Bad Day, Good Night
The living room was quiet, and rather dark with the lights off, as they were. It wasn't a large thing, though it had all the usual amenities in it. Couch, TV, coffee table, some flowers... Just things one might expect to see in a well-kept apartment. What one might not expect to see, would be the pair sprawled out on the floor, looking up at the ceiling.
The two laid there, silently. The first noise made, in the last five minutes, was the bunny's sigh. Alicia, or Alice, didn't have midnight black, nor snow white, when it came to her fur color. Rather, it was a strange mix of the two, leading to a somewhat mixed color, ending in gray. She was still dressed in her construction uniform, sans the work belt and hardhat. White tee, and overalls. The tiger glanced over at her, a worried look in his vibrant green eyes, at the sigh. While she may not have been the stereotype, Sam, most certainly was. He was striped head-to-toe, orange and black, with a large splotch of white coating his tummy, chest, and another more interesting place. He had jeans on, and nothing more.
Yes, today had, for lack of a better term, not been a good one. Alice had lost her job.
"Alice, how about we pop in a movie?" A brief chuckle escaped his lips. "Not like you need to get up in the morning..." He reached up, and rubbed the back of his fuzzy head.
The girl laughed bitterly, and shook her head. "No, I'm alright. I think I'm gonna go to bed, actually." Moving in inches, she stood up, unbuckling her overalls, turning them into flappy jeans.
The tiger nodded, and stood as well, hooking his thumbs into his jeans. "That's not a bad idea. Think I'll head that way too."
Damn broads.
And soon, the living room was just as before, sans the roommates, each headed off to their own rooms for a good night's sleep. At least, Sam did.
In Sam's room, there lay a tiger, blissfully sleeping, not stirring a bit. But in Alice's room... Well, that was another story.
She tossed and turned, blankets thrown to the foot of the bed, spilling off to the floor. Quiet muttering came from her panting mouth, as she delved her fingers into her canal. "S-Sam..."
This had been going on for weeks. Ever since she accidentally walked in on Sam, while he was taking a shower, his physical form had sparked an attraction to Sam, and got her to realize what a nice guy he was to her. He was perfect, in every way that she could see. And she knew, by that heavy sheath she spied, he was more perfect than her fingers.
She was close now. So close! Her back arched, pushing her fair-sized breasts into the air. Gasping for air, her fingers moved like lightning. In and out of that slick opening!
*BOOM!*
She nearly screamed, at the thunder, but after a moment, she instead groaned. She was so close! She looked down at her sticky fingers. Then flinched at the sound of more thunder, and rain flooding against her window. She quickly grabbed the blankets, and pulled them up to her chin. She was terrified of thunder. Well, loud noises in general. Thunder, fire crackers... Hell, even vacuuming was beyond her! Another explosion of sound, and she shot out of bed.
"Fuck this..." She muttered, as she put on some lacey underwear. "May as well look enticing."
Damn broads.
It wasn't the thunder that did it, but rather, the bunny that was crawling into Sam's bed that woke him up.
"A-Alice?" He wiped at his eyes, to wake himself up more.
"Hey, it's just for one night, ok? I promise. Thunder just scares me is all." She batted her cute little eyes at him, pressing her warm, lithe form to his body. He was a boxer guy, she discovered. How unfortunate.
"Yeah, alright. Just... Just one night, alright? Sam moved his arm in a snuggle-offer, which she gratefully took. But her heated, sensuous body didn't effect him. Nor did her less-than-ordinary sleepwear. He hardly noticed it. What did catch his attention was finding her grinding on his leg, and that permeating smell of heat hitting his nose.
When the tiger did realize what was going on, she didn't hesitate. Immediately, her lips were upon his, tongue assaulting his own. Before he could stop her, she rolled on top of him, and grinded her hips into his, quickly feeling that thick sheath swell.
"Alice! What're you..." He stopped himself, because it was clear what she was doing. She was going down on him.
In moments, he found her head bobbing up and down, eyes locked on his. When she 'popped' off of him, she grinned, and pulled her boyshorts down her legs, tossing them to the side. She raised up, and looked him in the eye. Almost innocently, she lowered herself onto his spiky spear, and whimpered. She'd never been with a man of this size. Though, to be fair, she'd never been with a man at all. But he was impressive to say the least.
His voice shuddered, as he groaned. It'd been a couple years, and the tiger didn't masturbate much. He grinded back into her, and she lurched forward, unable to take him that deeply, and stay up. While she continued to ride him, she leaned her head down, and took a nibble at his throat. And she found the 'on' button.
Without so much as a bat of the eye, he was on top, and pounding her cunt like a jackhammer. Her arms flung out wildly, and gripped the bedposts, nearly screaming in ecstasy. When she did begin to scream, it was his name, awakening the neighborhood with her cries of lust. When he hit her g-spot, on a lucky thrust, she stopped screaming, and tightened around his form, a torrent of juices outright soaking Sam's dick.
Through this new found warmth, Sam's eyes rolled into the back of his head, and shot out ropes of fluid, deep into his lover's heat, making her squeak several times, as she came again, albeit much softer.
Her next words brought wide eyes to Sam's unseen face.
"I love you, Sam..."
Damn broads.