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Bettie wasn't sure what kind of reception to expect, but Naomi assured her that her parents were truly the understanding type, and much to the former's delight, the latter was able to keep her word, on that.

Dinner was as nerve wracking as it could be, at the beginning: courtship was full of all kinds of twists and turns, but the one that almost everyone feared was the first meeting with someone's parents.

Naomi was such a sweetheart that Bettie had to assume she'd learned that sort of behavior from somewhere, and save for the occasional joke about how easily she would stick out at family gatherings, the polar bear felt like she was going back to her own home for the weekend break.

She was so comfortable on the family farm that she hardly remembered drifting off to sleep that night, but as well as she slept, she didn't know that she was keeping Naomi up at night.

"She's just so damned hot...how did I ever get so lucky?"

When Saturday morning came and Bettie was still fast asleep in the bed next to her, Naomi was playing the role of the big spoon, holding her girlfriend close and wondering what good fortune decided to smile upon her and bring someone so wonderful into her life.

It wasn't just the appearance that factored into her whispered thoughts, but when she was holding Bettie's naked figure against her own, with only a sheet over the top of their bodies to preserve a sense of modesty, it was hard for the black bear to think of anything but the way that Bettie fit so nicely against her.

"What I would've given to have a sweet, sexy little slice like you in my bedroom when I was younger...when I grew up here and had to spend so many nights all alone, wishing there was someone to help take care of some of those needs..."

Naomi was used to resting on her side in the bed, her thighs parted just enough to sneak a paw into her lap and down the warmth of her own pubic mound: she'd spent so many mornings exactly like that in her earlier years that it almost felt like renewing a tradition, whenever she was home from college.

Right then, there was another bear in the way of her performing that act, but she wasn't upset.

She was quite delighted with the opportunity to share that tradition with someone else, and in her spooned posture, she was already settled in at just the right angle to walk her fingertips along the front of Bettie's thigh.

The ticklish gesture should have been enough to stir the polar bear awake, but she was so comfortable; so fast asleep that she didn't even twitch with an unconscious response.

It wasn't until Naomi found the very tips of her curious fingers above the peak of Bettie's sex, exploring the warm, soft fuzz beyond the hood of her clit that the black bear finally gave pause, noticing the softest rumble near the edge of her own muzzle.

"I wonder how much further I can take this before she wakes up...kinda hot to get to play with her when she's asleep like this," Naomi whispered a confession as she pushed a little bit further, finally bringing the pads of her pawtips to rest on either side of Bettie's uncovered petals. "Not like I can keep my hands to myself when she's just so f-fucking hot..."

Naughty as it felt, Naomi wasn't crossing any boundaries that Bettie would have had a problem with.

It was the idea that she was finally getting to live out a teenaged fantasy of sharing intimacy with her gorgeous partner in the very room that she grew up in that started her on such a sensual path, but she had a belief that everything happened for a reason, and whatever that reason was, she was finally getting her chance to fill that bedroom with the kind of love that she'd always dreamed of.

There was a silky warmth to it, when Naomi's fingertips traced down either side of Bettie's labia, tickling that flesh with such a smooth and delicate stroke that it couldn't have been the gesture that stirred the polar bear from her rest...but it came dangerously close to doing exactly that.

"Mrrrn...mnn..."

Each adorable rumble tickled Naomi's ears and pushed her into going just a little further with the act, until the black bear couldn't move any closer without penetrating her girlfriend: she wasn't sure that Bettie would appreciate that intense of a wakeup call, but she had a free paw, resting around Bettie's stomach...and lips that were dying to get involved, as well.

Moving along the course of Bettie's abdomen with the same tender, caring stroke that she had before, Naomi pushed her fingertips through the soft, plentiful fluff upon her girlfriend's tummy. Brushing herself a new path and leaving the fur ruffled wherever she went, Naomi tempted fate with every gesture, but Bettie was still unconscious when a greedy palm finally cupped the underside of one palm.

She was dying to squeeze it tight, but those fingertips could only spread around the nipple, wishing for a touch that would soon be granted...but that much was too risky.

"Just how far will you let me go?" Naomi whispered again, her voice so subtle that her thoughts were a little louder than her spoken words. "How close can I bring you to the brink...? Will you end up waking up in the middle of an orgasm if I keep this up?"

Naomi wished that Bettie could hear those questions...that she could answer them with the desperate sort of honesty that came out of the polar bear when she was teetering on the edge of her climax.

If she kept going as she was, there was no way that Bettie would be able to avoid an orgasm, but Naomi was feeling especially kinky in the heat of that moment, and waking up her girlfriend with such an act was only going to be the tip of the iceberg.

She brought those hushed, eager whispers that much closer to their subject as she leaned in and nipped at the base of Bettie's ear lobe, taking that velvety flesh in a tender grip and holding it between her lips; that was finally the straw that broke the camel's back, and a groggy looking polar bear shifted against her girlfriend with a sleepy stretch.

As she came to and a wealth of sensations washed over her, the first instinct to demand an answer kicked in, but she didn't have the chance to speak up; Naomi wouldn't allow them to be caught before she had a chance to properly thank her girlfriend for coming down and paying such a friendly visit to her parents.

"Just relax, baby...you can even go back to sleep if you like," Naomi whispered, her lips still dancing and tickling over the stolen ear as she spoke. "But we've really gotta keep it down if you're gonna let me finish you off...sound carries pretty well in here."

Naomi didn't have to explain how she was aware of that fact, and Bettie didn't dare to question it when the reward for her silence would be more of the same wonderful treatment, but she was already struggling to keep her voice down.

The extra, decorative pillow in the bed was pushed away the night before, but Bettie was scrambling for it as she felt the tip of a finger swirling over the smooth, pliable flesh of her clit. Desperate claws reached the edge of the throw pillow just in time to bring it back toward her, and deadly fangs clenched around the cushion as she muffled her cries.

"Smart thinking, love...but if you're gonna drool all over my pillow, I'm gonna take my time and make this worth both of our whiles..."

At that moment, Naomi was just lording the fact that she could speak over Bettie; a fact that she knew her girlfriend would not only pick up on, but be aroused by.

That extra bit of control made for a subtle dominance over Bettie's experience, and though she wasn't conscious at the start, she was wide awake in the span of a minute and willingly pushing back against Naomi, feeling a grind from the black bear and the growing warmth of inner thighs against the curve of her rump.

It was just enough to draw a quiet squeak from the frame of the aging bed, such that Bettie wasn't sure if it would carry through the walls or not...but she didn't dare to stop such bliss from being pushed upon her mortal coil.

Is she really going to keep grinding on me like this? She can hear the bed moving on the wall, can't she...?

After making such a good impression at dinner the night before, Bettie didn't want to throw away that first meeting and follow it up with a romp in Naomi's bed, but her parents seemed perfectly supportive of the relationship in general.

It didn't seem like that much of a stretch for her to believe that Naomi's folks would be okay with the sexual aspect of their relationship, as well, but she wasn't trying to advertise it out loud, either...

...Keeping that secret was proving quite the turn-on, as Bettie's fangs threatened to pierce through a pillowcase.

"Just one finger is all it takes to make you squirm this much? My goodness...I know we haven't had all that much privacy lately, but if you were feeling this needy, you shouldn't have waited so long to tell me," Naomi teased. "Not that I have a problem with you building up the anticipation, but...you're gonna leave a stain on my sheets if you keep leaking like this..."

Waking up with a hint of moisture on her bits wasn't anything out of the ordinary for Bettie. She had a healthy enough sex life that it crept into her dreams from time to time, and she quite enjoyed waking up with a pillow between her legs and a stain against her inner thighs.

The way she was dripping down Naomi's finger and soaking her wrist at the efforts of just one digit, however, left her bashful enough to bite back on her own words...though plenty of them were coming to mind.

Please slide another finger inside me, Naomi...don't be such a tease...you know I need more than this if I'm gonna cum!

It wouldn't be easy, but Bettie was sure that she could keep her voice down through the duration of her peak, just as long as she still had something to nibble on; whether Naomi would let her keep gnawing on the edge of that pillow was yet to be seen.

"But...I'd rather you leak for me, baby," Naomi's whispers took a swing in tone as she did away with the delicate teasing, a new sternness stealing her voice. "I'd rather you make a mess of the whole f-fucking bedspread and show me how much you're enjoying this...than have you deny yourself any of the pleasure you deserve."

If there were only the juices to be had, Bettie would still be able to tell her lover what kind of fun she was having, but the quiet rumbles of delight were getting louder and louder as Naomi carried on, teasing a second finger along the edges of the polar bear's vulva; she could have dipped that finger inside of her anytime, but Naomi was having too much fun making her girlfriend squirm and toss against the bed with just one digit.

Another was coming, and Bettie was sure of it...but knowing that it was coming didn't tell her when to expect that delicious pressure.

"If I push this finger in...are you gonna cum...?" Naomi asked. Her voice was every bit as skillful as her fingertips, and that rubbing, dipping finger finally pulled away, the drip of natural arousal coming away with an obvious stain. "Or would you rather we just cut to the chase and make the most of this little bit of privacy...?"

It was a tempting offer to beg for her lover to just push that second finger in and wrap up their fun, but Bettie wasn't that kind of lover.

She was too eager to return the favor; she wanted a chance to reciprocate, if she could, but she knew that she was in Naomi's capable paws until the black bear told her otherwise...and even if she thought she could find the words to beg for such a thing, she was struggling with that decision.

"Or do I just need to make this decision for you...?"

Naomi pushed that second finger against the pouted folds of her girlfriend and gave a deeper, firmer press, giving Bettie one chance to reach down and guide that second finger into place.

She was still struggling with the concept...still struggling to decide whether she was in the mood to be taken care of quickly, or if she was ready to take the plunge with Naomi and embrace the greater sense of risk that she was leaning into.

When she heard a giggle and felt the pressure of two fingertips against the nub of her clit, Bettie felt a smaller orgasm forcing its way from her body, but she wasn't crying out with the big one just yet; it was a cheaper release that was only adding fuel to a growing, irresistible fire...and it was the kind that Naomi was all too familiar with, thanks to her lack of privacy in the dormitory.

Having to stay quiet, but having the space to spread out and having a little fun with her girlfriend was a sacrifice well worth the effort of whispering, instead of crying out with the passion she truly felt.

Such a tease, my darling...but I wish I could tell you how much I love it...

Though she hadn't been ordered not to speak, Bettie was able to pick up on the subtle suggestion: she knew it was for the best that she didn't open her maw, unless it was to share in a passionate exchange of the lips, rather than the moans and groans that she was fighting back.

It was only fair that Naomi was forced to hold back those kinds of sounds, but she made sure to emote as much as she could when she pulled her fingers back from the hood of Bettie's sensitive clit, overselling just how much of a mess the polar bear made of her fingertips.

"Mm...such a sweet little treat, you are," Naomi said. Her voice remained soft and quiet, but her deep, thick suckling was such that Bettie worried her parents might be able to hear the suction all the way at the other end of the hall. "I'd love to nestle in close and just have you for breakfast, but I'm sure that's already being taken care of for us, so...why don't we just work up an appetite, instead?"

Bettie wanted to do something so much more than give a quivering nod of approval to the idea, but that was the best she could manage, knowing that nothing subtle or silent would be able to pass her lips, otherwise.

There was also nothing subtle, and certainly not silent about the way that Naomi confidently whipped the sheets from the bed and exposed Bettie's naked form to the cooler air of the bedroom, but once more, the polar bear kept her silence and looked up at her girlfriend, wondering where this streak of dominance had come from...and how she could keep it going when they were back at the dormitory.

"Think you've got the energy to keep up...? Or do I just need to go for three fingers and a good, deep stretch?"

It would have been an impossible choice, if Bettie wasn't already aware of the other possibility.

Much as she would have been delighted to start her day with a deeper, thicker penetration, she couldn't help wanting her girlfriend to prove that she belonged on top from time to time, and already, Naomi was grinding in closer and closer, until her own moisture was starting to gather upon the small, soft nub of Bettie's tail.

If she pushed against it any harder, she worried that she might reach her own climax in the process, but she was saving every passionate, quivering moment of that release for Bettie's most intimate flesh; patience was akin to a candle for her any longer, and both ends were melting away rapidly as she rolled up to her knees in the bed.

"Or would you rather stretch," she paused, grabbing her lover's ankle and giving it an obvious pull: Bettie wasn't going to make her work to spread those thighs apart, but she was quick to feel that stretch as her leg was hiked further and further up, until Naomi could straddle the lower leg and slide right into place, her soaking petals kissing against Bettie's own. "A little more...like...t-this?"

Bettie was delighted to have the pillow in her maw, right then: she bit down firmly on the edge of the fluffy cushion and tossed her head back, but another drop of her neck pushed the cushion out of the way; she refused to have her view of Naomi's work obscured.

"Had a feeling you'd like that," the black bear continued to speak with greater confidence, but for the first time since Bettie woke up, she could see a crack in the corner of that smirk, revealing that Naomi was still beholden to her own pleasure.

If she wasn't careful, she was going to bring herself to such bliss that she'd lose her focus...and it was only Bettie's own manners that would keep her from taking advantage of that fact and turning the tables.

The thought still crossed her mind, however, of flipping Naomi onto her back and driving into her smaller frame; her concern about making too much noise kept her on her back, but as she felt the first rub against her thighs, she heard the bed thump against the wall behind her.

One time would have been the kind of thing that Naomi's family might have ignored, but as Bettie caught her own lip in a firm bite to silence her pleasure, she felt Naomi rolling back and grinding harder against her, bumping the frame into the wall with a little more force.

A third pass started a rhythm, and any mystery about what they were doing was gone, as far as Bettie was concerned...but she was too saddled with physical delight to move from the spot, as Naomi clutched her leg tightly and held her in place, grinding down against her soaking womanhood.

"Don't worry...j-just lay back and enjoy it," Naomi told her, giving as much of an instruction as she ever would. "No one's gonna bother us this early in the morning, so...just...g-gimme that cum, baby..."

Naomi was able to feel the first orgasm with ease, her fingertips getting clutched and squeezed by the eager, inner muscles of her girlfriend, but she'd felt a stronger reaction than that before, and anything less than that would have been a waste of the oversized bed that she'd grown up in.

Dragging her claws across Bettie's leg and pulling it so tight to her body that the polar bear's calf rested between her breasts, Naomi dominated her lover by pose alone, and the weight of her body pressed back fully down and into Bettie's velveteen petals, tickling them with the beautiful, unique flesh of her own womanhood.

There was nothing she could compare that sensation to, and nothing she wanted more in that moment than to feel their clits kissing together at the peak of every rub, bringing them closer and closer to a shared release that would ultimately give away their secret.

You're gonna put a hole in the wall if you're not careful, darling. Not that I'm gonna complain...

Naomi reached down, adjusting the posture of the pillow and moving it out of the way of Bettie's tits; for putting in the kind of work that she was, thrusting hard enough to force her lover's breasts to bounce at the peak of every pass, she was determined to see the fruits of her labor...but she didn't want to deny herself the sight of Bettie's winced eyes, either.

"I know you're close...s-so fucking close, Bettie..."

The whispers barely reached the polar bear, but they were more than enough to keep her inspired, pushing her further and further toward the brink of her orgasm.

"Don't worry about the noise, baby...let it out...lemme f-feel that cum, please!"

Keeping the dominant act up as long as she had was a taxing thing, especially on a short night of sleep and an empty stomach...but Naomi was putting in her best efforts, moving her naked body in a quicker, smoother rhythm and giving Bettie just what she needed to reach the peak.

Everything came to a halt when their petals met in a perfect, deep kiss, and at the very peak, one clit rubbed tightly against the other. Naomi could only bring herself to hold Bettie's leg against her body, grinding her fangs along the side of it and wishing that she could sink them into the offered flesh, instead.

Without that deep, passionate bite, Naomi wasn't sure that she'd be able to hold up her own end of the bargain; she was already cumming, and her eager lover was still pushing and humping back against her, forcing Naomi to make a snap decision and press her teeth into the side of Bettie's leg.

"Mnn...nnnf...mmm!" Naomi finally released as much noise as she safely could, but the pounding of the bed against the wall behind them told that they still weren't done with the act: having settled into place on her back, Bettie was more than happy to thrust back against her and milk her orgasm for every ounce of pleasure that she could get out of the act.

It was almost unconscious, the way that Bettie rolled her hips back into Naomi. Their mingled juices were already making a greater puddle on the bed than Naomi anticipated, but she couldn't make a quick observation about just how hot she found it...about how much it turned her on when she felt those fresh delights reaching the planted flesh of her knees.

She found it a maddening experience to have to keep biting back on her vocalized pleasure that way, but now, it was Bettie that was looking up at her with a grin and pushing back, milking out the last of the black bear's orgasmic bliss and forcing her to finally drop to the bed once more, her body hitting the mattress pad with quivering exhaustion.

Oh, no you don't, Bettie thought, as she finally unclenched her paws from the headboard. She gave her chest a quick pat, and was elated to see Naomi immediately accept the invitation. Come on up to me, baby...let me know that I can praise you properly for what you've done...

Naomi was still shuddering, her inner muscles still clenching and wishing for anything to push out her sexual frustrations on...but there was a greater relief in climbing across Bettie's warm, waiting form.

A trail of kisses took Naomi's lips from the very pit of Bettie's navel through a warm, fluffy trail of fur, all the way to the heated, sweating gap of her cleavage. She took her time leaving a series of harder, affectionate kisses along the way, before trailing up the right side of her lover's neck and coming up along the side to plant one on her cheek, and a final, bigger seal came between their lips as Naomi settled in.

"Good morning, sweetie..."

Naomi's whisper and exhausted smile prompted the same from Bettie, who leaned up into that kiss and suckled gently at her lover's flesh in the moment that she could.

"Good morning," she answered, still a little breathless from her thrusting efforts. "Is that h-how you all wake up on t-the farm...?"

Naomi turned her cheek to the side and rubbed her face against the supple bosom of the resting polar bear. "Only if we really like you."