Priorities
This is a short piece written as sort of an experiment in stream of consciousness writing. Sort of.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story and all characters are copyright © 2012 K.M. Hirosaki.
Suddenly, the raccoon's tongue is in my mouth.
My first thought is, But I have so much homework to do.
That thought fades within seconds, but doesn't go away completely. It's still there as my tongue plays against his, as he growls assertively into my muzzle, as his paws begin to rub and stroke down along my back and sides.
He calls me a good fox. A smart fox. Says I shouldn't have to worry. I don't want to worry but part of me always does. Not about him in particular. Him I like, I suppose.
Then we're back to kissing. Then we get to the part where he peels my shirt off. His fingers rub through the fur of my chest, then my belly, then my chest again. Again he calls me a good fox. I tell him he's a flatterer and he says if I was planning on stopping him I'd've done it by now.
He's right. Of course he's right. Foxes are smart and clever but raccoons are just fucking devious. Or maybe I'm just horny.
Either way, a few minutes later, he's standing at the foot of the bed, tugging my pants off my legs, and in the back of my mind, a little louder than before but not as loud as at first, I think, I have so much homework to do.
No more homework gets done that night. Any ability I might have had to fend off his advances goes away the instant he's got his fingers around my dick and his muzzle locked with mine again. I moan and I squirm and he knows he has me because raccoons are just fucking devious. He's hard, too. I can feel it against my leg. Then he unzips his pants, pushes them off, and I can feel how hard he is against my fur.
After that we're fucking. We skip the part where either I put his dick in my mouth or he puts his dick in my mouth. My flailing arm manages to find the lube in my dresser drawer. I get a condom out, too. He doesn't complain. It's stupid enough that I'm blowing off homework for this (why am I still thinking about the goddamn homework?); I don't need it to be stupider.
Once he's inside me it's not like I can tell the difference anyway. I don't know if he can. I don't ask. I mostly just gasp and pant and sometimes squeak when he hits my prostate right. A couple of times I squeak even when he doesn't, because I want him to feel good. Pumping up his ego works. Making him think he's better at fucking makes him better at fucking. Win-win.
He comes first. He grunts and grips my hips harder and then stops thrusting and just grinds against me and that's good too. I'm leaking all over the fur of my belly. He compliments me on my smell. I wonder if he's just pumping up my ego, too, but he's already gotten off, so maybe he's just considerate.
After he pulls out he flips me over onto my stomach and then takes hold of my hips again and pulls them up so that I'm propped up on my knees. He reaches down underneath me, between my thighs, and grabs onto my dick again, which he'd mostly ignored while actually fucking me. It doesn't take me long to finish at this point, and it's honestly not because I feel pressed for time.
We cuddle in our afterglow--on top of the sheets, not underneath them. The raccoon lies there, his arms around me, no sound except his slow breathing and his heart pounding in his chest. I mentally try to calculate the impact on my grade if I just don't turn in this assignment at all.
I don't give explicit permission for him to stay the night but he winds up passing out on my bed and I don't try to wake him. Instead I get up and go to my desk and work on my assignment. Neither of us has washed up after having sex. My room smells like musk and fox and raccoon and jizz and lube. It's distracting. After forty-five minutes I've gotten fifteen minutes of work done and so I give up and go to bed.
The sound of the bathroom door slamming closed is what wakes me up. I lie there in a daze, starting to remember the night before. Then I hear the shower turn on and what few pieces I'd forgotten click back into place. I idly tease my morning wood for a minute or two before remembering the homework. I slip out of bed and go back to my desk to work on it some more, still unwashed.
A half hour later, the raccoon is gone and I've taken a half-assed shower and gotten dressed. I have my backpack slung over one shoulder as I walk to my first class. In my other hand I'm holding the energy bar that is my breakfast. Halfway across campus and I still haven't even finished it. I chew each bite slowly, too slowly, feeling how sticky and chewy and tacky it is in my mouth.
What would the raccoon have tasted like, I wonder?
Maybe I'll see him later at the dining hall, either for lunch or for dinner. Eventually. It doesn't matter right now.
I leave my first class (Chemistry) halfway through because I can't concentrate anyway and the second half of the lecture won't make sense when I didn't process the first half. My whole day is going to be fucked if I don't deal with this erection now and it'll be easier to do that in the middle of class and not between classes when a bunch of students are all in the bathroom at the same time.
Sticky whiteness clings to the black fur of my fingers. I stare at it for a good twenty or thirty seconds, just staring. It starts to get more runny, more watery, and I quickly tear off a bit of toilet paper to wipe my fingers clean before any of it drips down onto my pants or underwear. I flush. I wash my hands twice.
Second class (Semantics) comes and goes. I pay attention to most of it. Erection threatens to return towards the end, but I think that's just because I was thinking about it.
Afterwards is lunch. The raccoon is there, but so are some of our other friends, so we don't have to sit together. We don't, though I'm not sure either of us specifically planned it. We talk a little but don't let on that anything might be up. I have the convenient excuse of needing to work on this homework assignment and so I don't need to talk a lot anyway.
Is it weird that he came first? I wonder to myself as I'm leaving the dining hall and wave goodbye to him.
Third class (Astronomy) is on the exact opposite side of campus again. I take my time because there's not a big rush to get there. Once there I try to get at least a little more work done on this piece of homework but honestly the Astronomy lecture is way more interesting and I need good distractions instead of bad ones.
As we're leaving one of my classmates (this coyote girl) asks me if I'm okay. Says I was breathing kind of funny all through class. Then I remember that she's in my Chemistry class too and would have seen me leave halfway through and not come back. I tell her I'm fine. Was I really breathing weird?
There's almost twenty minutes between Astronomy and my fourth class (World History), which is the class I haven't finished this assignment for. It only takes ten minutes to walk to that building, which would give me another ten to finish some more of the homework, but instead I swing by the campus center and get a cup of coffee instead. Cream, no sugar. It's a hot day but whatever.
The TA collects our assignments on the way in, before we all sit down. No chance for last-minute touches. I finished like maybe a third of it. Assuming I did okay on what I did answer, that's still not a zero, and so I start trying to recalculate the worst probably impact on my course grade.
I hand the paper to the TA and he looks at me because he can see that it isn't finished. For the briefest of moments, even briefer than the moment I had between realizing the raccoon was going to kiss me before he actually did, I consider explaining that I just lost my virginity last night and it was to another guy and I'm still a little weirded out by it.
Instead I just offer him a small, apologetic smile, as if that explains everything, because it's college and sometimes we don't get shit done because we don't have our priorities straight.
Dinner is at the dining hall again because I'm kind of broke. The raccoon isn't there. I find my other friends and halfway through dinner one of them asks me why I'm being such a quiet fox. I say that it's just been a long day and boy does it ever feel like it was. And that's enough of an explanation to lay the questions to rest.
Outside the dining hall I take out my phone and call the raccoon. He asks me what's up and I say I was wondering what he was up to tonight. He explains that he's got a lot of homework to do.
I laugh at that. Of course he does.
I'm about to tell him that I'll just see him tomorrow or something then, but then he says that he could probably use a little distracting from his homework. If I wanted to swing by.
And I think about it. Honestly think about it. I have an exam tomorrow and I really should just go back to my room or to the library and study for it.
But it's for my Astronomy class and I know the material pretty well and I figure I can pull a halfway decent grade even if I don't study. And that shouldn't affect my overall grade for the semester that much.