{"sf1_id":837544,"sf2_id":null,"title":"Up In Smoke","author":"StGeorgesHorse","words":4467,"posted_at":"2015-03-24T12:16:00.000Z","tags":["1970s","Drugs","First Time","High School","Illustrated","Leopard","Lioness","M/F","Masturbation","Sgtklark","Sleep","Teenagers","Underage","Vaginal","hippie","sex","summer"],"url":"https://fse.anthro.fr/stories/837544-up-in-smoke","original_url":"https://sofurry.com/view/837544","image_url":"https://www.sofurryfiles.com/std/thumb?page=837544\u0026ext=.jpg","description":"#30 of Miscellany\n\nThe wonderful  sgtklark rendered his impression of part of this story as the wonderful illustration you see here.Please give the talented sir a big round of applause for his immediately recognizable and visually pleasing style! Thanks Sarge!","content":"                You\nknow, I'm so much older now in comparison to my age in the story I'm about to\ntell you. It's funny how some things come full circle. In this I speak of the\npush to legalize marijuana. I was a kid back in the late sixties to early\nseventies when everyone was smoking pot. The recent news has brought back a\nflood of memories, not the least of which was my first sexual experience. It\nstarted as an embarrassing situation, thanks largely to my somewhat strict\nupbringing. \nYou know how moms are.\n                I was a\ntypical fourteen year old, with my fangs growing longer and my hair beginning\nto change color. By the time I hit twenty I was one handsome dude, but back\nthen I was still awkward and ungainly, especially for a leopard. Teenage years\nsuck and no one will ever convince me otherwise.\n                My\nparents; really my father but mother decided to go with him; went on a business\ntrip. Dad was a businessman and told mom if she could find a sitter for me then\nshe could come on one of them. I thought I was old enough to stay by myself,\nbut they said there wasn't going to be a chance of that. There was plenty of\ncrazy shit going on back then, with the Black Panthers and all, and they didn't\nwant to risk trusting me by myself. The last thing they wanted was a report of\nthe pigs showing up.\n                The\nlingo? I'm talking about the seventies of course.\n                Can you\nimagine how embarrassed I was, knowing what the kids would say when they found\nout I spent a week of my summer vacation stuck with some old bat in a bouffant\nhairdo whose wings smelled like patchouli? I'd never live it down. I intended\nto hide in my room the entire time.\n                I\ndidn't find out who the sitter was until the day they left. I was pretty depressed\nabout the whole thing, and unlike you spoiled brats today, I didn't have game\nsystems and the internet; hell even the television was pretty much just a\nhandful of channels. I couldn't just immerse myself in something electronic and\nhide from my problems. So when that morning came, I was ready to barricade my\ndoor.\n                \"Gregory,\ncome down here and see us off and meet your sitter. She'll be staying the\nentire week, so you be nice to her, you hear?\"\n                I\ndragged myself down the stairs and felt the dread rise in my heart. As I got to\nwhere I had a clear view, I saw three sets of legs. One set was dad's and the\nother mom's, but the third set was thin and shapely and sleek below the\nhemline, and I had a boner before I even saw the rest of her. Anyone with legs\nlike that couldn't be all bad!\n                I\nnearly tripped the rest of the way down, in part because I was in a hurry to\nsee who this was, and in part because I did see her and nearly expired before\nreaching the ground floor. It was Shanna! Yeah, I know. You have no idea who\nshe was. Give me a chance to spit it out.\n                She was\na senior. I guess you could say she was the\nsenior girl. I knew she did babysitting to earn money, which was weird since\nher parents had plenty of it. But she was also on the cheerleading squad and\nhad been homecoming queen. I mean, sure, she had graduated a few months ago, so\nshe was technically an adult now, but it was hard to think of her that way.\n                She was\nwearing a wildly patterned, loose fitting shirt, a knee length skirt and\nsandals. Even just a glimpse of her perfectly arranged tawny fur and hair was\nenough to make me want to shoot a load in my pants. She was the epitome of the beautiful,\nsexy, sultry lioness.\n                I\nsuddenly wished I had known who it was, as my own clothing was about as unhip\nas it got. I was immediately  more\nself-conscious now of her presence than I ever was at school. There, all of us\nuncool guys just sort of blended in. Here, her and I were going to be\ninteracting one on one. Sadly, I was stuck for it.\n                \"There\nyou are! Gregory this is...\"\n                \"I know\nwho it is mom. Hi Shanna.\" I didn't sound enthusiastic because while my\nhormones were roiling, my emotions were muted by the fact that I was totally\nembarrassed and confused. This was the girl everyone wanted to date, and here\nshe was baby-sitting me! This was totally\nfucking embarrassing! I'd never live it down, except to my nerdy friends, who\nwould be jealous because they didn't know any better. I was thinking that I\nmight have actually been better off with some old bat.\n                \"Hi\nGreg!\"\n                She\nknew my name! That gave me hope until I realized that she had to know my name\nbecause mom and dad told her. She probably had never even noticed me at school.\n                I waved\ngoodbye to mom and dad as they drove off for the airport. Shanna was standing\nbeside me waving too, and I was very self-conscious about it. My cock was trying\nto crawl out the top of my shorts, and it was long enough to do it. I excused\nmyself, went to my room, locked the door and stripped as quickly as I could.\n                I had\nsome lotion in my room under the pretense of have dry hands and feet. I doubt\ndad believed it, but I think he understood. He was busy and didn't have time\nfor doing a lot of things together, but I think he remembered his own teenage\nyears. He let a few things fly that other parents might have flipped out over.\nAnd come to think of it, it was probably his idea to hire Shanna!\n                I\ngrabbed the lotion and a dirty t-shirt from the pile on the floor and went to\nwork. My paws grasped my rod (there was room for both) and stroked it fiercely,\nall the while picturing Shanna as the object of my lusts. It wasn't the first\ntime, but this time it was more real. She was in my house for real, and that\nadded more verisimilitude to my fantasy.\n                It\ndidn't take long for me to explode all over my belly and chest, even to the\npoint of feeling droplets striking my face. God that felt good! I beat my meat\nall the time, but this one topped the all time winner's list, even if it was\nover way too fast. I had a feeling I was going to be doing a lot of this over\nthe next week.\n                I got\ncleaned up and sauntered back downstairs. She was sitting on a stool at the\nbreakfast counter, talking on the telephone with one of her friends. She didn't\nhear or see me, so I sat down where I could eavesdrop, to see what she was\ntalking about.\n                I was\nfairly hip on slang, and figured out that they were talking about partying and\nsex and dope. I got down on the floor to get closer, sneaking past the end of\nthe couch. From her perspective, I didn't think she could see me. I moved my\nhead and looked up, finding that her head was turned, but that she would\nprobably catch me if I stayed too long. Just as I was pulling my head back I\nlooked under the counter and found I could see up her skirt! I about blew a\nload again! She was going commando!\n                I\nlingered so long that I was nearly discovered. I hid just in time and\nbacktracked until I knew she couldn't see me. Thank god the phone had a short\ncord or she might have been pacing the room with it. As it was, I jumped up and\nquietly went up the stairs, turning around at the top and noisy clumping back\ndown. I passed the kitchen door, waved to her and stepped outside. She waved\nand smiled and went back to her discussion on the telephone.\n                I had a\nweek to figure out a way of getting her into bed. Hell or high water, I was\ngoing to get me a piece of that. Feline heredity aside, I intended to go ape on\nher slender body. That cat was one hot fox!\n                I\nwalked behind the garage where I couldn't be seen and dry-jerked myself until I\nsplattered a load against the back fence. I had it really, really bad!\n                I was\ntotally flustered around her, sitting though supper mostly stuffing my face and\ntrying not to say anything stupid. She on the other hand was a delight. She was\nvery relaxed and open, at least in talking to me. I actually found myself\nchilling a little around her.\n                My\nblood pressure was still up though, for once in a while she would lean this way\nor that, revealing her nipples though the material of her top, or leaning\nforward to give me a view down the neck of her blouse. Whether this was on\npurpose or just by chance I did not know. But I enjoyed it to no ends.\n                That\nevening, rather than push my luck and ruin any chances I might have had with\nher, I went up to my room and spent the next hour rubbing my wood until it\nshone with a high polish. I shot enough loads to fill a jar and I still\ncouldn't get the damn thing to deflate. I was smitten with that kitten and if I\ndidn't dump at least one load in her I was going to die!\n                I was\nsitting up there with the door closed when I smelled it. I didn't know what it\nwas, other than to say it was smoke. I pulled on some clothes and opened the\ndoor. The smell wafted in much stronger. Dad smoked, but this wasn't his brand,\nnot by any means. I slipped down the stairs and found Shanna watching the tube,\na glass of alcohol on the coffee table, a doobie in her mouth and her free hand\nbetween her legs.\n                I have\nto admit I had two thoughts at that moment. The first was, shit, she's drinking dad's scotch! Followed by, I hope she put a towel down or mom will be\nfurious about the stain! I told you I was geeky!\n                Then I\nsaw a bottle of liquor I didn't recognize, and realized she had brought her\nown. Cheeky little thing! She came well prepared! The doobie glowed and ebbed\nas she sucked it down, snubbing it out before lighting another one.  I had never even seen one before, much less\nsmelled the smoke. It was a peculiar aroma and I inhaled deeply to etch it in\nmy memory.\n                Shanna\nfinished the second one, all the while fingering herself. With her now free\nhand she sipped at her glass and was soon glassy eyed. She had a far off look\nin her eyes, like she was staring past the television screen and into the\naether. The glass, which was thankfully empty, clattered to the floor but\ndidn't break.\n                I\npadded up to the couch, very quietly, and picked up the glass. Shanna was\nsitting there eyes half-lidded, slightly slumped over, her hand still between\nher legs. I snapped my fingers to see if she would respond. \nNothing.\nI tilted her head back to look at\nher face. The expression was part blankness and part nirvana. She was totally\nstoned!\nI was shaking in my nonexistent\nshoes with my next thought.  I pushed her\nagainst the back of the couch and pulled back her blouse for a good look. The\nlight was dim, but a perfect pairs of breasts were exposed.  I stared at them for a moment, ready to run in\ncase she started to come to. I then remembered her hand and pulled it free,\nlifting her skirt for a good look. Her crotch hair was much like the rest of\nher hues, being more fluffy and full. Straight down the middle was a glistening\npink slit. My cock nearly climbed out of my pants and tried dragging me straight\nfor it.\nNot wanting to fuck things up, I\nreached in and pinched the inner part of her thigh. Nothing. She was totally\nout. I sucked in a breath and slipped my fingers to her crotch. The warm\nmoistness was a real turn on. I slid in a finger, turning around inside her,\ndesperate now to get my cock in there. I fiddled around with one hand while my\nother stroked my aching meat.\nI heard a sound that spooked me for\na moment. It was her moaning softly. I had found, and was playing with, her\nclit. I didn't know what one was back then. I had lingered over it because it\nwas a noticeable protuberance. Apparently I ended up rubbing it the right way,\nfor while pain had no effect on her, pleasure did. I blamed the drugs.\n                She\nmoved a little, stretching lithely like the cat she was before falling over on\nher side, still mostly unconscious.  I\nwas as jittery as a cat at a dog convention, worrying that I would be found\nout. But she suddenly started snoring. I waited a moment before throwing her\nlegs up on the couch. Still nothing animated from the head end. She was in\ndreamland.\n                Now,\nthe idea of rape never entered my mind. She was here, I was here, and neither\nof us was voicing any complaints.  I\npulled up her blouse, revealing that wonderful pair of firm, pert tits. I rubbed\nmy fingers across her nipples just to be able to say I had, and she let out a\nlow moan that nearly freaked me out again. When she did nothing more, I\nreturned to playing with them. \n                She was\nletting out little groaning and mewling noises as my fingers worked them over.\nHell, if she was having half the fun I was we were both in great shape. I\nstopped long enough to get undressed before climbing up on her and continuing\nto play with them. No matter how hard I rubbed them, she seemed to enjoy it,\nthough she never opened her eyes even once.\n                I finally\nhad enough with her chest. My cock ached for her cunt, and I mean ached badly.\nI pulled her skirt up higher on her thighs until the hem was on her belly. I\nspread her legs and stuck my face in her crotch. I didn't know a thing about\neating a girl out, but I had read a few things in the few porno mags I had been\nable to snag. I was a little creeped out by sticking my face down there, but\nthat lasted about ten seconds. After that it was heavenly.\n                I\nstruggled with my physical needs for I wanted to just nail her and get it over\nwith, but at the same time take every advantage I could before doing so. I\nmight only have this one chance and I was going to make the most of it. As my\ntongue lapped at her cunt, and played with her clit, I felt her move. The next\ninstant her paws where on my head. \n                She\ngroaned before uttering, in a hazy, drug filled voice, \"Jerry, I finally got\nyou to go down on me!\"\n                I had\nno idea who Jerry was, but if she liked it, who was I to stop? The last thing I\nwas going to do is talk though, because drugs or not, she'd probably recognize\nmy voice and snap to her senses.\n                I\nlicked her out until she came, another first for me. I didn't know what to\nexpect from her, but the result was pretty intense. As it was, she left dents\nin my scalp from her nails. Her scream was a primal call of the wild and once again,\nmanaged to unnerve me until I remembered there was no one around to hear it.\nAfter she was done she dropped back down, as limp as a noodle.\n                That decided\nit for me. I was going to go for it. I climbed into position and was going to\ngo for the gold when her paws reached up and grabbed a hold of me. I don't mean\nlike my sides; she got a grip on my cock.\n \"You're bigger than I remember.\"\n                My ego\njumped a dozen levels with those words. At this point I was afraid she was\ngoing to come to her senses, and to stave off any abrupt ending before I could\nblast a load inside her, I clicked off the television, making the entire room\ndark. Her hands were velvet gloves, and the power behind them was surprising\nconsidering her general appearance. She stroked my cock far better than I ever\ndid, but then, she was a girl and I wasn't. That had to make a psychological\ndifference.\n                She\nplayed with me for a few minutes and I was content to let her. But she\neventually let go and grabbed my sides, pulling me into the region I so\nanxiously wanted to be. I knew what a virgin was, and I knew that she didn't\nqualify. But I didn't care. Hell, from what I had heard, that was a messy\nbusiness. We were on the couch, and any more mess would have landed both of us\nin hot water.\n                And\nspeaking of hot, as the tip of my cock hit her hole, I knew I was hooked on\nsex. She was superbly wet, and as my tip spread her open, I could see, just\nbarely in the light filtering in from the streetlight, her eyes open wide as I\nwas drawn inexorably inside her. Driven was probably a better word, for she was\ndoing it all by herself. I was so nervous that I let her pull me down. The\nentire time she was groaning and cooing as my cock filled up her hole. I didn't\nknow what to expect and despite that, this was far better than anything I ever\ncould have imagined.\n                As you\ncan guess, the incident has stuck with me for all these years. You never really\nforget your first time.\n                I\nthought I was done with surprises, but when her arms came up and wrapped\nthemselves around me, and her whiskers tickled mine; when those wonderful lips\nfound the set belonging to me, I was hooked. I kissed her like I had always\nimagined I would kiss a girl and it was beyond compare. Her tongue wedged\nbetween my lips and past my teeth, making straight for a rendezvous with\nmine.  I did my best to respond\nappropriately, finding myself to be way out of my league.\n                She\nwrapped her legs around me and did was I was too overcome to do; start moving.\nI was plenty overwhelmed, as I think I said, and the thought of moving while engaged\nin kissing seemed foreign to me. How could I do one while doing the other?\n                I found\nout.\n                She was\nwrapped around me like a python. Her arms and legs were as lithe and flexible\nas a gymnast's and she had the strength of a linebacker. I don't know if I\nenvied this Jerry or pitied him. Guys liked to be the dominant ones, and Shanna\nwas nothing close to being submissive. Maybe it was the dope, and maybe not.\nShe was from a matriarchal hierarchy after all.\n                It took\nme just a bit to sort myself out. Masturbation wasn't nearly as complicated as\nthis was, nor was rubbing yourself raw even remotely as thrilling. I found a\nrhythm to match her thrusts and soon had my hips pounding a staccato beat all\nthe way to her womb. Her claws dug in from all four extremities as things began\nto heat up.\n                I\nmanaged to get my paws on her shoulders, but only after slipping through her\ngrasp. It gave me a better purchase from which to launch my attack, a feverish\nassault that could very well have been mistaken for rape had the observer not\nnoted that the girl was as much a part of the action as I was. I was pounding\naway like my life depended on it, so much so I'm afraid to say that when she\nstarted to scream I put a paw over her mouth.\n                She bit\nme.\n                Actually,\nshe bit me because my hand was there and she probably knew she needed to keep\nthe noise down. Still, it hurt like hell!\n                Funny\nthing was, the pain was making me crazy. It amplified the pleasure like a lens\ndid the sun.  In the next five minutes I\nthink I wore an inch off of my spine. And other parts as well. Her screaming\nresumed, allowing me to pull my paw away and grab that shoulder again. Her pitch\nincreased until my ears hurt and the drinking glass shattered.\n                I\ndidn't know how girls had orgasms, not outside of what I had read. The real\nexperience was fantastic! Her cunt massaged my cock even better than her hands\nhad done. I savored the feeling as long as I could but eventually I couldn't hold\nout any longer. I shot a hot load into her with the explosive force of a\ncannon.\n                She\njerked up and tried to kiss me, but missed and ended up biting my lip; she bit\nit until I bled! She wasn't an easy lover. I know that now from my advanced and\njaded point of view. But at the time, I thought that it was the most wonderful\nthing under the sun, moon  and stars! I\nhardly understood how much she was going to ruin my future experiences. It was\ntough to find a lover equal to her after that. I take that back. It was\nimpossible. It simply never happened. \n                And I\nspent a long time looking.\n                Her\nlegs never unwrapped themselves from me. I don't know if it was something\nconscious on her part, or if she was simply frozen up from her orgasm. She was\nstill twitching around me, and I was still no closer to having my erection\nsoften than I had been all day. Her hips started bucking again and in no time\nwe were back at it. I'll tell you honestly that there was no closer thing to\nheaven for a kid my age than this.\n                As she\ntook over again, I did have a clear thought or two, one of which was that I\ncould never tell anyone anything about this. It wasn't that I would get in\ntrouble. No one would ever believe my story. Even if they knew she was\nbabysitting me, they would assume that any story I came up with was going to be\na lie. Keeping this all to myself was going to be the most Herculean task I\never had to do.\n                I was\ndriven out of my thoughts by a pain in my shoulder. She had sunk her teeth into\nmy clavicle and was hanging on like a feral might do to its prey. Praying is\nwhat I was doing, hoping that she let go before she drew blood. A lip I could\nexplain away, but a shoulder would be far more difficult to gloss over.\n                Feeling\na little vindictive, I sank my own teeth into her exposed flesh. That was a big\nmistake. She retaliated until I screamed and let go. That was when I knew I was\nfound out. She let go too and whispered n my ear.\n                \"You're\npretty tough, you know that?\"\n                \"Uhhhh.\"\n                \"What's\nthe matter?\"\n                \"You\nknow who I am?\"\n                \"I'm\nhigh, not stupid.\"\n                \"And\nyou're OK with that?\"\n                \"Boys\nare so slow. If I wasn't OK with it, would we still be locked together like we\nare?\"\n                \"Uh, I\nguess not? Then you're not mad at me?\"\n\"For what? You're better than my\nboyfriend.\"\n\"I am?\" I suddenly felt even better\nthan before. I was like a kid getting behind the wheel of a hot rod and winning\nthe race on the first go.\n\"Sure you are, and you come\nequipped with a better tool for getting to the hard to reach places.\"\n\"Tool? Oh, tooooolllll.\"\n\"You're a little slow on the\nuptake, but your output is pretty great. I was hoping this week wouldn't be\nboring. Money is nice, but it isn't everything.\"\nBoring? I can honestly say it is still\nthe most memorable week of my life. It was an impossible act to follow. I had\nmy first girl, my first booze and my first weed. I learned all about oral and\nanal, including a few things I wasn't ready for, not by a long ways. But I\ndived into everything like an eager beaver.\nFor a homecoming queen, she\ncertainly had the cumming part down pat, whether it was her own orgasms or\nmine. As for the queen part? I worshipped her for a week. After that, life was\na letdown. She had no interest in me as a person, which made sense. Why should\nshe? I was four years younger and she was an adult. But she didn't abandon me\nentirely. We met up once in a while, for a day here or there, when I could get\naway, and then we made a racket loud enough to raise the dead.\nSometimes I still wonder to this day\nwhatever became of her. I have a few souvenirs from that week, like a couple of\nvery yellowed reefers and that colorful top she wore on her first day at the\nhouse. The aromas that were associated with them in the past have long since\nfaded, but just looking at them is as good as any commercial aphrodisiac.  \nWhich reminds me of an old hippie\njoke.\nHow many hippies does it take to\nscrew in a light bulb?\nIt's a trick question; hippies\ndon't screw in light bulbs, but they will screw just about anywhere else!\nTrust me, I'm not lion. \nBut Shanna was!\n \n                                \n \n\n                \n\n "}