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Hehhey, folks - Jimmy's back! Hope you enjoy another glimpse into his life, and always curious for your feedback, of course!

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So, yeah, we went to his place, lol. It just happened that the café he had suggested for our little date was within comfortable walking distance of his apartment. It was on the 15th floor, and I almost got vertigo looking out of the living room windows...but not for long, heheh. He fiddled with a button on the little home control panel to make the windows become almost completely darkened, but so that a little bit of the city light came through as a mysterious glow, and he adjusted the lighting to a comfortable "in the mood" kind of a level, and while I stood there, paws in my pockets, some very easy listening dance music began to play from some hidden, but judging by the sound quality, high end entertainment system.

I turned about, swinging tail and all, and smiled when I saw him approach me, the spotted cat sporting a smile of his own as he crossed the room. The smell of his growing musk felt nice on my nosepad, too.

"Well you're straight to the point kind of a guy, I see..." I smirked as he came by me onto the windowed part of the living area and stood a foot away from me, looking at me still in that extremely cute, slightly shy way.

His ears flicked quickly.

"Is it too much?" he murmured, "Does this seem I want to hurry?"

I let out a purring chuckle and patted his shoulder, left my paw there, rubbed it down along his arm so that I was holding him by his wrist, but very gently, of course, letting my tail swing happily behind me, my ears working themselves along to the music thumping gently in the background.

"I like a man who makes some effort," I said, "like the place."

It was very neat...only one empty pizza box and all that. Sparse furnishings, too, but they were all neat, and I suppose they were...stylish...or good taste, or whatever, lol. It didn't look like he'd just thrown it all together. Definitely better fitting than my own cobbled-up apartment, even if mine was bigger.

"Thanks," he murmured.

I put my paw around his back and pulled him close, our bodies touching, fur mingling, scent, too, as my one-armed hug brought us together.

"My pleasure," I grinned.

He did smell awfully nice, masculine and...I don't know...oddly sweet, somehow, but I wasn't sure what it was exactly. Maybe something in the pie he was eating in the café before he told me that he'd just rather go to his place to get it on with me.

He put his paws onto my shoulders and massaged them gently, and I rubbed his back, slowly, and his own movements remained like that, slow and...well, I guess tentative wasn't really the word...but...careful, maybe? I hoped he wasn't intimated my bigger physical size...or...or whatever...at least he was purring.

I decided to go for it and leaned forward and down a bit, considering out height difference, and he caught my drift and he moved his own muzzle to meet mine in a kiss. It was wet, ticklish and nice, everything I liked in a kiss, really, lol, and nothing like porn kisses, nope. No need to try to keep your muzzle ridiculously open so that the cameras could see what was going on in there. We kept our maws respectfully closed and close, too, letting our lips do the work.

I purred when I soon found out that he wasn't shy with the tongue, either, or his paws, which found that they liked to rub my back. I did that, too, as well dipping down to find the base of that very thick, swaying tail, and I even copped a good feel of his ass, too, to which he responded with a loud purr and a thrust of his by all means aroused hips against my own. I'd done this with enough guys to have a pretty good measuring instinct applied to that part of my body, and I knew that I'd be in for a treat, once we got to that part of the business.

But there didn't seem to be hurry...he might've been the one to suggest we'd take our acquaintance into the bedroom, and I had to agree, but he was definitely taking it slow. We kissed and purred and swapped saliva for quite some time in front of that window before he tugged me over to the couch...which turned into a bed with a bit of pushing and twisting, as he demonstrated to me while I stood there and rubbed his back and tried to be as distracting as possible.

The springs barely squeaked when we landed on the couch, and I was kinda glad for that - my back had shown tendency towards liking firm mattresses as of recent, and a bad old banged up (lol!) couch would've surely made things a bit less pleasant than they could be with proper...gear.

Heh.

So we sprawled out, and ended up on our sides, which ended up being cool, because I could hook my leg over his and hold him close, and we just made out, slowly, grinded on each other a bit, rubbed each other's bodies and generally just got used to the fact that half an hour ago we were talking and now had crossed a line between simple friendship and into...at least the friends-with-benefits territory I was familiar with. It got really warm and nice quickly enough, but then we settled into it, didn't push it too quickly.

With a little bit of tail-grabbing, though, which brought out some nice murrs and rumbles, and he showed that he could do them, too, from that slightly stocky frame of his. That was nice. It made me want to nuzzle and lick his throat a bit.

That made him moan, loud and deep, press himself more firmly against me. I could feel the waistband of his pants under my groping fingers.

I gripped him there, harder, so that I could flip our bodies over, put myself over him, cupping his butt while kissing him and grinding my hard-on against his own, meshed between our bellies. The thickness of his furs felt like a wonderful pillow between our bodies, and brought out some further, strong moans.

"What do you wanna do?" I rumbled, hoping that it sounded sexy, not in the corny way I had done on film, but like I really wanted to throw the ball in his court and let him be in charge of what should took place now. I was always an easy-going guy when it came to my private erotic activities.

His paws gripped my rump, and I responded with a deep moan. The touch was a distraction enough before I felt that his other paw had moved to grab a whole other part of my body. I purred appreciatively and pressed into the touch, enjoying the feel of those padded fingers feeling me up through the fabric. I caught his eyes again, and could see a new kind of mischievous glint there that was definitely sexual.

Niiice.

Grasp.

*purrrr....*

"Why don't I try this one out?" he rubbed up and down on me.

Well, the little guy really knew what he wanted...

I swallowed.

"It's yours."