Odd Girl Meets Pretty Girl, Chapter Three
I quickly opened the door. My heart stopped.
"Are you alright?" Vanessa asked.
Oh god why? And with me like this! My hair tossled, my fur damp from my tears, my nose running... Why didn't someone kill me right now?
"Bethany?" Vanessa said.
"Oh I'm a mess!" I groaned and quickly backed into the shower.
I closed the curtain and crouched in the corner and buried my face in my hands.
Vanessa pulled back the curtain.
"Bethany are you alright?" Vanessa asked.
She crouched next to me.
"They're idiots, it's only because they feel bad about themselves and have nothing better to do," Vanessa said.
She brushed my hair back, handed me a tissue and dried my tears and helped me blow my nose.
"I know a place we can go where we won't be bothered, come on, we can sneak out the back," Vanessa said.
"But I left my purse and my coat in the other room," I protested.
"I'll get it. You just go down the hall to your left, through the kitchen and out the back door, I'll join you in a few minutes," Vanessa smiled.
"Okay," I said.
"Wait till I leave," Vanessa said.
She got up and left. I waited a few seconds and then stepped out. The hall was dark and I nearly tripped over a small table near the kitchen door. Donna's mother waved to me as I passed through before she left to take some chips out to the other kids.
I waited outside by the gate. Vanessa appeared shortly and handed me my purse and coat.
"It's locked," I said.
"Here," Vanessa said.
She crouched and held her hands out and said, "I'll give you a boost."
"But I'm too heavy, you might hurt your back," I said.
Hyenas are clumsy climbers.
"No I won't, just put your foot in my hands and jump when I count to three," Vanessa said.
I hesitated, then put my foot in her hands and she counted, "One... Two..."
On three I jumped and she boosted me over the gate. My dress caught on one of the prongs and ripped. I landed hard on my feet.
"Oh!" I groaned.
Vanessa passed me my coat and purse. Then she hopped over the fence and landed lightly next to me. I envied her grace and agility.
"Your dress, I'm sorry," Vanessa said, inspecting my dress.
"It's nothing, my mom can fix it," I said.
We walked out to the front yard and Vanessa led me to a white Mercedez Benz. We climbed inside, buckled our seatbelts and drove off.
Vanessa drove out to the lake and parked underneath a tree. She put on some music and we unbuckled our seatbelts. Now I knew why Vanessa never paid much attention to the boys.
She smiled at me, then laid me over her lap.
"You're really pretty you know," she said sweetly, brushing my hair out of my face.
It was like my dream was coming true.
Vanessa stroked my nose with a single finger tip and kissed my forehead, then she kissed me on the lips, lightly squeezing my breast.
"Your break is digging into my back," I said softly.
"Oh, sorry," Vanessa giggled.
She lifted me a little and rubbed my back.
"Why don't we go somewhere more private?" she said.
"Where could we go?" I asked.
"We could go to my house, if you want to?" Vanessa said.
"Sure, that sounds good," I said.
Vanessa's house was gorgeous. It was a big colonial style white house with a bunch of rose bushes in the front. The inside was very elegant. I wondered how they kept it neat and clean. Her parents, Mr. and Mrs. Brooks, were very nice. They didn't seem to mind Vanessa bringing home another girl. Vanessa's room was beautiful. The walls were a light beige color, with a white ceiling and white carpet. There was an elegant white desk with a laptop and boom box near the window, which had white curtains, a red velvet armchair in another corner. And in the far corner was a beautiful daybed with an indigo quilt and pale blue pillows and sheets.
"Your house is amazing," I said.
"Thank you, sit down anywhere," Vanessa said.
"Just let me call my mom, she'll get worried," I said.
"Sure," Vanessa said.
I stepped out of her room and into the hall. I took out my cell phone and dialed Mom's cell. I got her voicemail, so I left her a message, "Hi Mom, it's me. I'm staying at a friend's house, her name's Vanessa. I'll be home in the morning."
When I returned to Vanessa's room she was sitting on the bed. The lamplight illuminated her features, making them look softer.
"Come on," she said softly, patting the space next to her.
I sat next to her and she brushed a lock of hair out of my eyes.
"Everything alright with your mom?" she asked.
"Yeah, I left her a message," I said.
"Good," she said.
She kissed my nose and put her hand to my cheek, stroking her thumb back and forth over my cheek. Her other hand snaked up my thigh. There was a burning sensation between my legs. I let out a soft moan as Vanessa lightly rubbed her thumb back and forth over my mound.
She took my hand in hers and kissed it, then turned it over and kissed each finger tip, then the palm, then my wrist. She kissed up my arm and kissed my shoulder, kissing up the strap of my dress to my neck. She kissed my chin, lightly flicking it with her tongue, and kissed my lips.
Vanessa tugged her dress off, revealing a lacy black bra and thong, and hugged me close to her. Reaching behind me with one hand she pulled the zipper of my dress down, but she didn't take my dress off. She ran her hands over my breasts and kissed my collar bones. She kissed down my belly and parted my legs, pushing up my dress she kissed my mons through my panties, softly at first, then a little harder.
She kissed back up to my lips and pulled my dress down off my shoulders and down to my waist. She smiled at me and kissed the outline of my bra. She kissed the curves of my breasts, lightly licking them with her rough tongue. I could feel my nipples stiffening, pushing against the cups of my bra, wanting to be free.
Then she pulled away. I let out a soft sigh of disappointment she'd stopped. She leaned over me, as if she were reaching for something. Her breasts dangled in my face and I raised my head to kiss the curves, lightly nuzzling them with my nose. My hands wandered up and down her back. She giggled and kissed me softly on my lips.
Suddenly she nipped at my neck. I yelped. She didn't nip too hard, but it caught me off guard.
"I'm sorry, you just look so yummy," she said sweetly.
"Oh," I said.
"Here, let me kiss it better," she said.
She kissed my neck, planting soft kisses on my fur. She ran her hand over my breast, her fingers tugged lightly at my bra.
Vanessa yanked my dress off me, almost pulling my panties off. She kissed my belly and kissed up past my breasts and to my neck.
She slipped her hands beneath me and unsnapped my bra. She pulled my bra away and dropped it to the floor. She ran her hands over my breasts, my nipples stiffened under her touch. She kissed my neck and circled my nipples with her finger tips, tracing around the outline of the areola. I lifted my head slightly to watch her fingers.
Vanessa kissed my breasts. She flicked one of my nipples with her tongue, lazily dragging her tongue around it, then turned her attention to my other nipple. She kissed down my belly and kissed me between my legs, dragging her tongue back and forth over my mons through my panties. She peeled back my panties, kissing my fur as she did. She tugged off my panties and kissed my foot, kissing up my ankle, my knee. She kissed up my inner thigh and flicked my swollen lips with her tongue. I moaned and arched my back.
She rubbed me with two fingers, circling my nub, then she parted my lips with her fingers. She licked up my cunny and I cried out. Her tongue hurt! I closed my legs.
"What's wrong?" she asked.
"It hurt," I said.
"I'll be more gentle," Vanessa said.
She licked my nub, more softly than before, with just the tip of her tongue.
"That better?" she asked.
"Yes," I said, though it was more of a soft moan.
She brushed the broader side of her tongue back and forth over my cunny. I whimpered. It hurt, but not as much as it did before. Vanessa sucked gently on my clit, then she slipped off her panties and crawled up to me and locked her legs with mine.
She kissed me as she ground her hips against mine, rubbing her breasts against mine. She arched her back and I squeezed her breasts, they were so soft. Her fur was like satin and her areolas were covered in soft velvet. She sighed and lowered herself down to me. I sucked lightly at her nipples. Vanessa ground her hips a little harder against mine.
"Oh Bethany," she moaned.
As she arched her back she pulled her breasts from my lips and hands.
No, don't go. My mind cried.
I longed to suckle at her soft breasts again. Instead she rubbed her breasts against mine, her nipples stroking against mine making me tingle inside. Then threw her head back and cried out, and I cried out too, my muscles clenched and tightened and a wave of pleasure washed over both of us.
Then the door burst open and there stood Mrs. Brooks. Vanessa and I held our breaths, preparing for the worst.