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A Slice of Lex: A slice of James

By Jenny Harlow

James had known Christine for a while, and had a crush on her ever since he'd seen her for the first time. He had only recently found out Christine had epilepsy, never actually talking much about it with her, or talking with her much at all. He had just heard about her getting home from the ER and something about this news made him realize how much he cared for the small mouse girl. James by nature was small and shy, actually a lot like Christine. He was afraid of either scaring her off, or possibly damaging the relationship they'd already built up, which wasn't much, having only met each other for a few hours every other Saturday at the school's GSA. He sighed as he looked at himself in the mirror, repeatedly asking himself out, stressing over each syllable of each word. Finally he sighed, "I wish I wasn't such a honkin' dork," He said, throwing himself down on the twin bed of his dorm, his roommate had been gone for the weekend, giving the squirrel ample time to try and build up his courage. He had Christine and Lexi's address by the wolf, having been invited to hang out sometime as part of the group. Finally he bucked up, and stood up as tall as he could. He attempted to subdue his wild, yet short black hair, adjusting his small earing in his ear. He left his apartment building, and got onto his motor scooter. He stopped twice to check his phone for directions, but otherwise it was easy enough to find the apartment building. His steps echoed quietly on the wooden floors of the hall as he traveled across the fourth floor, his heart pounding nervously.

Finding her apartment, he knocked on the door. On the other side he heard two sharp quick knocks, he hadn't hung around her long enough to know this meant "Please don't come in yet," and instead figured it was her way of saying "come in."

The door had been left unlocked so that Mat could come in once the mouse was done changing clothes. James walked in, not knowing this. "Christine I..." She was standing back facing towards the door, pulling up a small pair of gray and pink striped panties, the angle she was bent to revealing the rear edges of her small lips as well as her butt. James felt as though he were going to faint, Christine pulled the underwear up in a hurry, turning to face him, arms folded across her chest, a look of shocked surprise and annoyance on her face. "I'M SO SORRY OH MY GOD!" He said turning around quickly. "Look, I know this makes me look like a creeper but I promise I wasn't trying to do anything. Lex gave me the address to your apartment building, I came because I wanted to ask you out. I'm sorry I'll go now." James started to leave, but Christine put a hand on his shoulder turning the squirrel around. She motioned to her phone, and James put his number in for her. She then used her free hand to indicate that he should turn back around.

Moments later his phone buzzed. The text read simply "I'd actually like that a lot, I'm sorry you caught me this way. I wish you would've asked me out sooner."

"I was scared," James admitted, leaning his head against the closed door. "I didn't want to ruin any chances of at least having a friendship with you, even that I was barely managing. I had a crush on you the moment I met you"

His phone buzzed again, "It's alright, I actually felt the same about you, after you would come up and talk to me in that shy stammering way." There was a wink emoticon after that. "What made you change your mind?"

"I heard you'd been in the ER and I didn't know if it was serious or not, it took a lot of questioning to find out that you'd had a seizure. After that, I realized how much I cared for you, and how much I wanted to be with you."

Christine didn't text again and he was wondering if she was wondering what to say next. He felt her hands wrap around him from behind, placing him in a hug around his waist. He didn't blush until her small, bare breasts bumped against his back. She turned him around, slowly. He saw her still undressed and tried to look away. She brought his face towards hers, kissing him. James felt everything in his body going weak, her mouth was so warm and he could feel her breath tickling his cheek as they held each other for a moment. Finally she stopped, and moved back a little, taking his hand and moving him over towards the twin bed. She lay back, moving James's held hand up to her breast, gently resting it over her heart on one of the soft mounds. James moved forward, kissing her,gently letting his hands explore her figure. Without necessarily meaning to, he slid his hand down past her navel and made contact with her panties. Her eyes opened wide, and she made him move so she could stand up. He was afraid for a second that she'd make him leave. Instead, she walked over and locked the door. When she returned to the bed, she gently slid her panties down, revealing the small line of pink in the middle of her gray fur. She sat back on the bed, her back pressed to the headboard supported by pillows, her legs spread slightly with her knees bent. The squirrel gently, almost curiousy, moved his hand towards her, gently rubbing the side of it across the pink slit, letting his thumb touch her clitoris on the way, he stopped when he reached the bottom, unsure of what to do next. He looked up and Christine who looked at him with a mixture of curiosity, wondering why he'd stopped, and nervousness. Letting instinct take over he quickly moved his first two fingers, rubbing them softly inside her velvety folds. It was obvious from the way she was breathing that she would've been moaning if she could make any sound at all. He continued to finger her, exploring her inside completely, letting his thumb gently rub her clit. He timidly moved his mouth closer to her, taking a moment to breathe in her scent. He could feel himself becoming aroused as well, the feeling in his pants one he couldn't quite describe. He let his tongue flick out gently running it around her folds, while reaching his hand into his own pants. He rubbed his cock, letting himself get completely lost in the moment. Christine shook slightly as he tasted her folds. James and Christine were both really not sure what to expect, they were both virgins, only having masturbated in the past. James sat up, feeling a warmth spreading through his own crotch, and a pressure building inside. He started to take down his pants, then froze. He sighed pulling his black jeans back up. "Chrisitne, before we go any further, there's something I've got to tell you."

The mouse cocked her head slightly, sitting up cross-legged. Her breathing still a little ragged from her slowly fading arousal. She picked up her phone, texting quickly. "What's wrong?" She asked, showing him her phone and placing her hand on her shoulder.

"I wasn't... I mean I'm..." He stammered, finally he looked her in the eye, seeing her search his face concerned. "I wasn't born James." He burst out finally, he could tell now that the mouse was really confused. He sat on the bed next to her, "When I was born, my name was... Jasmine..." He said quietly, pulling his knees to his chest. He took off his shirt, "I still have the scars from where... " He froze as he felt the mouse trace his chest along the pale white scar, he shuddered slightly. He gently took her hand and guided it away. "On top of everything else, this is my first time... Not just since I... Ever. "

Christine looked at him, a small smile spreading on her face. She placed her hand on his heart, before gently placing his hand on hers. She wrote a brief message. It simply said, "mine too."

He stood up, a little embarrassed. "I don't know, I can leave if you want... I know this is kind of awkward to deal with." Christine stood up next to him, nearly as tall as he was. She slowly pulled his pants the rest of the way down, leaving him in just his boxers. He blushed a little, inhaling sharply as she pulled his boxers down as well. She stared for a second at what she saw, James shifted his feet slightly. Curiously, Christine reached out to touch it, feeling over the surface. She gently lowered James back onto the bed, she gently grabbed his cock. James had received a phalloplasty, and Christine was impressed by it. It was her turn to explore now, she gently flicked her tongue out touching it to the head, she slid it down the shaft, tasting every inch of it. The squirrel let out a squeak as she hit the base of his shaft, Christine backed off afraid that she'd hurt him. "It's really sensitive there..." He said, "You didn't hurt me, it actually felt really good."

Christine grinned, moving her face in front of it once more. She opened her mouth wide this time, slowly taking him into her mouth. She quite liked it, more than she thought she would. She set up a gentle rhythm, bobbing her head back and forth on his shaft. The squirrel leaned back against the wall, unable to do anything more than stare down at the mouse. The two had barely talked, yet here they were. Months of pent up mutual crushing led to this, not helping anything that the mouse was feeling unusually horny. After a few minutes he motioned for Christine to stop, gently coaxing the mouse up to almost sitting on his lap. He slowly reached down and began squeezing what would have been his right testicle. His phallus started rising, becoming more and more erect with each pump. Finally, he leaned forward, pulling Christine into both a passionate kiss, and further forward onto his now erect cock. Slowly she let herself down on it, letting a slight deep breath escape between the locked lips. She was awkward at first, rising shakily off of him before sliding down harder than she meant to, causing the squirrel to grunt in discomfort. Slowly she got the hang of it, once more setting herself into a rhythm. She felt full, he wasn't above average by cismale standards. He was lost in the sensation of warmth sliding up and down on him. He began thrusting his hips as well. Christine put her head on James's shoulder, and she wasn't really sure why, but she let her front teeth sink slightly into his skin, he seemed to appreciate it as he leaned into it. Christine and James both closed their eyes as the speed of their mutual thrusts increased. James didn't even notice when the bathroom door opened, Christine opened her eyes. She made direct eye contact with Victoria, whose jaw was agape. "I'm sorry!" she mouthed before quickly exiting the room and quietly shutting the door. Christine really couldn't complain, having several times walked in on her and Lex in the middle of their escapades.

Christine let her focus come back to the current situation. She felt tension building up within her crotch. She came hard, her pussy clamping so tightly onto James's base that he was unable to pull himself back out. He came too, clear fluid dropped out of the opening of his urethra. The two continued embracing, James partly trapped in the current situation. Finally he was able to slip out from under the mouse who dropped heavily onto her bed, covered in sweat. He reached down to his sack, and opened the release valve. With a soft 'whoosh' his erection started lowering. The two sat for a moment, winded, and pleased with themselves. Finally James spoke up, "So was it alright."

Christine nodded, smiling contentedly. After recovering for a while the two pulled on the barest minimum of clothes required to be decent, especially since Christine was expecting Mat back at some point. James laid back onto her bed, propping his back against her headboard, Christine placing her head on his chest. The two sat cuddled, conversing for a while, neither of them particularly tired. James didn't pull away as she started gently tracing his mastectomy scars. She took his hand and placed it just beneath her bra on her left side, guiding him along the scar where the battery for the seizure control device had been implanted. As difficult as it had been struggling during his past he realized now part of her tracing his scars, it was something she felt connected to, something that had been bad in the past even though it had all worked out now. She fell asleep on his chest, listening to him talk about his major, not because it was boring, but because she was comfortable. He kissed her softly on top of the head, leaning back for a nap himself.