Damn Lesbos.
This story has no reason. I just started writing and I figured I would write a naughty three-way story of two ex-girlfriends and the current husband of one, but once I started writing it took a different turn and I didn't force it to change. I think it ended up with an interesting style...and storyline. I don't know why it ended how it did, but I would love feedback nonethless on the style I used and stuff...
Sometimes I give people things who comment. Just so ya know. Comments make me happy.
-Click- went her heels on the cool pavement stretched out before her , her runway this morning. With a little rumbling murr of delight from deep in her throat the vulpine's hips swayed forward, another step, down the runway.
Behind her, a thick plume of red swayed up off the street, keeping the lush tail free of the dust of the road while giving those behind her a view of a tight buttocks, highlighted expertly by a tight fitting skirt that hugged from hips down to mid-thigh where it ended with a slight flare. Those in front, however, saw the gentle bounce of her breasts as quick steps displaced the heavy orbs- the tops covered in snow-white fur that peeked from the deep V of the white top she wore. A lining of ruffles highlighting the cut in her top. On either side, Capucine flashed fleeting, flirtatious grins to males and females alike with her small, pearly fangs glinting at them in the sun like a wink.
"Je regrette, boys!" She called over one shoulder as she passed by the fish market, the windows lined with the various workers- otters and females alike. "I've got places to be this morning!" Her hips jumped to the sides playfully with her steps and the workers- up to their arm pits in the smell of seafood- watched her leave with pouts.
Continuing on, her chin tipped up gently and gazed over the rising sun. The warmth caressing down her slender neck and sweeping down over her chest, tickling the rusty furs. Far off, the tip of the Eiffel Tower announced itself among the other buildings visible around. "Mmm Paree is such a place..." The girl purred to herself, enjoying the lilt in her tones from years in the 'foreign' place. Her eyes soon landing upon the familiar doors of the hotel she had seen hours before in a thumbnail sized photo with the caption- "Come meet my hubby!" and nothing else. After scouring her knowledge of the city for an hour and then dressing, Capucine had rushed her way here- foregoing a car to avoid parking.
A wink at the desk manager, a dip forward "Oopsies! Silly me! Did my boob totally just fall into your hand?" and the elevator was rising up towards the eighth floor, leaving the alligator headed to floor three grumble at his luck.
"Thank you, dearie!" She crooned, skipping out of the metal doors and down towards the last room, the same place she had stayed long ago, before a man named Paul swept her friend off her paws and the two girls stopped visiting the hotel together- except for now!
Quick knocks- rat, tat, tat on the wooden door. "Coming!" Came a call. Capucine waited a moment, expecting to hear footsteps rushing to the door, the latch unclicking, the creak of it opening. Instead, she heard a creak first followed by a thud. A footstep? No there was the creak again. "Ahh! Fuck! I'm Coming!" Another shout, a squeal. A flurry of creaks intermixed with rapid foul language.
Oh.
Capucine paused a moment, knocked again, louder this time. "Hellloooo? Dearie?" She called, pressing her cheek to the door in the hopes her voice would sneak through the gap between door and frame.
"Ah! The door- I'll get i- Oh! That's me---Oh!" Giggles snuck out from under the door. "No! I have to get the door! Stop it!" Another giggle. Capucine swore she heard an audible squelch. A moan, soft and feminine- familiar.
Then there was footsteps, fast and irregular. The latch clinked a few too many times, sloppily. Then the door creaked open, revealing the fur within. A crumpled pile of blonde and golden. Then a glint of white fangs- a smile. Two floppy, brown ears perked up and a pair of striking emerald eyes swiveled up and found hers. Capucine grinned, there was her girl.
"It's been so long!" The canine leapt forward. Arms encircled the vulpine's torso tightly and a slender muzzle buried into the V of her shirt. Soft, warm breathing tickled her fur at the base of her throat. "I missed you! How has France been treating you?" The voice was muffled. Capucine grinned a little and peeked down, saw a wildly wagging tail. A splotch of white. A bare rump.
A bare rump...then a wetness pushed into her own bare thigh. A sticky, messy wetness. "Oh...right!" The canine jumped back and grinned sheepishly. Her bare breasts jiggling from all the movement as the fox then gazed down at her nude friend- standing taller in heels than the pooch.
"Where's the man?"
A disgruntled noise came from the bed section of the room. The door was tugged shut before a yellow blur of fur tugged Capucine into the bedroom. A human sprawled out on the bed- though a feline pair of ears flicked on his head and whiskers stuck out from his cheeks. His crotch was covered in a sheet. The white of the fabric covered in splotched and varied levels of drying juices.
"This is Paul!"
A sheepish grin looked up at her. A sparkling adoration for the canine who had once again pounced onto the clothed crotch of her lover. A moan was muffled into the canine's plush ear. A naked rump squirmed against the stained fabric, danced there- playfully and without music.
Capucine let her eyes drift closed slowly, for just a moment, while her mind drifted away...
"Come on! No one is going to see us!"
"No one will see us?! Are you kidding!? We are on the Eiffel Tower! There's like a million people here!"
"I don't care..." That same rump. The same crotch that pressed to the sheets pushed into her hand, grinded into the curve of her fingers. A whimper slipped into her ear like a secret. The silk of the other female's dress danced at her wrist as the hand dipped further, applying pressure to the grinding. Another whimper, a whine, a soft moan.
Lips pressed to her neck. Soft and muffled the girl crooned, she couldn't understand it. "Hmm..?"
More nuzzling, a kiss, lips danced against her ear and the tip of the bubblegum pink tongue flicked inside and tickled. "I love you, you lesbo."
A laugh. Glee. A drop of wetness hit her finger. A drop of wetness hit her head. Cum. Rain. A squeal went off in her ear- that stung. Lips danced over her cheeks. Around the pair, people either ignored, or smile, or grimaced. "Damn lesbos."
"I love you, you lesbo." Lips touched hers. Pushed into hers. A railing bumped into her back. Raindrops fell on her head, her ears, her lips. Her lips. Both lips. Whose lips?
"Capucine? Helllloooo?" Two pairs of eyes stared at her- glittering emerald and deep brown.
"Right, sorry. I'm spacey." Their clothes were back on. A simple dress with no bra. A pair of pants with no shirt. One sox dangled on the lampshade. The room smelled like sex. God...sex smelled good.
"Stop for a minute.."
"Mmph...you want me to stop? You just told me not to stop!" A tail danced at her fingers, tickled her wrist.
"No, just for a second." Lips touched her muzzle, grazed it, didn't kiss her. "Breath in."
Tangy, sexy, warm and inviting. The smell tickled her nose and then enticed a deep breath. The scent was intoxicating once she noticed it. Her nose curled with delight. Moments later, it buried into something else warm and inviting. A tail danced at her neck, tickled her cheek.
"Seriously? Cappy? Are you okay?" Now those eyes look concerned. Strong, human hands held her waist, curled into the soft flesh like Capucine knew she loved, massaged her there.
"Yeah...I just remembered that I left the oven on. Can I get a rain check?"
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Capucine stumbled out of the hotel, didn't wink at the desk manager, didn't smile at the elevator man. Her heels clicked hard on the concrete. The sun burned her eyes. The distant Eiffel Tower made her wince visibly.
"God. That was stupid." She grumbled. One hand clutched at her side and she steadied herself, lifted her chin. Eyes moved off of the memories and out across the street, but it was already too late. Her mind was already spinning, giving her another flash of happiness...
"Cappy? Come on~!" A paw tugged on hers, guided her forward. Eyes glanced back over a shoulder, a bare shoulder. The soft, golden fur glittering in the early morning light.
"Where are we going?"
"Breakfast! Croissants and chocolate!"
A tail smashed into the side of her leg over and over, but wasn't annoying. It was a reminder. 'You're making her happy..' a voice whispered into her brain. 'See that smile. That's from you.'
Her own lips curled into a smile. Her eyes stared down at the smaller female and just watched in awe as the golden pup danced her way through the people on the sidewalk, all along pulling her lover behind like a beloved teddy bear. Her gaze dropped, studied the canine, eyed the familiar sweatshirt covering most of the girl's torso. The red bright against gold fur. 'That's mine.' She thought proudly looking at the canine wearing her sweater, but she didn't know if she meant the sweatshirt.
"God! Why did I think that would be fun!" She scolded herself. People looked at her, stared. Damn, crazy lesbo.
"Girls suck." She grumbled. A badger glared at her for denouncing her own gender. Her ears laid back flat and she hissed. She was losing her mind. Damn women.
A hand brushed her side. She jumped about a mile. A blank face met her eyes. Soft, warm blue hues that were surrounded by dusty black. "Hey. I get that... Come with me" A small paw found her own and gently tugged, that felt familiar. Soon the sounds of a busy cafe washed around and other conversations battled the voices in her head.
'Did you see the smile back there? In the hotel? You didn't do that. Didja see the stains on the bed? Hear her moans? That wasn't you. Did you notice the necklace around her neck? That isn't yours. The band on her finger? Not yours. Where's the sweatshirt? Whose is it now?'
A hot mug slid into her hands, spicy scents of chai tea caressed her sense of smell. A chair was somehow against her butt and back. She was sitting down across from the raccoon.
"So, what happened?" The stranger prodded. A mug of his own in his hands. His eyes gleamed at her, blue like the sky.
"I..uh.." For a moment she thought about blowing it off...brushing it aside and suffering alone, but his head tilted to the side- interest and concern- and she felt her mouth saying different words...
"Its a long story.."
"I've got time."
So, she started the story.
"Once we get out of high school. We'll travel. We'll get a place. With a bed..." She cut her off, did anything else matter? They spent all their time in bed- sharing energy drinks, cookies, and fingers. A smear of lipgloss was in the other furs muzzle fur- Capucine knew what it tasted like. Lemon, it was hers.
So they did. Travel. They went a mile from home and slept in a tent with an old modern-minded elderly couple that welcomed kisses at the dinner table and sent them on their way with LGBT t-shirts stuffed into their knapsacks like extra socks. Then they went farther and crashed with a band. They sang badly and too often and started to fall in love with everything about each other.
Well, one half of them did.
A year passed. A plane moved them across the ocean. They crashed outside Paris with a crazy, retired monk who wore a bedsheet like a toga and blessed them each morning by rubbing tooth paste into their foreheads. They visited Paris, wandered the city and kissed whenever it rained. Hugged when the sun was out. Danced in thunderstorms. Shouted I-Love-Yous with the lightning so it would be heard. One fell in love with the city of romance. The other fell in love with the first.
Another few months, Christmas came. They went home together, introduced each other with the g-word, but kept it G-rated at home. They only hugged before bed and slept seperate. The bed was lonely without the other and like teenagers again snuck into each others arms when the parents had gone off to bed. For christmas, one forgot to get a present. The other tracked down a book long-loved and covered the inside flap with kisses in different colors- "Don't forget about me while you're in your book." A kiss marked each chapter page. The vandalism didn't negate the value. A kiss was shared under the christmas glow that night.
New year's came. They kissed with sparkling spit. They kissed with hats on. They kissed with confetti in their noses. They showered together. Slept together. Woke together the next morning- when daylight showed their love in plain sight.
Plain sight was too hard. One ran away. The other wandered home to never knock. She found a flight, moved to Paris- fell into the arms of fishy smelling otters and felines that purred for her. But their tails didn't wag. They didn't bark good morning and lick her face.
Dog was man's best friend. Not a damn lesbo's.