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Shema paused in front of the bedroom mirror and critically studied her reflection. Fresh out of the shower, her fur was still heavy and flat with damp, but the clothes she had picked out suited her frame nicely. Gone were the carelessness of the shorts and tank top, Shema sported a see-through babydoll lingerie piece, complemented by a simple g-string the sight of which was sure to knock any male dumbfounded. This was the first time she had ever tried to seduce a male who wasn't her husband and her stomach obediently tied itself into knots. She shook her chest at the mirror, then turned around and wiggled her rear end, satisfied at how and what she was presenting. Jesse thought he was coming over to help her with the television, but with her body on such a display Jesse would not be able to resist taking her! Feeling mischievous, she threw on a bathrobe to conceal the barely-there lingerie.

She glanced at the clock sitting next to the bed; 8 o'clock in the morning, a bit later than she had planned. She wanted to have some food cooking when Jesse arrived, just like the first time. She dashed out of the bedroom and down the stairs and just about bounced her way into the kitchen with excitement.

"The last time Jesse was here I nearly burnt the house down!" she giggled, rifling through the cabinets in search of something easy. She knew she was acting like a giddy kitten, but she didn't care; it felt liberating to finally be acting on her own interests and desires for the first time. After fruitlessly flitting from cabinet to cabinet, she abandoned her effort to make breakfast. Her stomach was too busy doing cartwheels to handle food and Jesse had to have eaten by now anyway.

***

Jesse sighed and suppressed the desire to lean out the window to shout uselessly at the cars ahead of him. It wasn't their fault he seemed to be hitting every red light between his apartment and the farm. Shema's invitation yesterday had surprised him, he had never seen her even use the phone, let alone invite people to come see her. To be honest, no one knew much about the little alien, her husband apparently included, and the conversation during their weekly card games didn't revolve around her as much as she might suspect. Of the friends that met every Saturday evening, all of them were curious about her, but pressing her husband for details only led to him regaling them with sex-filled tales of the couple's escapades. When the question couldn't be answered by invoking his cock, such as Steve pressing him for details on her homeland or childhood, it was brushed off and he started on yet another tale.

Jesse, like the rest of the gang, had always taken the stories with a grain of salt. Shema had never talked to any of them at length and always had made herself scarce until, Jesse assumed, everyone had left. They group of men were all friends and talked among themselves outside of their weekly game night; coming to the conclusion that Shema was too quiet and polite for the stories they had been told to be true.

Jesse frowned, waiting for the light to change. Everyone with significant others had at some point taken a shot at entertaining the group with a raunchy story, but they didn't get together just for that and the non-stop stream of stories about Shema had been wearing thin on the whole group.

That is, until last week. Assigned for three months to a remote site on the other side of the country, Shema's husband had called them out on their aggravation. Jesse remembered that night and felt a deep pang of shame.

"All right," her husband had said, grinning after finishing a mercifully short story, "You all think I'm bullshitting you, right?" Steve of all people had spoken up, usually the quietest of the lot: "Yeah, your stories are complete crap. Any time we ask you about anything not involving her tits or ass you deflect with another stupid story and it is starting to get boring" Charlie had spoken up as well, "We've asked you why she can't join us since you can't answer any real questions anyway. We get it: she's cute, furry, horny, and has a great rack and ass. I can only take so much before it just sounds old."

The grin had never left her husband's face throughout the criticism and he continued airily, "Well, now you gentlemen have your chance. I'm going to be away for three months and Shema will be all alone by her lonesome self." Leo had snorted in derision, summing up everyone's thoughts. Shema seemed to be loyal to her husband, even when it seemed to be obvious that he kept her around only for the sex they allegedly had.

"Anyway", he had continued, "She's all yours while I'm away, see if my stories are crap then. You'll realize they weren't...sure, she seems sweet and quiet now, but I bet that between my being away and the attention you'll be showering on her, she'll be your little furry fuck toy after a few weeks." The whole table had gone silent, shocked at what he was proposing to them and knowing he wasn't joking around. Had the episode ended with that, Jesse might not be feeling as guilty as he had been in the past few days, but her husband had gazed at each of them in turn before finishing:

"I'm going to be away for three months. When I get back, none of you better even think of laying a finger on her. Until then, use her any way want. She'll love it."

He had walked out of the room laughing and the rest of them had uneasily looked at one another before getting up and leaving, everyone unwilling to make eye contact with anyone else. Jesse clenched his fist around the steering wheel. The cheerful Katta didn't seem the type to fake her feelings, so Jesse assumed his visit confirmed that she hadn't known anything about her husband's plan. But the self-righteousness came at a cost: Sure, get angry at him for whoring out his wife, but you didn't hesitate to march up to her front door right after he left, did you? He wondered how many of the other guys were planning on "visiting" her and how many had dismissed the whole stupid thing. Not just that, but was what her husband had said about her even true?

He told himself that he had only done what he did as a joke, thinking she would simply get all huffy and boot his ass out the door. He hadn't counted on what had happened. A part of him wished it hadn't, that his image of the shy, innocent creature with the beautiful green eyes hadn't been shattered. He felt dirty and now she seemed dirty, but that wasn't fair, it had been his questioning that led to both of them towards what had happened. She likely would have fed him the cookies and let him be on his way if he hadn't been for him.

Jesse didn't know what would happen if she ever found out about it, but he was sure Shema could never be allowed to know about her husband's invitation. They all had only a rough idea of how old she was, but she was at least twenty, and could decide for herself about what happened between herself and the guys. If she wanted her trysts to be her naughty little secret, then fine. Plenty of woman cheated on their husbands, he shouldn't hold her to any higher standard. That she and Jesse had a little fun in her kitchen needn't mean every interaction between them had to be sexual. He was going to make things right between the two of them, or at least more causal. As if responding to his attack of conscience, the traffic light turned green and Jesse continued towards the farm, smiling slightly as he composed a list of questions to ask Shema.

***

For the third time, Shema caught herself pacing in the kitchen and forced herself, again, to sit down in an effort to settle her nerves. By the Goddess she was so excited! Today was the start of a new Shema, someone who would not be waiting on a husband who would not satisfy her needs, but one who would seek out those willing to let her feel desirable again. True, her body's sense of timing could not have been worse, but the increasingly frequent cramping signaled that her fertile period was nearly over. With it would go a great deal of her sex drive, but with several males willing to mate with her, surely her drive would remain at a heightened level...she hoped.

She knew little about how her body would react to the attention. She definitely knew how it reacted to the thoughts of receiving such attention, though she had never fantasized about any of her husband's friends until yesterday. Ironically, they had always seemed alien: a group she was never allowed to understand or interact with, only avoid or tolerate until they went away. But now she could fantasize about receiving a lot of "attention" from them...all of them, she thought with a shiver of excitement. She briefly toyed with the idea of leaving the kitchen door open so Jesse could walk in to her playing with herself, but she didn't want to be that forward despite what she was wearing. Jesse might not even want to mate with her today anyway.

"How embarrassing it would be to get myself so worked up for nothing!" she laughed, "Like a newly joined female before her first night with her husband!"

The mention of a hypothetical Katta husband brought her mood down and she frowned. The memories of her home floated back up, but she shoved them back into an unmapped corner of her mind. Suddenly she giggled: It seemed silly to be depressed while one's perfect (in her opinion) body was on such display!

Fortunately, the familiar drone of Jesse's truck floated through the kitchen sink's casement window and her ears perked up, the noise sending her on a hopeful dash to the sink and a hop on to the counter where she could lean out the window in an effort to peer down the dirt path that served as the farm's main road. The truck was ambling down the road towards the house and Jesse would be in her kitchen in only a few minutes!

"Nervous, nervous!" Shema laughed again, her spirit happy and carefree knowing that she was taking charge of things for the first time in...well, a long time. She had called him over with the excuse that the television was not working properly and that she would give him his MP3 player back in exchange for the repair.. She quickly brushed her claws through the fur on her face to smooth any errant strands along with her nerves. Of course the television was working perfectly and she was a bit at a loss as to what to do when he realized it wasn't broken. Simply pouncing on him and stuffing his dick into her mouth seemed just a bit too forward.

Jesse's knocking on the door shattered her hurried thoughts and she dashed for the door, flinging it open with a smile.

Jesse yelped, leaping back a step reflexively as the front door was suddenly whipped open. The cheerful, diminutive Katta stood in the doorway beaming at him..

"Good morning!" he smiled back, "I didn't realize you would be so eager to watch TV. You barely gave me time to even knock!"

She laughed and grabbed both his hands, pulled him inside, and shut the door in one fluid motion, surprising him further. He really had been expecting that she would be just as hesitant as she was when he first had been over, but he caught a glimpse of black lace underneath her bathrobe and his subconscious reacted predictably. Embarrassed, he angled away from her so that she wouldn't feel it pressing against her, but that only served to silhouette his erection. He opened his mouth to apologize, but she glanced down at his crotch and laughed again.

"You have not been here for more than a minute and already you think of mating! You are here today to fix the television, not stick things in me! Now go!" She spun him towards the hallway leading to the so-called family room that housed the television and gave him a gentle shove. Shaking his head in amusement, Jesse obeyed, wondering what Shema actually had in mind. She was silently following him into the room, but sat on the couch as he walked to the television.

"Shema will watch you to make sure you do not break anything", she announced, but Jesse was pretty sure that she had little idea of what he would do if the television was actually broken, which he suspected it wasn't. A few minutes of poking around the back proved nothing had been touched and he briefly tested the television and the BluRay player to find that everything was working. Only then did he turn back around to confront the scheming Katta.

"What did you want to watch? It looks like the everything should be working fine."

"Oh, um..." Shema's mind failed her and she couldn't think of a response. She struggled to come up with something witty as her eyes nervously darted around the room, finally settling their gaze on a pack of playing cards that her husband and his friends used for their game, whatever it was. Inspiration struck.

"I wanted to see if I could watch something to teach me how to play the card game you all play when you are here. It seems interesting and I would like to join in some time" Shema sighed inwardly with relief. That seemed a good excuse and learning how to play the game might allow her to finally socialize with the males. She really had wanted to talk to them before, but she could not play their game and her husband would have prevented it anyway. However, her husband was gone and if she learned how to play, they could come over and play with her...

That certainly was not the reply Jesse had been anticipating. Despite his earlier self-recrimination, the peek at her lingerie had made him think she was interested in more sex, but it appeared that she was trying to avoid any mention of such a thing. Her interest in poker came out of nowhere, her husband never mentioning that she was interested in their weekly card game. Teaching her how to play would be a good excuse to spend 'quality' time with her and something to do in the future to pass the time in a friendly, non-sexual way.

He started looking around for a pack of cards. "Sure, we just need a table and some cards..." , but Shema jumped up and snatched a deck of cards he hadn't noticed before he spotted them. He grinned, her enthusiasm was rather infectious.

"Okay then, I guess we can just sit at the coffee table here, setting up the actual poker table is too big for the two of us to set up."

Shema nodded and knelt down on the long end of the short table, beckoning him to sit opposite her. She watched as he struggled to kneel on both knees as she was gracefully doing and tried her best not to laugh. Humans were far clumsier than Katta! He finally settled with sprawling on his side across from her and she smiled at him.

"Not so easy to sit like Katta, yes?"

Jesse laughed. "No, not easy for me. I could sit like that, but not for long. Okay, now I'll try to teach you the rules of Texas Hold'em, though I've never played with just one other person before. One of the players is the 'dealer' and hands out the cards..."

She listened attentively as Jesse described how the game was played. It seemed simple enough: There was secret cards each player had and not-secret cards laid on the table, which counted as everyone's cards. Once everyone had their cards each person could bet more money than the initial bet, which forced everyone to either match the higher amount or drop out of the game, forfeiting whatever they had betted up until that point. Luck seemed to play a large part of the game, but she figured that she understood how to play.

"Okay, let's play!" Shema interrupted Jesse as he explained one of the finer rules of the game. "I think I understand the game, but I have no money to play with. In fact, I have no money here at all, he says I don't need any so long as I keep the card he gave me. How can I play with you and your friends without money?" Shema frowned. The last bit had just occurred to her.

"Oh don't worry about that. We could all chip in a dollar or two to let you play." Of course we'd let you play, he thought to himself, especially if we could modify the rules slightly in terms of 'paying' in other ways...we'd give you as much as you wanted only to cheat you out of all of it. The thought shamed him, but he knew it was true. She would be welcome to play poker, but never to win, not after her husband's declaration. No, she'd lose every hand that was dealt and when she ran out of money the concept of strip poker would be explained to her...Jesse was sure of it. And worst of all, he knew he would happily go along with it. And once she ran out of clothing...but he tried to banish that train of thought. After all, this was supposed to be a causal visit, remember idiot? Pre-occupied with thoughts of the naked Katta laying on top of the poker table, he realized she had asked him something and was now waiting for his response. "I'm sorry, I was lost in thought, what did you say?"

Shema sighed. "I said give me some money so we can play. That will be the best way for me to learn, yes?" Jesse's mind was clearly elsewhere, but it probably was not on her at the moment, for she still had the concealing bathrobe on. The ploy to have him teach her how to play the card game was a stroke of inspiration, but he did not seem interested in teaching her. As he pulled his wallet out, she pounced.

"What did you think of our time together?" she smiled with her eyes and poked the tip of her tongue out. Talking about the mouth mating she had given him would certainly direct his attention back to her!

"I...um...what?" Jesse stammered, flustered and caught off-guard by her directness. He flipped her a few dollar bills and set aside a few on his side of the table. This was going to shoot his plan to stay causal all to hell, if he let the conversation wander the way she was taking it. "Do you really want to talk about it? I thought we were going to play some poker." He shifted as his body responded predictably and quite uncomfortably against his pants.

"Oh yes, I do want to learn how to play. Then I can play with everyone and we can all talk and have fun. It is boring to have to sit in the attic waiting for everyone to leave." The last sentence had a tinge of sadness that she hadn't expected. But it was lonely up in the attic and sometimes very hot or very cold. Repeated requests to be allowed to quietly sit downstairs with them were constantly rebuffed, her husband claiming they would not be able to control themselves and might end up hurting her. It was scary the first time she heard it, but just sounded stupid now. What could a human do, even a group of them, to hurt a strong female Katta armed with her claws and teeth?

"Then I'll deal the cards" he replied, pointedly ignoring her question. "First I'll deal two cards to each of us, then the dealer starts the bet, so I bet one dollar."

"Then I need to put a dollar in, yes?"

Jesse nodded. "Right, everyone has to either match the dealer's bet, raise the bet, or fold, dropping out of the game entirely. Folding isn't common to do before the public cards are dealt, since you have no idea what the two cards you are given will match up with. Now I deal three cards to the center of the table, face-up. These are the public cards. You need to see what hand the combination of your cards and the public ones make. Then the dealer can either hold the bet at what it is, raise it by putting in more money, or folding by dropping out of the round. Everyone gets a turn. If everyone holds, then the round is done. If someone raises, then everyone has to raise too, or fold. See if you have any matching cards."

She looked at the two cards she was holding, then the three on the table. None of the numbers matched and she pounced again. "I have nothing good yet, what did you think of our time together?"

"I have nothing good either, so I deal each of us another public card." Jesse tried to ignore her question again, but he had a feeling she was going to keep asking until she received a satisfactory answer. He sighed and looked right into her eyes. "Look, it was fun, hopefully for the both of us. But I don't want to come over here just to have sex, believe it or not. I'd like to just talk with you while we play the game. Frankly, we spend a lot of time trying to get information out of your husband, but he just makes up stories." She couldn't hide the surprise on her face and he winced inside. Was her idiot husband right about her? But the surprise was quickly replaced by glee and perhaps a little relief.

"That would be fun!" Shema clapped her hands excitedly, causing the cards in her hand to go flying. She swept them back up and looked at Jesse, her eyes shining happily. "No one has ever said they wanted to talk with me...what do you want to know?"

"First, see if you have any matches now that I put the last card down. I don't, but I'll pretend I do and raise the bet. If you have a good match, either put in the same amount or more. If not, you 'fold' and quit the round. Second, I don't know what I want to know. Everything I guess, none of us know much about you. Why are you never around when we are?"

Shema threw her last dollar on to the table and stared at the cards in her hand. "I was told I would be too much of a distraction and that I made everyone uncomfortable. So when you are all here playing your game and talking, I am stuck upstairs in the attic with a computer I barely know how to use, which is okay because it seems to barely work." She swallowed, trying to banish the hurt, willing herself not to get upset in front of Jesse.

"I'm sorry Shema," Jesse gently interrupted, "I didn't mean to get you upset. What he said isn't true, we'd love to have you play and talk with us. I'll teach you how to play well enough to hold your own at the next game. In fact, I'll see if I can get a few of the guys to come over in a few days to play, okay?" Jesse genuinely felt bad for her and he hoped that having a few of the guys over would be okay for Shema. His imagination wandered back to the earlier image of Shema lying naked on the poker table as they all stood around her and unzipped their...

"Um, Jesse? Are you okay? You've been staring at your cards for awhile now." Shema's frown broke him out of his trance, but his stomach was still knotted with anxiety. He had to know.

"Shema, are the stories your husband tells about you true? Now I don't want to hurt your feelings and I apologize in advance, but Kevin's stories are always full of sex and how you are practically horny all the time."

Shema felt all the blood in her body rush to her face as her ears reflexively slammed against her skull in embarrassment and shock. She jumped to her feet, cards temporarily forgotten and flung away in rage. She noted with satisfaction that Jesse winced and looked away as she directed all of her anger and disappointment at him. "He wishes! He barely touches me!" She hissed and started pacing back and forth, raving. "What are these stories he tells? We have not mated in so many months that I have almost lost count by now! Any male on this planet would consider himself so fortunate to have a female such as myself for first wife and he never even wants to be around me! You will tell me these stories, now!" Shema sank back behind the table and glared at Jesse. Clearly refusal was not one of his options.

Jesse desperately sought a way out of his unforeseen predicament, "He doesn't say much really...", but Shema's glare somehow increased in intensity as she scooped her cards up, her gaze never wavering off of his face. "Okay, fine. He tells a bunch of stories most of us honestly think are not quite true. They all are about him having se-,uh, mating, with you and how you'll do anything for him."

"Anything?" Shema snorted, "Sex, mating, fucking, whatever you want to call it, we've done it exactly three times in the past year, twice he would only mate with me from behind and once he made me suck him off then shot it all over my face. I don't even remember when any of the times were satisfying for me!"

Shema frowned, feeling the tears start to well up and she willed herself to hold back from crying in front of Jesse. Swallowing the lump in her throat, she smiled shakily and looked back up at his face. "So no, the stories he tells are not true. We are not intimate together and while I do try to be a good wife to him, I know he does not love me as I have tried to love him. I understood that it might be difficult for him, as I am not human, but other Katta have met with success with their husbands and I simply have not." She laughed mirthlessly, slowly shaking her head. "The real stories he could tell would be short ones...banishing me to the attic when you and your friends come over and ignoring me when he and I are alone. I do remember the last time he and I mated and I remember feeling him release inside of me, hoping that it meant we would be together more often. But no..." She looked away from him, sad and lost in her thoughts.

Stupid...stupid...stupid! Jesse cursed his lack of tact, but how was he supposed to have known that Kevin had lied to such a degree and been such a colossal jerk to the little alien? Any chance of having sex with her today was now completely ruined, but he hadn't come for that anyway. Seeing as though nothing he said could possibly make the situation worse, he continued onward.

"I don't know what to say Shema, maybe you just need to change something to catch his interest? Try something new?"

Shema looked up and blinked, tears dripping off the fur on her face. She never considered that her husband was simply bored. "What do you mean 'something new'? I allow him full use of my body, except for my tail, which Katta do not use during mating like I have watched humans do."

Jesse was learning a lot today, including, he suspected, how far he would be able to push his luck. "Have you considered shaving some of your fur off? I doubt your fur is putting him off from having sex with you, but I think seeing your boobs and pussy all smooth and hairless would be interesting...uh, to him, of course."

She grinned a toothy Katta grin at Jesse. Males are always so transparent when they want something from a female, but it felt good to be told she was desirable. "To him! Ha, I think you mean the rest of you! You all think you would like to see Shema's bare breasts? Maybe feel my skin on yours as you all lick and fuck me?" She laughed at his expression, it was obvious the answer to both her teasing questions was a big yes and he laughed with her, staring down at the card table in embarrassment. "You boys don't even know me, I might not want to mate with any of you."

"You were willing enough with me when we were in the kitchen the other day."

"Hmph! That was different! I am in my mating period and have not had any satisfaction in weeks! You never even asked me if I wanted to mate, you almost choked me, and you squirted all over my face, so rude! If I had not been so eager then you would have been ran out of the house missing your manhood!"

Shema was suddenly glaring at him and Jesse grew worried. Was she really mad about earlier? True, he hadn't actually asked if she wanted to have sex with him, but she hadn't stopped him either. "Well, that was my first time with a cute Katta like yourself, I'm bound to make a few mistakes." His dick was throbbing painfully in his pants, but he suspected she was not quite in the mood today. Hypocritical of him really, seeing as though he had been scolding himself earlier for only thinking of her as a sex object.

"Gotcha!" she thought and stood up, letting the bathrobe fall off of her shoulders with a smooth movement she had spent most of last night practicing. Her mating period was almost over, but she was still fertile today and talking about mating was enough to get her body ready for the male in front of her. The heavy clothing collapsed in a heap at her feet, revealing the lingerie which did nothing to hide her erect nipples and swollen pussy. But she already had decided there was not to be any sex with Jesse today. It suited her to let him stew in his lust. Grinning, she slowly twirled around, then bent over the table, their noses only a few inches apart.

"We all make mistakes, yes?" she breathed, her stomach still nervous despite their previous time together. "I made one today...my playing cards are all over the floor...I need to pick them up now..." She stood back up and theatrically sunk on to her hands and knees, looking at Jesse all the while. Slowly she crawled from behind the card table and to the center of the room where the first of her cards had landed. She could smell her sex-ready scent and flipped her tail over her tailhole as she leaned down to take the card into her mouth.

Jesse's heart had started pounding when Shema had dumped the robe on to the floor, but watching her crawl on her hands and knees while she gazed back at him over her shoulder was causing him more than a little discomfort. He thought she would simply pick up the card and place it back on the table, but the sexy Katta had winked, then spun around to present her blushing pussy and amusingly protected ass.

Did she want him to take his dick out and play around with her? Shema was sending so many mixed signals with her mood swings that he had no idea what she wanted. Her body was obviously just as ready for sex as the first time, but she had scolded him for being too forward with her last time. Besides, he had made a promise to himself about her.

"Shema", he directed his speech towards the wiggling and extremely desirable rear-end in the middle of the room. "I think that I should go now. You know the basics of the game and if I stay any longer I'll wind up trying to do something we'll both regret right now." She had stopped wiggling and was staring back at him quizzically, but he hurried on before she said anything. "Trust me, I would like nothing more right now than to mate, have sex, whatever term you prefer, with you, but I promised myself that I would start treating you like a person instead of the sex toy Kevin has deceptively been describing you as."

Shema stared back in shock at his refusal and with a short laugh stood up and faced him, smiling. "Well, now I just feel like a stupid horny kitten who just had her first mating dream!" she laughed. She walked over to the table and retrieved the robe, wrapping it and the remains of her dignity around her. "Still, there are many males who would have loved to be given a view such as that!"

"Oh trust me, I definitely appreciated the view and I see that what you said earlier is completely correct: any male on this planet would love to have you as 'first wife', whatever that is. You're a lot more cheerful, personable, and cute than your stupid husband makes it seem. Maybe next time we can have some fun?" The semi-naked Katta nodded eagerly and the throbbing his pants felt like it was about to burst out of the zipper. "I'm not sure where you'll find the money, but if you ever want my help in getting a game together with the rest of us, let me know and I'll help out. Just, um, wear a bit more, okay?"

Shema smiled and nodded. She had really been hoping for some more licking and sucking from him while she was shaking her tail, but now he was about to leave. She felt disappointed, but happy that the future now seemed a lot brighter. She could play the game they all played, she could talk and learn with them and maybe expand her sexual prospects beyond Jesse and Steve...though those two were the only ones whose names she even knew. Her husband would return eventually and then she would probably be back to the lonely life she used to lead, so why even bother feeling guilty about having sex with his friends? The shaving thing was also something she hadn't thought of before.

She took him by the arm and led him to the front door without a word. Once at the door she leaned up on her toes and gave Jesse a quick lick on the cheek, flung the door open, and pushed him outside. He stumbled, but caught his balance, looking back at her in surprise. Winking, she opened her robe and flashed her gorgeous boobs at him, then slammed the front door shut.

Jesse shook his head. "What a strange little thing she is..." he muttered to himself. He felt proud of himself for not succumbing to her desires, then immediately stupid for not succumbing. She obviously felt no shame about her actions and after her outburst he couldn't think of a reason why she should. He walked uncomfortably back to his truck, willing his insistent erection to go down. He started the truck and eased it along the dirt road out of the farm, letting his imagination wander to the possibilities that their next meeting would bring. Whistling, he turned on to the main road and headed for home.

Shema had watched him leave and breathed a sigh of relief once his truck disappeared down the asphalt road. "I would have let him today..." she murmured, delighted and appalled at the stupidity her fertile period had caused her. But to finally have felt a male fill her insides...almost today...if it hadn't been for his own self-control. But he was gone now and everything was still okay.

She ran upstairs into her attic, nearly tripping over the robe, and leapt into the computer chair. Flipping the computer switch on, she tapped her foot impatiently as she waited for it to become responsive. Once it loaded, she immediately went to a well-known shopping website and after some deliberation ordered the most popular electric shear designed for pets, plus another groomer designed for humans. The combination would certainly result in her being quite smooth-skinned and enticing. Giggling, she closed the confirmation page and loaded her favorite mating video site and selected something showing a female with her mouth wide open and surrounded by five males.. Settling back into her chair, she spread her legs and rested each foot on either side of the keyboard, gently pleasuring herself to the lewd sounds of the female's mouth being roughly used over and over again. Nothing wrong with a little fantasy.

After she was satisfied she spent some time reading about the rules of the card game Jesse had been trying to teach her. Once she felt confident that she understood the basics, she shut off the computer and wrapped the robe back around her.

Then, unfortunately, it was time for breakfast and chores, both of which Shema took care of with a new spring in her step and a lightness in her heart. Life was going to get a lot more fun very soon.