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It was a cool night in September and a soft breeze blew through the streets of Luna city. Sitting in my favorite bar, Beasties, I slowly turned my glass around in my paws. At night the place was some sort of rave club but early evenings it was just a regular bar with pool tables set up on the dance floor. Anyways I was just replaying the last few months in my head trying to make sense of the mess I had gotten myself in. Who am I you ask? I'm the narrator, so if you want me to tell you the story, shut the fuck up and listen.

Better... now as I was saying, the mess I had gotten myself in. It started about two months ago when my roommate left for a new job on the other side of the country. A big pharmaceutical company or some shit hired him right out of his undergraduate, lucky bastard. Anyways here I was with this sweet pad, and now I had to pay rent by myself... So I did what any poor fur would do and started looking for his replacement. Little did I know that what I would find would be way beyond my expectations.

My pad in Luna was great but modest, just south of the main strip. It was the second floor of a colonial with two bedrooms, decent living room and kitchen, a full bath, off-street parking, and a porch overlooking a small park. The rent was a tad high but I didn't want to move because of the easy commute downtown, so I put an ad on Furslist. A lot of replies I discounted because they were smokers or just sounded way too weird. To be honest, I was about to give up and start packin' when I saw Sarah's response. I had never considered a female roommate before, but I wasn't opposed to it either.

A few email's back and forth and I set up a time for her to come and see the place. She was prompt and I opened the door to see a tall, beautiful mink. I'm six-two and she came right up to my chin. She had shoulder length wavy hair a shade darker than her coat, a trim figure, and a great smile.

She said her last roommate was getting married and her and her fiancé were taking over their apartment. Tough shit right? Anyways it turned out Sarah worked as a nurse down at Luna Memorial Hospital and my location would be an easy commute.

So I showed her around, collected a couple references and then told her I'd let her know before the week was out with a decision. A few calls confirmed all her references were all positive, so I called her up and told her I'd be looking forward to her as my new roomie. Next day she showed up, signed the lease and picked up her keys saying she would be back Sunday with her stuff.

Now I do admit I had some misgivings sharing an apartment with a girl. I had always had guy roommates in the past. My biggest concern is that it might be awkward with visitors. What if I brought a girl home? Slim chance of that with my recent dating history, but still the point remained. Or what if she brought guys home? But after thinking about it, I really didn't give a shit as long as they kept the noise down.

Fast-forward and Sarah moved in the first weekend in May. She didn't have much to bring. Her old roomie and her fiancé, a pair of otters, carted in a twin bed, beat up dresser, one bean bag chair, boxes of books, and clothes. They got her settled and left. Then as I sat in the den with a beer Sarah spent the rest of the day unpacking. I offered to help but she said she had it and well it was the weekend after all and I was feeling like vegging to the game on the television.

I remember the sun had just sat beyond the horizon as Sarah finally finished unpacking. I offered to get some pizza and more beer and she readily accepted. Later as we sat in the living room we began to fill each other in on backgrounds. I told her I was a writer for the paper and she looked dubious. So I had to explain over the next half hour that newspapers still existed and it was a regular job with a paycheck. It's all editorials and reviews, nothing very interesting. She's an ER nurse and said she had strange hours. She might work four days in a row then be of the next three, it really depended on who was on call.

We spent the rest of the evening late into the night talking. She was surprisingly easy to talk to and not unpleasant on the eyes at all. Still at the time, I hoped I could adjust to having a beautiful woman living in my apartment.

Over the course of the next few weeks we settled into a simple routine. I was usually up and out by 7:00 and Sarah was either gone already or home from a late shift and asleep with her door closed. So we didn't see too much of each other. On our mutual days off we usually had dinner together in the apartment and over time started becoming good friends.

Though it did turn out living with a woman took some adjustments. Before, I was pretty much a boxers or less kinda house cat. Often I wouldn't wear anything to go to the shower, or I wouldn't hesitate to shake in the bathroom, and I never... never wore clothes to bed. Now, I started wearing shorts and a t-shirt everywhere and being discreet about closing the bathroom door and other things so as not to seem like a jerk.

Right around that time the weather also started turning warm, and the only bad thing about the apartment was no air conditioning. So we tried to keep cool with a couple of box fans, open windows, and no excess clothing.

I would often stretch out on the couch with one of the fans pointed at my head and I couldn't help but admire Sarah's figure as she lounged in a chair across the room. In running shorts, her favorite bottom, her long legs were nothing short of awesome. She favored tank tops that outlined nice but not large breasts and showed a flat and tight tummy with a long patch of fur lighter than the rest of her coat. Her ass was phenomenal in her shorts, jeans or almost anything she wore. I mean almost perfect figure eight when she walked, you know what I mean.

In the afternoons we both had off we enjoyed running and would often take a three mile run in the evenings. One night it was particularly hot and humid and we returned drenched. I said she could take her shower first and after mine we could hit an air conditioned neighborhood bar.

I had just finished a tall glass of water and was headed to my room, when Sarah came out of the bath. She held a towel in front of her and we collided in front of the bathroom door. I apologized profusely and she turned to head into her room gripping her towel. Her back was completely exposed and her still wet tail swished from side to side. I couldn't help myself as I looked right at her ass and blurt out, "Damnn..."

She looked over her shoulder said, "Oops. Sorry." As she dashed into her room and closed the door. I didn't know if I should have followed her and apologized but after a moment I went into the bath and stripped off my wet running clothes. It was a bit of a struggle to get my shorts over my erection that popped up the second I saw that perfect ass darting away from me.

Now I love women and don't have any particular fetish about any one part. All parts appeal to me. But, Sarah does have the best ass I had ever seen. Now, seeing it naked and moving, it literally took my breath away. It was tight, round and luscious. Her running off to her room didn't help either; running prey always brings out the inner predator in me. So after fighting my urges for a moment I gave in and my hand eventually strayed to the rod sticking out and, after a few minutes of attention, brought the release I needed.

After I got my panting under control I dried, brushed my fur, and got dressed. Sarah was already waiting and we walked the few blocks to the bar in silence. The cool interior was a relief as were the tall local brews we had brought over to our table.

While we sat at we paid little attention to the Dragon's game on the tube, but mostly drank, ate bar peanuts, and didn't talk. That was unusual for us, because we talked to each other all the time.

Finally I broke the ice, "Sarah, I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...well, I mean, I didn't expect to see your...what I'm trying to say is I didn't see anything, honest."

Sarah had a great smile that lit up her entire face, and she turned it on full blast. "Blake, you said 'Damn'. So it's pretty easy to imagine you at least saw my ass."

"Sorry, Sarah. I was just surprised. I couldn't help it!"

"Yeah," she answered as she sipped her beer. "You know I've been thinking about this sort of thing and have come to the understanding that living with the opposite sex roomie has its challenges."

"Challenges?" I asked my ears perking with curiosity.

She nodded and said, "Let me ask you something and promise to answer honestly. Before I was here, what did you wear around the apartment?"

"Boxers," I said and then a smile spread across my muzzle as I added, "or less..."

"Exactly," Sarah said."Now you're wearing shorts or pants all the time. Now, me, I am sort of a let it all hang out girl. My old roommate was a nurse too and we worked a lot of the same shifts. We'd get home feeling really grubby from being around sick people all the time. So, as soon as we would get in the door we would start stripping."

Right around this part I choked on the beer I was drinking and Sarah laughed as she continued, "We'd throw our stuff in a big hamper and walk around bare-assed drinking wine or beer until we each had our showers. Most days, it was just bikini bottoms around the house--at the most. When her fiancé moved in, we discussed it and said we weren't going to alter our habits. I can guarantee you he never complained." The last bit she offered with a grin.

I didn't know where this conversation was going and having just embarrassed myself again I did what most guys do, kept my mouth shut and drank more beer.

"So," Sarah continued, "as I said I've been thinking about it. I think I have an idea that will help."

"What?" I asked.

"Tell you when we get home," she said and ordered us two more drinks with a mischievous look in her eyes.

At least this conversation broke the ice and we started chatting normally. We ended up splitting a burger and fries at the bar and had two more beers. Four was typically my limit so I was a little tipsy as we left.

When we finally arrived back in the apartment, Sarah excused herself to go pee. I plopped down on the couch and switched on the Dragon's game highlights on when she came back in.

"So, do you want to hear my idea?"

"Sure."

"I say we just get it over with and then we can relax."

"Get what over with?"

"Being afraid one of us is going to see the other person naked or be seen partially naked or whatever. Or worse, imagining what the other person looks like naked. We need to get rid of the big curiosity factor."

"Sarah, I haven't been trying to spy on you if that's what you mean."

"No, I'm not saying that, Blake. But, let's be honest. I see you looking at me sometimes when I have that old tank top and my nipples are poking out. Hey, I'm not pissed, but just saying that's natural. I'm a girl, you're a guy and we get curious."

My ears folded back," Sarah, I'm really embarrassed. I don't want you to think I'm like mentally undressing you all the time. Ok, I will admit that one tank top is provocative, but I didn't think I was that obvious."

Sarah laughed and her laugh was one of the sweetest sounds I ever heard. "You weren't that obvious, but a big panther like you... I knew you were looking. And, true confessions, I was flattered. Besides, after the first time, I could've chosen not to wear that again. So, I guess I was being a bit of a tease."

She continued, "So we can agree there is some curiosity and that each of us has had to adapt to living with the opposite sex. I think it's stupid, so let's get it over with."

I still could not wrap my brain around what she was saying. "Sarah, I don't want to appear stupid, but what are you talking about?"

Again the brilliant smile hit me full force, "What I'm talking about, Blake, is that right now, right here in our living room, we strip off. We get bare furred naked and let the other person see it all. No more secrets, no more sneak peeks. Let it all hang out and then we can get back to living the way we want."

"So, you're saying we undress in front of each other?"

"Blake, that's exactly what I'm saying. So, stand up and let's do it."

I felt as if I were moving in a dream, but I stood. Facing each other, I pulled my polo shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. Sarah removed her t-shirt exposing a sports bra. She then dropped her shorts to reveal a pair of matching pink bikini bottoms. I undid my belt, praying that I would not get a hard-on and embarrass myself to death, and let my pants drop.

Sarah looked at my boxers that were decorated with Dragon's logos and just shook her head giving me that look that only women can do.

"What, their my favorite football team! Headed for the playoffs this year.."

In a fluid motion she pulled her bra over her head and without hesitation bent and tugged her panties to the floor, kicking them free with her foot. I stared at the magnificent naked body in front of me. Her fur had a silky smooth shine and her tail slowly swayed behind her. I had always noticed lighter fur on her stomach and under her chin, but now without her clothes I could see they accented her groin and breasts perfectly.

I was brought back to reality with a pronounced, "Ahem" from Sarah.

Stupid me had zoned out and I still had my boxers on. So I slowly slid them off and straightened to face her. She did not hesitate to look me up and down, spending some time on my crotch. She motioned with her finger and I turned my back to her, swaying my tail in a long arch to show it off.

"Damnn," she exclaimed. We both burst out laughing at her imitation of me. I turned back to face her. She raised her hand and we high-fived.

I once again took in her body. Now that I could see all of her, her breasts were on the small side, but stood out proudly from her chest. Her tummy was flat and tight and even under her fur the presence of lean muscle was obvious. She had a belly button ring that made her navel stand out. Her pussy she had slightly trimmed at the sides and the top but the rest was a wondrous jungle of tufts and curls.

She watched me looking and then turned to give me a full view of the fantastic ass I glimpsed just a few hours ago. I now saw each cheek had a delicate dimple. Her back and legs were muscled and I'll be damned but I could not find a single hair out of place.

I was using every ounce of willpower to keep my dick from getting hard.

"So, there," she said. "We've each seen it all."

"What now," I asked? "What are the rules?"

Sarah smiled and said, "Simple. No rules. If either of us doesn't want to wear clothes, then we don't. If we do, we do. No hassle, no pressure, and best of all, no wondering. Deal?"

It didn't take me long to figure that the deal would mean I probably would be looking at one of the best bodies I had ever seen and so said "Deal."

Sarah extended her hand and we shook.

"Now, I'm going to bed. I've got to be in early. 'Night, Blake."

"'Night, Sarah."

As I lay in my bed trying to get to sleep, I kept replaying the scene of her stripping and the view of her naked body. My dick rose to the occasion this time and my hand helped relieve the tension it was carrying for the second time that night.

Over the next three days Sarah and I rarely saw one another. I had two late meetings and went to a Dragon's away game with some buddies. The next time I saw her was Saturday morning.

I woke around 8:00 and had to pee. I started to pull on my boxers and then thought, maybe I don't need them. Then, I thought maybe Sarah had second thoughts or really didn't want me to actually walk around the apartment swinging in the breeze. I covered my bets by picking up my boxers off the floor and holding them in my paw as I went to the door. I figured I could just hold them in front of me if I ran into Sarah and she seemed shocked.

I opened my bedroom door and noticed Sarah's door across the living room was open. But a quick glimpse at the bathroom, and the coast seemed clear so I headed to the bathroom and heard her call out, "'Morning."

I turned to see her walking my way with a mug of coffee in one hand and the Globe, my paper, in the other. She wore tiny blue bikinis and nothing else.

I slid my boxers in front of me and said good morning and motioned to the bathroom.

She nodded and raised an eyebrow, a half smirk on her muzzle, "What's with the boxers?"

"Uh, I, well, I was just carrying them in case, you know, that maybe being naked wasn't..."

"Blake, I thought we covered that. Go balls out all the time. It's cool. I don't mind. Hell, it's nice to see a feline strut about. And, in case you are wondering, I think you have a good dick and great ass. Very good, actually. Ok? So, chill."

A toothy grin crossed my muzzle and I tossed the boxers back into my room. From that moment on, it was very casual in our apartment.

As we the week past, Luna was in the midst of one of the worst heat waves in our history. So both Sarah and I appreciated being able to strip off and cool down. On the evenings she was home, we settled into a little routine. We'd have a light supper of salad and white wine, put a fan in front of the couch, turn off the lights and put on a game, or pick a movie to watch, or sit on our porch, all while being nude.

We alternated movie selection. One night it might be a chick-flic romance for her and the next a shoot-em-up or sci-fi one for me. Neither complained about the other's choice and we each loved making caustic comments about the inane plots of any of the genres. When watching football, we'd comment on the players, which ones were good guys and which were assholes. Sarah asked why guys kept slapping each other on the ass. So I tried to explain the ritual as a good job slap, but she felt they could do that with words and not paws on other fur's asses. All in all, we soon hardly took notice of our nudity--well, actually I always noticed her but I certainly didn't complain.

One particularly hot evening, we were watching a Dragon's game, 21 - 0 might I add. Anyways, we were both damp with sweat and finally Sarah said, "I need something cool to drink."

I said how about frozen Margaritas.

We agreed and both headed to the kitchen. Sarah said she'd get the blender and I pulled out the booze and dug in the fridge for limes. I was turning to get a knife to slice the limes just as Sarah was backing up from retrieving the blender from under the counter. She was still bent over and her butt was sticking up in the air. I turned and she moved back and suddenly my dick was right between her ass cheeks and her tail was hiked up on my chest.

She yelled, "Whoa!" and I stumbled back dropping everything. My embarrassment went off the chart when I immediately got a hard on from this unexpected contact.

"Blake, what the..." Sarah stopped in mid-sentence as she turned and saw my erection.

"Oh, kitty," she said softly.

My ears folded back and my paws shot up," Sorry, Sarah that was totally an accident!" I replied as I bent down to pick the limes up I had dropped on the floor.

As I stood she looked directly at my erect member and said, "And, that is the result of this accident?"

I frowned and my tail drooped as I responded, "You know it has a mind of their own. Sorry, I'll go put some clothes on."

"No," Sarah commanded. "Actually, this is sort of the last barrier of curiosity. I admit I wondered what your dick looked like hard. So, now I know."

We both looked down at my erection, and, honestly, without me doing anything, it bounced.

Sarah laughed and said, "Well, hell-o to you, too."

I was still embarrassed and didn't know what to say so we made our drinks in silence and went back to the couch. My member was almost back to normal as we returned to watching the game on the television.

Sarah was the first to speak, "Blake, are you Ok?"

"A little embarrassed, but, yeah, I'm Ok."

"Well, I was wondering about this. I mean I know we say being naked around each other is cool, but you never got a hard-on. I've been around guys, and usually it happens a lot. God, my ex-roommate's fiancé had a woodie half the time we were there. I think he was proud of it and I also think he was hoping that Carol and I would team up and take care of it. Never happened, I assure you. But, you've been pretty tame."

"Well, I've been concentrating a lot to keep it down. And, if I had one, I stayed in my room until, well, let's say it went away. Many times in the morning I have one, but just hang in my room 'til it goes away. I didn't want you to think I was a perv and imagining you in a sexual way.'

"Jeez, Blake, don't work yourself up. We are friends and I'd like to think we are very good friends. I don't think we are going to screw each other by mistake, but that doesn't mean we don't have sexual thoughts. I like looking at you naked. I think you have a really, really attractive dick and I especially like seeing it as it swings when you walk, plus those barbs are kinda cute. It's certainly not tiny, I say that because I hear you guys are hung up on size, but it's not grotesquely big. I think your ass is fab. And, you have a great set of balls. So, yeah, I think sexually. It's definitely well above par."

"God, I wish you didn't say all that," I moaned.

"Why, did I offend you?"

"No," I said and looked down at my crotch. Sarah followed my eyes to see my hard and fully erect dick had returned with a vengeance.

"My bad," she said giggling.

"I've think you've unleashed the devil. Now that he knows you're not offended, he's going to be popping up all the time."

"No prob, Blake. He's always welcome" she said as she lightly touched the top of my naked thigh.

She offered her glass and we clinked rims and drank.

"How about you and your man-spear get us a couple refills, while I just enjoy the view."

I was amazed at how fast I was losing my concern about parading around aroused. I returned with her drink and she asked me to stand there. She looked intently at my erection, which did nothing to ease its hardness.

"That's very attractive, Blake. I still marvel at how hard a guy's dick can get. Thanks for letting me stare."

I raised my glass and we toasted silently.

End of Chapter 1