Riley Hall: Long River
Hope you guys like this. This is more or less a rough draft, and also my first adult story, so I appreciate any comments! No really, I do! If you liked this story, comment! If you didn't like this story, COMMENT! How am I supposed to improve my work if you don't comment?! *puppy eyes*
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Long River
by Joshua Puck
"Fuck you, Bennie!"
Josh's shout echoed down the hall of Riley Hall. With a growl, the coyote slammed his door so he could kill his roommate in peace. He paced around the tiny dorm room, growling.
"Hey now," Bennie said with a laugh, lounging on his bed with his head flopped over, his favorite position to laze the day away. "We had a bet, remember? First to pass out last Saturday had to do..." His voice lowered. "The Mystery Task." He spread his hands out to emphasize the words. The ferret always had a flair for the dramatic. He'd claimed it helped for his radio show, but Josh usually scoffed, knowing that Bennie usually only used his "talents" for seduction.
"Look, you're always so wound up!" the ferret said, He had a half-drunk smile on his upside-down face, that always seemed to be there when he was watching Josh. "When have I ever lied to you?" He used his comforting voice that had an undercurrent of slickness to it.
Josh was sure that voice had talked several partners of both sexes into bed. He crosses his arms, frowning a little bit. His left ear lowered as his eyebrow raised, showing a look of disbelief.
Bennie spread his arms with a half-smirk. "Ok," he said in defense, "have I ever lied to you where you didn't like it in the end?"
Josh let out a sigh, rolling his eyes halfway. Bennie was right, of course. Somehow his schemes usually worked out. It was annoying as hell, partly because it fueled the DJ's ego, making it ripe for the next scheme.
The ferret rolled over, leaning his head in his hands, and grinned. "Besides, you've got the skills. I've seen you shake your ass in the shower when you listen to Ricky Martin."
Josh's ears flattened and he got flush. "When the hell?"
"Well, we do have a shared shower. Not like those curtains are perfectly airtight."
Josh hissed through his teeth. "I knew it, half of this was just to see me naked." He always had a hunch that Bennie wanted him in bed, but he could never prove it.
"Oh please, didja forget your habit of sleeping in your underwear? I've seen you buff way too many times to count."
Josh let out an exasperated growl. This was like arguing with a brick wall.
"Plus," Bennie continued, making one last sales pitch. "The first prize is five hundred bucks. I remember you bitching about needing a laptop for classes. And finally, they let you wear a mask; to them you'll just be another coyote shaking his tail for dollar bills."
Josh nodded. Bennie had a way of wearing people down, and he just wanted this whole damn thing over with. "Fine... Stupid bets. Just promise me that pictures aren't going to end up on Facebook, all right? I'll never hear the end of this.
Bennie held his hand up solemnly. "I promise." He produced the paperwork for Josh to sign, with a pen in his other hand. Josh grumbled that it already seemed to be filled out, only requiring a signature. Jackass thought of everything already. Snatching the pen from Bennie's hand, Josh signed it.
"Ok, now there's one catch," Bennie continued. "These guys are old school. They expect the amateurs to come in costumes to stretch the time out in case they don't get many entries."
"You're such an expert, why don't you enter?"
"Because I didn't lose a bet, stupid. Look, I'm being nice here, I already got you a costume. It's in your closet."
Bennie pointed to Josh's door. As he threw open the door, Josh's mood worsened. Hanging on a plastic hangar was what looked to be a skimpy Halloween costume. It was a stereotypical "Indian warrior" outfit: a vest, leggings, and breechcloth, all made of a poor dark brown susede with what looked like fake plastic beading and fringes. In front of the vest was a white g-string for a guy. There was also a pair of moccasins made from the same material as the costume at the bottom of the closet. Capping it all off was a cheap feather headdress hanging on one of the hooks to the side. It was made of yellow and red painted feathers.
Joshua's ears flattened as he slammed the door. He snarled at the ferret, looking like he was going to go for the jugular.
"That's the last fucking straw, Bennie! An Indian costume?! You know I take my heritage seriously!"
"Calm down, Josh, it was the only thing I could find that you could take off quick enough. You want to make a good impression to win, don't you?"
"I don't WANT to fucking win! I don't want to do this. Stripping in this... This makes a fucking mockery of my heritage, Benny!"
"It's not like your family's going to be there. Look, I know this is... a bit humiliating. But you're already signed up, and there's a clause in it that you have to pay for wasting their time."
Josh was still livid. "I don't fucking care! I'm not going as Chief Strips for Bucks!"
Bennie chuckled, looking at the paper, then back to Josh. "You mean Long River."
Josh lunged at Bennie's bed, ready to kill. He snatched at the paper, but Bennie was already quicker, shoving Josh to the bed and sitting on his back to calm him down. The coyote growled and fussed, tearing into Bennie's bed as he tried to land a blow, but with the awkward position, all he did was just create the need for new sheets.
Slapping Josh on the back of the head, Bennie narrowed his eyes. "For fuck's sake!" he yelled. "We're not filming a porn here! It's five fucking minutes, all right? I'm not coughing up a hundred bucks to these guys just because you think you're auditioning for the next Cleveland Indians mascot!" Josh let out a groan, flattening out. "I'll pay you twenty bucks if it makes you feel better. First fucking bet I have to be the one to pay on. Happy? If I have to shell out for this because you cut out, I'll make sure you get black out drunk and then dress you up like that. I'm sure your folks would love the pictures of you with your dick in something embarrassing."
Josh let out a growl, but then sighed. He was pissed as hell, but Bennie's threat was enough to keep him docile. The offer of more money didn't hurt, but he hated the feeling that he'd give up some of his principles for twenty bucks. "Five minutes?" he asked, muffled by Bennie's mattress. He tried to push up, but Bennie leaned his weight his back.
"That's all," Bennie replied. "Do your dance, jiggle your ass. You won't even be nude till the last thirty seconds. You just dance around, thrust at the women for a bit, and collect your money. Capisce? You might even win, unless you don't dance."
Josh let out a growling sound. "Fine. But if I see pictures of this on anything, I swear to Coyote I'll rip your throat out and they'll never find your body."
"Crystal," Bennie said with a chuckle, slipping off of Josh's back with a playful swat at his ass. "Now get off my bed. I've got to reset it for tonight."
Josh just rolled his eyes. He didn't want to be in the same room as the manipulative little shit anyway. Grabbing up his bag, he stormed out of the room.
The sounds of the strip club were loud and obnoxious, though thankfully muffled where Josh and Bennie were, in the dressing room reserved for the dancers. Josh had made sure to wear his mask before they'd even left, dressed in a long coat over his normal clothes as they snuck out of Riley Hall. Bennie had laughed at Josh's embarrassment, ignoring his mutters as they drove.
Josh changed quickly, avoiding looking at any of the other "contestants" as they did likewise. The first thing that boggled his mind was the white g-string, that of course glowed bright purple in the UV lights. It looked like it would barely cover anything; though he knew that was the purpose, he wasn't even sure if the damn thing would fit. He squeezed into it, the stretchy material squeezing his package uncomfortably. It was only then that he noticed there was a clip at the back under his tail, that when he pressed unsnapped the whole thing, leaving it hanging limply from his sheath. He worked for a few minutes to reset the damn thing, while the manager was explaining the rules.
Each amateur would get to keep any "tips" they received, and it was up to the audience who would get the top three prizes. They would also be contacted if the club felt they had a correct "feel" for their ladies' nights. Josh tuned that part out, knowing already that this was it.
He noted that the vest was way too small for him, showing off his chest as he barely managed to get it on. Did Bennie get a kid's size? The leggings and moccasins seemed to fit, but the vest felt out of place compared to the rest. He figured that was supposed to be the point as well. As he slipped on the cheap feather bonnet, he looked at himself in a mirror with a glum sigh. He looked like a stereotype all right, with the bottom feathers barely making their way down his back. The g-string also felt like it was riding right up his ass, making walking funny.
Bennie returned from dropping off the paperwork with a couple of small paint pots. "You're going to go last," he said cheerily. "So let's get you finished, they're almost half done now." Josh growled at Benny as he dipped his fingers into paint pots and swiped them along the coyote's face, applying warpaint.
By the time Benny was done, there were two stripes under each eye of his mask, one blue and one red, and a red stripe going down the top of his muzzle. "Is that fucking necessary? I'm already a walking stereotype as it is!"
"Oh, stop bitching. How's anyone going to know what you are once you've stripped down? I mean, I tried to find a male G-string with a fringe on it, but they wanted a c-note."
"You're having fun humiliating me, aren't you?"
"Bets aren't fun if you're willing. Besides, for the last time, you're wearing a mask, nobody's going to know who you are. Now here's a little liquid courage." Josh was about to ask what the hell Bennie meant when he shoved Josh's head up and pried his mouth open. The mouth to a flask was pressed into his mouth, and at least half the flask's amount of tequila burned his way down Josh's throat. He coughed, barking out in pain. By the time he was able to catch his breath, Bennie had disappeared, leaving Josh to the effects of the tequila.
Josh frowned darkly, keeping to himself as the dancers shuffled in and out from their sets. He could hear the cheers and music; most of them seemed to be thrilling the ladies. But Josh was trying his best to tune it all out, a part of his mind still not believing that he was even here. After what seemed like an eternity, a backstage helper yelled for him, slapping a gruff hand on Josh's shoulder. It was his time.
Josh sighed as he was pointed to the curtain where he was supposed to go out. He winced as the DJ cued up drums. He felt stupid, that if anyone in his family found out he was doing this, he'd be disowned for sure. At least it would be over soon, he kept repeating in his mind. Do a little dance, take off his clothes, and he was done.
"And now," the DJ began. It was Bennie's voice, which only make Josh growl. "Do I hear drums in the distance? Get your wampum out, ladies... Because here comes Long River to shake his totem pole for you!"
Josh was about to protest when the backstage helper shoved him out onto the stage. The audience cheered, some of them making fake whoops with their hands over their mouth as Josh stumbled through the curtain with a yelp, flailing his arms out. It only served to make the fringe on his costume shake, and cheers went up again. He paused for a second, desperately trying to dance a bit as he froze. At least twenty sets of eyes were upon him, mostly women; he was at least grateful for that.
The stage he was on was bathed in the same UV light, but most of the details of the club were washed out to him; the spotlight was extra bright and he couldn't see. He was about to bring a hand up to shield his eyes when the tequila's buzz finally took effect from the flush of his adrenaline.
His mind started to shut off, as he got a drunken smile on his face. He didn't care about seeing; he figured that would help him to dance if he couldn't see the lustful looks on his audience. Suddenly the music started up to the cheers of the ladies. Ricky Martin. With a chuckle, Josh started grooving to the music, knowing that Bennie was playing his last trick.
Josh closed his eyes mostly, and started shaking around to the quick Latin beat. The audience seemed to enjoy his dancing, as they cheered wildly. He grabbed his vest within the first half minute, slipping it off his shoulders as he twirled around, revealing his back as he tossed the cloth to the floor. The tequila was really starting to take effect as his dance started to get a little more without abandon. He tore off his leggings to the cheer of the two women nearest to him, and he passed the cloth between his legs, rubbing it along his crotch for a bit as he tossed it to them, wiggling his hips at them.
Dollars started to flap around as he walked around the stage, twitching his tail and thrusting his crotch as the first couple of minutes evaporated in a slightly drunken buzz. A hand grabbed the flap of his breechcloth and Josh got an idea, letting out a lusty grin as he was brought forward. Bringing his hand to the belt holding it up, he loosened it, letting the strip of cloth slowly thread its way from between his legs as he danced back, leaving the cloth on the stage to the heightened cheers. Now he was only in his g-string, moccasins and bonnet. He wiggled his eyebrows, returning to the lady fox who'd removed his breechcloth and thrust his crotch at her, receiving a five dollar bill in the g-string's band as a reward.
Though he was lost in the music and alcoholic buzz, he knew what they were waiting for. Slipping the money that had been stuffed into his crotch with his discarded clothes, he waited for the height of the music and brought his hand to the clip under his tail. The women cheered again as he snapped it open, the glowing strands whipping out to reveal all of his ass to them. Spinning around teasingly, he revealed the remaining cloth of the G-string pouched over his penis. He seemed a little fazed that he'd gotten aroused from the whole ordeal, but it seemed to make them tip him more. He wiggled his hips in a circle, keeping the last bit of cloth perched on his erect member to keep the tease going before snatching it and tossing it toward the back of the club.
Everyone cheered again, and Bennie at the DJ stand clapped. "And there you have it ladies! Long River has removed his buckskins to show the hot naked savage underneath! Let's give him a round of applause!"
Josh felt out of breath; sweat started to shine and he soaked up the cheering a little bit as he gathered up his clothes, partly to hide his modesty and partly to collect the money left behind. He was quick to exit, but a small part of him almost wanted to admit that... it was kinda fun.
It had taken them two hours to finally piece themselves back to Riley. Josh wanted to wait longer, even though he had been hounded by the strip club managers into singing a contract after he'd pulled second place. But Bennie claimed he had a hot date and needed to drop Josh off as soon as possible. Josh stuffed the money and costume into his duffel he brought and they headed off.
It was an hour later, left on his own by Bennie that Josh had finally been able to calm down from his lost bet. He'd stuffed the costume, mask and all, into his closet and just wanted to forget about them. The warpaint had taken longer, leaving messy pools on the shower floor as he desperately scrubbed them out of his fur. It took a while, and the skin felt a bit raw, but he'd been able to do it. Thank Coyote that Bennie had used water-based fur paint.
Pulling out the money and winnings, Josh counted himself a small pile that added to about two hundred in small bills, many of them smelling like alcohol. He chuckled at this, stuffing them into a drawer by his closet to dry when a knock on his door brought him out of trying to forget about the whole matter.
Josh made sure all the evidence was gone, then nodded, opening the door. "Yeah?" he asked slightly tired, wondering who of Bennie's conquests forgot he was out talking himself into someone else's bed.
"I thought I recognized you." The voice belonged to Liz Starksy, an absolute gorgeous husky/wolf mix that lived across the hall from Josh and Bennie. Josh had often times followed the PoliSci major with his eyes as she walked her way toward classes; he'd often tried to work up the courage to just ask her out for coffee or even just to say hi. And here she was standing in his doorway, smiling at Josh, her ice-blue eyes meeting Josh's tired amber orbs. Liz was dressed in a nice-looking sweater and skirt combination, revealing her slight curves. Josh had a stupid look on his face, but his jaw dropped when he saw a scrap of cloth in her hand.
It was a white male's G-string, unclasped.
"I... uh.. H-hi Liz" Josh stammered, trying to figure out what the hell she was doing with that in her hand and why she'd already made the leap to him.
"Well, I was at a club tonight," she said with a teasing tone, brushing past Josh to walk into his dorm room. Josh was nearly overtaken with her scent as their bodies touched, but he was a little worried about his secret getting out. He slammed the door and leaned against it, looking at her. She chuckled, continuing. "And lo and behold there was this coyote dancing the last set. In a full Indian costume no less. A coyote with specific markings, or should I say, lack of markings along his back."
Josh swallowed nervously. He wasn't full Coyote; his father was the kindest bear you'd ever meet, but it had the effect of bulking him out a little bit and fading out the black stripe down the back that coyotes commonly had. "How, uh, I mean, I, uh..." His mind tried to work out how the hell he'd been found out, but he remembered. The spotlight blinded him but to only the first row of audience at the stage. She could easily have been further back. "But when did you see me naked?"
"Bennie invited me to tease about your dancing in the shower," Liz said with a soft laugh. She sat down on Josh's chair, placing the G-string on his desk. She smiled again. "I think you're a fine dancer, Josh."
Josh adjusted his collar, completely embarrassed now. He collapsed onto his bed, bringing his paws together as he looked down. The woman he'd had his eyes on was in his room... but she was blackmailing him. "Look, it's.... I lost a bet. Bennie forced me into this."
"That's fine, Josh," she said with a comforting tone. She had moved up to Josh and brought a hand to his hair, running her fingers through it. "I think you're beautiful." She then leaned down to bring her muzzle to his ear. "You don't know how much you turned me on tonight, Josh."
Josh's eyes popped open and he brought his head up quickly. He even felt his member pulse a bit at the news. She... He blinked. "I, you.. Really?" He chuckled nervously, waiting for this to be some sort of cruel joke when she leaned in and kissed him, bringing both hands to the back of his head.
Josh sucked in breath in the kiss as her tongue snaked in, running over his teeth. It was over quickly, and she drew back, another smile on her face. "Josh, I have a confession." Josh tilted his head as she sat next to him. "I know that you might not like this, but... I'm almost ashamed to say this." She chuckled, looking down with a blush. "I have a bit of a kink for Indians. Like full costumed Natives. You... You made me feel hot inside. I know you've been interested in me, Josh... But tonight made me realize that I have something for you."
"I, ah..." Josh couldn't get anything out. He leaned against the wall of his room, a stupid smile on his face. He turned to look at Liz, looking into her eyes. She flicked some hair out of his eyes and nodded.
"I know this is a bit sudden," she said softly. "But I like you Josh. I've been listening to you during lunch about... just random things, but you're funny and.. You make me want to get to know you more, even without the sex. I guess I've just been waiting for you to ask me."
Josh just looked stunned. He'd talked to her, they were friends, but... this was out of left field. He kicked himself for not asking earlier.
"I... Have a bit of a request though," she said with a blushing look. "Would you wear the costume?"
Josh was about to protest that he was going to burn it when his base instincts took over. Here was a hot, smart girl on his bed, and all he needed to do was a little sexual role play? He nodded. "Give me a couple of minutes."
With a chuckle, she nodded, giving Josh another kiss as she left the room. The minute she was gone, Josh started stripping in quick time, nearly diving for his closet. He'd talked to her about his heritage a couple times when she was researching a topic for a class about American politics, and he'd gotten the feeling that she actually did respect it. Who was he to argue with something that attracted her to him? He figured that they needed to talk about it later, but... the head between his legs was starting to control him. She wanted him now!
Throwing on the costume, he stuck his head out of the door and called her in. Liz slipped in, locking the door behind her as he was just getting the bonnet on. She looked at him from feet to the top of his feathers and gave him an appreciative growl, bringing Josh closer for a deep kiss, slipping the vest from his shoulders as she explored his body with her hands.
Josh held her shoulders, just drinking in the experience. After she broke out of the kiss, she avoided making any jokes, just letting them explore one another. She brought Josh's hands under her sweater to feel her smallish breasts; she must have taken her bra off before coming over to his room. Josh wasn't going to complain, he massaged her breasts with his paws and she cooed approvingly, bringing her paws to his wrists, shrugging out of her sweater. Josh helped her out of it just as he tripped over the rags of the leggings as he was leaning in for another kiss. The leggings shredded completely, falling off of his legs as he fell backwards onto his bed, making Liz laugh a little as he was already down to just the breechcloth and bonnet.
Josh drew her into another kiss to cover for the miscue as he sat up, rubbing her breasts again as she moaned quietly into the kiss. She brought her hand between his legs, feeling the response from underneath. Breaking the kiss again, Liz got down to her knees, bringing her head between Josh's legs.
Her hot breath and ministrations were certainly having an effect, as the bulge held underneath was growing; Josh could feel the tip of his shaft already leaving its sheath. She slowly removed the belt holding the breechcloth on, reaching in to bring her warm hand onto his shaft. Josh let out a murr as she threw the cheap cloth to the side.
Josh leaned back onto his bed, and Liz began to slowly stroke his inner thighs, taking his shaft in one hand. She gave Josh a small smile, then leaned in, opening her mouth to lick the tip. Josh groaned a bit, feeling her warm tongue slowly work its way around the shaft, bathing the bottom as she stroked it. She let out a breath, further adding to the stimulation.
Josh gripped the edge of his bed, closing his eyes as he curled up his lip. Liz enveloped his shaft, using just a slight hint of teeth as she moved up and down his shaft, giving his scrotum a squeeze. She certainly seemed experienced as she began to bop up and down, giving Josh a constant thrill as she swirled her tongue to accent her suction.
Josh let out short breaths, his heart starting to pound as his mind was attempting to processing these feelings. He wasn't even sure how long he'd be able to last under her soft torture.
Liz stopped after only a few minutes, a string of drool and precum dripping from her mouth to Josh's thighs. He was about to protest when she gave him a half-lidded smile. "Well come on," she said with a low, lusty voice. "What are you waiting for, Long River? You've got me where you want me, now come ravish me." She chuckled a little bit.
"So, you want to be ravaged, huh?" Josh replied, narrowing his eyes and growling playfully. "Fine, we'll see how this native treats his captive!" He stood up, his erection bobbing with the quickness of his ascent, then grabbed her shoulders. Shoving her forward over Benny's bed, Josh grabbed Liz's arms and held them to the small of her back. She struggled a bit as he then reached under her skirt with his free hand to grab her panties, he felt them sopping wet, and smiled. Slowly stroking a finger down her slit to reach her nub as he grabbed the waistband to roll them down, he used his claw to torture her clit, teasing it quickly and withdrawing for a few seconds, before returning to wit with his claw.
Liz whimpered at the rough treatment, squirming reflexively in his grasp. This only made Josh press his weight down, bringing his member down under her thrashing tail to press against the wet fabric of her panties. She whined, aching to feel him enter her. He spent a few minutes longer, bringing her panties down to bring a couple of fingers into her passage and tease her labia. She pressed against his touch, bringing her crotch to almost meet the tip of his aching shaft.
Without warning, he pulled her panties down all the way, using his feet to spread her legs. She was putty in his hands now, almost at the edge of her own orgasm from his rough treatment. That's when he decided to keep it going. Pressing on her captive arms, which felt limper in his hands than recently, he got to his knees, bringing his muzzle level with Liz's dripping snatch. Sticking his tongue out, he took a tentative lick, slowly teasing from her clit all the way up. Liz's strength returned, as she tried to get out of his grasp, burying her head in Bennie's mattress, letting out moans.
Josh then chuckled darkly to himself. She liked his costume, eh? Well he'd give it to her, all right. Lowering the bonnet on his head to where the cloth headband leaned on top of his muzzle, he lowered his head a bit until the bottoms of the feathers came into contact with her labia and inner thighs. Liz reacted immediately, screaming out into the mattress as she tried to bring her legs closed to avoid the tickling.
Josh barely could hold her arms down now as he licked her inner thighs, letting his feathers torment her. Liz's legs closed in on him a little as she started moaning and screaming her way to a wet orgasm. Her juices gushed a little bit on the bonnet, making the feathers slick now, but most of it soaked Josh's muzzle. He licked her juices, glad he was providing such entertaining torture to his captive. He was about to move in for another tease when she breathlessly begged for him to enter her. It was time for the main course.
With her spit still on his shaft and her cunt dripping from her orgasm, he was able to thrust all the way to the hilt with one stroke. Liz cried out, her inner muscles grasping his invading shaft. This in turn made Josh growl out in pleasure. He stayed there for a bit, leaning down to lick Liz's neck, feeling her shivering.
Withdrawing, he released her arms to take her shoulders, and plowed back in with the extra leverage. Benny's bed rocked as he began laying into her, thrusting quickly and powerfully as his own need for release began to take over. She wanted him to be a savage, and he was giving it to her. Her squeals of delight served to motivate Josh, as he continued sawing in and out.
The young couple both tensed up, and Liz grabbed the sheets off of Benny's bed, nearly tearing them as she growled in her own pleasure. As she wound up from every jerking thrust, she began to peel the sheets from his mattress. Josh jerked his head back with every thrust in, the feathers of his headdress shaking as he slapped his body into her willing and eager counter thrusts.
As the deep fucking continued, Josh already knew he was nearly at the edge. His knot had ballooned, and he could feel it going into her willing snatch further and further even as she screamed her way to another orgasm. Her inner muscles massaged him with the power of a tight fist, and Josh growled, his eyes closed as he enjoyed the ride. After what seemed like an eternity of insistent pumping, he felt his knot ease in, to the heightened sounds of her moaning.
That put him over the top. Josh howled in triumph as his hot seed entered his lover, glad for the dorm's soundproofing. He jerked into her gripping inner muscles, his strength flowing into her as they locked. His knees buckling, Josh collapsed, sharing a kiss with Liz as they basked in their own sweaty afterglow. Josh brought his arms around her with a sleepy smile, and she turned her head to face him.
"Benny... planned all of this.. you know," Liz said through breaths. "He rigged your bet."
"I had a hunch," Josh replied, amused. "He'd been lusting after me since we first roomed together."
"Yes... but he did this for me," she confessed. Josh's eyebrow raised, and she kissed his nose, smiling. "I told him I was interested in you for a while, and he promised to help you loosen up. He's the one who invited me to the strip club."
"Bastard. I could have done this without the humiliation."
"Oh? You didn't know my kink," she said with a chuckle. "I felt it was safe to tell him since he's, you know. And I know you're serious about your heritage, so even if we did get together, I don't know if I would have told you without offending you. Besides, you were too busy studying to notice I was giving you the eye." She stuck her tongue out, which Josh chuckled at, then took it between his teeth, locking her into another kiss. They slid down to the floor together, nuzzling.
"I guess I'll have to call off the hit-men then," Josh said with a happy sigh. So does this mean that we're..." He pondered the idea; he wasn't a virgin, but she was the first girlfriend he'd have had since entering college two years ago.
"Just as long as you wear the feathers now and then, Long River." She grinned, reaching up to the headdress and tugging at it playfully.
Josh just laughed.