Experiments in Sex
Jorge straightened his shirt out as he finished walking up the stairs to this unfamiliar door. He had been set up on a blind date with someone name Anette and he just was not sure what to expect. So far, it was interesting. Typically women took care of there lawns and gardens more that anything, but this house had vines growing up the sides of the house. Then there were some dead patches of grass scattered amongst the small yard.
Regretting this decision to come here to pick her up, the grey wolf sighed. He was not looking forward to another failed attempt at dating. He lifted his paw and rapped against he worn wood door and stepped back. After a few moments of no answer, he did it again, but rather than the answer coming from behind the door, it instead came from behind him.
"Sorry I'm late," a feminine voice said, "There was a three alarm fire downtown and wouldn up working over my shift by about an hour."
Jorge turned quickly. The woman whose voice it was coming from was a blonde collie. She did not look all that impressive in her work uniform that was covered in soot and ash, but his eyes lit up anyway. At least the date had not started with him being stood up.
"Oh, that is okay," he said, giving her a slight smile and stepping to the side of the porch as she walked up. "No one told me you were a firefighter."
She chuckled as she took out her key, "Yeah. Scares most people away. Wanna come in? It will only take me a bit to get ready."
"Certainly, I'm Jorge by the way," he said, following her inside. He stuck out a paw as she turned around to face him. Her paws did not move though.
"Anette," she said simply, "and I'll shake your paw later. No need to have both of us dirty."
With that, she turned away and walked up the stairs, leaving the poor wolf standing awkwardly in the hall. He rocked back and forth on his feet, head turning around and taking in as much of her place as he could. The water turned on upstairs, givingt he houses age as the water could be heard through the wall.
Jorge figured if he had been left down here by himself she wouldn't mind him walking around a bit. The house was really long and thin, if it wasn't for the various cabinets and shelves in the hall, perhaps two could fit through. Pictures of what could be assumed to be family hung about, a family picture was the largest though. It had four men, most likely three older brothers and her father, along with the collie and her mother. The brothers had clean cut look about them, while her and her father were a bit rougher, with pieces of fur that were clearly pulled out and singed off. They were the happiest in the photo though, glimmers in their eyes and large toothy grins. The others look worn down and exhausted.
The rest of her decorations were a good mix of firefighting apparel and memorabilia and pictures of mountains and rivers. It was rather nice to find a girl who both loved her job, but also knew how to get away from it. In the past, all his girlfriends had either loved their job to much and did not care for anything outside of that, or the polar opposite of not loving it at all and becoming clingy.
His ears twitched as the water turned off. He decided to move back to the entrance way, taking one last glance at the family picture.
She was certainly right about not taking long. Most women would take hours, but this one, got up and together in twenty-five minutes. He could hear her walking towards the stairs and he tried to be interested in something on the ceiling for the time being. As she hit the floor he brought his view downward, astounded by her change of appearance.
Anette's tail was now hanging freely, the plumage brushing lightly against the floor. She was wearing a pair of loose cotton pants that were dark blue along with a lighter blue tank top. All the smudges of dirt and soot were gone from her fur. She was not wearing any make-up, however, which was weird for a woman on a date. Jorge thought she was pretty none the less, his eyes lingering over her face. He was so used to seeing woman putting on make up to cover up impurities that with Anette, all he could focus on were her perfections. It was as if the lack of man made beauty just brought out the more natural beauty she had.
"So, what did you have in mind?" she asked with a smile. The wolf noticed some scars around her nose, but thought that they just added more to her character.
"I was thinking of grabbing a pizza, chatting about what we do. I mean, you know, just getting to know one another," he said, feeling a bit silly. In fact, originally he thought that he would meet up with the mystery girl and they would once again realize nothing was right and go their separate ways at a bar or club.
"Sounds fantastic! So glad you did not say a bar, it is so hard to talk in those places," she said with a smile.
She picked up a set of keys, but no bag Jorge noticed. He looked around quickly, making sure that she was not forgetting a purse or hand clutch, but didn't see anything remotely near those descriptions. There were a few gym bags that looked like they were filled with stuff, but those seemed more like heading out for a few days rather than coming back that evening.
"Anything else you need?" he asked, not wanting to be so brash as to ask her about something as common place as a purse for a female. She stopped and turned to him, keys clipped to the waist band of her pants.
"Phone," a tap of her paw to one pocket, "Wallet," a tap to another, " Keys," a small flick of the the shiny metal at her waist. "Nope, I do think I have everything."
Jorge was a bit amazed. No make up, little accessories, simple house. What was this woman exactly? His tail swayed with happy anticipation when she turned around and opened the front door. She stepped outside, Jorge quickly behind her. He started down the stairs a bit so that she could maneuver around the small stoop and shut the door to lock it. This would be a good date for a change, he thought as she fought with the door to lock.
"Got it," she said, clipping the keys back to her waist band and quickly turning to head down the stairs.
Jorge smiled up at her and held out his paw. He was surprised that she had taken it so freely and was happy that she was quite comfortable around him already. The two canines walked down the sidewalk, heading towards downtown. They took turns chatting about what they did day to day, how they made a living, what they did in free time.
The wolf was surprised at how easy the conversation went. She seemed to allow him to direct the conversation and he did not have any problems asking questions. Normally the wolf felt a bit more reserved, yet there was none of that here.
"Why are you so easy to speak with?" he said. She looked at him, wonder in her eyes.
"Not sure, but most people say that is the case. I just like to listen really," she said, her head tipping backwards and looking at the dark blue and orange tinged sky.
Jorge looked at her and thought how majestic her face looked with the dusk outlining it. She was confident, but still easy going. She was the type of woman who could rule the world if she really wanted to, yet she would never ask for more than owning herself and her home. A smile crept up to his face, a smile of pure respect and admiration. Not of her beauty, just of her complete comfort in the world around her.
"Well, it is nice for a change. Normally people don't know when to stop," he said. The both chuckled in agreement.
The pair turned the corner and Jorge opened the door to a small pizza parlor. It was not somewhere that would be considered romantic, but Anette had said it was one of the best in the neighborhood. They each got their slices of choice along with a small drink, moving to sit in a both against the window. In between bites, their conversation continued. This would typically be the part of a blind date where the involved parties sat and ate awkwardly in silence, yet here they were still chatting and learning about one another.
"So how many partners have you had in the past year?" Anette brought up in a very nonchalant manner, still munching on a piece of pizza.
Jorge looked a the collie in shock. No one had ever been that forward with such a question, not even his brothers! He pretended there was a bit of pizza sauce on his muzzle and got a napkin to dab it away as he tried to come up with an answer.
"Just be honest, I won't hold it against you or anything," she said with a shrug.
"Well, um, that is..."
"Yeah?"
Jorge mumbled something, making Anette lean forward. Even through the cotton shirt he could tell the valley that was created by modest cleavage. He averted his eyes away as she cocked her head to the side, trying to figure out what exactly he was talking about.
"I didn't quite catch that."
"...none." Jorge finally said, turning to look out the window.
He expected a stifled laugh or giggle from the collie, but instead just received a paw placed on his own. He moved his eyes to look at her, muzzle still pointing out the window. She had a sincere smile upon her face and a mischievous twinkle in her eye. He turned his head and looked at her as if expecting a snide comment to come, but it never did.
"What?" he asked.
"We will just have to fix that this evening," she said, lifting the slice of pizza to her mouth.
The wolf just looked at her. Had she really just been that forward? His paw tapped on the table out of nervousness, something he hadn't felt until now. What if he could not preform? What if he was worse then her other boyfriends? What if she never called him the next day?
"Don't worry to much. I have nothing to compare a man to," she said once she swallowed the piece of pizza.
"Huh?"
It was Anette's turn to look away bashfully. Was she saying she had never had sex? Or was she saying that none of her partners were very good? Jorge leaned in a bit to her, his elbows slipping up on to the table and paws holding the chin of his muzzle.
"That is to say," she said, "while I have interest in men, I have never had sex with one."
Her digits twirled one of her blonde locks of hair, making her ear twitch lightly as it slipped over the tip. Her eyes moved between the window outside and the wolf. She looked scared to him, something that Jorge was not expecting from the confident and brave woman from mere moments ago.
"So your a lesbian?" he asked, trying to get her to elaborate.
"Yes, well no, not quite. I'm bi-sexual, but have only ever been with other women," she said, adding air quotes around been.
"Well then, I suppose we shall have to change that," he said with a smirk.
Anette smiled back at him. She looked down at the food on the table, eat of them only getting through half of the slice so far. They had just been talking to much. She straightened herself out in front of the table again.
"After dinner though, right?" she said coyly.
Jorge laughed and nodded lifting the cup to his mouth. "Most certainly."
The two finished up dinner, not much chatting happening between them. Most of the talking was done with their eyes as each one roamed over the other, memorizing the bends in their necks, the corners of ears, the sparkle in their pupils. It was bound to be an interesting night for the both of them.
The walk home was awkwardly pleasant. Rather than just holding hands, Jorge had his paw wrapped around the collie's waist. Her own arm was against the small of his back. The proximity to another fur was something that neither had really had in a while. There was not to much in the realm of talking, but there was still conversation happening. Anette would guide his hand up and down her abdomen, secretly showing him the way to sensitive spots around her body. Jorge would lightly nuzzle her shoulder as they walked or squeezed her closer as another man(or woman really) walked by.
While his body language was protective and loving, his mind was turning over what would be his first time having sex in quite a while. His mind was flooded with what exactly he should do with a woman who seemed to have lots of intimate relations but not much with men. Were women really that different in the sack? Had she used a dildo before or had it all been with fingers? Would he accidentally hurt her or would she not feel anything at all?
Anette separated from him for a moment as she opened the gate leading up to her home. Jorge panicked suddenly, wondering if he should have said they could go to his house. What kind of man was he if he couldn't even invite her to his home? His paw pads became clammy as he thought of the disaster that was being created due to his lack of forethought.
"Come on in," the collie said with a big smile, "again."
Her light laugh put the grey wolf back at ease, his mind calming and the thoughts going away. As the door lock clicked, Jorge quickly pushed past her, deciding to be more gentlemanly by opening the door for her.
"After you," he said with his best sly smile.
"Why thank you," Anette replied with a mock curtsy.
She stepped through the doorway and waited for Jorge to shut the door. Then, she quickly turned to him, pinning him against he door and kissing him, her paw flipping the deadbolt on the door. His eyes widened at the action, but the astonishment soon subsided. His arms moved up and stroked hers, surprised at the well toned limbs that were under the thin shirt sleeves. The kiss seemed to last forever, but the wolf did not really mind. Her lips were softer than he expected, and he softly ran his tongue over them.
The collie let out a soft murr at the new sensation. Her arms moved to encircle his waist, pushing their way between his body and door. Jorge moaned against her lips as paws massaged the small of his back, just above his tail. His digits slipped under the hem of her shirt, enjoying the feeling of soft fur beneath his pads. It was a bit longer than his own fur, but so much fluffier than his own.
They broke the kiss and looked at one another. Lust filled their eyes like an unsatisfiable hunger. The two canines stood there for a moment, drinking in each other. Their breath was ragged from the intense kiss, but even while they regained it, they never left one another, arms still entangled.
Anette was the first to move again, her paws inching up under his shirt. She pushed the covering mid-way up his torso. Jorge shivered as his fur was ruffled, which made the collie giggle lightly. He smiled, happy that she felt so at ease despite the big change she was going through. He shifted his paws to tease the skin under her waistband, an action that earned him a light lick on the muzzle.
However, when she raised his shirt even higher, he stopped and allowed her to take it off and throw it to the side near the kitchen entrance. With his chest bare her paws roamed. Jorge moaned lightly and leaned back against the door, waiting for her to be done with her exploration before continuing his own. Her paws rested on his hips and her lips once again on his. He took the initiative and traveled under her shirt. His digits found her bra clasp and began to work at it. How women took these things on and off so easily still baffled him, but soon enough he was rewarded with one of the metal clips coming loose.
Her tongue eased into his mouth as he finished the last two clips in one motion. He could feel her body relax as the pressure was removed, and her breasts push against his own chest more. His sheath twitched to life at the feeling, telling him that this was completely right and exactly what he needed! No more just him and TV to get some release.
His paws swept to her sides, pushing the constraining clothing out of the way even farther. The straps fell down her shoulders, making ridges under her sleeves. His forearms pushed the hem up farther as he explored more of her top, digits latching onto the under wire of the bra and pushing it slowly up over her breasts. The collie gasped against him as he slid over her nipples, one time for the bra, another with his digits, and the third with her shirt.
His paws rested atop her breasts until she decided to finally move her arms for him to remove the piece of cloth. She separated from him just enough to let the shirt slip over her head before he dropped it behind her. He watched her face, particularly her eyes which were very soft right now. He reached up and stroked her muzzle from the tip on back and moved his paw into her golden trusses.
"Should we move from the hallway?" the collie asked him in a whisper.
"Might not be a bad idea."
Anette smiled and turned away from him. She took his paw in hers and led up to the stairs. Jorge studied her back, memorizing the subtle changes from her shoulder blades to the small of her back. The woman was so intricate that he was sure he could find something new each time he looked at her, each time he spoke with her, each time he embraced her.
"Watch your head," she instructed, pointing at the low ceiling as they ascended the stairs.
The wolf ducked with ease, following his soon to be lover's lead. Anette straightened back out as she reached the top. The collie released his paw and turned around to face him. Jorge looked up at her, having a perfect view of her supple breasts, flat stomach, and sharp face. The fur on her front was mostly white, but there were a few light brown patches here and there. The wolf continued up the stairs with his paws reached out. The tips of his digits brushed against her fur before stroking the skin underneath.
"Anette," he said as he stood back up straight, his nose touching hers.
His heart was beating extremely fast as he touched her. His breath began to grow shallow as he went up the last step and found his chest touched by her breasts. Paws instinctively moved from abdomen to hips. Not long after, his digits were exploring right under her waist band, nails teasing her skin. Anette murred as he worked her pants down farther.
"Whu-," the collie began as she felt her panties being removed as Jorge went to his knees.
As her sex was revealed his tongue teased her soft skin. He slipped his tongue between her lips and stroked her clit as his paws continued to push her pants farther down. He could feel her legs shake beneath his paws as he moved closer and closer to her entrance. His ears twitched as he heard a soft thump. Jorge's eyes looked up and saw her paw on the wall as if she was trying to keep herself steady. He retracted his muzzle from her sex and looked up at her.
"Sorry, was that too distracting?" he asked, licking himself.
"Well, it stopped us from getting to the bedroom," she said with a chuckle.
"Very true," he said with a smile as he moved to his feet.
Before he knew what happened, her tail brushed across his muzzle as she turned to go to the room. Now she was playing hard to get, it would seem, he thought to himself. He scrambled after her, afraid that the door would be closed on this opportunity.
Instead, though, what he got was even better. There she was, laying on the bed, fully nude and on her side. Jorge's eyes drifted over the collie's body, admiring each change of fur pattern and well defined curve. She patted the space next to her smiled.
"Take off your pants and join me," she said.
The wolf nodded and stripped down. He grabbed his wallet out of the back pocket and placed it on the nightstand next to the bed before climbing next to the collie. She stuck out a digit and swirled it around. Jorge blinked before finally understanding. Anette had not quite gotten enough of the oral sex yet.
He quickly shifted so his muzzle was at her crotch and his still soft cock was near hers. The collie wasted no time, fully surrounding what was emerged of him with her muzzle. Her tongue lapped at him gently. The wolf quickly hardened in her mouth and he couldn't believe that she had never been with a man before.
Her one leg was propped up which allowed him better access to her. He bent his neck forward and once again began to lick her. His tongue swirled around her button and she moaned around his cock. He switched each stroke from one side of her lips tot he other.
Her mouth slid over his knot just as it came out of his sheath and in return, the wolf jumped, his tongued entering her core. Anette never missed a beat, though, instead quickening her pace up and down his manhood. His tip would hit the back of her throat and he would murr against her entrance.
This continued for quite a few moments, neither of the canines satisfied with just these actions, but both enjoying it none the less. Jorge's paw stroked her side and she teased at his ball sack. Her walls clenched around his tongue and he withdrew from her snatch. She stopped her bobbing up and down, but did not removed her mouth. Instead, the collie's eyes just moved to look at him as he propped himself up on his elbow.
"Ready?" he asked, fingers still fondling her area.
"Yes," she said as she removed her mouth from him, cunt clenching once again.
Jorge sat up and reached to the night stand, grabbing his wallet and opening it. He pulled out a small, square foil and ripped it up. She blinked as she attempted to figure out what exactly he was doing. Crinkling filled the air as Jorge pulled out a round piece of plastic that shined in the little bit of light from the hallway.
"Gotta be safe, right?" he said, moving to put the condom on.
"Let me," she said, moving her paws around his length.
She carefully pulled the sheer latex over his cock. She watched amazed as it stretched and molded around him. She pulled a little harder down over his knot, making him pant as it hugged the bulge. Her digits continued down and stroked his sheath before they moved out to his thighs. He watched her shift and push him backwards.
With the wolf's back flush against the headboard, Anette straddled him, taking his length in her paw and guiding it to her entrance. He watched her face, noticing a bit of fear in her eyes as she eased down onto him. Jorge wrapped his arms around her, trying to comfort her and allow her to know that it would be okay. It had only been a few hours since they had met, but Jorge knew that he never wanted to see such a face on her again.
Anette winced as she forced his knot into her. The wolf made a motion to stop her, not wanting her to feel that such an action was necessary to make him happy. She smiled lightly once he was securely in her.
"It didn't hurt as much as I though it would," the collie said.
"That is good. I was worried there for a moment," he said.
"So next," she said as her paws were placed on the wall behind them, "I do this."
With a light thrust forward, both canines howled out. His knot popped out from around her entrance, dragging against her clit just right. His paws went from gently caressing and comforting her to gripping at her fur in need. Anette slid back down and quickly took in his knot once again.
"Right?" she asked in between pants.
"Exactly right," he responded, paws moving down to her ass. "Let me help you with that."
He quickly pulled her up and plunged her right back down, making her scream at the speed at which he went. He did it again and again, moaning out her name. Her screams turned to moans as his tongue lashed out and licked her nipples as they traveled past his muzzle.
"Do you want it faster?" he asked.
Anette shook her head no at him, "Harder."
Jorge obliged, reducing the speed at which he was lifting her and instead switched to bringing her down hard on him. His knot entering and exiting her made a soft plopping sound and the wolf knew that the harder he drove into her the louder the sound would become. As he brought her down against him, he would thrust up to meet her, his balls hitting her bum lightly.
"Damn! Yes!" she screamed out, nails digging into the wall underneath her paws.
Jorge kept up the force, but was not sure how much longer he could go. His cock was pulsing inside of her, ready to release its load. He whimpered as he failed at containing himself. The cum shot into the tip of the condom. Yet, even as he stopped moving her, she kept it up.
"Please Jorge!" she murred. "I'm so close."
"Keep going, Anette! It feels so good!"
So she did. Finding her own pace to go at, she slid up and down his length. She moved over and over again, slowly shifting to find just the right angle for him to enter her at. Her breathing became ragged and he could feel her skin warming up beneath his paws. The wolf tried to stay still under her, not wanting the collie to lose her tempo. His cock twitched with warning of another load, something that amazed him quite a bit.
"Jorge!" she moaned.
Her body shuddered and walls clenched around him. He was not done yet. The collie had gotten him riled up once again, his cock very hard inside of her. He flipped them both over, so that he was on top of her, and looked her in the eye.
"Done?" he asked.
"I don't think so," she responded.
"Good, neither am I," he said with a fast thrust.
Her paws clenched the blanket beneath them as his cock reached to her cervix. The knot split her snatch open, but it was still so tight around him. Now that she was extremely wet, it was easy to slip in and out of her.
He moaned her name into her ear. He held himself up with on paw and used the other to fondle her breast. Her back arched which gave him an even better angle to shove himself into her with. Her paws moved from the blanket to his shoulders and dug into. The fact that she seemed to be enjoying this so much made him smile.
He bent his head down and kissed her as he came once again. Her walls clenched again and he thought that she had perhaps orgasmed as well, but was unsure. He waited for her to break the kiss, but found himself stuck in that position as her eyes opened. She was absolutely stunning, he decided.
"Better?" he asked, feeling done himself.
"Much," she replied, pulling the wolf down to her.
"Going to give men more of a chance now?"
"Perhaps," she said coyly. He starred at her intently, waiting for the follow up. "There is at least one man who will get more of my attention.
Jorge smirked and took Anette into his arms, snuggling against her. They stayed awake and chatted for a while, planning a second date, which in the end they both decided would be a shower in the morning followed by breakfast.
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