Runners on First and Second
It had been three months since the meerkat and collie started dating. Her name was Nicole, or Nikki, as she called herself. She was a firecracker of a girl, athletic and goofy with a fuse about as long as your average peach fuzz. Yes, she was a lively one, and Aaron loved it, Aaron being our beloved meerkat.
He still hurt from his previous rejection by Megan, but it was a quickly fading memory, happy as he was with Nikki. They were a great pair. Not the creepy variety where they finished each other's sentences, they just worked well together. She was the cliche 'yin to his yang', so to speak.
At the time, they'd been on several dates, you know, a movie here, a dinner there kind of deal, but tonight was special. He'd picked her up at her house in one of his trucks, his baby. It was a 1971 Chevrolet Cheyenne step-side pick up, lowered a little, painted a deep glossy black under two pearl racing stripes on the hood, rolling on wide twenty inch chrome wheels with a solid set of tires, and roaring from the chrome dual exhaust pipes.
He'd spent years fixing the thing up, inside and out, and it showed when his collie cooed as she slid into the plush leather upholstery and the way her ears perked when his stereo kicked in. But it was nothing when it came to her amazement after an hour or so of driving, filled with soft country music and her asking where they were going. His only reply was that it was a surprise, and when the clock in his radio turned over midnight, she saw that it was well worth it.
There they sat, in his truck, coasting up to an old barn. It didn't look like much, but it was his special place to come and relax. He'd helped her out of the truck, like a gentleman, and walked with her, paw in paw to the barn, and showed her the ladder to the hay loft. She was skeptical, at first, but after some encouraging words, she ascended, one rung at a time, Aaron only a moment behind, and once up, he took her to the loft's door and pushed it open before taking a seat on the worn out couch that he and his buddies had hauled up so many years ago.
Along with the couch, there seemed to be the furnishings for an entire room. There was a bed to the side, two futons on the other side of the barn, and an old television against one wall, with various chairs and beanbags around it. See, the barn sat on some property that his and his closest friend's parents bought before they were born, and had electricity run out to. It was cheap enough to do so.
The most important thing, though, was a vintage refrigerator, circa the 1950's, one of those big bubble looking ones, in a nice bright red, quite obviously redone within the past few years, and more over, it was stocked with various beers and malt liquors, and after he sat her down, he trotted over to said fridge and pulled two beers, Budweisers.
He took a seat next to her and cracked one open, passing it over to her, and then opened his own, his arm looping around her slim waist and pulled her close, the pair sipping their beers, and watching out over the stars. That was why he'd driven her so far out of the city. He loved to see the stars, and he wanted to share them with her.
After an hour, the beer cans had begun to pile up, and the stars were no longer priority one. Their muzzles were locked lovingly, and the pair's paws wandering. His found their way to her belly, rubbing and stroking, thought they hadn't remained there long. Soon enough, one had found it's way to her chest, squeezing one of her breasts softly, without objection. He let the ghost of a smile slip into the kiss as he fondles the tender pawful of flesh, earning his the faintest of moans from his partner. It was encouragement enough for him to let his free paw come to rest on her second mound, kneeding softly.
She had a reaction for that one.
In a matter of seconds, after he'd added his second paw, he was flat on his back, pressed into the cushions of the couch, pinned down by the ever-gorgeous Nikki, hands over his head, held there by both of hers.
She clucked her tongue down at him and gave a wolfish grin before pressing the kiss back down on his lips, only now, it was a heated, passionate thing, though, soon to be broken with a little laugh from her as she stood up and offered him a hand up.
"What time is it?"
Aaron took his phone from his pocket, taking the opportunity to adjust the painfully pinned erection in his jeans, and checked.
"Quarter to two."
"Shit... You good to drive?"
"Why?"
"Because my parents will kick my ass if they find out I'm not home."
He coughed a bit as the realization that he hadn't informed her parents and nodded, standing up.
"Yeah, I'm good."
She nodded and started down the ladder, once again, followed closely. Even again, he was the gentleman, opening the door for her, before he himself hopped in and started up the beastly four-fifty-rour, and headed off down the road.
As he rolled up to her street, he cut the headlights and dropped the transmission into neutral, coasting to a stop in front of her house before turning it off the engine, and, for a second time, helping her out of the cab, and followed her to her unlocked window, giving her one more kiss before she crawled through, winking at him playfully.
"Night night, cowboy."