"Is it ok if I get changed here?" Kyle peeked out from behind his book, black-tipped Coyote'Struct ears swiveling forward. Perched precariously on one leg, Linda looked back at him over her shoulder as she yanked a sock free. The Cat'Struct looked silly. "I really don't feel like running downstairs to the bathroom."

"What? Oh, sure," he said, hising the quiver in his voice. "Its nothing I haven't seen before." Not for months, though. And not Linda. But they were friends; close friends that a simple nudity issue couldn't hurt. Besides, she didn't find him attractive and wasn't trying to seduce him. Not Linda. She was just comfortable with her body.

"Thanks." She hopped on her other foot, somehow retaining her feline grace as she stripped off the other sock and tossed it onto the bed. Kyle forced his eyes around the room.It was tiny, but so was the summer cabin. Normally, the main bedroom would be open for occupation, but this year Linda's family was renovating it. So, they stayed in the converted attic space on two small beds.

Her bed was back against the far triangular wall, giving her a view of the stairs. His bed lay against the long wall, accross from the small dresser and closet. When they chose sides, he picked the one with the best reading light. With the tiny lamp over his bed, he could read clearly even with the main lights off. But it also let him see her.

Linda pulled her shirt over her head so casually; she crossed her arms,bunched the hem of her shirt in her hands, and lifted, pulling the fabric away from her chest. Her breasts matched her tall, slim body. Kyle easily imagined cupping them with his hand, fingers completely encasing the firm peaks. Her nipples stood out against the Cat'Struct's bodyfur, erect pink skin rising from a sea of creamy fur.

Breathe, he reminded himself. Breathe.

When Linda unsnapped the tail-hole of her jeans and panties, Kyle buried his eyes back behind the book. No, he said to himself. No, I can't.

But he did. Just as Linda bent down to free her legs. She lifted her tail and he caught a glimpse, just a glimpse, of her shell-pink labia. After that, he pushed himself into the book. A half paragraph into the next page he heard her bed squeak. "Want me to turn off the light?"

"Nah," she said. "I'm gonna read for a little bit."

Depite the early August heat piling up in the room like bricks, Kyle pulled a blanket over himself. Just in case Linda caught a glimpse of his erection.

***

"Bleah. Oh, nasty." Linda's ears perked up. She turned towards the bathroom, pulling her eyes away from the sparkles of light the lake trapped every morning. A breeze dancing accross the water filtered through the mesh covering the cabin's porch, a chill slipping its way through her bathing suit and under her fur.

"The water not good?" she asked, bare feet padding through the beaten carpet as she walked back into the cabin proper. A huddle of wicker furniture surrounded a coffee table and old holo-unit, decorated in wooden trim. Beyond that were the old, battered doors leading to the linen closet and the main bathroom. To the right was the main bedroom, closed off by her uncle with an 'under construction' sign and tape that glowed 'caution' in red. Just beyond that was the small kitchen and the front door.

Her cabin. Well, technically her uncle's cabin, but it would be hers in a few years. They'd recreated it from old Human records. It stood on the spot where the original had rested, beside Torch Lake in northern Michigan on upper part of the American continant. Some things had changed in the million or so years since Humanity first built cabins here. The temperature was warmer and the lake had deepened, swelled by controlled run-off from the polar caps. Generally, the weather was warm most of the year, save for winter when the rains hit. This was not the original Torch Lake by a long shot.

But some things hadn't changed. The cabin relied on old style pumps and wells for water. Hence the current problem.

"The water still too hard?" she asked, leaning against the wall.

"Yeah," he said. The door swung open and jumped back. Kyle's fur clung to his face and chest, heavy with water that reaked iron and minerals. She wrinkled her nose at the smell and looked away, eyes catching a stray glimpse at his damp swimtrunks. Nothing showed, the water was still too cold. Did she want to see? She'd looked but that was an accident.

"I guess it's to the lake, then." He ducked back inside and grabbed a bottle of concentrated shampoo, wrapping it in his towel. "You gonna give it a try?" She shook her head, the thought of bathing in the acrid water making her shiver.

"No. I'll just scrub up in the lake, too. Gotta brush my teeth, though."

"Cool. See ya there." She darted to the bathroom, uncapping the bottle of filtered water and quickly running her toothbrush underneath, soaking the bristles as they secreted toothpaste. She had to admit, a few modern conveniences were nice. The toothbrush design was one of the nicer gifts the Humans had left in God's databanks before going extinct.

Bathing suits still puzzled her. The blue one-piece she wore, aside from a modification for her tail, was still a Human design, though why anyone would need clothes for bathing escaped her. Even in the time zone they modeled their lives on, the Humans had odd ideas about their own bodies. She guessed they'd just inherited them without thinking.

As she walked to the lake, she thought about going swimming in the fur the way she did when she was a kit. Maybe that night, when conservative eyes slept, they'd go swimming together. But, as she spotted Kyle rising from the water, the thought froze in her and nervousness gnawed at her stomach.

She leaned against a pine tree by the back door and watched Kyle. Sand from the lakeside rattled against fallen pine needles as the breeze snatched it up. He squeezed a dolop of blue-green shampoo into his hand, then smeared it into the thick mane of fur covering his head, scrubbing until white froth appeared. Closing his eyes, he scrubbed the thickening lather against his shoulders, down his arms, into the downy fur covering his chest then over his belly.

When she wondered what it would be like for her hands to srub him, run through his fur and travel down his body, she cringed inside. Fur-dipping didn't make her nervous. It was doing it with him. They were too vulnerable. She was too vulnerable. Michael's departure still hurt in some ways, but she never really wanted another lover. She never really felt the need for it. Sex didn't obsess her the way it did some. It was just there; something she enjoyed now and again, but never really thought about.

Especially not with Kyle. He was too much a friend. She knew him too well; his vulnerabilities, his pecadillos. He was fresh from a less than lovely breakup himself. It was all too soon.

Then why could she not stop watching him bathe, tracing the path streams of water took through his fur as he sluced off the shampoo?

"Heya," he yelled out, waving. She froze. Had he seen her gawking at him? No, he was rinsing the soap from his fur at the time. Carefully, toes digging into the sand, she crossed the shore.

"How's the water?" she asked, her feet sinking in the wet sand.

"Cold, but survivable. It'll be warmer this afternoon." He sloshed his way towards the tiny peir where the family boat rested, hefting himself onto the sandy brown deck, water running down his body. The loose fabric of his swim trunks clung to him and she could see the outline of his sheath through the wetness.

"Don't mind the cold right now," she said, wading in until the icy water lapped at her belly button. "Helps you wake up." Taking a deep breath, she dived into the lake and the world around her collapsed into a tunnel of azure light. She heard her legs as she kicked throught he water, one rythmic, muted spash after another.

A sharp, wet crack shattered the silence and, with one hard kick, she surfaced. Her head was clear, skin tingling under her soaking fur. She couldn't run from her worries. That would be like hiding under water; a beautiful rest at first, but eventually it would drown her.

Swimming back to the pier, Linda decided that they would go swimming that night. And nothing would happen.

***

"So, you ready?" Kyle jumped a bit and pulled his eyes away from the quarter moon, high above the lake shore. Thin clouds drifted past the sliver crescent, pulled by a warm breeze that tugged at his swimtrunks. Lakewater pooled around his feet like liquid obsidian, shiny and black. Linda padded up to the beach, blue suit now an odd navy color in the low light. He couldn't believe he was doing this. But, she said the idea didn't bother her and she'd done it many times before.

"Yeah. Sure no one will see?" he asked, shaking. He felt his nipples tightening under his fur, not from cold, but just from the idea.

"I'm sure. It's dark outside and the lake isn't full this time of year. Plus, the trees have grown out since I was a kid. They'll block the neighbors," she said, sounding nonchelant about the whole thing. On the surface, that is. He thought he heard her voice crack and a worried feline yowl slip in. Linda couldn't be nervous about this. Not her. She was so casual, so confident about her body. She didn't look in the mirror and feel ashamed of her coat, or muzzle, or belly. Not like him.

Nah, he thought. It couldn't be that.

"You first." He motioned towards the water and the sound of lapping waves. She shrugged and walked through the low surf, water swirling around her ankles. Kyle crossed his arms, hugging himself as she slowly disappeared into the water, swimming close to the pier. Only waist deep, she stopped. Not facing him, but a quarter turn away, looking to his left.

Linda braced herself against the creaky wood, making sure her footing was sound, before pulling the shoulder straps of her bathing suit down. His throat clenched as the fabric hung loose against her breasts. She pulled one arm out of the suit, bearing her left bosom, then slipped the other one free. Blue fabric pooled at her waist. She hooked her thumbs into her suit and pushed it down until her the water suckled at her chest.

That last image, the thought of lakewater caressing her nipples like infinately smooth hands, was too much for him. His cock swelled in his sheath, thickening until it spilled into his shorts. A hot ache crawled up his groin, followed by a flush of embarassment.

He splashed his way into the cool water, letting it soak into his fur and through the fabric of his shorts. God, he couldn't believe that happened. He had to remain in control. Had to. had to focus on the icy chill seeping into his fur, surrounding his sheath and dousing the fire there. Too much was at stake.

Sinking into the water until it reached his nipples, he rested against the pier, wood digging into his back. It would be nice, though, being with Linda. He already loved her. They loved each other, though as friends. Once, when they first met, there was a possibility of something more intimate. But he'd found Anna and she'd found Michael. They'd thought they had found lovers for life.

Now they were alone. Now they were free... Why not?, he thought. Why not the two of us?

"Hey!" A wave of cold water smashed against his face. He sputtered, thoughts broken, and blinked his eyes clear just in time to see a dark shape sailing in his direction. Linda's bathing suit spattered against his muzzle. "Your turn. C'mon!" Inside, he sighed. There was nothing but playfulness in her voice. This was just a game to her. She didn't desire him. Not in the least.

"You asked for it!" Yanking his shorts off, he flung them at the Cat'Struct before leaping to tackle her.

***

She was ready for the wet shorts, but the tackle was a complete surprise. Linda's raised arms deflected the mass of wet fabric, tangling it around her forearm. With a flick of the wrist, she sent it back in Kyle's direction but the swimtrunks missed him and landed on the deck with a wet splat. Then he hit her, arms circling her waist and head mashing against her chest. She yowled. The force of his tackle knocked her back several steps and dug a thick furrow in the lake's surface.

"Kyle!" she sputtered, scooping up a handful of water and throwing it at his chest. "Silly."

"Hey," he said, swinging her around. "Your fault. You launched the strike, I was simply responding in kind..." She giggled. Kyle never failed to make her giggle. Even when things were seemed so bleak he was there. It was nice having him around; nice having him in hugging distance.

He felt good against her. Kyle was warm and solid. She felt like she could just let go and he'd catch her, keep her afloat in the cool water. Resting against him, she took deep breaths and let his scent fill her senses. Linda closed her eyes and rested against him, letting her hand slide up his back.

Kyle shivered against her. A tiny, vulnerable quiver. She pressed her toes into the soft sand covering the lake floor, digging in for support, but the motion rubbed her chest against his. Her nipples, already sensitive and taut from the cold water, sent tiny blue sparks down her spine as they collided with his sopping chest fur.

Linda sucked a breath through her teeth, paused, then pushed away into the cold water. "C'mon. Race you to the raft and back." She threw herself forward, arms digging through the water. Why was she running? Was it because of that quick brush against him? The way it felt.

No. It was how good it felt. And how much she wanted to do it again. Water churned around her and she focused on the deep, rythmic noise. This wasn't like her, this conflict. She usually felt so centered about things, so focused. One thing she prided herself on was how honest she was with herself; how comfortable she was with herself and her feelings.

But with Kyle; not with her best friend. More valuable than friendship, she could not imagine life without him there. Holding him, kissing him, even going further would be nice, but if things went wrong and she lost him....

She dunked her head beneath the surface and shook her muzzle. The icy water numbed her muzzle, but not her head. I don't want to lose him, she thought. Unbidden, the image of Kyle's furred form pressed against her, holding her close, swam before her eyes.

Water arced from her fur as she yanked her head skywards. She dragged air into her lungs. "Hey," said Kyle, muzzle inches from hers. She swam back a half-stroke, bumping into the anchored raft. "You ok? Seem kind of distracted. Something wrong?"

"It's nothing." The raft squeaked and creaked as it bobbed on the surface, rocked by a light wind. Linda grunted as she lifted herself onto the raft. Streams of water ran from her fur, spattering on the raft's laqured wood surface. Kyle hauled himself out of the lake, collapsing beside her.

"It's not nothing. Please?" He rolled onto his side, shilouetted by the tiny moon's light. Her eyes strayed skywards, away from his wet, naked form. She ached. Her chest ached, blocks of ice piling on her ribs, cracking them. She had to make a decision.

"I'll tell you when we get back to the cabin," she said. "Ok?"

"Ok," he said. He rolled onto his back and gazed skywards. She turned her head and watched him breathe, following the movement of his chest, belly, legs. Fingers clenched, she fought the urge to wrap her arm around him and feel his body rhythm herself.

Tonight, she thought. One way or another, it would be resolved tonight.

***

Kyle sighed and stared at the roof, following the whorls and knots in the wood. The grain flowed around them like dark currents around rocks or the lakewater rippling around the thick, weathered struts of the pier.

The pier. His memories of the pier flowed into memories of Linda, sitting on the pier, drying her fur with a towel. He clenched his fist and dug his fingers into the bedclothes. Swimming in the icy water should have frozen his feelings, locked them down like rioting prisoners. But they persisted. Worse yet, for a moment the thought she was wrestling with similar urges.

Linda's entrance sent the urges running into overdrive. He scooted up, leaning against the back wall, and let himself watch her for a moment. A smile crossed his muzzle. They were dressed in an odd yin-yang fashion; he wearing black sweatpants and no shirt while she wore a white nightshirt and nothing else.

"Kyle..." She sat on the edge of the bed, crossing her legs under her. "Um, I think we need to talk."

"Oh..." He crossed his arms, a chill slipping through his chestfur. "I, um, I kinda expected that..." Linda chewed her lip for a moment and he flipped his ears in concern. Was she shaking? He levered himself forward, head tilted and ears erect. "What's wrong?"

Linda yowled and clenched her arms around his waist, head resting against his chest. Before he could think, his arms were around her shoulder and he held her, hands massaging her back through the thin fabric of the shirt. She really was shaking like a newborn cub. Now he worried. He'd never seen her like this. Linda was strong, honest and forthright. But not tonight. She felt vulnerable against him. And he felt just as exposed.

"I'm scared," she choaked out. "I'm scared of losing you, too."

His throat tightened as he listened. Gods, why did she have to talk about this now? he thought. Just keep quiet and listen. Maybe it isn't what you think it its.

"I mean...I know I love you. But, I think I'm falling in love with you and that terrifies me," she said, tail flicking back and forth nervously, slapping against the covers. He whimpered inside. The swim. The swim was a bad idea; left them too vulnerable, too...too naked and honest.

"See," she continued, "I keep thinking how nice it would be if you and I were together. You're my best friend and I know you so well and...well, why wouldn't it work? Then I remember all my other friends who started dating, then started fighting, then never spoke to each other..." She shook her head, fur crackling with electricity as it rubbed against his naked chest. "I don't ever want to be that way with you. Five years we've been friends and I don't want to ruin it...I just...I don't know."

Kyle closed his eyes and shivered. Trust Linda to know exactly how he felt. Trust Linda to know how to say it aloud. Trust Linda to have the strength to do just that, no matter how hard it was for her.

"Do you feel the same way?" she said, softly. He caressed the downy soft fur along the base of her neck.

Trust Linda, he thought.

And then he kissed her.

****

He tasted like wintergreen mint. When his muzzle opened and wrapped around hers; when their lips met, teeth parted and tongues danced that was all she could think of. He tasted like wintergreen mint.

Linda broke the kiss, pulling away long enough to catch her breath. Kyle's arms circled tighter, pressing her close to him. Fur from his bare chest caught on the fabric of her night shirt. "Is that a yes?" she asked.

He laughed. "Yes." The knots in her stomach unwound and her heart calmed down. He said yes. He felt the same way. Oh, god, she thought. Now what?"

"Can I kiss you again?" Now she laughed. She cupped his muzzle in her hands and lightly kissed his nose. Then his lips. Then along his whiskers and throat.

"Is that a yes?" he murmured. Chuckling, she nipped his throat, then went back to kissing him. She'd forgotten the simple pleasure of kissing; the softness, the warmth, the way their hands explored as their lips and tongues played. Tingles danced up and down her fur, setting it on edge. Hand pressed against the mattress, she hefted herself closer, splitting her legs and straddling him.

Kyle hissed as she brushed against the thin fabric of his sheath. Inside, his sheath was filling. A nice bulge pressed upwards, catching on the fabric of her nightshirt. "Sorry," she whispered.

"Sokay," he said, nuzzling her cheek. "It gets that way when I'm kissing someone I'm in love with."

"Kyle," she said, teasing, lightly playing her fingertips accross the bulge. "It gets that way when the wind changes direction..." He laughed and squirmed under her, lap pressing against her panties. Should they stop there? Just kiss and hold each other?

His hands slipped around her waist again. Long fingers massaged the small of her back, kneaded the sensitive parts only he and her ex knew existed, quickening her breath. Warmth spilled from her belly up her chest. She did not want to stop there. "Lie back," she said, pressing him down, palm of her hand against his heart.

"Ok." The bed creaked as he settled in. She leaned back. Taking a deep breath, she crossed her arms, grasped the hem of her night shirt and lifted it. She gasped a little as the fabric rubbed against her breasts, catching on her nipples as she pulled the shirt away. Gods, she didn't realize she was that aroused. When she opened her eyes, she tossed the shirt onto the bed and looked at Kyle.

If she was surprised by how she felt, Kyle was stunned. Ears glowing pink, he looked at her for a moment then looked away. She frowned, arms sliding close to cover herself. "I'm not big, I know..."

"Nonono! It's not that..." He met her eyes. "You're beautiful. It's...I...I don't want to mess up, you know?"

She picked up his hand, kissed his fingers, and laid it accross her naked breast. Against the warm, rough flesh of his palm, her nipple tightened. "You can't mess up. Not with me." Giggling, she leaned down and tickled his dark areole, watching them stiffen as he squirmed. "You're allowed to enjoy this too, you know...Don't hold back. I want this..."

It was what he needed to hear. Hesitation fell away like broken chains. Both hands now cupped her breasts, covering them in warmth, massaging them against her chest. A tiny 'mew' slipped free when is fingers caressed her peaks, lightly rolling them between thumb and forefinger.

When his muzzle covered her left areola, she stopped meowing and started moaning. Rough and soft all at once, his tongue lapped at her, covering the sensitive skin with moist kisses. Every now and again, he sucked her teat between his teeth, holding it while the tip of his tongue lashed back and forth, back and forth. The sensation dripped down her body, flowing from her nippled through her belly and down to her sex, swamping her vulva in moisture.

Linda's eyes snapped open and she licked her teeth as an idea hit. "My turn." She pushed him away and slid down his body until she straddled his knees. Before he could even yip, she yanked down his pants, catching the hem against his sex and letting the fabric slide down his shaft. Pink and erect, his sex almost glowed as it spilled from his sheath.

"Careful," he whispered. "I'm--ahhh!" Her muzzle could barely contain him. Slim and tapered though he was, he was more than a mouthfull for her. Jaws spread, she bobbed her head up and down, letting the motion rub his thickening cock against her rough tongue. Kyle squirmed beneath her, whimpering like a puppy. Grinning around his shaft, she slipped her fingers around his testicles, massaging them, almost milking them.

His sac tightened in her palm. Hot liquid, just a drop or two, spurted onto her tongue and coated it. Thick, smooth and salty, she pulled away from him and licked her lips. "Almost had you there," she murmured. He laughed, then spun beneath her.

Before she could let out a surprised "Eep" she was on her back, Kyle looming over her. "How about a taste of your own medicine? Grinning, he covered her nipples in kisses, making her squeal and mew. Downwards traveled his muzzle, tongue lapping at her bellyfur, grooming it, dancing around her navel until he slipped between her legs. The tips of his fingers slid against her neitherlips. God, she didn't realize how wet she'd become until he caressed her labia. And then his tongue slide across her clitoris.

At a new years eve party a few years ago she and Kyle, tipsy from too many hits of sake, talked about sex. Sex, sex and nothing but sex. That night, as fireworks tore across the sky, Kyle told her that the one thing he loved most in the world about being with woman was going down on her. She never entirely believed him until now.

Eyes closed, she the sensations traveling along her body--warm and silky sensations, like hot chocolate syrup--became bursts of color. She imagined him kissing her, tongue stroking her pink lips, playing with them before delving inside her. Linda moaned and clenched down on him. His tongue slipped free, then returned, a sudden warm presence lapping at her aching clit. Bedsheets tore as she dug her claws into the mattress, thrashing and meowing, tail whipsawing back and forth.

It was too much. She wanted more. "Waitwaitwait..." she panted and pulled Kyle's muzzle from her sex. His lips and whiskers glistened. With a wet smack he licked his chops, hungry eyes meeting hers, wondering why he had to stop. Linda sat up, chest rising and falling in heaves as she gulped down breaths. "I want..." She reached between his legs and give his pink cock a long, deliberate stroke. "I want you inside me..."

"You...um...?" Kyle's eyes widened, surprising her. Had he never... Then she remembered. His ex almost never asked to have him inside her. The few times they did join, he always felt it was her way of plaquating him... scratching his itch so they could get back to something she enjoyed more.

"Yes...Please?" She wasn't his ex. God, she wanted him inside her. She wanted it so badly she ached.

"Ok," he said, kissing her belly. "You on top...please?"

Linda pushed him onto his back and straddled him. "Ok," she said, grinning. He laughed, then quieted as she grasped him again, thumb stroking the flared ridge around his cockhead. A droplet, clear and thick, formed at the tip and she spread it around as Kyle whimpered in pleasure. She scooted herself up, straddling his waist, angling his cock up towards her sex. Linda stroked her lips with his cockhead, the gentle sliding motion opening her labia.

A soft gasp slid through her clenched teeth as she drew him inside her. Ohhh, she though. Oh, God, he fits so well... Not too large, not to thick, Kyle's cock felt like it belonged inside her. Wet walls clenched against his length, she rocked herself back and forth, leaning forward to brush her exposed clit against his sheath. Beneath her, Kyle shuddered and bucked his hips, plunging himself deeper and deeper.

A trance slid over her. She closed her eyes, focusing on the explosions against her eyelids as they mirrored the explosions inside her. Bolts of electric blue pleasure streaked across her body when Kyle braced his hands against her breasts, kneading them, twisting and massaging her nipples. Shuddering, she clenched down on his cock, trying to hold him firm inside her dripping canal but he slipped free and sent another shockwave boiling inside her.

"I'mmm...gods, Linda..." Beneath her, Kyle stuttered, words collapsing into growls. His thrusts blurred inside her, one following another so quickly his cock seemed to be everywhere at once. And then Kyle howled. Hot seed poured inside her, squelching as his cock whipped it into a thick foam.

A yowl peeled from her muzzle as the first bursts of orgasm rose up inside her. One hand flew to her clitoris, violently massaging it while the other propped her up, letting her drain the last of Kyle's seed. Volley after volley of blue-hot pleasure exploded inside her as she came, her orgasm spilling out as incoherent moans and hot juices dribbling down Kyle's shaft.

When she opened her eyes, the soft expanse of Kyle's chest rose and fell under her cheek. His arms clasped her close and his cock softened inside her. She couldn't move. God, she didn't want to move. Linda wanted to swim in the pleasure for ages and ages, until sleep took her away.

Kyle kissed her, softly, but other than a few lazy caresses they did nothing for the next hour but hold each other, enjoy each other's warmth. It was heaven. For tonight, at least.

***

"Murf.." That was all Kyle could muster; a quick groan into the pillow. Sunlight lanced through the room, blinding him through his closed eyelids. He stretched, joints popping. God, he thought, was last night real? It felt real. One could not fake the wierd, achey glow that followed an intense night of lovemaking.

Slowly, the red glare of the sun faded, leaving behind an orange glow filtered through his eyelids. He opened them, gradually letting the morning rays soak in.

Linda's side of the bed was empty.

He grabbed up the bedsheets and pulled them against him, knotting them into something huggable. Did she run? Oh, God, she hated it. She hates herself for doing it and she ran, didn't she? A thousand and one horrible scenarios tore through his skull. With a whimper, he rolled onto his back.

"Morning."

Kyle looked up. Linda stood beside the bed, smiling, her oversized t-shirt flapping in the light breeze from the open window. Without a second thought, she grabbed the shirt's hem and skinned it over her head while he watched. The bed creaked as she hopped in and pulled the covers over them both, snuggling close. He felt his cock stirr again as her breasts, belly and leg slid against his side.

"Morning," he croaked out, weakly. "Bathroom?"

She nodded. "Yeah. Why?" Linda kissed his cheek. "Think I ran?"

"I...I was scared, yeah." He rolled onto his side, pressing her closer so their eyes could meet. "Last night was wonderful. I'm still waiting for the other shoe to fall."

"Maybe it won't." Reaching up, she caressed his muzzle witht he palm of her hand. "We can make this work if you want it...I'm not scared. I want to try. Do you?" He took her palm and kissed it, slowly, enjoying the velvet texture of her skin against his tongue.

"Yes," he breathed. "Yes, I do. Are...are you scared?"

"Me?" She giggled. "I'm terrified. But that's half the fun, right?"

He laughed. "Right. Half the fun--erk?" His flipped around as a hand grasped his thickening cock and massaged it. She just smiled wickedly.

"This is the other half." Linda leaned in and kissed him. Kyle lost himself in the moment, warmth flooding through him like sunlight through the window.

Together, they rang in a brand new day.

END

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