The First Meeting - Part 1
The First Meeting - Part 1
"True love! Don't be an idiot!" my mate told me. "You don't know her! You know nothing about her; not where she lives, her name, what she looks like, nothing at all."
"But I know she's out there, loser!" I shouted back to him, anger beginning to blaze.
I was lovelorn, to say the least. Nineteen years old. No girlfriend, flat broke. Nothing ever seemed to go my way, ever!
"Listen to yourself; you sound like a dumbass," he said to me, then putting on a sarcastic tone. "'But I know she's out there!' You need to get real!"
"Shut up asshole, you don't know anything about what it's like for me in my life. You have always had it easy! Money, friends... girls!"
"Maybe if you dropped that weird art thing you like, then maybe you'd get the last two things as well!"
That night I lay in bed looking up at the ceiling. Was it true? Did I have few real friends because of my passions? I rolled onto my side and looked at the wall. It was getting hard to hold back the tears.
"Why do you cry?" a voice whispered to me. I clamped my hands over my ears, trying to block it out. Trying in vain to hold back the maddeningly sweet, feminine voice that I had once thought of as belonging to my only love.
"You don't exist," I whispered to myself. "You don't exist, you don't exist, you don't exist!"
Suddenly I felt it. A furred hand on my bare shoulder. I screwed my eyes shut, insisting in my head that it was just a dream; a horrible dream.
The hand gripped my shoulder and rolled me onto my back so I was looking up at the ceiling again. I kept my eyes closed as tight as I could, my hands still covering my ears. Another furred hand joined the other, sliding up either arm to gently pull my hands away from my ears.
"Please, don't do this to me! I only want to see you happy," the voice said, one of its hands holding mine, the other rubbing my chest.
"I'm dreaming! This isn't happening to me, it's only a dream. A very realistic dream!"
The hand on my chest moved up to my face, stroking my cheek. I could feel someone's hot breath near my face. Slowly I opened my eyes.
"Lucas you faggot," I yelled and pushed him off my bed.
"Haha, got you!" he said. He was wearing fluffy gloves.
"You should have been an actor asshole, that voice you did was creepy!" I told him, wondering exactly how he had managed such a girly voice.
The next night I again stared up at the roof. Friday nights were the worst where I lived. Thin walls and loud neighbours made sleeping a task unto itself. Lucas was out with his girlfriend, so I didn't have to worry about him pulling another prank like last night. I rolled onto my side trying to sleep, but the party that was going on down the street was really loud. I looked over at my clock; 10pm. Too early to call the cops to get them to shut up. I closed my eyes and drifted into a light sleep.
I awoke to the feel of a furred hand on my shoulder again.
"Lucas," I said without opening my eyes. "If that's you I swear to god I'm gonna shove those gloves where..."
I sat up and looked around the room. It was empty. I glanced at my clock; 3am. I rubbed at my eyes, and everything was silent. No more parties, no cars going past on the road. Not even the creek of grasshoppers penetrated the night's silence.
I lay back down on my side facing the wall.
Again I felt the hand on my shoulder. My heart began to beat faster. I knew it couldn't be Lucas; there was nowhere to hide in my room, as bare as it was, my bed and drawers the only things occupying it.
Hot breath was near to my ear.
"I've wanted this for so long," it whispered in its sweet tone. The hands rolled me onto my back so I was looking up at her.
In the strangely bright moonlight, I caught my first glimpse of the one I had longed for, for so long.
Her red hair hung down past her well defined muzzle, the white fur of her chest and gloved hands shining brightly in the dull light. Her eyes were a dark brown that shone from the titian fur of her face and the rest of her body. Her bushy black tipped tail curled around her body, brushing my bare chest.
"By your expression, I take it you like what you see," she said to me in a suggestive tone. She leaned in closer to me and whispered, "Cause I sure like what I'm seeing right now."
I turned my head and looked away from her gaze.
"You don't mean that," I said quietly. She turned my head so I was looking back at her. She kissed me. My first one, and god, I loved it! She lingered in it for a little bit longer than she probably intended, sensing how much I was liking it.
"Of course I do! Would I have done that if I didn't?"
"I... I guess not," I said a little embarrassed. I reached for the light next to my bed, but she grabbed my hand, stopping me.
"No leave it off, I want to have some fun with you first," she said moving my hand to her waist. Gently caressing my fingers across her softly furred tummy. And then moving them further down. She lent forward, pressing herself to me, putting my hand between her legs. It was incredibly soft down there, and I could clearly see the expression of pure bliss on her face as she rubbed my hand up and down herself as she lay on my chest.
"What's my name?" she asked, her bliss becoming clearer. I thought for a second, unsure as what she would be called.
"Gemma?" I ventured. Her smile broadened. She began to rub more intently, pressing herself hard up against me. I couldn't take it though.
She was moaning as her pleasure climbed to its peak. She arched her back, and collapsed onto my chest. I pulled my hand from hers, my fingers covered in a sticky fluid..
"No." Her voice sounding almost pleading. "Please, don't stop! I want to keep going!"
"I have too though, I shouldn't of let you go as far as you did in the first place." I told her, looking into her eyes. She rested her head back onto my chest.
"Okay, you don't need to explain why. I already know." She sighed deeply as she wound down from the pleasure, but managed to look into my eyes "Please don't feel used. Please."
I wrapped my arms around her, and she snuggled up under my chin, breathing lightly.
"I don't Gemma, but let's not do something like that for a while, ok?"
"I'm not going to leave you," she whispered.
The sunlight was what woke me in the morning. I sat up and looked around; the sound of water rushing through the pipes greeting my ears as I finally began waking up. Was it just a dream? I sighed in disappointment; it must have been, no-one else was in the room. I rubbed at my eyes to clear the fog that was clouding them. I paused. One of my hands smelled a little strange, so I gave it a slight sniff. It had a very feminine scent to it.
"I gotta be going insane," I told myself. I got out of bed, and put on a pair of clean pants, tossing the pair I wore to bed in the wash basket. The door to my room opened. I was looking for a shirt in my drawers, so I had my back to the door.
My eyes widened slightly when slightly damp furred hands wrapped themselves around my waist.
"Anything in there I can wear?" Gemma asked me. I turned and kissed her, joy overwhelming me.
"Someone's happy to see me, for once," she said when I broke the kiss. In the sunlight she was even more beautiful than when I saw her last night in near darkness. Her slender frame made her look extremely sexy, and she was just an inch shorter than myself; her feet were sheathed in blacked furred socks.
"Last night wasn't a dream then?" I whispered. She smiled up at me.
"If it was, then I sure enjoyed it to! Was it worth the wait?" she asked coming in for another kiss. Wrapping her arms around my neck.
"Definitely," I replied just before we locked lips again.