Roommates 8: Meeting Up
#9 of Roommates
Author's note: Yay, another author's note! To be completely honest, I'm doing these out of habit more than anything to really say. Call it a bit of a journal or diary, if you will.
This particular edition of Roommates is officially the longest ever. It took up 14 pages in my notebook, which is college ruled, by the way. In MS Word, it just clears nine. Yeah, so... it's a biggun. Especially considering the fact that Roommates 1 was five pages in my notebook.
Funny how things change, isn't it?
Legal stuff: You must be 18 years of age, or 21 in some counties/states/provinces/countries to read this story, as it contains sexual content and adult situations. So, yeah, there's my part.
Morticunata, and Morti are copyrighted to her player, Morticunata. And we love her. Or, at least, I do.
Roommates 8: Meeting Up
Sem----------------------
I took a long shower, scrubbing my fur repeatedly until it hurt, then, gingerly, one more time. Even as I stepped out, I felt an urge to go back in and give myself another scrub down. My rational mind, which had been protesting loudly through the first seven or so, objected, so I shook myself, then padded back to my room, my flip-flops flip-flopping. Entering the friendly, familiar confines of my room, I dried off further, the towel catching everything the shake missed. I smelled like soap, but it was better than sex. I smelled clean.
Never in my life had I attracted so much attention, ever, especially from fursons I didn't know. It was scary... and then there was the pouncing panthress... what was her name? Morticunata, that was it, or Morti. I wasn't sure if it was my scent she had been seeking or another's, though her remarks seemed to point to another. What had she said? "Finally got you"? Who finally got me? Argh, this was so confusing. Then there was the part of me what was kicking myself for not responding at all to the blatant cuddling and groping and closeness from all those females... and, a little, from that one male. Gods... what the hell is happening to me? I'm reacting to males? That can't happen, because I'm straight!
...right?
I bellowed a cry of wordless uncertainty. This was too much... I had way too many other things to think about and break down than my sexuality. It was too much... Too... fucking much! I started to pant, pulling my paws away from my head and leaning over my bed, resting them there, just... breathing. Silently, I berated myself for being so prudish as to not actually say the word out loud. But... I let it go. The clock read 12:36. I've stalled long enough. I needed to leave the relative safety of my dorm and venture out into the world.
Kiyara was waiting for me. For now... that was reason enough.
Croy---------------------
"You just had to move off-campus, didn'tcha Leo?" I said into my hardy cell phone, walking to the street corner, looking around to find out just where the hell I ended up.
"Oh, shut up and tell me where you are," Icarus told me.
"Lessee... I'm on Beacon St... waitaminute, I know where I am! There's that deli we used to go to last year when we were roomies right in front of me! Dude, your directions suck!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I coulda got me here in like, five, ten minutes!"
Icarus sighed. "Okay, whatever... look, do you see a red apartment building across the street from the deli?"
I looked. There had to be at least thirty between Pearl Ave. and Nan St. "You're gonna hafta be more specific--"
"Third from the corner of Beacon and Pearl."
"And that one's yours?" I said, crossing the street in the semi-heavy weekend traffic. It looked nice enough, if bland as all hell.
"Yeah, room 226. You on the stoop, yet?"
I jumped up there. "Yeah."
"I'll buzz you in, then. See ya when you get up here." There was a loud buzzing, and I opened the door.
"226, 226..." I mumbled the numbers to myself as I jogged up the flight of stairs, then down the hallway. 226 ended up being in the far corner of the building. Hey, a corner spot. Not bad, so far. I knocked, the door was unlocked, and Icarus gave me a great big hug. "'Sup, Leo!" I said, thumping his back.
"Nothin' much, Spike."
I pulled back, frowning. "Spike? Where'd you get Spike from?"
"Simple," he said. "You call me Leo, so I'm gonna call you Spike."
I snorted, shaking my head. "You missed the entire point of that gag..."
"What?"
"Dude... Lupin. Or Lupus."
"Huh?"
"You're hopeless..." I said. "I've known you for about a year, now, and Spike's the best you can come up with? That's for dogs, dude. I've met about ten other wolves, and five of them were either Lupin or Lupus."
He rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Lupin."
"Nice shirt," I commented, looking him up and down. It was black, the words "Last Clean Shirt" in big white block letters.
"What?" he said, looking down. "It WAS my last clean shirt!"
"Any-freakin'-way, time for the grand tour, innit? That's the reason you dragged me out here with bad directions."
"Hm," said the lion nonchalantly, my first clue. Well... second. The message was the first. Since he didn't offer to start showing me around, I helped myself, striding down the hall and poking into the kitchen. It was a fairly simple arraignment, and, above all, clean. When we roomed together, he was the 'clean' one, so it wasn't much more than I expected. There were four rooms, the biggest being the living room. It had a simple enough arraignment: a medium-sized TV with a cable box and both a PS2 and a Gamecube. The GC was collecting a bit of dust, something I ribbed "Iccy" about. Both the kitchen and the bathroom seemed smallish, especially for the big hunk of lion. I deliberately didn't look into the bedroom. The door was closed.
"So?" asked Icarus, leaning against the hallway wall as I finished poking around in the bathroom.
"Smallish... but nice," I said, nodding a bit. "Must feel lonely in here, though."
"Naw, not really."
I smirked, looking at him. "Ani comes here a lot, don't she?"
He chuckled a bit, nodding. "Yeah... but we don't yiff all the time."
"You don't?" I said skeptically.
"Nope. Sometimes we cuddle, sometimes we play some games. She's pretty ruthless in the football games, too."
"Hm."
"Which reminds me..." He walked forward, turning me a touch to hug me from behind. "Meant to thank you for takin' care of my girl last night."
I saw it coming from a mile away. I started to rub one of his arms, my other paw drifting down towards his crotch. "That so? How do you plan on doing that?"
"A surprise," he whispered, nipping my ear. I shiver coursed through me.
"What kinda surprise, I wonder?"
He steered me toward the bedroom. "You'll find out..."
I went a few steps before stopping us at the door, curing my arm around his neck and pulling him down into a long kiss. It had been a while since I had a chance to do that. "Thanks for inviting me over..."
He opened the door.
Sem----------------------
It took me a bit long to finally dress, as I wasn't sure exactly what to wear. When, in despair, I started to think that I was taking too long, like a girl or a gay guy, I growled, throwing on a plain red shirt and blue jean shorts. I got to the door of the dorm when I stopped, then doubled back to my room to get a blue button-up shirt, wearing it open. It was nice, but it wasn't formal.
Of course, this led me to agonize about what me and Kiyara were supposed to be. We met at a party and had sex, twice. But we talked beforepaw. Were we dating, now? As in, mates, or boyfriend-girlfriend? Or was this lunch thingy the first date? Or would it be the second, if you counted the party? On the other paw, she didn't give me her number. So... does this mean we weren't dating, that I was simply a booty call? But... why arrange this meet, then?
I stopped abruptly, realizing that my footpaws had carried me all the way to the cafeteria. Not only that, there was Kiyara in the window, waving at me and smiling. I waved vaguely back, entering the place quickly. I had made her wait long enough.
"Hey there," she greeted me as I half-jogged up to the table. She wore a white T-shirt, a heart broken down the middle, and some really short shorts. So much for formality...
"Hi," I said, flashing her a smile and sitting. "Hope you haven't been waiting long 'cuz a me..." I noticed here that she smelled faintly of... excitement?
"No, not really. I just got done playing basketball with Croy. Which reminds me... you left so fast, I didn't get to give you my number." She paused as my heart rate picked up exponentially, continuing with "You took a shower."
"Huh? Oh, yeah, that. Had to, really..."
"But you smelled fine to me," she said, a hint of a smile playing around her lips. That kinda disturbed me.
"Yeah, well... I didn't think so, hence..."
"Something happened?" The way she said it sounded like she turned it into a question at the last minute.
My stomach growled loudly As embarrassing as that was, it was a fantastic distraction. I didn't much like the way the conversation was going. Kiyara smiled, and we both got up to get something to eat. I took my time, guessing she'd press me about the events of that study. It was fairly obvious that something did happen. I just hoped I'd been as obvious with my desire to not talk about it.
We came back within seconds of each other. I contemplated turning around, but she'd already spotted me. The closer I got to the table and her, the more I noticed her... exciting scent. Whatever it was made my heart beat slightly faster. I also noticed she was attracting some male attention. I tried to ignore that, sitting down across from her again, the other males at my back.
"So, what were you guys studying, anyway?" she asked me, stabbing a bit of food with her fork and eating it. The way the fork slid out of her mouth was almost... sexual... "Well?" she continued gently, snapping me from my momentary reverie.
"Oh, uh, calc. There's a mid-term Friday, and that was the last group session. Prof didn't show, though, so we--"
"You got a lot of attention, didn't you, Sem?" Kiyara broke in smoothly. She smiled lazily at me. I found a sudden interest in my food, shoveling a couple forkfuls into my mouth. She stared on, that smile gently cajoling me into speech. I swallowed, not looking at her.
"Y-yeah... it was embarrassing, and it was because--"
"--you look really good," she finished.
I blinked. "Wha--?"
Her smile seemed to widen slightly as she shook her head. "You underestimate yourself, Sem. You are actually quite attractive."
"I am?" Well, I suppose that... I am?
She laughed lightly. "Yes. If you had bothered to look behind you during lit class--" I winced "--you probably would've lost your virginity before last night."
"Oh," I said quietly. My gaze fell as, once again, heat rushed to my face.
I felt Kiyara's paw on mine. "But you didn't," she told me, her voice drawing my eyes to look at her again. There was a decidedly sultry look in her eyes. "Croy dragged you to the party, where you met me and had a nice yiff." A delayed thrill ran through my body at her words. It left me more than a bit out of breath.
Without my noticing, she was there, close, kissing me. I responded unconsciously, kissing her back and closing my eyes, a definite stirring in my groin as the kiss progressed. Slowly, almost reluctantly, she pulled away, leaving me breathless. Gods... I noticed, belatedly, that she was in much the same state. We sat back, she with an amused, surprised look in her face, me trying to cope with my erection by trying to ignore it. It took some doing, though.
Kiyara got up. "Just going to the bathroom, be right back," she answered my confused expression with. I nodded dumbly, and she grabbed her purse, coming past me. I breathed for about a second. On my next breath, , that scent, that exciting, titillating, arousing smell entered my nose again, right before I felt her press her breasts against my back, before I felt her paws move slowly along my arms, before I felt her tongue lick from my neck to my ear. I moaned softly, chills running rampant up and down my spine. Her paw, which had snuck onto my chest, rubbed in slow circles. "Stay hard," she whispered in my ear, her paw lingering on my body as she moved away.
After that? How could I NOT?
Croy---------------------
Icarus gently pushed me into his bedroom. The lone window behind the bed was closed and a shade pulled over it, all the lights off. The room was lit by at least fifty candles on his dresser, nightstands, and on the floor in a wide berth around his bed, all giving off a faint vanilla scent. The nightstands also held two big candles which seemed to give off the majority of the light. The candlelight lent a warm glow to everything, especially Ani, who lay on the queen-sized bed propped up with some pillows, naked and with her paws dangerously close to her pussy. "About time," she said, both seductive and impatient. "I was about to start without you two."
"This is the surprise?" I asked, not taking my eyes off the doe (who smelled like she had started).
"Mm hm," said the lion. His paws roamed down my sides. "She's been ravin' about you... I thought that since we haven't yiffed yet, I'd throw you into our little threesome." His breath was hot on my neck. "You don't mind, do you?"
With Ani's prevalent scent and Icarus' rising one, I couldn't say no. Dimly, I nodded. Before I'd finished, he was already lifting off my shirt, Ani coming off the bed to assist, unbuckling my belt and pulling down both my pants and boxers. In one swift motion, I was naked, the doe taking off my sneakers as Icarus tipped me into a kiss. I felt a tell-tale bulge in the small of my back, so I felt around it, squeezing it gently with in my paw. My left shoe coming off, I felt Ani pull me off her mate into a kiss with her, leading my paw to her already very wet snatch. Moaning readily, she slipped my fingers into her and had me pump her cunny, while she latched onto my cock, stroking me.
During all this, I dimly heard Icarus undress. My mouth parted from Ani's as he pulled her away from me, kissing her briefly before moving away slightly. As if on cue, the doe pulled my paw from her depths, looking me directly in the eyes as she lifted it to her muzzle, licking all her juices off it. Walking backwards, she led me to the bed, climbing on it herself before pulling me on top of her. I was momentarily confused. "What about--?"
She silenced me with a kiss, guiding my length into her pussy with steady pulls. I stopped protesting.
With a moan, I sank into her slowly, wondering where Icarus would fit into all this as I started a steady pace. I figured it out about five seconds before it happened. A cold jolt ran through my body as Icarus smeared lube onto my tailhole. Purring faintly, he pressed his lion meat, pushing into me and me further into Ani, who threw her head back, whimpering.
"OH... FUCK," I swore, Ani tightening around me reflexively, that lion burying himself in me. My back arched as I gripped tightly to the sheets, unable to breathe right despite many shallow breaths. My ass clenched around him, driving a purr from Icarus as he pulled back, and me along with him. I couldn't move by myself, this sensation of being fucked and fucking another too new, a fact which he picked up quickly, pushing me into Ani again. And again. And again.
Never before had I felt this good. I was both moaning loudly and gripping tightly at the sheets, the lion taking me, taking me, taking me, forcing me to slide in and out of his mate. It was almost too much. I was about to blow, sooner than I ever had before. "C-close..." I managed. The lion fucked me harder, pushing me over so that I lay almost on Ani, rutting my ass. "Close...!" I said again, gritting my teeth to the doe's whines. My crotch started to audibly slap against hers. She was warm around me, so warm and tight.... My nails dug into the bed itself, Icarus moving over me, driving himself deeper, a growl escaping his mouth in the heat of the moment. Ani pulled me deeper into her, her legs hooking around my waist. Between those two... I couldn't hold back any longer.
I gave a shaky cry as I came, seed spilling from my cock, my entire body twitching from an overload of pleasure. My tailhole clamped down like a vice on the lion's meat, my own spurting to his every stroke until he burst inside me, flooding me with lioncum. Ani's pussy held a death grip on my cock, gushing juices around it. She herself held me close, digging her blunt nails into my back. It seemed almost enough to send me around again...
Soon enough, we were all panting heavily, the scent of vanilla drowned out by the arousal and orgasmic scents of three sated furs. "Felt you... and him," Ani gasped out between breaths. "Felt like... both were... fuckin' me..."
Icarus licked the back of my neck. "Thanks again for coming," he whispered.
I said nothing. I didn't yet have the energy to speak.
Kiyara-------------------
A moan forced its way out of my mouth as I peaked, juices streaming down from my pussy to drip into the toilet. I left my fingers in there for a moment as I recovered from that very powerful orgasm, then pulled them from inside me. Driven by curiosity, I took a sniff, then licked them, then sucked on them. I was good.
Panting lightly, I dislodged a shaky footpaw from behind the handicapped rail and cleaned myself up with some toilet paper. After which I closed my legs and slipped on my gym shorts. Though I normally turned myself on when teasing another, and that pawing off beforehand was in my repertoire, the fact that I half-ran to the bathroom, dripping, was testament to the effect he had on me. The strength of my orgasm proved it.
I stood, my paw flashing out and catching the rail as I wobbled. Damn him and his shyness... I'll find a way to break through that shell of his, make him realize just how attractive he is, I vowed. The perfect idea came to mind, and I smiled, leaving the stall and pulling out my cell phone from my purse. After dialing, I began to wash my paws.
"Halloooooo, Kiki!" came Morti, enthusiastic as always.
"Hey," I said, still a little breathless.
"Why for do you--?" She stopped herself, and I heard an intake of breath. "Have you been pawing off? In public?? Again???" She always did have a flair for the overdramatic.
I smirked to myself. "So what if I did?" I asked, just for the hell of it.
"I'd probably giggle," she told me, giggling a bit.
I chuckled. "Mmm... I bet you're a bit jealous of me, what with me being with Sexy Emo-Male and all."
"Heh... just a bit."
"Then I have a proposition for you, Morti." I finished, gave them a good shake, and then dried my paws under the auto-paw dryer. "How would you like to give him The Treatment. With me. Tonight."
She actually gasped. "Reeeally?"
"Mm hm," I said, shaking my paws again, then leaving the bathroom to lean against the wall.
"We haven't given _any_fur The Treatment since after we started--"
"I know. It's been too long, don't you think?"
She giggled, naughty. "Well, it'll hafta wait until after eight, when I get offa work."
"When do you get on?"
"Two."
"Hm.. alright, then. I'll just hafta be with him until then..."
I heard a pout. "No fair!"
"Don't worry, pussy cat, you'll get him, just be patient."
"But I dun wanna!" she whined petulantly.
I smiled. "Bye, Morti."
"Byeeeeeeeee!" Click.
Sem wouldn't know what hit him.