First Night Alone
First Night Alone
By: Ironklaw
They had not met that long ago. She was his best friend's cousin or some other type of relation, if his unusual buddy was to be believed. They sat together in relative silence on a dark blue reclining sofa, a movie playing unheeded on the television, the zany antics on screen going unnoticed while the muzzles of a fox and of a panda met softly again and again. They kissed almost feverishly, their lips meeting frequently, hanging around for a taste of the other before separating and resuming the whole dance over again. Now and then one or the other would get adventurous and the kiss would deepen slightly, a tongue flicking out across lips or meeting another while it played. It wasn't long before every kiss became so daring.
It wasn't their first evening together. It was however, their first evening without her cousin in tow. The last time they had been together had been the first as a couple. They had met several times before and then the two finally decided that perhaps there was a mutual attraction happening between them. It wasn't long before one or the other found an excuse to see each other again. Over their instant messages, he learned that she was 22. He was still at the tender age of 20... and still living with his mother.
They went out together with her cousin, him behind the wheel of the car that was driving them around. They had decided then that her cousin wasn't to know about their relationship. He'd have to figure it out for himself. This was made entertaining by the fact that he was incredibly dense. They had gone to a restaurant to meet up with some mutual friends. He paid for her dinner; something he couldn't afford to do, but something he did nonetheless. Though her cousin did not notice, her hand never left his the whole time they were together. When they parted ways that evening, he leaned forward towards the front passenger seat of the car and moved to hug her. She turned the hug into a kiss; a kiss like the one they were sharing in his basement living room.
He had met her at work that night, walking around the mall where she worked for a while, taking in the sights and generally meandering, talking and getting to know each other better. They walked through the furniture department at The Bay, sitting on the comfier beds and chairs, simply finding more ways to enjoy each other's company. After a time, the announcement rang that it was time to leave and they turned to the door which led them to the mall's bus station.
The monitor said 12 minutes until the bus came. 12 minutes doing what, though? He walked over to her and smiled sweetly, his tail waving about behind him slowly and wrapping around her leg when she got close enough. She smiled back, the black and white fur on her face becoming mesmerizing. Neither of them was big on public displays of affection, knowing that they didn't like to see people sucking each other's faces off in public. However, after looking around, they realized that they were the only people there. Their lips met for the second time, lingering longer this time. It was a fairly chaste kiss, the two not having reached that comfortable place in the relationship yet. Time passed quickly.
Getting back to his house, they found his mother busying herself putting together a shelf and seeming to have a bit of difficulty with it. She looked up at the two, sweating slightly and motioned to the fox.
"Ike. Would you mind lending me a hand, here? There's no way I'm going to be able to do this on my own." Ike nodded gently and padded over to the struggling 40-something vixen.
"Sure. No problem." He said, looking over at his date. "But before I do that, I may as well be polite." He motioned to the panda that was standing behind him slightly. "Mom, this is Sarah. Sarah, my mom, Francine." His mother smiled widely, looking like the joy was ready to rip itself out of her.
"It's a pleasure to meet you." His mother said. "I'd shake your hand but I've got my hands full. The faster Ike helps me out though, the faster I can say hello properly." She said, looking impatiently at her son. Ike got the hint and walked over, grabbing the screwdriver and locking the cams that were giving his mother problems.
"There y'are." He said, making the motion of wiping dust from his hands. Ike's mother wasted no time and went over to Sarah, hugging her tightly.
"H-hi!" Sarah said, taken slightly aback by the sudden hug. She quickly regained her stride. "Really nice to meet you." Ike's mother released her and she smiled a bit, looking nervous.
"So what do you two have planned for this evening, then?" Francine asked. Ike thought for a quick moment and then turned to Sarah.
"Movie?" he asked, looking at the empty shelf and then at an older shelf full of DVD's that were soon to be stacked on the new shelf. "I'm sure we've got something in here we both can enjoy." He said, browsing over the myriad of titles his movie buff mother had bought over the last little while. They both assumed that very little movie-watching would actually take place so they picked something simple. He reached towards the shelf and pulled out the DVD of "Dodgeball". It wasn't the most intellectually stimulating film, but then, they were looking for some neutral ground and, as it turned out, slapstick humour was it. A winning combination.
"Just make sure you keep the volume low. I'm going to bed in a few minutes." His mother told him. The two went to the basement and popped in the DVD.
That brought them to their current situation, lips pressed together, first on the sofa, then on the floor when he went to clean a skipping DVD. She had straddled him, lips pressed firmly together. Their tongues had met, slipping from each other's muzzle and dancing with the other. The movie was over before they knew it. They had anticipated this however and were prepared. He took out "Eurotrip", another simple, goofy movie they didn't need to pay much attention to. When the disc started playing, they crawled back up on the sofa, he was sitting lengthwise on it, and she was nestled between his legs, reclining with her head on his chest. He kissed the top of her head sweetly. She turned her head and they kissed again but this time there was a little more to it; a sense of urgency that was not there before. As she was reclining, her back was pressing against a firm bulge in his trousers. He got the impression that she noticed it.
He decided to become bolder, his hands drifting up to her stomach, the paw-pads feeling the smooth fabric of her shirt under their touch. He was rewarded with a contented sigh from her, her head turning to meet his in another deep kiss, each one more needful than the next. His hand slid up her tummy and just under the swell of her sizeable breasts. He broke the kiss and daringly nipped at her ear.
"May I?" he asked in a soft whisper, ever the gentleman. She hesitated a moment, her breathing a little unsteady and then nodded slowly.
"Yeah..." she said, in a breathy whisper. He leaned down a little and his lips found the nape of her neck, placing little licks and kisses just where her shoulder met her neck. He felt her shiver a little and took it as a good thing. His dark brown-furred hand found its way up, brushing over the fabric that covered the swell of her breasts. He continued teasing her neck while his paw explored her chest a bit better. A finger felt a bump under it while he explored. Her headlights are on. He thought, chuckling to himself at that. He rubbed over one of the protrusions softly, hearing her give a barely-audible 'mmm' at his actions. He decided it was time to step things up a little. His paw found its way down to the hem of her shirt, tugging it upwards slowly, exposing her slightly-round tummy to him while he did so. With a bit of her help, the shirt slid up and over her head, leaving her in a dainty, pink brassier.
"I'm kind-of embarrassed" Sarah said shyly once her torso was left shirtless.
"Why?" he asked, curious.
"Well... I mean... I'm kind-of overweight..." she said, her words trailing off. Ike kissed her cheek and rubbed her stomach gently.
"No you're not. Not at all." He said truthfully. "You have a bit of meat on your bones which, to me anyway, means you're healthy." He said, resting his russet head on her black shoulder. He noticed her turning slightly pink under the white fur of her face. "And that's precisely what I like in a femme." He leaned in and kissed her reassuringly. His paw wandered over the fabric of her bra, eliciting another soft noise from her. "And besides, if I found you unattractive, would I be doing this?" he queried, his hand drifting under the fabric and coming into direct contact with the soft fur of her breasts.
His paw wandered, feeling over the smooth fur and finally coming in direct contact with one of her apparently sensitive nipples. She let out a louder appreciative moan this time. He reached behind her and fumbled briefly with the clasp of her bra, releasing it and her soft, sizeable breasts to the cool air of the basement. She was blushing again, he could tell. "If you want me to stop," he said, slowly exploring her, "then just tell me. I'll stop right away." He said, trying to be as much of a gentleman as the situation would allow. She didn't say anything, only whimpered slightly and moaned as he played with her sensitive flesh.
He leaned down further and lifted one of the breasts slightly, flicking his tongue over the rigid, exposed nipple, feeling the strangely rough texture against the velvety smoothness of his canid tongue. He closed his lips around it, sucking on it gently and flicking his tongue rapidly across it. She gasped and let out a pleasured "nnmmmm..." as he teased her flesh. As he released the nipple, she pulled his face to hers firmly, kissing him deep and hard. He actually panted into the kiss, making a soft, pleasured noise himself. There was not denying the sheer eroticism this female was radiating. His hand dipped lower, going across her stomach, resting just above the waistline of her pants. He leaned in again, nipping and licking at her apparently sensitive ear.
"May I?" he asked again, his whisper quavering a little this time. She didn't think long this time and nodded.
Ike started out slow. His hand gently slid up and down her thigh, feeling the taut denim under his fingers and tracing the curves of her leg. They sat in silence, the movie playing unnoticed in the background. His hand slid up her thigh and moved over her crotch, pressing against the tight denim slightly, hearing her approving noises as he did so. He tried it again, his hand passing over the fabric. This time, he felt her push her hips up to meet the pressing, feeling the fabric give a little. His hand moved back to her waist.
Ike's paw moved to the button of Sarah's pants, his eyes searching her half-lidded ones for the go-ahead. She kissed him again suddenly, their lips and tongues meeting heatedly in the dim, TV-lit basement living room. He took that as a 'yes', his paw deftly undoing the button at her waist. His fingers then went to her small fly, pulling it down, allowing him to open the front of her pants.
He felt her lift her hips a little and understood that she wanted him to take down her pants. He did so as far as he could reach and she took over, pulling them down and laying them next to the couch on the hardwood floor. He admired her form, left only in her panties. He noticed that a bit of moisture had formed on the small, pink garments.
"Ike... just so you know..." she whispered, "It's... er... my time..." he said, haltingly, "...of the month..." she finished. Ike chuckled and kissed her cheek reassuringly.
"There's still plenty we can do even then." He said in a soft, soothing voice. His hand wandered again, this time rubbing over the soft fabric of her panties, feeling the spot of moisture. She moaned excitedly, panting halfway through as he hit a sensitive spot. He was pretty sure of which one that was. She let out a contented sigh, the panda relaxing against the fox while he pleased her. After a few more strokes which elicited several more soft sighs from Sarah's muzzle, he slowly dropped his hand into her panties, his paw sliding down over the soft fur above her prize and then onto it, tracing around the lips with two probing fingers.
"Careful..." she whispered, knowing full well what kind of mess would ensue should he probe too deep. He nodded and then slid his fingers up and across her clitoral hood. He could feel her button, slightly engorged, just below his fingers. He brought them to his face, her scent all over them. The fox took in the scent of the beauteous female sitting in front of him and then slowly and playfully licked his fingers, wetting them. Her eyes went wide when she figured out what it was he had planned. His fingers slipped smoothly back under the elastic of her underwear and tentatively rubbed her clitoris. A soft keening moan briefly overwhelmed the subdued volume of the film.
His fingers began to move in small, teasing circles, rubbing at the sensitive flesh of her button. She leaned back against him harder, her legs moving so that they were bent and spread for him. He looked down at the sweet panda between his legs and smiled at her, adoring that he could please her like that. He kept it up, changing the motion from time to time, feeling the now-slickened button slide smoothly under his digits while he teased and played with her sensitive femininity. She began to pant.
"Oh god..." she whispered while he worked. "Ike..."
"Yeah?" he whispered back, stroking a little harder this time. She gasped.
"Ah! So good..." She managed. Her hips started to move a little at that, his fingers being forced to press harder against her clit because, as he noticed now, she was rolling her hips slightly at each touch, pressing her clit into his teasing. He kissed her again and she whimpered loudly into his mouth while he did so. He noticed his almost painful erection but didn't really care whether or not it was tended to, gladly pleasing his newfound lady. She reached back and squeezed the lump in his trousers firmly.
"It's not huge, but it's what I've got." He said as she touched him. She giggled between moans and he smiled. "But don't worry about it. This is about you." He said softly as he worked on her harder, his fingers moving faster across the flesh of her clit. She began to buck her hips almost instinctively, his fingers teasing her harder and harder, sensing she was getting close and not wanting to stop her now.
Sarah began to moan rather loudly as her hips bucked hard, her orgasm just barely out of her reach. As if sensing it, she felt Ike lightly pinch her clitoris. That sent her over. She felt her body tingle and tense as she began to cry out in the throes of orgasm.
"Aah! Yea! Mmnn! YEEEAAAAHH!!" she cried out and suddenly, Ike found himself wishing he had been kissing her at the time. Well, if his mother woke up then she woke up. There was little he could do about it now. Sarah's hips were bucking wildly and she was thrashing her head back and forth, panting loudly and moaning in loud bursts. He smiled at her and slowly withdrew the sticky finger, watching her pant under hip and shiver as she came down from her orgasm.
"You alright?" he asked her, nodding down at her panties. She gave them a cursory look. Nothing there but the dampness of her sex.
"I'm good." She said, panting. "And so are you. Damn!" she said, panting.
"Would you believe that's only my second time doing that?" he asked, feeling proud of himself.
"What?" she asked, feeling genuinely curious.
"Well, I'm bi." He replied, smiling mischievously. "I've been in three relationships before this one. The first two were with guys, the third was a short-lived long-distance thing. I only met her in person once, which was the last time I did this." He said, blushing a bit. Sarah leaned back against him.
"Seriously? Wow..." she said, relaxing. "Because man... that felt soooo good." She said perkily. He nuzzled her neck softly and hugged her. He looked at the clock.
"1 o'clock..." he said. "It's too late for you to catch the bus home." He sighed. "Feel like spending the night?" he asked in a smooth, foxy manner.
"Sure." She said softly. "Should I sleep here?" she asked, wondering what his house's protocols on that sort of thing were.
"No no." he replied. "If you want to join me in bed, I'd be more than happy to have you." He said, licking her cheek. She stood up with him and together they shut off the film, the only light in the room, and walked hand-in-hand down the darkened hallway to his bedroom where they both drifted into a deep, contented sleep.