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Chip is rapid enough in reaching to undo the clasp of her bra, and then that too is thrown aside - his paws are warm on her tits, warm and good as he feels their weight. And bless the big lug, he looks positively blissful just at holding them like this, playing over her nipples as he does so.

"Get those pants off, honey." Felicia says, regarding him amusedly, and then she pulls away, grabbing her handbag off the floor. "You got a bathroom?"

"Oh, yeah, if you need to pee - it's that door, on the right." God, he's cute.

"I'm gonna put a cap in, Chip, but thanks."

"Cap?" Cute, and stupid as Hell.

"Yeah, hon, a cap. Contraceptive diaphragm." He's staring at her. She's seen faces less blank on clothes store mannequins. "Okay, never mind - you can just watch once I've peed." She hands him her bag, amused, and disappears into the bathroom.

Sweet, sweet moronic Chip. What a great guy to pick out.

He's naked by the time she comes back, having washed her paws, and she regards him with amusement, sliding off her briefs. She holds out her paw for her bag back, but he's intently regarding her clit.

That's a good sign, she supposes.

"Chip. The bag."

"Oh, oh, right, uh-huh-" He gives it to her and she chuckles, pulling out two bottles and the case itself.

Felicia sits back on the bed, spreading her legs wide, and he regards her mutely, tongue lolling.

She undoes the case and removes its contents, holding it up for him to see. "Just this. I put spermicide in it. Kills the sperm: no pregnancy."

"Kills sperm?" His face has fallen. What is wrong with this kid?

"Well, yeah, honey, even if I was the having kids kind I wouldn't have them by a guy I'd picked up ten minutes earlier." She knew the man was a bit dim, but really? What, did he think she was just going to risk...?

"Yeah, but, I want to have kids some day!" Oh, no, even stupider than she'd assumed. Fair enough.

"Uh, Chip, it'll just kill the ones in my vagina. It's not gonna render you permanently infertile." He looks at Felicia skeptically, as if she's the one coming out with inane bullshit. Incredible.

"You sure?"

"I'm positive."

"Oh. Okay, then." He grins at her, fears averted. Easily comforted fellow, isn't he? She shows him the spread of the latex as she pours a little of the spermicide onto it, spreading it around the edge. Chip's absolutely rapt, the weirdo, but at least her impromptu sex ed lesson isn't going ignored.

She folds it and he regards her with fascination as she puts it inside herself, head tilted slightly to the side. And then she draws her paw back, giving a simple nod.

"And that's it."

"Huh."

"And, Chip?"

"Mmm?"

"All of that effort was for nothing if you don't come fuck me. Come here." He laughs a little, rubbing the back of his neck, but he does move forwards, and now she lets herself regard the cock between his legs, half hard, thick, but not so long. Perfect.

She grasps at it and begins to jerk him off, looking up at his face as she rhythmically jacks him with her paw, and he lets out a choked little sound, leaning into it. It's a nice weight in her grip, and she grins a little, leaning back and grasping at the second bottle. His eyes are half-lidded, but that changes when she drizzles some of the still-cold lube over him, and he whines.

That's hot. That's exactly what she needs to hear.

"Felicia, I need to- ugh, I wanna-"

"Save it for me, honey." She retorts, and she ignores his quiet growl of complaint when she pulls her paw back, grabbing him by the hip and swapping places with him, pushing him back on the bed. Felicia leans on his chest and lowers herself down, and she can't help but be the slightest bit satisfied at the quiet groan that comes out of his mouth.

She grins, amused, and drags her teeth over his neck, nipping and biting at his shoulders and his chest, and he arches under, all the while rolling his hips up. Chip McCoy is hot inside her, hot and thick and stretching her just the slightest bit more than she'd expected, and God, she can't wait to feel his knot on top of this.

It's all sensation, his paws on her hips, claws digging slightly into the flesh there, and he's warm and heavy, and then he surges upwards, biting hard at her neck as his paws cup her tits again, and she closes her eyes, enjoying it.

He's letting out breathy, slightly high little noises - he doesn't have sex that often, obviously, and she knows he's not going to last long, but that's alright. She can take advantage of that interest in her pussy he'd shown earlier.

"You gonna knot me, honey?" She asks, sliding her paws over his shoulders. "You gonna come? Fill me right up?" He mewls. How can a guy this made of muscle be so cute? She rolls her hips down, squeezing herself around him, and then he does start coming, beginning to swell inside her, but she pulls away slightly, ensuring he doesn't tie with her - a fuckton of come flooding her like that really does defeat the point of a cap if the latex is just going to be displaced - and the noise he makes is utterly pathetic as he sprays over himself and her thighs, his cock pulsing with it.

"Aw, poor boy." She murmurs, and then she grasps at the knot, squeezing it as it grows just that bit bigger - he shudders. "You ready to return the favour?"

"Let me eat you out." Huh. Even more eager than she'd expected.

"You want to?" She keeps her tone low, teasing a little as she rubs over his lip. He nods, nods desperately. And she's hardly going to refuse such a nice boy a treat, is she?

She's easy enough about lying back, and then his mouth is on her and God, she hadn't expected something better than his dick but it truly is perfection. His tongue laps at her rapidly, pressing inside her, lapping at her lips and then he sucks hard at her clit, pressing fingers forwards instead where she's wet from her own arousal and him.

When Felicia comes her orgasm rocks through her, sending electric shocks through her and leaving her letting out choked noises as she tangles her paw in his hair, gripping tightly at it. A guy's never made her come so quickly in her life. Usually guys are kind of shit in that department, truth be told.

She gasps a little as she lies back, hair tangled behind her hair, and he grins widely at her, delighted at her expression.

"Good job." She mumbles breathlessly, and he laughs, leaning and pressing a kiss to her hip. That's a bit overly sentimental, but she's not going to complain when her knees are still shaking a little.

He slips into bed with her after wiping up the new mess, and he goes to sleep quickly enough. Thank God - she's got no intention of staying. A nice boy, yes, and good with his tongue, certainly, but she's got no intention of letting the man try and ask her out.

So with that she tip-toes out of bed, picking up her things and getting dressed; Fabien is asleep on the couch when she gets home, a Disney film flickering on the TV, and she rolls her eyes, turning it off. Sometimes it's like she grew up and he never did.

She slaps his face slightly, and he blinks sleepily at her.

"Bedtime, little bro. You're gonna hurt your neck."

"Oh, yeah, um- yeah-" He pulls himself out of bed, rubbing at his face, and she snorts, making her way to bed. Chip, for the most part, passes completely out of her mind, and she enjoys her day off thoroughly,not getting out of bed until two. Now that's a good day - a really good day.

And her day off, in all truth, sets her up perfectly for the Monday - she gets up, gets dressed, sets out new appointments for the week, and it's a good day. A great day.

Until she hears from the office the guy coming in for his job interview, "Yeah, I'm Chip, Chip McCoy! Nice to meet you, Fabien!"

Oh, for fuck's sake. Gone are the days when a one night stand went unmet again.