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I ended up burning the cookies in a black cast-iron pan, mostly in part due to the fact I had never used an oven before. I also learned right away I was not very good at cracking an egg, stirring cookie dough, and placing dough on a greased cookie pan I did not own. I opened a window to let the smoke out, and resigned to the fact that if I were going to eat any food during my long, global journey, I was certainly not going to make it myself.

As I cleaned up my mess, I looked over at the box of the dozen, rather, ten cream-sticks I had purchased from Trader Vic's. I would have to hope Cody liked them. Thinking of the young wolf's visit that next day brought a smile to my face, and I dabbed at a few beads of perspiration on my cleavage. I began to picture myself straddling him naked on the floor, squeezing creamy frosting from the pastry onto his chest-fur and then bending my head down to lick every bit of it up. I thought about smearing some of the cream down his stomach, perhaps even getting a little of the sweet paste on his hardness, and then closing my mouth around him and sucking until I had a good taste of both the pastry cream - and his own.

I giggled and shook my head. I had no time to fantasize. Looking up at the kitchen clock, I had only thirty minutes to get ready for dinner with the tigresses. I realized I was starving, and nearly everything I had bought from Trader Vic's required culinary expertise I did not yet have, apart from the dried pineapple. A warm, prepared meal with new friends sounded wonderful.

Quickly I hurried to my bedroom and undressed, then selected a red-and-white floral Indian sari wrap, and a white sea-shell bikini, along with a pair of open-toed white sandals. I looked at my reflection and then improvised a bit with the long garment, folding it up and retying the ends into a large bow at my waist, leaving my legs free. I do not, and have never worn much make-up, although sometimes I still do like to use a little soft dye from purple hibiscus blooms for my eyes, bringing out the greens more.

Satisfied with how I looked, I went back into the kitchen to put everything away, leaving one cream-stick out on the counter for a late-night treat when I got back, and then left to see Roxanne and Rhonda.

The two tigresses were still in their red bikinis and soaking wet to the skin when I arrived. "Darling, you came!" Roxanne squealed and took my paws, leaning forward to give my cheek a kiss. The scent of the Atlantic Ocean was all over her, and I found myself again wistful for home suddenly. "Come in, come in. Rhonda's just putting on the finishing touches." She led me to their spacious living room and offered me a comfy sofa before curling up beside me. "I hope you like tuna, otter. She makes the most amazing casserole with it."

I laughed. "I am famished enough to eat almost anything."

She moved closer to me until we were pressed together. "Good. We really want you to feel at home." Her bikini strained to hold striped, voluptuous breasts and she caught me looking at them. "Not bad for forty, huh?" The tigress giggled and ran her paws over them, fingering at the bikini string.

I agreed and told her I hoped I was as good at forty as she and Rhonda. The tigress leaned her head forward to nuzzle my cheek where she had kissed earlier. "Ohh, you are going to be so beautiful for a very long time..." She looked into my eyes and then kissed me gently on the mouth. It felt warm, moist, and the succulent smells of tuna and the ocean filled my senses.

"Hey now, Rox," Rhonda laughed as she came into the living room to join us, holding a large tray of food. "Don't get the gal all out of sorts before I get there!" She set the tray of tuna mixed with pasta, sauce, spices, and several rows of fresh fruit and vegetables down on the coffee table and curled up on the sofa at my other side. I was now pleasantly nestled into two warm, furry, wet, and deeply-purring bodies.

I looked between them and then at the food. "Oh, this just looks so wonderful." I leaned forward to get some of the fruit, a slice of pineapple, and felt Roxanne's arm around my back.

"Only the best for our guests. We entertain all the time." She smiled and nuzzled my cheek. "We thought about showering beforehand, but then we thought, a pretty Pacific gal like you wants the ocean."

Her life-mate chimed in. "We tried your place earlier to see if you wanted to come swimming with us, but you weren't back yet."

"I was still at the store, I guess." The pineapple was sweet and the cool juices filled my mouth. "Thanks to Gerald, I managed to find my way out of it."

"Ohhh, you met Gerald, huh?" Rhonda grinned and winked. "He's a cutie-pie. He comes by here a lot, usually brings his mother with."

Roxanne snickered. "And when he doesn't, he still likes callin' us his mums." She squeezed my shoulder gently. "Have a care around him, love. He has...needs."

I blushed and smiled, looking at her. "Well, I...would not mind going out with him, I suppose." I have a fondness for felines, always have. Something about them. Perhaps it is the soft fur, the expressive tails, the beautiful, mysterious eyes, the adorable sounds of their loud purring, especially in the afterglow of ardent sex.

Rhonda giggled. "Ohhh, you may change your tune, honey. Let me guess, he bought diapers at the store, didn't he?"

"Yes," I replied, "Um...for his sister's cub, he told me..." The tigresses exchanged a look above me I did not understand then. Of course, I do understand now.

"Nevermind. I'm sure you two would have a lovely time." Roxanne started dishing out the tuna casserole, and the three of us snuggled on the couch. Soon, I was feeling incredibly too warm between the tigresses, and I hiked up my sari a bit more around my thighs to compensate and removed my sandals. The women noticed my bare feet immediately and each stroked down my legs to explore each toe, and the silky webbing between them, gushing over how unusual they were. As it turned out, they had not met many sea otters before.

"I'll bet you swim like a mermaid, love..." Roxanne cooed, still stroking my toes and pads.

I chuckled and splayed my toes out a bit. "I swim very well. But I am certainly not a fish."

Rhonda added, "But you can stay underwater quite a while, can't you dear?"

I was sheepish. I have never been all that comfortable talking about something I do well. Pride is one vice I have always tried very hard to squelch. "Um...I...do not really know. It can be for a long time, I guess." I told them about a particular dive I had taken back in Tahiti, with a lovely shark companion. We had gone down many, many fathoms to explore an old shipwreck together. I have no idea how long we were down there, but it was long enough to reach the bottom, explore through the entire ship from stem to stern, and make love in one of the sealed, underwater compartments before, weak and spent, I clung to her dorsal all the way back to the surface. By the time I was finished talking, both tigresses were squirming and caressing me more.

"Sounds so hot, Leilani." Roxanne's eyes were lidded. "We certainly must invite you swimming with us soon. Have you heard of the Blue Hole?"

I nodded. "Mr. Lyons was talking about that. What is that?"

Rhonda grinned and set her empty plate down on the table. "A beautiful fresh-water lake, the only one in the Keys. Teeming with fish. It's a perfect place for a swim, you'd love it." She tossed lovely blonde hair from her blue eyes to look at me kindly. "So...are you liking it here in the Keys so far?" She reached down and untied her bikini, letting out full, still-very-pert white-furred breasts, and then nestled them against my side.

I churrred softly at the touch of her breasts against me and smiled. "Very much so..."

She kissed me again, a much longer one, and I found my tongue curling outwards to slowly bat and play against hers. Behind me, Roxanne's paws were fondling the back of my neck, tugging at the single bikini string, and I soon felt the silky cloth brush down my breasts and drop to my lap. Then her mouth was at my nape, kissing my fur deeply.

I trembled as I grew warmer still, and soon my dark breasts were firmly pressed to Rhonda's, my black nipples against her pinks, both swollen with arousal. We kissed again, a long, full one, filling our mouths with each other's tastes.

"My turn..." Roxanne whispered breathlessly, and turned my head to hers to kiss. Our tongues collided again and again, watering our mouths. My paws lifted up slowly, hugging them around the striped tigresses' neck loosely as our kiss deepened even more.

"Come on..." Rhonda giggled as she got off the sofa and slid off her bikini bottoms, padding away naked. "Let's continue this in the rumpus room, love. We have a hot-tub just waiting for you..."

Roxanne and I pulled our mouths apart, our lips soaked, and the tigress grasped my hips and helped me up. Slowly she untied the sari from my waist, and the cloth dropped to the floor with my bikini. She looked into my eyes and bit at her lip. "You don't have to do anything you don't want to, love..."

I blushed. I had not been expecting sex, but the idea of sharing time with Roxanne and Rhonda aroused me greatly. Their kisses were very meaningful to me, and as much as I appreciate the warm, thick hardness of a male, I never forget how romantic and sensual the soft, supple curves of a female can be.

I did not say anything. I just smiled and leaned my head up to hers to kiss again. Then she took my trembling paw, and led me naked to their recreation room.