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This story was written for Kemper as part of my themed patreon request day for March. The theme was "Getting Lucky". It contains M/F sex between consenting adults. :3

[center][b][u]A Lucky Moment[/u][/b][/center]

It was a St Patrick's Day tradition. The whole neighbourhood turned out to the local bar for drinks, for merriment, for a chance to put aside all the dramas of suburban life and just enjoy celebrating their togetherness and community. And for the first time in his life, having just turned twenty one, Kemper was with them. Normally he would have been at college, but due to some strange scheduling the Spring vacation for this year was ridiculously early on. Thus he'd had no chance to plan other more exotic holidays, and was once more at home with his family. His family, and of course his neighbours.

"Have another, Kemper..."

Several times this evening Ms Willow had wandered past the dark furred feline male, her beautiful pale skinned and freckled body dressed in a sundress entire unsuitable for the season, but bright green and thus a perfect fit for today in particular. Its thin straps made her freckled shoulders stand out intensely as her long brown hair flowed down around them, and each time she moved by and pressed another drink into his paws before floating off elsewhere, all Kemper had been able to think about was nibbling on those freckles while rutting her feverishly from behind.

Already they'd been together several times since his most recent return from college, the older woman delighting in this unexpected visit and eagerly coaxing him around to her place whenever possible. But today, of course, they knew they had no chance to be together. The whole neighbourhood was here including Kemper's family and a number of Willow's friends. Thus if they tried to sneak off for even a little while back to either of their homes, their absence would be noticed. And this place... it was far too busy, far too loud for them to find a moment alone together here.

At least, that was what Kemper believed, resigning himself simply to look at Willow across the room as she laughed and chatted and charmed her way around the bar. But each time she approached him, each time she slipped another pint, or a shot of green, apple scented liquor into his paws, her touch was as electric as ever. Her few words to him innocent by all accounts, but still laced with that passionate and intense warmth which seemed to be present in everything she said or did. Until finally, at a point in the night where the whole pub seemed to be alive with song, Kemper watching as his mother and father stood hand in hand, swaying and yelling along the lyrics at the top of their lungs, he realised that he was singing too. That somewhere down the line he had ceased being a bashful wallflower surrounded by the older generation, and had simply started to enjoy himself. To loosen up, and revel in the atmosphere of this green and pleasant night.

And of course, that was when she lured him away.

He felt a hand in his, and without even looking to see whose hand he was holding the sabre-toothed cat let himself be led away from the main bar. Round towards the bathrooms, but not into one of them. Instead through a separate doorway marked for staff only, and into a room filled with loose metal kegs and other discarded packaging, presumably the empties from the night so far.

Kemper swayed as he felt his hand released, and slowly, lazily lifted his gaze to regard the person who had led him here. Of course, it was her.

"Ms Willow..."

He murmured, trying to stand up straight, not wishing to seem nearly as drunk as he was in front of her. The human woman just giggled though, reaching out and stroking his cheek with her furless fingers.

"Such a pretty kitten."

There was a slight quavering lilt to her own voice, but not one of emotion so much as her own undeniable tipsiness. She giggled as Kemper blushed and shook his head, reaching out to stroke her cheek in turn.

"No, you're the pretty one. And you have the prettiest [i]kitten[/i] around."

His other hand moved forward between Willow's legs, but he stopped himself as he felt his fingertips brush against the green fabric of her dress, drawing back with a frown. He didn't want to do that. Not without asking first. Not even if that was what he wanted to believe she had brought him here for.

The human's face lit up with a warm, rather touched smile, and she clasped his wrist in her hand before dragging it to press beneath her dress.

"Such a sweet young man. Don't be shy. Don't be innocent. Not here. I always get so horny when I get tipsy, but I know better than to hook up with random strangers."

She kept moving his hand within hers, pressing his palm to the panties hidden beneath her dress, guiding his fingertips to pull the material aside and touch the warm, flushed flesh beneath.

"But you aren't a stranger. I can trust you... and you can trust me. Right?"

Kemper knew he should have said no. Not that he didn't trust Willow of course, he had been with her so many times that he would have to be insane not to trust her by now. But... they were in the middle of a bar, a party surrounded by literally everyone who knew them locally. They had said from the start they would keep their antics a secret to keep from causing neighbourhood drama, and this as a result was basically the number one place where they should [b]not[/b] have been doing anything remotely risque with or to one another.

And yet, the drinks Kemper had consumed already that night were hard at work within his body. Clouding his mind with a warm, thick haze of pleasantness and relaxed inhibition. So while he knew his answer should have been no, not just for his own sake but both of theirs in their intoxicated fame of mind, a different response escaped his lips.

"Bend over for me, Ms Willow..."

The human woman giggled happily, and obliged in an instant. She leaned over a large empty keg, lifting up her own dress so that her underwear was made visible wrapped around her broad, plump hips. Kemper's hands tugged her panties down in an instant, and together they moaned as he pressed his jeans' crotch to her buttocks, grinding feverishly for a few moments before drawing back and actually beginning to remove his own clothes.

He unbuttoned his jeans, sliding them down and away from the pale green shirt he'd been wearing all evening. He was already hard, how could he not be when Ms Willow was right there, waving her ass in his direction and already fondling herself in readiness for what was about to happen. His head swam with pleasantly drunken cheer, and from somewhere outside this back room he heard the sounds of the village continuing to sing. To cheer and laugh and enjoy their St Patrick's day's night.

But they wouldn't enjoy it as much as him. And if he had anything whatsoever to say about it, they wouldn't enjoy it even a fraction as much as he was about to ensure that Willow would.

"O-ohhh... Kemper..."

The human woman moaned as his cock slid inside her just a few moments later, and he could hear the sound of her fingertips, her nails dragging over the exterior of the keg over which she was draped. His mind reeled at the sound of her moaning, and with little inhibition to hold him back he immediately began to thrust, to start pleasuring her much more rapidly and sharply than might normally have been the case.

"Aaahhh, yes. [i]Yes[/i]. Oh... I... h-how did I get so lucky... t-to catch the eye of a young man like you?"

She gasped in pleasure, her cries growing more intense still as the drunken male acted on his base desires once again, dragging her body up and away from the keg, pulling her at least partially upright enough that he could lean forward and begin to nibble at her bare shoulders. To kiss at her freckled flesh, while rutting her ever more feverishly from behind.

"I don't know about normally..."

Kemper growled as he fucked Willow harder, faster, making the woman's mature, plump, utterly irresistible body jiggle and quiver as she pressed a hand over her own mouth to keep from crying out and alerting the rest of the bar to their activities.

It didn't take long before that hand was no longer enough though, and Willow threw back her head and let loose an unabashed, uncontrolled scream of ecstasy as she began to cum. Thankfully at almost that precise moment a loud crash of breaking glass echoed out from the front of the bar. The crash itself, followed by the drunken cheer from the assembled visitors, was just long enough to muffle her frantic shrieks of ecstasy. Indeed it also helped to disguise his own snarls of pleasure as he poured a hot load of cum deep into her trembling, clutching body.

And in the wake of that calamitous crash, which the pair later learned was an entire table laden with glasses being toppled over by someone's drunken stumbling, the various party-goers were so distracted by the clean up that no-one noticed either Kemper or Willow's continued absence.

Tender in his motions, recovering but unwilling to stop grinding his still hard cock against the trembling body before him, Kemper picked up where he'd left off a little while before.

"...b-but today, Ms Willow? Let's just say that we're both lucky. Maybe... a-ah... maybe the luck of the Irish is with us. And... mmhh... it's not done with us yet."

By Jeeves

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