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When I woke up the morning after last night, I was immediately happy. It was cool in my dorm, it was quiet, and I had Zoe laying on top of me. One of her small soft paws was laying in my own paw, and the cold sheets felt good against my naked body. Zoe was asleep, and I could feel her soft breath puff against my cheek. Her long brown hair was laying over her shoulder and my arm, and I smiled. It had been a long time since I'd woken up and felt this good.

But there are reasons behind that. My happiness really came to a grinding halt about five years ago, when I was in the ninth grade. This was back when I still lived in Monticello California, instead of Long Beach. Back then life had been way better than it was now, but that was only because my parents hadn't divorced yet.

That had really been the breaking point for my mom, and for me. After being married for almost thirty three years, my dad cheated on my mom, then took off. Two weeks later he mailed her a set of divorce papers, which she almost to happily signed. After that, she started drinking.

It really wasn't that bad at first. I knew she was mad, pissed off at my old man for taking off and leaving us. She'd only have one little drink before bed every night, then she locked the bottles and shot glasses up underneath the kitchen counter, and went to bed. I knew where she hid the keys for the cabinet, but I wasn't a drinker. Even when I was fifteen, I wasn't a drinker. I wasn't a smoker either, or at least not yet. We'll get to that though.

A month after my parents divorced, my mom started to drink more, and she started going out. She'd leave at around five or so, when I was coming home from school, then not come back until eleven or twelve at night. I didn't really mind. I had the house to myself, had all the time I needed to catch up on homework, read, study, watch TV, play video games. All the shit the high school kids do. Of course my mom would eventually come home, tired and really, really drunk. She'd look at me, then tell me I was a good kid, and give me one of those drunk, overly affectionate mom hugs. Then she disappeared upstairs to her bedroom, and she would resurface every morning to wake me up for school. On the weekends, I was on my own because my mom worked on full day job a daycare, taking care of little kids. Those days I would get out of the house and hang out with Anji or some other friend.

Jumping ahead to my sophomore year in high school. The past two years had seemed to fly by, with my mom starting to drink more and more every month. The woman knew her limits though. If she knew she was overdoing it, she would stop, lay down on the couch, and fall asleep. This was around the time I was starting to get bothered by her drinking habits, because I worked at a pizza restaurant, and did a lot of cleaning. So when she started to leave all of her glasses and bottles on our coffee table, it would bug me and I'd clean it up, just to get it out of the way. Then I wiped the table clean, and went to bed.

In my sophomore year of high school, I really started to get annoyed with my mom, and others in general. Students, teachers at my school, mostly everyone except for my friends. I had never been the guy who "fit in" and always preferred to stick with my buddies, hanging out with them at school instead of trying to make other friends. Of course I was a swimmer, I was well built and girls noticed me. I was shy as shit though, and couldn't talk to girls without tripping over my words. So most of the time I'd hang around with my buddies, and I skipped class sometimes. I also started smoking around this time, but used a vapor pen as opposed to regular cigarettes.

Halfway through my sophomore year, I meet this girl named Annie. She was short little fox with a long tail and brown eyes. We both had math together, and started talking. We got to know each other, exchanged numbers, and started hanging out. A week passed, then two. Annie and I got close, and I started telling her about the last two years of my life. She'd sit with my by my car, or someone other place we were hanging out at, and listen to my bitch and whine about how shitty my life was. She was a pretty girl, with long brown hair that matched her eyes. She always leaned towards wearing shorts and tank tops, which was smart in California with the ridiculous heat.

One day, like any other, I was laying on the hood of my car, spouting off my night to Annie. She was sitting beside me, her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail. She was listening to me complain and whine, giving small bits of encouraging advice every now and then. I had a paw behind my head with the other paw around my vapor pen, smoking with slow, steady drags. I went back to whining about my life, but this time Annie did something different.

She leaned over, then kissed me. Right on the lips, with an easy pressure. It took me way off guard, since I'd never kissed a girl before. It was nice though. She had soft lips, and her long hair tickled my face. So I kissed her back, not really knowing what to do. Annie pulled away, then looked at me with her soft brown eyes.

"Uh..." I looked at her. "What was that for?" I asked her.

"I like you, Thomas, I really do," she said. "I feel like you telling me about your crappy life is helping you, and I'm glad that I can be here."

"Yeah," I nodded, still not sure why she had just kissed me. "But why did you kiss me?"

"I think your cute," Annie said. She put her head on my chest now, laying down on her stomach. I felt myself let out a soft moan, feeling Annie's small breasts push against my chest. I felt myself stir downstairs, then swallowed. Annie put her paws on my chest, then kissed me again. This time I kissed her back with a bit more enthusiasm. I moved my lips against hers, and she pressed her paws into my chest. I felt myself shift more, my small sex pushing in my jeans. I could feel myself getting harder though, liking the way it felt to have Annie kiss me.

A week later, Annie and I were pretty much together. If I wasn't hanging out with Anji, I was hanging out with Annie. We'd take my car and drive around Monticello, looking for things to do to pass the time until she had to go home. She lived with her mom and dad in a small house that was seven minutes from our school, and sometimes I'd come to pick her up. I was sixteen with a license, and a job, so her parents definitely looked on me with favor.

Annie and I stayed together for a good six four months or so. We hung out, got closer, spent tons of time together. But over the summer, before my junior year in high school, I kind of fucked it up for the two of us. No scratch that, I totally fucked it up. Annie and I had been at a community swimming pool late one night, and I had been swimming in the cold water. Annie was sitting on the edge of the pool with her feet in the water, watching me swim back and forth.

After I while I got out of the pool and laid down on a chair I had, letting myself dry of naturally. Annie laid down beside me on the chair, and I'd scooted over to make room for her. We both laid there for a while, then Annie ran her paw down my arm, and took my paw in hers. Then she tugged it down her sides, and I pushed it under her stomach. I caught on to what she wanted, and rolled over on my back to allow myself a bit more paw freedom. I wasn't sure about it though, and looked up to make sure we wouldn't get caught. But there wasn't anybody else around, so I figured "Why the fuck not?" and pushed my paw into Annie's tight black bikini bottom. The small fox moaned, her face laying across her arms while I did my thing. I'd never done that before though, but knew how to do it. So I pushed a finger into Annie's slit, trying to get a feel for it, then went for it.

It went well for ten minutes or so, with Annie wriggling on her folded down chair. My finger was getting sore, so I pulled it out, and started to use a different finger. I picked up the same rhythm, but Annie pulled my paw away, bitting her bottom lip.

"I'm good," she said it quietly, her lips quivering. "Thanks, baby."

"Yeah," I replied quickly, trying to keep the disappointment out of my voice. I didn't do to good a job though, because Annie said,

"Come on, you did fine. Don't act so put out."

"Then let me keep going if I was doing good," I put a paw behind my head, an annoyed look coming across my face.

"I will," Annie said. "Just not now, I don't want us to get caught."

"Who's going to catch us?" I turned my head, looking around. There wasn't anybody anywhere near us.

"Come on, let it go okay?" Annie said. "I'll let you get back in baby, I promise."

"Alright," I put my paws behind my head. I had apparently still sounded put out to Annie though, because she picked her head up.

"What's with you?" she asked me.

"What do you mean?" I asked her. "Nothings with me."

"It sounds like it," Annie said. "Don't act so put out because you couldn't keep playing with me."

"Kind of hard to stay put in if you pull a guy away halfway though," I muttered.

"What?" Annie's tone picked up now, and she looked at me with her steady brow eyes.

"We've been going out for, what, almost four months now? And just now you want to start playing around with you, but don't even let me finish?"

"Oh come on," Annie looked at me, her eyes narrowing now. "I said I'd let you play with me again.."

"Then let now be again," I put in. "There's no one around, so come on. Don't wuss out."

"Don't wuss out?" Annie looked at me, her eyes narrowed even more now. I bit my teeth, immediately regretting what I'd said.

"Hang on," I sat up, looking at Annie. "I didn't mean it like that, I just haven't ever done stuff like this with a girl before and I'm eager..."

"Okay," Annie sat up now, swinging her legs onto the ground. "I can see your eager, but since I'm a wuss, maybe you should try this out with someone else."

"Hey, wait come on," I stood up while Annie snatched up her tote bag and her sandals. "Annie, hang on," but she walked away from me. I opened my mouth at her back, then closed my mouth again. I watched Annie walk away, her small tail bobbing. I watched her go, then sighed and sat back down.

School came back around, and I rolled into my junior year at high school. I'd lost my girlfriend sure, but Anji was still sticking with me, and my job was still paying me. So I put Annie behind me, even though she was still going to the same school as me. I focused on my school work and my job, but my mom was still drinking.

It was bugging me now, coming home almost everyday to find her either leaving to go drink, or already sleeping on the couch. So now when I came home, I'd head to my room and do any homework I had, or watch TV. Anything to occupy myself while I was home alone. Sometimes I'd go out and hang out with Anji, or somebody else. Whenever I did this, my friends and I would always end up going to somebody's house and hanging out. Most of the time it was Anji's house, but only because he's parent's were seriously cool. Sometimes we would go to my house though, but sometimes my friends would end of drinking. I wasn't a big drinker, and didn't actually like the taste of liquor, or beer for that matter. I was more content to sit on the couch and smoke while my friends got drunk. If a bottle got passed around, I'd pass it on to the next guy. But, my mom unfortunately had really good eyes for seeing that her liquor bottles were lower on liquids, so we never hung out at my house to drink. If we drank, most of the time we went to Cale's house. His parents had a huge stash of liquor and booze in their kitchen, and they went out a lot. Still I was happier to smoke, and only took a small nips from the light liquors. Even that made my tongue curl up though.

My junior year got started, and it was around that time that Joel Peters showed up at my house one night. A tall, lean otter that my mom had meet at a bar, she had taken him home to hang out for a little while. I had shaken his hand, said it was nice to meet him, then gone to bed. It had been a couple of years since my mom had had any company since my dad had split, so I hadn't felt any certain type of way. The next morning though, I came downstairs to find Joel sitting on my couch, watching a football game.

"Hey, Thomas," he smiled at me. "How are you?"

"Uh," I scratched my head, "Fine." I heard a scraping sound in the kitchen and took a few steps back, then saw my mom in the kitchen, cooking.

"You cooking?" I asked. My mom turned around, then smiled at me.

"Yeah, eggs and toast if you want any," she told me. "If not I know you have school, and I don't want you to be late."

"Uh..." I scratched my head agin, still tired. It had been a little while since I had seen my mom up before me on a school day, or any day for that matter. "No, I'll grab something from school," I told her. Then I went back upstairs, grabbed my school bag and left. I drove my car down the street for a while, then drove over to Anji's house to pick up the wolf when he asked me. I drove Anji and I to school, and brought up Joel.

"And he spent the night?" Anji asked.

"Yeah," I nodded. "I thought it was super fuckin' weird, and then when I got up, my mom was in the kitchen, cooking."

"Right," Anji nodded. "Well, maybe she likes him. You know?"

"Yeah," I nodded, taking the turn to get to our school parking lot.

Joel was with my mom for no more than a year. They dated for two or three months, with Joel taking my mom out to dinner or a movie every other day of the week. I was still getting used to him being there, since there hadn't been another guy in my house since my dad had left. One night he was staying over like he did sometimes, but I opted out of having dinner with my mom and Joel. I had school the next day and didn't want to fall asleep in class. I got upstairs and got in bed, but texted back and forth with a friend of mine for a good hour. I let my buddy go, then rolled over and feel asleep. The next day I got up, and went to school like normal.

My friend, Chelsea Timin, was a junior, in the same grade as me. We had been friends for a couple of years now, and she had always come to hang out with me when I was with my friends. She listened to metal like I did, wore black, and had a good figure. She was shorter than me, but being a squirrel that was understandable. She had a long busy tail and short brown fur, white creamy colored white fur on her cheek and her body.

One day I was sitting in some class or another, and Chelsea was hanging out with me. Anji was sick, and hadn't come to school. So while the teacher stood in front of our class and lectured us, Chelsea and I swapped a note back and forth. Yes, we were sitting right next to each other, but that was the kind of relationship the squirrel and I had. We goofed off a lot together, almost acted like boyfriend and girlfriend, but we weren't quite that.

Chelsea handed me the note back and unfolded it, slouching down in my seat with my feet on the edge of the desk. I looked at the note, reading back all the stupid and silly shit we had been writing, then I read what Chelsea had written.

Lol! Ikr. So, r u doing anything later tonight? I looked at the words, then felt my face get a bit red. I stole a glance at Chelsea, and she glanced back at me. Her own white cheeks had picked up a small pink tint, and I looked back at the note.

No, probably not. Y? I wrote down. I folded the note back up, then slid it back to Chelsea. She took it, and our fingers touched or a second. I immediately felt my face get even redder, and I cursed myself for having such bright white fur.

Chelsea slid the note back to my paw, and I took it. I unfolded it, then read what she had written.

Okay. Would you maybe want to come hang out at my place, tonight? My parents won't be home, and it gets boring over there all by myself. My cheeks burned red now, and I thought that if I started exhaling, I'd breath fire. I swallowed though, and wrote her a reply.

Sure. I'm sure my mom wouldn't mind If I stayed out a bit later, since it's a Friday.

I felt a warm shiver run through my body, and I swallowed again. I was horny, best word to describe the feeling I had, and I pressed my pencil pretty hard into the paper. I folded the note back up, then pushed to Chelsea. She took it, our fingers touching again, and I put my paws in my lap. She unfolded the note, then started to write a reply.

She passed it back to me quickly, and I unfolded it.

Okay! That sounds cool! Can you come back at 7? she wrote. I paused, thinking. I wasn't doing anything at seven, and she probably didn't even want to have sex. I smiled to myself, feeling stupid that I'd even thought that. I wrote a reply down,

Sure, that sounds fine.

then passed the paper back to the squirrel. She took the paper, and unfolded it. I glanced at her, watching her read it, and her cheeks brightened a shade. I looked back at my knees, making it look like I was listening to what my teacher was saying. I heard Chelsea scribbling on the paper, then she folded it. She slid the paper back to me, and I took it. I unfolded it, then read the new line.

Okay, I'll see you then! :) and a smiley face. I smiled myself, and folded the note up. A second later the bell for the end of class rang, and I stuffed the note into my pocket. I threw my school stuff into my backpack, then left class. Chelsea and I said by to each other, and I walked out of school to my car, smiling.