lawn, and his own bedroom, thankfully now a separate entity from the family study. Though his room was still a cluttered mess of cardboard boxes, the move had been of such a short distance that he didn't even have to change schools.
The sky was dreary and overcast, and the sweet smell of rain was in the air. He passionately hoped it wouldn't start to rain before the bus came, soaking one of the only sets of clothes the after move shuffle had been able to unearth. This was the first time he had traveled by this new bus route, so he had decided it would be in his best interest to come out to the stop a little early, in case the bus had one of those anal-type drivers that were apparently all the rage in school bus hiring trends these days. If it rained, it poured. And he would get soaked in the process.
His old bus had had a really strict driver: no talking, assigned seats, no electronics, the works. And if you disagreed, well, you can just find yourself another ride. The lead-headed faculty were much more likely to believe an angelic bus driver than the little weed smoking devil passengers he had to reluctantly chauffeur.
Just as soon as it began to drizzle, he heard the roar of a diesel engine, and a yellow behemoth could be seen struggling through the mist. The ancient bus screeched to a halt right in front of him, the smudged polycarbonate door only inches away, and aligned perfectly with his stop. With a shaky, wheezing action, it opened, revealing an old, graying fox seated at the Duck Tape wrapped wheel. "Nice maneuver," Nick said. If his mind hadn't been off wandering somewhere, he would have leapt back from the curb, away from the dangerously close diesel-guzzler.
"Thanks, Nick" the driver said with a fist pump. He pointed to a torn Crazy Taxi poster on his heavily adorned dash. "Have yourself a seat. Ones near the back're usu'lly free."
Nick did so, bewildered and confused, taking an empty bench all for himself. He recognized the guy opposite him from chemistry. He recognized most people on the bus, in fact. By sight, at least.
From what he had gathered from a respectfully quiet conversation he shared with those seated near him, the driver called himself "Jolly". He learned that the guy memorizes the names of everyone on the bus, and constantly broke rules himself, like messing with the asinine county-assigned bus stops to keep the distance walked and driven down. Apparently, the way he did things, only a few kids had to walk to a mutual bus stop. In return, everyone was expected to behave like adults, at least for the ride. Jolly called this the 'gentleman's agreement' None of the passengers seemed to complain.
Nick had a wholly terrific day at school. The classes were easy, cafeteria lunch wasn't visibly radioactive, and he actually got a solid chance to speak to his secret crush!
Her name was Kate, and he had had feelings for her for a long time now. Ever since he had first met her in their Freshman year, his attraction had not wavered, or shifted to another. It was as if fate itself bound him. Every time he tried to get her alone, though, some bothersome annoyance got in his way. The few times they had been together, briefly, he couldn't find anything intelligent at all to say, and the conversation played like a lazy game of Boggle. He couldn't bring himself to look into her deep azure eyes. Every time their gazes did meet, he would sheepishly shift his vision away, like a kid who knows full well he got into that cookie jar.
Today, though- This time... it went well. It actually worked. He didn't confess his great devotion or anything, but they found each other amusing, at least. He discovered that they both watched anime, and he was surprised to learn that she played actual videogames. Not Peggle Extreme! or Minesweeper, but the Halo series and oldschool Sonic 3 and stuff.
It was the best day in a Hellish school any kid could ask for. He casually latchkeyed his way through his fancy new glass and wood front door, and stepped into the kitchen/entranceway combo with a content sigh of uncontaminated satisfaction. The tranquil look on his face was wiped off as with a grungy rag at the sight of his mother, arms crossed, holding his latest report card in-between two frail fingers.
"What's this?" she demanded, unfolding her arms and dangling the math portion right in front of his crossed eyes.
"Um, an F..." he responded, backing off to a more comfortable reading distance.
She sat down at their varnished pine kitchen table with a disappointed sigh. Nick followed suit, taking a matching chair for himself. His mom went on, beginning what would hopefully not become an unnecessarily prolonged lecture. Fortunately, she saw reason. "Sorry. I don't mean to get so upset. It's just- arhh..." she groaned.
Nick had to admit that he wasn't exactly all that terrific at algebra. Hell, his Mandarin Chinese was an easier class for him. He had a good mother, but he honestly didn't know what kind of punishment or whatever he would get until he brought his score back up.
"You're not gonna to take away my PS3, are you?"
"Don't worry. I've found you a tutor. You can help pay with your allowance. You don't need discipline, you need help."
Nick had mixed feelings about this. He felt his ears droop. It wasn't the best thing that could have happened, but it was much better than not being able to powerlevel his characters on Disgaea 3. He got up.
"Your math tutor will be here tomorrow night, right after you get home from band practice, and again on Saturday. You know I won't be here to look after you on weeknights, so you show some respect, alright?"
He was quick to nod. His mother had a graveyard shift, working at some all night bar, and he had come to enjoy his relative freedom. Literally: freedom from his relatives.
That night, and all through school the next day, he was waiting. Watching, and waiting, for his impending doom. He had plenty of trouble at his much more typical school day, and he wasn't looking forward to his evening, having some crotchety man with a weekend internet degree in his room, taking up space he required for other purposes, lecturing him on how to make x = y, or whatever.
When he got home, yesterday's drizzle was getting to be a pretty nasty freezing cold rain storm. There was more thunder, and nearby flashes of lightning, as well. The frigid rain was pelting his hoodie, and he was sopping wet after even the short stroll from the curb to his door.
When he got indoors, shivering, he was hit by the sudden realization that there was no table set up in his room yet. He staunchly refused to study on one of the hard, wooden chairs in the kitchen, and the living room furniture was covered in carelessly packed boxes of mostly worthless junk and kitsch.
He went upstairs to his bedroom closet first, and took the very last of the clothes his mom had bothered to unpack, or find, as she insisted was the case: a black tee with the Pedobear on it, and loose flannel 'foxy boi' pajama pants. With any luck the tutor guy wouldn't have a single goddamn clue. Maybe he could bill his mom later for inconveniences caused? He felt pretty damn awkward, to say the very least.
He rushed back downstairs, nabbed his Japanese kotatsu from atop the two boxes on the end table on the sofa, climbed down, lugged it upstairs, and finally, just as he plugged the thing in, the doorbell rang.
"Time to go meet the guy, I guess."
2 -- His Tutor
He gently swung the door open, preparing himself for the worst by imagining the most disrespectful, annoying, cranky man his conscious mind could produce. The doorway opened, revealing his crush. "H-Hey, Kate!" he stammered. For some reason, it had never occurred to him that it might be a fellow student. Let alone a female of some description. He had simply imagined his mom thumbing though the stale yellow pages of her phonebook, a relic of the past in the internet age.
"Hi, Nick!" she replied, smiling. She stepped inside to the sound of a crack of thunder, a massive boom in the distance, and looked around, turquoise blue raincoat dripping. "Anywhere I can hang this?"
Nick indicated a nearby wooden, uncomfy chair. The sooner they got water stained, the sooner his mom might begin to consider buying new, hopefully less painful, ones. Back at the Walmart, where she had bought them, he had told his mom she was stingy, and that he did not welcome this purchase. She had retorted, with a snort, that the word he was looking for was 'frugal'. She had then proceeded to hassle the already frazzled sales clerk by attempting to haggle over the clearance items.
Underneath the raincoat she was wearing a pink tank and loose bluejeans. Her orange fur was lighter in color and thicker than his, more suited to the cold climate. Her cream tipped tail came out perfectly dry, protected by the waterproof vinyl of her coat.
He felt himself blush deeply behind his orange face fur. He was so glad it was there to keep his blush hidden. He was keenly aware of his flannel pants and their sexual innuendos, and odds were a sporting two-to-one she knew who the Pedobear was.
Kate, also, was deeply aware of his apparel. "I see you got yourself all dressed up!" she teased. She was really more amused than put off by his sense of delicacy, or rather, lack of it.
He backpedaled. "There was absolutely nothing else to wear! I swear!" he defended.
"It's okay, really." she said with a giggle. "Let's get started, shall we?"
He nodded, and led her up the stairs to his room. "So I'm alone with a girl in my room... The girl in my room! I'd better be careful..." he thought.
"Oh, straight to your bedroom? Don't you know you're not supposed to ask a girl to come to your bedroom on a first date?"
Nick stumbled in sudden horror, tripping on the third to last step, and was caught hurriedly by Kate, her paws on his chest, most awkwardly feeling his nipples. As soon as he was stable, she hurriedly let go and snapped her arms behind her back. "Sorry? I- I was just teasing you," she apologized, uncomfortably.
3 -- Math Time
Since it was such a cold, wet night, Kate had suggested some hot cocoa, and Nick was happy to oblige. Sharing a hot drink with his sweetheart on a cold night seemed like something he had been wanting to do ever since he hit puberty. He had brought some upstairs, and before long, Algebra I was getting a lot more fun.
The two were sitting, sipping, writing, as Kate explained the basics.
Nick lifted his pencil suddenly. "Whoops, I made a mistake."
"Eraser's over here, 'foxy boi'"
"Please, stop calling me that. I only wore these because there was nothing else."
"But you own them. Don't try to lie and say they were a gift from your mom. No mom I know would do that."
Nick was forced to admit this fact. He had bought them off the internet using his mom's card. He couldn't resist the panty-wearing fem dotting the dusty pink oh-so-soft material. He had no idea why. Maybe he was just quite the fetishist. "Where's the eraser again?" he asked distractedly.
He reached blindly for it, and instead knocked Kate's steaming mug over, spilling the piping hot contents on her chest, level with the surface of the heated kotatsu table.
She jumped up with a sharp scream, and without really thinking, ripped her stained cotton top off. She turned to Nick, eyes wide, and snapped, "What are you thinking? Clumsy!"
Then she looked down. And she saw her exposed breasts, and her nipples, erect in the cold air.
Her emotions incarnated themselves as a deafening crack of thunder followed by a terrible, rolling rumble, along with the ever-constant sound of falling rain.
She looked up, and saw Nick's bulging eyes. "Oh, no you don't, creep!" she breathed, her hushed voice barely audible against the dying thunder.
Nick averted his gaze, hurriedly. "I'm really, really sorry! I'm sorry! I'm sorry!"
She took a shaky, struggling sigh. She looked him sternly in his eyes. When he shrank back, she leaned closer, making sure he got the message. "Take off your pants, foxy boi."
"Wh- what?"
"Take 'em off!"
"But I'm not wearing any-"
" Do it!"
"Alright, alright. Fine. Jeez." Reluctantly, he pulled his 'foxy boi's down, and stepped out of them. His boxers all had pink pawpads or the like on them. For better or for worse, he wasn't wearing them. The only comfort here was that whether he had them on or not was a moot point, as embarrassments go.
Kate smiled, and she finally giggled, her shock and embarrassment easing. "You're small. Okay, fine. We're even. Put them back on, lend me a shirt, and let's never talk about this ever again. Especially not at school."
"My closet's empty. Don't you understand the meaning of the words 'this is all I have right now?'"
She tested his theory, and found it correct. "Boy, you were serious, weren't you?" She closed the closet door, musing. "You know what this means..." she said.
"You take the shirt I have on?" he suggested, hopefully.
"Hell no, you lousy 4-channer. I'm not wearing that pedophilic bear."
Nick gulped.
The rest of the math session was even more laid back. With Kate still topless, and Nick forced into remaining bottomless, math became much less of an annoyance. It almost turned into background noise, competing with the downpour of freezing rain just outside his window.
All good things must come to an end eventually, though. And admiring your topless crush is one of them.
"...That makes x equal twelve," Nick continued, sloppily circling a number on his scrap paper.
"That's right. Now just add it to the value you got for y and we're done with this one."
Nick's brain was melting. Math for an hour. Typical.
"Twelve plus seven equals..." he said aloud. "Twelve plus seven equals... Twelve plus seven equals... What am I supposed to be doing, again?"
She chuckled. "I think it's time to stop for the night."
"Finally," he said, with no real show of relief. He wished the session would continue for the rest of his life.
4 -- Ice Storm
Kate grabbed her drying shirt and got dressed. She wondered why she hadn't gotten around to putting it on again by now. It was only hot for half a minute, anyway. Nick took the cue to put his pants back on.
The two foxes climbed down the stairs, and made for the front door.
"I'll be back tomorrow, okay? Wednesdays, Fridays, and Saturdays," she said, donning her raincoat. She extended her paw and smiled. It was a warm gesture of 'okay, fine, so you saw my boobs, whatever. I've forgiven you'.
Nick shook it, and opened the door for her, the only gentlemanly thing he had actually managed to accomplish that night.
Outside... was pure Hell. It was absolutely dangerous. It was freezing cold, as shown by icicles just beginning to form on the door's archway, and an arsenal of deathly cold rain and sleet dropped as a barrage of icy knives from a pitch black sky. Just down the way, the power grid was offline, the normally well illuminated street rendered completely invisible.
Kate took a few steps back inside the (mostly) heated house. "Do you mind if I stay the night? I walked here... fifteen minute walk."
"No problem." Nick smiled. "Want to watch some TV while we still have power?"
Kate nodded. "Um..." she began, looking bashful. "This shirt is still damp, can I take it off again? I don't want to chafe or anything."
They sat together in Nick's room, lying together on the bed, practically cuddling. They had two glasses of Sprite, and a little wooden bowl of sourdough pretzels between them. Nick was being extra careful, though, not to brush against her nude breasts.
A quick check of the news revealed what they already knew: it simply wasn't safe outside. It had suddenly dropped to three degrees Fahrenheit, with fallen trees blocking all the useful roads, a house lit on fire due to a lightning strike nearby, a freak winter tornado watch due to this cold front... the usual. Basically all around chaos.
After Cirno News Network, as he called it, gave their chaos report, Nick got up, and put a DVD in his PS3. It went through the system startup, and he lay back down, bluetooth remote in hand.
"What's this, a movie?" she asked, no longer making any effort whatsoever to conceal her breasts.
His reply was a cryptic "You'll see."
The DVD got past the obligatory 'The FBI party van will come for you if you copy this laser disc' and the title of the children's cartoon The Adventures of Sonic the Hedgehog lit up the screen.
Kate jumped up, excitedly. "I loved this show when I was a kid! I haven't seen it in years!" Then she felt cold sprite soaking through her jeans, and looking down, saw the now empty glass perched sideways on her crotch.
"Fuu~ck," she groaned. "Um?"
"I won't tell anyone, I promise." He muted the obnoxious main menu loop to afford some peace while they sorted out this latest 'wardrobe malfunction'.
As she took her jeans off, already topless, she was slowly beginning to realize just how close she was allowing herself to become with a boy. She had lots of sleepovers with her friends before, especially when she was younger, but that was different. Those had been with other girls. She felt exposed and chilly, lying on a boy's bed wearing only cold, wet panties. She couldn't see the stain very clearly from her perspective, but she fancied they were now quite transparent where it mattered.
She knew she should probably get under the covers, but something was stopping her. This little situation was turning her on. She didn't know exactly why, but she was content to let things take their own course, rather than trying to be bashful. Foxy boi was kind of cute, and she found that she liked him. He wasn't the stuttering shifty character she thought he was when they first met all that time ago, last fall. She wondered to herself how she could have gotten that whacked out impression. If she hadn't had that chat with him yesterday, she would have been quick to decline the tutoring offer she received during her afternoon study hall.
What she might have missed, she thought, as she pulled her legs together in a new emergence of shyness.
Nick saw her shifting uncomfortably, and wondered why she didn't think of just diving under his bedspread. He figured she was reluctant to ask for some reason. "You could get in-between the sheets, if you want," he offered.
She thought fast. Anything to stay exposed. "I'm a little hot," she lied.
"Oh." Nick was easily fooled by this. He wasn't surprised, actually. He knew her variety had thicker fur than his. He still had a remedy for her, though.
Kate looked at him in shock as she saw him shuffling his form around. "What the fuck are you doing?" she asked.
"There," he said, tossing his pants over to her. "You can wear those if wearing your foxy boi's pants are any better than nothing."
She looked at him, and she felt a strong feeling of respect well up inside her. She wanted to say that they were just as bad as wearing the Pedobear shirt, but she felt she owed it to him to tell the truth. "Thanks, really. But... staying like this is kind of fun, in a weird sort of way."
"Really? Maybe I'll try it too, then." He took his flannel pants, and tossed them across the room to the far corner.
Kate's eyes widened. "I think I'm in love," she said, stunned.
Nick made his move. He rolled over on top of her, his light frame supported by his arms, muzzle to muzzle with the girl of his dreams. Rather than go straight for her lips, he opted to bring his neck up against hers, and whisper gently in her ear the words: "I love you, Kate. I've loved you ever since we met. I want to spend the rest of my life with you." He felt her murr against his throat.
She brought her head back, pushing against the pillow to get a better angle, then locked her lips with his, clicking their teeth together as they collided, both sharing their first real kisses with each other.
Nick could never remember feeling his heart race so fast. He felt what seemed like all the blood in his body rush to his face, as their tongues intertwined. They explored all around each other's mouths, testing what everything was like, feeling what it was like to kiss, what true love was.
It seemed to take hours, but eventually Nick pulled free with a noisy smack and a gasp for air. They were both panting, and ready for more.
Kate's panties were no longer moist with just Sprite. She peeled them off with none of her initial hesitation or modesty, and, after an hour and thirty minutes of partial nudity, she was finally fully uncovered for her lover to see.
Nick was not far behind. He had hastily stood up, taken off his shirt, and abruptly tossed it far over to his pants in the corner. He arched his lean body backwards, in case she wanted to admire his feminine build.
He sat down in front of her spread legs, and they sat for a minute, face-to-face, allowing each other to admire their opposing sexes. Each gender had its own beauty to behold: the growing rod, slowly leaving the warm safety of its sheath, the small flower, wet with dew, with its little stamen slowly growing erect.
Nick looked at her glistening pink skin, in between puffy, orange fur mounds. He gently brought his paw over, brushed her little pleasure nub, and worked his fingers around her labia, admiring her female beauty.
While he tended her, of course, she played with him. This was her first time mating, and it was also the closest she had ever been to a penis. Strangely, she went for his balls first. The idea of having such a sensitive organ outside the body had always seemed strange to her, and it was her first move to cup her hands around them, and see if they were really as loose and separate as sex-ed said they were. She saw his penis twitch of its own accord, and it finally drew her attention over to what would hopefully soon be deep inside her. It had grown so much from the math session. She called it small before, because she thought it was small. This thing no longer seemed all that small to her. She felt so hot, now, so desperate, that when his pink dick bounced again, in her very hands, she couldn't take any more foreplay.
She grabbed his shoulders, and forcefully pushed him over, onto his lean back. "I'm on top, foxy boi."
Nick was in no mood to disagree. "Yes! Please take good care of me!"
She got his legs flat, and watched his member bounce straight up in the air. She knelt over him, one knee to either side. She shuddered as a bounce of his prick rubbed up against her clit.
Putting her paw condescendingly under his chin, she looked him straight in the eye and asked, "Are you old enough to knot?"
"Yeah, of course..."
"Then be sure to do it properly. Don't back out, got it?"
He nodded weakly. He wanted to have sex with her, but he was not using a condom. He wasn't so sure he wanted to risk pregnancy. He trusted she knew best.
"Good." She lifted her body up, grasped his dick gingerly, shifted forward an inch or two, then lowered herself gently down, guiding him in with her hand.
As the very tip began to penetrate, he felt a drop of pre- run through his length, adding slightly to her own juices. He felt a feeling he had never felt before: touching genitals with a girl.
She slowly, agonizingly slowly, lowered herself, letting him push into her. It was beautiful! She felt her walls being pushed aside by his girth. She made a mental reminder to apologize for that crack about his size. He was so big and so good! She felt fuller and fuller, as she slowly stuffed herself, cramming her love's meat into her. She felt a sudden sharp pain, and squeaked. It hurt! She knew she was bleeding, and didn't bother to make things worse by seeing the damage of a ruptured hymen with her own eyes. She grit her teeth, fighting the pain, pushing as slowly and softly as she could... and then- she bottomed out. She looked him in the eyes, while they both thought about what they had just done with one another.
She lifted herself up again, cautiously, testing the waters. All that fullness left her, stroking her spot as it left. It stung her torn hymen a little, but she could live with it. This was going to be good.
She let go of her fears and slowly began to hump more regularly, more rhythmically. The pain began to leave her, as it was gradually overshadowed by pleasure. She shuddered as she felt it bounce up, hitting her G-spot again.
Nick's breathing was heavy, as his Goddess fucked him. She was a virgin, and she was so tight! Her weight forced him in, pushing against his meat, causing him to groan, and to buck his hips. She humped back, and his cock was pulled outwards by her gripping walls, aided by a bit of suction. It was the best thing he had ever felt.
And she was just getting started.
Her tension was growing, as she began to really get into it. She began to mount faster, pulling up and down, trying to milk every last bit of pleasure from the moment.
She got more and more pleasure, but she grew more desperate as well. She was growing weak from all this thrusting, and if she was to cum, she had only one choice.
She threw herself off of him, and spread her legs, revealing her sloppy hole. "Fuck me, bitch! Make me cum or you'll be sorry!"
Nick was in no mood to argue over dominance. If he hadn't mentally accepted this role long ago, he would never have been turned on by those flannels. He submissively obeyed, putting his cock back in and taking it upon himself to do the work for her.
He thrust, and thrust, harder and faster. It was much more difficult to cum than with masturbation for him. He had never expected real sex felt this good for this long.
They moaned together, and held each other, and both thrust their hips shakily and sporadically as they approached the limits of their endurance.
Kate could barely keep her eyes open. She was trying to thrust in rhythm, to help her little bitch out, but it was too much. Her hips were off on their own. She felt herself pushing forward and back, against his timing, and it wasn't under her control at all. She honestly hoped she could cum soon. She could never remember staying this near without sweet release for this long.
That's when she felt the knot. "Please! Tie me! Tie me, bitch! Pump my pussy full of your seed!"
It slowly expanded, growing inside her, and it grew, and grew, and...
Nick was about to collapse. He felt his orgasm closing in, and his knot swelled painfully. With the last ounce of his strength he forced himself into her womb, and pushed against her cervix.
He finally pushed through, just as his knot grew to the point of no-return. He tried to pull out for his thrust, but he was stuck. It was the best orgasm of his life; the knot forced his thrusts to remain short, and relatively unsatisfying, giving him a gorgeous, painfully long, slow release as each restricted thrust gave him so little room to work with, so little pleasure, yet so much tension. After the biggest struggle he had ever dealt with, he was finally able to get close enough to squirt huge, almost painfully slow, entirely enjoyable, globs of his semen directly into the girl's uterus.
As the knot expanded, Kate grew closer and closer. She finally felt his tip push past something deep inside her, and she knew what was about to happen. He had just tied with her. She felt a sharp tug of pain as the knot tried to leave, and then waves of pleasure as it pressed back in, forcing against her G-spot. It pushed back again, trying to escape from her prison, and as it tugged, it ground against her spot again.
Back and forth it went, she couldn't count how many hours those few moments seemed to take. Her legs shook. She couldn't escape this wonderful torment. That evil knob wouldn't leave her poor spot alone!
She felt herself tighten as her long since needed orgasm was finally approaching. Her pressure grew. She was so close...
She felt warm, gooey liquid pour into her, and the thought of what was occurring deep inside her gave her the release she had been needing all night. Her walls tried to squeeze against the knot, and the contractions gave her more pleasure still, his knot being forced against her control against all around her insides.
She squeezed again, feeling the seed shoot inside her, three times more, before it finally finished.
Nick finally stopped, dropping his limp torso onto hers. He had felt her squeezing him, she had felt his sperm; they both knew the other was sated.
This was a great feeling, satisfaction and comfort together after so much horniness.
The two foxes were tied together, joined together in a warm embrace, no way to be separated from each other. They were covered in each other's sweat, and other fluids, and smelled strongly of the love they just made.
Nick wrapped his arms around his mate, put his lips to hers, to try kissing again, that act of love he found so enjoyable.
With no warning, the lights went out. One second later, a terrific crack of thunder revealed the cause.
It was pitch black, without a single light in the city. Another flash of lightning, and for the briefest of moments, the dark silhouette of their still locked lips could be seen against the white-blue streak through the locked window behind them.
The rain outside came down, harder than ever.
It was so good to feel so safe, next to someone you care about, on such a terrible night.