Naughty Paws - Summer Heat
Naughty Paws
A Series of Romantic Encounters
©2014 CarLOS Penguin
Preface
Dedicated to my tireless proofreader, the inspirational and lovely Victoria Fox.
Summer Heat
"Classes, work, reserve training.... UHHHHHHG!" Victoria growled in exhausted frustration and she dropped her duffel bag and fell face first on to her bed shortly after noon on this hot and muggy summer day.
She didn't even notice her stomach growling with hunger. This was the first time in six weeks she'd been in her own flat and one of the few she didn't have to spend in a tent being either too hot, too cold or in any other way, bloody uncomfortable.
She had thirty-six hours to herself before the next assignment and felt like she could easily sleep it away. Too tired to undress, it took less than a minute for the red vixen to be snoring with her muzzle between the pillows of her queen sized bed that was old and out of shape, but so heavenly comfortable at that very moment.
She awoke what seemed like minutes later, her fur soaked in sweat. She sighed and rolled over on to her back. Realizing she was still dressed, she unbuttoned her blouse without opening an eye. She gave a low growl in frustration and sat up to remove her boots. It was then that she saw it was half past eight.
"Even rest eludes me!" She sighed and ran her hand through her sweat dampened hair. By this time, her hunger couldn't be ignored. To make matters worse, her insides burned with the fires of her coming into heat. "Awww, jus' great!" she growled sarcastically.
Between exhaustion, the weather and now her biology, her short time off was to be extremely uncomfortable one.
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"Ya gotta make yerself scarce tonight, Ronnie! Gotta sheila comin' over to... uhhh.... study. yeah! That's it, study! Heh."
Ronnie was a second year molecular biophysics student at King's College. An overly serious student married to his books while his dorm room mate was a flamboyant international student from Australia by the name of Reese. Ronnie found him extremely annoying socially, but when Reese put his gears into motion, was easily his intellectual equivalent.
"I have to study, Reese. Can't you get a hotel room or something?" Ronnie quipped.
"Oi! Yer always harpin' on me I can't buy mac & cheese. 'Ow the hell am I gonna.... aw c'mon mate! Go to a club or somethin'. Live a little. You're only young once." Reese waved his hand dismissively, knowing Ronnie's circular reasoning could go on all night.
"A club?" Ronnie shuddered. He was not the social type. But if Reese was going to make grunting noises all night with some female that was fascinated by his accent, a club would be the only thing open late enough. He could hit a café, but caffeine and him didn't mix and restaurants had a seating fee, even late.
"Fine." Ronnie said in resignation and transferred his study materials onto his tablet. "But when I get a burd, you bugger off, right?"
"If you get a girl up to the dorm mate, I'll rent me own flat!" Reese said with a chuckle.
Ronnie was annoyed with the comment, but his room mate's logic was sound. Running a comb through his hair, he grabbed his tablet and left the room.
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Victoria felt somewhat better after a long, cool shower. She put on a sheer blouse with puffy sleeves and her high cut, tight fitting shorts with lace trim about the leg openings. Given the temperature and humidity, she decided to go bare pawed instead of her usual boots when she went clubbing.
She looked in the mirror and adjusted this and that on her blouse. "Total trailer trash!" she chuckled. Grabbing her purse, left the apartment.
"Oooooh, your a pretty one tonight, Viccy!" Jared, the local cart vendor said as he passed her a sausage dog. She piled it high with an unusual amount of condiments.
"Why, thank you!" She shoved half of the overstuffed treat in her mouth and rolled her eyes in pleasure.
"They don't feed you on bivouac?" He asked with a chuckle.
She nodded and wiped relish and mustard from her whiskers. "All too healthy. Time for real food!"
After she was convinced she wasn't wearing her quick snack, it was off to a club for a pint or three and perhaps, quench another hunger her body craved.
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Ronnie sat in a booth as far away from the band as he could. Burying his mind in chemistry lessons on his tablet, he effectively blotted out the noise and crowd and was in his own world. That was until a loud knock on the table conducted its way up his arms, alerting him that someone wished his attention.
"Yes?" He looked up from his tablet, annoyed at the interruption.
A punk-dressed waitress with flaming pink hair in a style that could have been straight out of the 1980's stood across from him. Speaking in an annoyingly cockney accent, she explained, "Ya been 'ere an hour, luv. No cover, but ch'a gotta order somethin'."
"Oh yes, of course!" He shouted above the loud music to her, forgetting he was being rude to the business. For all his social shortcomings, rudeness was something Ronnie didn't tolerate in himself. "I will have a plate of your most inexpensive food, loaded with condiment only if free and a pot of tea."
The waitress scribbled the order and rolled her eyes, "Students."
Having been snapped out of his own thoughts, Ronnie looked around at the crowd. The lights flashed in sync with the music, making accurate evaluation difficult of the individuals bouncing to the beat on the floor. He saw humans, canids, felines, cervines, all sorts of creatures in wild dress. "Why couldn't I have chosen psychology?" He said aloud to himself.
An attractively dressed 'wolfess' leaned over his table, bringing a smile to his face despite himself. "Feel like some company, handsome?" 'She' said in a definitively masculine voice.
Without missing a beat, Ronnie smiled, "Thank you, no. I'm waiting for someone." He lied his best to not be rude.
The 'wolfess' cocked 'her' head, sensing the brush off, "Your loss, cutie." 'She' disappeared into the crowd.
"Why does this have to be the best, bloody pence-pinching hangout?" He said to himself and picked up his tablet again.
"NACHOS! CHEESE! DROWNING!" Victoria shouted from the stage seating to the waitress, who jotted and nodded and moved on to the next guest.
The beat entranced her. She couldn't help but stand and sway her body to it. Her fluffy, vixen tail swaying to and fro, her hips swaying as provocatively as the smile on her face. Heat or not, the club, the crowd, the music, had a hypnotic effect on her.
She moved about the floor in a "bump and grind" with anyone she was close to. Felt-up and groped, she let it empower her sexuality, raising her arms and doing the "dive" as a bloke simply held on to her lightly and she rubbed her body up and down against his hands.
At one point, another female vixen grabbed her cheeks, bumping muzzles and plunging her long tongue down Viccy's throat.
"Oh gawd honey, gimmie your number for another day!" She said in an erotic daze.
Wrapping her hands about Victoria's shoulders and looking at her seductively, "Already slipped it in your purse, hun. Pussy won't satisfy your heat. Go get 'em girl!" She shouted and slapped Victoria's ass hard, causing her to yip and be snapped out of her trance.
She turned around and almost ran into the waitress who was holding a large basket of nachos, drenched in coloured cholesterol. It was a heavenly sight. She scooped them up with a smile like a child being offered a jumbo candy bar.
"That'll be a pound, luv." The waitress casually said as Victoria fingered through her purse and pulled out a note, handing it to her.
She sat down at the first table she could see that wasn't overloaded and began to chow down like a fox in a hen house.
*crunch, crunch, gulp! Munch, crunch....*
"Ummmm, hello?" Ronnie asked the vixen who seated herself next to him going at her basket of crisps like it was her first meal in a month."
She paused and looked over startled, not realizing anyone else was in the booth. In her head, she shouted, 'A BLOKE!', but her proper upbringing translated that into, "Oh, hello. I can move...." She said and began to stand.
"No, no, that's awright." Ronnie replied. Amused at the fact the vixen had a piece of cheese hanging from her grease-wetted muzzle, he smiled, "Please stay. At least you're a real girl."
Victoria sat down, cocked her head and blinked.
Ronnie waved his hand and chuckled, "Something that happened earlier. Never mind." He tried to sip his tea casually, but acted clumsy and nervous, "So what's your name? I'm Ronnie."
"Viccy." She replied. "Or Victoria, or Foxie, or Hey, you!" She chuckled as did Ronnie, who looked like he needed an ice-breaker.
"Having fun at this party?" Ronnie asked, feeling a little more relaxed.
"Yes and no." Viccy replied. "Would be nice to have some male company." She forwardly said, batting her eyelashes.
'Did she just do that, to me?' Ronnie thought to himself, his study oriented mind being derailed by the flirty vixen. 'Naw! Pretty burds aren't into anorak's like me.' Dismissing her flirt, he thought to be a gentleman and offer her a tea from his pot.
"Would you like a...."
"Drink?" Viccy said, having moved herself right next to him, catching him off guard, pushing his study material away. "I thought you'd never ask." She said in a sultry voice. She waved the waitress over, "Two pints, please."
"But I...." Ronnie began to say that he doesn't drink on study nights.
"No worry, they're on me, handsome." Viccy replied, her biology ruling her mind and misreading Ronnie. Not that she gave a damn any more as to what he was thinking, she knew for sure what she was!
With a giggle, she mischievously took Ronnie's thick, black-framed glasses off and put them on, sliding them down on her nose. "Whadd'ya think? Do I look like a teacher?" She smiled and unbuttoned her blouse a bit, exposing her ample cleavage and raising an eyebrow. "How about now?"
"I... uhhhh...." Ronnie stammered, his brain turning to mush. 'Can this be happening? To me???' He thought as his pulse raced.
"Your assignment is late. How ever will you make this up to me?" Viccy lowered her long hair and shook her head.
Looking down, she noticed a bulge in Ronnie's shorts, complete with damp spot to the side of the zipper. She ran her hand gently down his chest and over the bulge. Ronnie gasped with a slight eye roll of pleasure. 'Yep, he's mine!' The predatory vixen thought to herself.
'Oh God, this *is* happening to me!' Ronnie thought to himself and silently prayed for nothing to screw up this moment. But, where would they go? Reese had the dorm for the night.
Viccy pushed the table away somewhat from the booth and straddled Ronnie's lap, wrapping her arms around him and giving his neck a lick. She nuzzled him, murring softly and gave his ear a gentle nip with her canid teeth.
Ronnie was quickly discovering things about himself; he liked this forward vixen, he liked licks and that little nip! He cupped the sides of her breasts. She gave a moan and ran her fingers through his hair. "It's... so hot in here." She said with a sigh, grinding her pelvis on his lap.
"W... we can go to your place and..." He offered.
"No... need you..." Viccy replied as she stood in front of him, opening her blouse and dangling her soft, furred breasts against him. She unbuttoned and unzipped her tight shorts, wiggling her hips as she worked them down and off.
Ronnie was enamoured by the little show she gave as she removed her shorts, her breasts bouncing and swaying. His eyes were fixed as her light tan belly fur gave way to long, thin hairs that ineffectively covered her swollen, bright pink labia that glistened with dampness in the multicoloured lights of the club. He didn't know if it was the music, or his heart that was pounding.
She leaned over and gave him a forceful, passionate kiss. As their lips were locked, he felt her tugging at his shorts, opening them. The discomfort of his bound erection was released, followed by the sensation of her fingers and manicured claws running over his shaft.
Straddling him again, she lowered herself with deliberate precision as he felt himself slip into her in a single, pleasurable motion.
"Much better!" Viccy said with a toothy grin, their noses touching.
Ronnie's expression of pure pleasure and amazement intensified as she began thrusting her hips. Slowly at first, Ronnie slid forward in the booth giving her more room and slipping deeper inside the vixen.
It wasn't long before Ronnie felt the pent-up pressure welling up inside. He moaned and breathed heavier as Viccy thrust faster and licked his neck, whispering, "Cum in me baby, don't hold back."
Her words said in the pants of passion was enough for him to feel himself swell intensely. He gripped her hips tightly and with a moan of release, sent his streams into the vixen who quivered with ecstasy.
They held each other, looking into each other's eyes for some time. "Did this just really happen?" He said aloud his thoughts accidentally.
"Uh-huh!" Viccy gleefully smiled. She kissed him one long, last time before standing up and slipping her shorts back on and buttoning up her blouse.
As she sat down beside him, he was still fully exposed as the waitress was standing there at the pushed-away table having delivered the pints. He quickly pulled up his shorts and looked extremely embarrassed. The waitress didn't bat one fake eyelash, as if she'd seen everything all before and nothing would surprise her.
"That'll be four pounds twenty." She said casually and held out an open hand. Viccy dropped a fiver and waved for her to keep it.
"I think I'll have that drink now!" Ronnie said. They lifted their bitters in a toast and cuddled romantically until the morning.
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Reese had coffee and toaster waffles on the go when Ronnie returned to the dorm.
"Oi mate! Thanks for the alone time last night." Reese said with a wink.
"No, thank you!" Ronnie replied with a smile and placed his tablet on the desk.
Reese looked at him puzzled for a moment, then a big smile filled his Aussie face, "You lucky little dag! Catchin' a naughty on the fly, eh? Or'd ya hit-up a polly waffle?" He laughed.
Ronnie smiled, "The best things in life are free."
"Ahhhh, ya cheap bastard!" Reese tossed him a waffle and laughed. "Where'ya specs, mate?"
Ronnie checked his pockets with a concerned expression. He gave a sly grin, "Guess I have to go get them."