No sooner had I opened the door when she rushed in, a flurry of color and motion. Though she was barely 2/3 my size, she almost lifted me off the floor with her hug. Now, you might think that with a reception like that, that this was my girlfriend, or at least a long lost relation. No, she wasn’t, at least not exactly.
I’ve known Candi forever. We were in the same elementary school, and were in the same classes through High School. Not that we were friends or anything. Candi was way out of my league. A Poodle hybrid, she colored herself this warm, glowing shade of pink. When I think of the word ‘cute’ Candi is the picture formed in my mind. Her name was Candace, but everyone knew her as ‘Candi’, the ‘I’ of which was always topped with a little heart. Everything about her was soft, warm, fuzzy, and just plain adorable. When she asked to borrow a pencil, her voice changed octave several times. But, she never asked to borrow a pencil. She always had a bag of giant pink ones, topped not by an eraser, but by a plume of pink maribu.
Fortune smiled years later, when Candi and I hooked up. We even dated for a while. Sadly, it a pairing that was doomed from the start. Candi was a bottomless pit of emotional neediness. I am a writer. My odd hours, days at the computer meeting deadlines and absent minded cluelessness would never meet her needs. And they didn’t. She wandered off one day, and it was days or weeks before I noticed. I figured that she found someone who made a nice pet of her.
So, it was more than a little surprising to find her at my door. Actually, she was in my living room by the time I realized it. Time had been kind to her. She was every bit as cute as I recall. Wearing a white halter top with pink sparkly trim, and a tiny skirt made of incredibly soft pink sweatshirt material, she was a sight for sore eyes.
“To what do I owe this distinct pleasure of your company?” I asked, trying my best to be suave.
Candi sat down in a small barrel chair across from me, pulling her legs to her chest in an incredibly adorable little girl way. I must have frowned, because she picked up on it immediately.
“What’s the matter?” she asked. “Oh this?”
She stood, and pulled up her skirt.
“See? It’s got little shorts underneath.”
Indeed it did. I just sat there, taking it all in. They WERE shorts, and they certainly WERE cute. Cuter still were her shapely little legs, and the thick, curly fur spilling out from their bottom.
“You were looking to see if I was wearing panties!” she declared with mock reproach.
“Well, ARE you?”
She smiled that smile.
“Of COURSE, silly!”
With that, she pulled the shorts aside to reveal a pink bikini crotch, molded perfectly to the cleft of her girly parts.
“See? I’ve got my bikini underneath”
“So, going for a swim today?” I inquired.
“Well……..” She gave me that look, the look that tells me she’s looking for something. Her eyes lowered, a fingertip to her lips, she began her pitch…..
“It’s SUCH a nice day, it seemed a shame to waste it! Then I remember that you had a pool……”
Indeed I did. A rather nice one at that At least the condos I live in did. Writing has been good to me. Without the distractions of kids, or female company, I threw myself into my work. Now, I’m no Hemmingway, but I do a lot of magazines, websites, and trade publications. In between, I enter contests and competitions. With all that work came a certain level of financial security. I live in a nice condo community. Right on the ocean, great view. In the center, it has this fake lagoon, palm trees, waterfall and stuff. Not that I see it, but it’s nice to know it’s there.
“Sure. You’ll need this card to get in” I reached to the coffee table, and removed the security card, and went to hand it to her. She frowned.
“Awwwwww” She was pouting. “I hoped that you’d join me”
I thought about it for all of about half a second.
She gave a little jump, and headed for the patio door. I got up to follow, wearing only the cutoff sweat pants that I sleep in. With their soft fleece lining, it negated the need for underwear.
It was a bright sunny day. Even though it was June, it was still a bit cool. There was no one at the pool. This wasn’t unusual for a Tuesday morning, when most folks were at work. When we arrived at the pool, Candi began to undress. Wiggling out of her skirt, she let it fall to the pool deck, revealing the vivid pink bikini bottom of which I’d just gotten a peek. It perfectly followed her every curve, from the cleft of her pussy to the cheeks of her delightful ass, the separation of which peeked delightfully out the upper limits of her suit. The bottom had ruffles, which added to her little girl cuteness. She then slipped the halter top over her head, flinging it to a nearby lounge chair. I could then see that the top of her swimsuit matched its bottom. Now, Candi was a natural hybrid. She had partial body fur. Her upper body was covered in fur, in the traditional Poodle cut. This gave her some shape, as she didn’t have human breasts. Even though she lacked breasts, Candi’s nipples were hard, and pink, and clearly visible under the fabric of her top. She stood at the edge of the pool, no doubt for effect.
“Come on!” she motioned.
“Thanks, I’ll watch.” I relied settling into a deck chair with my paper.
She came over, and grabbed my wrist.
She was pulling my arm with all her might. I might have won the tug of war, but I was pretty sure my bad shoulder would cry ‘Uncle!” before she gave in.
“Ok, OK, you win…..”
Before I could cross the deck, she gave one last wicked tug, landing me in the chilled water.
“Why….you….” I sputtered.
She had fallen in with me. Standing face to face, her paws on my shoulders, she leaned in, sticking her long pink tongue in my ear.
“You always were cute when you were mad.”
‘Cute’ of course was Candi’s supreme compliment. With that, she swam off. Candi was a powerful swimmer. Using a frog kick, she move powerfully and silently, at the same time giving me an incredibly view of her thighs and crotch. Once wet, the pink bikini grew semi transparent, giving a clear view of her fur, and what was beneath it. It was a MAGNIFICENT sight. Watching Candi swim was like a pole dance in the water, a fact not lost on my male parts, now threatening to expose themselves involuntarily.
As she swam, my mind wandered back to earlier times, How could I have ever let this vision of lovliness go? In response, I ran through all the reasons I gave myself at the time- bad for my work, an emotional vaccum cleaner, an endless pit for someone’s time and affections. But, was I being truthful? Was it really that neediness I feared, or was I frightened that she would leave me, and that I’d never recover? Was it better to walk away, rather than lose my heart to her?
I must have still bee lost in thought when she came up behind me.
“Hey” she whispered in my ear. “Thinking big, important thoughts? Or were you staring at my ass?”
“Uh, am I allowed to plea the fifth?”
She put her arms around me.
“I am FREEZING! I thought it would be warmer than this……”
She WAS cold; the nipples pressed hard into my back were proof of that.
“I could make us some coffee…..”
“Coffee? I thought you’d never ask.”
With that she turned and grasped the edge of the pool. Putting one leg up, she hoisted herself from the pool in one motion, giving me a perfect view of the bikini bottom that had migrated up her ass. Ignoring me completely, she adjusted it, before offering me a hand. She threw a towel over her shoulder, stepped into her sandals, and grabbed her bag.
“Been keeping yourself busy?” I asked, as I poured water into the coffee maker.
“I work at Macy’s” she began “It doesn’t pay so much, but it’s like being at the Mall all the time. I lifeguard at the ‘Y’ nights and weekends”
I handed her the cup of coffee.
“Mmmmmmm” she purred “I needed that” she responded, drinking the warm beverage in deeply.
“But I’m still freezing”
I looked at her, standing there in a puddle in her wet swimsuit.
“Maybe you should get out of your wet things”
“Maybe you’re right….”
While I watched in awe, she reached down, and pulled the bikini top over her head. She held it on one finger, at arms length, before dropping it in the puddle on my kitchen floor. Without a word, she hooked her thumbs on the back of her bikini bottom, freeing her tail, before the scrap of pink fabric fell limply at her ankles. She flicked it off deftly with her toe.
Candi stood naked in the middle of the kitchen. I stood there admiring her naked form, glimmering in the morning sunlight. In addition to her impressive fur on her upper body, I could now see her lower cut. Her lower trim was something like boy shorts, except the center, over her sex was shaved clean.
“Well, are you going to just stand there gawking, or can you dry me off?
She extended a towel draped over her finger. I took it. Standing face to face, I began to towel her back. As I did, she met me with a kiss.
Now, as a romance writer, I’ve described many a kiss. Never, however one like this. The moment our tongues touched there was a heat, a passion I’d never felt. She was breathing in short panting breaths. I suspect that I was as well, though I was far too preoccupied to remember. My hands were running the towel on her back; she locked me in her embrace. I’m not sure how long it lasted; one of us must have come up for air.
“Are you going to keep going, or do you plan to stop at my upper back?” she asked playfully.
At her challenge, I began slowly and methodically to dry every inch of her. I began with her neck, then fully dried and fluffed her upper chest. I took her nipple in my mouth. Her nipples were soft, like warm butter now. She let out an audible sigh as I sucked at first one, then the other. When I did, she stiffened ever so slightly, her breaths becoming more rapid. Not wanting to move too quickly, I returned to drying her off. I motioned her to bed over the breakfast table. She complied. Her tail was very straight and erect, exposing both her sex, and her pucker. Taking the end of the towel, I circled it slowly and deliberately, while using my free hand to stroke her tail. My hand encircled it, stroking it up and down, in the way one might administer to the male part. As I did, I could hear her moan, softly at first, but then with more intensity. It was then that I became aware of her paw. She was stroking her own sex. Getting down on my knees, I began licking her fingers as she did. This sent a shudder through her own body. As her motions became more intense, more focused, more desperate, I stopped. I moved her hand from her sex. Reaching down, I picked her up without resistance. Cradling her in my arms, I carried her to my bedroom. It was a mess, unmade bed, covers askew, but at this point neither of us cared.
I lay her gently in the center of the bed. She looked up at me lovingly.
“You’re not planning on stopping now, are you?”
I shook my head in the negative. I pushed down on my wet shorts. Free of the wet garment, my manhood swung free. She took it in her hands and held it, as one might admire a flower. While she did, I reached into the nightstand for a foil packet. She took my hand. There was this look of fear, or fear combined with sadness on her face.
“NO…..Sorry; I mean no, not this time….please?”
“But…..you’re in season…….”
I had had my suspicions before. When I liked her fingers, I knew for sure. Candi was in heat. Everything confirmed this one, unassailable fact. But that wasn’t the question. No, the issue was what I was going to do about it.
She squeezed the hand holding the packet.
She had that look; the one she had whenever she wanted something badly.
“Candi, Surely you know what this could mean…to both of us”
She nodded, then took my face in her hands.
“I know. And it’s alright. I’m OK with it. “
Now, it was up to me. She looked up, waiting, with those big hopeful eyes. I put the packet on the nightstand.
“You can still stop this, OK? I mean anytime……
She nodded. Saying nothing, she guided my sex inside her. Her sex, cool and blue earlier, was now hot and bright pink, like the rest of her. There was already a pool of wetness beneath her. She wrapped her legs around me, locking her ankles around my back.
“God! How I’ve missed this…..”
“I missed it too.”
Then, we set to the mission at hand. She gave me another of those incredible kisses, as I went up and down on her, the memories, good and bad flooding back. How it felt like we were back in school, and I was doing it with the cutest girl in the class. Some of the not so good ones, too. Wondering which ones would prevail in the end.
She started moving, rocking her body. I knew what she wanted. That’s when she rolled me onto my back. She whispered in my ear.
“Lover? Listen to me. You don’t have to do a thing. I’ll do all the work. Just lay there and enjoy.”
I didn’t know what to say, so I didn’t say a word. Kneeling over me, my cock buried within, she closed her eyes. Playing with her swollen teats, she began to pump herself with my now almost painful erection. Now, I was determined to let this go as long as I possibly could. So, I did as I was told. I just lay there as she administered to my needs, and to her own.
Of course, this couldn’t go on forever. In spite of everything I did and didn’t do, I began to feel it, that feeling we get that says this is going to all end fairly soon.
Candi then lay down on me. She kissed me gently, then set her teeth into my shoulder. It wasn’t romantic as much as it was feral, a warning that this would only end in one way. Feeling her teeth grab my shoulder, while not romantic, was powerfully erotic. She was sweating now, profusely. Her entire body glistened as she pumped me forcefully. She must have been reaching climax herself, because she made these little wimpering sounds, after which she srart rubbing harder and harder against me.While we were both very aroused, she was starting to get dry. Each thrust tugged at me harder and harder, until I knew it was inevitable…
She put her hand over my mouth, not wanting to hear what I might say. Then, it happened. No longer under my control, my penis declared it’s independence, shooting my seed into her deepest places. When she felt this, she released her grip on my shoulder, instead embracing me tightly.
We lay like that a long time, neither of us wanting to speak. She just lay on my chest, purring and kneading. It was almost dark when we dressed. She put the halter on, then went to put on her little skirt. She stopped, and went to her purse, pulling out clean cotton panties. She went to whisper in my ear.
“I’m…….never going to wash these again. I’ll never wash them. They’ll be my way to always remember this. “