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One Rainy Day	By : lein Category: +S through Z > TaleSpin Views: 23031 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-One Rainy Day
- 2-After the Rain
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Puddles of rain.
In the early morning dawn, nothing much stirred aside from the puddles.
Night time has gone. It’s early dawn, time for a brand new day. As the sun struggles up from behind a blanket of thick rain clouds, life down below goes about as normal. In a tree, a mother bird flaps of in search of food for her hungry babies. A few seconds later, a police car speeds past, splashing water everywhere. It’s about 6 in the morning. Early for some, but the average star of the day for others. Despite the rain, despite the howling winds, life goes one.
The first thing Rebecca was aware of was the sound of rain, drumming on a roof. The second thing She was aware of was that she was laying in a bed. Slowly, she cracked open her eyes, and stared at the wooden beams that criss-crossed the ceiling above her.
Her neck ached when she lolled her head around. Water was streaming down the window, distorting and warping the images of the outside world. She sighed and raised her right arm so that she could touch her forehead.
Her brain throbbed sightly with all the sings of a hangover. She sighed and closed her eyes again, sinking back into the sheets. She’d been drinking again.
Suddenly, her eyes flung open, and her mouth dropped like a stone. Drinking!?! She paused, not breathing, as she began to remember what had transpired. The storm up north, grounding Baloo and Wildkat. The angry customers, the power blackout. Then, she and Kit went to the utility shed to look for some oil lamps and then, they… they…
She groaned loudly, as she smacked her forehead with both paws. Oh, God no.
Her thoughts were derailed by the sound of someone knocking at the door. She looked over at the door, to see a large poster of a female cat wearing a tight fitting bathing suit.
“Ms. Cunningham?” She recognised Kit’s voice. “Are you alright in there?”
“I’m fine, Kit,” She said looking around the room. There were clothes everywhere, along with underpants and socks. She scoffed. This was Baloo’s room.
The handle of the door turned, and opened. Kit poked his head through, and then pushed it all the way open. He came in carrying a tray with two cups of steaming hot coffee. “How are you feeling now, Ms Cunningham?” Kit asked. He had a warm smile across his face.
Rebecca returned his smile. He was being such a nice sport after she took advantage of him. “A little stupid,” she said. He handed her a cup. She took it from him, and gave a little sip, before placing it on the nightstand beside the bed. “I’m not mad at you,” Kit said, sitting down on a stool, “If that’s what you think.”
“Kit,” Rebecca started to say, as she sat up. The sheets feel down around her, and she realised that she was naked. She blushed heavily beneath her fur, and grabbing the sheets, covered up her exposed chest. She glanced nervously over at Kit, and was surprised to find him chuckling.
“Don’t worry, Ms. Cunningham,” he reassured her, “I’ve seen it all before.” That caused her blush on her skin to become visible. “Hey,” Kit reassured her, patting her leg, “It’s okay,” he shrugged his shoulders and half looked away, a little embarrassed himself. “I enjoyed it.”
"What?" she said, blinking.
He took a deep breath. "I liked having sex with you."
She stared at him. "You... liked being taken advantage of?"
"By you. Yes. Did you like have sex with me?" She smiled sheepishly. nbspnbsp; He kissed her on the lips. "Did you, Ms Cunningham?"
After a moment she let go of the sheets that cover her up, and the dropped, revealing her breasts to him once more. She reached out with her arms, encircling his back. One paw went down to the small of his back, while the other, rose to grip the back of his head. She pulled him close to her, opening her mouth against his, and their tongues met.
Kit placed his coffee cup down next to hers and reached his arms around her back, returning her affections. He stroked her spine, with one paw, while stroking her soft silky hair with the other.
Rebecca cooed softly as their lips broke contact. Suddenly, she pushed away from Kit, unable to look back at him. “No!” She said, forcefully, “This is wrong.”
“Ms. Cunningham,” Kit said, “I said it was okay. I’m not angry at you. What happened out in the utility shed was a wondrous experience for me.”
“Yeah, right,” Rebecca said, folding her arms to cover he breasts from his sight. “With the magical ingredient of alcohol.”
“But I told you that I enjoyed it,” Kit said.
“But what about me?” Rebecca said, turning to face him. “What about my feelings? I got drunk and… and had sex with you, Kit. I practically raped you.”
“No you didn’t,” Kit said, reaching out a paw to touch her face, but she backed away from his touch. “I wanted it too.”
“You were nervous, Kit,” Rebecca said, “Do you remember the objections you made, trying to get me to stop you?”
“Yes, I do,” Kit replied. “But if I remember right, as long as no one is forced to submit, and that no one suffers permanent injury, that is not rape.”
“Kit…” Rebecca began, but he quickly cut her of.
“I was scared because I’d never experienced sex before in my life. But if I really didn’t want to have sex with you, I would’ve prevented you from going any further. Because I didn’t means that I wanted to experience sex. Because I allowed you to have sex with me, means that you didn’t rape me, Ms. Cunningham, and that I willingly submitted.” Rebecca still didn’t look at him, but remained silent. Slowly, gently, he reached out, and took hold of her paw. He then lifted it to his face, and rubbed it along his cheek fur. ”Thankyou for a wonderful experience, Rebecca.”
Rebecca smiled back at him. It was the first time she’d ever recalled where he’d called her by her first name. He then lowered her paw, down to his pants, to let it rest between his thighs. She never noticed when his paw left her paw, and it remind there. To Kit, she was warm and so soft, and her touch was... very... arousing. “I remember…” Kit said in a low voice as he closed his eyes. “When we were in the shed… you said that… that if I didn’t want this, to… to let you k-know.”
“And?” Rebecca asked with a slight smile, as she squeezed, producing a gasp from Kit. She undid the button on his pants and slid them down halfway, her palm brushing his inner thigh. Moving up to lightly stroke his shaft with just a single finger, she slid her soft caress up and down over its entire length. He gasped as she stroked along his erection, and started to squeeze, rolling him between her fingers and palms sharply and repeatedly.
“Oh, God,” he whispered. He began to shift and squirm about in his chair, his breathing becoming more loud, and harsh… Until he stiffened – his breath caught in his throat – then, he could breath again. His body sagged back down into the chair, and his breathing returned to its normal rate. Rebecca smiled at him, and released him, leaning back. She picked up her coffee cup, and sipped quietly from it. A sly smile on her lips. Kit mopped his brow, and let out a loud sigh. “Holy cow.” He murmured. “That, was… something.”
“You like it?” Rebecca asked.
“Fuck yeah!” Kit said spontaneously. Then, covered his mouth. “Oh, sorry, I mean, yes. That felt good.”
“I think you’d better go have a shower, Kit,” Rebecca said, lowering her gaze to his thighs. “It’ll freshen you up.”
“Okay!” Kit said with a quick nod, and then got up too fast, tripping over his own pants, which were still down around his ankles. He blushed, upon hearing Rebecca’s giggles from behind. He then pulled his pants all the way off, and hurried from the room, accidentally knocking over a lamp on the way out.

***
Kit sat on the floor of the shower, his head tilted back, feeling the warm water running through his fur, soaking him through to the skin underneath. With his eyes closed, his ears were concentrating on all the noises of the bathroom. The water from the shower head, the sound of the drain as it flowed, the drops of water, hitting the shower door, and floor. He reached up with both hands, and drew his fingers through his head fur. It was absolutely amazing what had happened to him just this morning. Usually, when Rebecca had been drinking, she’d been a klutz, falling over this and that, or usually snapping at he and Baloo for the most minor things.
But this…? A small smile escaped his lips, and he licked some water from them. Talk about the right time and moment. Still, he couldn’t help but think about the things Rebecca had said. She’d been drunk, and taken advantage of him. That she’d raped him. He’d just as easily dismissed those accusations, mainly because he didn’t want her feeling bad about the whole affair. After all, he should’ve stopped it, but he didn’t. Why didn’t he? Well, after two hours of thinking about it, he came to the conclusion that he’d wanted it. Coming into teen years, and experiencing things he’d never experienced before. Strange feelings, and looking at other girls.
If anything, he was about as guilty as she claimed to have been. Kit then grinned, and vented a half chuckling, half growling sound. Besides, it felt great. He gave out of loud groan, and pressing his back against the wall, climbed to his feet. He shook his head free of water once it was clear, and brushed his head fur from his eyes, and blinked. He then moved turned of the taps, and…
…And nearly jumped from his fur, when another paw was placed on top of his. His feet slipped from under him, and he fell, only to be caught by a pair of strong arms. When his breathing rate had returned to normal, he opened his eyes. Even with the water from the showerhead, splashing right in his face, he peered though the water, and saw… “…Ms. Cunningham!?!” He cried out in surprise.
She smiled down at him. “What ever happened to Rebecca?”
“What…?” He blinked the water out of his eyes, and stood up. “What are you doing here?” She was butt naked, standing half in and half out of the shower door. Behind her, a discarded bathrobe lay on the floor, next to his clothes.
“I felt like having a shower too,” she said, running her right paw through her hair.
“Well, I just finished,” Kit said, “It’s all yours…” He trailed off, as he tried to leave, but she blocked his path, with her body.
“I want to have one with you, Kit,” she cooed, stepping into the shower, closing the door behind her. Kit backed up against the wall; he was blushing heavily under his fur, as Rca cca came into the small shower with him. With the door closed, the steam from the hot water wasn’t escaping as much, and things began to literally heat up inside the small shower. She stepped closer to Kit, her breasts pushing into his soaked chest fur, while her arms circled the back of his head, bringing his lips to hers. Kit began to relax. He let out the breath he was holding, and began to return her kisses.
She traced lazy designs down his arms, giggling inwardly as he instinctively tried to pull his left arm away from her in embarrassment. As she leaned back against his body, she reached down and snaked her arms around his neck, feeling his wet, fur slide between her fingers. His heartbeat echoed through her back, pounding in her own chest, and she could feel him tremble as she softly caressed the back of his neck. She gasped and fell back against the wall of the shower. Kit broke off the kiss, and moved down to the hollow of Rebecca's throat. As his lips moved down to this area, her paws d upd up to the back of his head, pressing it toward her.
Fire seared Rebecca’s blood as she felt Kit’s paws run up the sides of her legs, stopping at her hips and pulling her away from the shower wall. He ran his paws up her back, pulling her closer to him till she could feel his hips moving in sync with hers. Sparks exploded behind her eyes as she felt him kiss the tender spot where her shoulder met her neck.
She ran her paws up his back, feeling the water from the shower course through his fur. Slowly, she raked her fingers down his back, delighting in his immediate reaction. Every inch of his tone body went rigid, and he let go of her, putting his paws against the wall as he gasped. She circled his waist with her fingers and slowly slid her paws up his chest, smiling at his rapid heartbeat. As she reached his neck, she leaned back against the wall and ran her fingertips down his arms till she had a hold of his paws. He took her paws and held her arms behind her back, pulling her tightly against him again.
More touching, mischievous caresses that turned from play to something more erotic, until Kit took her paw and guided it down. "This?" He smiled, looking into her eyes. "Hmmm, yes," she growled and squeezed, eliciting ap frp from him, "Now?" she asked.
"Now," He moaned back at her.
Rebecca knelt down slightly, before moving her hips to his. She held her breath, and then released it as they joined. Kit sighed happily, and moved his arms around her, and she, likewise. Then, together they both slowly lowered to the ground, until they were sitting on the floor of the shower, legs wrapped around each other. “Mmmm, Kit,” Rebecca, moaned, as they started to move together. “You feel… so good.”
“You… too.” He gasped, hugging her tightly.
They moved together in a rhythmic motion, their hips locked together, Kit’s head against her chest, while Rebecca’s tilted back. Kit’s breath was short and rapid, while Rebecca moaned in passion. Soon, her moans increased their volume, as Kit’s breath became more forceful. Then, she cried out, while Kit groaned -- almost growled – and their grips tightened against each other. Then, it was over, and their grips loosened, and they sagged against one another, feeling the pelting of the water from the showerhead, coursing through their fur, soaking them to their skin.
Kit’s breath was short and sharp, as he came back down. He could feel Rebecca’s breath, stirring his matted head fur. As his heartbeat slowed down, his smile returned, and he squeezed Rebecca lovingly, and snuggled closer to her. She responded by patting his back, and stroking the back of his head, like she would comfort a child.
“Good boy,” she whispered to him, “good boy.”

***
Rebecca finished towelling Kit’s head off, and then casually tossed it over onto the rack, where it caught on the hook. “Good shot, Ms. Cunningham,” Kit said, observing Rebecca’s skill.
“Why thankyou, young man,” she said, giving him a quick peck on the cheek. “There,” she said, standing back, all done.”
Kit stood up and ran his fingers through his head fur. Completely dry. He wore a bathrobe while Rebecca wore heres with a towel wrapped around her head. “Amazing,” He said, “You’re wonderful, in more ways than one.”
Rebecca smiled. “First time you’ve done it in the shower?”
“Ms. Cunningham,” Kit reminded her, “This is the second time I’ve ever had sex in my life. I’ve never had the opportunity to do it in the shower.”
“So, what do you think?” She said, giving him a lazy eye.
“Not bad,” he said, one side of his mouth going up. “Is there any other place you can have sex, that you haven’t told me about?”
“You haven’t tried it in a bed, with sheets and all,” she said.
“Something to try tonight, eh?” Kit asked, grabbing a comb.
“It’s a date, Mr. Cloudkicker,” she said with a growl. She then came up from behind him, and snaked her arms around his chest, hugging him to her. Kit sighed and put down the comb, and reached up to stroke her right cheek.
“So,” he asked softly, “Is this a thing?”
“Is what a thing?” She asked, rubbing her paws over the front of his bathrobe.
“You and I,” he asked, “Are we a thing?” He reached up both paws, to play with her cheek fur.
“Once, is a surprise,” Rebecca said. “Twice, is a coincidence,” she then slipped her paws inside his bathrobe. “Three times,” she grinned, running her fingertips over his nipples, “Three times is a thing.”
It was Kit’s turn to moan, and he tilted his head back. Rebecca tilted hers down and they kissed. She broke the kiss, and then withdrew her paws, and slowly turned Kit around so that he faced her. He reached up behind her head, seeking to resume the kiss again.
When they broke again to take a breath, Kit said, “Gee, it’s only been half an hour.”
“As far as I’m concerned,” Rebecca said, undoing the of of his bathrobe, “That’s long enough.” She then pushed aside the robe, so that she could massage his chest with both paws. She then tilted her head down to Kit and began her kiss all over again.
Kit’s knees nearly buckled from the sensation of her paws on his chest. His own paws undid her robe, and began stroking along her sides, pushing back the cloth of her bathrobe until her breasts were fully exposed. Both nipples were erect. He reached up, and gently placed both paws on her breasts.
Rebecca gasped, and her paws gripped his chest tightly, her claws nearly digging into his skin. This only helped to heighten Kit’s excitement. He squeezed her breasts a little harder, producing louder moans from Rebecca, and almost making her buckle from the sensation.
Rebecca titled her head back, the towel on her head came lose, and feel to the floor. She then lowered her head back down, and her mouth pressed against his neck, and started to return the affection, with small licks and nibbles.
Kit began to breath heavily and stopped, playing with her chest, to push her bathrobe aside completely, letting it fall to the ground with a soft plop. He then took one of her breasts with both paws, licking and nipping at it. She slid her paws down him, wrapping one around his rump and inner thigh and squeezing, pressing him against her hips and releasing him, pressing, scratching, releasing--he gasped, pressing against her harder as her other paw moved across his back.
“The bed?” He asked in a short whisper.
“The bed.” She answered back with a sigh.
Kit released her, leaning back, and her paws removed his bathrobe, discarding it near hers. Then, she wrapped both arms around him, and lifting him up, she carried him over to Baloo’s bed, and lay him gently down onto the mattress. The sheets were already pulled back from when she’d gotten up, and so she just climbed up on top of Kit, lowered herself onto his body, and puled the sheets over the two of them.
His arousal was hard against her stomach, as her body touched his. She gazed, lovingly into his eyes, and he did likewise. She lowered her lips to his, and kissed him, their tongues danced about halfway between their lips, as they hugged each other tightly.
Breaking the kiss Rebecca slid forward, purposely dragging her bosom over his face in the process of straightening up. She drew her legs up and kneeled, straddling Kit's waist. He grunted, rubbing both paws across the furred thighs while gradually he felt a pulsing moist warmth squeeze over his arousal.
Rebecca shuddered, and lowered herself down top of kit, pulling the sheets over their heads so they were emersed in near darkness.
Kit could only see Rebecca’s smiling face, her damp hair hanging around it in strains. Rebecca on the other hand concentrated only on his eyes, the way they sparkled in the darkness. She lowered her head and kissed his lips hungrily. Kit gave a jab of his hips, making her squeal in surprise. He laughed softly, and licked her nose. She grinned down at him, and with a small sigh, began to rock her hips against his. The bed occasionally squeaked at the love making, while the sheets moved up and down like waves crashing on the beach.
Rebecca let out a cry of passion, tossing her head back, throwing of the sheets, leaving them covered from the shoulders down. She propped herself up on her elbows while she continued to move with Kit. This allowed Kit to reach up and grope her breasts, which bobbed up and down in sync with her thrusts. He rubbed his thumbs along her nipples while squeezing her breasts with each thrust.
This in turn made Rebecca moan even louder, and increased her thrusts. Her fingers moved to grip the sides of his head, and rub up and down through the fur there. She tilted her head down, and gritted her teeth, as her thrusting increased it’s speed, making eve Kit moan.
“Dear… God…” Kit managed to gasp out. “This… …is… incred - IBLE…!” HE squeezed harder, making Rebecca moan loudly.
“Don’t… stop…” She gasped at him. “Don’t sto - UUUGGGGGHH!!!”
Kit cried out too, squeezing her breasts harder than he really should’ve. Rebecca gripped Kit tight too, nearly digging her claws into the sides of his head. They came together, and then collapsed together, buried beneath a bundle of sheets. Rebecca’s arms lay out to the sides, along with Kit’s, as she lay on top of him. Kit’s head was off to the side, not quite under her body. The two of them lay there, not moving, just breathing in and out. In and out.
“God…” Kit managed to finally say. “…You’re wonderful…”
“So are you…” Rebecca whispered back to him, and moved her head so tat she could kiss Kit on his cheek.
For about five minutes, they lay there, just breathing softly, not moving, until Kit said, “So, is this a thing now?” Rebecca smiled.
“Yes, Kit,” she said, kissing his lips, “It’s a thing.”

***
The day eventually finished, and the weekend came. Rebecca and Kit were now more intimately involved with each other than they had ever been before.
After two nights of sleeping with Rebecca, lying against her soft fur, head nestled in the curve of her neck and her arms curled protectively around him, his own bed and bedroom was all but forgotten. Hardly anything got done around the office at Hire for Hire. Most of the time they were together, were chaste -- she was often content to only cuddle.
Most other times during the mornings and night, she was playful, and almost played a game with him during the day. She’d ask Kit to help her with something, only to end up naked on the floor with him on top of her in an entanglement of limbs. As they went to bed Sunday night, Kit had experienced at least fifteen different locations for making love. And he’d enjoyed every single one of them.

***
Kit woke up to the sound of rain thrumming loudly against the window of Baloo’s bedroom. He yawned and blinked into early morning dawn that somehow made its way past all the thick rain clouds and into the room. He licked his lips and grimaced at the foul taste in his mouth. His eyes suddenly flung open, as he realised it was Monday, and he had to get to school. But the thought quickly left his mind, as he realised that today was a public holiday, and he didn’t have to be at school until tomorrow.
He rolled his head up and looked over at the window; he was stiff, and his neck ached. This was from lying on an unfamiliar bed under a thick blanket, thin sheets and… and a woman was asleep in his arms. Oh, yes. Rebecca's head was nestled up close, her eyes closed and mouth open a bit, exposing thin black lips and harsh breath. For a while he watched her sleeping, then touched the fur on her muzzle, just a fingertip; she made a small sound and the fur of her arm brushed against his chest as she moved, then settled again and didn't stir as he disengaged her arms.
The cold morning chill greeted him as he left the warmth of the sheets, and tiptoed across the floor to the door. He was naked and his fur wasn’t much help, making him rub his paws up and down his arms as he reached the door. He opened it ever so slightly, and closed it just as quietly, making sure not to disturb Rebecca.
He then quickly ran down the hall towards the bathroom. Closing the door, he turned on the heater, and went over to the toilet to relive himself. While he was washing his paws, the phone rang downstairs. He shook his paws free of water, then rushed downstairs to answer the phone.
“Good morning, Hire for Hire, Kit Cloudkicker speaking?”
“Hey, little Britches!” Baloo called back from the other side. “How’ve ya been?”
“Baloo?” After all that had been going on with he and Rebecca, he’d totally forgotten about his best friend. “Oh, I’m fine.”
“That’s good to here,” Baloo said, “Is Becky around?”
“Uhh,” Kit said, looking back up the stairs, “She’s not here yet,” he said.
“Really?” Baloo said, genuine surpise in his voice. “That's totally unlike her to be late.”
“There's a first time for everything,” Kit countered.
“Okay,” Baloo said, “Anyhow, when she dose show up, tell her that Wildkat and I will be home by mid-afternoon, we’ve just been given the clearance from Air-Traffic control.”
“That’s great, Pappa-bear,” Kit said, “See ya then.”
“Okay, Kit,” Baloo said, “Good-bye.”
“Bye!” Kit then hung up the phone, and shivered as an icy breeze blew through the room. He wrapped his arms around himself, and realised he was still naked.
“Maybe you should put something on!” Kit jumped at the voice from above him. He looked up the stairs to see Rebecca standing there in a bathrobe. The tie wasn’t done up and it hung open, ever so slightly. “Don’t want to catch a cold.”
“Ms. Cunningham,” Kit said pointing over to the phone, “That was…”
“Baloo,” she said, “Yeah, I heard. The phone woke me up.” She brushed a strain of hair out of her eyes. “So, what did he have to say?”
“That he and Wildkat would be coming home about mid-afternoon today.”
“Well,” Rebecca said, descending the stairs. “That doesn’t leave us much time, doesn’t it.”
“No,” Kit said, shifting his gaze to his feet, “It doesn’t.”
“Why so sad, Kit,” Rebecca said, as she reached the bottom of the stairs. “Last night, you weren’t so… concentrated on what you were doing.”
“It’s been a wonderful weekend, Ms. Cunningham,” Kit said, as she crossed the floor to him, “But what happens now? Baloo and Wildkat are coming back today, then tomorrow, I go back to school.”
Rebecca encircled his waist, hugging his hips close to hers. “We can still have our special moments together, if that’s what you’re worried about.” She brought her nose to his, rubbing it in an Eskimo kiss. “I know plenty of places to go where we can do our business in private, and thousands of excuses to get us alone together. And no one will ever expect a thing.”
“Are you sure?” Kit asked, brining his paws up to cup her cheeks, “No one will ever find out?”
“No one,” Rebecca whispered, and kissed him. They extended their tongues and began dancing about. “We can do this for a long, long time, Kit Cloudkicker,” Rebecca said, as they broke for air.
“I like that sound of that,” Kit whispered back. He brushed her arms aside, and pushed the bathrobe aside, and off her shoulders, so that it collected in a neat pile at her feet.
“We have the entire place to ourselves until this afternoon,” Rebecca whispered into his ear, as they hugged each other. “It may not be like this for a long time afterwards.”
“So let’s make the most of it,” Kit finished.
The two of them stood there, in the middle of the room, naked, holding one another in a warm embrace. Kit’s paws caressed her head and then massaged her tense shoulders and neck. He slowly guided his right paw down her sleek back. When it reached her tail he continued the motion, gently stroking it. She rose up on her toes and reverse-arched her back, which simultaneously pressed her flat belly and firm breasts against him while presenting her derriere for further attention.
“Mmmmm,” Rebecca moaned, “Don’t stop.”
“The couch,” Kit spoke softly to her, as he gently moved her towards the large green couch near the stairs.
“It might leave a stain,” She moaned, as he eased her onto her back, the leather squeaking as she lay down.
“We have until mid-afternoon to clean it up,” Kit replied, as he climbed on top of her.
Rebecca glanced down between Kit’s legs and then looked back up to Kit’s face. “Please,” she whispered to him. “Hurry.”
“Patience,” he said just as softly, as he lowered himself down, and then moved forward. He paused, then ever so gently, eased forward, sighing as he was surrounded by warmth. Rebecca breathed a shuddering sigh.
“God, yesss…” Rebecca moaned, as she tightened her grip on Kit’s arms. Kit smiled, then dipped his head down to groom her breasts with his tongue, producing short and sharp gasps from Rebecca as he did so. Rebecca moved her paws to grip his back, as she held him to her.
“Dear, God…” Kit gasps as he lifted his head up to take a breather from her breasts, “…You’re beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Rebecca gasped as Kit started to tickle her nipples. “Oh, please…” She reached her paws down his back to grip his buttock, and squeezed, making Kit moan. She then started japing her hips sharply against Kit’s. No rhythm involved, just short and sharp thrusts, making both of them moan in passion.
Rebecca then thrust her muzzle to Kit’s, seeking his lips hungrily. Her paws wrapped around his back, almost crushing him into her belly. Now, her thrusts had stopped, replaced by Kit’s thrusting, even more harder than hers, making her moans loud, almost whimpering. As they approached their climax, her moans turned to cries of passion, Rebecca gasping out loudly, as he thrust harder, and harder, and harder, and… She screamed.
Her spine arched on the couch, while Kit groaned loudly, clenching his fists around Rebecca’s back, while Rebecca’s claws came out, pricking his back lightly. They remained in that arched position for nearly a whole minute, before slowly, lowering back down to the couch below, the leathqueaqueaking.
“Dear God… in heaven…” Kit gasped, “That was… was…”
“Wonderful,” Rebecca purred, snuggling close to Kit, “Absolutely wonderful. Kit Cloudkicker, you’re a great sex partner.”
Kit scoffed weakly at that remark with a half smile. “I aim to please,” he breathed. He opened his eyes to see that his head was resting comfortable between her breasts, and he smiled fully this time, before closing his eyes, listening to the rhythmic thumping of her heartbeat.
“I don’t believe you’ve ever fucked me that hard before.” Kit laughed again at her language.
“It’s a special day,” he said softly, reached up one paw, and began to lazily circle his fingertips around the only nipple he could see. Rebecca moaned in reply.
“You really like my bosom, don’t you,” she said with a smile.
“They’re just perfect,” he muttered weakly, “They’re just the right size, with the right amount of cleavage, and curved perfectly.” He squeezed her breasts, making her hum softly.
He moved to pull himself out of her, but she stopped him. “No,” she said, placing a finger on his forehead. “Not yet. When I say so.”
“Yes, Ms. Cunningham,” Kt replied, snuggling into the warm fur of her cleavage.
“Stay with me a little longer, Kit,” she whispered to him. “Please.”
“I will, Ms. Cunningham,” Kit answered, “I promise.” They snuggled closer together, trapping the warm of their bodies between each other; while outside, the pitter-patter of the rain was the only sounds that could be heard. As they slowly drifted off to sleep, two lovers in one another’s arms, they both realised, that nothing would ever be the same again, at Hire for Hire.
In the early morning dawn, nothing much stirred aside from the puddles.
Puddles of rain.
THE END.
AN/Hi all. Lein here. I'm glad all of you out there enjoyed my story. I know a few of you have been asking for me to write another chapter; so I did. However, I intend to leave it at that this, no more, so please don't ask me, Please? Thank you. If you really want a sequal, then I suggest that you write it your self, for I'm going to be very busy for the coming four months, and I am not going to have any free time for writing. Good luck to you all in the future. Lein.
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