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People always laugh when I tell them you and I are just friends.

What we get up to isn't exactly secret. My friends know we mess around quite a bit, and you've told your roommate pretty much everything we've done. That's probably why she didn't freak out when she walked in on us.

Lying beside each other in your bed, clothes in a heap on the floor, kissing, touching, both so into what we're doing that the sound of the front door opening doesn't register with either of us. The bedroom door, on the other hand. That catches our attention. As does a female skunk in a Domino's uniform.

"Are you guys in here?" Barb asks as she bursts in.

We weren't in the middle of full-on sex or anything, but when two people are in nothing but their fur, lying in bed together, you know something's either going to happen, or just did happen. Sadly, we were in the "something's going to happen" stage when she interrupted us. I'd been caressing your breasts, and you had a handful of sheath. We both freeze and turn our heads towards Barb.

"I should have known," she says, already turning around and heading out of the room.

Once the door clicks behind her, we both start breathing again, grinning like fools.

"She's home early," you tell me.

"Yes, I am," Barb says through the door. "Things were slow so I got to leave at 3. My boss felt bad about cutting my hours, so she let me make a pizza to bring home. Get dressed and I'll share."

"Do we have to?" you tease.

"Yes!" she shouts back. "As cute at Jon's balls are, I don't want to look at them while I'm eating."

I am so glad that door is closed right now, as I'm blushing something fierce.

"She right, you know," you whisper, sliding your hand lower, cradling the topic of discussion. "They are damned cute."

"Pizza," I remind you.

"Oh, fine."

We toss on the bare minimum of clothing and join Barb in the living room. She's already changed out of her uniform and is into her first slice. She's set our plates by the pizza box and a couple glasses of water as well.

"I swear, Carrie," she says to you as we sit on the couch, "you guys go at it more than the minks who live upstairs."

"Maybe," you say, "but at least we don't squeak."

I keep out of it, and grab myself as meaty a slice as possible. "Thanks," I say before digging in.

We all eat quickly while chatting about plans for the evening. You and I are going out to dinner shortly, but Barb doesn't really have anything in mind. We both worry a little when she says that, then all share a knowing smile when she makes an excuse to leave. Errands or some such thing.

The front door has barely shut and we're pulling each others' clothes off. We didn't have much to remove, but still manage to leave a trail from the couch to your bed. Our hands and mouths knew what they'd been doing and we pick up right where we'd left off. Not wanting to waste any time, I slide a hand between your legs.

Some furs have an extra bit of fluff down there, but not you. The short fur that covers your sleek, racer's body is the same there as anywhere else. I love how my hand can glide off your breasts, over your tight tummy, and right down to your heat in one uninterrupted move.

I'm a bit shocked at how wet you are when I get my hand down there. I hadn't had the chance to play with you much before Barb came home with the pizza, and you certainly weren't been this turned on then.

"Just what were you thinking about while we were eating?" I ask.

"Doing this," you tell me as you sit up. In one smooth motion you turn your limber body around, put your hands on the bed beside my hips and plant your knees on either side of my head. Without another word, you lower your mouth to my sheath and start teasing the opening with your tongue.

As you begin luring my cock out into the open, I take your hips in my hands and pull you down to my mouth. I know how ready you are from touching you, but don't dive in right away. You love the feel of my tongue on your body, and it wouldn't be fair to deny you that. I start licking around the edges, wetting your short fur and slicking it to your body. It's easy to brush it to the sides like that, leaving your sex totally exposed. Only then do I start licking in the center, getting a real taste of you.

You're not just passively receiving my attentions, and have managed to get me fully hard, and fully inside your mouth. Doing this can be really distracting, and we always end up taking turns losing focus, then trying to make each other do the same. Not today, though. Neither of us wanted to stop when Barb came home, and we're not going to chance another interruption.

This is a race to the finish.

Being on top puts you at a disadvantage, since you can't use your hands as much as I can. I have no problems using whatever edge I can get. You're way too good at what you're doing, and if I don't cheat, I'll never stand a chance.

I move my hands to your ass and spread you wider, breathing in the flood of your scent. I start at your entrance and work my tongue along you, flicking side to side, darting in, pulling out, finally reaching your button. I pause for a second, partly to enjoy the feeling of you sucking me, but mostly so you know know when to expect what's coming next. I wait until you stroke downwards, taking all of me in your mouth again. That's when I do it.

I flatten out my tongue and press it to your clit, just holding it there. I know you can feel the rough surface against you. Just as I know you won't be able to take it as I start pulling it slowly across your button. I don't have to push hard, instead letting the tiny bristles do the work for me. All those tiny touches, so brief, so intense and so damned many of them. You couldn't have kept working on me for anything. My cock slips free from your mouth as you really start moaning.

"Uhhhhhnnnn. Not that!" I'm impressed you could get actual words out while I'm doing this.

So, I do it again.

You give up all hope of trying to get me off and push yourself up into more of a sitting position. The extra pressure forces you harder against my mouth and I change my tactics. I press my tongue inside you and shift my hands again. My right finds its way to your clit while the left slides up towards your chest. You're getting it from three angles now, and won't last long.

I can tell how close you're getting, when your breathing gets ragged. You grind against me and push my hand off your clit, replacing it with you own. I move that hand to your right breast and now have both of them in my hands. I start teasing both your nipples through your fur. That, plus one very deep push of my tongue, is what finally does it.

You push back hard and don't pull forward again. Your body goes rigid, then starts to tremble. It's like an earthquake has started between your legs, and is growing stronger by the second. The shakes radiate outward and soon you're quivering from head to tail. You gush over my muzzle and I drink you in, all the while working my tongue in and out of you. I'm still doing that as your aftershocks begin to taper off.

"Stop." Your first word.

I don't.

"Fuck....stop..."

I pull my tongue back.

"Goo-"

Then push it back in. And you make a sound you've never made before.

"Squueee!"

I decide that's enough and release you. When I let go of your breasts I realize just how much I'd been holding you up. Slowly, you collapse to the side. Your leg passes roughly over my head and you curl up next to me, facing the wrong way on the bed.

"Bastard..." you pant.

"You just squeaked," I point out.

"One word to Barb," you threaten from behind closed eyes, "and I'll have her spray you."

"Noted," I say, but I'm not sure if it registers. You seem to have passed out.

I look down at myself, still hard and ready, but now with no chance of release. "Oh well. It was worth it." I decide to grab a shower and another piece of pizza.

You stumble out of the bedroom around the time I'm putting my plate in the dishwasher. "Heya," I say.

"I don't know why," you say, "but I feel like I should be upset with you."

"For getting you off? Or for winning so completely?" I ask.

"No to the first, maybe to the second. But given the state you left yourself in, I don't know how much of a victory that was for you," you say.

"True. Think you might be up for going out? I don't think we should eat all of Barb's pizza," I tell you.

"Yeah," you agree. "Just let me clean up real quick. You should probably put some clothes on, too. I don't know how long until Barb comes back."

I give you a kiss and we part, you heading for the shower, and me to the bedroom. Your timing was spot on. No sooner was I zipping up my shorts, than I heard the front door open. I threw my shirt on quickly and greeted her as I went back into the living room.

She and I were both blushing slightly, knowing why she'd gone out.

"Thanks," I say. It doesn't help with the blushing.

"No prob," she says before disappearing into the bedroom.

Yeah. "The" bedroom. Even though it's a two-bedroom apartment, they have it set up so they share one of the bedrooms. Blame a landlord who'll only spring for one air conditioning unit. On the bright side, since both girls are artists, they've got a nice, shared studio space in their home.

When you come out of the shower, I let you know Barb's back. I'm sure she wants some time to herself, so we hurry up and make our exit and soon as you're ready.

Dinner is great. We hit up a neighborhood cafe we both like, then catch a local singer at a nearby pub. Several pints later, things are winding down and we find ourselves walking back to your place. We pick up some beer for home on the way.

Barb's up watching TV when we get there - some wretched "so bad it's good" horror movie. We join her and share the beers around. We drink, laugh, make fun of the movie and have a great time just hanging out. The movie ends and Barb gets up, announcing she's going to bed.

"G'night guys. Thanks for the beer and company."

"Sure thing," I tell her.

"No problem," you say.

Once Barb's gone and the door's closed, I point out that there is a slight problem. "What about us?" I whisper.

"'Us?'" you tease. "I had a great day, remember?"

"Okay. What about me?" I ask, looking down towards my crotch.

"All right. Fair's fair, I suppose. But we can't do anything here," you say. "You mind walking back to your place?"

A 15-block walk is longer than I wanted to wait, but I don't have much choice. "Let's go."

You duck into the bedroom for a second, probably telling Barb you'll crash at my place tonight. I like that you watch out for each other. Two girls in a big city, and all that. It's good to have friends. We leave, you lock up, and we're on our way.

The night is cool, but not cold. Spring is mostly here now. I can get away with cargo shorts, a t-shirt and a hoodie, but you bundle up a little more. We hold hands on the way back, but don't talk much. When we're by the park a couple blocks from my pace, you stop.

"Come with me," you say.

"Huh? We're almost there," I point out.

"No, dear. We are there."

"The park?"

"Follow me," you insist. "I want to show you something."

I'm not sure what you're thinking, but I play along, and follow you into the park. It's not a large park, maybe a quarter of a block overall. It's got trees on all sides, and the light from the streetlights doesn't get that far through the new leaves. There's a sandbox in one corner, a couple of swings and a see-saw, too. The main attraction for the neighborhood kids is the castle.

If I were an eight- or nine-year-old cub, this place would be heaven. It's a concrete castle, with a large entry and towers on all four corners. The towers are maybe 10 feet tall, if you count the parapets. There's a central tower over the entry that's slightly higher, complete with a flagpole in the middle. There's no flag anymore, as it was stolen years ago by vandals. The castle shouldn't even exist, really. It violates every possible safety regulation for playgrounds, but it was built decades ago, before most of those were written. The city proposes tearing it down every few years, but it's so solidly built that the cost of removing it and putting in a proper jungle gym is prohibitive. So here it stays.

We're a little big for it, but you're limber enough to get up the kid-sized stairs on the inside as quickly as the kids can. It takes me a bit longer, but I make it as well. When I reach the main tower, I find you leaning back against the wall, grinning madly.

"Something tells me we were headed here all along," I say.

"You got me. I got drawn in here by the sound of the kids playing when I was walking home from your place one time. It's too crowded in the daytime, but now we've got it all to ourselves."

"Yeah, because it's nearly two in the morning," I point out, walking over to you.

"Exactly! Nobody here to get in the way or complain when I do this." You pull my face down to meet yours, kissing me passionately. As I take your head in my hands, you lower yours and start unzipping my hoodie. You push it back off my shoulders and I briefly release you and let it fall to the ground. When you start tugging my shirt off, I break the kiss.

"This may be a bit risky," I say, taking hold of your hands.

"Don't worry," you tell me. "Nobody's going to come in here at night. Even if somebody walks past the park, they can't see us, so we just have to be quiet."

Clearly, you've put a lot of thought into this. Maybe I shouldn't give in so easily, since this is something we could get arrested for, but I can see in your eyes just how turned on you're getting, and it's having quite an effect on me. I relent and let you pull my shirt over my head.

The temperature doesn't bother me, but I wonder how far you're willing to go. I start to unzip your jacket. "Not yet," you say, stopping me with another kiss. I don't push the issue. You don't want to take anything off yet, but it's clear you want me in my fur. I don't fight you when you undo my shorts, pushing them and my boxers down. When I'm out of my clothes you toss them all in a pile near the wall. "Don't want them in the way," you tell me.

You start rubbing my back as you press your body against mine. You push hard, forcing me to walk backwards. I don't resist, but stop when I feel the cool metal of the flagpole against my back. When I bump into it, you move a hand to the back of my neck, pulling me into a deep, deep kiss. I don't notice your other hand going into your jacket pocket until it's too late.

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK

What's that-?

CLICK-CLICK-CLICK

The second time I hear the noise, I feel something close around my left wrist. Pulling away from your kiss, I look down. The handcuff locking my wrist to the pole looks very familiar.

"Are these...?" I let the question hang there.

"No," You grin. "These are mine. Similar model to yours, but no safety catch. You've got to have the key."

When you mention the key, you step back towards the battlements and show me a chain around your neck. In the dim light, I see something shiny and silver dangling from it.

"And what's to stop me from just taking that away from you and freeing myself?" I ask.

"Hmmm," you ponder. "You are bigger and stronger than me. Faster is arguable, but you're right. Better not to risk it." Before I can say another word, you pull the chain off and hurl it over the castle wall. I hear it fall into the bushes somewhere in the darkness below.

"Carrie! Are you nuts?!?" I hiss at you in a panic. I look at my clothes and realize there's no way I can reach them with my wrist locked to the flagpole.

You walk over to me and press a finger to my muzzle. "Shhhh. Don't worry, kitty. Make me happy and I'll go find it for you."

You did promise to use cuffs on me that night on my balcony, but this - naked, in a public park - was not what I'd expected. I'd thought our sex life was pretty adventurous already, but clearly you want things on a whole other level. All I can do is watch as you step back and start undressing.

You only take off your jacket and shirt to start, placing them on top of my own clothes. I get one more kiss from you, then you start working your way down my body, nibbling, teasing, tasting, ruffling my fur. I expect this to continue when you reach my sheath, but again, you've got your own ideas. You squeeze your breasts together around it, sliding them up and down as you squat in front of me.

In spite of my anxiety over the situation, you have me responding quickly. I start to present and you lower your head, licking my cock as it emerges. Soon there's enough of it out for you to really work with and you go down to your knees. Your hands move from your chest to my sheath and sack and begin working them in time with your mouth.

I'm trying to be quiet, paranoid that somebody who lives nearby, or worse - a cop, might come walking past the park and hear us. You don't share my worries, and are slurping and moaning around my cock just as you'd be doing if we were back at my place.

"Shhhoooooh!" I try to hush you, but the sound that comes out isn't the one I'd intended.

Maybe that's what you were waiting for, because as soon as I do that, you stop and stand up. "I think you're ready," you inform me, while stripping off your pants and underwear. They join your other things on top of mine. You take a familiar foil packet from your jacket pocket and stand before me, dressed only in shadows and moonlight. I've never been so turned on.

It takes you mere moments to get the condom on me, then you place your hands on my shoulders. "This is why I only cuffed one of your hands," you say. "Catch!" You jump and pull yourself up, wrapping your legs around me. I get my free hand under your ass and help you stay up. A quick wriggle and a slight adjustment in position have me sliding inside you.

And all my fears vanish.

I should be worried about getting discovered. I should be scared that we're going to get arrested. I should be concerned about any number of things. But all I'm thinking about now is making you feel good.

I can't do things quite as well as I'd like, only having the use of one arm, but I manage. You help out, gripping me with your legs and using your arms to rock your body up and down. I've fucked you many times, but this is different. The risk, the danger - they make everything more intense. When your nipples brush through my fur and rub against mine, it's like sparks shooting through me. The weight of your body pushes my sheath as low as it can go when you slide down, getting part of me inside you that's never been there before. Everything feels different, the tension in my legs from holding us both up, the feeling of your heels digging into my back, your teeth on my neck as I thrust into you. It's like having you for the first time all over again.

And like our first time, it doesn't last nearly as long as I'd like.

My orgasm hits me hard. I have to bite down on your shoulder to keep from growling at full volume. You hug your body to mine and moan as I burst inside you. I have a hard time staying on my feet it's so intense, and by the time I'm done shooting, I can't.

I lower myself slowly to my knees. You drop your feet to the ground when I've got you low enough, and my cock falls free, practically dragged out of you by the weight of the condom.

"Oh, baby," you say when you see how full it is. "I think you were into this even more than me." You get something out of your jacket before joining me on your knees. I'm so sensitive that I wince when you slide the condom off. When my eyes reopen I see you putting it in a small bag and tying that closed. "For the trash," you explain. Is there anything you didn't plan for?

I'm leaning against the flagpole, still trying to get control of my breathing and my body as you start dressing yourself. I'm maybe halfway back to normal when you're fully dressed and standing in front of me. I look up at you and smile. "Are you happy?" I ask.

"Very," you tell me. "Let me go find that key."

I close my eyes and sigh as you scamper down the stairs of the castle. I hear you rustling about in the bushes, looking for the key.

"Jon, I can't find it!" you say in a loud a whisper as you can manage.

SHIT! My eyes snap open and I'm no longer feeling hazy at all. This is not good! It's only when I stand up that I notice my clothes aren't where she put them earlier.

"Carrie!" I hiss back. "Where the hell are my clothes?"

You walk back from the castle so I can see you. When I do, I also see you're holding my stuff. And you're smiling?!?

"What are you doing? I need to get out of here. I need my clothes!"

"So get out of there," you tell me, openly giggling now.

"Hello?!? Key?!?" I remind you.

"You don't need it. Those are your cuffs. The key was just for show," you barely get the words out before your laughter, and the strain of trying to remain quiet, makes it impossible for you to speak. I can see you shoulders shaking as you drop to the ground.

When you said I needed the key, I took you at your word. Now, though, looking at the cuffs, I see that they really are mine. A simple flick of the catch and I'm free. Naked in a playground, but free. I get down from the castle as quickly as I can and find you sitting on the ground, still giggling.

I squat down in front of you and raise your chin with a fingertip. "You know there's going to be some serious payback for this, right?"

"Oh, I hope so," you grin.