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College life was fun. Unlike a lot of other kids going there for the parties though, I stuck to my studies. I was hardly a book nerd, but I did love to learn about new things. Once the door to discovery had been opened, there was no closing it.

I came home one weekend to find out that I would have been better off staying in the dorm. The crap hit the fan the moment I walked through the door. I heard yelling and fighting. While two of the voices were obviously my mom and dad, it didn't sound like they were arguing between themselves. The third voice sounded familiar, but under the circumstances, I think I can be excused for not catching on who it was.

I tiptoed into the living room, where I could look into the kitchen. There was dad shaking his finger at someone. I leaned in a little further and saw a face I hadn't seen in months. It was my cousin Priscilla. At that point I was totally confused. Not knowing what else to do, I walked back out the door, making sure to lock it. Then I rang the doorbell and waited.

After a few hollers of "It's open!" my mom came around and unlocked it. "That's strange! We never lock our door during the day!"

"Hi to you too mom."

"Oh, hi dear. Sorry! I'm a bit distracted. Your aunt and uncle had to leave on short notice and dropped off your cousin. We were going to be leaving for the weekend and now our plans are ruined. And to top it off, Priscilla is demanding to go to some dance, and her parents didn't mention a word about it."

Mom was talking as fast as an auctioneer. "Slow down Mom. I'll be here for the weekend, so why don't you and dad go do what you were going to do, and I'll look after Priscilla. We can catch up on stuff and watch TV."

Dad overheard. "Sounds good to me. It wasn't like I asked to play babysitter!" He stomped up the stairs and started packing their luggage. Mom followed him and in an hour they were gone.

In the meantime I stepped outside with Priscilla. She was still crying. "Look cuz, I'm sorry about my parents. They're both kinda obtuse about things. Where did your parents go that they didn't take you?"

She was sniffing back tears. "Grandma Ruth is sick. They took a flight and didn't what to spend the extra money on a ticket for me. Besides, they said I got to go the dance. Only now I can't!"

Grandma Ruth wasn't on my side of the family, which explained why my parents weren't too worried. "I'm sorry about the dance, but what say you and me make the best of this weekend? Hopefully your date will understand."

"I didn't have a date. I was hoping to see Roger and..."

"And?"

She turned red. "Nothing."

"Nothing? You were hoping to get him alone and do the nasty, weren't you?"

"What? NO!"

"Methinks the lady doth protest too much!"

"What?"

"It's from Shakespeare. It means you're saying no so strongly, you must mean yes. Are you still a virgin?"

She went into a fit of sputtering.

"I'll take that as a yes. I'm half surprised you've waited so long. How old are you now?"

She was still sputtering. "Sixteen!"

I remembered to my first time. I was younger, but my circumstances were totally different.

"Well good for you! I bet a lot of your friends have claimed that they've already had sex. Trust me; it's not true unless you see a big belly. That or pics are the only real proof!"

She was wide eyed. "How would you know?"

"Duh, I'm only five years older than you! Like school has changed that much in five years!"

She thought that over. "I guess not. And yes, I'm still a virgin. I'm just dying to have sex. I got my eyes on Roger, but he already has a girlfriend. I thought that maybe if I could get him alone and, and..."

"And what? Seduce him? Make him yours? I hate to tell you this, but even if you had managed it, he's just a guy. You need to find someone worth giving yourself to, not just spreading your legs and letting him have a go." I didn't tell her that I had just about died and then did have sex. No one knew about it and I intended to keep it that way.

She looked crestfallen. "But I like Roger!"

"Good for you! I like chocolate, wine and long walks. I think they're healthier for me than the typical guy. You need to hold out until you find the right one. I'm not saying Roger isn't it, but I think you had better look outside of our high school for the right man."

I still missed my first lover. I won't go into details, but we cut off the relationship. I agreed, but only if we stayed in touch. Priscilla knew nothing about my life, and she had just come to realize what putzs my parents could be. I figured I'd treat her to a girl's night out, and hopefully take her mind off of this Roger boy.

I leaned into her ear and spoke in a conspiratorial tone. "What say you and I get some wine, some sexy movies and order pizza tonight?"

Her mouth twisted up. "I'm not allowed to drink."

"Who says?"

"Mom and dad."

I looked around me; up in the sky, down at the ground, behind and in front of me. "I don't see them anywhere, do you?"

Her eyes lit up. "Nope!"

So it was settled. I left her at the house after my parents had skipped out, picked up a few of bottles of Asti, some stuff for nachos, and some fresh fruit. Mom and dad hadn't expected anyone to be home I guess so the pantry was bare.

We ordered an extra large pizza and pigged out. There was a lot left over, but that would do us for lunch tomorrow. I popped in one of the movies I had gotten, one I had watched before. It was kind of intense, and I suppose you could call it porn. It was a Canadian film called Lie With Me. I had watched it only once and ended up needing to work out some moisture that had developed inside due to the movie's steaminess. Oh, I know you know what I mean!

I doubted Priscilla had ever seen much in the way of any nudity before. I popped the cork on a bottle of the bubbly and poured us each a glass. She giggled as the bubbles tickled her sensitive bunny nose.

We had both changed into comfortable clothing, which for me was nothing more than a T shirt that I had stolen from my "friend". What he didn't know wouldn't hurt him. Priscilla had on a pair of boxers and a tank top.

"You know, I never get to dress like this around the house. Thanks!"

"Hey, no prob! Us girls need to stick together." I hit start on the movie and watched Priscilla's eyes go wide. She squirmed in her seat, uncomfortable with the opening scene. It didn't take her long to relax though, as the Asti kicked in. I poured her another glass, after which she nearly spilled it. She was so intent on watching the movie that she nearly missed her mouth.

Me, I was going to need a towel under me. The movie was good, but it always tended to bring back memories. If I was back at the dorm, I probably would have been getting busy scratching that itch, but here, I felt it wasn't a good idea. My poor cousin was already getting an eyeful. No sense in freaking her completely out.

She continued to shift her weight around, and once or twice her paw went to her crotch. I pretended not to notice, especially when she caught herself and whipped her paws away. I thought it was cute. Then I took that a step further. I realized that she herself was cute. Probably what I was like at that age. That made me laugh. By her age I was an experienced little vixen. Best of all, I had self esteem. No one at school ever knew about what had caused my turn around, but it was funny to see their faces when I told the assholes what they could do with themselves. I had a feeling Priscilla was probably still at the shy and awkward stage.

I opened another bottle of bubbly and poured us each another glass. After downing that, I went to the rest room to relieve myself. I was wet in more ways than one. When I came back, Priscilla was staring at the sex scene on the television and had her paw down her shorts. I stood quietly and watched her fingering herself. I could tell by the way she was doing it, she had no idea how to get off. I suppose growing up in a house full of prudes made you a little repressed.

Since her glass was on the side table, I came up behind her and put my paws on her shoulders. She nearly jumped off the couch.

"Relax! You're already as tense as a spring. You need to chill!" I worked her shoulders and neck. She had removed her paws from her shorts and had them at her side. "Would you like me to show you how to really get off?"

I could feel her gulp at my question. But, she had enough wine in her for her answer to be a nod in the affirmative. I picked up the remote and turned off the tube.

"If we're going to do this right, let's go to my bedroom. It'll be comfortable and if we fall asleep, what better place to be?"

I held out my hand. She looked at it, then at me. I could see her thinking inside that pretty head of hers. "What will happen?"

My eye brows knit with confusion. "What do you mean?"

"Uh, what are we going to do?"

"Oh! Nothing much. Let's just say that tonight I get to be Roger."

"But you're not a boy!"

"You're damn right I'm not! Did you think sex is restricted to only boys and girls? You were just playing with yourself! I do it all the time! Trust me, by the time this weekend is over you'll forget all about Roger!"

She was still hesitant, but she didn't argue when I took her by the hand and pulled her to the bedroom. I closed the door, turned on the little light above the bed, plugged in my iPod and started the music player. She was watching everything I did with wide eyes.

"Look Prissy (I didn't use her nickname much because she hated it), if you don't want to try this, that's fine. But really, what have you got to lose. It's not like I've got a cock and you're going to lose your virginity. We're just going to play around a little." I leaned in, stroked her ears and kissed her nose. Her mouth came up and met mine. I was surprisingly turned on.

We broke from out embrace. I made one fluid movement and pulled off my nightshirt. Prissy was dumbfounded. I guess they didn't have communal locker rooms in school anymore. Hell, I used to get teased all the time for being well endowed. Prissy was staring at me slack jawed. I leaned forward and yanked her boxers down. She squeaked.

"Don't"

"Then do it yourself. I'm not going to wait all night!"

She gingerly stepped out of them and then shyly pulled off her top. I was envious right away. Her breasts were much smaller than mine, and while some guys might think her boyish looking, I sighed thinking how much my life would have been easier had I been graced with a smaller pair. As she turned a little, I caught of glimpse of her pert butt and adorable fluffy tail. I definitely could see what guys found interesting in girls.

I stretched out my hand. She took it. I pulled her towards the bed. I slid over to one side, patting the sheets to indicate where she was to recline. I think I could see the movie percolating through her brain. I figured I had better start easy on the kid. I climbed on top and gave her a kiss. This time there was no hesitancy in her lips. I kissed her like I would an old lover, all the while rubbing my chest across hers.

Trust me, when my chest rubbed you, you noticed. I was excited, so my nipples were little spikes of pink flesh. I gyrated to give the maximum effect, making certain to rub them across hers too. Her arms came up and hesitantly touched them. When nothing happened (I think she thought I would be angry) she stroked them, working her way down to my nipples. I sat up a little and responded in like. Her nipples were smaller than mine, much like mine were when I was ten or eleven.

Her breasts were firm and tight to her chest. I massaged them, thinking of how lucky she was. Bra shopping had to be a breeze!

I started squeezing my butt muscles, which presently were perched on her pelvis. In a few minutes or so she unconsciously started to mimic my movements. This was turning out to be more fun than I anticipated!

I leaned down and kissed her some more, then traveled down her neck, leaving little kisses the whole way. I got to her shoulder, where she tightened up and giggled. "That tickles!"

I moved a little lower, finding one nipple, then the other. I did to them what I knew I liked. A slow sucking motion followed by a flick of the tongue. In no time flat they were as hard as could be. A little noise escaped her throat. It sounded like a groan.

I smile inwardly. She needed it bad. I repositioned myself, working my mouth and very wet tongue down her belly. It was perfect; firm, fuzzy and inviting. She was torn between giggling and moaning as I worked ever southward. I took a finger and parted her pink bunny lips. I expected some protest, but her legs spread wide. I worked one finger inside. She hadn't been lying; her hymen was intact. I wiggling my finger around a little, then slid the dampened digit and found her clit. It was about as hard as her nipples. One light caress and her back arched, lifting her halfway off the bed.

It was sort of sad that she was still a virgin. I had some toys we could have played with. Then I remember that I had purposely left them at the dorm. No point if getting caught with them and having to explain them to my parents.

I moved down the bed until I was between her legs. I pushed up her knees and spread them wide. I put my paws on either side of her hips and rested them on her belly. I could smell her, and while I was a clean freak, I found her aroma to be oddly erotic. I was used to my own personal smell and the only time it had ever been intensified to the point I could distinguish it had been during sex. That thought made me a little moister inside.

I pressed my paws down on her belly, not hard, but firmly. I knew the moment my mouth touched her private area, she was going to come off the bed. I did an exploratory lick and found that I was right. She lifted her hips off the bed and right into my face. She was lucky I was prepared, or my teeth may have severed the part I was trying to arouse.

While she was so elevated, I moved my attention a little lower, working in my tongue before sliding back up to her clit. She groaned and I suddenly felt paws on my head. That was alright, but when she grabbed my ears, I was a little concerned. Thankfully she didn't pinch, but used them to guide me. Like I needed help! But I figured this would make me go at her pace.

I started out slowly, gently sucking and licking her soft, supple tissues like they were lavender flavored ice cream. She was soon putting me to shame in the wetness department, and it was hard to keep up with the trickle of lubrication raining down. I had to fight the urge to poke my finger inside. I knew I could make it past her hymen without any trouble, but I didn't think she wanted that. Instead, I lubed up a finger, which wasn't too difficult, and worked it into her butt.

I could feel her tighten up. I knew how she felt, for my fist few times were the same way. But because of the lube, I made it in before she could fight it. I helped matters some by going a little crazy on her clit. In a matter of seconds she was pulling on my ears. I gently stroked the inner wall of her butt while giving her front a vigorous licking.

My other hand was resting on the front of her pelvis, trying to keep her down on the bed. I worked my finger in a little further, mostly by applying constant pressure and allowing her thrashing about to do the rest.

Needless to say that when she came, it was in a rush of fluid that careened out of control. I pulled my head away, but kept my finger in place. She was actually riding it now as if it were some guy's cock in the correct hole. I think that she had already forgotten where it was. Her movements grew so violent that I had to move in time with her, otherwise I might have caused her some pain.

I was getting turned on by her display of pure passion. I wanted to go down on her again, but she was too twitchy. Every time I tried to start over, she would thrash around and shake her head no.

"I,I,I, I can't take anymore!"

"Pussy!"

She opened her eyes. It was then that she could she me grinning.

"It's not funny! My whole body is on fire. I feel like I have ants crawling on me! And I think I wet myself!" That last part was said like she was really embarrassed for herself.

"That's not pee silly! Trust me, lube is a necessity. Have a dry insertion once and you'll never forget again."

She was gasping for air. "Sure, whatever you say!"

"Whatever I say? I say that now it's my turn!"

Prissy's eyes came open. "Am I supposed to do that to you?"

My lip curled up. "If you think you can!"

"I don't know. Give me a few minutes to see if my body still works. I think you broke it!"

Waiting is always the hardest part.