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Stripes

by T. Glenn

I woke up way too early in the morning--my phone said 5:12 a.m. I groaned as I realized that the room was still spinning. I should not have been drinking so late when I knew that I had work in the morning. Still, the cute jaguar from last night was worth it. We met on the app meet, and I ended up spending a few hours over at his place drinking and watching movies. If I didn't have to work this morning I'd probably have stayed the night with him--I'd had a pretty nice time with him. Not to mention the sex was good, and his lithe feline body was one of then nicest I'd seen in a long time. I don't usually go for other cats, but I was feeling particularly horny and he'd been too. I laid in bed for a moment, letting the room spin around me. Work started at 8 today, and I felt like I wouldn't wake back up in time if I stayed in bed. I got out of bed with a groan, and walked over to the bathroom to take a shower and brush my teeth.

Feeling a bit better after the shower, I went into the kitchen to put on a pot of coffee. From the kitchen I looked out over the rest of my small, but modern one room apartment. I lived there more out of choice than necessity. I wasn't married and didn't have a boyfriend that I wanted to live with, so I chose to move into this little apartment to save some money after college. I still had a few hours before work, so I took my time brushing out my fur and then getting dressed in my work suit. I have to say that I look pretty good in a suit, even if it's just a conservatively styled work suit. I poured myself some coffee in my favorite mug--which was white with the words "Sexy Kitty" in black and orange letters. Sitting down on the couch with my coffee and a bowl of cereal, I flipped on the TV to see if there was anything interesting on the news (there wasn't).

I let my thoughts wander back to Mark, the jaguar from last night. He lived over on the other side of town with his brother (who was gone on a business trip last night). I wonder if Mark has plans tonight, I thought. It was a Saturday, so I figured there was a good chance he had the day off.

Maybe I should see if he wants to go out to dinner, I thought.

I felt much better after I finished my coffee and cereal, with only a slight headache to remind me of the gratuitous amount of wine I drank with Mark. My phone told me that the time was 7:02, so I figured I should head to work. Stepping out into the hallway of my apartment complex, I locked the door and headed down the hall. On my way down to the garage I ran into the handsome gray wolf who lived a couple of doors down from me.

"Hey, good morning." I said as I walked past him

He answered back, with "Hey bro."

He was panting pretty hard, so I didn't fault him for being brisk on his way back to his apartment. I wasn't entirely sure if he was gay, but I got a good vibe from him the few times that I spoke to him. Maybe I'll invite him over to hang out sometime, I mused.

It was Saturday, which meant I only had to work until 1:00 p.m. and then the other pharmacist would be in to relieve me. It was a pretty good job and I really enjoyed it, but it was sort of boring after a while. Still, the pay was really good and it allowed me to have a very comfortable lifestyle. The day wore on and when I was down to my last hour of work I decided to text Mark to see if he had any plans for the night.

After some small talk I found out that he was free, so I invited him out to this really fancy sushi place downtown. I called the restaurant and made reservations--I'd only been to the place once before and wasn't sure if I needed to, but I didn't want to look stupid.

The other pharmacist showed up a little early, an older female coyote named Jen. She always took the time before I left to tell me about what her grandkids were doing.

"Michael is doing really well in school this year," Jen told me, "It's his senior year, so he's sending out applications for college."

"That must be exciting," I said to her, "Does he know what he wants to study?"

"Well he was telling me that he was thinking about studying Biology," The little coyote said, "I think he wants to be a researcher or something. But you know, kids are always changing their minds, I bet he wants to do something else but the end of the school year."

Jen was a really nice little lady, but she was one of those people who could go on and on if you didn't stop her. I told her that I was going to be late picking up a friend, and bid goodbye.

I pulled into the garage of the complex, and headed back up to my apartment. I lived up on the third floor and didn't feel like walking up the stairs, so I took the elevator up. As I went to unlock the door to my apartment, I saw a sticky note on it which said

Hey text me sometime.

It's Adam. From down the hall.

I was positively giddy, that's for sure.

"He must've left this after I saw him this morning." I said to myself. Stepping into the apartment, I pulled out my phone to see if I had Adam's number saved. I think he had me water his plants one time when he was on vacation one time (I didn't think people really did that. I thought it was just something you see in movies), and I had his number from that. I did already have plans for the night though, so I decided I'd probably text him on Sunday or the maybe the next weekend. I changed into my house clothes--basketball shorts and a wifebeater--and made myself a sandwich for lunch. I kicked back on the couch to eat and watch TV for a while, and thought about how lucky I had to be that my neighbor was into me. I finished eating and checked the time, which was 2:30 at that point. I wasn't really sure what to do with myself for the next few hours, so I spend some time cleaning up the apartment and picking out the outfit I wanted to wear for my date. After some deliberation, I settled on a black dress shirt and some of my nicer jeans. My general idea on fashion is that less is more, and my orange fur contrasts nicely against black fabric.

My reservation at the sushi restaurant was for 6:30, so I still had plenty of time to kill until then. I debated with myself about whether to go to the gym, but I just ended up hanging out in front of the TV again. I sent Mark a text to see what he was doing, and when he said he was just relaxing at home, I invited him to come over. He sent me a text that said "sure", so I gave him my address and got up to brush my teeth. I was kind of excited to have the jaguar coming over. I thought that there was a pretty good chance that we'd end up having sex, but given the fact that we had dinner planned for later, I decided that I wouldn't try to hard to get him in bed.

Thirty or so minutes later, I got a text from Mark telling me that he was down in the garage. I took the elevator down and walked into the garage, still in my house clothes. Standing with his eyes locked on his phone, was a very smartly dressed little jaguar.

"Hey there," I said as I walked up, "How's your day going?"

"Pretty good," He said, tucking his phone into his pocket.

"You want to head up?" I asked him.

"Yeah, sure thing." he replied.

I led him into the elevator and hit the button for the third floor.

As we rode the elevator up I looked at hime closely--he wore a navy blue dress shirt and some black slacks, and he was wearing an incredibly intoxicating cologne.

"You look really handsome," I told him, "And you smell wonderful."

"Thanks," he said, "You look, uh..."

"Yeah I'm sorry," I told him, "I figured I'd get dressed up a little closer to dinner."

"Oh yeah, no problem," He replied, "I only got dressed so I wouldn't have to go back home before dinner."

I led Mark into my apartment, and closed the door behind me.

"This is a really nice apartment you've got here," He said as he looked around, "Sometimes I feel like I should move out of my place and get something like this. It's not bad living with my brother, but you know."

"Yeah that make sense." I remarked.

I went over into the little kitchen nook in my apartment, "You want anything to drink," I asked Mark, "Water...wine?" I meant the last one to be a joke, but he said he'd like a small glass of wine, so I got a glass for each of us.

"Thank you," he said, taking the wine, "What is this, Moscato?"

"Oh no, it's Chardonnay," I replied, "It's a favorite of mine."

"Wow it's really good," he said appreciatively.

"You want to watch TV?" I asked him, "There's this really funny show that I think you'd like."

He said that was okay, and asked him to make himself comfortable on my couch.

I plopped down myself down on the couch and cuddled up next to him, which he seemed more than okay with me doing. I powered up the on-demand, and played one of the shows I love from the first episode for Mark. For about an hour we sat there, cuddled up and enjoying the delicious Chardonnay. I was a good foot taller and about 60 pounds heavier than Mark (tigers are usually bigger than other cats), and it felt really good to have the smaller jaguar pulled up against me. To be honest, I was ever so slightly tipsy from the wine, and feeling kind of horny. Mark was resting against the right side of my body with my arm wrapped around him. Without saying anything, I began to use my paw to massage his chest. He exhaled heavily--which I took for approval--so I gradually intensified my rubbing. The cute jaguar looked up at me expectingly, and bent down to kiss him. After a moment I took his glass and set it down on my coffee table. I pulled him onto my lap, facing me, and laid myself down on the couch. My paws firmly grasped his thighs, and I kissed him passionately. I could smell the scent of his cologne strongly in my nose, which only strengthened my feeling of desire. Through my basketball shorts, I feel his butt grinding on my now erect cock.

I pushed Mark away from me a little

"What is it?" He asked.

"You want go into the bedroom?" I whispered in his ear.

He nodded and got off of me. We both stood up from the couch, but rather than let him walk, I picked him up and slung him over my shoulder.

After entering my room and moving over to the bed, I put him down in a way that I though was playfully rough. He seemed to approve of it, and gave me a sultry smile. I climbed on top of him and bent down to kiss him roughly, my hands moving down to unbuckle his belt. The belt came off without much trouble, and I pulled his pants off excitedly to expose his nicely shaped dick. I moved down his body kissing him as I moved down, and took his cock in my mouth. The little jaguar moaned with pleasure, and squirmed a little as I sucked him. I put my paws on his hips and pulled him into my muzzle, eliciting a gasp from Mark.

"Oh, that's good." He said in between his throaty moans.

"You ready?" I asked him

He nodded, smiling widely enough for me to see his pretty white teeth.

"Good," I said chuckling.

I rolled him over on his stomach and pulled my shorts and underwear off, tossing them to the floor. I laid myself on top of him, using my weight to pin him down, and killed his neck. I exhaled heavily against his neck, using my warm breath to make him gasp passionately. I pressed my throbbing member against him, grinding back and forth.

"Hold on." I said

I got up and went over to the door where I kept my lube and condoms. After sliding on a condom and lubing up my dick, I took some lube and rubbed it under the tail of my jaguar. I pulled myself back on top of him, and guided myself under his tail with my paw. I found my mark without much trouble and slowly pressed myself inside. Mark gasped sharply, grabbing my sheets with his paws.

I pushed all the way inside him and stopped for a moment, to let him get used to me. I pulled his arms up above his head, and began to thrust in an out. I started slowly at first, gradually increasing the speed and intensity of my movement. I felt Mark pushing his butt back into my hips, which lit something of a primal urge within me. I let go of his arms and placed my left paw on the back of his neck, pressing him down into the bed. I was close to cumming at this point, and I got a little rough. At the same time, the jaguar began to make some very interesting sounds,

"I'm so close..." he moaned to me, pausing after each word.

A moment later his ears folded themselves flat against his head, and he let out a throaty growl as he climaxed. Not long after, I did the same--roaring loudly as I let my desire flow into him. I let myself lie on top of him for a long while, the both of us breathing heavily from the sex. Mark turned his head to look over at the full-length mirror that I had in my room, in which we could see ourselves on the bed.

"Hah, stripes look good on me." He said up to me.

"You're so cheesy," I laughed.

After cleaning up and getting our clothes back on, Mark approached me.

"So, here's the thing," He said (giving me instant anxiety), "That was really fun, but I think I'm going to head out."

"You don't want to go out to dinner anymore?" I said, disappointed.

"It's not that I don't like you," He said, "I'm just not really looking to date anyone."

"Ah, okay," I said, "Well that's okay."

After a short goodbye, Mark left my apartment and I closed the door behind him.

I sat down on the couch, just a little bit sad. I didn't think I'd end up dating Mark, but I did have a nice time with him and thought the dinner could have been fun too.

I looked at my phone and saw that I still had a little over and hour until I was supposed to be at the restaurant. I pulled up the number for the place, my pad hovering over the call button when I had an idea. Opening up my messages app, I started a new text to Adam, my handsome wolf neighbor, and sent a message:

"Hey, it's Lawrence. Have you had dinner yet?"

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