Perils of Curiosity
#2 of Perils
It had been three days. Ben had sat, lost in thought, alone in his room, thinking about what had happened on that fateful night three days previous. His willy laid at a constant state of semi-firmness, which sometimes annoyed him enough to go for a run. A system had moved in recently, brining with it gentle rain and mist in the mornings. He loved the feeling of running in the rain, the soft flecks of water pattering against his fur, as his thoughts stayed fixated on Rose.
It was a curious thing, what had happened, and he figured he was paying the price for it. The perils of curiosity: he couldn't get his mind off it. Not that he necessarily wanted to, it was just that the night kept replaying again and again in his head, as he tried to relive each and every second that he spent with her.
Mournfully, he ran past Rose's house, looking up at the window through which he used to climb through, wonder when it would be safe to visit her again. For the past few nights, whenever he looked out towards that window, all he had seen was it closed with the shade drawn and the outline of a lamp in front of it. Since they had been little, that had been the sign that things were not safe, and it was best to stay away until the lamp and shade were gone.
That was the other thing troubling him. Had he gone too far? He knew that something had happened between them on that night, something that scared him a bit, but what if it had scared Rose even more?
That couldn't be, she had enjoyed it as much as he had, if not more. He remembered feeling her shift and slide next to his own body as they explored each other, both of them lost in the feelings. Still, that granule of doubt remained, eating away at him from the inside.
After a few miles of running through the woods, he found himself at a clean pond he went swimming in when it was warm. Looking wistfully at its clear surface, he started to walk around the edge, slowly and uncaringly, remembering. The pond was in a small depression in the woods, with forested hills and budding trees all around. A thin layer of mist had formed above the surface, and for a moment, Ben wanted to leap onto the surface like it was made of diamond, and dance through the mist.
Sitting down next to a huge bolder by the shore, he ran a hand through his hair, and sighed, his mind still a jumble of confusion.
After about a minute or so of rest, Ben was about to get up, when something stopped him. A movement in the wooded hills across the pond. His ears swiveled towards the source as his eyes narrowed, almost as if he was planning to attack. Waiting, watching, as he saw another fox run down the hill. Still suspicious, he moved further into the shadows of the bolder, but then suddenly stopped when he saw who it was.
Rose, just like himself, loved runs through the mist. Ben instantly calmed, as he wondered if she had seen him. Part of him wanted to stay still and let things turn out as they happened, and the other part of him wanted to run towards her without thought. But despite their long friendship, that granule of doubt kept him at bay. Had he scared her?
As it turned out, she didn't see him, slowing to a walk at the edge of the pond as he had. Walking slowly around the circumference, Ben stayed frozen, still as a statue, not knowing what to do. He stayed like that as she walked all the way around to the other side, fingers laced above her head, breathing deeply. The light rain had made her runners outfit cling to her already wet fur, showing off every detail of her amazing body.
Again, Ben couldn't look away, taking in the sight of her walking towards him, her pert nipples clearly visible through her thin shirt. The way she walked, thin figure slicing through the rain, eyes closed as she breathed deeply after the run.
Finally, Ben couldn't take it any more.
"R-Rose?" he said softly, the words barely escaping his lips. She opened her eyes and abruptly, they locked eyes. It felt so familiar to Ben, back to when he had seen her in the shower, except this time, he wondered if she even wanted him around. They stared at each other for so long, it seemed to transcend simple surprise, and move into a passion, a longing. It was in that moment that all doubts of Bens vanished like smoke in the wind, as he saw the Rose that he knew and loved.
Abruptly, both of them raced towards each other so fast it looked synchronized. Ben could only remember when they met, as they grasped each other tightly, feeling the form of their bodies moving against the other. He held her against him, and she to him, feeling their middles meet and their emotions flush. Ben felt almost on the verge of crying with relief that his thoughts of doubt were no longer there, and instead ones of truthfulness and warmth.
"I've missed you so much," Rose whispered, choking back tears.
"Me too," Ben said, breathing deeply in her heavenly scent.
"Every day," she breathed. "Every day I tried to get away...to be alone so I could tell you it was all clear."
"What was the problem?"
"They were angry at each other. I don't know why, but every sound in the house sent them into rages. I was scared to breathe."
They fell silent, as Ben felt her genuine regret at the events that kept her away. He kept his eyes closed in the moment, his mind clear of all thoughts except for the moment in front of him. After a minute, though, they broke apart slightly and stared into each other's eyes, seeing what the other saw, thinking thoughts both of them shared.
Wordlessly, Ben suddenly leaned in, and softly kissed her on the lips, withdrawing slowly and passionately. At first, Rose felt surprised, but that only lasted a second as she melted under his touch, treasuring every second it lasted.
He pulled away, but she kept her eyes closed almost as if unaware it had ended.
"Do you keep your window locked?" she whispered.
Ben shook his head, a smile playing onto his face.
"Not tonight I won't," he said as they hugged once again. "Why? Did you have something-"
His sentence was abruptly cut short as she pushed her hips forward against his already firm member. He gasped, as he felt her tense in his arms as well, both of them surprised by the feelings. It didn't help that her shorts were wet, and the fabric clung to her aroused folds as she pressed in against him.
"I can't get you off my mind," she said. "I need to know."
"I can't stop thinking about that night either," he admitted. "Do you really think..."
"No," she said. "I don't know if this is the way it's supposed to work, but it makes sense."
Ben nodded, closing his eyes again.
"This does make sense," he said, as she shifted about, her warm lips sliding over his member through four thin layers of fabric. She started moving more, as both of them were consumed by feeling, gyrating their hips against each other as they stood, held in the rain. With a warm feeling glowing in his chest, Ben felt his fully extended member throb as Rose gasped and pushed herself harder against him. Her firm nipples sliding over his chest, underdeveloped breasts so perfectly sculpted as they moved against him. Both felt a tingling feeling growing in their groins, slowly spreading to the rest of their bodies, almost as if they were-
"Wait!" Ben cried out and they suddenly broke apart completely for the first time in a while.
"You're right," Rose gasped. "We can't do this here."
Both of them nodded, although felt deeply disappointed they could not continue.
"Tonight?" Ben asked.
"Tonight," Rose said, nodding.
They both stood there for a second longer, before Ben walked forward, kissed her gently, and then ran off into the woods. Rose stood there, breathless and flushed, before she too ran off. Until tonight...
The gentle rain had intensified over the course of the day, and by the time it reached evening, it was a steady pour. Occasionally, Ben saw flashes of lightning off in the distance, and smiled. He loved storms. After getting back from his run, he had laid in his room, reading a book, and intermittently letting his thoughts wander off to Rose.
By the time that it was dark out and the lightning had grown brighter, his willy was already semi-hard from his thoughts. Closing the book, he ran a hand through his hair, blinking a few times as he adjusted his eyes. Standing up, he looked to the clock on the wall and saw that it was already 9:17. Wondering where Rose was, he looked out his window and squinted through the gloom to see that her light was on, but the shade and the lamp were still there.
Biting his lip, he wondered if something had happened that he didn't know about. Something that prevented her from coming. He turned away and paced up and down the unlit hallway as he listened to the sounds of his parents working in their office downstairs. Contrary to Rose's parents, they wouldn't be swayed from their work if an elephant had dropped into the kitchen. Wringing his tail in his hands, he tried to calm his thoughts, as a huge flash of lightning illuminated the whole house, white light streaming in through the windows. He gave a little jump from that one, although reveled in the crash of thunder shaking the foundation beneath him.
Normal thoughts not persuasive enough, he walked back into his dark room and looked back out his window through the rain. His eyes widened. Her light was off, and through the rain, he couldn't see whether she had moved the lamp and the shade. Squinting through the night, his vision was suddenly blocked as his window opened and a large and very damp...thing, fell down on top of him.
He screamed although felt a hand clap over his mouth, stifling all noise.
"Shhhhhhh!" Rose hissed as Ben realized who it was.
"Rose?" he asked, noticing for the first time that she was on top of him, straddling his waist.
"I didn't think it was safe to come until later," she whispered, leaning in close to him.
"The wait almost killed me," Ben said jokingly, but they both knew what he meant. With one simple movement, Ben leaned up and kissed her. With almost no hesitation, she returned the gesture, reveling in the feeling of their lips meeting. Smoothly, Ben ran his hands up her sides and around to her back, as they rolled over, each of them lost in pools of emotions, feeling the soft, velvety caresses of pleasure running through them.
Time slipped away from them, as the clocks slumped in their corners and the lights dimmed for them. Rose could feel his stiff willy growing firmer and firmer, sliding up between them as they kissed. Rose, in turn felt her crotch start to grow wet, as her arousal reached a scale where she didn't know what was happening to her, only that she couldn't get enough of it, had to get more and only Ben could provide for her. The scary thing was that she didn't know what she wanted, as none of them had ever experienced anything close to the feelings they were sharing.
Suddenly a huge crash of thunder exploded deep in the heart of the storm, shockwaves of sound hitting the house and making it shake. With a small yelp of fear, Rose suddenly clenched onto Ben even more.
"Don't like storms?" he asked gently.
"No, but that was an exception," she said. "I actually love them."
Ben smiled broadly at her, although a second later it vainished.
"Someone's coming," he whispered, his eyes wide and scared, as the sound of footsteps up the stairs snaked towards them.
"What do we-"
"Quick," Ben hissed as they both hurled themselves to the small space next to the door hinge.
"Ben!" came a voice, sharp and quick, like a command. Rose could feel Ben quivering next to her as they sat there, barely a foot from the intruder. She tried to imagine what her parents would do if they found out that Ben had snuck over to her house, although couldn't contemplate it.
The door opened and a shaft of fluorescent light sliced through the darkness.
"Ben?" the voice asked again, peering around the room, although failing to look on the other side of the door. Eventually, the door closed and once again their only light came from the sheen of lightning on the churning dark sky.
"We can't stay here," Rose whispered once the footsteps had faded. Ben nodded, still a little shaken from the experience.
"Follow me," he said and opened the door. Creeping out into the hallway, Ben led her down the hall to the very end, where a solid oak door stood.
"Well call it the Attic," he said. "But it's better than that." Opening the door, a short flight of stairs greeted them, as they headed up, closing the door behind them.
Emerging into the room, Rose quickly saw that it hardly counted as a room. It was almost like a big carpeted floor in the middle of a mass of rafters. Stacks of old books were everywhere, creating a small path that directed them towards the very back, where two windows stood. Since there wasn't any insulation to come between them and the roof, the sound of the rain reached them almost unaltered, the symphony of splashes blending together into a constant and soothing hiss.
"This is where I can go to escape," Ben said softly, almost afraid she would hate it. "Where I don't have to listen to anyone." There had been a small space cleared at the end of the path of books, big enough for someone to lay down in comfortably, something which Ben had done extensively.
"This is amazing," Rose whispered, as faint light filtered down through the two windows.
Ben smiled at her, so pleased she was happy. She turned to face him, and for a second, they just stood there, alone in the small circle, the sound of the rain all around them. There was a flash of lightning far away, as silent as the night, as they slowly felt themselves coming together. Then the huge crash of thunder hit, and they were one.
Kissing each other madly, Ben ran his hands up and down her back, almost daring himself to believe that it was true. Her lips, pressed against his own, soft and smooth, as her tongue darted just out of reach.
He felt her hands move down his back, and suddenly his shirt was away, flung without care as hers was removed as well. He looked down at her bare chest, and moved his hands up to massage the two soft mounds, teasing her hard nipples. With a moan, she gasped at the sensation, eyes lustful with desire. Ben could hardly stand the sensations either, as he almost dared himself to believe it wasn't true. Yet here he was, holding and caressing the one person he wanted more than anyone.
Ben felt hands move up and down his body, slide over his chest and tug off the running shorts as they met again with a kiss. Carelessly, the shorts were flung away as Ben slid off her own, and they both melted under each other's touch, sliding to lay on the soft floor. Breathing heavily from all that had happened, Ben felt her lips against his again, as they held and groped each other without care. Lightning flashed down from above them as thunder rumbled through their bodies and the world fell away like snowflakes in a storm.
For the second time that day, Ben felt their hips come together to touch, still separated by two layers of fabric. With a gasp, Ben felt her already moist lips against his hard member, as shivers of electricity raced up his spine. Rose shivered as well, feeling her warm petals part a bit as she felt Ben's length press in against her.
Moaning and breathless, she hooked her thumbs around the waistband of her panties, and slowly, almost torturously slowly, started to bring them down. Ben's eyes widened with wonder as his gaze moved down to rest upon her crotch, as she took off her last remaining bit of clothing.
With a rush of pheromones, her slit was exposed to him, already moist and ready. She gave a gasp as the air hit them, but quickly got over that and finished removing her panties until she lay there, naked and waiting, wanting something she had yet to discover.
Ben could hardly stand it as he finally discarded his underwear as well, and for the second time, they laid together, unclothed and lustful. Without a word, Ben began to caress her body, running his hands up and down her sides, cupping her breasts and rubbing her belly. She breathed deeply as he worked, although soon began to desire his touch where she could feel him most.
"Please-" she gasped, although got no further, as she grabbed his hand and placed it upon her warm slit. Shocks of pleasure washed through both of them as Ben's hand touched and rubbed against her warm folds, Roses legs clenching once again as Ben's hand was driven deeper into her. This time, however, he knew what to do. Adjusting his hand, he felt her hot tunnel grip his fingers and pull them deeper.
With wide eyes, Ben watched his fingers slide up inside of Rose, as her eyes fluttered in pleasure. He probed and felt, touching and working his fingers around to try and please her as much as he could. It was the least he could do for her out of all that she had done for him. Almost by accident, he brushed up against something deep inside of her and like a shock of electricity her eyes shot open and she gave a cry of pleasure.
"Shhhhh," Ben whispered, as a flash of lightning illuminated her trembling form.
"I-I'm sorry," she gasped. "But I f-felt something."
"I did too," Ben said, as he noticed his fingers were still inside of her. He withdrew them, feeling the slick, natural lubricant on his fingers. Wordlessly, Ben looked down at his stiff, throbbing willy, and then at the slick lubricant on his fingers. Rose looked as well, and at that moment, both of them realized for certain what was to happen.
They didn't say anything, as their bodies radiated heat into the air and the sound of a million raindrops cascaded around them. But they hardly heard that, and only saw each other eyes locked in an eternal bond. Sound seemed to drift away as they stared into each others souls, and even the thunder did not reach them, only rumbled through their bodies like fire.
"I think I know what's supposed to happen," Rose whispered, her soft voice the only sound Ben could hear.
"What is it?" Ben breathed, feeling the vibration of silent thunder run through him. Rose took a deep breath, trying to gather herself enough to confess to Ben her secret wanting.
"I-I think that y-you're supposed to put your...your willy up i-inside of me," she said shakily as both of them felt the effect of the naughty words rush through them. She looked down, her gaze sweeping over Ben's stiff willy resting gently against her stomach.
Flashes of the night three days ago returned to them as they both slowly shifted positions once again. Slowly, ever so slowly, the two of them brought their bodies closer and closer together, until finally, at last, the tip of Ben's willy touched Rose's warm slit.
They both gasped in feeling, as if ever nerve for pleasure in their groins were firing, sending pulses of electricity up their spine.
Rose began to breathe more heavily as Ben realized that something was coming over them. Something rash, something bold, something that none of them had ever experienced before. It was the notion of lust, the ideas of love and the passion of infatuation gripping them simultaneously in the deepest reaches of their hearts and minds.
With one last look into each others eyes, both of them met in a kiss as they pressed their hips together.
With a soft, slick sound, Ben's willy slid up into Rose's wet tunnel, as both of them let out cries of pleasure. Never before had Ben felt pleasure like this, warm, hot flesh gripping his member as he passionately kissed her. Rose shared the same feelings as she felt Ben's willy slide up inside her, as she realized what had actually happened.
*Ben's willy is inside of me. Inside of my body right now.*
So many emotions flooded through her as they lay there, consumed by feelings and thoughts, unable to speak, unable to think, and without a care in the world. Almost on instinct, Ben slowly began to draw out of her, and for a split second, Rose thought he was going to pull out completely. But then he pressed back in again as pleasure flooded through them once again.
Again, Ben thrust back inside of her, her slit spread open for his length to slide into. It was so hot, so tight, and the sheer thought of what he was doing almost made him pass out. He felt her soft breasts slide over his chest, her nipples pert and firm from arousal.
With a moan, the two of them rolled over, lost in feeling as Ben took the role of being on top. Pushing his length in and out of her warm slit, he moaned and gasped as her slick passage massaged and clenched around his hard member as they both felt a sensation building within them.
The storm raged around them without limits as Ben's smooth member pistoned in and out of Rose, unknown pleasures waiting for them at the end. Both could feel it building and building, like fire in their souls as Ben increased his pace. Rose moaned and whimpered under him as she draped her arms across his back and hugged him close, wanting to feel his chest rub against her breasts.
"Please," she gasped. "Whatever you do...don't stop."
And then suddenly, they were beyond the point of no return and it was too late to turn back.
Simultaneously, Ben felt himself increase his pace, just as Rose felt her body clench and ripple around his member even more then ever. With each time he pressed into her soft, velvety folds, the sensation grew and grew, going from a mild tingle to a full fledged electrical storm of pleasure radiating through him. Rose felt it as well, as Ben gave one last determined thrust and then both of them climaxed at the same time.
Thunder and lightning crashed around them as they cried out in pleasure, both experiencing their first orgasm. Without warning, Ben's willy swelled up inside of Rose and suddenly he felt something shoot out of the tip, as his balls suddenly clenched up close to his body. With an explosion of pleasure, Rose felt the spurt of warmth deep inside of her, as Ben's member throbbed and pulsated, her tunnel clenching down milking it for all it was worth.
Without the orgasm ever letting up, Ben pumped his seed deep into Rose, groaning and grunting with every pulse of his willy. They rolled over on each other, holding each other close as they shared the most intense feelings that either of them would ever come to experience in their lives.
Slowly, they faded into the afterglow, although their feelings still remained as they still held each other close, Ben still firmly parting her slit open. Finally, after what seemed like hours, they leaned away from each other just enough to stare into each others eyes. No words were shared, as it seemed like they could tell exactly what the other was thinking.
Ben leaned forward and kissed her again, as she kissed him back, and felt his now soft member slide out of her sensitive slit. She gave a shudder as Ben pulled away and they simply laid next to each other, breathing deeply, exhausted by the experience.
"I never thought I would ever be this happy in my life," Ben said softly, his eyes sparkling. "But here you are. And I couldn't ask for anything more."
Rose looked back, and saw the genuine warmth in his words as they hugged close once again. The storm swayed and danced outside, as the sound of the rain echoed in their minds. Lightning darted through the dark clouds, leaving only an echo of thunder behind and winds raced after it. This time, the perils of curiosity had only brought them what they needed most. A soft voice of compassion amongst screams of hate. And though none of them were speaking, both of them were telling the other that they were there, and that nothing could take that from them.