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Amber sat at the edge of Caitlyn's bed and watched her rummage through her backpack. Their study session for the last semester of their freshman year had involved more snacking and slacking than studying, which neither of the foxes was complaining about. They still had half a plate of graham crackers, marshmallows, and chocolate syrup left, but Caitlyn had something special to share.

"Find it yet?" Amber asked, popping another marshmallow into her mouth. She still felt like a naughty child when she snacked before dinner, even though she was 19 now. "It's not a big deal if you can't."

"No," Caitlyn sighed. "But I really wanted to show you."

"Why?"

"You'll see when I find it." She winced, putting a hand to her head. "I hope I didn't leave it somewhere..."

"Still hungover?" Amber asked.

"Yeah," Caitlyn said. She grabbed her coat and slipped it on. "I'll be right back. Don't go anywhere, okay?"

"Don't worry, I've got enough to last me."

"By the way..." Caitlyn stopped at the door. "Finn is coming in to fix my computer, but don't mind him. Drake won't bother you, he just stays downstairs in front of the TV."

"O-of course not," Amber said. She thought her blush was hidden beneath her fur, but Caitlyn laughed and gave a small wave as she left. Amber heard her pass her brother in the hallway with hushed whispers and a giggle. Then her footsteps faded and Finn poked his head in.

"Not bothering you, am I?" He asked. He had dark eyes and dark hair, a soothing shade of brown that complemented his fur. Amber adored it. She'd been caught looking more than once, and had always caught him looking back.

"No, it's fine," she said. Quickly she brushed some crumbs off the front of her shirt while Finn sat down at Caitlyn's desk.

There was the soft click and hum of the PC turning on, and then a series of beeps. She heard Finn mumble to himself while he leaned over the case. When his eyes darted up she quickly looked away, hoping he hadn't seen but knowing that he had.

Amber was crazy about him. And she couldn't believe she'd been having so many lewd thoughts about him lately.

Before meeting Caitlyn she wouldn't have dared to look at a boy for more than a second. She also wouldn't have gone out drinking late at night or into clubs wearing a borrowed outfit that showed the plump curves of her breasts for everyone to see. Her parents hadn't raised her that way. They also hadn't told her how good it would feel to have admiring eyes on her, or to feel the slow, intoxicating lull of liquor working through her stressed body.

Amber craved it. She craved more of the kind of life Caitlyn was living, and if her good friend did it then it couldn't truly be evil, could it?

Watching Finn pry apart the PC case, she wondered what those hands felt like. They were strong but careful. Would it be intoxicating to have him touching her? What would it feel like?

Thinking, she drizzled chocolate syrup over another marshmallow and popped it in her mouth.

Finn looked up again, and this time he didn't look away. He paused. "You, ah, you've got something on your... shirt."

Amber looked down. Chocolate syrup had dripped not on her shirt, but on her chest above the low-cut shirt. "Oops! Thanks." Without thinking, she mopped it up with two fingers and popped them in her mouth, sucking and licking them clean. It was only when she glanced back to Finn that she saw he was still watching her.

Their eyes met, and he cleared his throat before turning back to his work.

"What?" Amber asked again, feeling secretly thrilled. Now was her chance. She squirted the last of the chocolate syrup onto her fingers and popped them back into her mouth when he looked up.

Finn seemed to like it, because he let out a warm chuckle. "Nothing, you just really seem to like that chocolate sauce."

"Hmm?" Amber looked at him while he shifted in his seat.

Finn's eyes darted to the window and the empty driveway outside. Neither of them knew when Caitlyn would be back. "... You need some help with that, maybe?"

Amber smiled invitingly, and he crawled over to her across the bed. She thought he was going to do something, well, kinky, but then he simply pressed his lips to hers and she felt warmth, tasted mint, and practically melted on the spot. She kissed him and he moved the plate out of the way before moving her down onto the bed that still smelled of Caitlyn's perfume and new textbooks, barely read.

Then she parted her lips and the kiss deepened. Amber could barely believe how good it felt to be so close to someone, with his warn hands rubbing her thighs and pulling her body up against his. Their hips ground together and she could feel a bulge pressing against her through his jeans. She reached down curiously fumbled, and he guided her hand to it.

Seeing her blush he laughed, but it was a warm, inviting sound. "Don't tell me you're feeling shy?"

"No..."

Finn shook his head. "It's okay." He leaned in to kiss her, then moaned when she defiantly slipped her hand down the front of his pants and began to stroke him. "Ah, damn... mmph... you're a natural."

"Really?" Amber was blushing again. She really had never done this before, but before she could say anything Finn was kissing her again, and then their clothes were disappearing. It wasn't something they had to think about. Her shirt was pulled over her head and tossed aside to make way for Finn, kissing down her neck to her breasts. Finn's pants were hastily unbuckled and slipped out of. By the time they were both nude Amber felt a warm thrumming throughout her body as his head dipped between her thighs. "Finn...?"

Finn's tongue darted out, and then she was moaning. He dipped inside and swirled it around, tasting every nook and cranny before moving up to lap at her clit until she was practically trembling. Between her thighs, she could see his eyes falling closed while he focused.

Amber's fingers wove through his hair when he began to suckle at her clit. She barely realized she was tugging at him until he laughed again, then kissed her thigh.

She pouted, wanting more.

He smiled.

Finn leaned over her and she felt his cock sliding against her thigh, free of his jeans this time. When she moved against him he automatically moved against her, pressing against her opening but waiting just a moment to be sure.

This is it, Amber thought. Her body was alive with nervous excitement and desire, wondering what it was going to feel like. If she was going to enjoy it, if she was going to hate it, if she was going to regret it.

Then Finn was pushing into her, and she loved it. She loved the feeling of him slowly filling her, of his breathy moan against her ear, even of the bedsheets twisting under her as she lifted her hips for him.

"Oh, Finn..." She whispered.

Encouraged, Finn began to thrust into her. At first it was slow, both of them savoring the feeling of their bodies rutting together, and then as Amber moaned he began to lose his cool. "Ah, fuck," Finn groaned, biting his lip. Hilting himself in her, he let Amber feel the full length of him and buck with a zealous, lusty cry.

The bed shook as he picked up speed, goaded on by Amber's lips on his and her legs spread wide for him. As if from a distance Amber could hear the wood of the headboard quietly thump-thump-thumping against the wall and the squeaking of the bedsprings, timed perfectly to the way they rocked together. All she could think about was how hot he felt inside her, and how she couldn't stop her hips from moving against him and taking him in up to his swelling knot with every thrust.

She barely realized she was moaning his name until he kissed her neck and whispered, "Shh. Drake's still home."

Amber bit her lip, but the moans just turned into muffled mewls as Finn continued to press her into the bed. "Please..." She barely knew what she was begging for, but when he pushed his half-inflated knot into her and wrenched it back out to keep pumping she knew that was it. She didn't know how, but she knew that she wouldn't be satisfied until he'd crammed it into her and stuck. Every time he twisted it out to keep fucking her was both pleasurable and torturous. "Finn," she whined.

Finn groaned against her neck. "N-not yet..." His hands wandered down her body, pausing to tease her breasts and circle around her belly before finding their way to her clit. Then he really had her moaning underneath him, and didn't bother to silence her a second time.

It wasn't until Amber thought she couldn't possibly take anymore without alerting the whole neighborhood that she felt Finn, satisfied, push his knot into her with a grunt. She felt warmth flooding her as he came, still jerking against her. It was the best thing she'd ever felt in her life and she couldn't imagine it ending, but all too soon it did and they were both left panting and sweaty.

"Oh," was all she could think to say. Finn was looking down at her with those beautiful eyes, and she was blushing again. She tried to sit up but felt a tug between her thighs from his knot, still stuck in her.

"Yeah, give it a minute," Finn smiled sheepishly. He gently rubbed her arms, smoothing down her ruffled fur. "We'd, uh, we'd better get changed quick."

"C-Cait," Amber gasped. Looking outside, the driveway was still empty, but there was no telling when her friend would be back. She couldn't believe she'd had sex with Caitlyn's brother in her own bed. It was...

Amazing.

With a grunt, Finn pulled free and went to retrieve his pants. He hastily buckled them up while stealing glances out the window. "Hurry," he warned. A car pulled into the driveway, and Amber did.

When Caitlyn came back, Amber was on the bed eating the last of the marshmallows and Finn was at the desk. Amber prayed it looked more normal than it felt, and when Caitlyn tossed a brightly-colored bag on the bed and sat down without commenting she thought she was in the clear.

"What's in the bag?" Amber asked.

"I'll show you in a bit," Caitlyn said pointedly, glancing at Finn. She winked at Amber. "Any chocolate sauce left?"

Amber shook her head. "I had the last of it while you were gone, sorry."

"Alright," Finn said, standing up from the desk. "I'll leave you ladies alone. Everything should be working again, just leave it as it is this time, okay?"

"I will," Caitlyn said sweetly. It was only when Finn left that Amber noticed the sly grin creeping across Caitlyn's face. "You horndog, you."

"W-what?" Amber dropped the marshmallow she was chewing at. "I don't know what you mean."

Caitlyn laughed, but she didn't seem upset. "Don't play coy with me." She grabbed the chocolate sauce and tried in vain to squirt out enough to coat just one more marshmallow. No luck. "You did use protection, right?"

"Um..."