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Thump, thump, thump.

The ball bounced past me, nearly missing my face as I stepped out of my new apartment door. I flattened myself against the door to avoid the screaming fox-kits scampering down the hallway after it, then caught it on the rebound.

They looked like twins who couldn't have been any older than eight, and my heart melted a little bit as they trotted up to me with apologetic faces. “Sorry, mister, we didn't mean to almost hit you!" The boy protested, and I smiled down at them.

“No harm done, just be careful!" I replied, and ricocheted it down the hallway. As they chased after it on rapid paws, I caught the sound of someone clearing her throat, and looked up at the apartment door opposite me.

The red fox vixen standing across from me in the neighboring apartment doorway looked well into her thirties, with bags under her eyes and sagging shoulders to go with her flagging ears. She wore a baggy, ragged white t-shirt and jeans that were distressed more from use than from design. But her smile was bright and her eyes friendly as she extended a paw. “Kayla," she said. “You must be the new neighbor. Thanks for being sweet to my kits."

I took her paw carefully and shook it gently. “Jim. They're just kits, they don't mean any harm. Pleased to meet my new neighbor."

“What brings you here to Detroit, Jim?" She asked, pleasantries accomplished.

“Work. Just graduated from Western. Mechanical engineering."

Her ears pricked up. “Congratulations!" At my smile, she went on. “I'm a nurse at DMC. Just holler if you're feelin' poorly, alright? I'll give you my number, I'd be happy to help if you need anything. We stick together in this building."

First day in a new city, and a friendly neighbor makes everything look alright.

—

I hadn't realized that I'd moved into the single-parent and old-fur building, but it turned out OK. Soon, Kayla had dragooned me into helping some of the other residents with simple things that my younger and stronger body was capable of, like lifting heavy stuff, and I'd rapidly become the recipient of various home-cooked goods. Not having to cook half the time became the norm, as did spending some time each day helping out my neighbors.

Being around so many furs was an odd thing. Growing up in the boonies of the west side of the state and then attending the human-majority state school meant I hadn't met many, but now, I think I might be the only human in the building.

—

I woke up at 6AM to someone pounding on my door. Yawning, I threw my bathrobe over my boxers and stumbled to the door. I frowned at the realization that it was Kayla, dressed in her scrubs and wearing a worried expression. Quickly, I opened the door. “What's going on?" I yawned.

“Jim, I need a favor. Hate to kill your Saturday, but, could you watch the kids for a little bit? My sitter is going to be four hours late and I need to be at the hospital soon." Her ears pinned back. “Sorry…"

I shook my head. “Sam and Sasha are easy," I told her. “Just give me a minute to throw some clothes on and I can come over."

She sagged in relief. “Thanks a bunch, Jim. It's hard to get sitters for my hours. Twelve hour shifts are killer."

Being assaulted by two hyperactive twin terrors the moment I stepped into their apartment was par for the course, but it felt oddly pleasant. We spent part of the morning playing video games (damn kids whipped my ass at Smash!) and then went out to the playground behind the building where they both proceeded to run me ragged.

Kayla offered to pay me for the work, but I waved it off. Not like she had the money to spare. Besides, I had fun, they had fun, and the smile she gave me afterwards made me feel all sorts of fuzzy.

—

“I think you're spending more time with them than I am, some days," Kayla said ruefully to me as she came up to me on the playground, car keys, stethoscope, and badge in hand. “Better than their dad ever was, anyway."

I waved it off. “Always liked kids. Yours are special."

I'd grown to understand anthro expressions over the past year. The suddenly widened eyes, the dilated pupils, the cocked-back ears– I just made Kayla blush. Hard.

“Thanks," she said after a moment. “I think so too." She dug at the ground with a footpaw, looking away for a moment. “Are you doing anything tomorrow night?"

“On a Monday?" I shook my head. “Just getting out of work at five-ish, but I didn't have anything planned."

She took a deep breath. “You've done a lot for me recently. C-can I treat you to dinner? I know this little Italian place, hole in the wall, very informal–"

She kept talking, almost frantically, while my head spun. I hadn't seen that coming, but it suddenly clicked. I watch her kids. I help her when she asks for it. She's easy to talk to; we've fallen into long conversations without effort before. And, well, maybe she has ten years on me but she's easy on the eyes, too.

I interrupted her as she began to wind down, shoulders sagging. “Kayla? Is six OK? I'll drive."

The smile that graced her muzzle was unmistakable.

—

We split at the doors to our respective apartments. My stomach was full, but that paled in comparison to the happy buzz located higher up in my chest. I took a deep breath as she started digging in her purse for her keys. “Kayla?"

She looked up at me. “Yes, Jim?"

“I just wanted to ask, because, you know, I'm kinda dumb."

Headshaking. “You aren't dumb, Jim. Far from it." A smile.

“Was that a friends date kind of thing, or a date-date kind of thing, or-"

She stepped closer. “I take it back." Closer, and I stiffened as she put her paws on my shoulders. “You are a little dumb." Then her muzzle brushed my lips as she tugged me close, paws sliding behind my head. Her lips and mouth warmed my own as she twisted her head and matched my face with her own. Then her long vulpine tongue glided into my mouth and wrestled gently with my own as she put a little passion into the kiss.

She stepped back, eyes dancing, and, well, I wasn't the only one panting. “Does that answer your question?"

I nodded, struck dumb. She grinned, ears splayed wide, tail standing sharply up and curled at the top. “See you later, Jim."

—

We stumbled into the elevator together, grinning. “I can't believe you can skate like that, Jim!" Kayla chirped. “I thought I could show my nerd how to, and instead you schooled me!"

I laughed. “Sometimes, youth and skill does beat age and experience," I told her as the elevator dinged and we walked off." My skin prickled as she took my hand in her paw.

“Jim," she said softly, tugging at me so I'd look at her shining eyes. “That was a wonderful date. Perfect for a third one. Mrs. Ferguson has Sam and Sasha for the evening." Her tail wagged. “Would you like to come over?"

I blinked heavily, and then she tugged me down to her level. Hot breath warmed my ear as she whispered into it, “Since you're dumb," her fond tone belied her words, “I'm asking you to come to bed with me, Jim."

My face flushed. “I- Kayla- I," my shoulders drooped. “I don't know if it'll be much fun for yo-"

She put a paw over my mouth. “Shush. I know a virgin when I see one," I felt my face flush with embarrassment even more, “And I don't care. Are you coming or not?"

—

She drew me through the apartment I was familiar with, pulled me through a doorway I hadn't ever passed. The master bedroom with its tiny shared bathroom was one I was familiar with– we had the same floorplan– but it was uniquely Kayla's. A queen sized bed, simple dark green comforter and white sheets. A few cheap pieces of wooden furniture to hold clothes. A small closet. Minimal decoration. That was all I had time to look at before she discarded our coats, pushed me down onto the bed and crawled into my lap.

Soft. Warm. Fluffy. She cradled my head in her paws and kissed me slowly. Luxuriously. Something rumbled in her chest and I recognized it as the fox equivalent to a purr– rougher, rumbling, yet contented. I felt almost cheated when she pulled back, eyes liquid in the half-light, to look up at me. “I was gonna go slow," she said, choosing words with care. “Don't want to rush you. What do you want, Jim?"

“I," my pulse hammered. I felt my hands shaking. My thoughts raced. Part of me felt embarrassed at how I could feel her plump rear in my lap rubbing gently against the bar of diamond that had materialized there. The other part wanted to set my hands on her hips and see what humping on someone else felt like.

A paw stroked my hair. “Nervous?" I nodded quickly, and she chuffed. “It's OK, my sweet," she murmured. “Wanna see me naked?"

I stammered, and she smiled. “Tell me."

Finally, the words came. “I-I've wanted to see what's under that shirt for a while," I said slowly, hating the feeling of embarrassment.

She leaned forward and licked my nose. “Then take it off." Her ears flicked forward. “Unless I tell you to stop," she paused. “My body's yours. You can do what you want to me, Jim."

No pressure. I reached for the bottom of her shirt and she raised her arms, helping me slide it over her head and away. Her stomachfur was white, shading into red along her sides and towards her neck, and sinfully soft when I brushed it. There was weight there, pleasant thickness, the shape of a mother who had borne children and hadn't killed herself in the gym trying to be something she wasn't anymore. Her breasts, wrapped in a plain black bra, gave way underneath my probing fingers. “Beautiful," I said, staring.

She blinked. “Beautiful?" She said questioningly, a strange note in her voice. “Not going to say I'm hot or sexy or a milf?"

“No!" I protested, then deflated. “Not that those things aren't true, but," I stammered at her unreadable expression. “But when you see a work of art, you call it beautiful, right?"

Her eyes widened. “Be careful, smooth talker, those words will get you in trouble." She said after a moment, voice slightly shaky.

I slowly reached behind her back, feeling for her bra clasp. “OK, beautiful," I said, unclipping it and pulling it away from her. She jerked in surprise.

“You didn't have any trouble with that," she said, blinking, as I tossed it to the side.

I think my mouth said “Engineer" but my brain was busy processing boobs. Real boobs. Inches from my fingers boobs. Hers were sizable, a little saggy, but they rolled pleasantly under my fingers as I got my first-ever handfuls of tit and squeezed gently. My fingers found something underneath the fur on each, a hard, projecting nipple and she gasped as I pinched.

“Careful, I'm sensitive- ooh!" She gasped as I moderated the squeezing. “More like it," she said, grinding her thick tush against my groin and making me gasp. “Go ahead, play with my boobs, boys always want to," she told me. “Try kissi–mmph!"

I tasted her nipple. Slightly salty. Pleasantly swelling and hardening under my lips. I kissed at her, suckling gently, and felt her wrap a hand around the back of my head as she moaned.

“T-that's good, Jim, keep going." I paid attention to her other nipple with my hand and she moaned louder. “Oh Jim, Jim, good boy."

Finally, shaky, after a blissful moment of hearing her moan and gasp my name while I played with her, she pulled back. Paws seized my shirt and stripped me naked to the waist before she pulled my hands to her jeans. “You're getting me all riled up," she hissed as her own paws worked at the closures to my pants. “Naked. Now."

I pulled her pants down to her knees as she worked at mine, groping that thick rear as I did. She pushed back into my hand, gasping a little, and gave me that vulpine purr again when I pulled her panties down with her pants. I blinked. They were absolutely sopping, drenched, did I-

“I told you," she growled as she pulled my pants down. “You got me worked up." Panting. “Give me those." She kicked her pants away as she pulled down my boxers and I self-consciously covered my groin.

“Hey now," she soothed. “Take your hands away. Don't be ashamed of it. See, you're fine. Let me put my paws on it instead." I gasped as those soft, warm paw-pads took hold of my manhood and she rubbed slowly, eyes intent on my face.

“You know, I've wanted this for a while." A smile. “Saw your pants tent more than a few times when you looked at me. You thought you were being discreet when you'd adjust your pants, huh?"

I stammered. “I-I-I I'm sorry, Kayla, I didn't mean-"

She shook her head, eyes dancing. “Oh no, sweetheart. I wasn't offended. Why would I be offended by the thought of you wanting me?" She watched my face as I murmured something inarticulate. “Would it make you feel better to know how many times I fingered myself until I screamed into a pillow thinking about you?"

My eyes bulged. “I-I-"

She kept going. “Yes, it was a lot. Yes, that's why sometimes I didn't answer the phone after our dates. Hell. Every time." She smiled, wide, ears flicking as I choked. “Like that?"

I nodded, frantically. I'd never felt that good and I felt the shame of being a quick shot creep up as the intoxicating feeling of her paws on me made me tense. She paused, obviously picking that up. “Alright, I'll stop teasing. Just lay down." She pushed me back until I was on my back on the bed and she could squirm up into my lap. “Are you OK with this?" She asked, rubbing hot and sticky-wet skin against my thigh as something I'd never smelled before but rapidly competed for the most delicious smell I'd ever encountered floated up.

I gabbled. “Uhm, condom, I didn't bring any-"

“Trust your nurse." She grinned. “Humans and anthros can't reproduce, unless you spend a lot of time in a hospital getting primed. And I'm clean." She leaned forward. “Want your first time to be bare so you can really feel how good it is?"

I nodded, unable to trust my voice as my heart pounded, and she took my hands in her paws, rising up. “Hold still," she murmured as that wet heat wrapped around my tip. I jerked automatically, and she winced. “Gotta stop bucking until I'm in-"

Then something amazingly hot and wet wrapped around me as she sank down into my lap and I squeezed her paws in my hands. “Oh fuck, Kayla!"

She greeted my moan with one of her own. “Perfect, Jim, oh-Why do you feel so perfect?"

“Don't know, but," I gritted my teeth. “Kayla, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I can't-"

She shushed me, letting go of my hands. “Shh, shh, it's ok. I didn't expect you'd be able to hold out against me. My pussy is for good boys to come in," she murmured, and I felt her tug me up until we rested against one another and she could put her arms around me. “Just... come up here, yes, put your arms around me, I got you, hold me please."

As I embraced her and she ground me against her, groin to groin, it felt right to catch her muzzle in a kiss. Time stopped as she kissed me and everything fell away for an impossible moment that broke only when I felt the inevitable, creeping, rising sensation begin to spread through my nethers. “Kayla, I-"

She pulled me tight against her, nestling her head against my neck, and moaning. “Yes, go ahead, please, I want it, I've been thinking about it all day, don't make me beg for it, please Jim!"

I've worked on cars that can go zero to sixty almost instantly. They didn't have anything on how Kayla's soft voice, gasping with pleasure, took me over the edge. My eyes clamped up and I saw stars as the first wave of pleasure erupted from me into her.

“That's right," she murmured as she bore down on me, holding me tightly. “Good boy, good boy, let it all out…"

As the tidal wave of pleasure subsided, I heard the most magical thing float into my ear. A shaky, soft, foxy whisper. “I love you."