High School Heat
~ 3:12 P.M. ~
School was finally out for the weekend - Elliot Parker was extremely relieved. All week, the young wolf and his classmates had been taking the dreaded Ninth Grade Standardized Tests, and they were all huge pains in the ass (figuratively as well as literally - all that sitting started to hurt after a few hours). They weren't allowed any breaks until after everyone had completed their exams, and unfortunately, many of the people in all five of Elliot's periods were idiots. Today had been the worst, for the final test was the one that covered what they learned in math. Almost three fourths of Elliot's fifth period classmates sucked at math. Plus, math was Elliot's least favorite subject - even though he wasn't as bad at it as many of the people he knew, he didn't think he did too well. But what little uneasiness such suspicions brought him was utterly destroyed when that sweet, sweet electric school-bell shrieked its proud song of liberation.
Elliot gathered up his belongings and joyfully strolled out the bus lot, glad that all that stuff was behind him. He noticed it was a pretty nice day, too. Sixty-five, maybe seventy degrees, a cool breeze, only a few clouds... there was a baseball diamond down at Granite Park, maybe he'd call some of the guys and swing by for a few hours. Usually, he'd be content with ripping random people in other countries to shreds on X-Box Live, but this type of weather was just too rare to waste. Sitting inside on a day like this is like watering a cactus when you're lost in the desert.
He waited for a few moments for the buses to pull in, and the crowd around him grew. When the vehicles parked, Elliot stood back - usually there was a huge chaotic trample-fest on the front line of the bus mob. He learned that the hard way. But waiting behind had its perks - not only did he not get pounded upon, but he got to make brief plans for the rest of the day with his best friend Brian, a short brown mouse who also liked to stay behind. Elliot saw Brian dodging his way through a group of sophomores and approached him. He looked tired, as if getting past the sophomores was some huge task - but then again, he did have asthma.
"Hey," panted Brian when he escaped the fray. He put his paws on his knees and took out his inhaler.
"Hey," said Elliot. "No backpack today?"
"Huh?" Brian looked up. "Oh, uh, no. Forgot the stupid thing at home. My mom's gonna bitch at me for hours about it, probably."
Elliot laughed quietly. "Well then, I guess you won't be able to come down to the park, right?"
"Park?" said Brian. "No, I could probably make it - but, wait, you don't usually go outside unless it's summer..."
Elliot shrugged. "Well, today I am. You still got that old, uh, catcher's mitt? The one your dad gave you?"
"Yep."
"Well, bring it, if you can come, and I'll take it easy, I know you got breathing issues. Call me when you find out, alright?"
"Cool," said Brian, nodding. "Shit, I gotta go to the bus," he added, looking past Elliot. "Talk to you later!"
Elliot waved goodbye and turned to the buses at the back of the line - the crowd had gone down a bit. He boarded Bus Fifteen with a bunch of other kids and looked around when he hit the top stair. At first, he didn't see her, but when the heavyset lioness in front of him sat down, he found who he was looking for - Janey Summers, his little lady-friend. She was an unbearably sexy young rabbit, about Elliot's age, with pale yellow fur, good legs, a great chest, a beautiful ass, and a cute face, all filled with a personality that you might expect to find in an angel. And somehow (partial blindness, suspected Elliot) she wound up with him. He was by no means a bad-looking kid - in fact, he was tall and muscular, and had handsome, silvery fur that drove some girls wild - but still, she could have done way better. Not that he wanted her to. He still, however, hadn't managed to get into her pants. Of course, their relationship meant more than that to him, but he couldn't help but think he should have gotten a taste by now.
He shuffled down the isle toward her. He saw her scoot over to make room for him to sit. He noticed a very... distant... look in her eyes, but it went away when he sat down beside her.
She grinned. "Hey, baby..." she giggled, leaning in and kissing his cheek. Elliot saw that she was wearing a headband that pressed her ears down, so they hung behind her. One time, Elliot told her it was hot, and now she did it all the time.
"Hey," said Elliot, lightly pinching her leg. He jerked slightly as the bus started. "Ooh, love the little skirt look..." He stared down at the miniskirt Janey had on - it had to be against the dress code, which made it even sexier. It was short and frilly and white, with those ridiculous "creases" that Elliot liked.
Janey giggled again. "I picked it up special for you," she cooed, fluttering her eyelashes flirtatiously. There was a pause after that - Elliot saw that look in her eyes again, that sort of misty, spaced-out stare, like she was thinking hard about something - then she shook her head and said, "What're you doing later?"
Janey often asked such questions, and Elliot loved it when she did. It usually flowed into this whole conversation about their plans for the evening, and eventually, the parts of the day that had already happened. Elliot liked to talk about that because ranting about how shitty school is always made her laugh, and she had the prettiest fucking laugh ever. Sometimes it gave him an erection. And he had begun to think that his sense of humor was part of the reason Janey liked him. They talked for ten or fifteen minutes. Every time there was a pause, Elliot saw Janey slip off into apparent semi-consciousness, but it didn't really worry him. He guessed that she just had something big on her mind.
As it turned out, she did have something of considerable proportions on her mind - seven inches, to be more precise.
~ 3:30 P.M. ~
Elliot got off the bus and walked up the stone path to his stepfather's house. Elliot live with his stepparents - his real father was an abusive drinker who scared his real mother so bad that she left them. His father remarried, then died of alcoholism. His stepparents were a lot nicer than that - his stepfather was a semi-rich wolf who loved sports and watched them with Elliot, and his stepmother was a beautiful arctic vixen who made awesome dinners. They all lived in a big, white house with a shady backyard in a nice neighborhood, and they were all quite happy.
Elliot stepped through the front doorway and called, "I'm home!"
No reply. Weird. Usually someone would shout back, and usually they'd shout, "Hey, Elliot? What'd you learn today?" Of course if he replied, they wouldn't be listening - they'd be wrapped up in other important things, like cooking or trying to come up with a budget plan, or reruns of Scrubs. Maybe, for the time being, it was better that way.
Elliot went into the kitchen - still no sign of his stepparents. They probably just went to the store, he thought. He went over to the fridge and threw it open, inspected its contents, grabbed a can of root beer, and slammed it shut. That's when he noticed something. Stuck to the fridge with a magnet, written on a little piece of pink paper, was a note.
Elliot leaned forward and read it: "Elliot - your mom and I are going to the store, then on a date. There's some leftover pizza in the fridge if you get hungry. We have the cell phone if there's an emergency. Be back around nine, Love, Dad."
"Oh, what the fuck?" he exclaimed. "A date?!" They had done this before, left without any warning to Elliot. They probably thought Elliot would try to stop them, or at least that's what he believed. But he wouldn't have a problem if they'd just give him the heads up about, really, he knew the drill - they'd go out, get dinner, have a few drinks, come home, stare at each other when they didn't think Elliot was looking, go upstairs at midnight, and fuck for an hour. In fact, Elliot thought they would like telling him more as well, because when they came home he made sure to be extra pissy about it (or maybe that was part of the reason they didn't).
Ah, but no matter - Elliot would be gone soon anyway. He opened the root beer can and turned back into the lobby to wait for Brian's call. He threw himself down on the recliner his stepdad usually used, grabbed the TV remote, and turned it on. Oh, gross, MTV... he flipped through the channels a little until he hit VH1, where Metal Mania was showing Metallica playing "Sanitarium" live. Now this, he could watch.
He took a swig of root beer. In fact, he took many swigs of root beer. He waited for a long time before the phone finally rang, right at the end of Dokken's video for "Dream Warriors", where the vocalist was explaining for maybe the seventh time about how maybe tonight you would be gone. Elliot jumped up, yanked the phone off of the receiver, and expected to hear Brian's nasal whine apologizing for taking so long. Instead, he heard -
"Janey?"
"Yeah..." said Janey. She sounded pretty serious. Elliot thought of her strange behavior on the bus and sat back to listen.
"Uh, look... I've been thinking a lot today..." she continued,"...and... and you've been really patient with me for a long time...you know, not begging for sex... and I think... I..."
Whoa, hold it! Was she actually saying what Elliot thought she was saying?! Was she finally, after over a year, going to let him slip inside? Give him a free, all-expenses-paid ticket to heaven? His heart began to beat just a little bit faster.
"I'm ready," finished Janey. "I think I'm ready."
Elliot was momentarily speechless.
Well, it was probably longer than momentarily, because he snapped back to reality when he heard Janey saying, "Oh, you better not have fuckin' hung up..."
"No, no!" he cried suddenly. "I'm here, I'm... here... shit, Janey are you... are...y' serious?"
"Mm-hm..."
"Like... serious?"
"I-I, yeah, I... but if you don't want... to, I..."
Silence.
"I do," said Elliot. "I want to." He couldn't see her, but he knew Janey was smiling now.
"Great," she replied softly.
Five minutes later, Janey had explained that her parents were gone for the night, also conveniently on a date. Elliot told her when he'd drop by, experiencing severe nausea the whole time he spoke. Then he... hung up... waited... for hours, thinking... thinking about her... about himself... before he knew it... he was off. Brushed his teeth. Grabbed his bike helmet. Gone down the street.
The phone rang. It was Brian.
~ 7:25 P.M. ~
Ho-ho-holy shit. Elliot was there. There, standing in front of Janey's house. His bike - parked. More or less. Nervous? Yeah, oh, definitely nervous. Ready? Er... maybe. Yeah, probably. He definitely wanted it, but could he take it?
Ha! Hell yeah, he could take it.
Maybe. He reached up with a trembling paw, knocked twice... Janey answered the door. She looked so hot in her button up shirt and black jeans... Elliot kind of wished he had changed before he left, too. Oh well, he still had his secret weapon in his pocket, once he gave her that, she'd forgive him for slicing her fingers off. He looked up.
They just stood there for a little while, smiling nervously at each other. In that short span of time, Elliot couldn't help but think of how much he admired Janey. She was beautiful and romantic and smart... he felt a little corny thinking such things, but they were all true. Good God, she had a beautiful smile. And beautiful eyes... a great body, a pretty face... she was so sexy. He wished he had such features to offer her, but she didn't seem to mind. She liked him, and that was that.
"So..." said Elliot at last. "Are you, uh... sure you wanna do this?"
Janey smiled just a little bit wider and nodded her head. "Why don't you come inside..." she said. "I'll show you my room..."
Elliot's heart rate picked up a little as he climbed the two small steps to the porch. He walked inside, turned, and closed the door lightly behind him. When he turned back around, he saw that Janey was already striding through the living room. He followed after her, looking around - her house was a really nice place. The walls and carpet were a warm, creamy white color, and all of the furniture was clean and finely crafted. A showy glass chandelier hung from the ceiling, giving off a sort of welcoming yellow light that made the whole room glow.
Elliot reached the other end, where Janey was waiting. There was a flight of stairs behind her - he assumed that they we be going up there pretty soon. He looked at his girlfriend, soon to be his mate - she smiled at him again, and he smiled back. He kind of wanted to tell her that she looked beautiful, but she might think he was full of shit and just trying to earn bonus points. He wasn't, of course - she really did look great.
Then, Elliot saw Janey's expression change. Her eyes narrowed and her smile shifted over to one side of her face. She poked out her tongue a little and bit down on it softly.
Elliot found it quite arousing - he could feel his groin tingling now... even more so when Janey leaned over and gave his cheek a long, slow lick. His heart thumped even faster.
Foreplay. Was this it? If so, he liked it.
They waited for a few seconds, faces only centimeters apart. Elliot felt himself growing warmer, and his palms began to sweat. Janey pulled away, flashed him another sexy smile, and turned around to begin the climb up the stairs. Elliot watched her go, or more specifically, watched her ass shift beneath those tight black jeans of hers. He gave thanks to the Lord, adjusted his collar, wiped the perspiration from his forehead, and climbed up after her.
He was nervous as hell now, and he could tell that she was too, but they were trying not to show it. They entered the hall at the top of the stairs, turned, and walked to the end of it. They stepped into Janey's room. Elliot's heart was absolutely throbbing now. His crotch ached beneath his boxers.
At the other end of the room, centered against the wall, rested the most inviting four-poster pleasure seat Elliot had ever laid eyes on - Janey's bed. He was about to climb into her fucking bed!
And yet, he felt... scared. He looked at Janey and tried to smile some more, but instead he made a face that clearly said, "I'm pretty fucking nervous right now."
Luckily for him, however, Janey was now looking extremely nervous as well. Eventually, they both managed to give shaky smiles, but it didn't take the tension away.
"Uh, look, Janey," choked Elliot, his voice quivering, "I'm sure this will be great... but if you don't... if you're too -"
"What?" asked Janey. Her voice was equally shaky, but there was an amused tone in it as well. "No, I wanna do this - I didn't drag you way the fuck out here for nothing."
Elliot laughed. They could always make each other feel better, even if just a little. "Well..." he couldn't believe these words were escaping his mouth. "You wanna hit it, then?" He gestured at the bed as he walked up beside it.
Janey gave him the cutest damned grin he had ever seen as she glided over to him and threw her arms about his neck. They stared into eachother's eyes for a few moments... their faces began moving together... Elliot felt the warmth of her breath on his face, he inhaled her wondrous scent...
They bumped noses clumsily and looked away from each other, giggling. Way to fuck up a great kiss, thought Elliot to himself. He placed his hands on her hips and looked at her again. This time, their lips met.
Oh God, she tasted good - it was as though she was salivating vanilla. Her tongue slipped playfully into Elliot's mouth and wrestled about with his. He was glad he had decided to brush his teeth. He slid his hands up and down Janey's back, but took care not to grab her ass - he didn't know how fast she wanted to take this. Even though, technically, this whole situation was moving pretty fast.
Their lips finally parted. Elliot was now officially hard for her. He reached up and stroked her face, as did she to him. Elliot wanted to put into words how he felt at that moment, but found it extremely difficult. But that was OK, because then -
"After you," said Janey, patting the bed beside them.
Elliot looked down at the sheets. He wasn't quite sure to do, but she didn't say anything when he sat down and flung his legs up over the edge. He lay there watching her, waiting to see what she would do, the bulge in his pants encased by the crotch-prison that was his pair of boxer shorts.
Janey closed her eyes and took a long, deep breath. Then she slowly reached her paws up and began to undo the buttons on her shirt. Elliot watched - how could he not? One... two... three... four... he could see her bra now, and it looked like she had picked one up special for him... half a minute later, her shirt was completely off, and she reached down for the button on her jeans.
Elliot, although fascinated and horny beyond imagining, figured he should probably be doing something similar to her. So he sat up and removed his coat, casting it aside - then he got rid of his shirt (he played football, so he was used to undressing in front of others). He reached down for his belt... and paused. Don't take it too fast, he thought.
Ha! Fast? Who the fuck is taking this FAST?
He looked up at Janey. She had just slid her pants off, and... oh, good God! She made a little spin, and Elliot saw that she was wearing a small, lacy, extremely attractive red thong that matched her bra. He honestly wouldn't have been surprised of his arousal had ripped out of his pants at that moment. He stared at her in a stupor, his eyes traveling up and down her body, admiring her almost perfect figure, admiring the way her white belly-fur blended oh-so-smoothly into her pale yellow body-fur around her neck and inner thighs...
She opened her eyes, sighed, and moved forward. Before Elliot had a chance to react, she had climbed on top of him and jammed her lips against his again, her legs spread over his waist (straddling - was that the word?). He accepted her kisses and wrapped his arms around her, shivering at the electricity of her bare skin against his own. (Or was it fur? What the fuck ever.) She placed her hands on his face as he leaned back against the backboard of her bed again.
They kissed for a while, simply enjoying each other's tastes, melting in each other's arms. Each had, long ago, decided that the other was an excellent kisser. When they were finally through, Elliot turned onto his side and flung Janey down next to him. She giggled like a child playing games with it's parents as she flopped down at his side, her breasts bouncing inside her bra. She placed a delicate paw on Elliot's chest, which was now heaving with excitement, and licked his neck briefly. Elliot reached up to feel her... stomach. His hand rested on her stomach. Not too fast.
They lay still for a short while, imagining what pleasures the near future held in store for them, before Janey rolled over on top of the sheets so her back was facing Elliot. Elliot knew what that meant - and he could scarcely believe it. Trembling with anticipation, his fingers crawled up the beautiful bunny's back like spiders until they reached her bra strap. He didn't hesitate - in a matter of seconds, Janey was pulling it off and dropping it beside the bed.
She rolled back to face him.
Elliot struggled to resist fainting as he set eyes upon her bare breasts - almost instantly, he reached out at them to see what her reaction would be. She didn't seem to mind, so he lightly ran a paw over one, then proceeded to fully wrap his hand around it.
Janey let out a little sigh of enjoyment as her boyfriend kneaded and massaged. Elliot was entranced - he currently held the softest pillow of fleshy beauty he had ever known, not too big, not too small, just enough to fill the cup of his palm. In fact, he was so hypnotized that he jumped in surprise when Janey suddenly sat up and reached down toward her own waist. A moment later, Elliot regained his composure - and realized what she was doing.
She quickly slipped out of her thong.
She didn't lay back beside him after that, however. This time, she rolled over and settled between his legs. She gave his crotch an affectionate nuzzle before fumbling about with his belt, until she had unfastened it. Elliot felt adrenaline thundering through him like... oh, he didn't know, thunder or something. Janey pulled his pants down a little - he was sort of embarrassed when his massive erection jumped out beneath his boxers, but she didn't seem to mind. On the contrary, she looked greatly turned on.
Then, his semi-erect (semi? What the hell happened?) shaft flopped out. He watched as Janey took it in her paw and began to gently move it up... and down... up, down, up, down...
Elliot groaned with enjoyment. He could just feel the real pleasure building when Janey stopped and slid up his body. He felt her breasts roll up his stomach and chest, until she was lying directly on top of him, with that sexy, bitchy smile. "You ready?" Of course, she didn't wait for an answer, she only moved down just enough so that Elliot's dick was rubbing against the most favorable entrance to her body.
Elliot kissed her again. Then, all nervousness aside, he reached down, straightened his shaft, and pushed right into her. They both practically screamed with pleasure - Elliot had never felt such a senstion. It was like... well, sex, that went without saying, but also like... er, he didn't really give a shit. Suffice to say, it was awesome.
Elliot pulled out and then pushed in, then repeated, again and again, slowly at first and gradually gaining speed. Janey had her eyes shut tight and she was biting her lower lip so hard that Elliot thought blood would shoot out any second. He could tell she was trying to stay quiet, despite the involuntary groans and gasps she gave now and then. Elliot pumped up into her, she pumped back against him, her fluids dripping freely between their crotches.
Janey reached up with her paws to rub Elliot's chest between them, his powerful, heaving chest. He let her rub - hey, it felt pretty good, actually. He reached up as well, and gripped one of those firm breasts of hers. Kneading, massaging, fondling...
"Wait!" she cried suddenly.
Elliot stopped. They were both panting hard. "What?" he said. "Is something wrong?"
"Mm... no, nothing," replied Janey, smiling. Again. "Different position, that's all." They decide to try reverse cowgirl style (that's what it was called, right?). Janey sat up, spread her legs, and turned around. Elliot's manhood still deep within her. He grabbed her ankles, scooted over a little, and continued pushing up. More unfamiliar but most welcome sensations rippled through his body as he thrust, watching his girlfriend's ass bounce up and down at his waist. He kinda wanted to see her breasts bouncing, but he would survive.
Janey was inhaling sharply and quickly now, almost comically harmonizing with the little squishy noises their joined organs were making. Elliot guessed that she was close to a -
"Jesus CHRIST!" screamed Elliot. He stopped thrusting, grabbed Janey by the waist, and pulled her off of him, despite her cries of outrage.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" she shouted at him angrily.
"I was, I almost... I could have gotten you pregnant!" said Elliot. "I dunno about you, but I'm not ready for that shit yet!"
"You didn't cum yet!" she said, pointing.
Elliot looked down. "I, I know, I said 'almost'..." He sighed. "Look, sorry, I'm just -"
"Well we can finish it like this..." interrupted Janey, as she usually did when she wanted to do something and knew Elliot was goint to say some stupid pointless thing. She leaned over and stuck her legs out behind her, her muzzle closing the gap between it and Elliot's groin. Elliot watched, confused for a split second, then excited. He felt Janey take almost the whole of his member into her mouth, her lips slowly covering it as she rubbed along the bottom of it with her velvety tongue. Now it was Elliot who bit his lip. He quickly decided that he liked it like this MORE than he liked it vaginally. Janey's head moved up... then down... just as her paw had earlier... bobbing up... coming down... all in one tempo. She never sped up, never slowed down. She was being careful, precise, putting the same amount of affection into each little suck.
Elliot groaned, quite loudly. He had his paw on her head, but he wasn't forcing her down. Just scratching her behind the ears, because he knew she liked that. It was the least he could do in exchange for the treatment she was giving him. GOD, it felt good (he didn't know she had been practicing on bananas for over a month).
Elliot was a little surprised at how long it took for him to feel another orgasm approaching, but he didn't say anything this time. The most spectacular feeling exploded in his erection as he climaxed right into Janey's throat, giving one hard thrust and a loud groan. He felt his seed gushing into her face, sloshing around between her cheeks, and eventually all sliding down her esophagus.
He sighed and laid down on the bed as Janey licked the last of the semen off of her lips. "Tasty..." she muttered. Then she threw herself upon Elliot again. "So, uh... how was I?"
Elliot laughed. "A trillion percent perfect, as usual," he panted. "You give great head,y'know..."
Janey slowly put a paw around his throat, her grin changing from sexy to downright devilish. "I expect you to return the favor. I want an orgasm too!"
~ 9:42 P.M. - Two Days Later ~
Elliot sat on the couch at his house, watching baseball with his stepdad. He still couldn't get Friday out of his head. It had been the greatest evening of his life - he had yet to break the news to Brian, but he' do so soon. Everything was going great.
Until his mom walked in. She looked angry. "Elliot..." she said.
"Hm?" replied Elliot, not taking his eyes off the screen.
"I just got off the phone with your girlfriend's father," she growled. "You left your BIKE HELMET at her house..."
Elliot looked up quickly, his heart suddenly pounding. "Oh, I... um that's from -"
"... and your underwear," finished his stepmom.