Junior Year: The Party

Story by kergiby on SoFurry

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#10 of Junior Year


So, this is my first chapter in this series that's adult. It's also the longest by about 800 words or so. You know the rules/laws. You also know that most people will break it. Enjoy!

I woke up that morning when Sophie climbed over me and stepped on my penis. It should never be stepped on. I grimaced loudly and she quickly got off me. I rubbed my eyes, confused.

"Sophie, why am I in your room?" I asked her, my voice gruff from fatigue.

"You fell asleep while reading to me I guess." I nodded like I understood. Then I remembered. The nightmare she had. The fear in her eyes, and how much I wanted to keep her safe. I stood and shook myself out slightly. I yawned and my canine teeth were exposed to the morning air. The curtains in her room were blowing in the slight morning breeze. That was one thing I didn't have, was breezes in the basement. But I still liked it. Besides, privacy is enjoyable. I walked out of the room so Sophie could change in privacy and into the bathroom. I used to use this one all the time, but I didn't need to once I got the basement. I looked at everything of Sohpie's. The bath toys that she was slowly, but surely, out growing. She always loved the water, even though it made her smell not that great. She just had a lot of fun with it. I suspected she was going to join the swim team at some point.

I left the bathroom, my business done, and went downstairs. Mom was in the kitchen making pancakes when I came down. She still didn't know I was there, so I crouched low. My ears went back, and I was in predator mode. I slowly approached her and jumped up at her grabbing in a big hug.

"Brent Phillips!" She screamed as I picked her up swinging her around. It may sound a little weird to do that, but I liked messing with her. Mom and I had a playful relationship. It was built largely on teasing and scaring each other. The worst was one night I was finally able to get to sleep from a terrifying movie, and she slammed my door open, and had a hockey mask on, with a large, rusty butcher knife in hand. I squealed in terror, I mean, wouldn't you? She had a knife! It was midnight! There were so many things wrong with the image. I later got her back by pretending she ran over Sophie. Sophie was nice enough to play along. Mom didn't think it was that funny. She gave me a lecture about not using your sister like that and blah blah blah. But the whole time, even as she was grounding me, she had a slight smile on her face. She knew that I got her good, and she'd have to work hard to one up me.

I let her down and she started hitting me with the spatula. I was laughing too hard to care. She was laughing her "oh I know how funny that was, but here's my foot in your ass" laugh.

"That was mean!" She said, slightly agitated.

"Mom, it's pronounced 'fun'," She only turned around and went back to the pancakes. I ran downstairs and pulled my shirt off, throwing it in the hamper. I then got my pants off, struggling slightly with the tail. I looked around for my the new pair of pants I wanted to wear. They were a dark blue, and were really comfortable, plus they went well with this one shirt I got. I grabbed said shirt, and put it on, buttoning the top while walking upstairs. By then breakfast was ready so I pulled up a chair at the kitchen table.

"Did you spend the night with your sister?" Mom asked.

"Yeah. I wasn't meaning to, but I just sorta fell asleep."

"Well she needed someone. So I'm glad that you were there for her." She put some pancakes and sausage on a plate for me and brought it over to me. She kissed the top of my head and ruffled my hair. "You're a good brother." I smiled and rubbed her back with my free hand.

"Thanks mom."

I coasted on through the day, doing homework which involved writing a paper for Econ, working on Dimensional Analysis for Science, and a whole mess of problems for Trig. I used to struggle with math for the longest time, but I was able to finally get it with the help of this one tutor. Her name was Lace Patrick and she was a tiger, a year older than me. She was the first one to finally help me enough to get it. She also was my first kiss.

I was crushed because of a terrible grade on a test. I was scared that Dad would get upset with me. I was near tears, but she was very understanding. She told me to work harder, I'd get it eventually. I looked up at her and thought about just how beautiful she was. I scooted next to her and kissed her very simply. She didn't fight. She went further into it and when we parted, she licked her lips with a smile. She kept tutoring me, but it always ended in a very particular way. She and I would wind up on the couch, her on top of me, moaning as I kissed her with a certain ferocity. She was really good at kissing, and I always tasted her for a while afterwards. One day though, a few days before I would turn thirteen, something happened. I thought it was really weird at first, but then I realized what she was doing, and that's when I really started enjoying it.

We were kissing as usual. She was on top as usual, and she was moving her hips a lot. She was pressing herself further into me with desire. I wasn't complaining, though I was still a little shy about my body, so it felt weird when my foxiness was protruding from my sheath while being so close to Lace. Lace seemed to like it though. She was moaning slightly, which was more than a little arousing. She stopped and got off me, and onto her knees. She was pawing at my crotch, playfully, I would have laughed at the sight if i wasn't moaning in pleasure. She was rubbing my crotch and I was lightly scratching behind her ear, which apparently was a turn on for her. She was very bold with her next move when her hands slipped into my pants and straight up felt me up. This was the first time I had really had a girl's hands on my penis so I was dying with pleasure. She undid the top of my pants and we both kinda worked on wiggling them down to about my knees. Lace had never struck me as someone who would be this... sex-crazed, but I saw the look of desire in her eyes and realized that she must be in heat. I might have been twelve, but I wasn't a complete moron.

As my modest fox penis was out in the open, I felt her breath on it and squirmed uncomfortably. It was nice, fuck that, it was really pleasant, but it was such a tease. She got her head closer to my penis and licked her lips. Lace very slowly brought her tongue out and slid it from the base to the tip of my penis. I jumped as her tongue delicately scraped against me.

"You okay?" She asked.

"Yeah... Just keep going," I said, having a taste for it now. She nodded with understanding and did the same action again, going just a bit faster, and longer. She continued for a bit, each time increasing the pressure in my penis. I thought it was the best thing ever, but I wasn't even expecting what she did next. Lace opened her mouth, and slowly covered the tip of my penis.

"Oh fuck." I cringed in sheer delight. My tail was trying to wag but was constricted by the position I was in. Lace was an expert. Like, literally. She had to have been. I still haven't had a better blow job in my life. The way her tongue ran over me. The way she moaned and looked at me, was so damn attractive. I continued in pure ecstasy moaning, and bucking my hips in tempo with her own actions. I felt the pressure build up and start to become unbearable. I was nearly crying with joy. She forced the entirety of my penis, which I'll admit wasn't that hard at the size it was then, into her mouth til she was deep into my fur, smelling the sweat and testosterone of my body.

My first orgasm and ejaculation happened at the same time. I came in Lace's mouth, which seemed really mean at the time, but she really enjoyed it. Until some started coming out of her nose. Then she was laughing and in a serious state of discomfort. Lace simply enjoyed it and licked it up with interest. We messed around a few times after that, but about a month after that day, Lace came to the tutoring session one day and was really upset. She told me that she was moving in about a week.

So of course, we enjoyed every day together.

I left the house at about 5:20 freshly showered with a new shirt on. It was a nice button up shirt that had a pattern on it, and had velvety material on the back. I wore a pair of jeans with them and was feeling pretty good about my appearance. I smelled a little of cologne. Normally I'd say no to cologne, because the smell likes to hang out in my fur for weeks afterwards, but I figured this was a little bit of a special occasion.

I heard the music playing loudly from about a block away. I pulled up to the driveway and immediately knew something was off. There were no cars around. I saw no one from the windows. Shit... I walked to the door and rang the doorbell. It opened almost instantly, and Haley burst out, near tears.

"No one came." She said.

"Shit. That sucks Hale'." I was really sorry for her. I mean, throwing this big party, and no one comes? That's harsh.

"C'mon." She took my hand and led me inside. I looked around and saw this big open area that she cleared out to dance in. The stereo was still going, but she grabbed a remote and shut it off. I sat down on the couch and looked at the place. It was really cozy. And really tidy. I suspected that it was her father, a probable controlling neat freak. Haley sat down next to me and brushed her hair behind her ear. She wore tight fitting pants and a blue top that just really made her eyes shine even more. She wore only a little make up, mascara, lip gloss, and blush. It all was really pretty on her.

"Nice place." I said feeling just a tad awkward.

"Thanks. My dad designed it."

"Cool." I could tell that her dad would come up more than once in this night. And I doubted any time would be pleasant to talk about. I slid back in the sofa and looked at her.

"So what happened, why didn't anyone come?"

"They did, I mean, a lot of them did. But... well." She stood up and went out of the room and I followed. She went to the kitchen and opened the fridge. "They realized that there was no beer, and no drugs or anything so they left. What is with people and that shit?" Haley rarely swore, so hearing her do so was pretty rare.

"Wish I could tell you. I hate it too." Which was true. I mean, Jake and I had tried it once or twice, but it was never very fun. Especially the morning after. She handed me a bottle of water, pretty much assuming that I'd be thirsty. "Thanks." I opened it and took a drink. Haley was looking at me in a very particular way. Which led my raging hormones in a frenzy. "Where's the bathroom?" I asked.

"Down that hall." She pointed.

"Thanks." I went and took a much needed piss. I looked at the cats on the wallpaper. It felt really weird. Really... creepy. Little too much cats. On the way back, I noticed a door that was slightly opened that had a framed news article on the wall. I peeked my head inside and realized it must have been her dad's. As I looked more carefully I noticed that there were a lot of them. They were articles about furs. I shuddered, not even wanting to no what sick things he thought of in there.

The night progressed and no one came back. It was just the two of us. We ate the pizza, from my work no less, drank the water and the pop and were just talking about anything and everything. Haley always seemed to be a person of substance, and I really got to know her even better than math class allowed. She was born, here in Colorado and grew up here. Never really moved. She visited everywhere though, going on exotic vacations and missions. I still hadn't left the country.

"So he's just sitting there right? And all of a sudden, this tiny little baboon jumps on his head and starts screaming. So he starts screaming, it's screaming, and we're just cracking up." I laughed at her little anecdote. She was right next to me, pressing herself against me. She smiled a huge smile that just made my heart sing. ... That sounded really cheesy, but it's true. I'd never felt that way about anyone else. "Do you wanna dance?" She asked.

"Sure." I nodded, pretty much up for anything that would let me get close to her. She played Black Sheep by Metric and we danced pretty randomly. Then a slow song came on and she pressed herself against me. I smiled, showing my large canine teeth. We slow danced and as the song ended in a big crescendo that had a fair amount of dissidence in it, she looked up at me, stared into my eyes. I kissed her then. It was a simple, beautiful kiss. And she kissed me back just as hard. Just as softly. Just as sweetly.

I yawned when I woke up that morning. I put on my glasses and looked around in confusion...

"This isn't my room." I muttered.

"Of course it's not, Brent." I looked over to see Haley. I was in her bed. In her room. In her house. What the hell happened last night?