Snowed In
NOTE: This story takes place just a little while after the story Out With The Old, so sometime early in 2005.
Several hours into the study session Jex was having trouble thinking straight anymore. She'd been reading over clinical psychology for so long that it was all running together in her head. She took off her glasses and rubbed her eyes in the hopes that they would be a little more focused when she opened them again. This was not the case. When she looked over at Aitora she could see he was reaching that same wall.
"This is amazing." he said without looking up. "The longer I look at this trig text the more Greek I'm finding in it." He closed the book and let out a frustrated groan.
"I was thinking the same thing about muscle control and upper brain function." She stretched her arms over her head and felt a series of satisfying pops in her back and shoulders. When she lowered her arms again she could have sworn she saw the tiger looking over at her out of the corner of her eye. "Lets stretch our legs. It may just clear our heads."
"Sounds good to me." He got up and pulled his jacket on. "So where to?"
"My brain needs something bad for me to work properly. The pizzeria down the street seems like it should do for a little walk, some fresh air and enough grease to make me feel like a proper student."
"Something bad for you huh?" Aitora gave her a mocking grin.
"You couldn't keep up kitty" she said as she pulled a hoodie on over her t-shirt. "We red heads can burn guys like you up in an instant." To drive the point home she gave him the look that always made him turn away in embarrassment. It was her lustiest leer and it didn't let her down. Just as expected he couldn't keep up his bluff.
"Dammit, you're just too good at that."
"No, just good enough. Now lets get out there before they close up for he night."
* * *
Everything in the shoebox storefront was given a red hue by the neon sign in the window. The pizza the place served should have been outlawed for how greasy it was but nothing hit the spot like an artery clogging slice of peperoni and cheese at 1AM. As Jex picked up the last bit of crust from the now transparent paper plate she gave a satisfied sigh. "Oh, I'm going to have to put in some really good time at the gym tomorrow." she said as she eyed the shopping bag full of junk food they had gotten from a 24hr convenience store on the way there.
"Yeah, but how often will we be young?" Aitora said with an equally satisfied smile on his face. His plate was empty long ago and had taken to pushing ice cubes around in his cup with the straw. "Besides, a cram session wouldn't be the same without a sack of trashy food."
"I guess, but did you have to tempt me with cupcakes?"
He laughed. "Your Kryptonite!"
The red tint died in an instant. The neon sign was out for the night and the staff wasn't being subtle about how badly they wanted to be on their way home. The pair collected their bag of snacks and the slice they had gotten for Misty so she could have it when she got home from work. Walking out onto the sidewalk they made their way among the ice and slush strewn pedestrian walkway. The last route 37A rolled past and stopped at the shelter, allowing the familiar blue haired rabbit out of the bus. As the duo became a trio she spoke.
"Hey! Guess who can't wait to get home and put her feet up in a nice hot bath?" Misty raised a hand and pointed to herself "This girl right here!"
Jex gave her a hug, again she caught the stir of interest from Aitora. "Don't cut me out. I'd love to jump in with you." To see the blush rise in Mistys face and her head retreat as deep into her coat as she could manage was exactly what Jex was looking for.
"Come on; don't do this to me out here."
"If you're going to do it to her back at the apartment, can I watch?"
Misty had a blush that could be seen from space by now and Jex was loving every second of it. "Oh come on, don't be so shy. You know I'm kidding."
Misty was quick to take the break in the assault and change the topic. "So what's on the agenda for tonight?"
Aitora jumped in "Trying to get ready for midterms. Care to join us?"
She sighed, instantly drained of energy. "Well I guess I should but damn am I tired."
"Well this may help." Jex held out the pizza box.
"Oooooh, my saviour." she took hold of the box like it was some kind of precious artifact. After working at a drug store for the past nine hours she was ready for a little pampering. Jex knew that better than a lot of people. She knew Misty was going through some hard times personally and was determined not to let it show, but she saw it. This wasn't much but she knew it meant a lot to know that someone was thinking of her. She just wanted to do more; she also wished she knew what more was.
"And here's a little something else." Aitora produced a DVD from his jacket pocket. "I know you're a horror enthusiast. I think this will please."
She smiled, her shoulders eased down and she looked relaxed. "Thanks." It seemed to be all she could manage. The rest of the way back to the apartment they were all quiet. By the time they reached the front door of the building a light snow had started to collect on the pavement and the wind had started to pick up a little. None of them bothered looking up; none of them saw the ring around the moon.
* * *
A few hours later they were right back where they were before. They had all drummed as much information into their heads as they could. Now they had truly hit their own personal walls. Misty was the first to throw in the towel. "I'm done." she took one last mouthful of cola. "Besides, I've got to get to my class in four hours time anyway." She walked off to her room and closed the door.
Aitora was the next to move. "Yeah, I think she's got the right idea. If I leave now I can catch the first bus and be home with enough time to grab a shower and get back to the university."
Jex got up as well, moving to see him out. They walked to the buildings front door and stopped dead in their tracks. The storm that had come up while they were studying had become so heavy that neither of them could see to the newspaper vending machine on the sidewalk. She looked at the tiger "So, feel like camping out on the couch?"
"Fuck yes. I don't even think the buses would be running in this shit."
They walked up to her apartment again and went back to the living room. Aitora set to work clearing off the couch and Jex collected a pair of blankets, stuffing one of them in a pillowcase. When she came out she saw that he had emptied his pockets onto the coffee table and had taken off his shirt. He was still wearing a tank top but it was the first time she had seen his tattoo. It was between his shoulder blades, just barely peeking out from under the shirt. She found herself wondering, even without thinking about it, what it was and if there were any other tattoos hidden away anywhere else.
"Thank you." He emphasized the words in his usual over gratifying way. Just a little reality check. This was Aitora, the guy who you hung around with; a friend, but not a friend with benefits. But still she was wondering. That new light she was seeing him in was getting better and better looking all the time. It isn't sane how turned on you are by tattoos and scars, she thought to herself. Again she looked at the ink that dyed his fur into a pattern of his choosing as he made his bed on the couch.
"You never told me you had a tattoo before. What is it anyway?" she bit down on her tongue right away for being so stupid. She really didn't want to go down this road.
"Oh, yeah, I got this one a few years back. It's a bunch of symbols for immortality worked into an ankh. I came up with the design myself. I've been thinking of going out and getting it added to or colored in." He laughed to himself. "Then again, you know how these things are, they're addictive."
"No, I wouldn't. I've been terrified of needles and blood my whole life. I don't even have my ears pierced." She sat on the couch next to Aitora. "Can I see it?"
"Sure." He reached back and pulled the neckline down on the back of the undershirt.
"Hmmm, I can't really see the whole thing like this." She lied. "Do you mind?" She gave the shirt a tug where it was tucked into his pants.
"Oh, yeah." He took the tank top off over his head.
She now had a completely unobstructed view of the body art. Before she registered what she was doing she had reached out and touched his back, running a slender finger along the black line that marked the outer edge of the tattoo. She felt him shiver under her touch, but he didn't pull away. "Do you have any others?"
He was slow to answer and when he did he had the hesitating speech of a man distracted. "No... Thats the only one... I have." A deep purr was issuing from him, prompting her to keep it up. "Why..." That was all he managed to get together of his next thought. It was lost in the sensation of the tender exploration. Still she knew what the question was going to be.
"I just love them. I don't know why. Maybe it's because I don't have the guts to go get anything like that done myself. I just find tattoos, piercings and scars really" she hesitated before saying the next word. If she went ahead it would be like opening a flood gate and there was no taking it back. "Sexy." His reaction was not what she expected at all.
His laughter lightly shook his shoulders. "Scars are sexy? Not where I've got 'em." He turned toward her and leaned back against the arm of the couch. His comedic calm was shattered in an instant when he noticed the look on her face.
"Really?" she purred. "I'd like to be the judge of that." She stood up and pulled the hoodie and the t-shirt off at the same time, exposing the black cotton bra she was wearing underneath. She dropped the two items on the floor and walked toward her room. She shot him her sexy look from the door, but held back just enough so he wasn't forced to look away again.
* * *
"Really? I'd like to be the judge of that." The words hit him like a sledge between the eyes. There's got to be a joke here somewhere. Jex has always been a shameless flirt and loves to call my bluff. Just wait for the punch line. But there was no punch line. Instead her shirt came off, clearly signalling her intent. She's even bustier then I'd thought was all that Aitora could think as she stood there showing off her body. She walked toward her room and stopped in the doorway, turning to look back with an expression that wasn't so seething with lust that it made him embarrassed but instead shot him full of want.
Maybe it was because he was tired and not thinking clearly. Maybe it was because he'd been out of a relationship for some time now and was feeling the need for some adult companionship. Maybe it was time to stop thinking over what was happening. He stood up and walked over to her. She walked backwards to her bed and crawled up onto it, laying back in the most seductive pose he'd ever seen her strike. She never broke eye contact the whole time, she was clearly in control here and he was fine with that.
He stepped into the room and closed the door behind him. He crawled up over the bed and into her arms. Exchanging long heated kisses their hands moved over each others bodies. Again she was feeling around his tattoo, but now with her tongue. Kissing the stylized scarring, touching it sensuously, and licking it slow and soft. It all felt so good. All this was teasing him to new heights. His tail twitched in anticipation of every touch and his purr echoed off the walls. Little by little each item of clothing found its way to the floor. When they were both naked in the darkened room he heard her whisper in his ear. So where is that scar of yours?
Now it was his turn to be coy. "You'll just have to find it." The smile she shot him said that was just what she wanted to hear.
She straddled his stomach and ran her hands through his chest fur. "No, it isn't there." Now she leaned over, pressing her breasts into his face as she searched his arms. She lingered there, allowing him time to enjoy her breasts for a while. Her nipples went from semi hard to being little stones in his mouth as Aitora licked and sucked them. A bite made her shudder on top of him. Apparently she liked a little rough treatment in bed.
Jex gripped the headboard for support, letting go of Aitoras arms. Now he slid his hands up to her chest and groped her large breasts as he continued to lick and bite at her nipples. She was now moaning loud enough to drown out his purrs. I hope there's plenty of sound proofing in here, he thought, 'cause we're only getting started.
* * *
This was pure irritation. She was so tired she could barely keep her eyes open, and then when she put her head on the pillow she was wired. Misty sat up and parted her blinds just a little to look through. The frost was so heavy that she couldn't see the parking structure across the street. Then she realized it wasn't frost but rather a full on blizzard. Where the hell had this come from? A few hours earlier everything was fine.
She sat at her computer desk and logged onto the university website. All classes closed for the day. The city's website was also warning people to stay off the roads and allow for the service crews to get their work done. The buses were off the road and best of all: that meant no classes and no work that evening. She opened her desk drawer and took out her emergency can of Coke for a celebratory drink. Guess I should spread the good word. she said to herself after taking a long sip. By the time she had left the bedroom Aitora and Jex were making a bed on the couch. Apparently they had figured it out on their own. Then she saw something that made her want to both laugh and cry at the same time.
Jex was raising her tail; the fur was standing on end. She was getting turned on, though what was bringing this on all of a sudden was anybody's guess. She was amused at how quickly the skunk went from lukewarm to hot and bothered. She'd seen it happen on a few occasions, almost like someone flicking a switch. But at the same time this hurt just a little bit. Somewhere she had thought they could be exclusive. But they had never really talked about it. It seems they were both assuming, but assuming different things. She couldn't bring herself to hold a grudge for this; she'd waited too long after all, besides seeing Jex aroused was getting her horny too. By the time both of them had taken their shirts off she had closed her door.
Again she went to her desk for her secret stash. This time however it wasn't a can of soda that she wanted. Instead she reached for the tiny luggage lock key she kept at the back of the drawer. After taking the nickel plated treasure she went to her closet and took out an overnight bag that had the two zipper tabs locked together. When she had the bag opened she took three items out and placed the rest back inside.
She lay back on her bed and pulled her panties off. As she lay there she took the small bottle of lube and gave a liberal coating to the butt plug she had retrieved form the bag. Just looking at the small black latex cone had her getting wetter. She raised her hips and lined the slick tip up with her anus then ever so slowly let her weight do the rest. She gasped when she felt it press inside her and groaned into her pillow when it was up inside her as far as it would reach without being forced. Now she was ready for the last item.
* * *
Her nipples had gotten as hard as they could some time ago. Now every pass of his tongue drew shivers from her. She was still straddling him but had moved down just a little. Now he could just barely feel her pussy with his cock. When she took control again and started moving down again they were both ready to burst.
Jex slowly dragged herself down over him, teasing his cock with the soft fur of her underbelly till he was firmly between her tits. Aitora groaned with pleasure when she pushed her cleavage together around him and started grinding against his body. He had started to throb between her tits when she saw the first drop of pre form on his tip. Catching his eye contact she dragged her tongue over the ridge of his penis, savouring the first taste. The sensation of her hot little tongue on his head was almost too much for him to bear.
"I'm starting to think you were leading me on about that scar to get me in here." she said, licking her lips.
"You think so?" Aitora couldn't hold back the smirk at the situation. He instantly regretted opening his mouth, knowing he was about to be found out.
She followed the line of his gaze and her breath caught in her throat. Uh-oh, here it comes, he thought to himself. He prepared himself for her to recoil in disgust. Instead he felt her tongue move tenderly up over the scar on the underside of his cock. She let her tongue linger on the spot where the ridge started and then kissed her way back down over the scar. His jaw dropped, both in amazement over her reaction and the sensations that he felt shooting up his spine. She wasn't pulling his leg earlier! She really was into all this stuff.
Just like with his tattoo she covered the mark with gentle touches that traced it followed by kisses, licks and then things got even better. With her left hand she cradled his cock then she started to massage it with the palm of her right hand up and down over the mark. Then she switched to massaging with her fingers. He closed his eyes and revelled in the feeling of what was being done with him. "Oh god, that feels so good."
"Well, I hope so because I'm really enjoying it." Again she started licking. "I hope you aren't weirded out by me being turned on by things like this."
"Oooooohhhhhhhhhh noooooooo" Aitora could feel his cock throbbing hard. "I was always ashamed of it. Hell I've never had sex with the lights on because of it."
"Well it's nothing to be ashamed of." She was moving up again. Slowly and sensuously she pressed her breasts against him as he writhed beneath her. Soon she was on top of him again, rubbing his cock with her pussy.
* * *
Jex needed to feel something or she'd scream. After giving head and a titjob she'd seen the scar and of all places it could have been, it was on his cock! She wanted to feel it, touch it, taste it. Finally she had to feel it touch her. She mounted the tiger and started to grind her clit along the scar. She knew it was probably her imagination but she could have sworn she could feel the raised texture under her. She hadn't been this wet in a long time, not since she'd seen primitives performing. Now she was thrusting her hips as hard as she could. She grabbed double fistfuls of Aitoras chest fur, grunting out a lustful mantra with every push. He was thrusting too, increasing the friction on her sex. Then in one massive thrust he was inside of her. The howl that escaped her she was sure would be heard by her neighbours on every side, but she gave not one fuck at that moment.
Her sweat-soaked hair fell into her face as she raised her body and dropped down, time after time. The tiger was timing his thrusts to meet her as she fell every time. His hands found her breasts and he groped at her, pushing her upright. She felt more of his shaft now, more of his throbbing. She was getting close too. She guided one of his hands to her face and sucked on a finger, biting it a little as she bounded ever closer to her orgasm.
"I'm! Gonna! Cum!" Aitora said with each thrust.
"No! Hold on just a little longer." she stopped riding and worked him with her inner muscles in an attempt to keep herself close but let him ease off. He was trying to keep pounding her and she had to keep from giving in. Her legs entangled his, she slumped down on his chest. She kissed him hard, biting his lip. Maybe that little bit of pain would buy her a few more minutes.
When she felt that telltale thrust that went along with a male orgasm she knew she'd read him wrong. She groaned as the sensation of the cum shot drove her closer to her climax. Closer, but not there. His thrusts went along with the throbbing and the smaller ejaculations. She ground whatever pleasure she could out of this, it seemed the ride was over. Then she got another surprise.
He pushed her off and down onto the mattress. She felt him mount her from behind. "I'm nowhere near done." He growled into her ear just before giving her a love bite. Her hips raised without her thinking about it. In an instant he was slamming balls deep inside her. She panted out her carnality with each violent assault. Where had all this come from, she wondered, or was all this bottled up in the shy, soft spoken feline the whole time?
Another bite on her shoulder told her he was going to cum again. She braced herself, knowing that this was when she would reach her limit as well. Like before, he plunged in time with each spurt of cum, but this time it felt like there was more. Her walls tightened around him as she came too, her convulsions milking as much seed as she could. With their thrusting and bumping it spilled out of her and made a little pool between her legs. Aitora rolled off of her, looking up at a sky that wasn't there. They both struggled to catch their breath and gulped down air like drowning men saved from the deep.
* * *
The sound of some of the liveliest sex she'd ever heard echoed through the paper thin walls. Misty guided the vibrating egg to her exposed clit, touching her most sensitive places, playing with her nipples, even pinching them to try and get more out of this. None of it was working. She shoved the rounded toy inside her snatch and fingered her clit so fast that her hand was a blur. Hearing the heated exchange not five feet from her bed made this feel like so much less.
With a sigh of disgust she gave up when she heard them stop. She'd been masturbating for nearly half an hour now and hadn't made herself cum once. She turned the egg off and pulled it out. It was covered in her natural wetness and looked so promising but it had let her down. She pulled the other toy from her back door, an action that usually gave her a second orgasm but this time not even a whimper escaped her lips.
She nearly cried when they started up again not a minute later. What the hell is wrong with them? She got up and went to her closet, feeling a killer case of the sour grapes coming on. She cleaned her toys and put them back in their plastic holders, then her eyes lingered on something. She picked up the nylon outfit that she had bought for herself. She thought she'd look so sexy in a black, skin tight body suit that was see through everywhere but her privates. The stockings and fingerless gloves matched perfectly. She'd looked at herself in the mirror, considered using it but never did. Now she looked at a leather collar and leash set. A smile spread over her face at the prospect of pairing the two. "Well I can't seem to beat 'em."
Soon she stood in Jex door, clad in black with the leash in her hands. She saw them lying there, the skunk woman being cradled in the tigers arms. She couldn't make out what was said when Aitora leaned in and whispered something in Jex ear, but her reaction made it all too clear what was said.
"What, again?" She laughed. "What do they feed you back in the dorms?"
"Oh, so I'm not too late for some playtime with my mistress." She raised the leash and took it in her mouth. She strode in as sultry a manner as she could to the foot of the bed. She was amused at how shocked Aitora looked. He'd had no idea she could be like this, it was plain on his face.
Jex smiled in her usual calm, confident, sexy way. "Aitora, it's time you've met my fuck toy."
He simply nodded, slack jawed at the implication of what was going on, let alone what he was seeing and feeling.
Jex took hold of the leash and pulled the rabbit girl in for a long and forceful kiss. "So is my fuck toy ready for some cock?" Jex asked in an almost mocking manner.
Misty looked over at Aitoras average proportions and decided they'd do just fine. "Yes mistress Jex, I'd love some."