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Elizabeth pushed her way through the crush of the party. It was the day before New Years Eve, the party at Dorm 7 had already started and would go on until the ball dropped. Dorm 7 took their parties seriously, especially when staff was reduced for the holidays. They were infamous throughout the region, in fact. Students came from all around to take part.

Elizabeth wasn't really there for the party. As much as she liked a good party, and having partaken in last year's event she knew how good a party it was, she had other business. His name was Jonah, he lived in the dorm on the third floor, and he had as much chance of being at a party as fleas have to build skyscrapers.

So she pushed her way through. To say that she pushed through is really to give the wrong impression. When people saw her coming through, they got out of her way and people saw her coming. She was a bison, six feet tall and heavy. She took up a doorway when she stood in it. That alone marked her as a "good breeder" which meant she could have any man she wanted, or woman for that matter. If that wasn't enough, though, she had a figure that turned every head. Zaftig was probably the word. She stuck out in all the right places in all the right ways. A pretty face put her over the edge and she was, without a doubt, one of the most eligible bachelors of Steam Ridge University.

The offers to party came in thick and heavy from every side, but she politely and cheerfully declined them all. Finally she reached the stairs. The dorm had an elevator, but experience told her that it would be useless to try to ride it. It was always occupied by at least one couple who thought it was be a huge thrill to get busy while defying gravity. There was actually a subtle line of people waiting their turn.

The stairs weren't entirely empty. What went for the elevator went double for the stairs, as the stairs had the added fun of uneven levels. Elizabeth squeezed past a trio on the second landing. The male at the top of the line made eye contact as he was getting a blow job. He grinned at Elizabeth as she went by and waggled his tongue at her. She shook her head and continued on her way. Silly boy. By the look of things he had his hands full and she was a handful all by herself.

She reached Jonah's landing. On the other side of the door, it was blessedly quiet, only the lightest buzz from below made it's way up. She checked the nearby room numbers to orient herself and started off for Jonah's room. It wasn't hard to find, she was familiar enough with dorms, even though she didn't live in one herself. She was actually a local and lived with her parents still.

As she reached his room, she found her heart was pounding and her knees felt weak. Her resolve, though, stayed strong. She had made up her mind that she was doing this and she was not going to back down, no matter what might happen once she was on the other side of that door. Her hand went up, her fist hovered an inch away from the door, but she didn't knock. Instead, she smoothed her clothes down, straightened her hems, and brushed the long hair on her head away from her face. Now that she was as certain of her appearance as she could be without a mirror, she raised her hand again, but again, she couldn't knock.

Jonah was different from other boys, like no one she had ever met, really. He was prickly as hell, standoffish and even rude, but ever since their first project, which had involved caring for some lab mice, she had seen a side of him that she doubted anyone had ever seen. He handled those mice so gently, he even cooed at them when he thought no one was looking, but she saw.

He barely spoke to her, rarely anything more than was necessary for their class work and he was very careful not to touch her, but sometimes his arm brushed against hers as they worked side by side and a thrill, preposterous and fey, would shoot through her body. A few times she had engineered occasions for them to interact further, but somehow he always managed to dodge them. He refused to meet her in a public place, refused to be in a public place period beyond what was necessary for school, and his room and her home were just as off limits. They only ever saw each other in class.

She had spent the entire semester dropping hints as carefully as she could. He hadn't responded to any of them and she was getting sick of it. It wasn't vanity. At least, she hoped it wasn't vanity. She didn't want to be one of those girls who thought they deserved the world just because they were pretty. It was the feeling of her life being suspended. Jonah had pressed a button inside her and it refused to be unpressed. She needed to know straight out that the message had been received and rejected. No matter how many times she tried to tell herself he was simply uninterested, there was another part of her that insisted that he was just so shy and insular that he didn't even realize what she was doing.

She had waited too long as it was. A whole semester had gone by and even though she knew both of them were continuing on the biology track, she didn't know if they would get class together and even then, the odds of them being lab partners again were fairly slim. Which is why she was standing outside his dorm room while the biggest party of the year raged on below.

Damn it Elizabeth, knock. The worse thing that could happen is he could say no and he's been saying no by default the entire time you've known him. Knock.

She knocked.

Silence. She counted to twenty and knocked again. She heard his voice through the door.

"The party's downstairs," he said. He sounded irritated, but he usually sounded irritated.

"Jonah? It's me, Elizabeth, can I come in?"

Silence. She tried the handle, it was unlocked.

"Jonah, I'm opening the door." She didn't wait for a response.

The first thing she noticed was the smell. Unfortunately, it didn't smell very much of him. His roommate was apparently not a stickler for hygiene, his musk blasted her in the face.

She stepped inside and looked around, avoiding Jonah for just a moment. The first part of what she loosely thought of as a plan was complete, she was in his room. The hesitance that had stopped her from knocking was even stronger now that she was confronting him.

His room looked like every other dorm room she had ever seen. Two very sharply delineated spaces that somehow managed to be look identical despite their inhabitants best efforts. Other than the dirty laundry strewn across the bed and discarded school things that cluttered Jonah's roomie's side. In stark contrast, Jonah's was almost military neat.

Jonah lay on the bed. Elizabeth's heart seemed to accelerate towards infarction. He was fully dressed except for his bare feet. A text book rested on his chest, a notebook with a pen and highlighter sat next to him. Was he studying already? She knew he was serious, but this seemed taking it too far. His curiously shaped fingers were spread across the book's cover, prepared to raise it up at any moment to dismiss his unwanted visitor.

Those fingers. Those hands. They were at the root of his seclusion, she knew. Jonah was a bat. It was one of the most unfortunate of all animals to take after. Historically, saving specific cultures who venerated them as messengers from the gods, they were the kind of infants left to die by exposure. The Chimera Virus could be so cruel.

His fingers were freakishly long, each bone at least twice as long as normal. A membrane connected them all forming pseudo wings, that extended as a fringe all the way to his elbows. She had researched it on her own, sensing it would upset him if she asked. Surgery was not an option, if the membrane were removed, his fingers would become completely useless. They were too closely copied from a bat's wings and had all the shortcuts nature had taken in a flying mammal's bones. They were fragile enough without stealing what protection the membrane gave, not to mention the fact that the muscle structure was adapted to the unique arrangement.

Those hands were part of what made her admire him so. According to the literature, most bats basically lived as cripples due to those hands, but not Jonah. He wasn't so foolish as to go out for the baseball team, but everything he could do, he did. He asked no help from anyone. She had seen it time and again, his concealed wince as he picked something up or when someone carelessly jostled him, the suppressed fear of another broken phalanx. Still, he soldiered on.

"What do you want, Elizabeth?" Jonah asked, impatient.

With some effort, Elizabeth found her tongue. Unfortunately, her brain came up blank when she prodded it for output, so when she spoke, she instantly regretted it.

"Are you really studying during the biggest party of the year?" she said.

I'm an idiot, she thought.

"Yes. I'm serious about my degree and unfortunately I wasn't gifted with a genius's brain. I've got to work if I want to get into Dr. Pine's graduate program. Is that what you came up here to ask me?"

"No. I was just kind of surprised to find you like this."

"You didn't really think I'd be downstairs, did you? I would have thought you perceptive enough to know that even if I did party, I wouldn't be at that orgy."

"Did I say I was surprised to find you in your room? Of course you're not at that party. With those many people around, you'd either kill yourself or everyone else."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

She hadn't meant to be harsh, but the contempt in his voice had stung. Whether he intended to or not, he had grouped her in with "those people" the ones he obviously considered a waste of carbon and knowing Jonah, he probably did intend it. The real question was whether he intended it because he wanted to get rid of her or if he actually despised her as a vapid party girl.

"That you hate being around people, Jonah, that's what it's supposed to mean. Even if I hadn't spent an entire semester at your lab table with you I'd be able to figure that out."

"So why are you surprised to find me here like this?" he asked, apparently chastened enough use a civil tone.

"You're studying."

"I'm in college." That civil tone hadn't lasted long.

"We're between semesters."

"I don't study to pass classes, Elizabeth, I study to learn. I have very difficult goals set for myself and since I haven't been blessed with a natural genius of the kind you see on TV that allows you to spout out shit you've never learned, I've got to work my ass off."

"There's more to life than studying," Elizabeth said. What possessed her to haul that cliché out of the closet?

"Yes, there's sickness and murder and rape and prejudice and confusion and loneliness and a million other things. Studying is good enough for me."

Elizabeth sighed. "Believe it or not, this is not the what I had planned when I came up here."

"Why did you come up here?" Jonah asked.

"I was going to ask you to come on a date with me."

Jonah sneered. "Ha ha ha, what, did you lose a bet or something?"

"After a year as lab partners you should know me better than that."

"I'm studying to become a virologist, not a psychologist," Jonah said and shrugged. "So, not a bet. Oh, I must be a project then. A charity case to show off to all your friends. To prove just how noble and sweet a woman you really are. Well, that's awful nice of you, but I have just a smidge more self-respect than that."

Elizabeth felt her face grow hot under her brown fur.

"Fuck you, Jonah. You don't know the first thing about self-respect. You have to love yourself before you can respect yourself and you hate everyone and yourself most of all. You want to talk about self-respect? Do you really think I would go out with someone to try to make myself look good? Fuck that. I'm worth so much more than that. I deserve to be with someone that I choose to be with for no other reason than that we want to be together. I deserve to have a man who loves me and a man that I love. I deserve to have a man who treats me like a genuine human being. I deserve to be happy and so do you. If you had any self-respect, you'd know that too.

"I came up here of my own free will. I exposed myself, stood out on a limb knowing that chances are, you'd reject me, but I did it anyway. I took a chance that you weren't the misanthropic asshole you try to pretend to be, but I guess you aren't willing to do the same thing. Well, go ahead, hide behind your books. I'm sure you and your degrees will be very happy together."

She felt tears in her eyes, heard them in her voice. She found the door handle behind her back by feel and opened the door.

"A simple no thank you would have been quite sufficient," she said with a burning look of scorn. Then she swept out and slammed the door behind herself.

Elizabeth marched back to the stairs. She almost knocked over a small fox with a tote bag, but she took no notice of him. The threesome on the stairs was gone, the only sound was her shoes on the steps as she charged down. It was a good thing, she might have trampled them. Tears threatened to fall, but she held them back. She wasn't going to waste a single tear over that asshole.

She burst out into the party where everyone seemed to be having a good time. Looking out at all those people happily debauching themselves on drink or whatever their pleasure, she was reminded of his scorn for them. Fuck him, she thought. She headed straight for the refreshments table.

A few people were standing around it, not manning it so much as guarding it from drunken clumsiness or malicious tampering. She asked one, "Which one'll get me drunk the fastest without getting me raped?"

He pointed her to a large punch bowl. A thin red color was suspended in it, but it looked more like a garnish than an ingredient. From the looks of it, it was pure grain alcohol with a drop of fruit punch for tradition's sake. Must be the traditional Dorm 7 Spiked Punch. She took a clean party cup from the stack, dipped it in without bothering with the ladle, and took a long deep drink.

It wasn't smooth, it wasn't tasty, but after her third gulp, she could already feel its effects. She made a face and coughed a bit before downing the rest of it. Then she refilled it and turned to find somebody to distract her. Even as she turned, a man was approaching her, a cougar, she thought, muscle bound and quite handsome in that hyper masculine way. Not exactly her type, but she didn't give a fuck about type right now.

"Ketchup?" he asked, the noise of the party obscured his words.

"Ketchup?" she asked back.

"Did that catch you up," he said, louder and more clearly. He also gestured at the cup in her hand to clarify.

"Oh," she said, "not really, but I wasn't really planning on doing it all at once. Vomit breath in not attractive."

"I bet you could somehow manage to make it attractive."

Ordinarily, a line like that probably would have made her laugh, but not tonight, not after Jonah. She forced a giggle anyway because she was determined to enjoy herself and this cougar seemed just the ticket to recover some of her usual good cheer.

"Well, aren't you a sweet talker," she said, "but I bet you say that to all the girls."

"I will in the future if I can manage to work it into conversation, but I can't imagine getting anywhere by opening with it. Hey, babe, you're so fine, I bet you could make vomit breath appealing."

That got a more genuine laugh from her, but only barely.

"Want to go somewhere slightly less deafening?" she asked.

"Sounds great, at least, I'm sure it would if I didn't have to read your lips."

They escaped to the fringes where it was more quiet. A few couples were prepping to pair off in privacy, their tongues working over time in each others' mouths. She wondered if this cougar was brave enough to actually put the moves on her. He seemed the alpha type, the muscles hinted towards that, but even alpha types could get scared off by her type of girl. She wondered if she'd actually welcome his advances.

They chatted a bit more, but the good start didn't last. There wasn't anything overtly wrong, her mood just wouldn't let her be. She kept thinking about Jonah despite herself. She had thought the obvious differences between him and this cougar - whose name she couldn't remember even though she'd just heard it - would have kept her mind off him, but it had the exact opposite effect. All she saw were the differences between them and after a few minutes, she had to throw in the towel.

"I'm sorry," she said, interrupting him mid word, "but I can't do this. I thought you would get my mind off of something and it's not working."

"What's wrong?" he asked, concerned.

"Some asshole probably thought he was being clever and said something he didn't really mean. He's probably really sorry about it too, if that mattered at all."

She had opened her mouth to speak, but it wasn't her voice that they heard. Jonah stood behind them, his hands behind his back like a scolded school boy. His posture spoke of his misery at being surrounded by so many people and, she hoped, his misery at making her unhappy.

"Jonah?" she said, "I didn't expect to find you down here among the Philistines."

"Well, when you screw up bad enough, you do whatever it takes to make it right," he said.

The cougar had enough situational awareness to realize when he was superfluous. Elizabeth barely noticed when he slipped away.

They stood facing each other for a short while before Elizabeth closed the distance between them. He looked up in her eyes, hope battling with misery. She waited for him to get the guts to speak again.

"I don't have anything to say in my defense," he said eventually, "other than that you being interested in me is simply too good to be true."

A drunken set of frat boys stumbled past, knocking Jonah into Elizabeth and off his feet. She caught him and held him in her arms for longer than was strictly necessary for him to regain his balance. He was shaking and she didn't think it was from getting knocked over. It was the whole thing: talking to her, the drunken crowd, his insecurity over his appearance. He was so far out of his comfort zone he was probably in a state of near panic.

"Come on," she said once he was truly righted, "let's get out of this orgy."

She held out her hand to him and after only a moment of hesitation he took it. His hand was very soft against her somewhat rougher pads. She applied as little pressure as possible and started through the crowd, using her bulk and her presence to make a path for them. His hand trembled slightly as they made their way, but once they were inside the stair well, the shaking stopped and his grip strengthened. They went upstairs, encountering no one on the way. She led, though their destination was his room. A bed groaned and creaked like a titan was fucking an elephant as they walked through the hall, but that was the only sign of life on the whole floor.

"This must be the part where I wake up," he said as she closed the door behind them.

"Why? What's this part?" she asked as innocently as she could manage while fluttering her eyelashes at him. He sat down on his bed and looked down at the floor.

"The part where I'm alone with a girl in my room and I manage to say something suave and clever that convinces her that I'm worth her time and then I wake up because that's the part where not even dream me believes what's happening."

"Your dream self is terribly cynical, isn't it?"

"I'm terribly cynical, if you hadn't noticed." He looked up as he spoke, with his head cocked to the side as if to disguise the direction of his gaze.

"Well, let me see if I can do something about that," she said, and then she pulled her shirt over her head. She saw his breath catch in his chest as he saw her bra. It wasn't a particularly sexy bra, a little lace was the only nod to decoration. The heavy chest it was straining to hold in place was more than enough.

"If this is a dream," he managed to get out, "I hope it's the kind where it seems like a really long time goes by."

She laughed as she reached behind her to unclasp her bra and release the pressure. Gravity took hold of her breasts, but they valiantly fought back. Elizabeth lifted each one and rubbed the indents from her bra out of her fur, slowly, giving Jonah a sexy show. Once she was done, she hefted them both at once and let them slide free under their own weight, dragging her nipples across her hands. They became harder and more pronounced.

"Were you just going to sit there and watch or..." she tickled her nipples with her fingertips as she spoke.

"I don't know. This is the first time I've been in the same room with bare breasts since I stopped breast feeding. I don't know what to do. What am I allowed to do?"

She laughed, "I thought you were a scientist. Why don't you try an experiment?" She sat next to him on the bed and leaned forward. "There must be something you've always wanted to do with a girl. Don't try to tell me you have no fantasies."

He leaned forward to meet her, she could smell his breath. It smelled nice, like nothing in particular, but nice. Slowly, hesitantly, he brought his face close to hers. No doubt, he could smell the alcohol on her breath now, she hoped it wouldn't bother him too much, given his opinions on the drug. Apparently it didn't. He finally managed to complete the motion and kiss her.

It was a nice kiss, especially for a first timer. She liked that he kept his lips together and didn't try to fit her head inside his mouth. It was a nice kiss and he kept his tongue to himself. It was such a nice kiss it made her think it was probably the way he kissed his mother, though she assumed not for this long. That would not do.

She cupped the back of his skull and tilted it back. His mouth unconsciously opened slightly and she pushed her tongue in. He opened his eyes in surprise, but didn't pull back. He closed them again and tentatively slid his tongue across hers. She felt his hands on her sides as he gently, as if afraid she would notice and disapprove, supported himself as their kiss grew deeper. They felt a little odd because of the membranes connecting his fingers. She wondered what they felt like on her breasts.

She took him by the wrists. He jerked his hands away from her sides as if burned, but she gently guided them up to cup her breasts. He tried to pull away from the kiss, but she trapped his lips with hers. Gently she squeezed his hands, showing him what she wanted. A moan escaped her throat as he followed instructions.

A man's hands on her had never felt this way. It wasn't just the physiological differences. Yes, his long, strangely flexible fingers gripped more of her than anyone ever had, yes, the membrane between them added a new dimension, but there was more to it than that. She couldn't put her finger on it exactly. Maybe it was the way she felt about him. Maybe, she hoped, it was the way he felt about her.

He began stroking her nipples with his thumbs while hefting her furry mammaries and pressing them together. She moaned in encouragement and put her hands on his thighs. He added his forefingers, pinching her gently, she had to break the kiss because it made her gasp in pleasure.

"You're a natural," she breathed, "oh, you do that just right." She managed to get one of her eyes open, his continued stimulation made her want to squeeze her eyes shut so she could concentrate on it fully. He had a hungry look in her eyes that she was sure she recognized.

"You can suck on them, if you want," she said, arching her back and hooking her elbows under her heaving breasts in offering. He didn't need to be told twice. He lowered his mouth to her left breast, his breath hot on her for just a second before his warm mouth took in her entire areola.

He suckled her as his tongue stroked across the tip of her nipple. His hand didn't neglect her other nipple and she found herself pressing his face deep into her flesh with both hands on the back of his head. Part of her hoped she wasn't cutting off his air, but it certainly wasn't the part that was in control right now.

"You must have been practicing on someone," she breathed once she adapted to the sensation of his somehow expert manipulations. "Nobody is this good their first time."

He made noises like he wanted to answer and she loosened her grip on his head, but instead of speaking, he shifted to the other side and returned to suckling. She started to coo at him. Then she heard the door open behind them. Jonah didn't seem to notice, his mouth and hand never stopped their ministrations, but Elizabeth had no desire to share their first time together with anyone.

With some regret, she pulled Jonah's face away from her chest and stood, making no attempt to hide herself. A man and a woman stood in the doorway. The man, a ferret or weasel, had a look of naked shock on his face. Elizabeth couldn't be sure if it was from her naked chest or the idea of Jonah having a girl in his room, but she guessed it was more the second than the first. The wolf with him noticed his daze and slapped him hard across the forearm.

"This is a private party, sorry," she said, and bustled them both back out into the hallway and firmly closed the door on their protests.

Jonah had slid the rest of the way on the bed and propped himself up in the corner. He looked distinctly embarrassed. She smiled at him and sashayed back to the bed. The exaggerated sway of her hips shifted her panties and she could feel how wet they were. She wasn't surprised.

"Trying to escape?" she said.

"That's going to be around campus before the party is over," he said.

She laughed, "I don't know that either of us are important enough to the social structure of the school for anyone to care. Besides, what do I care if people know about us?"

She grabbed him by the ankles and slid him towards the edge of the bed. He squeeked in surprise. She popped his shoes off, then grabbed the hems of his jeans and tugged.

"Time to examine the merchandise," she sang. His pants slid off his hips grudgingly, but they weren't so tight as to hurt when she yanked on them. He was wearing dark boxers with a large telltale darker spot over his bulge. It was a promising looking bulge.

"Mmm," she said. His embarrassed look deepened and his breathing quickened almost to the point of hyperventilation. "Calm down, babe," she said.

"Sorry, I can't help it. I've never done this before. I'm kind of scared of screwing it up somehow."

"Anything wrong with that?" she asked and pointed. He quickly shook his head.

"Then there's nothing to worry about. Would it help if I got naked first."

"It'd probably help if we turned off the light," he said. She had to laugh at that, even though she was afraid of making his embarrassment worse.

"Sorry, babe, that's not happening. I want to see it all."

She unfastened her pants and slid them down her legs, revealing her own dark spot, much larger than his. His eyes widened. She hooked her thumbs under the waist band

"Are you ready?" she asked. With a wiggle in her hips, she pulled her panties down, revealing to him her vulva. It was puffy with arousal, her neat lips swollen to near twice their normal size. He stared at it and she saw his erection twitch in his underwear.

"Like what you see?"

She climbed onto the bed and straddled his hips. He groaned as she ground against his bulge and she joined him as the soft fabric of his underwear rubbed against her clitoris. Leaning forward, she kissed him hard. He kissed back and their tongues danced again until shortness of breath pulled her back. She sat up and arched her back, thrusting out her chest as she continued her ride. His hands stayed stubbornly at his sides, apparently paralyzed despite her attempts to tempt him into touching her again.

"Jonah, honey, I need you to give me some kind of sign that you want this, because this is starting to feel more than a little rapey."

He started as if he was seeing her for the first time, blinking in confusion. His hands went to her hips, his fingers sinking into the flesh there and he pulled her back and forth across his covered penis.

"That's more like it," she said, "but is that all you want?"

"I want..." he said, but he couldn't go any further. He looked up at her helplessly.

"It's alright, baby," she said, "I want you inside me. I want to feel you filling me up. Stretch my pussy. Is that what you want?"

He moaned and nodded, still not daring to speak as if that might break a spell or end the dream. She climbed off of him and pulled his boxers down. His penis stood up against his belly, hard and leaking. It curved upwards slightly, like a fleshy rainbow. A pearl of precum stood on the exposed head. She leaned down and kissed it, then licked her lips clean.

"Mmm," she said. "I'm going to get better acquainted with that later, but first..."

She straddled him again, playfully swatting him across the face with her heavy breasts as she found his erection and rubbed it between her soppy labia to get it wet. Once it was lined up at her entrance, she captured his mouth in a kiss and filled herself with him all at once.

He groaned into her mouth as she ground against him. She broke the kiss so she could lift up her upper half to get better leverage. He seemed to fit inside her perfectly; the length, girth and curve all worked together to give her a feeling she'd never experienced. She ground their pelvises together for a few more moments, enjoying the sensation a little longer before switching to long rocks.

His penis being engulfed in her body seemed to be the signal to snap out of his near panic. He took her swaying breasts in his queer hands and drew one nipple to his mouth while massaging the other.

"That's right, babe," she said, "I love it when you play with my tits like that." She sped up her movements as an orgasm approached. It was quick for her, but after everything else, she wasn't surprised. To push herself over the edge, she slammed down on him over and over, grinding her clit hard against his pubis each time.

It hit her like a taser. Every muscle in her body tensed up. Her fingers clawed into the bedding, her back arched hard, almost tugging her nipple out of Jonah's mouth. The only parts of her that she had any control over were her hips, which she used to continue her grind until finally, the waves of pleasure subsided and she collapsed.

"If there was ever an argument for intelligent design, that was it," she said between gasps. "I'm not crushing you, am I?"

"No," he said. He nuzzled deeper into her breasts while he put his arms around her.

"You ready for your turn?" she asked after they cuddled for a few minutes. He was going soft inside her and she wasn't done with him yet. She dismounted; because of the size of the bed, she perched on the edge with one cheek hanging off entirely. One hand went to fiddle with Jonah's wilting erection and the other cupped his balls.

"This isn't going to do us much good," she said before she leaned forward and took him into her mouth. She could taste only herself at first, but soon enough she had cleaned him of the remains of her juices and she could taste him. He sprang to full attention in just a moment and more of his buttery tasting precum leaked onto her tongue. Now that he was fully erect, she slid onto her knees, planted both hands firmly on either side of him and started bobbing her head quickly.

He propped himself up on his elbows and watched his penis disappear into her mouth over and over again. She met his eyes, watching his face as she administered the best blow job she knew how. It was very gratifying. His face danced through half a dozen different expressions as she shifted through her moves, each one of them a sign she was doing it right.

His breath was coming much quicker now, the sounds coming from his constricted throat becoming more desperate. She spat out his erection into her hand and stroked it lightly. Her saliva wouldn't last long as a lubricant due to her dry hand.

"Did you want to finish off in my mouth or did you want to shoot that big load I can feel in your balls deep into my pussy?" she asked in her very best wanton voice.

He visibly gathered his courage, licking his lips and swallowing, before saying, "I'd like to try it with you on your back and me on top."

"That sounds positively lovely," she said, "I'll be able to see your face when you cum inside me."

She pushed herself to her feet and gave him room to get up so they could switch places. She climbed completely onto the bed and put her head on the pillow. He watched her with hungry eyes as she parted her legs, bending them at the knee. One of her knees had to rest against the wall, so she kept the other up to match. She gave him her very best bedroom eyes.

A last minute storm of doubt must have stopped him, because he stood there longer than he should have. She watched his mind work through its issues on his face. Apparently the doubts weren't quite winning, because his erection seemed just as hard and proud as it had been in her mouth. She decided he needed just the tiniest of nudges to finally get it through his thick shell that she really, really meant what she said.

She pressed her heavy breasts together. Then with one hand, she brought her nipple to her lips and began to suckle with a slightly theatrical moan, while the other abandoned her breast to let it fall against her arm, which held it upright. The free hand slid down her belly and over her pubis mons to find her wet labia. She used two fingers to split them open, displaying the pink flesh of her vagina. She ran her middle finger down the center, bottom to top, until she found her clitoris, which she began to stroke.

Her little show seemed to be just what he needed. He abandoned whatever it was that was holding him back and climbed between her legs. She held her legs behind her knees, abandoning both her breast and her clitoris. He leaned over her and looked deep into her eyes. She smiled up at him and parted her lips in invitation, the tip of her tongue showing between them. He took it, pressing his mouth to hers with a confidence he had not shown before. She put her legs around him, locking her ankles behind his legs. Her hands went to his back, holding him to her as they kissed.

He pulled away so that he could align himself with her opening. To her surprised delight, he found it on the first try. She felt the tip spread her lips and become lodged in the entrance. He hand came back up to support him and there was nothing between them but empty space. They looked deep into each others' eyes again before he thrust forward, burying himself inside her.

"You feel so good inside me," she said. He grinned and pulled out until just the head was still inside. "Oh no," she said, and used her feet, still locked behind him, to pull him back inside. After that, he took over, his rhythm fast and insistent. As they both drew nearer to their climaxes, he lowered his full weight onto her and wrapped his arms around her. Tighter and tighter they squeezed each other and his thrusts became deeper and stronger without sacrificing speed. He rubbed her in all the right spots, he seemed to instinctively know exactly what angle to thrust at to give her maximum pleasure. She mewled in his ear as she felt her orgasm approach and it turned into an out and out wail as it slammed into her.

His thrusts didn't slow, he was too close for that. As she squeezed him in the vice of her orgasm, he thrust to the hilt one last time, grinding against her as he shot his first spurt deep inside her body. They clung to each other as they shuddered and shook in their mutual orgasms.

They floated in the after glow. Their bodies relaxed, Elizabeth's legs relaxed, her ankles unhooked and fell to the bed. He buried his face in the crook of her shoulder. She lazily traced lines through the fur on his back. He softened inside her, she felt him retreat until only the head still remained to hold his semen inside her. She held perfectly still in hopes of keeping him inside her as long as she could, even if it was only the shrunken tip. It seemed he had cum a lot inside her, she couldn't remember another time she'd felt this full.

His breathing deepened and she realized he had fallen asleep. She laughed inside her head, how like a man. He had earned it, she supposed, after the night he'd had. She closed her eyes to join him, hoping as she did that when he awoke tomorrow, it would be as the confident lover he had fallen asleep as and not the isolated misanthrope he had woken up as yesterday.