Past Tense
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Past Tense
The vixen was refreshed after a wonderfully relaxing night in the Carlton Hotel. The masseuse was heavenly, as was the room service. It was disgustingly expensive but Daddy wouldn't allow her to spend a night without the very best accommodations. Although, she did manipulate him into whatever she desired. I mean, he did let his little angel spend a year out in the less civilized regions of Africa without the internet, car, decent food, her wardrobe, valet parking, or anything. Jennifer shook out her mane of dark hair and looked at the directions she'd gotten from the concierge. It was a few blocks away.
She caused heads to turn everywhere she went. Jennifer was a stunningly beautiful femme. As if being a vixen with bright orange fur with long black hair wasn't enough to attract attention to her, and it was, she had the kind of body that only existed in imaginations of young boys. A ferocious exercise regimen coupled with a little bit of plastic surgery made Jenny into a total bombshell. She was the total package, complete with high-riding breasts that were nearly perfect for her size... nearly. It was always better to err on the side of larger in that regard. Her waist was thin but not too thin, after all she did eat. Her slender yet still feminine hips swiveled as she walked down the block. The vulpine beauty also had a rounded, tight ass and near perfect legs. Even other femmes stopped and watched her go. Jennifer was a diamond among zirconium, and she knew it.
Her family was wealthy and her own personal holdings, even at the age of twelve, were impressive. Her 'Marketing' major was merely a formality, brought up in a family where she learned about the financial world at a young age from her father and step-mother. No siblings interfered with the attentions from her parents, and that attention was lavished upon her. Anything she wanted, she got. From a private appearance by the boy-band of the month at any given birthday, to a pony when she was five, to a Porsche 911 on her sweet sixteen. She has been given her heart's every wish for her entire life.
The vulpine goddess stopped at the intersection and waited patiently for the lights to change. Jennifer had everything she wanted save one thing, something she never realized she wanted. The whole thing was absurd, really. Daddy never really understood what had gotten into his little princess, but he caved in as usual. A fur that could negotiate billion dollar deals and could stare down visiting heads of state couldn't stand up to his own little girl.
Jennifer's father had never really agreed with the idea of her spending a year in the Peace Corps but her step-mother had lent her weight to the girl's side and off she went. Jenny and her step-mother were only six years apart. Both knew that she was a trophy but that didn't stop them from bonding like sisters instead of the more appropriate parent-child relationship. The only real excuse was to get away from everything she knew, see the world, and add some padding to her resume. Regardless of what Daddy thought about it, the young vixen was off to do some hard work of the generous and worthwhile type for a short time. But even there, her father's hand was evident. She was put into administrative and managerial positions overseeing some road construction, well away from any harm and potential trouble. That was where she met him, the fellow who had shaken the vixen's world to its very core... Adrian.
He was smart, funny, strong, handsome, and while not rich, certainly had potential with the right sort of help... the help that Daddy and his associates could provide. Adrian and Jennifer had been inseparable almost from the moment they met, all the way to their unfortunate separation. He had been so different, so new, so unlike everyone she had ever met. A life of luxury at home, the premier prep schools, Ivy League Universities, and living in the circles of the wealthy and powerful had never brought someone like Adrian into her life. Problems that seemed so damned difficult melted away with a few words from him. He never lost his temper when things went wrong and never gloated or boasted when things ran better than expected.
He was so... easy going about everything. Even lying in the dilapidated hospital (by any civilized standards) he was upbeat and incapable of being worried. 'So I have malaria, so what?' Adrian said. He was even more optimistic the second time after the car wreck. And, something she certainly didn't tell her father or step-mother, he was quite an inventive and considerate lover. Oh, he took his pleasure when he wanted, or needed it, but he would just as often work her like talented musician played their instrument. None of her old boyfriends could make her feel the things that Adrian made her feel. But she had lied to him, had lied about a lot of things.
The pedestrian light changed and Jennifer crossed, getting a whistle from a sexy little sports car that was right up at the line. Two more just like were right behind it and a third a bit farther back. She paid the old fur behind the wheel no mind. No male she'd ever consider would drive a piece of shit like that. Mass produced cars like that were for the uninspired and style-blind. Jennifer checked the street signs to make sure she was still on track.
Thinking back to her time when Adrian was unaware of the truth, Jennifer knew she had a hold of something that money couldn't buy, something special. Adrian was a lovable male and, while she thought she had him around her little finger, the frustrating male had proven to be very much outside her control. Why couldn't he just have gotten over the things she had glossed over? Jennifer hadn't really lied to him... well, not about anything terribly important. So she fudged a few facts about her family, schooling, purpose for being in the Peace Corps, and a bunch of other things as well, but that shouldn't have made a difference. Jennifer loved... no, was still in love with Adrian, even so long after his leaving her.
And that was what galled more than anything. He had left her. It hadn't been a week after getting back home, so many of the things she had told him falling apart like cheap shoes in the rain, that he had ended it. That was NOT how it was supposed to happen. No one ever broke up with her before. From fifth grade up to him, she had been the one to pick and choose. At first she was terribly upset, hurt, and surprised that he would be willing to break up over something so trivial. Then anger set in, a 'how dare he' kind of wrath against such a low-born shit. But then, the competitiveness that had been ingrained into her personality at such a young age kicked in. She would have him back.
It hadn't taken much effort to track him down. The private investigator had been worth the fifteen grand he charged. Her father had been more than a little perturbed by the expense but it was worth the effort of soothing Daddy. She now knew everything she could have possibly wanted to know about Adrian. All of the things he had told her during their time abroad had all checked out. It was a little irksome that he didn't need to tell any of the falsehoods that she had during their blissful time across the seas, but that was the past. The information about him, from his daily habits, to aspects of his employment, to his credit report and even his social life was detailed in near minutiae.
The last area of the investigator's report was the most interesting. It seemed he had spent a short period of time at a small apartment before moving in with two roommates. Except that the two roommates weren't really just his roomies, they were his lovers. The two bitches that had him now wouldn't stand a chance. She had seen pictures of them and had compared them to herself. She even had her step-mother get an identical camera and film the gumshoe used and had her take pictures of her in similar surroundings and in similar clothes. Everyone she showed them to (a careful few) agreed she had both the mouse and rabbit beaten, hands down.
Unfortunately, the private eye couldn't be retained to go in depth on the two females living with Adrian. He had already had engagements elsewhere that could not be put off, or so he said. There was too little time to waste finding another investigator with the kinds of credentials that this one had. Jennifer had packed up her things and caught the next flight, First Class. The trip had been acceptable, although the champagne was sub-par.
The next crosswalk was in her favor as she kept moving. All Jennifer had on her was her purse. She was a femme on a mission and ready for it. In her purse were her slim little pocketbook, a box of condoms, and a tiny little box from a little lingerie shop she frequented. Her step-mom took her there. Apparently the stuff there got a rise out of Daddy, and if it got an erection out of a sixty year old fox without drugs or hydraulics, it would work on Adrian. The vixen was dressed for the job to begin with. She wore a black choker and a simple summer dress that would be decent on a thirteen year old, but not on her. The hem barely came past her ass. Add a pair of heels that matched the choker and put her hair in a pony tail, and the girl was set, combining the 'cute' look with a heavy dose of 'sexy'.
Jennifer got to the right building and her face screwed up in disappointment. The building didn't look quite so... ordinary in the pictures. She was sure that her Adrian would have found a nicer place than this to call home. That would change soon enough. Entering the building was easy enough. Despite its simplicity and lack of elegance, the place did have a door-fur. Too bad he wasn't properly trained. The old canine opened the door without question, his eyes squarely on her shifting breasts. Jennifer knew that her walking around without undergarments was a powerful tool against males.
His last name was listed on the large tenant roster and she soon found his floor and room number, matching the private eye's information. Her beloved's name was right next to two others, the names of the little sluts who had taken her place. It was funny how it took two females to take her place in his life. Jenny felt a little surge of pride at that. The elevator ride was as smooth as could be expected under the circumstances. She got off on the appropriate floor and went to the apartment where he stayed.
Jennifer got to the door and let herself in. A key was another little thing that the investigator acquired. She made sure to lock the door behind her to keep up the illusion that everything was normal. The vixen looked around the apartment and found herself judging every little thing. It wasn't messy but neither was it what she expected. A fair amount of general stuff was about but nothing was exactly out of place. The kitchen was neat and orderly, likely Adrian's doing. The main room was more or less put together as she would have expected, considering the limitations of space... although the futon should be over a foot over to the left.
The vixen let her hair down and peeked into the two bedrooms, curious as to which one might be Adrian's. The first was definitely the girl's room. The smell of perfume was enough to dispel any potential mistakes there. With a snort, the cheap perfume offending Jennifer something fierce, she went to the second room. Her surprise was total. This was definitely a girl's room as well, no doubt about it. With a frown, and a paw combing out her hair a little, she sent back to the general purpose room.
"No... they wouldn't do that to him... would they?" She muttered, sniffing the futon. Her thought was realized instantly. She knew the smell of the male she wanted, and it was strong and clear here. He wasn't allowed to have a bed in his own home? Anger and indignation rose up like bile in Jennifer's throat. Those two would pay dearly for treating Adrian so poorly. How dare they force him to sleep on the futon while they slept comfortably?
Jennifer knew the times when everyone should be home. The girls would have met up after work and come home first. Adrian would get home shortly thereafter. It would be nice to confront those who sought to replace her in her Adrian's life. And if they tried anything, Jennifer was a fourth degree black belt. It was highly unlikely that the two usurpers could do anything to threaten her. A quick glance at the clock and the vixen smiled. They would be home in less than fifteen minutes if they were on time. She settled down on Adrian's futon and waited.
Time passed and the vixen began to get a little irritated. It was well past the time that the girls, and Adrian for that matter, would have gotten home. Becoming a little more curious, Jennifer looked over the calendar for any planned events. Finding nothing she looked at the small caller id box next to the phone. The most recent two calls were from the same place, a place called the 'Good Old Motel'. She saw a little pad of stick-notes and wrote the name and number down and looked around a little more.
The vixen looked in the trashcan and saw a torn up letter. It had only been torn once, making the entire thing extremely legible and a breeze to put back together. It was a badly written 'Dear John' obviously meant for Adrian. It was only halfway written before it had been torn up but the drama unfolding was clear. Jennifer smiled with smug satisfaction. Two ordinary females couldn't keep her man satisfied the way she could.
She found some scotch tape and repaired the letter, carefully folding it and putting in her tiny purse. Jennifer looked at the answering machine that was part of the phone and hit the small button to review messages. Two messages had been left. When the recording ended, the vixen erased them both and cleared the call id box of the calls. She looked around at the apartment one last time and left.
**
Adrian was a mess, a complete wreck. He wouldn't go home... couldn't go home. He called off work for the week. His supervisor, a good fellow named Rick, was sympathetic and decided not to be a jerk about things. Adrian had been living off of booze and two pizzas for the past several days. His wardrobe now consisted of his set of clubbing attire and some clothes he bought at a nearby thrift shop. It's amazing how far ten bucks can go in a place like that. It was the evening of that fourth day. He was wearing a pair of ill-fitting jeans and a simple white t-shirt as he lounged in front of his room on the balcony/walkway.
The buck hadn't done much over the past few days, except that fourth morning. His fur had been a tangled, matted horror. His breath had stunk to high heaven. During those three days he barely had the energy to go and relieve himself properly. He had tried to call the girls at home twice, to no avail. Adrian even tried at their jobs earlier on the third day to speak with them, but neither had been to work. The buck couldn't build up the courage to call anywhere else.
Time passes very, very, very slowly when you feel guilty and downright awful. So Adrian did what he could to get around that. A box of wine and a few bottles of the most potent liquor he could buy seemed to dull any awareness of misery, at least for a short while. Each morning began with the pain of overindulgence of the sauce, and knowledge of what he'd done burned into his mind. Every time Adrian woke up he found himself hating life, hating himself, hating everyone. By the fourth morning that hatred had spread... Leslie and Gabriel first and foremost, but a little anger was slowly ebbing towards Samantha and Orchid. They could have called him, or responded in some way. With each morning he still felt terrible but the source was more from being hung over. His anger encompassed less of himself and more of the girls.
It was that fourth morning, shortly after he woke up, that Adrian realized that the smell of alcohol and B. O. wasn't exactly a pleasant aroma. The stench permeated the room and it only now hit his nose. The buck opened the windows and the door to air out the place, and took a long hot shower. He cleaned everything and put on got dressed in the jeans and shirt. For a second he thought about calling Simon but decided not to. Adrian thought he might have called his friend on his work cell number but couldn't remember it offhand. Drinking does that to you. Besides, the girls probably had him on their side anyway. So, once more, he began to drink the afternoon and evening away.
It was roughly 7 p.m. that his stomach began to rumble. Adrian ate some of the cold, stale pizza he had ordered some two nights back... or was it three? He moved a chair off the concrete walkway and brought the second of the three bottles of whiskey with him as he had his meal and watched television. He stopped and grabbed a now warm and fizz-less 2 liter bottle of Cola as well. He needed something to chase he harsh aftertaste of hard booze out of his mouth. The buck wasn't a connoisseur of the more potent liquor and some of that stuff tasted downright nasty. How that goof-ball Simon enjoyed any of this shit was completely beyond Adrian.
The buck had just knocked back a mouthful of whiskey when his ears found something more interesting than the television. The sound of a powerful engine revving in the parking lot sounded again, pricking Adrian's ears as he washed down a mouthful of whiskey with equally wretched tasting soda. The television program that was most palatable to a half drunken buck, old cartoons, didn't have enough draw to keep him from investigating. He put both bottles down on the small nightstand. Adrian stopped as he started to walk towards the concrete walkway/balcony. He had to go. After a short, half spoken deliberation between his bladder and his brain, he walked to the open doorway and looked out over the guard rail.
He watched as sleek Porsche drove up, a shiny black beast of such beauty and class that it couldn't be ignored. In his alcohol addled mind he felt it should be familiar to him. As if it was something that was attached to another something deep in his memories. With a shrug, Adrian turned and fulfilled his self-imposed bargain with his own body and went to the bathroom, his bladder urging him on. He sighed with relief as the yellow tinted stream arched into the bowl. With a drunken flourish he pushed the chrome-plated lever and sent the watered down urine down to whatever realm awaited it.
Adrian got out of the bathroom and took the one step to the dual basin sink and washed his hands. He looked in the mirror and saw he still looked like hell, if cleaner than the way he'd woken. He bent over and splashed some warm soapy water into his facial fur and hair, rinsing it out thoroughly. A complimentary comb was pulled through his hair to some degree of success, despite catching more than a few knots. When he lifted his head back up, content with a less shoddy appearance, he saw something in the mirror that hadn't been there. The reflection caught the bright white rectangle of the still open doorway. Before he begun grooming himself, it had been empty white light. Now there was the silhouette of something out of a dream. He couldn't make out the features but he could tell it was a femme... and what a femme. Curves like that were either god-given or store-bought.
"Uh... Can I help you?" He asked as he turned around. Adrian's voice sounded gravelly and worn as if he were twenty years older.
"My God, what have those two done to you?!" A vaguely familiar voice cried out in dismay. The shadowy silhouette began coming right at him rather quickly, the darkness ebbing away to show the features of someone Adrian honestly never expected to see again.
"Jenn? What the hell are you doing here?" Adrian whispered, not believing his eyes.
**
The messages that Jennifer had found didn't help her disposition. So what if Adrian had a little fun with a couple? He was a young male, and it was natural for him to want to get as much ass as he could, especially if the two harlots couldn't keep him occupied. Jennifer couldn't honestly say she wouldn't be upset about the male on male aspect, but she could forgive him that, so long as it never happened again. Besides, she hadn't exactly been entire faithful to Adrian during their little 'intermission'.
But those two were holding it against him and that Adrian was suffering because of it was not acceptable, not at all. Jennifer knew she had to find him and help him as soon as possible. It was easy enough to find the buck. The 'Good Old Motel' was in the phone book along with an address and small map for directions. The front clerk of the motel was most accommodating. Jennifer was not surprised to find that the room was a shit hole. Her mate, the one who had been in her fantasies for far too long was standing there at the sink, trying to make himself halfway presentable. Her heart damned near burst when he recognized her.
"You're an absolute mess! Did they hurt you? If they fucked with your mind, I'll make them wish they'd never been born." The vixen said, looking over her buck. Despite the surroundings he was clean, if a little unkempt.
The vixen walked around him, almost like an impromptu inspection. It was like he hadn't changed a bit since he left. He seemed to be alright, until she met his gaze. Jennifer suddenly found herself filled with anger and hate. She looked into his eyes. Surprise was written across his face but something was beneath that. Hurt, simple unjustified hurt. Those two bitches had done something to him, something bad. Jennifer could tell in his voice in the recordings that he was feeling terrible. Now that he stood before her, she knew it was much more severe. She slipped her arms around him and hugged him tight. She breathed in his smell. Unlike the rest of the room, he smelled clean.
Adrian didn't respond at first but, after a moment, his arms rose and he squeezed her tight. Jennifer could have cried she was so happy that Adrian truly wanted her back. If he didn't want her, he wouldn't be responding now would he? This was better than she had planned. There would be no reason to make Adrian choose. Those two sluts had made the choice for him. The vixen began to rub the small of his back and the base of his tail, murmuring into his shoulder. Her body slowly pushed against his. The scent of alcohol was coming off his breath, but that was understandable. As she played with his short tail, Jennifer felt his hands slide down and do likewise with her bushy tail. She flipped it out and around him.
"Let's get you out of here." She whispered, leading him out of the room and into the fading light of day.
**
Samantha and Orchid couldn't stay at the apartment. There were too many memories there. So, they were with Tiffany and Simon. Simon kept the kids entertained while Tiff did her best to placate the two femmes. Simon had stayed out of it from the beginning, declaring neutrality as soon as the circumstances began to come up, although, at times it seemed like he definitely wanted to say something to Orchid and Sam.
"So what are you two going to do?" Tiffany asked. She had put out some hot tea and brought out two cartons of ice cream.
Orchid was taking it harder than Sam, although it was difficult to see. Both had dark paths of tears streaking their facial fur. Neither had been to work all week. Marie and Connie had pulled the truth out of them and said they'd make sure no one gave them any grief for missing a few days.
"I can't believe it's over." Orchid sniffed, passing up the tea and going straight for the Rocky Road. "But... I can kind of understand Leslie but... Gabriel?"
Samantha just shook her head. They had done so much together. How in the name of shit could Adrian possibly think to fuck around? Sam had, originally, planned on going out to Leslie's place and taking some serious anger and frustration out on her. Tiffany had to literally sedate the mouse to keep her from going out and physically hurting the bobcat. The valium had long since worn off but the anger had been supplanted with despair, the worse of the two by far.
"I hope he's not feeling any better. I heard that Leslie has gonorrhea. That means Adrian may have it. That's a small consolation." Sam said icily. "That dumb-ass deserves every bit of misery and more for pulling this shit. I just want to know why that fucker hasn't called or made any attempt to... to talk to us." Sam swallowed and grabbed the carton of chocolate fudge swirl.
"I... I wish I hadn't written that letter." Orchid said in a small voice. The bunny tried to say more but sobs welled up in her throat.
Sam opened her mouth to speak but stayed silent. The letter telling Adrian to basically 'fuck off' had been something that had been troubling Orchid from the instant they left the apartment. Orchid hadn't been able to finish it, her hands literally shaking to the point where she couldn't hold a pen. Samantha tried to finish it but ended up ripping it in half and stuffing in the trash. Maybe he had seen it. Maybe he had packed up and left. They had gone over this the last two nights and neither Orchid nor Sam could do it again.
"I wish ... I wish this didn't hurt so much." Orchid whispered, getting the tiniest of holds over her emotions for the moment.
"It hurts because we love the big shit head." Samantha said. The bunny was the wailing type of crier. Sam would just let the tears come and hide in a dark corner. The tears were streaming now. The two distraught girls embraced, feeling a connection between each other that had only come from loving the same male and each other. Tiffany felt a wee bit out of place but stayed. She looked up, a little confused as Simon entered the room. He didn't look at all congenial.
"That's it. I've had enough of this." He said in a firm, no nonsense tone. Even if any of the three femmes were going to respond, he didn't stop to let them.
"I've spoken with Rick Finn. You all know him. That otter who works with Adrian, his supervisor? It seems Adrian hasn't been into work or home all week. It seems he never went home at all." He said, scowling at the assembled femmes. Tiff knew what was coming and tried to gesture 'absolutely not' to her mate. He saw it and summarily ignored her. He'd pay later but was prepared to. The girls looked up at him, surprised at his tone. Simon was the type to keep his anger under control at all times. I mean, he has kids for fucks sake. But the kids weren't right there and he was obviously finished keeping this inside.
"Rick called me on my work cell yesterday around lunch time. Adrian's been staying at a shitty little hotel all week. From what he told me, the big moron is in even worse shape than you two. He's been drinking every night to try and 'get away from the hurt', and those are his words." Simon's fur was definitely ruffled. "And have either of you bothered checking your messages?"
The girls shook their heads. Why should they have checked for messages? Adrian knew that they were here because they left a message on the answering machine...oh, right. He never went home. Their eyes widened at the prospect that Adrian had no idea where they were. If he didn't know where they were, he could only leave messages at home or at work. Marie and Connie likely wouldn't pass on anything from him but the machine at home may have something.
"He... he doesn't know where we are?" Orchid ventured, quietly.
"No, he doesn't." Simon growled. Tiffany stood up and opposite her mate, the fur on the back of her neck rising up a little. She growled right back at him.
"Oh god, Oh god, Oh god...." Samantha began to babble, getting up and walking around with no where to go. "He didn't... Maybe he... Oh fucking hell..."
Orchid was not doing any better. She stared, unblinking, at the table, her eyes twitching just a little now and then. Her mind was racing and all the possibilities hurtling through her consciousness. The ramifications for such a simple slip up were huge and it had started to slam into the bunny like a freight train. She got up, grabbed Sam and looked at Simon. He was still faced off against his wife.
"Where did he call from?" She asked coolly. The rabbit was no longer distraught but looked more like she had a mission. The mouse caught wind of the vibe and fell right into it.
"The Good Old Motel, it is right near the club you all went to." Simon said, still locked in a staring contest from hell with his mate. The two girls grabbed their purses from the counter top of the kitchen and left.
Tiffany and Simon continued to stare at each other intensely.
"You didn't have to do that." Tiffany growled.
"It had to be done." Simon replied in kind. "At least they're doing something about instead of moping around."
"You could have been less brutish about it." Said Tiffany, her anger lessening but still pissed. "It wouldn't hurt to do as I say now and then."
"I wasn't going to watch three of my best friends destroy something so wonderful. They would have let it fall apart. I couldn't let that happen." He replied. Simon no longer growled and his fur slowly began to smooth itself out. "I seem to recall doing quite a bit what you tell me to."
"You are such an asshole sometimes." She whispered, her eyes looking up and down her mate. Tiffany knew what he was talking about, the dirty little pervert.
"You're an accommodating pushover." He breathed, panting a little.
"Unfeeling bastard..."She whispered, breathing a little heavier.
"Bleeding heart bitch..."He panted back.
A moment of silence stretched out between them. They're staring contest was no longer one of forcing one's will upon the other, but a way to keep from ripping each other's clothes off and rutting on the kitchen floor like teenagers. Both caught the first wisps of the scent of the other, arousal.
"Where will we put the kids?" She asked, licking her lips.
"Mike next door owes me a favor." He said, a bulge growing in his pants.
"I'll be upstairs waiting for you." She said, panting as well. "Should I start without you?"
"You're such a dirty bitch." Simon said. Smiling as he kept his eyes locked on hers.
"You're such a dirty bastard." Tiffany replied as she walked towards their bedroom, hips swaying.
"HEY, KIDS!! YOU'RE GOING OVER TO UNCLE MIKE'S!" Simon yelled.
"Yay!!!"
**
Adrian was still kind of dazed as he rode in Jennifer's car. It was nothing like his piece of junk. You couldn't hear or feel anything, smooth as silk. The fox had brought along one of the bottle's of booze, 'the best one' in her words. They pulled up to a hotel somewhere downtown, not that he really knew which one it might have been. It looked ungodly expensive. She passed the keys off to the valet and guided him out of the car and over through the lobby to the elevators. A few furs stared, a well dressed and lovely vixen guiding a ragged looking buck. Jennifer didn't seem to mind.
"It's good to see you again." She murmured as she petted him softly once they boarded an empty elevator. "I don't know what those girls did to make you feel so bad, but you don't have to feel bad anymore."
She kissed him before he could say anything. He froze for a moment, and then responded slowly. Her body pressed up against his was... pleasant. Jennifer's scent and taste were all too familiar. It was like the times overseas. He let himself fall back, back to when it was just the two of them. Everything about that time was so... wonderful, from sneaking away at odd hours to rendezvous for a midnight tryst, to taking long lunches to make room for a quickie, to one hiding under the desk of the other and licking them insane. But the lies... she lied about so many things. She had hurt him, almost as badly as he had felt. Jennifer had been hurt, too.
The doors to the elevator opened and Jennifer broke the kiss and pulled Adrian with her onto their floor. There were only two suites on this floor and she didn't waste time opening the door. It was a nice room, bigger than Adrian would ever need. The instant he was inside the door, Jennifer was on him. She kissed him hotly, much more risqué than before. The white t-shirt was torn off of him and thrown to the floor. Jennifer stepped back and enjoyed the sight of her male looking so firm and strong. He hadn't let his body go since she'd last seen him. If anything, he looked stronger, more defined, and a little sexier. The vixen positively threw her body against him.
Adrian was grateful for a sturdy wall behind him as Jennifer verily attacked him. Those hands of hers were everywhere... on his shoulders, then his chest, across his back, down over his ass, on his hips, everywhere. Her hands deftly opened his jeans and pushed them down. Adrian let the slightly baggy jeans fall down to the floor, stepping out of them awkwardly. He didn't have on any socks or boxers. He was excited, of course. An alcohol-addled mind and intense sexual advances from a former squeeze generally brought this kind of thing out.
"Oh my... I'd forgotten..." She whispered, staring at the prominent erection that sprouted from Adrian's body. She pulled the summer dress up and over her head, eager to join her male in near nakedness. She was wearing her little purchase, a tiny little pair of panties and a g-string that covered her mound and only just. A cup-less bra held her impressive tits up and out, nipples standing out proudly. Her heels and the small choker around her neck matched both undergarments. Jennifer knelt down in front of the cornered deer and stroked his swiftly growing member, cooing as it pulsed with life and heat. Her long and dexterous vulpine tongue snaked out and began to bathe that large pink member, getting a shiver out of the male.
Adrian panted as his cock was stroked and licked. With little warning, a sly look on the vixen's face, he was engulfed by the warmth of her mouth, that tongue dancing all over him. Jennifer was always good at this, better than Orchid and Sam although he could never say so. Jennifer just had a longer muzzle and bigger mouth and could accommodate him more easily. The fox had him balls deep in her mouth and seemed to enjoy it almost as much as Adrian. Jennifer had a hand between her legs, pulling the flimsy panel of material aside and stroking her slit in time to her work on Adrian's wonderful body. It wasn't the size, or the girth, or anything other aspect of this penis, except that this was Adrian, her Adrian, which made it so arousing.
Jennifer let the rock hard penis slide slowly out of her mouth, looking up at the pleasure-blinded buck. She rose up a little and let the heavy member fall into her generous cleavage, licking the tip as she slowly bobbed up and down. Adrian's hands, thus far balled into fists and willed to stay put disobeyed their master, moving behind the vixen's head and urging her to let more of his cock into her mouth with each bob of her body. His hips began to move in time to her movements, thrusting slightly on each down stroke she took. She moaned in delight, overjoyed that he was getting into it. Pleasuring someone can just get... boring when it's one-sided. And making a male loose that façade of control is always an ego-booster.
She continued for a little while, getting a few squirts of pre-cum from Adrian, the clear sticky salty fluid like ambrosia on her tongue. Her hand no longer gently stroked her sex but plunged wantonly, making delightful squelching sounds. Jennifer rose up before the buck, Adrian's hands falling away without even the slightest pressure from her. The vixen grabbed his hand and guided him over to the extremely large bed. Jenn crawled upon the bed, on hands and knees, waving her lush tail at him, exposing her sex and then covering it, teasing him.
Adrian followed, wanting what was being flashed at him so carelessly. He crawled up behind Jennifer, crawling up over her rump, smacking it with an open hand slap. The firm flesh rippled oh so wonderfully, the femme arching her back, exposing her sex more with a moan. The buck's glistening hard-on waved back and forth as he moved farther over the vixen, covering her back with his chest, nuzzling the back of her neck. She moaned and rolled her hips. The hot hard spear of lust poked at her thigh wanting it to spread her folds, to plumb her depths, to fuck her.
It only took two tries, both unassisted and unguided, on Adrian's part for his member to slide into the vixen's body. She shivered as he stretched her walls, so long had it been since his last visit. With a guttural growl, he withdrew and thrust home again. She could feel him striking the end of her canal, bottoming out within her sex. Jennifer whimpered and tried to reach around to her sex, to stroke herself towards her climax faster. Adrian stopped her, catching her at the wrist. He grabbed her other wrist and held them out to the sides as he slowly moved over her. Her arms were pinned out from her body, her upper body resting on the firm bed. She bit at the linens to keep from screaming out, begging Adrian to fuck her faster... harder... deeper...
The languid pace continued as they shifted positions. He released her and flipped her over onto her back. Adrian grabbed her legs and forced them back against her body, her knees crushing her breasts, as he went back to his maddeningly slow fucking. He added a little extra stimulation, bringing one hand down to cup her mound and began to flick his fingertips over her engorged clit. By the next change up she was panting, feeling her orgasm off in the distance.
Then he shifted again, letting her legs off her chest and lifting her up, holding her against him. Adrian lifted and dropped her onto his cock. Jennifer's legs wrapped around his waist and her arms closed around his neck and shoulders as he let gravity take over half of the task. The vixen bit his shoulder, his pace faster than before. His finger teased her asshole, a slight glaze of her frothed juices having already run down her crack during the last position. She squealed when he penetrated to the first knuckle of his forefinger.
She came, the first orgasm she had had that felt truly satisfying. It had been so long since she had had sex like this, so raw and powerful. She clutched at Adrian with her entire body, inside and out. The buck moved faster as she thrummed over his cock and squeezed at his body. It wasn't the outright best fuck she'd had, but definitely one of the top five. He never stopped his pace, all through her release. The lazy pace was exquisite as his still hard shaft plied her depths. Any faster and it would have hurt from over stimulation. He remembered so much about her. Jennifer groaned as her mate continued. She was finished but her baby needed his cookie.
Another forcible shift came as Jennifer began to a little sore. He leaned back and took her with him, the luscious vixen in charge atop the strong, large buck. Their hands met, fingers interlacing. A thrust from his hips was all the urging the fox needed. Jennifer rose up perpendicular to Adrian, his cock once more buried pleasantly within. He was damned close and she wanted him to come, to spurt inside her. She ground her body, loving the feeling of that big cock stirring her sex. Those intertwined hands never parted as Jennifer rode her lover, lost for so long, willing his release to wash over him.
She smiled devilishly as his hands squeezed and body tensed. The vixen pulsed around the buck's cock, pushing him over the edge. With a gasp his hips jerked in time with his firing penis, his spend splashing inside Jennifer's body. She shivered with pride and affection as she lay down on the panting male, his eyes closed. The fox could feel the remnants of her own spend and the newly arrived cum from Adrian drip down from her over-full canal and onto Adrian. His penis took its sweet time in shrinking. By the time he was fully withdrawn, he was sound asleep, snoring lightly. Jennifer smiled and snuggled against him.
Jennifer had her prize back.