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My Girlfriend's Roommate

Desirable

by StormKitty ([email protected])

This story and its characters are copyright © 2007 by StormKitty.

Jennifer murred and snuggled up closer to the wolverine, burying her muzzle in his chest fur and inhaling his scent. She put her arms around his broad shoulders. No words were necessary to express the comfort and security the genet felt whenever she was with Bradley. In response, he simply caressed her back with his paw, making a low contented rumble as he felt her body pressed against his. They were relaxing together as the often did watching television. A cooking show, of all things.

Brad finally broke the silence. "I'm going to miss you this weekend," he sighed. "I'm going to miss your kisses, and your snuggles..."

"I'll bet that's not all you'll miss," she taunted.

A slight twitch of the ear was the only indication he had heard her. "I'll miss your hugs," he continued as if she hadn't interrupted, "and I'll miss getting to watch your lovely tush."

"You'll still have Anita's lovely tush to watch," she teased. This was followed by a giggle when he didn't continue right away. "Too bad you can't come with me."

"I wish I could," he replied. "You think your aunts and your cousins will be ready for me soon?"

Jennifer sighed. "Hard to say," she replied thoughtfully.

He caressed her back gently once more. "Don't worry. When the time is right I'll get to terrorize them all," he said gently with a wry grin. "You know I can't skip out on my team. Plus I'm a little behind on studying and need to spend some time with the books."

"Well, I hope you guys win Saturday. I'll be thinking about you," she said, turning to nuzzle his neck. Her arms wrapped around his broad chest and he put his arms around her.

Brad was immensely grateful that his football team was something she accepted about him and was not even an issue to her. She understood his reasons for playing, for captaining a team, and that she fully accepted that was one of the reasons he loved her.

They heard the front door being unlocked, and seconds later the door opened and Anita entered. The fennec trudged in, muzzle pointing downward. She wasn't crying at the moment, but the dark and matted fur around her eyes beneath her glasses showed she had been. Jennifer glanced briefly at Brad, then back at Anita. "What's the matter, Anita? How'd it go with Stephen tonight?"

Anita simply returned her gaze wordlessly for a long moment, then let out a sigh and glanced downward, shaking her head. "Stephen and I broke up," she uttered.

At these words, Jennifer immediately stood and hurried over to give Anita a hug. "I'm sorry..." She held her friend and roommate for the better part of a minute before the genet spoke again. "I had a feeling you two weren't working out. Are you going to be okay."

Anita's tail dropped and she buried her face in the taller genet's shoulder. "I don't know," she replied. "I'm sure I will eventually."

When Anita let go, Jennifer held her at arm's length. "Do you need to talk? We can go back to your bedroom if you like."

Anita thoughtfully considered this. "I don't mind talking in front of Bradley," she said. "Yeah, sure... Don't know what I'll say. Probably just unload a lot."

Jennifer smiled. "That's what friends are for."

Brad spoke for the first time since Anita's arrival. "That's what we're here for."

Jennifer reclaimed her spot at Brad's side while Anita took the matching upholstered chair. The couple held their tongues, waiting for the fennec to speak first, which she finally did. "He seemed right for me for a while. At times I was sure I wouldn't find anyone better. But more and more I've gotten the feeling we're just not right for each other. And then tonight we talked, argued, and talked some more, and when we were done talking we had decided it was time to move on." Anita paused, then swallowed and gave up trying to hold back tears. "But it still hurts. God, it hurts!" The tears started flowing.

Brad thought about the times he had met the squirrel. Stephen had been good for some friendly banter on those occasions he'd been over, and sometimes they clicked well. Other times, he seemed like one of those guys who marches to a different drum and who is, frankly, hard to relate to.

Jennifer reached out for Anita's paw, and the fennec took and held it. They talked for a while. It was mostly Anita unloading and Jennifer listening and acknowledging. Brad didn't need to say much. Finally Anita had no more to say, and the two girls stood and hugged before Anita went to get a shower.

Later that night, Jennifer lay in bed with Brad's muzzle resting comfortably on the genet's ample breasts. The wolverine tried to relax himself, inhaling his girlfriend's scent and trying to quiet his mind for a decent night's sleep. He thought about the moment when Anita talked about being unattached after thinking so long of her and Stephen s a couple. The look on her face as she expressed her fear stuck in his mind.

Similar thoughts ran through Jennifer's mind. She had been close friends with the fennec since before they decided to room together, before she had met Brad. She stroked Brad on the back of his neck. "Brad, dear, I'm worried about Anita."

"I know. I am too."

"And I hate that I'm not going to be here for her this weekend." She let out a sigh. "The timing sucks. I hate taking off like this." Her words trailed off.

Brad shifted slightly. "I'll be around," he ventured. "I can keep her company if she needs someone."

Jennifer stroked him again. "Would you, please? I know you two hit it off well." Brad tensed slightly at this, but if Jennifer noticed at all he couldn't tell. "You're a good man, and if you can just be there for her, listen to her when she needs it, keep her company..."

Brad didn't relax completely. "I care about Anita too. I'll be glad to help her however she needs it," he said rather vaguely.

Her caresses were more gentle and comforting on his back now. "I know you would have anyway even if I hadn't asked you to. Just take good care of her."

Brad sighed and finally got his body to relax more, and she seemed to enjoy and appreciate it when he began rubbing his muzzle and one paw over her breasts. His thoughts were racing too - their conversation had been pretty open-ended, leaving room for a lot of possibilities, and he didn't think Jennifer was naive enough not to realize that.

"You've always taken good care of me when I needed it," she added moments later, her voice now a warm murr. "And I know you'll... Oh, Brad!" she gasped. He was now running his tongue over one nipple as his fingers had started to roll and squeeze the other. "Oh yes, you take very good care of me."

The wolverine hadn't intended for his feeble attempt to cover his reactions to lead to anything, but he was more than willing to go with the flow. In spite of himself, their conversation had caused him to develop a slight erection, and he didn't want to have to explain it to Jennifer in case she noticed. Now he'd be able to cover and put it to good use as well. At least he hoped so. He allowed his passion to rise a notch or two and moaned happily while his tongue traversed the valley between her luscious orbs. His body shifted onto the top of hers. As he was built quite large, she had to adjust to accommodate him, but they'd spent enough nights together that she was accustomed to his build. A murr escaped her throat just as his cock bumped against her leg. Encouraged by this, he let his member rub against her leg some more as his mouth found the other nipple and his other paw began pinching and rolling the first nipple, still slick with his saliva.

Jennifer was starting to squirm gently. "Mmmm, yes," she gasped. "Oh, Brad..."

He teased her like this for a couple more minutes, then slid up her body until his muzzle touched hers. "Jennifer, you are many things to me, and one of them is irresistible," he said. With that she reached down to squeeze his rear and prick it gently with her claws. He responded by shifting his hips until the head of his cock was at her entrance, wet and waiting. She spread her legs further and thrust against his movements until his cock tip was pressing between her folds. Once they had their position right, he opened his muzzle to give her a deep kiss. She responded by doing likewise, and wrapping her legs around him. Within seconds they both began thrusting in earnest. The kiss broke and he gazed into her eyes as his thick cock filled her over and over again. She gazed back, flexing and squeezing her cunt to pleasure him further.

Brad spent a couple of minutes pacing himself, slowing at times to prolong their coupling. She, not wanting it to end too quickly either, played along. The sounds of panting and a crescendo of moans came from both of them. Then finally, with a more intense look into each other's eyes, they both knew without speaking that it was time to give into their more feral desires. Letting go now, they both picked up their thrusting, harder, rougher, and moaning out their pleasure for each other. They quickly reached their peak together as he filled her with his seed. She kept going, milking his cock for all she was worth. Finally, they slowed down and eventually stopped, both of them breathless but feeling the glow of satisfaction, his body covering her, his cock still inside her until it softened and slipped out of her of its own accord.

In the bedroom next door, Anita lay trying to fall asleep as the events of the evening and the emotional pain of breaking up with Stephen played through her mind over and over. She couldn't hear the conversation Brad and Jen had about her, but she could hear their lovemaking. It wasn't the first time she had heard them make love, but it affected her more than usual this time. It had often felt to her like her roommates had something that eluded her, and now it seemed further out of reach than ever and she fought to keep herself from feeling jealous.

* * *

Brad had just finished helping Jennifer load everything she had packed for the weekend when Anita returned from her last class of the day. "Hi, Anita. How are you feeling," the genet asked.

Aside from having a little less spring in her step, the fennec didn't look much different than she would after any other day of classes. "Keeping busy," she replied as she headed back to her room to drop off her books.

"Hey Anita," Jennifer called.

"What?" she replied as she returned.

"I'm sorry I can't be here for you this weekend. You know I feel bad about taking off like this. But Brad is a good man and good to talk to."

"I'll be here all weekend," Brad chimed in. "I'll listen, I'll talk, I'll do the dishes..." A chuckle escaped him. "Seriously, if you need someone..."

Anita stopped in her tracks and looked between the two of them, speechless for the moment. Finally she gave Jennifer a hug. "Thank you, both of you. I'm sure will." She looked at Brad, a soft gentle smile on her features that lacked the flirtatiousness so often present. "Anything I should know? Any rules?"

Jennifer's eyes turned pensive, but the look gave way to a smile. "I'll try to call sometime tomorrow to see how things are going." Then she turned and winked at Brad as she started digging in her purse. She looked back at Anita with a smirk as she pulled a small package out and tossed it to her. "In case you need them," she said. "I'm on the pill now so they're just cluttering up my purse."

Anita caught the package and looked at it - a three-pack of condoms. "Oh, umm..." she stammered, and said nothing more as her eyes went a little wider and her ears blushed. So did Brad's. Anita finally composed herself. "What makes you think..."

"Well, it's up to you guys, of course," Jennifer offered, "but I know there's been some... electricity between you guys. I have a feeling it's more that, but it doesn't matter to me if it involves a few... benefits, as long as I know where I stand." She turned to Brad, placing a paw on his chest and looking into his eyes. "It's like I said, as long as you take good care of me when I need it, I'm not too concerned about what happens when I'm not around." She pulled the wolverine closer into a hug. "Just take good care of Anita while I'm gone, okay?" She leaned closer for a kiss.

Brad was blushing deeply as he pulled her into his hug. "Erm.., okay," he replied meekly before his muzzle opened.

They fell into a deep kiss that lasted for at least two minutes, during which Brad relaxed more and seemed to forget what he was so embarrassed about. When they finally parted, Jennifer looked into his eyes, smiling warmly. "Take care, Brad. I'll see you in a couple of days."

He walked her out to her car and they kissed again before she got in and started the engine. He waved to her as she drove off, and took a deep breath before returning to the apartment to find Anita sitting on the couch. They just looked at each other a little sheepishly. There was a long awkward pause before he broke the silence. "Well... Like Jen said, I'm here for you all weekend." He glanced at the packet of condoms which now lay on the coffee table. "I'm not going to assume too much," he stammered.

Anita sighed and shrugged. "I'll probably feel like talking later. Right now I think I'll go work on an assignment."

Brad was busy preparing dinner for both of them when she returned and started helping. She still lacked the usual spring in her step, and didn't seem quite as flirtatious as usual. Nevertheless she seemed more willing than usual to stand close to him, as if she drew comfort from it. He also noticed she had removed her bra, though she often did that anyway when she wasn't going out. He decided to wait until she was ready to say anything beyond small talk.

They were about halfway through eating when she finally did. "In some ways, Stephen and I were perfect for each other," she said almost out of the blue.

Brad nodded, remembering the times he had seen her with the squirrel. At one time they had indeed looked like a perfect couple. "There was a time..." he began, but his voice trailed off, uncertain how to continue.

She smiled wistfully. "We liked the same movies, a lot of the same music..." She paused for a breath. "We even agreed on most political issues." Her smile faded and the listless look she had worn earlier returned.

Brad gazed at her as he listened. "I see," was all he said in reply. Something he had learned from Jennifer is that at moments like this, women aren't looking for answers, they are just trying to vent their emotions, to say what's running through their minds, and what they need is to be listened to and acknowledged. Even so, it seemed fitting to toss out one observation. "You said 'In some ways...'"

The fennec sighed. "In other ways..." A long pause. "It just wasn't working."

The wolverine thought about whether or not to prompt her for more. As he studied her, he sensed she was preparing to say more and decided against trying to draw it out of her. The familiar spark in her eye, the feistiness in her personality, were still there, but more subdued than usual. He wondered what he could say or do to draw her out more, bring her back to her old self. When she didn't volunteer anything right away, he reverted to small talk. "Feel like watching something?" he asked.

Anita glanced at their movie collection, then answered quicker than he expected. "How about Moonstruck?"

"Sure," he answered. "I haven't watched that in a while."

Leaving their dinner dishes for later, they arranged themselves on the couch to watch the movie. It told the story of a woman who had a lukewarm relationship with the man she was engaged to, then met his brother and ended up having a torrid love affair with him. Brad occasionally looked over at Anita during the movie, and noticed that she seemed particularly engrossed during the parts when the woman and the brother were together. It was when one of those scenes ended that Anita began talking.

"I've been asked out by two different guys in the last month." She let out a sigh. "I wanted to say yes." Brad cocked an eyebrow and nodded while she continued. "When I mentioned it to Stephen later, it upset him that I might feel like wanting to go out with anyone else."

"And why did you want to?"

"Because... I don't know. I guess it was because it seemed like they might be... different. More passionate in a way that Stephen wasn't."

The wolverine studied her. "And it bothered him that other guys might have that kind of passion for you?"

"Something like that. No... More like, it bothered him that I might want that kind of attention from a guy. Or that the attention I was getting from him wasn't enough."

He gazed at her warmly. "If I may say so, it doesn't surprise me in the least that there are guys who could be passionate about you."

Her muzzle dropped slightly and she started to say something, but no words came. After a moment's hesitation, she simply shifted in her seat beside him, moving closer until her leg and her side were touching him. They watched the rest of the movie together.

By the end of the movie, Anita was clutching him and he had his arm around her. She had been laughing at the funny parts in the movie, but it left a few tears in her eyes too. Her mood was ambivalent when she spoke again. "Stephen often told me I was smart. He said he loved my go-get-'em attitude. And he told me I had a clever imagination. Said I had a lot of good ideas."

Brad nodded, sensing there was more. "But..."

The fennec rested her head more firmly against his side. "He hardly ever complimented me on my looks. When we first dated he would tell me how attractive I was, but after a while it was like he thought he didn't need to any more."

"I think you're very attractive," Brad observed.

She smiled at him gratefully. "Sex was okay," she continued, "but nothing to get excited about. I'd be satisfied, more or less, but I hardly ever saw fireworks." She looked up at him. "How is it with you and Jen?" When he flinched slightly at the question, she looked away. "I'm sorry. I guess that was a little too personal..."

"No, that's okay," he answered, stroking her reassuringly. "There are times when it's great - fireworks, as you put it. Other times we just let it be easy and relaxing. Sometimes it's just okay. I don't recall it's ever been bad."

"It has been with me and Stephen."

"I'm sorry to hear that," he sighed. "I suppose sooner or later Jen and I will have an off day, but you figure it's gonna happen now and then, and the next time it might be fireworks."

"Didn't happen for me," she uttered. "One of the reasons I hated turning down the other guys." She looked up at him. "I think it's also why I put on that little show for you the day you were hiding in my closet." She looked up at him with a smirk. "I couldn't do anything with most guys but, well... You have Jen so that makes you 'safe', so to speak. Safe to play a few games with and flirt with a little without worrying about whether you'll expect more."

"You must have been pretty confident it wouldn't come between us. Jen and I, I mean."

"In truth, I didn't think it through at the time, but I've watched you two, and I know you're very solid with each other and you're not going to leave her for me or anything like that..."

Brad was blushing a little and could feel himself starting to get aroused from the turn of the conversation. "Well, I have to say... I've been enjoying our little games. You're easy to look at, you know. Especially since you seem to like being looked at."

She pulled herself closer to him, and her smirk deepened. "You know what has been the best part about jilling in front of you?"

"What?"

"The first couple of times I was afraid to ask, afraid maybe you'd decided you shouldn't be doing that. I could even see a little hesitation in your eyes a couple of times, or maybe it was guilt. But... But you came and watched me anyway. At least once I accidentally asked when you were pretty immersed in studying, something I hadn't meant to do, and you still came and watched..."

"I needed a break."

"Yeah, right. The point is, you've never turned me down. It's like whatever you may be thinking, whatever you're doing, you can't resist me. You can't resist stopping what you're doing to come watch me." She slid herself onto his lap, her nose nearly touching his as she looked into his eyes. "And that, Bradley, is what I've enjoyed the most."

His ears were flushed deeply now. "I hadn't really thought about it, but... I guess that's true," he stammered. He also realized a couple of other things - her thigh was now pressing against his growing bulge, and his nose picked up the unmistakable scent of her arousal. He was feeling a little tense from the direction things were taking. He reminded himself that Jennifer had said whatever Anita wanted or needed from him was okay with her.

She rubbed her muzzle against the side of his, then slid downward until she was nuzzling his neck. "Bradley," she whispered, "can I stay in your bed tonight?"

"Of course," he replied almost automatically. He didn't want to seem too anxious, but hesitation would be a mistake too. "How soon will you be ready for bed?"

She sighed slowly, feeling a little tense herself. "I guess I'm ready now."

He wrapped his arms around her tighter, then stood and lifted her, adjusting his hold to carry the fennec, which wasn't difficult for a wolverine of his size and strength. He carried her carefully back to the bedroom, then set her gently on the side of the bed.

Anita quickly stripped off her pants and pulled her shirt off, leaving her in only her thong panties. For his part, Brad had noticed the moment he stood up to carry her how uncomfortable his pants were from trying to contain his erection, so he relieved himself of those, leaving him in his much less constraining boxers. They looked at each other for a moment, neither of them quite sure how to proceed. The fennec finally reached down and started rubbing herself.

Brad did likewise to himself, and a few seconds later, his eyes met hers. "Is this what you want?" he asked her.

Her hand slowed. "Erm... Yes, that. Or... more." She caught her breath. "What about you?"

His eyes were going back and forth between her face and the wet spot where her paw was busy. "It's your call."

"What do YOU want," her voice was sultry, if insistent.

He paused before answering. His nostrils twitched and he smiled. "To see if you taste as good as you smell."

She lay back and quickly stripped out of her panties, then spread her legs. Her paw found its way back down to her moist pink nether lips and she resumed sliding her fingers along them and up to her clit. Her paws was nudged aside a few seconds later by Brad's muzzle. At first he probed around a bit, getting his nose and lips wet with her nectar, but soon enough his tongue was busy between her folds. He was rewarded by her starting to squirm. Her aroma went to his head and further fueled his arousal as he brought her to greater heights, while her cunt produced a steady supply of her wetness to replace what he lapped up.

He would have kept going until she climaxed, but she tugged urgently on the back of his head. He paused to look up. "I'll bet you need some relief too," she said breathlessly, smiling. "Slide up here."

He licked off his muzzle and slid up, letting his face rub across her tummy and breasts as he did. Her breasts may be smaller than Jen's, he thought, but no less enticing. About the time he reached her neck and started to nibble, her paws were able to reach his boxers. She began to tug them off his tail and rear. "I wasn't finished with you," he murred.

"I haven't even started with you yet," she said, then her muzzle met his in a deep kiss as she tasted herself in his mouth. Their bodies undulated against each other as he reached down to finish getting his boxers off.

When the kiss ended, he looked at her. "We left the condoms in the living room."

She smiled at him. "That's okay, Bradley. I'm on the pill too." His arousal increased a notch and they kissed again, their hips squirming against each other. His cock nudged against her opening and he shifted a few times just to get the tip of it slick. This action seemed to fuel her need more, and by the time they broke the kiss her eyes were begging him for more, and her legs wrapped behind him.

He pushed into her about a fourth of the way, and she gasped loudly. He withdrew and pushed in further. On the third stroke, a deep groan escaped her, and on the fourth, his eyes closed blissfully as he answered in kind. A couple more strokes later he was all the way inside her, and they paused for a moment while his senses took in everything about her, absorbing the experience of taking her for the first time. They looked into each other's eyes again and he wondered if she was thinking about the same thing.

Her ankles tugged at the back of his thighs, and he started moving again, gradually harder with his thrusts. She squeezed and milked him as he kept shoving his thick member into her tight cunt. He had to work to keep some control at the rate she was urging him up, especially the way she was moving her hips. Anita was one hot vixen, full of need for him. The sounds she was making punctuated her movements as she enjoyed the ride he was giving her.

Brad finally relaxed his control, stopped trying so hard to hold back, and started fucking her with wild abandon. Sensing this, she relaxed more, smiling up at him. His groans of pleasure escalated as his orgasm built up while she continued to work her cunt muscles. He soon squeezed his eyes shut and went over the top, erupting in a powerful orgasm. He continued to thrust into her hard as he shot his seed into her.

He was still coming down from it when he opened his eyes and saw her watching his face intently, smiling. "That looked fantastic," she said.

Catching his breath, he smiled back. "It was. And you?"

Anita looked up thoughtfully, then gave him a smirk accompanied by a blissful eyeroll. "Mmmm, very good. Definitely fantastic..."

They kissed again, and Brad noted absently that she hadn't said whether she climaxed. She seemed pleased enough regardless, so he didn't ask.

Anita remained in his bed that night. The afterglow of their lovemaking soon gave way to drowsiness. She was lying beside him in his arms, and overtaken by the stress of all she had been dealing with, she soon fell asleep. He looked at her, studied her face, listened to her breathing, and stroked her gently. Though he was concerned for her, he smiled to think she might be on her way back to her old self.

* * *

Anita slept fitfully, Brad noted. They both got up at least once during the night to use the bathroom and went back to sleep, or tried to. A time finally came sometime after sunup when they caught each other's eyes and both knew they weren't going to get any more sleep.

"Sleep well?" the wolverine asked.

"Not bad, considering," the fennec replied. "Still got Stephen running through my mind."

Brad nodded. "I'm here if you want to talk some more."

Anita paused to gather her thoughts, then finally began. "Stephen was always very deliberate in what he did. He was cool and methodical. Whenever he did something, he planned and made up his mind first before he did it."

Brad pondered this. "That can be a good thing."

"Sometimes, but not all the time."

"Like when?"

Anita shrugged. "He was never spontaneous. I could never get him to just... let go. Go with his feelings. Do something on the spur of the moment."

"Ah, I see."

"Even when it came to romance."

"Oh, really?"

"Oh, he was pretty good at being romantic. Setting the mood, pushing all the right buttons..."

"A lot of girls would love that."

"I loved that, most of the time. Stephen's problem was that he couldn't NOT do it that way. He always had to go through a romantic ritual, had to do it the way he had worked out. I could never seem to convince him that sometimes I'm in the mood right then and can we please skip the preliminaries."

Brad's ears were perked. "Go on."

"There were times when I just wanted to scream, 'Screw romance! I'm horny!'. When I tried acting on that impression, being assertive and leading him, he played along and sometimes it worked, but just as often he seemed more put out than anything. And a couple of times lately it just flat out didn't work."

"Do you have any idea how many guys would love to have a girl like that?"

Anita's eyes dropped. "I guess Stephen wasn't one of them. Do YOU have any idea how it feels to a girl when she can't get the kind of reaction out of her guy that tells her he likes what she's doing?" She shook her head sadly. She stretched and squirmed a little bit, arching her back and not caring how good a view of her breasts she was giving Brad. She glanced down and caught him looking at her, but just smiled. "Some nights I've heard you and Jen letting yourselves go. I don't know if you thought you were being quieter than you were, or didn't care if I could hear you."

"Darn, I guess my secret's out," he quipped.

Anita laughed. "Not much of a secret from me. Anyhow, the next morning I'd see Jen walking a little funny when she came out to the kitchen. And I'd think, how come that never happens to me with Stephen, and I'd get a little jealous."

The wolverine was blushing again. "Well... Yeah, Jen and I... certainly get caught up in each other sometimes."

Anita smirked. "I'll say. I just wish someone would get caught up in me."

Brad smiled at her as he tried to think what to say to bolster her self-image. "I can easily see how a guy could get caught up in you."

She winked at him. "I think you have."

Brad nodded. "Yes, I suppose I have, if only for a moment at a time."

"Yeah..." She sidled closer to him in the bed and put an arm around him, her muzzle nearly touching his. "Tell me something, truthfully, honestly. In all the times you've looked at me, in all the times you've watched me, have you ever wished you could just say the heck with it, and come over and fuck my brains out?"

Brad smiled sheepishly. "Err... Yes, many times."

She gazed at him. "What if you gave in to that urge once in a while?"

His gaze turned a little more serious. "There are words for guys who just give into that urge. Cheaters and rapists. A guy with any maturity and self-control knows how to handle his urges."

Anita nodded. "True." She looked thoughtful for a moment. "What if I gave you permission to give into it?"

Brad's eye ridges went up. "What are you saying?"

Anita looked at him with some trepidation. "I've often fantasized about being shacked up with a guy who couldn't resist me. Who every time he looked at me and wanted me just came right over and took what he desired. Just had his way with me over and over."

Brad studied her. "Is that what you want from me?"

It was Anita's turn to blush a little as her breath caught, but she finally nodded, tentatively at first, then more assertively. "Yes, it is."

"Ooookay," Brad replied. "I think I could give up my self-control for a little while."

The fennec nodded to him. "Okay, for today then," she said. "And there's one rule."

"What?"

"Don't ask."

"What do you mean?"

"When you want me, just do it. Don't ask."

Brad nodded. "But what if you change your mind?"

Anita nodded. "If I really mean 'no', I'll make sure I'm very clear about it. If I just act a little surprised, maybe put up a little token resistance, you are allowed to be persistent."

Brad pondered this. "I guess I can handle that." He grinned at her. "You realize, I may lust after you a lot more often than you might think. Are you sure you can handle me?"

"I'm up for a challenge," she said with a wink. "Tell me, big boy, of all the things you've seen me wear, what has been the most irresistible?"

"Going all out, are you?" He grinned as he thought about the question. "Tight shorts, or a mini that doesn't do a good enough job of covering your tush. A tight shirt with no bra."

"What underwear?"

"A thong, or nothing."

"Anything else?

"Surprise me."

Anita nodded, smiling, and started to slide out of the bed.

Brad held her with his arm and pulled her back. "What?" she asked.

He answered by pulling her closer still until his erection was pressed against her thigh. "This conversation has gotten me into the mood, and I think I'm going to do something about it." Maybe a part of him was testing her to see how serious she was in her offer, he thought to himself.

"Oh?", she said looking back at him. "Bradley, what are you doing?"

He simply pushed her over onto her back, grinning at her as he crawled on top of her. Keeping her pinned, gently but firmly, he began to nibble on her neck and shoulder blade. She squirmed a little as if in protest, but with his much greater size and weight he had little difficulty keeping her in place as his muzzle explored its way downward and found her nipple. "Oh, my," she gasped as his tongue teased her nipple expertly, shifting over to give the other one some attention.

He used his lower body to force her legs further apart, then slid an exploratory hand down to see how her cunt was. "You really do want this, don't you?", he said after discovering how wet she was. Not waiting for a reply, he got himself into position so his cock could begin to plumb her depths.

Anita didn't move her legs much at first, and as a result Brad could only get partial penetration. She wasn't resisting him really, just not trying to seem to eager by helping him. But her desires overtook her soon enough, and she spread her legs wider so she could experience his full size. She also began thrusting back.

Brad, for his part, was simply doing what he felt, fucking her, taking his pleasure from her because it was what she said she wanted. And as he used her, acting upon his desires and simply enjoying the coupling, he was caught by surprise when she suddenly arched her back and cried out as she climaxed, her cunt spasming around his thick cock. That was all it took to push him over the edge a few seconds later.

When he looked down at her afterward, his cock still hard inside her, she had a pleased and slightly determined look in her eye. He knew then that this was going to be a fun and interesting day.

That impression was furthered when moments later, she dressed in one of her tight shirts and a short mini-skirt, much as he had described. The outfit left no doubt where she wanted his eyes and his thoughts to be, and ultimately his cock.

Out in the kitchen, she turned on the burner under the tea kettle. "What shall we have for breakfast?"

"Nothing too heavy," he replied. "My game is in a couple of hours and I don't want my stomach to be weighed down. How does cantaloupe sound?"

"I could go for that," she replied as she reached for a knife and a cutting board.

He retrieved the melon from the refrigerator and gave it to her as he got out plates and spoons. Then he paused long enough to watch her as she sliced it and cleaned out the insides. He couldn't resist watching her rear and tail sway as she sliced. Was she exaggerating the movement for his viewing pleasure? He wasn't sure.

"Why don't you play on the varsity team?" she asked him after they sat down at the table to eat.

"I probably could," he replied. "I wanted to when I first came here to college. Wanted it more than anything."

"What happened?"

"Well, let's see... I came here to get an engineering degree too," he began. "My first semester here I played on the freshman squad and carried a full class load at the same time. I barely survived that semester. A lot of the other guys were only carrying partial loads. Playing varsity would be even tougher, and very few if any varsity players carry a full class schedule. So I had to make a decision - which was more important to me, my engineering degree, or varsity football. I decided on the engineering degree."

She studied him. "I see. You had to give up your dream."

Brad nodded. "I have moments when I regret it, especially during football season. I'll watch our team play and wish I were out there playing instead of sitting in the stands watching, and try to convince myself I should have stayed with it. But most of the time I know I did what's better for me in the long run."

"And that's why you play intramurals?"

Brad nodded. "It's not exactly varsity, but it's serious football to the guys who play. Most of the guys in the league played varsity in high school. I have a couple of teammates who were in the same boat as me about choosing between varsity and getting a degree."

"And this football game today is one reason you didn't go with Jennifer to her family thing?"

He gestured vaguely. "Well, there were reasons from her end too, but yeah, that's one reason we didn't press the issue with her family. I'm the captain of my team and I wouldn't want to skip out on them. This is my fun, my compromise with myself. Jen knows all about me and football. She puts up with me every season when I'm having my moments."

They were finished with the melon so they cleaned up the dishes, including the ones left over from the previous evening. As they were finishing up and she was drying a pan, he sneaked up behind her, placing a paw on each hip. "Eh, what is it, Bradley?"

His paws started to roam. "I was watching you, and... started having thoughts."

Anita shifted. "Oh? What kind of thoughts?"

His paws were on the outside of her thighs now, below her mini and moving upward. "Give you three guesses."

She wiggled more as his fingers found the waistband of her panties. "We're in the kitchen."

"So?" His paws tugged downward until her thong panties were halfway down her thighs.

"You want to... here?" she asked.

"Why not?" His paws made their way back upward. They were roaming up her back now, encouraging her to keep her back to him. One paw withdrew from her briefly to liberate his cock from the shorts he had donned earlier. With both paws back on her, he gently urged her to lean forward. She took the hint and had her chest almost to the counter, and his paws found their way around to her sides and eventually to her breasts.

"Oh, Bradley," she exclaimed. His cock rubbed against her as it grew to its full size, and she rubbed backward against him. He could smell her growing arousal. She spread her legs as much as the panties around her thighs would allow, and when that wasn't as much as she liked, she arched her waist down and lifted her tail high to further present herself.

His fingers found her nipples as hard as pebbles, and toyed with them through her shirt. His paws left her breasts to hold her hips firmly for a few seconds while he positioned his own hips to slide his cock into her. A loud gasp escaped her as he made a few initial thrusts into her. Once he was most of the way in, his paws returned to her breasts as he leaned forward until his muzzle was near the back of her neck. "This is what you make me want to do to you," he said, half moaning as his cock pumped into her more, finally giving her his full length as his hips spooned her backside. Then he bit her shoulder gently and held it firmly as his thrusts continued.

Moans and gasps of pleasure were the only sounds Anita made for the next couple of minutes. Brad simply kept going, sometimes speeding up, sometimes slowing. He released her shoulder after several thrusts and would periodically bite down again on her neck or one of her large fennec ears. He gave her nipples firm pinches that were just short of painful. Having orgasmed in their encounter only a short time earlier, it wasn't difficult to keep moving inside her without cumming too soon. He simply enjoyed the fennec writhing in ecstasy beneath him.

Eventually Brad did build up to his climax, his panting escalating into groaning. He gave her shoulder another firm bite and that calmed her squirming somewhat, just as he was about to empty another load into her. His maw held her that way as he moaned through his climax.

His breathing slowed and he let go. "Fantastic," he sighed as his body let up some from her back and rear.

"Sorry if I squirmed too much," she murmured.

"I love the way you squirm," he murred into her ear. He placed his paws on her hips once again and stood up, letting his cock slide out of her. Then he reached down to slide her panties back up.

"You know, those are going to get soaked now," she said as she stood up and turned to face him. "I didn't get a chance to mop up."

He looked at her with a glimmer in his eye. "Why? Is that a problem?"

"I wouldn't go out like this. I suppose it's a turn-on for you?" It wasn't really a question.

He said nothing but his ears flushed and he grinned a little sheepishly, though she thought his look was a tad lecherous. He could recall more than one occasion when Anita had been home when he and Jen returned from an evening out, and a twitch of the fennec's nostrils made it obvious to her what their activities had included. The look she sometimes gave them on those occasions left the genet slightly embarrassed and him trying not to look smug. It must not have bothered Jen too much considering she was sometimes the one initiated those activities.

Anita obliged and kept the panties on. For the next hour until he left for the game, she continued to be as distracting to him as she could. Several times she unabashedly pointed her rear toward him and swished her tail to fan the scent in his direction. "You know what..." he remarked upon observing her behavior. "I doubt if I'll be up for another round until after the game."

"You can't blame a girl for trying," she said with a pout.

He smiled bigger. "But when I get back..."

As he was about to leave for the game, she stopped him at the door. "Here's a kiss for good luck," she said as she leaned up to give him one. "And something else." With that she slid the panties down and stepped out of them, then unzipped one of the side pockets of his gym bag and tucked them inside, zipping it back up. "I hope you win. See you when you get back."

* * *

It was well past lunchtime when Brad returned. "Hi, Bradley," said Anita in a cheerful voice. "How was the game?"

He looked over where she was reclined on the couch in her bathrobe. "We won," he said brightly. "It was close. We played a tough team today, but we came out on top." He slowed only slightly to get a better look at the fennec as he padded into the kitchen. "How about you? What'd you do while I was gone?"

"I was out for a bit. I had to do a couple of things at the computer lab, and got a little exercise in too."

Brad fixed himself a good-sized sandwich and joined Anita on the couch. As he sat, she rotated and placed her footpaws on his lap. The robe hung open enough to reveal that it was the only thing she had on besides her glasses. "I see you haven't put on any more panties," he noted before taking a bite of the sandwich.

She shifted her legs, spreading them more, and began caressing his thigh with her foot. "No, I don't suppose I have," she observed, looking quite amused to see where his eyes were drawn to. "Your fur is damp," she said as her footpaw trailed through his fur.

"I showered after the game," he replied. "You didn't think I'd come home all dirty and sweaty, did you?"

"You never have before," she answered.

"I appreciated your good luck token," he said with a smile. "My clean pair of boxer shorts were in the same pocket." She smirked at him. "When I opened it I had to stop and see if anyone was close enough to pick up your scent. I think my boxers absorbed some of it."

"Is that a problem?"

"I'd probably get teased about it at the very least. But not only that... A couple of my teammates know Jen and might have been able to tell it wasn't from her. It's something I would rather not have to explain."

The fennec gave him a bemused look. "Spoil sport."

He began to caress her leg lightly as her footpaw came ever closer to his growing bulge. They continued teasing each other in this manner while he got a few more bites of his sandwich. It was about half eaten when her footpaw first rubbed directly over his cock, at nearly the same time as his free paw found its way to her mound, caressing along her labia on one side.

He put the sandwich down on the coffee table, then lifted his rear to slide out of his shorts and his boxers, liberating his cock. He slid closer to her as one paw resumed exploring her nether regions while the other began caressing her breasts. Due to his shifting closer she had to bend her knee more to keep her footpaw caressing his cock, spreading her legs more and giving him easier access.

Their eyes met, both filled with lust, and he slipped a finger inside to discover that she was as aroused as he. Without further ado, he maneuvered her nearer leg behind his body and shifted closer to her, rotating his body in the process. Now nearly facing her, he slid himself further up until his body covered hers.

"Oh, my, you do seem quite anxious," she observed.

"I had plenty of time to think about it," he replied as he shifted his position to get his member positioned at her entrance. She spread her legs further, and he wasted no time sliding into her and was soon thrusting away. This time he allowed himself to give into a more feral lust, gradually becoming harder and rougher as he fucked her, though remaining attentive to her reactions as he did so. The look on her face and the sounds she made gave every indication that she loved the way he was taking her. This continued in parallel with his own gradual buildup toward his peak. It might have looked to an observer as if the well-built wolverine was abusing and raping the much smaller fennec if it wasn't so obvious how much she was enjoying it. Her peak coincided with his. The way her body spasmed gave him the impression the tension she released went beyond what had been building up during their loveplay.

When they finally stopped and calmed down, he looked down at her to see a satisfied and glowing face smiling back at him. "Stephen was always so gentle with me," she said.

"Was he really?" Brad replied, not sure why she had mentioned him all of a sudden.

"But that..." She let out a sigh of satisfaction. "It was like you couldn't control yourself. It was wonderful!"

He looked down at her sheepishly. "I just thought about how sexy you are, all the things I think about when I watch you play with yourself, and then it was like I couldn't stop myself."

She gave him a wry smirk. "In a way, I blame you for me not breaking up with Stephen sooner," she said with a wink. "My little games with you gave me a boost, gave me an outlet, made me hope he might come around." She inhaled deeply and let the breath out. "He didn't, of course."

"I'm sorry," he said, though he could tell she wasn't upset. "I'd hate to think I broke you up if it might have worked out. I hope this wasn't as bad."

"Don't apologize. You remember that dress you said you liked?"

"The black cocktail dress? I remember seeing you in it the night you two went to a formal. You were... stunning."

She smiled, and then her face drooped slightly. "You know what Stephen said? He said, 'That dress looks good on you.'"

Brad thought about it, and gave her a slightly puzzled look. "That sounds like a reasonable compliment."

Anita gave a snort of derision. "What would you have said?"

He thought a moment, suddenly aware it was one of those things a woman will ask you where there is a right and a wrong answer and it isn't obvious which is right. "Eh, I'd probably say something like, 'You look incredibly good in that dress'."

She smiled up at him. "A much better answer." When he still seemed a little puzzled, she continued. "Stephen's reply was saying that I made the dress look good. Your answer was that the dress made me look good. See the difference now?"

Brad nodded. "I hadn't thought about it that much. I only gave the answer that came naturally for me, but yes, I see what you mean."

Anita smiled at him. "To you and a lot of guys, these things just come natural without thinking too hard."

"I'm sure Stephen meant well with the things he said. Some guys have a little trouble in that area."

"I know. I got used to that about him a long time ago." She glanced away sadly. "It wasn't just that. I'm sure there are plenty of girls out there who would love his style of romance. It just wasn't right for me."

Brad hugged her tenderly.

* * *

The wolverine spent the next couple of hours in his bedroom studying. Having some class work of her own she did likewise so they didn't cross paths much. On one occasion when they were both out of their bedrooms at the same time she gave him a flirtatious wink and he responded by goosing her rear, but nothing more became of it.

Anita put her books away first and peeked in on him. Brad sensed her looking at him and looked up from his calculator, smiling gently to let her know the interruption was pleasant, but when he indicated he needed a little more time to finish the assignment he was working on, she left him alone and went out to the kitchen to start on dinner.

Twenty minutes later she interrupted again just as he was putting away his books. When he saw her his eyes went wide and his jaw dropped - Anita was wearing the same black cocktail dress she had mentioned earlier, with nothing else that he could tell except her glasses and a pair of spike heels. It accentuated her breasts and drew eyes to the valley between. Her upper back was exposed except for the thin straps over her shoulders, and the silky skirt ended in a frilled edge about mid-thigh. All in all, he thought, a perfect combination of concealing and revealing "Wow, you look..." Brad stopped, then chuckled. "You know, after our conversation earlier, anything I say is gonna sound fake."

"I understand," she replied with a giggle, carrying herself with an air of beauty and elegance as she stepped up to him. "The look you gave me when I first stepped in was better than anything you could have said."

He put his arms around her. "What did you start for dinner?"

She smiled up at him. "Just a frozen entree. It's got about 45 minutes to go in the oven."

"I'm thirsty," he said, panting slightly. "Can I get some water?"

After Brad had quenched his thirst he realized he could hardly take his eyes off her. Anita was in the living room standing behind the couch when Brad found himself beside her again. "I could try to find the words, to say something," he said wryly, "but in this case, I think the adage 'Actions speak louder than words' applies." With that he turned her to face the couch, bent her forward slightly, and lifted up the bottom of the dress, revealing that she was indeed wearing no panties.

Anita started panting. Her tail was waving, and whether she meant it to or not, it was fanning her scent. Brad pushed his shorts down a few inches to free his quickly growing member. "Oh Brad, do I really..?"

"Yes, you do!" he replied as his paws roamed over her rear and hips. He pushed on her back gently to bend her over further, then lifted her gently until her sex was at about the right height, which left her on tiptoes, even in her heels, with most of her weight on the back of the couch. "I was thinking I might be ready for you again after dinner, but when I saw you dressed like this..." He pressed the head of his cock against her snatch.

She gasped as she felt him pushing into her, then pushed back. "Should I have waited?"

He pushed deeper into her and let out a gasp. "That depends on what you wanted." He panted heavily for a couple more thrusts. "I'm just acting on my desires today."

She looked back at him with a smirk. "Yes, I know," she uttered. This was followed by a loud cry as his full length filled her seconds later.

They said no more as he continued to fuck her. He kept a firm grip on her hips as he shoved his cock into her over and over, and for the next couple of minutes the room was filled with the moans and cries of pleasure from both of them.

When they finished and his cock slipped out of her, he noticed the juices and fluids of their lovemaking all around her sex and inner thighs. "Hmm, guess we better clean you up. It would be a shame to make a mess of your dress."

She stood and turned around, letting the dress fall around her thighs. A she did, he stepped back on impulse so his dripping cock wouldn't rub against it. She giggled at him. "I'm not too worried. It washes."

Brad shrugged. "Don't blame me, then. Still, it looks nicer without cum spots on it, even if it's just for tonight."

The fennec winked at him. "In that case..." She squatted in front of him, gave his cock a couple of licks to get most of the excess fluids off, then pulled his shorts back up.

She was still wearing the dress as they shared the dinner. Anita was clearly enjoying the way she made herself hard not to look at, and had a spark in her eyes every time she caught Brad doing just that. When dinner was over and the dirty dishes had been dealt with, he took a seat on the couch.

Moments later, she sat on his lap. She leaned close and put her arms around him. "Earlier you said something about after dinner..."

The wolverine chuckled. "That was before we..."

She shushed him with a gentle kiss. "So, this is after." The kiss resumed.

He hugged her gently. The kiss ended and his eyes strayed down to her cleavage, then back up. After a long pause, he finally broke the silence. "You know, just because I can hardly keep my eyes off you doesn't have to mean I want to throw you down and screw your brains out." Anita's brow furrowed slightly, but Brad continued. "Sometimes it's enough just to keep looking at you. And there are few things better to look at you in than what you're wearing."

Anita smiled tentatively. "I guess I'll have to keep trying."

Brad shook his head. "Anita, you're trying too hard. You're most attractive when you're just being yourself." He smiled at her warmly. "That's all you need to do for me to want to do more than look at least once more before the evening's over."

She hugged him closer, a warmer if less sexually charged hug. "Thanks. I'll keep that in mind," she said.

The fennec got into a more comfortable position and they watched sitcoms over the next couple of hours. Anita purposely flashed him a few times, as much for amusement as to entice him, but for the most part stayed comfortable and acted natural. Brad found her attractive enough like that. Several times she caught him looking her over and admiring her when she hadn't been doing anything in particular to draw his attention.

When it came time to prepare for bed, Brad didn't ask whether she would be staying in his bed again that night since he was pretty sure she would. After brushing his teeth and returning from the restroom in his lounge pants, he found the sexy fennec waiting for him on his bed wearing only a green teddy that covered her midsection. It resembled a corset though it didn't cinch her midsection like a real one would, and had see-through half cups that left her aureoles partially uncovered. A matching G-string completed the outfit. "Hi, Bradley. I thought I'd change into something more comfortable to sleep in," she said.

The wolverine cracked a smile. "Something tells me you didn't put that on just for sleeping in."

Her head tilted as she gazed back at him. "Whatever do you mean? I've slept in this before."

Brad looked at her skeptically. "Do you remember what I said earlier about trying too hard?"

The fennec held his gaze. "You said to be myself." She smiled and had a slight twinkle in her eye. "I didn't put this on because I'm 'trying' anything. I put it on because when I looked in my drawer to pick out something to wear to bed, this is what fit my mood. It felt right."

The wolverine studied her, and smiled meekly. "I can see that now. I apologize for doubting you." His smile brightened as his eyes kept roaming over her. "And it fits you very well."

Anita giggled as she glanced over him. "Is that why you're pitching a tent."

Brad looked down at his lounge pants. "I was getting to that, but since you brought it up..." He paused. "...in more ways than one..." he added wryly. He slid down and stepped out of the lounge pants, revealing his erect member, then slipped onto the bed beside her. "I'm definitely up for the next round."

He climbed partway on top of her and she lay on her back to accommodate him. This time as the wolverine was having his way with her, he was taking his time and watching her reactions, enjoying the way her desire for him to do more became increasingly evident. He was nibbling at her neck as his paw teased her nipples, then slid further south, taking his time caressing her tummy on the way down to her mound. She was already squirming and panting by the time his paw finally slipped beneath the G-string to discover how wet she had become. Finally he murmured into her ear, "I'm ready now, and the only thing between you and me is that G-string." His paw kept busy beneath it.

She gave him a needful look. "Did you purposely leave it on until I was soaking wet?"

"Maybe," he replied. He was careful as he removed the G-string from her, but his desire for her was palpable nonetheless. He wetted his fingers from her sex, then rubbed it on his own member as he positioned himself between her spread legs. As soon as his member touched her nether lips and began sliding along them, her paws were on his rear to urge him inside her.

The well-built wolverine gazed down into the eyes of the fennec of slight figure as his thick member penetrated her yet again, filling her desire. And so it went for the next few minutes as they shared few words but made plenty of noise. After they both reached their peaks, they enjoyed the shared closeness of the afterglow as they settled into more comfortable positions for sleep, not even bothering to clean up the fluids their bodies had produced.

* * *

The morning found them in bed beside each other, sunlight spilling into the room, muzzles almost touching as they looked into each other's eyes. Anita extended her tongue to lick his lips. Brad tried to play tongue tag but she was quicker, withdrawing hers in time with a giggle, followed by a chuckle from him. Even as he was enjoying their moment of silliness, there was one question Brad had to know the answer to. "Tell me, Anita..."

"Hmm?"

"Is the game still on?"

The fennec reached down to feel herself around her sex, noting that the fluids of their final encounter the previous evening were now dried in her fur. Her fingers trailed over her sex and for an instant she winced, but she quickly recovered and smiled at him. "Let me think about it and I'll tell you in a little bit." With a contented murr, she slid closer to him, letting her head rest on his chest as she began to run her fingers through his chestfur.

The brief pained look on Anita's face had not escaped Brad's notice, so the wolverine responded by putting his arm around her and stroking her back down to her tail, which was as far as he could easily reach. He wasn't expecting much but he noticed how much she seemed to be nestling into his body, cozying up to him, almost melting into him - not as if she were overtly trying to seduce him or anything, but more like she was just happy for his company.

Anita continued running her paw through the fur on his chest, pausing to toy with his nipple on occasion. She turned her head slightly until her nose was buried in his fur, and inhaled deeply. Brad continued stroking her as far down as her tailbase. The fennec shifted a little now and then, her paw trailing lower to his tummy. Brad sensed that she wasn't just enjoying a lazy contented cuddle but was getting gradually worked up, and he realized it was having the same effect on him. Her paw wandered lower and eventually found his growing member, giving it a few light teasing strokes as if to show her approval of his body's response to her.

Feeling her caresses, Brad took in a breath. "Unngh..." he let out softly. Anita slid her body further up on top of him and met his muzzle with hers, giving him a deep kiss before he could say more. As their tongues played over each other, she settled her body on his until she was straddling him. His paw was able to reach her rear now and he caressed her there as well as the underside of her tail.

When the kiss broke he could feel her wetness touching his member, revealing that she too was getting very aroused. Their noses were still touching as she started to slide her slit back and forth along his length. Indeed she seemed to be rubbing her whole body along him as she did. She arched up a little to lick his nose just as her opening found the tip of his cock, and as she slid back down her cunt enveloped the head of his cock. The slight gasp that escaped him and the look on his face brought a smile to hers.

The wolverine began shifting tentatively and started to say something, but she put her paws on his shoulders and silenced him with another kiss as her hips kept moving up and down to take him deeper. By the time she ended the kiss she had his member all the way inside her, hips pressed to his. Her own pleasure was now much more evident in her face.

She held his gaze as her hips started to move again, and she didn't protest when he gave into his desire to move back against her. Though she wasn't moving hard or fast, she had a purposeful intensity in the way she rode him that he could feel through his paws in the way she moved her rear.

She made their pairing last a few minutes, lifting up a few times. The first time she did this and saw his gaze fixed on her breasts, she arched her back to thrust them toward him. He took the hint and bent his neck forward to take one of her perky nubs in his mouth, nibbling with just the end of his muzzle and extending his tongue to do laps around it. Her fucking slowed, unable to take him deeply while her chest was so far forward. He shifted to her other breast. Low moans escaped her throat as he kept up his ministrations.

She finally backed off, taking him fully inside her once again, and he lay his head back. She resumed riding him slowly and purposefully, squeezing his cock in her intimate embrace while her eyes were intent on his face. She was smiling gently, in control of her facial expressions as his face contorted in pleasure. Each time he was building toward his climax she slowed or stopped. She was bringing him closer each time, not letting him down as far when she slowed, teasing him as she prolonged their coupling. She drank in his sounds and the looks on his face as his desire, his desperation for release built up. Finally as he was getting close yet again, she kept going, bringing him to his peak at long last, smiling down at him as his hips bucked and he shot the load that she had worked to build up in him.

While his orgasm was still in it's final throes, she leaned close to his ear. "Thanks for yesterday," she said in a sultry whisper.

His heartbeat and breathing were returning to normal. "You're welcome," he replied in a low voice when he was finally able to respond.

When his cock began to soften, she lifted off of him and winced again, this time more noticeably. "I think I'm a little sore," she said. "I'd say the game is over." He nodded, and she looked back into his eyes again. "But oh, what a ride it's been," she added with a smile and a glimmer in her eye.

He nodded and smiled back.

* * *

"They had their moments," said Jennifer, looking rather nonplussed, "but most of them are ready to accept you. Some of my cousins complained I didn't have you there already, as if you were some kind of trophy boyfriend to show off."

Brad chuckled, "Yeah, right..."

The genet laughed with him. "They're a crazy bunch, but they're a good time." She looked up at him. "How did it go with Anita?"

Just then, the fennec emerged from her room on her way to the kitchen to get herself a drink. She looked up at the two of them. "Don't mind me," she said.

"It's okay," said Jen. "I was just telling him about the reunion."

Anita nodded, and headed back toward her room. Jennifer studied her, noting that she was smiling, almost glowing, and looking much more relaxed than when she had left two days previous. She also couldn't help noticing that Anita walked a little awkwardly and gingerly, her steps a little slower and shorter than was normal for her. Once she disappeared into her bedroom, Jen leaned closer to Brad. "I don't know what you did with her, but I think it worked. What did you do anyhow?"

Brad smiled. "She talked when she needed. I listened."

Jen looked back at him. "I think you did more than that."

He pondered the question for a moment. Finally he answered. "I made her feel desirable."

"You think that's it?"

"Well, from what she told me, Stephen didn't," he replied. "At least not like she needed."

"Hmmm, I guess not."

"She is, you know. Very much so."

Jennifer smiled at him. "You're good at making me feel desirable."

His ears flushed slightly. "You are," he replied. "Very much so."

She leaned closer to give his ear a nibble. "Mmm hmm. For the last two days I've been looking forward to you showing me again."

His eyebrows went up. "I might be a little sore too, you know."

"Sorry, bud. You're not going to get off that easily." She gave his ear a sensuous lick. "I know which one of us ends up sore after a good session of loving, and I'm not about to pass up the chance to see you walking funny for a change."