Wet Behind the Ears
It was a warm, deep tub. Smooth, and a light blue. But filled with water now. Water warm to the point of hot (but not scolding). With bubbles. They were like the icing on this cake, as it were. It was all too inviting, too perfect. Perry could not resist.
The young mouse put a foot-paw in, gingerly, having already disrobed. He poked his foot-paw into the water. Inquisitive. It was, indeed, warm. He slowly lowered his leg, until his foot-paw touched bottom, and he stepped over and completely in. The other foot-paw. His cinnamon-colored fur standing on end a bit, furry chest rising and falling. He lowered himself into the tub. Sitting. Breathing deeply.
Bell-Bell, a female mouse, was already in the tub. He was now sitting behind her. She knew this, but kept her eyes closed. Saying nothing. Though she smiled lightly. Her thin tail moving slightly this way and that. Lazily. Perry's eyes followed it, like it was a hypnotizing snake.
Perry swallowed, hyped up. Though the water was working to soak him, relax him. He wasn't sure what to say. He wasn't sure how to start this. She had made the move, hadn't she? Leaving the door open, the bathroom door. After he'd found her front door unlocked, and had poked his head in. Calling her name timidly. Hearing water running. Too curious not to creep forward and sniff her out. He had simply come to visit, though. He wasn't even acquainted with her, really, only that she was in one of his classes at school, and ... and he'd borrowed her notes, and ...
"I wish I could take a bath every day," Bell-Bell said, turning her neck slightly. She was so lithe, so trim. So graceful. Her fur was silver. Not gray, but a lighter gray. It almost had an iridescence in the light. It looked so soft ... and her eyes were open now.
"Well," said Perry, resting a paw on the water's surface, skimming it slowly. Back and forth. His heart was hammering. He was sweating in the heat from the water, the slow-rising steam. Why had he ... why was he sitting in this tub? Why was he doing this? This was ... this was not something he did. Had ever done. And what if he was misinterpreting things, and ...
"Well, what?" she asked softly. Coyly.
"Well, why don't you?" he managed, meeting her eyes. Taking in a breath. Bell-Bell was pretty. In a pleasing, natural way. Or something. "Why don't you take a bath every day?" he finally asked, getting the question out.
"I don't know," she admitted. She smiled lightly. A bit sadly. She was lonely. Perry couldn't understand how she could be ... though he was always lonely himself. He knew how it felt. He saw some of that in her eyes, but ... he smiled back at her. Shyly. The bubbles were obscuring his groin.
"You're sweet," she told him. Sincerity in her voice.
He blushed. Shrugged. The water stirred gently at the movement. "You don't," he stuttered. "You don't even know me." Again, he felt a quick fear. Maybe he was making a fool of himself. He was making a mistake. This had to be breaking some kind of moral rule ...
"You just strike me, though. There's something ... " She trailed. Smiled.
His eyes flitted to her warm, furry breasts, and then away. And then to them again. Then away.
"Let's say," she continued, "We bathe, hmm?"
He smiled and nodded. "Okay," he said simply, but obviously uneasy. Trying to calm down.
"I'm sure your ears are filthy," she told him. "We'll have to start with those."
He put a paw to his large mouse ears. "I keep them clean," he said. A bit defensive. "I mean ... I'm very tidy."
"I find that most mice aren't. Male mice, anyway."
He shrugged again. "Well ... "
"Your ears can't be too clean," she told him. "Come on." She splashed the water, turning around, facing him. "Turn around."
He nodded quietly, doing so. The water churned a bit. Warm. Bubbly. Smelling of something pink and fresh.
She scooted up, resting her belly against his back. He inhaled deeply at the contact. She moved her legs and foot-paws around him, overlapping his own legs. And then she pulled him back with her, scooting to the back of the tub, so she could sit up straight. She put her paws on his shoulders.
"You're still a bit tense," she noted.
He only nodded while she wet her paws again, lathering them with some kind of moisturizing soap.
"Be careful?" he whispered to her. For male mice, the ears were among the more ... sensitive parts of the body. Erogenous zones.
"Don't worry," she assured him.
She began lathering his ears, the backs of them. Scritching the bases with her claws. He leaned forward a bit, but she guided his head back. He swallowed, throat getting dry.
"You okay?" she whispered, massaging, scritching the bases of his ears.
He nodded weakly. "I just ... "
"Yeah?" she asked, tracing up to his ear-tips, tracing the edges.
"I don't ... no one's touched me like this," he admitted. "Before. Or ever ... " He inhaled deeply as she ran her paws back down to the bottom of his ears, leaning forward. Bending his ears lightly and blowing inside them.
"How does it feel?" she asked him, whispering directly into his right ear.
"Nice," he whispered back. Eyes fluttering. It did feel ... very, very good. His muscles relaxed, and he started to sink back against her belly and chest.
She continued to toy with his ears, soaked in warm water. Splattered with bubbles that were dissipating. Slowly. "You don't like getting close to others?"
He made a sound that indicated no.
"Neither do I," she admitted. "I've been afraid of getting hurt. What's your excuse?" she asked him.
He opened his eyes. "You're afraid?"
"We're not talking about me ... "
"Well ... I guess I'm afraid, too. I'm just ... shy. I can't help it," he said, sagging a bit. "I wish," he said, "That I could have more confidence. You know?"
She nodded, tracing his ears again. Blowing lightly into one and then the other.
"Oh," Perry breathed. He felt a shudder go down his spine. His whole body shivered, despite being in warm water. Fur stood on end.
"How do you think you're doing," Bell-Bell asked him, "In the class, I mean? Did my notes help?"
He nodded. "You have good paw-writing." Pause. "I think I'm doing okay. Better than some of my other classes. I'm ... I'm not a good student," he admitted. He felt a flush of shame, remembering all the classes he had failed. And he'd only been in college for two years. "It's not that ... that I don't try. I do, but ... not hard enough." Pause. "I know I should care, but I don't," he told her, sounding distressed. "I don't know what I want to do. I just want ... " He stopped. He wasn't entirely sure what he wanted, and even if he had been, he couldn't ... he couldn't open up to her like that. Not like that. Not yet. Not spilling his wants and desires and ...
Bell-Bell started scooping water with her paws, pouring it on Perry's head, his ears.
"How's your hearing?" she asked him, after several more minutes. Done with the ears.
"Good," he said. He smiled. "It's ... good." The thorough going-over of his ears had made him ... excited. He found his thoughts bouncing around in his head, fusing together.
"They're squeaky clean," she said, inspecting his ears.
There was an awkward pause. Both of them sitting there, in the tub. Exposed. Vulnerable. Basically strangers.
"Um," said Chester, shifting around to face her. Sloshing the warm water, the bubbles starting to pop and fade even more, exposing more of his lower body. He seemed to shrink back a bit, timidity resurfacing now that the pleasure was subsiding. Her paws removed from his ears. His eyes flitted to her furry breasts again. He looked away. "Sorry," he apologized. "I'm ... sorry."
"No," she said seriously, having been pleased that ... that he found her desirable. That he wanted her. She liked knowing that. "Don't be. Please," she said, putting a paw on his chin, guiding his gaze back to her. They locked eyes. For a few seconds, before they both looked away.
Bell-Bell forced a light laugh. "We shouldn't get embarrassed about ourselves. I mean ... it's a bit too late to be embarrassed. We're in a tub together after all."
He managed a smile. "I was supposed to be studying tonight."
"I was supposed to be doing ... something," she said, shrugging. Not remembering right now. Not caring.
"Or, well," he corrected, "Pretending to study. That's what I always do. I never actually do it. I have a ... a pretty good memory," he told her. "Once I see things ... "
"Photographic?" she asked.
He eyes crawled up and down her body. Her fur, her ... he cleared his throat. "Uh ... " He nodded. "Yeah."
"So, why did you need my notes?"
"Hmm?"
"My notes?"
"Well, I lost mine," he said lamely. Blushing.
"Oh, but ... if you copied them down once, even if you lost them ... you have a perfect memory. Why would you need mine? Why would you need to copy them again?" She knew, of course, by now. But was pushing him with her words, trying to get to him.
"Well, I ... " Pause. He shrugged, looking caught. Embarrassed. "I just ... you're pretty," he said, looking down at the water. "You seem nice." Pause. "I didn't know any other way to get to you, to get close enough."
"Close enough to what?"
"To just ... close enough to be close," he said, shrugging. He wished she would stop. He didn't like to spill his feelings. He wished ...
She nodded, falling quiet.
Pause.
"The water's starting to get ... lukewarm," she realized. She reached over his shoulder, turning the water back on. Turning it to hot. Not scolding, but hot. He ducked as she did so, and then she sat back. They were facing each other. The water entering the tub offered more warmth, and churned the bubbles up again.
Perry sat there. Realizing he should make the next move. She had cleaned a part of him. He needed to clean a part of her. It was ... the proper thing to do. But what if he messed this up? He wasn't sure what to do. He scooted forward a bit. A bit more.
"I don't bite," she said lightly.
He swallowed. Looked past her, to her thin tail. "Can you ... turn around?"
She tenderly did so, water still pouring, running in. Making the water bubble back up. Whereas the ears were among the male mouse's erogenous spots, it was, for the female, the tail. She wiggled hers in front of his face. He put his paws around it, near the base. Squeezed the pink, ropy tail, then massaged upward. Squeezed. Massaged down.
Bell-Bell's eyes fluttered to a close, and her breathing slowed. Perry moved her tail-tip to his mouth, nibbling and sucking on it. Running paws up and down the rest of it. As gingerly as he could manage.
"You have gentle paws," she told him.
He didn't know what to say to that, other than, "Thank you." Pause. "Your fur," he said, placing his nose to her back. Breathing it in, her scent. She was damp, and smelled of water and soap, and partly of him, but her own scent was there. Definitely.
"What about it?" she asked weakly, sagging. Her tail-tip still in his mouth, his paws tugging at the base.
"It's," he said, swallowing. Throat dry. He closed his eyes and breathed deeply through his nose. Shivered. "It's ... wonderful."
"You really are very sweet," she told him, smiling.
Perry blushed, and then, with a start, realized, "The water's flowing out of the tub." He twisted to turn it off, and when he twisted back, she had turned to face him.
"I wasn't ... done," he said, of her tail. "I wanted to do more. I mean ... "
"Well, if you want to stick with my tail, but ... "
"Well, if you want ... "
"You've never done any of this before, Perry?" she said, breathing harder, distracted.
He shook his head. Embarrassed.
"I like that. I wish ... I wish ... " She stopped.
He didn't press the matter, only saying, "Well, I don't care what you've done ... with other mice," he said, trailing. Picking back up with, "I don't." He looked to her sincerely. "I think," he said of her, "That you're clean and pure and beautiful and ... "
"You're sensitive. I know that," she told him, interrupting. "I don't want you to get hurt."
"Hurt, like ... "
"Like emotionally hurt, Perry."
"Why would I get hurt?" he asked, confused.
She shrugged. "Because that's what happens sometimes. It's very ... painful," she said, speaking from experience. "And yet ... you still want that intimacy. It's messy, dirty, tangled, but ... you need it," she stressed. "You want it. That feeling ... it can be a weakness."
"It doesn't ... doesn't have to be," he said. Because he didn't know what to say. It saddened him to hear her so ... distressed. "We can be weak together, then."
"But you know, though," she told him. "That we don't know each other. This is ... is there a future in this? A real one?"
Perry fumbled, blushing. "I just want ... look, I just want you. You. I don't ... " He looked to her. "Please?"
"Alright," she said slowly. Touched that he wanted her. So strongly. Wanted her. "Just promise me one thing."
"Yes?" he asked.
"You don't get hurt. I don't get hurt, either. We do this ... and whatever happens, happens. No promises about tomorrow, or the next ... "
"Alright," he agreed. Though part of him was frightened now, wanting to back-peddle, but no ... no, he couldn't. Wouldn't. Things were fragile now. Backing away ... would crush them both. He wanted, entirely, to go forward. To finish it. To make something of this.
He swallowed, eying her up and down, trying to draw from instinct ... the best way to proceed. Then a worried look. "You're not ... we don't have to worry about ... "
"It's not that time of the month, no," she said, a bit sheepishly.
"Oh." He nodded.
Pause.
"I think we should," she suggested, "Get out of the tub now. It's a bit constricting in here. I think my fur will dry out, anyway, if I stay too much longer in ... "
"Okay," he said immediately, and he rose. Standing. Wobbly at first, but putting one foot-paw out of the tub, then another. Gave her his paw. She smiled up at him as he helped her up. They were standing on the mat outside the tub, right in front of the mirror. In front of the sink. Perry immediately got an urge, an idea. Heart thumping in his ears, he maneuvered her in front of him, against the sink. Facing the mirror.
She understood, raising her tail out of the way, spreading her furry legs. Leaning forward. Perry, shaky, ran his paws up and down her sides, down to her rump, then back up to her sides.
"Perry?" she asked, nearly bouncing on her foot-paws. Horny. For lack of a more elegant word.
"Yes?"
"Mount me. Please. Now."
He simply nodded. "Right," he said. Nodding. Nodding again. His cock had been gorged by now, with blood, and he lowered his hips. Between her legs. Bumped around the folds of her pussy, trying to stab at the opening.
Bell-Bell stood on her tip-paws. Holding her breath. Waiting.
Perry began to blush. Flustered. Scolding himself for not being able to ... there! Penetration. Glorious! He slid in, as gently as he could. In, in, in. In warm muscle, her own mucus giving him a slick path. He went in, shuddered, groaned. Just the feeling ... the feeling of that. He felt weak. He could feel Bell-Bell's heart pounding, her breasts rising, falling. He put his hands and paws around her, onto the lower part of her breasts.
"Perry, I don't know about you," Bell-Bell said, voice wobbly. Eager. "I can't take any more teasing. Just ... just do it. Just go."
He nodded again, taking a deep breath. Moving. In. Out. Searching for a rhythm. It didn't take long. He was surprised ... at how soon he found it, a comfortable motion. It was instinct. Instinct. Instinct had to be right. With her bent over the sink, he humped her doggy-style. Humped. Humped. Becoming driven, focused on the motion, the speed. The sparks of pleasure shooting through his cock. The waves of pleasure. Soaking through him, up into him. He wanted more. He wanted it. And the wanting drove him.
Bell-Bell started squeaking with each hump. Perry was soon squeaking as well. Sliding, warm, wet, into her. Like she was made for him. It was such a perfect fit, such a steady feeling, such ...
"Oh, oh," she breathed. In between squeaks. She was rocked forward with each of his thrusts.
Perry's eyes watered, and he went harder, breathing in her fur, her scent. Trying not to be over-eager, but not able to help it. His seed tickling, trickling through his shaft, teasing him with something explosive. Her vaginal walls pulling him in. Milking him. He squeaked loudly.
She hit hers before he hit his. Letting out wild squeaks, spreading her paws, clenching the air. Gasping. He could feel her spasms. Feel her convulse, jerk with joy. Squeaking. He hurried his pace, wanting to feel it with her. Desperately. Needing to. Hump. Hump. Bang. Bang. And bang. Almost. Almost. Got it! He grinned wildly, showing his teeth. His own primal squeaks burst forth as he buried himself inside her, spraying his seed. Planting it in her. The relief! The satisfaction of climax.
"Oh. Oh," he breathed. Squeaking. Shuddering. Blindly shaking, slumping into her, pawing her. He was still leaking his seed into her. Both of them still squeaking and panting. Before they had started, the mirror had been half-hidden in steam. It was now covered, and the steam swirled through the air. They were a furry, sweaty, soapy, wet tangle of limbs, fur, blood. Warmth. Still connected in the most intimate way. She was still speared by him.
"That was ... that was good, Perry," she said, barely able to speak. "You've no idea," she said, swallowing, ragged breath. "I mean ... " She shuddered, continuing, "I don't ... know how to ... "
His knees were wobbling, and he slid slowly out of her. Gasping. Holding and grasping her so as not to fall. "Oh. Oh, wow, Bell-Bell. Wow."
She turned to him, licking his nose. Immediately into a long, wet kiss. He squeaked and obliged, allowing himself to be guided to the edge of the tub. Her tongue licking him. He licked weakly back.
"Thank you," she whispered, misty-eyed, into his ear. Hugging him.
He felt so ... soft and vulnerable. So close to her. She was almost part of him now, now that they'd ... bred. He was flooded with ... love?
"Thank you for making me feel," she told him.
"Well ... " He blushed. "I could say the same."
She nodded knowingly, smiling. Tired. But beaming. Her messed fur was still radiant, and ...
"You know, I really don't have anything to do," he said. "Um, I ... I can stay."
"Maybe we should slow down. Think about ... things," she suggested.
"Bell-Bell," he said, pawing at her fur. He wanted to go again. He might need a few minutes to recharge, but ... he could do it. He told her this, pawing at her like a horny adolescent.
"Alright," she said. Because, to be honest, she wanted the same. She wanted him back inside her, wanted, but, "All the same," she added. "Let's sit down for a while. Have a bite to eat. I'm sure we're both hungry."
He nodded. Feeling a bit dizzy, which made his paw-tips go numb. He shook them.
She went to the doorway, paused. Turned. Thought for a moment. A moment more. "On second thought, I'm uh, I'm not hungry ... for food," she said.
"Oh."
And she was on him in a second, had him on the towels. On the floor.
"I guess we're ... we're deep enough to drown now, aren't we?" she said.
"I guess." Pause. "I don't care, though."
She smiled. Neither did she. "I don't think either of us are clean enough. It's going to take a lot of ... scrubbing."
"Scrubbing," he echoed, squirming. Hot. Eager. "Scrubbing," he whispered.
They bred, mated with each other ... until, an hour or so later, she was curled up at his side, head on his stomach. Twitching in her sleep. Him asleep as well, stomach rising and falling, arms and paws hugging her. Two young mice snuggling on the warm and wet bathroom floor. Dreaming of and with each other ... well into dark.