A Well-Tuned Ear
The two clamored loudly into the upstairs bedroom. The droning bass of the blaring music coming from the party downstairs muffled most of the noise they were making, not that they even realized, however. Both had been awaiting each other impatiently as they mingled, pounding drinks as though they were still seniors in high school. When the chance made itself clear, they made their way to the stairs.
Erin considered herself an average girl. Just under five and a half feet tall and had a lean figure with curves in all the right places. She wasn't afraid to wear clothes that revealed just enough and still loved the low-toned party scenes. Her lithe vulpine body masked her age, giving her 24-year-old mind an 18-year-old shell. With finely pampered crimson fur and glowing eyes of a haunting hue, she knew exactly how to get what she wanted. Tonight, she wanted Gavin.
Gavin stood a good foot above Erin. His lanky figure was constantly concealed with baggy clothes that left everything to be imagined. In reality, his frame was chiseled and well defined, but that was a secret to anyone who didn't get to know him first. The shy demeanor he carried he blamed on his family's mixed heritage; the physique of a gray fox, but the coloration and signature ears of a fennec. Every time Erin picked him up, she mentioned how hard it was to restrain laughing whenever he would flick his ears, thinking he would lift off the ground and fly away. Still, even through her mocking tongue, he always knew how to turn her laughs to moans. Tonight would be no different.
Before the light switch by the door could even be flipped, clothes started coming off. The simple tank top Erin had worn was quickly pulled up and over her vulpine head. She had, once again, foregone a bra, leaving her bare breasts exposed. Gavin gave a haughty grin as his paws cupped under the two mounds and pushed up. His cheek made quick work of nestling itself in between, allowing his rough tongue to snake out along her hardened nipple. Her back arched and she exhaled a breathy sigh. The fur around her areola dampened with each nip and raspy lick, but she was the dominant type of girl. She would be the one leading tonight.
Swiftly she gripped Gavin's forearms as they rested on her hips and rotated him into the perfect position. Without warning Erin gave a single shove, leaving him toppling backwards into the side of the bed, disheveling the comforter and a few pillows in the process. If it weren't so expected, Gavin would have been offended by her forceful nature. Then again, if it weren't so expected, he probably wouldn't have enjoyed it near as much. The door had been left open just enough so a steady stream of light illuminated the right side of his torso and face. Erin's silhouette sauntered backward as her agile paw reached for the handle, her mind counting out how many steps to the bed. Knowing his sensitive ears would hear everything, she allowed the latch to catch and then turned the lock and whispered, "This time, we're going to play with the lights off."
A millisecond after darkness clouded his eyes Erin's words registered in his ears. They twitched involuntarily. As the music from downstairs seeped through the door Erin masked her steps to the rhythm. Gavin pitifully fumbled his arms through the air, searching for any sign of his mysterious partner. Under his breath he let a curse slip for not being more observant of his surroundings. His pulse had quickened from the excitement and he could feel every beat thumping through the coarse padding of his hands. A firm furred mass made contact with him just as his eyes adjusted enough to see Erin's silhouette looming over him.
He had her by the haunches. In a desperately hopeful move his hands slid to the back of her thighs and buckled them toward his sides. Thankfully, the bed was low enough to prevent Erin's knees from crashing into the mattress. She landed almost perfectly, her legs splayed over his and her upper body positioned just right. Because of his height, he figured he was just about eye level with her, still only able to see a faint outline. He tentatively urged his muzzle forward. His nose bumped the bottom of her chin, making her snort softly at the attempted romantic gesture of an Eskimo kiss. Gavin made up for this by shifting his head to the side and moved in closer, this time clamping his maw around the base of her neck.
While she had scoffed teasingly at his affection, this action made a direct hit on her instinctive nerve. Her ears splayed back as her body lowered, her chest arching toward his as her hips simultaneously rotated forward over his groin. A mixed grunting moan slipped past her lips before she could restrain herself. Gavin couldn't resist himself as he released her neck, "Sexy, kind of. You know, you grunt just like your mother."
"Shut up," she retorted, "before I make you moan just like your mother." She sat back slightly and began to fumble with the button of her skin-tight jeans. Not until they were unbuttoned and unzipped did she realize she had to stand to peel them off her hips along with the checkered slim panties she wore. Reluctantly she did so, leaving Gavin to think for a moment of something else to say as he, too, worked toward removing his much baggier denim pants. That was a great mistake on her part.
"Creepy as it may sound, that is really hot; you with another chick, that is. Not my mom, but someone smoking hot like Stacey from morning Literature. You know, she totally keeps talking to me about some pretty dirty stuff. I think she even said she'd be down for a three-" Before he could finish, the bare knee of a perturbed vixen wedged itself between his legs, silencing him immediately. With his fly open, much like his mouth, Erin's hand gave a thoughtful grope into his pants to ensure everything was still there.
She cooed, "You poor baby, did that hurt? I'm so sorry, but the D you promised me would become an A in Calculus begs to differ. You're lucky you're getting this much from me. Now, shirt off and mouth closed. The only time it opens is when I'm straddling your face, 'kay?"
There was no time for a response. Erin made quick work of lifting Gavin's long-sleeve shirt up and over his head. Although she wanted to see every glorious detail of his chiseled chest and abdomen, tonight was supposed to be about leaving sight out of the equation. Still, she let her imagination run wild as her fingertips traced along each muscle from his neck to his waist. It still confused her why he hid himself behind such unflattering clothing. With the body of a Calvin Klein model, it made no sense he pursue a degree in music theory. Then again, with his large ears and Buddy Holly glasses he occasionally wore, she couldn't picture that face doing anything except doing something as lame as playing the bassoon or whatever instrument he played. She quickly snapped out of her daydream. She had something important to take care of. And, by the time she made it down to his boxers, she was more than ready for her own satisfaction.
With a less-than-gentle shove Gavin fell to his back. He felt a hand press down on each leg before a weighted body rotated up and beside him, then over him. Already he could feel the heat of her body as she loomed over him, yet that sensation paled in comparison when two thumbs crept under the waistband of his boxers and pushed down, taking his jeans with them. His pants had made it no further than his thighs, which happened to be more than enough to leave his semi-erect shaft completely exposed. Immediately Erin's muzzle descended to find her prize. As her breasts weighed down onto his abdomen her hot breath wafted across his groin, forcing a shiver to race up his spine.
Her aggressive positioning left Gavin a good foot away from his target. He could barely tell, but the flower between her straddling hips was already glistening, releasing a fragrant aroma the mixed breed knew all too well. Erin was ready and waiting for her satisfaction. As he craned his neck, his lack of proper depth perception tricked him into ramming his nose too far to the right, directly into her vaguely plush posterior. He paused a millisecond to regain his bearing and, acting as though it was all according to plan, forced his raspy tongue against the grain of her soft fur around and above his goal. A quiet rumbling started in the back of her throat as Gavin's deft claw tips combed through the pampered fur of Erin's thighs. They traced up her hips to the base of her tail where he gripped tightly, using the other paw and forearm to control her by the small of her back.
She reflexively tensed the moment his paw latched onto her tail. A twinge of instinctual fear quickly washed away as a very warm and wet appendage rolled across her most private place. There was no doubt Gavin was a master with his tongue. He knew every spot to hit; every button to press that would make her go wild. While not driving her mad yet, his single lick stopped her dead in her tracks and, once he continued, she was left unable to do anything but stifle her moans into his crotch.
He wasted no time getting right down to business; the scent her petals emitted clouded his mind with an intoxicating effect. Almost effortlessly his tongue slid deep into her moist slit. His nose pressed against the base of the opening as he dove as far as his muscles would allow. A slight metallic taste mixed with the normal heavy flavor he knew, yet his distracted mind couldn't give reason for the difference. His hot breath came out in long pants as he rolled, twisted and splayed his oral appendage along the inner walls of Erin's tight tunnel. Occasionally he would teasingly pause or switch to gently graze his canines against her outer lips. Each time he went for her delicate button she would go limp and gasp loudly. The lustful noises she had once stifled were now unconstrained, giving Gavin a clear indication of how close she was to her peak.
A throated whine signaled her climax, her body reacting in a single convulsion that left her unable to do more than lie with her hind quarter protruding into the air. Gavin was so enthralled with his oral fixations he failed to comprehend what had transpired. He continued his dedicated attentions until Erin was finally able to make a weak plea for intermission as she pitifully slumped over onto the bed. Silently she lay with her legs tucked into her chest, relishing the powerful orgasm that had yet to fully subside from her loins.
One minute passed before Erin orientated herself to match Gavin. She could tell he had been watching her every move by the same stupid toothy grin he wore whenever he felt accomplished. It was something not even the pitch black room could hide. In a soft voice she spoke before he had the chance, "Thank you, hun. Now it's your turn. Scoot back a bit more so I have enough room."
He quietly obliged. He refrained from commenting not because of her, but because his jaw had started to cramp toward the end of his endeavor. In one exaggerated motion he pushed himself back until his upper back rested firmly against the bedroom wall. Erin stretched herself until she was face-to-face with Gavin and tenderly kissed him. Her peripheral view had shown he had gone almost completely flaccid while he waited for her to regain her composure. It was only recently she had learned of his perverse fascination with women tasting their own juices, and what better way to bring him back to full mast than to indulge him. The first thing she noticed was the taste of copper. Although the thought had slipped her mind initially, she remembered her period had ended only a day prior. She would have been worried, but she had been on a regular cycle of the pill for months now and the thought was thrown out just as quickly as it had popped in. She continued.
Tongues soon became wanton of attention of which neither denied. They danced together, scraping against teeth and cheeks in a disheveled waltz. Erin made sure to lap daintily at his jowls every chance she had to ensure he picked up on what she was doing. A paw lazily snuck its way down his chest to check how her plan was working. The tip of his bulging member prodding at her paw was enough to convince her he was plenty ready. Once again assuming complete control, she gripped his shaft tightly as a leg swung over his thighs. She was wet enough for the two of them, still she teased him by running her drenched pedals from base to tip and back. He responded by resting his paws on the back of her thighs, ensuring he could have some control over her speed. Third time being the charm, she carefully positioned herself directly above him and lowered herself as slowly as she could.
The moment he felt the heat of her inner folds envelope the tip of his pole he reflexively thrust his hips up, half impaling himself into her. Erin seethed through her teeth and tried to steady herself by gripping his wrists as tightly as she could. While his over anxiousness was expected, she still wanted to be in control. Gavin picked up on her hint and rested himself back onto the bed. The pace she chose was slow and sensuous. He was just long enough to cause some discomfort if she took his entire length, so she stopped just before. The pressure and heat he felt was astounding. It was almost enough for him to finish right then and there, but that would have been far too soon. He sucked in a deep breath of air and calmed himself the best he could.
The welcomed repetition of bobbing up and down eventually quickened. Erin's paws had relinquished control back to Gavin as they gave some much needed attention to her chest. Her breasts swayed as she traced circles around her sensitive areolas with her claw tips. When their pace hastened again, she fell against his chest; her paws still left occasionally squeezing her firm nipples. The muscles in her legs were exhausted, yet when she lost the strength to move she continued to roll and sway her hips. Gavin's member had been stirring up her insides so much that she was almost on the brink of another orgasm. The closer she came, the less she cared to be in control. The closer he came, the more the base of his shaft swelled. While nowhere near as large as his feral counterparts, it was enough to resist entry without a greater force. As she squeezed and clenched tight against his length his growing knot pressed against her clit. When his words struck her ear, she was right on the edge.
"Babe, I'm about to..."
With legs shaking, she rotated herself one final time. As his throbbing rod slipped out they both exhaled with mixed desperation and gratitude. She crawled on her knees to the head of the bed and flagged her tail as high as it would go. There was no need for interpretation. He practically jumped up and, in an instant, had a paw waiting at her hip. The other helped to guide his tip home. In one fell thrust he hilted her. The sudden stretching of her narrow passage pushed her beyond her limit. A scream escaped her muzzle and she rode out her second intense climax. As sensitive as his knot was, two full thrusts was all it took to send him toppling over the edge. His torso fell, coming to rest against her back with his arms wrapping tightly around her as he continued rocking his final thrust deeper into her. The warmth flooding through her triggered a series of spasms in her inner walls that tried to suck every last drop from him, then beckoned for more. When the last bit of seed had left him, he pulled completely out of her. A mix of juices dripped from both of them.
Neither spoke as they gave satiated sighs. More out of want than need Erin instructed Gavin to sit on the edge of the bed so as to clean off his tender bits. He winced as she quickly and fervently filled her muzzle with his meat. She rolled her tongue around every inch, ensuring nothing was missed and finished by raking her teeth all the way up to the tip. Wincing even harder at the feeling of sharp objects against his soft skin he was relieved when she softly kissed it before signaling she was done.
They dressed haphazardly in the darkness, almost too embarrassed after the fact to take a detailed look at where they had committed their saucy deed. Erin had already squeezed back into her jeans and had her tank top in hand as Gavin finally started putting on his boxers. "Hurry up," she scolded, "we need to get back downstairs before anybody realizes we're not there."
Fumbling into his jeans, he rummaged around for his long-sleeve shirt. "Yeah, yeah, I hear you." He paused as he pulled the shirt over his ears, "Hey, Erin, I gotta ask you something."
Her paw was already resting on the door handle when she replied, "What is it? We need to get downstairs."
"I'm having a concert tomorrow for my Music Composition class. I'd really appreciate it if you would be there."
"Well," she sighed, knowing it would crush him if he found out how little interest she really had in his presumably lame tuba recital, "sure, I guess I can go."
"Awesome!" he chirped. "Just show up at the Cinema Auditorium at eight 'o clock. You won't be disappointed, I promise!"
"Okay, good! Can we go now?" Erin grumbled as she turned the handle and walked out the door. Gavin followed right after, a smile plastered on his face. "Gavin! For crying out loud! Your shirt is inside-out!"
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Erin had a strange feeling as soon as she walked into the auditorium. She was expecting rows of chairs with kids with braces and pocket protectors filling them, proud parents and professors. Instead, there was a standing crowd seemingly waiting with little patience for the main stage curtain to open. The lights were turned down and everyone slowly quieted down. The large draping curtains slowly pulled back, revealing a smaller set of low-hung curtains. Without warning, a familiar voice echoed into the crowd from a hidden set of speakers. A soft, captivating melody began to form from the unintelligible Gregorian chanting. More voices filled in multiple harmonies. The voices softened as an electric guitar struck a chord. Then, with a thunderous boom of drums, the pace quickened into an explosive battle of arpeggios between the electric guitar and another. An electric bass rumbled into the mix with a sweeping drone. Then, just as suddenly as it started, the music came to an abrupt halt.
The first voice whispered again through the speakers, this time with softly sung words, "I realized my life had gone astray... upon this sinking sphere where I now lay..."
She was so sure the familiar voice was nothing more than her imagination, yet it was crystal clear now. The curtain dropped just as the music exploded erupted into the auditorium. Overhead lights beamed down into the crowd, then refocused center stage. The voice was coming from a tall figure with soft cream-yellow fur and ears far too large for his frame. Thick-rimmed Buddy Holly glasses rested on his muzzle. A translucent emerald green guitar was slung on his shoulder which he continued to play while singing into his mic.
Erin stood frozen in place, jaw agape and eyes wide. Never would she have imagined Gavin's supposedly pathetic pursuit of music to be, in reality, an amazing full-blown rock band. Yet, a single detail stuck out in her mind more than any other: He wasn't wearing a shirt.