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Reaching For Aurora
By: YaBoiMeowff
This is disgusting.
I wrapped my hands around the lowest branch and pressed my feet into the trunk.
This is the most disgusting thing I have ever done.
With one push, my leg slid over the branch. Balancing carefully on the narrow edge, I shimmied my way up up the trunk until I was back on my feet, and then I found the next branch to climb.
Maybe disgusting isn't the right word to use...
I pulled myself up to the next branch, my chest heaving, half from exertion, half from nervousness.
Embarrassing? Perverse? Sick...? No, no... What's the word...? Ah! Deplorable. This is the most deplorable thing I have ever done.
A noise came from the sidewalk; the sound of tires and peddles and chains. I went completely still and completely silent, not daring a motion or sound beyond the bob and gurgle of my nervous swallow. When the noise passed, I scanned the area and resumed my climb.
But I sighed and paused again a moment later.
It isn't too late to turn back.... I thought.
My head instinctively arched upward, to gaze at the window of a certain someone's bedroom.
No... I've spent too many nights thinking about this. Too many nights flipping coins and tearing the buds off flowers trying to convince myself to do it. I'm not gonna quit now. I refuse to chicken out now.
So I climbed. I climbed until I was on the branch immediately outside Aurora's window, just a few feet away, just out of sight.
Oh God.... Aurora.
Only she could turn me into such a simpering fool; the sort that would actually climb a tree outside of his crush's house with the express purpose of watching her do something as mundane as undress. It's embarrassing to say. Embarrassing to think about. But my God, Aurora...
It'll only be a few more minutes now. Only a few more minutes until she comes back. She'll go inside, and then up to her room, and then, and then she'll...
I swallowed.
The wait had felt endless and the branch beneath me seemed less sturdy with every passing moment, but finally, she arrived. A car pulled up, packed with girls from her band class. She hopped out and power-walked toward her door.
The faster the better, I thought. And no friends with her, thank God.
I knew her parents weren't home tonight, and I'd verified that by checking her driveway. This meant there'd be little to no distractions. No reasons to drag it out....
The sooner she undresses, the sooner I get to see her naked. And the sooner I see that, the sooner I can get out of this tree and get home to take care of this beast of a feeling.
Her bedroom door opened and her light turned on. I swallowed again, this time with a nervous sweat breaking out on my forehead.
Bold choice not having any blinds, but I suppose that's the privilege of residing on the second floor, eh?
Without wasting a moment, Aurora walked to the center of the room, and, with her body facing the window, her head down, she went straight for the button of her jeans. She ripped her jeans off in one quick, skillful motion. The sudden transition from pants to panties made my breath catch in my throat.
They're white... bikini style...So much leg... so much thigh... such a perfect shape.... My God! The way her milky white fur bunches up the slightest bit at the edge of the panties, the way the front of her panties protrude the slightest amount from her pent up fur and then flattens out between her legs... Oh, Aurora! You're so perfect....
She kicked her jeans off to the side and went for her shirt. Before my mind could catch up, the shirt went over her head. Her white bra packed tight with two large mounds, both of which sat exposed on her chest now, looking more like two big piles of vanilla ice cream than actual breasts.
Oh God, Aurora...!
Without missing a beat, she reached around her back and unhooked her bra. Her breasts shook with the sudden loosening, and as she pulled the bra away, they sagged a bit, as if relaxing after a long day's toil.
Even while sprawled out on a branch, the small twigs pushing into my chest and the discomfort of the branch pressing into the length of my body, I could not resist the urge to reach down and caress my package through my shorts.
My tail slithered around like a snake, in a steady, constant motion that offered me my only means of voiding the rapidly intensifying sexual urges that surged through my frame. And then I saw them, and my tail locked up.
Her breasts. Her absolutely perfect breasts, just hanging there before me, inviting me―her beyond reproach, beyond any criticism breasts. This, I imagine, is what Noah felt the first time he laid his eyes on the land after the flood. This.... This is heaven.
And then, right as I thought the night was about to climax, something strange happened.
I'd expected her to go for the panties, to slide them down and to let me see her in the full nude, to see that perfect form exposed. Both front and back.
But... wait a minute, what's she doing?
She'd turned a bit away from the window, but I could still see a bit of her nipples poking out, and now the side of her behind had come into view. Her hands were not going for the panties, but were grabbing her breasts, like an inspection, but more gently. And they'd gotten there not by placement, but with a slide, as if her body were silk and she'd desired to savor every moment of contact with the delicious material.
She grabbed one breast and pulled it up. She pushed it into her chest and rubbed her palm against her nipple. The other hand slid down her body. It brushed past the panties, pulling some of the fabric down with it, but only for a moment, because an instant later, the fabric snapped back into place. The hand slid down to her thigh, and she grabbed the flesh on her legs with enough force to indent into her skin.
She licked her lips and then gyrated her hips a bit. The fondling of her breasts became slower, but I saw that she used more pressure now, and she pushed back with her chest.
'Then the angel showed me the river of the water of life, as clear as crystal, flowing from the throne of God and of the Lamb down the middle of the great street of the city.' I quoted in my mind, and then continued on in my own words: And on the side of the river stood the tree of life, Aurora, bearing two crops of fruit, yielding her fruit by hand. And the leaves of the tree are for the healing of the nations....
Aurora licked her lips again and came to a gentle stop. She slipped the panties down to the ground and kicked them over to where her shirt and jeans lied. For an instant, she turned to face me, and I got the full picture of her. Her breasts bold and protruded, sagging just a bit under the pressure of their own immense weight. Her tits looking back at me, pointy, quivering with each subtle movement of her body. Thick thighs meeting at her waist, a small flat terrain of slightly poofy fur exposed at their apex.
My dick throbbed against my boxer-briefs, and at the tip, I felt a small moist spot beginning to grow.
She walked over to her dresser and leaned forward. Her tail sat in just the right spot to block my gaze from seeing the way her butt cheeks spread, but an instant before she straightened out, pajamas in hand, her tail moved and I got a momentary glimpse of what lied beyond.
And just as my eyes widened, I saw what she had removed from the dresser:
A change of clothes.
I sighed a mixture of contentment and listlessness.
For a moment I thought... she was going to.... No. No, don't be greedy. That's insanity. What you saw there... it was a fluke. An exception. A star shooting between you and your beloved.
She approached her bed, laid the pajamas down, and then clutched the new shirt between her delicate fingers. I knew now that the show was over. I was disappointed, but I knew it was for the best. Nothing good could come from sitting in a tree at night, after all.
'A long time ago, there were lovers that lived on the opposite ends of a river. They promised to meet when the camellia flowers bloomed. But it rained so much the boat couldn't cross the river. So the two couldn't meet, even though the camellia flowers had all bloomed. Lets meet again. Before the camellia flowers wilt.' I thought with another sigh. I have only cause to be thankful, but I can't help feeling a bit teased by that-
And then Aurora's hand met her belly, and it slid down, stopping just before that patch of poofy fur between her legs.
What's this?
She licked her bottom lip with deliberation and then glanced at her door.
No parents....
She balled her hands into fists and looked up at her clock.
Still early...
She looked back at the clothes and paused.
Aurora. Oh my God, Aurora. Make the right the choice.
With one swift motion, the clothes were off the bed and tossed atop of her dresser. She practically skipped back to her bed and sat, her bottom lip tucked into her mouth.
It's happening. It's happening for the love of God she is doing it!
With one hand rested on her breast, she slid the other down on to her thigh―at first on top, and then inward a bit. She remained in the middle, between her womanhood and her knee, sometimes sliding up, sometimes within inches of that wet sleeve between her legs, but being sure to never touch it.
Her hips gyrated forward, as if calling for her hand, begging for that contact. She rubbed her other hand against her breast; she slid her fingers against the plumpest part and let her fingers pinch the nipple and slide off.
My hand began to rub the protrusion in my shorts with more force. Words failed to describe how badly I wanted her in that moment. How I wanted to leap from that tree and proclaim to the world that I was watching, to proclaim to her that I loved her more than anything....
Hmm, but that would be creepy, wouldn't it? I thought, perched in my tree outside of her bedroom window.
And then Aurora's hand slid all the way up, all the way up her leg. Her palm rested against her pussy and I could only imagine―as her thigh blocked my view―that a finger or two had slid inside, her juices dribbling out on to her hand.
Her mouth went agape and her chest moved up and down with her increasingly heavy breaths. Her fingers indented into the side of the breast she fondled, and the whole mound looked more like a piece of particularly resilient jello rather than a part of a body.
She fell back on her bed.
I scooted forward a bit, unable to resist a better view. The branch creaked beneath, so I stopped short, moving only a couple inches, but even the almost immeasurable increase in what I saw had been worth it. I wanted no detail spared for this experience. Not an instant wasted.
Aurora's hip moved forward and her mouth widened, as if moaning. At least one finger was now between her lower lips; I could tell because her hand slid back and forth, and a few of her fingers seemed to be out of sight in a way the others were not.
Her eyebrows furled and her lips went terse and curled downward in a look of worry, possibly pain. Even with the predictable motion of her hips, there seemed to be a greater motion beyond it that happened randomly and beyond Aurora's control. Like a tightening, a pushing sensation, the prelude to a shutter through her body.
I scooted forward again, mesmerized.
Creak
Oh crap. That didn't sound good. Maybe it was because I moved forw-
Creeeeak.
-Okay, okay.... If I stop moving I should be alright. I don't think the branch is gonna-
Crack.
Okay maybe-
Creeeeeak....
-I should get-
CRACK!
One would expect a man falling from the height of a tree to think words of panic, to see images of his incoming impact. But the only thing I could think in those few, brief moments, in those moments that were as exhilarating as they were wretched, were a few words from Milton's masterpiece:
Freely they stood who stood, and fell who fell.
Needless to say, I had fallen.
The Milton quote bounced around my head, entirely devoid of meaning. My eyes opened to the dark night and the full moon. I could not move, nor could I control my thoughts. My awareness seemed like it was there, but there in a way where I could not process the information around me, in a way where I would remember it as having been there only after the fact.
My eyes locked on to the moon. The bright bulb which shone the sun's rays stared back at me, in all its tragic glory.
O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams....
O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams....
O sun, to tell thee how I hate thy beams....
I couldn't remember the rest of the verse, but I knew it mattered. I knew it was important for some strange reason. Somehow it applied to me having fallen from that tree; somehow it applied to this dark night outside of....
...Maybe it was my frazzled state that made me forget which came first: the sudden remembrance that I was outside of Aurora's house, or the image of her form looming over me with worry.
“Are you okay?”
Why would she be here? Outside with me under this moon?
“Hey, can you hear me? Tell me how many fingers I'm holding up.
Stop moving your hand so quickly. Why is everything so blurry? Why are you out here?
“Can you speak?”
“Th...Three....” I replied meekly.
She made a gesture I could not recognize in my haze; I merely knew it was a gesture. And then something grabbed me and started to pull, and I was being led into the house I'd been gazing into only moments ago.
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