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"So, who's the lucky lady?" Anji asked me.

"None of your damn buissnes, that's who," I snapped back. I had my paws stuffed into the pockets of my torn jeans, and was trying not the shuffle my feet. I was nervous though, and Anji's smart comments weren't helping.

"Okay, sorry I asked," Anji said. He was digging through the drawer in his dresser, his paws flicking through the mess of junk he had. "Ah," the wolf let out a triumph sound, and turned around. In his paw he now held a darkly wrapped condom. I snapped the condom out of his paw almost instantly, my face turning red.

"Thanks," I muttered. I turned around, then Anji put a paw on my shoulder.

"Dude," he turned me around, and raised an eyebrow. "You cool?"

"Yeah," I nodded quickly. "I'm cool."

"Right," Anji nodded, drawing the word out. "Well, stay cool until you get over there and figure out what the deal is. If it goes bad and you don't want to go home and face your mom, let me know and you can crash here."

"Yeah," I nodded. I turned around again, then looked at Anji.

"Thanks man," I said. The wolf nodded, tossing a paw at me.

"Be gentle with her," he called to me as I left. "Women are like fine china, remember bro!" I smiled as I walked away, tucking the condom into my pocket. I went out Anji's front door, then hopped in my car. Anji was right though, I didn't need to be nervous. I didn't even know if Chelsea and I were going to have sex, but I had asked Anji about the condoms, just in case it did happen.

I pulled out of my friend's driveway, then headed for Chelsea's house. It was only a seven minute drive, and I pulled onto her street, my old Mustang rumbling under me. I drove down the street, then pulled into Chelsea's driveway when I found her house. I killed my engine, then took a nervous swallow. I took a breath next, and let it out slow. My nerves were working overtime, but I got out of the car. I tucked my keys into my pocket, then walked for Chelsea's front door. She had a nice two story house like mine, and her parents were both news reporters or something like that. I walked for the front door, my paws tucked into my pockets.

I rang the bell, then took a step back, and waited.

I heard feet inside the house, then Chelsea pulled the door open. She was dressed in a pair of shorts and a tank top, and her long brown hair was tossed over her shoulder. She saw me, smiled, and invited me in. I thanked her, smiling in a nervous way, then went inside. She closed the door behind me, and the two of us went into her living room.

For the next hour and a half, we went back and forth between various movies and late night TV shows, making fun of them at any opportunities we got. I had always been the funny guy in my small group of friends, and before long I had Chelsea clutching her sides, laying on her back. She put her feet up, laughing hard, and I pushed a paw into my face, snickering to myself. Sometimes I laugh at my own jokes, because there so stupid. Chelsea put her feet down though, plopping them into my lap. I pulled my paw off of my face, stilling smiling, and dropped both paws into my lap. I had my feet on the edge of her coffee table, and I glanced at Chelsea. She smiled at me, still giggling, and I looked back at the TV. I let a paw touch her foot, and she giggled again.

Chelsea turned around, pulling her feet out of my lap, then laid against me. She put her paws on the couch, getting situated, and I put an arm over the back of her couch. I let my other paw rest in my lap, my feet still on her coffee table. She got closer to me, her shoulder touching mine, and I felt myself stir "downstairs." I didn't bother me though. I'll be honest, I jack off. All guys do it, and don't say you don't. You do it, I do it, we all do it. So I wasn't to nervous about hanging out with Chelsea. I was just nervous about fucking up during sex, if that was even what was going to happen.

As it turns out, that's what happened. Chelsea leaned in closer to me, putting her paws on my leg. I turned to look at her, and then she moved in to me. Out of pure need, I leaned in to meet her. I felt her lips press against mine, and I kissed her. Her lips were like silk, so smooth, so soft. I felt a warm shiver run down my spine, and Chelsea tightened her grip on my leg. I took my arm from the couch and put it around her shoulders, giving her a slight tug towards me. She moaned against my lips, a soft sound that suddenly made me want her so much more. I pressed my lips against hers, feeling her soft hair on my arm.

We pulled away though, and Chelsea's eyes were dancing now. I looked back at her brown eyes with my darker beady eyes, then she pulled away from me. She stood up, then held out her paw to me.

"Lets go upstairs," she said. I took her paw, standing up. Chelsea lead my out of her living room then upstairs, where her bedroom was. Her parents were gone, and we had the house to ourselves. I went up the stairs, my feet thumping lightly as Chelsea and I retreated to the cool quiet of her bedroom. It was small, but not very girly. She had a few posters featuring metal bands on her walls, and a drum set was tucked into the corner, with a set of drumsticks hanging on the wall behind her.

I sat down on Chelsea's bed, and she sat down beside me. We kissed again, and this time I ran my paws up and down her soft arms. She put a paw to my chest, then squeezed my thigh with her other paw. I kissed her deeply, feeling the warm, nervous shivers run through my body. When she squeezed my thigh I moaned softly, feeling myself shift and move downstairs again. (Again, I jerk off a lot, so It hadn't bothered me to much. I was just nervous okay?)

Chelsea and I pulled away again, then she quietly asked me,

"Do you have a condom?" her breath was warm on my cheeks, and I nodded.

"Yeah," I stuck a paw into my pocket, then pulled the little package. Chelsea moved in on almost immediately, now taking a firm grip on my crotch. I let out a moan, but pressed my lips to hers. I felt myself flare up, a hot fire running through my body now. If she'd asked me about a condom, she and to be ready. I knew I myself was ready, and I was definitely horny. I ran my paws over Chelsea's body, then gripped one of her small breasts in my paw. She moaned against my lips, pulling away. She looked at me, her soft and steady brown eyes looking over my slim figure.

"Do you want to do this?" I asked her. She nodded.

"Yeah," she said. "I, I think I'm ready. And if you have a condom, then we'll be okay."

"Yeah," I nodded, running a brief paw through her hair. Chelsea kissed me again, still squeezing my crotch. I was harder now, and a stiff arousal was beginning to work its way to the waistband of my pants. Not my underwear then my pants mind you, just my pants. (I have a major underwear aversion. I just don't like it, all the tightness and what not.)

Chelsea laid on her back, tossing her deep chocolate brown hair onto the pillow beside her. I pulled off my jeans and tossed them into the floor, then pulled the condom out its little wrapper, and down over my now naked, stiff member. Getting the condom rolled down, I leaned in to Chelsea, who wrapped her arms around my back. Her small brown eyes were steady, but now I could read in them a need. The same need that lurked in my eyes no doubt.

We started out slow. I pressed my hard, stiff member into Chelsea's smooth under lips. I let out a shuddering moan when I pushed in, then bit my teeth when I eased myself back out. The pleasure was instant and incredible, sending hot waves down my spine. Chelsea had her eyes closed, and was letting out soft moans each time I thrusted slowly in, then slowly back out. It felt almost to good to describe.

Gradually, we speed up, and tried different positions. First Chelsea laid on her back, her arms around my back, then we switched. I laid on my back, putting my paws on Chelsea's hips and sides, and easily rocked her up and down. (let me be honest, I jerk off to porn. All guys to that to, and don't say you don't! So I knew a few things to do, even If I didn't know all of them.)

Chelsea and I moaned, both of us pulling and taking from the satisfaction and pleasure that came with sex. It felt incredible when Chelsea's slit started to warm up, and become wet. I pulled her hips close to my crotch, thrusting her harder now, her moans making me moan in turn. After I laid on my back, Chelsea turned around and laid her back against mine, and I wrapped my arms around her stomach. She laid her face next to mine, and if I slowed down she kissed me, letting my silently know that she wanted to go faster. If I was going fast and got a kiss, it meant slow down. I got what she meant and either speed up or slowed down, depending on when she kissed me. She pushed her fingers though my hair at one point, making me moan a bit louder. I had always loved it when girls played with my hair. It was a major turn on.

For a hour and a half we fucked. We went slow, fast, hard, soft. I laid on my back and she laid on hers. Once she put up her long, smooth legs and I held them up, pushing hard with my throbbing member. It was so good for me, and I knew it was good for her. The condom, I'll admit, did take away the absolute pleasure of the experience, but I didn't want to take any chances of getting Chelsea pregnant. We were both seventeen, about to be eighteen soon, but I still didn't want to risk it.

I pressed into her harder when I started to near my climax point. I bit my teeth when I felt my stiff, pleasured member give a warning throb. The pleasure and heat that ran though my body and Chelsea's was incredible, like a furnace. I felt my sex give another warning throb, then another right after. I moaned, gripping Chelsea to me, her warm back pressed into my chest. She moaned with me, her paws pressed into the bed.

"Ah, shit..." I bit my teeth, closing my eyes shut when I came. My cum came in hot waves, each one seeming better than the last. The first wave shot into the tip of the condom, which had thankfully not broken, and I let out a long moan. Chelsea moaned with me, putting a paw to my head. She ran her fingers through my hair, and I moaned again when I shot another wave of cum out.

"Fuck," I moaned, my arms wrapped around Chelsea's middle. She was breathing heavily, her small breasts heaving. I let out a small moan when I felt a smaller burst of cum slip from my sex, and I laid my head sideways, breathing hard.

After we had both let out enough heaving breaths, Chelsea and I untangled ourselves from each other, then I got dressed. I held the used condom in my paw, now unsure of what to do with it. I looked at Chelsea, and she pointed to a trashcan at the foot of her bed.

"What about your parents?" I asked.

"I'll tell them," she said. She had pulled on some shorts and a t-shirt, and got off of her bed. She walked over to me, her long hair messy, and put her arms around me. I tossed my used condom into her trashcan as instructed, then put my own arms around her shoulders, giving her a hug. Chelsea had been a virgin, I knew by the way she had told me she was ready, but she had still gotten upset when she bleed. She hadn't freaked out, but her eyes had gotten misty, and she put her face into my chest. I hugged her back, shushed her quietly, then pulled the sheets off of her bed. She took a blanket from the top of her closet and tossed that onto her bed.

Now she had her face pressed into my chest again, and I kissed the top of her head. She hugged me tighter, then looked up at me with a smile. I smiled back at her, then gave her a kiss on the lips. A light kiss that she gave back, then looked at me again.

"I love you," she said quietly.

"I love you too," I let the words fall from my mouth without even thinking about it. My cheeks turned red, and Chelsea smiled. She squeezed me with a light hug, then we both went back downstairs into her living room. Her parents were still away, and she turned on the porch light when I stepped outside.

"I'll call you, maybe tomorrow," I told her. "Just to talk. And if you wanna hang out, maybe next weekend, that'd be cool."

"Okay," Chelsea smiled, her cheeks turning pink. "That sounds like fun."

"Yeah," I nodded, smiling at her. "Well, I'll see you later, Chelsea."

"Bye," she smiled at me, holding up a paw. I held up my own paw, then turned and headed for my car. I unlocked it, got in, and backed out of Chelsea's driveway.

Not two weeks after I lost my virginity, my mom again lost her source of love in life. I got home from school like any other day, happy that I had gotten to hang out with Chelsea in the parking lot before coming home. I pushed open my front door, somewhat curious as to why Joel's car wasn't out front. I came inside, then almost to soon I had my answer.

My mom was laying down on the couch, an arm over her eyes. In her other paw was a liquor bottle. This time though, I could smell the booze. I stopped in the living room, looking at my mom. Then I looked around, suddenly and completely pissed off. Not at my mom, or at Joel, or anyone really. I just felt mad. I pulled the strap of my backpack, then tossed it over my shoulder. It hit the floor a few feet away, landing by the stairs with a heavy thud. My mom stayed where she was though, apparently passed out. I looked at her, then pressed a paw into my face. It was suddenly to hot in my house, even with the cool air going.

A completely stupid idea ran though my head, and a spike of fear took hold of me. I dropped to a knee fast, and took my moms paw. I dropped the bottle to the floor, then hurriedly checked her pulse.

Bump, bump, bump went her pulse. I sighed, dropped my face into my other paw. The fear leaked out of body quickly, and was again replaced by slight anger. I dropped my moms paw, then stood back up. I looked around, mad and unsure of what to do. She was alive, just passed out from drinking, and Joel wasn't anywhere to be found. I didn't have his number, but he had mine, in case any emergencies ever came up, and he needed to get a hold of me.

But now he was nowhere to be found. I slapped my paws together, now walked around my living room. I was mad, and now tired of my moms bad habit. It welled in my like some great beast, and I closed my eyes. Now wasn't the time to be mad. Now was the time to chill out. I squeezed my pockets, my eyes closed, and took some deep breaths. Then I felt a finger touch my car keys. Anji's face flashed in my mind a second later, and I opened my eyes. What I needed was someone to confide in.