Those Bygone Dog-Star Days - Chapter 10 of 37
~ Chapter 10 ~
The park was dimly lit by tarry, yellow tungsten glows from squared black lampposts illuminating the jogging trail. Park hours were almost up as the sun dipped below the horizon. We didn't care, having the park to ourselves in minutes, feeling like kings of the twilight.
I lied out on the top of a picnic table by a small sand-bottom playground. Cade hopped off the swing he was standing on and walked over to the table, his mottled gray tail swinging slightly behind him.
"Move over," he stated, climbing onto the tabletop and shooing me off to one side with me playfully grumbling in protest. He placed his head against my shoulder and I unclasped my hands from behind my head to hold him closer. "No stars tonight," he said in disappointment.
"Too much city light," I shrugged, "Clear view at the cabin?"
"Oh yeah!" his eyes lit up, "We have a place on this small lake with a couple dozen other homes. We can sit in our backyard and watch the moon move over the lake. During the full moon it's surprisingly bright. I'll bring you with the next time we go." He smiled and kissed me, moving onto his side.
"It sounds awesome," I smiled and kissed him back.
With a devious grin he swung a leg around me and sat, straddling me, his nose inches from mine.
"Cade, it's still pretty early," I chuckled nervously as his warm aura pressed against me. I picked up sounds of people walking on the path and motioned him off of me. With a quick kiss, he got off me and sat with feet planted on one of the bench's seats. We sat silently as they passed, them taking as little notice of us as much as we were paying attention to them. I felt a little embarrassed and exposed. Luckily we seemed to have been largely ignored.
"Oooh," Cade shivered. His fur ruffling up his spine until it looked as though he had a mini-mohawk running down his neck. "Did you feel that? Cold breeze."
I shrugged, having not felt anything out of the ordinary, but hearing the wind through the trees. "Wind? Oh shit!"
We jumped off the bench and ran towards the park entrance as a million cold drops bombarded us. The night was muggy but there wasn't a wind. What I thought was just the wind blowing through the leaves was a portent of an imminent downpour. We, in our thin summer clothes, were caught without much protection.
Hopping from shelter to shelter until eventually we were so soaked it didn't matter, we made our way to a sheltered bus stop.
"So what now?" I asked, shaking the water off of me and reading an ad for the latest exhibit at the science museum.
"We're already wet, so does walking a little bit more matter?" Cade asked. I shrugged a, 'why not.'
The N209 bus was the second transfer and last bus we took with Cade paying for both our fares. It stopped in Hill Heights, a neighborhood northwest of the park and a decent-length drive from my apartment.
"Do you... LIVE here!?" I followed briskly behind Cade, still being soaked by the rain, being annoyed at being wet again after having been drying out on the buses for so long.
"Right up here," Cade rounded the block and jogged across the street. At least he seemed to be enjoying the rain. He approached one of the myriad of Victorian houses with a long front yard and driveway extending to the back of the house. The stepped walkway was, by nature, lined with trimmed bushes leading to a two-story brick house that would put my apartment space to shame. Hell, the worst dump-of-a-building in this neighborhood would look good compared to where I was living.
"My parents are sleeping... or are out," Cade unlocked the front door, "My older sister is definitely out. She'll probably not get back until later tomorrow."
I followed him inside with my eyes adjusting to the dark interior. Cade didn't flip on a light and I stood still with slight vertigo, "You have a sister?"
"Yeah, Becky. She's really nosy, though." He led me by hand upstairs where he flipped on a light to a bathroom and grabbed a couple of towels, "I'll give you the tour tomorrow but for now let's dry off, I'm getting cold." He chuckled.
We walked to the next room across the hall and entered his room. It was filled with everything I would expect, a computer desk in one corner with a laptop off to the side, a flat-screen television with a multitude of video games and dvds, a black futon, and an unmade queen-sized bed with drawers underneath. A couple of lamps and light stands stood unused in various places. Next to the bed stood a large bureau with a cluttered mess of mementos strewn haphazardly across the top of it. Clothes reached out from the dresser like a waterfall, ending in a pile on the floor. Posters, pictures, tapestries, and netting hung from the walls and ceiling.
"Here," Cade led me to the futon, pulling my damp shirt off. He took my towel and massaged my fur with it, seemingly to pay very close attention to completely dry each part of me. My hair stood out like I brushed my hair with grenades and he worked lower and quicker, rotating from my chest to my back and arms, kneading the muscles between the folds of the towel.
I grabbed his towel that lay across his lap, revealing a noticeable bulge. I looked up at him and smiled. I started to wipe him down as he did me, our hands running over each other's bodies.
I lifted my hips and he took off my shorts and underwear, the air cool against my privates and my musk, enhanced by the wetness of the rain, wafted upwards as I heard a barely audible intake of breath from Cade. I brought him up for a kiss and ran my hands through his drying fur, playing with his cheeks and behind his ears. I returned the favor and removed his tightened shorts.
He got up and turned off the room's lights except for a multi-headed, multi-colored lamp with a single lightbulb that slowly turned the room different hues. We made our way to his bed.
And we made love.