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April 1959

Roy sat on his couch, bare feet up on his coffee table as he leaned back with his eyes closed. Stravinsky’s “Firebird” was on the stereo and nearing its rousing climax. He opened his eyes at an unexpected knocking on his apartment door and got up with a sigh. It was probably his neighbor with yet another complaint about the volume of his music. Surely, it wasn’t that loud.

He was already apologizing as he opened the door, “Don, I’m sorry, but… Oh!”

It was his favorite waitress from Marty’s Diner. “Hey, Willie. Who’s Don? Have you been dating someone without bringing him by the diner?”

“Sarah! What are you doing here at this time of night?” Roy stepped aside and motioned for the portly lynx to enter. He noticed that she was still wearing her uniform and she smelled faintly of fried fish. Roy crinkled up his nose. He sometimes wondered if he was the only bear in the world who couldn’t stand the taste of fish.

“Would you believe I locked myself out of my apartment and my landlord is away for the weekend?”

“I do believe it. Kitten, what am I going to do with you?” The big bear shook his head in amusement.

“You can start by offering to let me stay the night.”

It had been nearly two months since Roy and Sarah last slept together. It was about that time that Roy began dating Paul, a zebra who made a pass at him one day while shopping in The Thread Bear. Paul was nice enough and he was certainly more than adequate in bed. After five weeks, however, it became clear to both of them that their relationship just wasn’t clicking so the two parted amicably.

Sarah somehow picked up on the fact that Roy was involved and quietly slipped back into the role of waitress and friend instead of lover and companion. How she knew was beyond Roy’s ken. He simply chocked it up to some weird feminine, feline sense. Even after Paul had gone, Sarah discretely gave Roy the space and time he needed to reset his emotional state. Now she was back and seemed to know what he needed. She always did.

“How can I turn away a friend, especially when that friend is the prettiest lynx in Chicago?” Roy smiled.

“Willie, you must be thinking of some other lynx, some skinny young thing.”

Roy put his arms around Sarah’s ample waist and gave her a gentle bear hug, “Sarah, you know I think you’re just right. Just right.”

“There you go, making this girl blush. Not to change the subject, but do you mind if I take a bath? I’ve been on my feet all evening, I smell like the deep fryer, and my dogs are sore.”

“Dogs? I didn’t know you had a thing for canines,” Roy winked, “but yeah, make yourself at home. After you’re done I’ll rub those sore feet for you.”

“You don’t know how much I need that,” Sarah said as she made her way to the bedroom.

Roy moved to the kitchen and selected a bottle of pink Catawba and a pair of wine glasses. Returning with them to the living room, he placed them on the coffee table before turning his attention to the stereo. The “Firebird” had ended. Oh well, he’d put it on again tomorrow when he could really crank up the volume of the finale. In the meantime, he switched over to the radio and tuned in a station that was playing the swing music Sarah was most fond of.

Roy turned the volume down somewhere between “soft” and “barely audible”. He walked into the bedroom. From the adjoining bathroom, the sound of running water stopped, followed by a soft splash and a feline sigh. Roy could imagine Sarah’s body slipping into the water as he opened the closet door and selected one of his smaller shirts.

From the beginning, Sarah was very casual about nudity in Roy’s apartment. Roy wasn’t surprised to find that the bathroom door was open and the bear gave a perfunctory knock as he entered. Sarah kept a small stock of feminine supplies at Roy’s place and she had poured a dollop of bubble bath into the water, filling the bathroom with a light lilac scent.

“I brought you a shirt to put on when you’re done, and here’s a towel for you.” Roy opened the linen closet and selected a plush towel. He laid both items on the vanity and turned to regard the female in his tub. “Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?”

Sarah gave a nod, “Maybe once or twice. But you can never tell a girl enough. Wash my back for me?” She held out the bar of soap.

The bear knelt on the floor beside the tub and began to tenderly lather up his guest. Sarah purred loudly. After he completed the task, Sarah leaned back and sank into the water. Her nipples showed clearly through the white, wet fur which covered her breasts. Roy could feel an erection beginning to stir inside of his pants. He stood and said, “There you go. Come on out to the living room when you’re ready.”

Sarah made no effort to avert her eyes from the bulge in Roy’s trousers. “It looks like someone is ready right now,” she said, “but give me just a few more minutes.”

Roy returned to the living room and couldn’t help but smile as the radio began playing “In the Mood”.

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It was more than a few minutes, but at last Roy could hear the sound of water draining from the tub and Sarah humming to herself as she always did while drying herself off. He asked her about it once some years ago. She seemed almost embarrassed about it and explained that it was “just a silly child’s song” that her mother used to sing to her when Sarah was just a cub. Finally, the cat appeared wearing nothing but the shirt Roy had left with her.

Roy lifted the bottle from the coffee table and inquired, “Would you like a glass of wine?”

“You know I never refuse a glass.” Sarah sat on the end of the couch opposite Roy and swung around to sit sideways, facing him. “Who put the ‘cat’ in Catawba?”

“You did,” said Roy, laughing at an old joke they shared.

“I did!” Sarah pulled her feet up close to her body and as she did so, Roy caught a glimpse of the fine white fur between her legs. The bear poured and offered her a glass before pouring his own. Now he turned sideways himself, one foot on the couch, the other on the floor.

The lynx stretched her legs toward the bear and wiggled her toes. “You promised,” she reminded him gently.

“And a good bear always keeps his promises.” He sipped his wine and, with his free hand, began massaging Sarah’s footpaws.

The couple sipped their wine and made small talk about their respective work days. Eventually, Roy drained his last swallow and set his glass aside. He turned his full attention to Sarah’s feet and she was content to sit quietly and watch him work.

Roy learned of Sarah’s fondness for foot rubs early in their relationship. He never grew tired of exploring her digitigrade feet, so unlike his own. Now, he pressed his little finger into the space between each of her toes, first from the top side, then from underneath. He took each toe, one at a time between his fingers and pulled gently, stretching them, then squeezing playfully.

As Roy ministered to each of Sarah’s footpaws in turn, she stretched the other out to rub against his crotch. She flexed and wriggled her free toes against his maleness and she smiled whenever he humped back against her foot.

He made long, repeated strokes from footpads to heels, warming each of her feet with the palm of his hand. He circled each toepad and gently pressed each claw at its base extending all of them in turn. With his thick fingers curled over the tops of her feet, he pressed into the bottom of each with his thumb, massaging tiny circles between her pads. That last technique brought a chorus of happy purrs from the lynx.

Roy now moved his paws up Sarah’s legs. As he did so, he shifted to his knees and leaned over her. In anticipation, Sarah slid down, opening her thighs and allowing Roy’s shirt to ride up her body, fully exposing what he’d only briefly glimpsed earlier. Her feminine scent filling his nostrils, Roy followed his nose.

The feline’s labia were swelling with her growing excitement and tiny drops of moisture clung to the short velvety fur. Sarah could feel Roy’s hot breath as his muzzle drew closer to her body. She placed a hand on each of his cheeks to guide him but Roy needed no guidance. His nose led him on, her scent like a drug.

The bear reached out with his long, soft tongue and was rewarded with a taste sweeter than any honey. His tongue pressed forward between her soft lips, invading her passage. He began a rhythmic lapping as if he were dying of thirst.

Sarah lifted her legs to drape them over his muscular shoulders. Her entire body trembled each time Roy’s nose bumped against her clitoris as he continued to explore deep inside of her with his tongue. The wine, the foot massage, and now this incredible oral loving were driving her rapidly toward orgasm. Her toes curled and flexed, alternately extending then re-sheathing her claws.

Roy, a good and experienced lover, was aware of each of Sarah’s responses: her panting, the pressure of her heels on his back, the rocking of her hips, the sound of her moans. He knew she wouldn’t last much longer so he turned his attention to her clit, massaging it rapidly with the flat of his tongue. His paws slid beneath her, one on each side of her tail, supporting her hips.

With a loud moan, Sarah squeezed his head between her thighs and her body began to quake uncontrollably. She held him so tightly that Roy began to fear he wouldn’t be able to breathe again. He gradually slowed the pace of his own movements. Sarah relaxed the grip she had on him with her legs. She was making soft mewing sounds, like a lost kitten. Eventually, those subsided and she began stroking the thick fur on the top of his head. At last she was able to speak again. “Come here, Big Bear, and hold me a minute, will you?”

Roy scooted forward, kissing her belly, then over his shirt. At last, he reached her muzzle and planted a wet kiss on her mouth. When their lips parted, Sarah informed Roy, “That was super nice, but jeeze you smell like pussy!”

Roy chuckled at that, “Well, you are a cat, you know!”

“A very happy cat,” she sighed as she pulled him down into a tight embrace.

Roy nuzzled the space between her neck and shoulder. “Good,” he said softly, “because I love making you cum.”

“You always do.” The happy cat reached between their bodies and tugged at Roy’s belt. “Now let me make you a happy bear.”

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It was late in the morning when Roy opened his eyes. Even so, Sarah was still snoring softly in the bed beside him. The lynx lay on her side, only her legs under the covers. He watched and listened to her breathe, her beautiful rounded breasts moving slightly with each expansion of her chest. Roy longed to run his hands over them but there would be time enough for that when she woke. Sarah was especially amorous in the mornings. He knew she would insist on another round of adult playtime before heading over to Marty’s for their customary breakfast.

The bear slid carefully out of bed so as not to wake his lover. He padded quietly into the bathroom to relieve himself and wash some of the stickiness from his fur. If Sarah was tired from work last night, it didn’t show then. She’d had at least four orgasms, maybe five, and he came twice himself. It was going on 2 AM the last time he looked at the clock. She might be a bit overweight, but that cat had stamina!

Roy returned to the bed. In the short time that he was in the bathroom, Sarah had rolled to her other side, presenting her soft rump to him. Roy loved this view. His gaze traveled down her body, beginning with those adorable ear tufts, her longer soft hair falling across the back of her neck, the pleasing pattern of black spots decorating her back, her short tail tipped in black, the extra round curves of her buttocks, and the slightly longer fur on the backs of her legs which she playfully referred to as her “bloomers”. Her lower legs and feet, which received so much of his attention the previous night, remained under the sheet.

Roy scooted over carefully to spoon with his sleeping lover. He caught the sound of a brief, happy purr as his semi-hard penis nestled into the warm space under her tail. He put his arm over her and felt her snuggle back against his belly as he cupped her breast in his palm. Her hair still smelled faintly of shampoo from her bath the previous night. It was a comforting scent. Before he was even aware of what was happening, Roy fell back to sleep.

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Roy awoke with a jerk. Spasms of pleasure were rushing through his loins as his seed erupted from his penis. Sarah was kneeling between his legs, sucking and swallowing greedily from his ursine fountain. When the flow finally slowed to a trickle, she released his cock and gave it one last lick with her textured tongue. She nuzzled her way up his belly, over his chest, and finally planted a warm kiss on his mouth.

“Good morning, Willie. How was that for a wake-up call?”

“That was really amazing, and totally unexpected. But jeeze, you taste like jizz!”

“Just paying you back for last night.” Sarah laughed. “At least you don’t smell like pussy any more. Did you brush your teeth already?”

“Mm-hmm. I got up a while ago,” said Roy, glancing at the alarm clock. “I didn’t even realize I had fallen asleep again.”

“Well, part of you was still awake. You had some serious morning wood. There was no way I could ignore it.”

“I’m glad you didn’t. So, ready for breakfast?”

Sarah scowled and gave him a playful thump on his broad chest, “Roy William Carrara! I think you owe me a little something first!”

“But I already came,” the bear protested.

“That doesn’t mean you’re no good to me any more. I’m sure you’ll think of someth… OH, GOD! YES! Do that again…”