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And I'm back! Chapter 5 at last, 8 months in the making. You can expect more chapters over the course of winter break. I'd like to thank CarcinoGeneticist for his immense help in editing this chapter, and in helping me refine my characters to be deeper than simple sex machines - and another friend known only as A.D., for suggesting a certain something in the sex scene. Reviews are eagerly solicited; tell me what you think! And many thanks to everyone who rated and reviewed.
Chapter 5 – "More Arrivals and More Presents"
Angst, Anthro, M/F, Magic, Rom

Sunday, 6:30 PM
“Finally!”
Sarah folded up their Google map directions and stuck them in her bag as Elliot pulled the car into the driveway. Turning around and looking through the back window over the sleeping figures of Ellen and Nanase in the back seat, she saw as Susan's car followed shortly after and pulled up beside them. Unbuckling her seatbelt and stretching, she just wanted out of the car. An eight hour drive had wound up being a slight underestimate – this is just *too long* of a trip, she thought, even with a break in the middle.
Elliot pulled the key out of the ignition, craning his neck to look up the side of the house. “Wow... it looks bigger in person,” he breathed, eyes wide as he looked up at the three-story structure. “Upside of splitting the rent eight ways I guess. Where's the hot tub, on the deck?”
Slipping on her flip-flops, she replied, “I'll show you once we're done unpacking.” Twisting around in her seat, she leaned towards the back where Ellen leaned with her head on her redheaded girlfriend’s shoulder, their hands entwined on the brunette's lap. She smiled for a moment at the sight (she'd snapped a cute picture of the scene twenty miles earlier for the official Beach Week Travelogue facebook album), and reached out and shook the girls' knees where they touched. “Come on sleepyheads, we're here!” As the two of them startled awake and began disentangling themselves from their seatbelts and each other, Sarah and her boyfriend opened the front doors and got out.
Hefting her backpack, Sarah stretched her arms again and looked up at the house herself, taking it in with everybody else. It wasn't really three stories; the house was on stilts, almost its entire footprint at ground level a wide open area covered with concrete. A small structure sat in the center of the footprint – a storage room with a stairwell up into the house proper if she remembered correctly from when she had come here with her parents and big sister three years earlier – and standard backyard-type fence circled the edges of the concrete pad on the three sides that faced away from the street. Directly adjacent to the storage room a set of wooden walls screened off a few outdoor shower stalls. A deck completely encircled the top floor, a stairway leading up to it from the side of the driveway and stopping at a small deck directly in front of the front door on the lower finished level.
Susan emerged from her car, followed shortly by Justin. They were subdued, briefly commenting on the absurd level of traffic on the bridge to the barrier island as they opened her trunk – and Tedd and Grace emerged from the back seat, in the middle of some animated conversation. Sarah helped Elliot slide a few bags of luggage out of the back of his car in companionable silence, as Grace and Ellen chattered excitedly about the look of the house and its location just down the street from the beach access. Sarah smiled over the bag she was hefting at the dark-skinned girl's unbridled expression of joy at finally being there, and her repeated comments that she just couldn't wait to just run down the road and see the ocean. Grace had never been to a beach before and if she took to this place with anything near the level of enthusiasm she took to other new experiences, the rest of them would be struggling to keep up.
Her heart sank for a moment as that train of thought reminded her of some of the things Elliot had told her about Grace's plans for this trip. Like her desire to not need to wear clothes indoors. Sarah had almost come to expect things like that from Grace and she suspected that if the girl went around naked in squirrely form she would hardly even notice anymore, but she was still sometimes more than a bit self-conscious about her own status as their group's plainest member. She wasn't bitter – Grace was one of her best friends, and she loved spending time with her – but she still didn't relish the thought of competing with her multiethnic busty feminine wiles for her boyfriend's eyes. And as for what she'd heard about some *other* plans the squirrel-girl had cooked up... well, time would tell how she'd react, so long as the seyunolu wasn‘t too in her face about it.
Pulling bags from the back, she chided herself internally. She shouldn't be thinking like that. She knew Elliot only had eyes for her. He'd support her decisions in those matters and any others. They'd been together for over a year and a half, and nothing seemed likely to break that now. Hell, she reflected, he's screwing his *sister* – if we can take that we can take most anything…
Her heart briefly sank even further even as she closed up the back of the car. That thought was rather less comforting to her than she'd hoped. She knew she couldn't reasonably fault the twins for occasionally messing around – God knew that she'd had plenty of fantasies of what she would do if the cute guy she had seen in the mirror of Tedd's transformation booth had popped into reality. It was practically a sophisticated form of masturbation anyway, and she'd *given* her permission. She saw the Dunkel twins hanging out together all the time and it was plain to see that there was no threat to her there – there was probably more risk of losing Elliot to Nanase or Catalina of all people than to his duplicate. And half the time she just thought it was funny and kinda hot, and teased him about it. But still, sometimes the thought of sharing her boyfriend with anyone – even Ellen – just left an unsettled uneasy feeling inside her.
“...Sarah??”
She shook herself out of her thoughts. “Sorry Elliot, what were you saying?” she asked, looking over at where her boyfriend had picked up no fewer than three bags.
He looked at her for a moment, wondering about her sudden spacing out. “I said, do you have the keys and where are the bedrooms?”
“Oh, right.” She grabbed the keys she had picked up at the Nags Head rental office and followed behind Elliot as he, all of his and her bags in his strong arms, climbed the stairs to the lower level. The door opened without a hitch, and the gang started carting their luggage into the house.
Inside, the bedrooms were found on the lower level. An entryway full of hooks for drying towels gave way to a stairway and a hallway with four bedrooms. Closest to the entryway was a room with two twin-sized beds and two dressers. Susan and Justin took it without comment and immediately began putting their stuff away. Across the hall from them, Ellen and Nanase gleefully called dibs on a bedroom with one enormous mirrored dresser and a peculiar bunk bed, the bottom bed big enough for two and the top a single-person affair at a 90 degree angle – though she suspected that top bed wouldn't be seeing much use. Down the hall, across from a common bathroom, Tedd and Grace called a room with a simple queen sized bed and a large window facing the street. And at the end of the hall was the master bedroom Sarah and Elliot had taken dibs on even before the trip had begun, largest of them all with its own small attached bathroom and a queen sized bed: her prize for being the one to suggest the trip in the first place.
With eight people, all the luggage was efficiently offloaded in a matter of minutes. Elliot returned from his final trip up the stairs, dropping his duffel on the ground just as Sarah finished stashing a little black bag from within her suitcase under the bed. “So, our room huh... not bad,” Elliot opined, checking out the small TV on the dresser and walking over to peer into the bathroom.
Sarah, already having hung her swimsuits neatly in the closet, responded with, “Yeah, our own shower too.”
“Heh, we can hog it all we want and nobody'll get mad!”
“Mhm,” she breathed quietly as she started stocking one side of the dresser with her clothes, carefully organizing them by type. Seeing movement in the corner of her eye, she looked up to the mirror only to see Elliot coming up behind her. She straightened up, and he embraced her from behind, his hands coming to rest on her belly as he brought his head down and around her blonde hair to kiss her on the cheek. She sighed contentedly, covering his hands with her own as he nuzzled her ear. The feeling of him enveloping her soothed her frayed nerves, her momentary angst and the stress of the long ride melting away in seconds. How could she ever doubt his devotion, his good intentions, his love? As he moved from nuzzling her cheek to kissing her jawline, and then her neck, she barely suppressed a squeak. After gasping once with her eyes closed, she pulled his arms off from around her, turned around, and hugged him back. “Careful, or I might just forget about unpacking.”
“Is that such a bad thing?” he asked, his own feelings clear in his voice. “Our own room, remember?”
She looked up at him, a tiny but mischievous grin on her face. “And we have all week to use it. Lets get unpacked and we can christen it later.” Kissing him on the cheek, she returned to her suitcase, only to laugh out loud at the speed with which her boyfriend haphazardly shuffled his clothes in great piles from his bag into the other side of the dresser – though, she thought affectionately, that was probably how he stored his clothes at home anyway. Their bags emptied and stashed in the closet, she teased him again, saying, “Lets go make sure the food and common stuff is taken care of”. His look of consternation was priceless.
Opening the hall door, the lower floor was quiet except for Ellen and Nanase's room, where the laughter and occasional short screams seemed to indicate either a pillow fight or tickle fight in progress. Finding that somebody had apparently already taken the cooler upstairs, the couple made their way upwards to find the area already abuzz with activity. The whole top floor was very nearly one large open area – the stairwell opened up near one wall, at the boundary between a large living-room area with two sofas and a love seat and big-screen TV, and a dining area with a long table and 6 chairs. Grace stood by a shelf next to one of the sofas, looking over the board games and VHS movies the landlord had stocked the place with. Adjacent to the dining area and separated from the living room by a length of counter and breakfast bar was the kitchen, where Justin and Tedd were busily unloading the contents of the cooler into the refrigerator. “You need any help?” Elliot asked as they reached the top of the stairs.
“Nah, we're almost done,” Tedd replied, shoving a pack of soda cans into the bottom shelf.
“Can someone tell me if we brought anything but juice, soda, hamburgers, and yogurt dip?” Justin asked, looking into the half-empty refrigerator and the bottles laid out on the counter.
Susan piped up, from where she stood peering out the sliding glass door that lead to the encircling deck. “We could never have brought enough food for 8 people for a week, even assuming Nanase ate like a sane human being. We've got to head to the grocery store.” She turned to Sarah, her eyes active but tired. “Is that hot tub you mentioned out here?” she asked, her usual neutral expression bleeding through with a little disappointment. “It's a nice looking deck, but it's not exactly private, I can see into about 8 other peoples' windows from here.”
Approaching her blue-haired friend, Sarah corrected her. “No, it's pretty cool; the tub's actually under the house, opposite side of the little ground-level room from the driveway. Nice spot, nobody can see it from the street or another house. Not the best for stargazing but I guess you'd go to the beach for that anyway.”
Over at the shelf, Grace's eyes lit up and she slid Clue back into place. “Ooh, ooh, the catalog said 'ocean view!' Can we see it from out there?” Her eyes were positively glowing.
Sarah sighed – she hated to let Grace down. “Er... kind of...” She unlocked the door, and stepped out onto the deck. Elliot, Grace, and Susan followed, taking stock of the built in benches and grill – and Grace taking a deep breath to smell again the hint of salt in the air – until Sarah pointed at a small sliver of blue horizon that was just barely visible between two houses at the end of their street.
Elliot laughed beside her. “Hah, I suppose that's technically a view...” Grace was unperturbed, shrugging her shoulders and staring at the sliver of ocean that she'd never seen with her own two eyes before.
Tedd poked his head out through the door, and called out, “Hey, anybody up for that grocery store run?”
Susan quickly volunteered to drive, and Sarah offered to go along to speed things up. As Grace excitedly started talking about how she was going to go for a quick run down to the beach to get her feet wet, Sarah turned around, rose up on her toes, and gave Elliot a goodbye kiss – holding it for just that special extra moment that she knew drove him wild. As she pulled away, his arms having come up around her waist, she could see a dreamy smile on his face – and she mouthed one word as she disengaged herself and backed towards the door to accompany the other travelers: “Tonight.”
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10:30 PM
Sarah lay against Elliot's body, her head resting on his chest as he sat against the armrest of the couch. She was laughing as Nanase and Justin finished their newest story of Ellen and Grace's antics at Moperville South in May. “Hahahahaa... oh god, I can just imagine Diane's face...”
Ellen defended herself, a little indignant but going along with the tone of levity. “Oh come on, you know they deserved it!”
“I just wonder what that Rhoda girl thought,” Tedd said, more serious than the rest of the group but still grinning.
“Are you kidding? She gave me a thumbs up not five minutes later!” Grace helpfully interjected from the purple-haired boy's lap.
After another round of laughs, even Susan cracking a smile at Ellen's antics while her brother scowled, the energy finally started to die down and the group went quiet. Taking a cue from Justin's stifled yawn, Sarah looked over at the clock above the dining room table, raised herself up to a sitting position, and gave a theatrical yawn of her own. Briefly looking her beefy headrest in the eye, she made sure he saw that she was planning something – and smiled when his face registered understanding. “You know, I'm kind of getting tired,” she said. “Long day. I think I'm heading down to bed.”
Elliot followed her lead, perhaps a little too quickly. “Me too, all that driving, you know?” The couple stood up, said their goodnights (Ellen winking at her brother and Grace winking at Sarah when they figured nobody else was looking) and headed downstairs, hand in hand. They entered the master bedroom, and Elliot gestured to the bathroom. “Ladies first,” he said.
Taking the minimum time she could for her nightly hygiene, Sarah emerged quickly to find her boyfriend rooting through his side of the dresser. Walking up to him, she gave him a quick kiss, saying “All yours, dear,” before sitting on the foot of the bed. Elliot finally found a pair of boxers in the pit that was his drawer, and entered the attached bathroom – and Sarah went to work.
Getting up and walking over to the hamper by the wall, she pulled her t shirt over her head and quickly wiggled out of her jean shorts, placing them in the receptacle. She ran her hands through her hair for a moment, making sure it felt neat, before reaching behind her back to feel the catch of her bra, quickly unsnapping it and freeing her modest breasts. She cupped them with her hands for a moment, feeling her partially-erect nipples and massaging away some of the day's confinement. Sliding her thumbs under the waistband of her panties, she wriggled out of them too, depositing the undergarments along with the rest of her clothing – and she heard the sound of the sink, a signal that Elliot was almost done. Quickly, she hopped up on the bed, and arranged herself just so...
The bathroom door opened, and Sarah saw Elliot emerge wearing just his boxers, a wad of dirty clothes under his arm – and his eyes went wide when he spied her nude form laid out on the bed. She saw his eyes travel up her body, from where her hand lay on her thigh past her hips and pale blonde bush, up her tummy and over her breasts, and at last come to rest on her face. She spoke up: “Coming to bed, dear?”
His smile very nearly rivaled one of Grace's. “...Oh *God*, yes.”
Her boyfriend unceremoniously tossed his used clothes in a heap by the dresser and made his way over to the bed, eyes remaining on her face and chest. As he climbed on the bed and laid down facing her, she scooted herself over so she could lay against him face to face, their bodies touching from shoulder to knee. They embraced, her loving the feeling of his strong muscles beneath her hands and his chest against her breasts. She sighed and shivered as his fingers traced their way down her side, along her curves. They felt so strong and warm, so much like Elliot. They laid there, holding each other, for some time. “I love the way you feel on me,” she whispered, a far away smile on her face and eyes half-lidded, as his fingertips brushed over her thighs and back up to gently cup her butt.
Her comment was met by a tighter embrace and a sigh from Elliot. She felt him shift, and he pulled himself back so that he could take in a view of her entire face. He brought one hand up and stroked a finger across her cheek, and asked, “Have I told you lately how much I love you?” She could only smile at him. “I love you *so* much,” he continued, and her heart just melted. She replied by grabbing his hand in hers, and rising to lean over him and plant a deep kiss on his lips, all her earlier angst completely forgotten in this perfect moment.
Elliot's lips played over her own as she completely rolled over on top of him, and his hands left hers to rest on her hips. She worked her arms under his shoulders, and gasped as his fingers gently slid up to her lower back. They laid there for a while, drinking in each other as their tongues came together again and again and they lazily ran their hands over each other's bodies. As she shifted her weight over his torso, she briefly pulled her face away from her boyfriend's, giggling as she felt a familiar hardness inside his boxers. “Did I do that?” she asked with the sexiest grin she could produce, shifting again and grinding his erection into her waist.
Elliot, face flushed, replied in a husky whisper. “You bet you did.” Giving him a look of unadulterated desire, she attacked his face again, alternately kissing each of his lips and then gasping as he worked his hands between their bodies. He reaching up to cup her petite breasts and run his fingertips over her hard nipples, teasing them first with light flicks and then massaging his palms into their erect points. Cooing for a moment in surprised pleasure, she thought of the road that had brought the two of them together. How had she ever been fortunate enough to find someone this wonderful, so many years ago? She'd been patient enough to wait through her early schoolgirl crushes and secret longings until he caught on to how she felt, patient enough with Tedd's transgender mishaps around the time they got together, she'd stuck with him through his girly-spell issues… and oh, how she'd been rewarded. Whenever she was with him he could make her the center of attention, like the sexiest girl in the cosmos. Their time together was magical; saying that he made her feel loved was an understatement. And his skills in the bedroom were certainly nothing to sneeze at either.
Seemingly in answer to her thoughts, in mid-kiss Elliot gripped her shoulders and rolled over on top of her, shifting the attention of his kisses from her lips across her cheek to her jaw, eliciting a set of barely-muffled moans from her mouth as she gripped his sides hard. Sliding her arms down his torso, she came to his boxer shorts, and slid her fingers beneath the waistband and against his ass. “Mmm,” he breathed into her ear, and kissed his way back to her mouth where their tongues came together to continue their intimate dance. She just wanted to melt into him – and started preparing for the next best thing, gripping his waistband again and pushing it down his legs. Breaking their kiss with a smile, Elliot raised his hips off her body and assisted with one arm, eventually letting the unwanted underwear flop to the edge bed where it was quickly kicked off. As he laid once again atop Sarah, she could feel his throbbing dick pressed directly into her bush. Her pussy was on fire; as their kissing went on and on with increasing urgency she was sure he would feel her arousal from the heat of her cunt alone. Soon she was sopping wet, already leaking onto their sheets on their first night in the bed. A moan escaped her lips despite her efforts to contain it as he slid down her body and began kissing and licking at her breasts; he kissed around the areolas in small circles before licking inwards to the points of her nipples and proceeded to alternate between gently nibbling and suckling them.
Her whispered moans became a sudden gasp as one of his hands, unbeknownst to her having worked its way down along her body, suddenly made contact with the folds of her pussy. Two fingers slid between the lips up and down her slit, from her leaking opening all the way up to her clit, making her shudder with each pass over the deliciously sensitive nub. Struggling to keep her voice down, she cooed in ecstasy as his thumb started teasing her clitoral hood in small circles, staying away from too much contact with her button but teasing it nonetheless – and one of his fingers plunged slowly into her. Enraptured by his attention to her opening, clit, and nipples, she started panting out words in a throaty whisper. “Yes... yes... oh god... oh... uhnnn...” Her hands came to rest on his shoulders – entirely too far away. Pulling at his arms, she intoned, “Kiss me... kiss me...” He reluctantly disengaged his mouth from her erect nipple, and keeping one hand cupping her pussy slid back up her body and the two of them locked lips and drank each other in as though they were dying of thirst.
Elliot peeled his lips off her own for a moment, breathing heavily, and their eyes locked. She needed him so badly. She could feel his rock-hard cock sliding against her inner thigh, leaking pre-cum against her skin. Damn the 'ladies first' offer to make her cum with his tongue he was no doubt about to make – she needed him inside her and in the worst way. Pulling her legs up and apart, she saw his eyes widen in understanding as she opened herself up for him. Letting her hands come to rest on his back, so warm and muscular, she pulled him closer. He knew what she wanted, what she needed from him.
He didn't even have to aim his erection this time. His dickhead nestled between her wet nether-lips and slid right to her opening, and a heartbeat later – and one high unsteady moan from Sarah, choked off as she closed her eyes and arched her back pushing her belly into his – he slid two thirds of his length into her in one stroke. A moment and two strokes later, his member was buried in her to the hilt, her hands in a death grip on his biceps and her legs spreading wide before crossing back over his feet, as if to keep him there; as if to make sure he could never *ever* leave that spot.
Mouth agape, she slowly opened her eyes to see her lover's face inches away. He looked into her eyes, and his mouth stretched wide as he grinned like an idiot – and she grinned right back at him. Her face scrunched up in pleasure again though, and she worked hard to stifle a set of rhythmic moans, as he braced his hands against her shoulders and started thrusting in and out of her sopping pussy.
He fucked her deeply, in and out, in carefully measured strokes. Just the way she loved it. Her eyebrows furrowed and she gave irregular gasps and squeaks as the occasional stroke hit just the right spots within her. The self-control that she'd built up over more than a year of making love with him stopped most of her instinctive deep moans, but the intense sensations always forced a few soft noises through. As skilled as he was at screwing her, though, half of her pleasure came from just watching his face. She could see his eyes fixed on her own, closing for a few seconds at a time as he dealt with the feelings her cunt was bringing him. He huffed in time with his thrusts and muttered her name: “Sarah... oh fuck, Sarah...” She'd never tire of how much she could turn him on, how she could make him gasp by reaching out to stroke his sides, how he looked at her that way and made sure she knew that right then she was the only thing in his world, the only thing he cared about.
She knew from experience with him that she needed a lot more time and stimulation to cum than he did, especially when she hadn't taken the edge off by blowing him beforehand – so it was no surprise when after a few minutes inside her, his breathing shifted into a more urgent pattern and his thrusts accelerated. “Sarah, I'm... I'm gonna...”
“Do it,” she hissed out. “Cum... cum for me...”
And that was all it took. He furrowed his eyebrows as his strokes reached a crechendo. His eyes lit up in ecstasy, losing focus completely before closing completely as he pounded his hips into hers, his thrusts going deep. “Uuuhhhnnnnng...” he groaned, every limb quaking as she clutched him close and reveled in the incredible sight of him losing all control. His pelvis quivered against hers, his dick throbbing against her inner walls as he filled her pussy with his load. All for her, all because of her, all because *she* was his girl, the hottest girl in the world. She looked on, entranced, as his twitches and gasps peaked and finally let up. As his orgasm at last subsided, his cum leaking out of her opening around his member, he collapsed on top of her and she held him tight.
He lay there, breathing irregularly and softening within her, for a minute or two. Sarah raised his head up over her own face, where he slowly opened his eyes and managed to focus through the haze at her eyes – and she kissed him, hard. Slowly letting his lips escape hers, she gave his shoulders a gentle push – and that was all the signal he needed. He was a gentleman, after all.
Shakily, he withdrew his softening prick from her full pussy, and kissed his way down past her nipples, over her soft stomach, down to the top of her blonde curls. Stopping to breathe for just a minute, making her squirm in desire, he quickly got to work. She clapped one hand over her mouth to silence herself as his tongue lapped at her opening, swallowing their mingled sexual fluids and spreading them upwards across her exposed inner flesh. She shuddered in pleasure, a high-pitched and thready but carefully quiet moan escaping her lips. Even if she hadn't cum from the screwing he'd given her, it had certainly gotten her close. He circled her clit with his tongue, before taking a moment to kiss and play with her inner lips, and then diving back for direct contact again. She was SURE he'd practiced this with Ellen, and even before then with Nanase – but she sure wasn't complaining.
He kept at it for quite some time, her breathing coming faster and faster. Every minute or so he would let up on her clit, diving back to her deliciously juicy slit to tease her and taste the results of their coupling. Each iteration brought her to new heights of pleasure, working her up more and more powerfully but denying her the final completion. Her hands brushed at her own nipples and modest curves, played over her torso, worked their way down and into his hair. The ecstasy he was bringing her body kept building and building, her squeals becoming nearly impossible to contain – and then suddenly he gave a few perfect nudges with his lips and at last pushed her over that sweet edge.
Her mouth opened wide in a silent scream and her back arched as feelings the likes of which she'd never anticipated before they became lovers spread through her, her clit becoming the burning core of an explosion of pure pleasure. The room disappeared, the beach house disappeared, their friends in the adjacent rooms disappeared – her entire universe was her body, her lover and friend, and the perfect rapture he was giving her. The pleasure built and built, shooting through her, until she was sure she could take no more – and she at last floated back down to earth, her skin wet with sweat, finally remembering how to breathe. Elliot, able to breathe again himself as her thighs released his head, gave one last lovely lick and climbed up next to her and she threw her arms around him, unable to speak but NEEDING to show him how much she loved what he could do to her, how much she loved him.
She lay there, clutching her lover with their legs entangled, Elliot showering her face and lips and neck and shoulders with small kisses. His lips made her post-orgasmic skin positively tingle. Her panting slowly subsiding and her coordination returning, but her burning arousal hardly abated, she knew another trick that Elliot was good at beyond giving toe-curlingly-lovely head. One she hadn’t had the chance to experience in over a month. And one she just happened to have the perfect lead-in for. Soon enough she felt Elliot’s slowly recovering erection poking her thigh and his breath beginning to come faster between kisses, and she knew the time was right.
She opened her eyes, blinking away the remains of her orgasmic fog, and brought a finger to his descending lips as he came in for another kiss. “I got you a little something for the trip,” she whispered, grinning at him, and started to lean over towards her edge of the bed. He rolled off her and sat back alongside, admiring her body again as she, somewhat unsteadily, reached under the bed and pulled out a little black bag. She rummaged through it with her hand, and finding what she was looking for took a deep breath, straightened up and held up her gift.
Elliot first looked confused for just a second, then his eyes all but bugged out of his head, and at last his face settled into a mixture of amusement and lust as he comprehended its nature. It was a pet collar – not one of those fashion statement collars made to look like one but an actual honest-to-god pet collar, probably made for a German Shepherd or some other large animal and large enough to be fastened around his neck. Attached at the buckle was a diamond-shaped tag, emblazoned with a large capital 'S'. Sarah smiled at his reaction. “I've been looking to get this for a long time now – I had the tag but nothing to attach it to...”
Elliot knew there was something else she was after, but played along, teasing her. “Do you want me to wear it?” he asked with a conspiratorial grin, thinking of some of the other toys and costumes she'd produced from her little bag over the months.
Sarah's cheeks flushed, visible even through the sexual glow that still colored her skin. “Eventually.” She tossed it on the nightstand, eyes gleaming. “But you'll have to earn it first, dear.” She laid back on the pillow and spread her legs seductively , smiling at him as she once again revealed her flushed, dripping folds for his inspection. But as he climbed over her body again, his look of hunger mirroring her own, she reached a hand up against his chest to hold him back for a moment. Looking him square in the eyes with an expression revealing something right in between lust, amusement, and anticipation, she spoke again, voice husky. “If you want it... you'll need to be a *good* kitty.”
She saw his eyes, if anything, get even hungrier. “I can be a good kitty,” he said, leaning down to kiss her passionately. She watched as he pulled back a few inches – and her pulse quickened as his eyes started to slowly change color, his pupils stretching into vertical slits. As he lowered his body down onto hers, his skin sprouted a soft peach fuzz she could feel against her breasts and wherever their bodies touched, growing rapidly to a short coat of fur; his ears grew triangular and pointed and gave a few flicks, and she caught sight of a growing tail starting to wave back and forth in the air behind his head. A purr escaped from deep in her boyfriend's throat, the sound setting her on fire... and she gasped out loud as his engorged prick at last probed and slid against the very front of her sensitive pussy, sending a jolt of lightning through her clit. Reaching back with one hand, claws sheathed, Elliot positioned himself at her entrance, and she let out a loud breathy groan – completely unable to resist this time – as his length slid all the way into her hot pink flesh all over again.
Her eyes scrunched closed in pleasure, as she sucked in deep ragged breaths through her open jaw. She felt Elliot's pointed teeth start to nibble at her ear as he began his rapturous rhythm within her. “Mrrrr... I think I can be a very good kitty...”
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Susan lay on her side in the dark, wearing her usual loose tank top and sleeping shorts. Tired as she was after the long day, her eyes were still open. She and Justin had retired to their respective twin beds a few minutes earlier; they, Tedd, and Grace had stayed upstairs a bit longer the two other couples. They had seen the way that Elliot and Sarah (and a moment later, Ellen and Nanase) had looked at each other before slinking off downstairs... She knew she could hardly fault the lovebirds for wanting some time alone now that they were amongst friends with no parents to dampen their activities. She knew she should be happy for her friends, having someone they could love and share their pleasures with.
She knew all these things, and was genuinely happy for Sarah especially. But somehow that didn't do much for her sleep that night.
As she lay there, she found that for some reason she couldn't help but think back on the highschool career that she and all her friends were now leaving behind. She'd never had a boyfriend – her attitude towards men for the first three years had made that a certainty, and she was still reluctant in getting to know new guys. Part of her thought that was just fine, most of them were morons anyway. But another part of her now knew there were nice people to be found with Y chromosomes, people she could enjoy spending time with. And yet another part of her, barely acknowledged by the others, saw how happy her friends were and longed for someone new she could call more than a friend, perhaps even a boyfriend, or maybe even just a lover. Staring expressionlessly at the wall, she wondered how Justin kept those thoughts at bay.
Her thoughts were interrupted as she heard a soft sound from the hall. Briefly, Susan raised her head and looked towards the door over the already-sleeping form of Justin. It had sounded like Sarah, groaning for a moment. At first she worried that her friend was getting sick right at the start of their vacation... but then it began. Her face shifted into an expression of annoyance and her head dropped back onto the pillows as the groan, now more of a moan, began repeating in an unmistakable rhythm. “Uhn, ohh, ahh, ahh, ahh, unh...!” On top of everything else, not *this*, she thought.
She grabbed one of her pillows and covered her face with it in an ineffectual attempt to dampen the sounds of sex, and studiously ignored a distant stirring feeling deep inside her as her friend's moans of pleasure continued to force their way through the doors. She focused on sleep, how wonderful it was, how much she wanted it after the eight hour drive... but soon even that train of thought was derailed as a new sound joined Sarah's voice.
“Oh, come on,” Susan whispered, her face twisting in exasperation as a very feline but distinctly masculine “Merrrreowlr!” sounded from the master bedroom down the hall. As the occasional soft yowl began irregularly punctuating Sarah's metronomic exclamations, Susan kept squeezing the pillow tighter and tighter over her face, half hoping it would suffocate her and spare her from this ordeal.
She just knew she should've brought those earplugs.
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