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The next morning I awoke to find Reno nestled behind me, his warm arousal tucked snug between my thighs, so hard and throbbing already. I teasingly clamped my legs together around his length, and earned a sharp gasp and then a grunt of pleasure from him.

"Good morning, otter," I giggled sweetly, bringing my paw down to play over the flared, thick tip, and I drew a dab of precum from the slit and spread it around his flesh.

"Good morning yourself, you little tease," he responded and brought his arms around me, until his large paws held my breasts firmly. "That was so hot last night. The perfect night. And I got to cum in your ass, Leilani. I'm your first, right?"

I blushed. He had been my first for that, yes, but I decided to be coy. I do not like letting my sex partners get the better of me. "Well, I did have someone lick me back there once." I wet my lips and seized some of his hard flesh to tug. "It was very strange to feel, but I liked it. Very different and yet pleasurable." Still tugging, I smiled, teasing more. "And there was the time Michael put his finger into me and rubbed. Aaand...oh, let me think..."

"Oh, Lani, you're terrible." He growled and squeezed my breasts. "Come on, just say it...please?"

I bit my bottom lip and then slowly pulled away, rolling over onto my side to face him. "Yes," I said gently and kissed him. "You are the first to cum into my ass..." Even as I said those words, I got excited, and drew his hardness up a bit with my paw, ready to get to my knees and mount him beneath me.

"Good, I win!" Reno laughed and rolled over and off the bed, then headed to the bathroom and slammed the door, still snickering.

I looked after him in disbelief then smiled devilishly.

Oh, you silly, clueless otter.

I got up from the bed, splashed a little of my favorite perfume about my breasts, tummy, and legs, and slinked into the bathroom after him.

There was no way I was letting him win.

Much later, we were saying goodbye for the day in front of the lodge. He kissed me again and said, "I'll be staying in town a few more days still. I know you probably want to take in all the sights here, so if you want to meet back up...and...do some things...?"

I smiled and nodded, giving him a warm kiss. Reno can be a paw-full at times, but as a lover, he certainly sates me. "Of course. I could call you when I get back."

"Sounds great." A taxi approached and he quickly kissed me again. "I love you."

I looked at him, at a loss for words. I had heard that from others with whom I had shared my affections. Love, to me, is universal, Diary. I mean, I could love a pina colada, a nude swim in the ocean, or the way someone strokes my body. To love something, or someone, means that you truly enjoy whatever or whoever it is very much.

Sometimes I do wonder, even now, if we should find another word besides "love" to use for those times when we enjoy someone's company so much, we would be lost, alone, sad, or afraid without them. Something even more powerful than love itself, that goes so deep within our bodies, that it actually makes us more alive.

I smiled widely and nuzzled him. "I love you too." That seemed to warm him up significantly. He shyly backed away and, with a dopey smile, got into the car and waved as it drove off.

I puffed my cheeks and sighed deeply. My one companion in this large, strange city was gone, and Johnathan, whom I thought would be coming back, wasn't due for a few days yet. I resolved to get lunch on Bourbon Street, then spend the afternoon walking about the French Quarter, before returning to the lodge for dinner, a night swim, and then perhaps a luxurious bubble bath with the otter, if he returned early enough. The two weeks spent in the Florida Keys were exhilarating, but my body was still not used to the times as yet. I found myself sometimes so sleepy I could drop before 5:00 PM, and then wide awake as early as 3:00 AM.

Street traffic was heavy, being an early Saturday afternoon, but I managed to locate a delightful seafood café that served my now-favorite crawfish and Cajun sauce. While I dined, I noticed a group of four black vixens huddled in a booth close to mine, watching me curiously. All wore rather fetching colorful sundresses and were raven-haired beauties, with matching green eyes, close to my color, and petite figures. Around their arms, I noticed several bangles of silver and gold, with strange symbols I had never seen before.

I paid them no mind at first and ordered a beignet laced with powdered sugar to end my meal. As I was finishing the fritter cake, the vixens from the booth across from mine walked slowly over and stood above me. I looked up at them and saw they were smiling, but their eyes seemed almost hard, like cold steel.

When no one spoke, I softly squeaked uncomfortably, "H-hello?"

One of the vixens smiled warmly, and it seemed like the coldness faded. "You are absolutely stunning, my dear," she said in a thick Cajun accent I had come to accept and admire. "Isn't she just the most beautiful otter you all have seen in some time?"

All agreed with courteous nods and I blushed, suddenly self-conscious. "Well, th-thank you so much. Um, you are all very beautiful as well." Which was the truth. Now close up, the vixens were young, vibrant girls in their twenties at most, with very slinky curves, voluptuous breasts, shapely legs, the kind of female bodies I really liked.

"Well, we try our best," the first vixen replied, "Takes a while to look like this. Someone like you now," she chuckled and her bangles jingled as she laid her paw on my shoulder. "Probably no effort a'tall, am I right?"

I laughed shyly. "You would be surprised. After a swim, I am at my wit's end getting my hair and fur to behave again." Two of the vixens sat down across from me, and one of them gently took my paw into hers.

"This webbing is so amazing," she gushed, stroking my paw slowly. "You otters are so strange-looking and yet so sexy."

"The webbing helps us swim, and keeps water away," I smiled and added, for fun, "Plus, they are very useful when I want to secrete a little lubrication and grab something."

The vixens laughed and the other two joined my booth, pressing quite close to me. "Fascinating. Tell us your name, water spirit."

I blinked and then smiled, feeling suddenly like I was a celebrity. "Leilani. Leilani Perierre."

"Ohhhh, she's French!" the vixen holding my paw squealed.

I giggled. "Mai oui, mademoiselle. Well, a little anyway. I am French Polynesian."

"Oh wow, a girl of the islands. You just get better and better, Leilani."

The other vixens nodded and then the first vixen from before nuzzled my cheek. "You must come with us, Leilani. You are perfect for our group and we sorely need a fifth."

"Oh, what is this for, some sport perhaps?" I was excited at the thought of partaking in some kind of activity, especially if it was new and Westernized.

The vixens looked at each other and grinned. "Well," the first said, "In a manner of speaking. Do you like, um, learning new crafts?"

"Oh!" Now I was more excited and I babbled. "I do! I love diving for pearls and shells and making lovely trinkets from them, and collecting hibiscus blooms and creating leis and things like that for visitors and friends. I have a large collection of paintings back home too. I use dyes from the flowers as my colors. Are you all artists?"

The vixen across from me chuckled. "Stefania, maybe we should tell her a little more?"

The first vixen nodded solemnly. "Agreed, Isabella. But not here. Leilani, please come back to our house with us? We would love to show you more of our skills there, and why you would be ever so welcome." She hugged her arm around me, with her breasts pressed against my side under her sundress. Under the table, I could feel two sets of bare, vixen footpaws caressing the side of my legs slowly up and down. Their soft toes aroused me, caressing along my fur with all the gentleness of long-time lovers. I began to churr louder as one of the girls propped her foot on the bench I was sitting on, and tucked it between my legs, her toes reaching just enough to press against my mound. I had neglected underwear again, completely forgetting that I was no longer on my carefree island, and that there were certain wardrobe requirements when going out into public.

"Marianna, what are you doing?" Stefania gently growled at the vixen who was doing her level best to get my juices flowing.

The vixen looked sheepish and slowly pulled her foot away. Already, I could feel beads of perspiration dripping from my folds. "S-sorry, sister," she stammered and averted the other fox's gaze.

Stefania hastily nuzzled my cheek again. "You will have to forgive her, Leilani. She is obviously quite attracted to your scent." She sniffed deeply of me. "Which, if we may be so bold to point out, is quite alluring." Now her paw slipped from my shoulder and gently squeezed my left breast.

"Y-yes..." I whimpered and closed my eyes. There would be no further attempts to refuse their invitation. I really wanted the companionship, and their forward attitude towards me reminded me very much of Roxanne and Rhonda's affections back in the Florida Keys. I will admit, the thought crossed my mind of being nude with four girls at one time, Diary, and it had me wildly turned on, even more than I could bear. If they liked my scent so much, I was suddenly very eager for them to sniff me, and touch me, and taste me as much as they liked.

"I...I would love that very much," I said, practically whispering, and Stefania brushed her mouth along mine in a warm kiss.

"Then it's settled, dear sister." She looked at the others, her smile faltered slightly, and her eyes took on the same coldness as before. "The circle is complete. Come."

As one, the four girls rose up from the booth and surrounded me, and we walked as a tight-knit group out of the café and back into the afternoon sunshine.

"It's not too far to our house, Leilani," Isabella took my paw. "Did you drive?"

I shook my head. "I have neither the skills nor patience to learn."

She grinned. "Good. Walk with us. And we'll show you skills you could never dream of possessing, water spirit."

I nodded, not really sure what she was talking about. Perhaps I was lured by their obvious attraction to me, or I was simply curious what these lovely girls had in store. I did not realize what had just happened to me, but the thought of an afternoon of love-making with the vixens was impossible to turn down.

It was fair to say I was completely under their spell from the very start, and I had no idea what incredible, and dangerous, adventure awaited me.

I slipped my arm into Stefania's and we all laughed together, like old friends, sashaying down Bourbon Street, oblivious to the many stares and lusty glances that followed our every step.