[size=10px]This is a furry story.
This story is being started with the intention of making at least one sizable contribution to it per day, as per Remmy’s “artistic endeavour a day” stipulates. I find it best when read mentally with an aristocratic British accent, but your mileage may vary. Enjoy.[/size]
This story begins with a pair of panties.
The panties in question were a gentle shade of pink, cut low and imprinted with an admittedly adorable red heart shape on the back, just above the hole cut open for the tail that was to go through it. The presence of the heart modulated the overall presentation of the panties to give the impression of a line straddled just between an innocent cute and a rather flirtatious kind of sexy.
It was for precisely this reason that the panties caught the eyes of Louis as he breezed through his school’s large cafeteria, though this was aided generously by the attractive rear that filled them. Louis positively gawked as he moved by with his tray balanced in his hands, suddenly smitten by the feline sitting by herself at a table who was either perfectly alright with her low-cut panties being on full display due to her equally low-cut jeans, or otherwise unaware of the free show that she was giving anyone who merely happened on by, such as Louis did.
Of course, Louis didn’t sit down immediately right then and there at the table, engaging in friendly conversational with the ulterior motive of gaining access to the aforementioned panties, because that was simply not the kind of boy he was. That’s not to say that he was a better class of boy than the one who would sit down and talk to the feline and her wonderful panties, but merely that his modus operandi was a bit different.
Instead, Louis kept walking until he was absorbed into the cluster of friends that he usually spent his time with and began eating his lunch. During a lull in the conversation between himself and his friends, Louis eventually pointed out the existence of the panty-wearing feline, who his friends generally concurred to be a new student named Sarah, who was, it was agreed by the friends, building a reputation as a “bit of witch”. Despite this reputation, Louis still found that he was unable to keep his eyes off of the attractive young woman, right up to the point when the school’s bell rang loudly, signaling that the lunch period had come to an end and that it was time for the students to head to their next classes.
That is how the story began.
|Some time later…|
It had been one of the most enjoyable things that he had ever done. This thought was on Louis’s mind as he lay awake in Sarah’s bed, staring at the ceiling in Sarah’s room, with Sarah herself cuddled against his chest beside him.
We should probably back up a bit and explain in brief the series of events that lead up to an enthused and mildly boggled Louis to find himself here in Sarah’s bed, enjoying a moment of slightly sticky bliss with one of the most beautiful felines he had ever met held tightly against his side and fading rapidly into happy unconsciousness.
Louis had obviously eventually managed to work up the courage to approach the feline that he had become so smitten with, which is a lot more than can be said for most of the other girls whose look that he had fancied at one time or another. Things had slowly and gently snowballed, and what was a nervous conversation over trays in the lunch room eventually became a friendly familiarity, and what was a friendly familiarity eventually blossomed into a relationship that could very well be termed as intimate. As is the general course of things, this lead to spending time with each other outside of school, including evenings and nights that Sarah, who hadn’t turned out to be a witch at all, spent over with Louis at his house and evenings and nights that Louis spent over at Sarah’s house. This most recent evening, Louis had been invited over to Sarah’s house. Sarah had told Louis that her mother would be away for the night, and, as people at the age that Louis and Sarah are wont to do, one thing had lead to another.
The panties had very much played a large role in these things that had been lead to. As coincidence would have it, Sarah happened to be wearing the very same panties that had so attracted Louis’s attention on the first day that he became aware of her existence, and when the moment had come in which she pulled herself out of her low-cut jeans and stretched out atop her bed for his benefit, he thought that his heart was going to explode out of his chest, to say nothing of other organs of the body that were similarly becoming quite cramped. Revealed in all their glory, the front of the panties were found to be just as enticing in their display as their rear, revealing a small pink bow worked into the fabric on the front, along with, as he could now see, pink lacework around the holes for the legs. It could be said for them that they were perhaps a bit childish in their looks, but to the watching Louis, there had never been a sight infused with more passion and arousal, to say nothing of the rather fetching feline who currently occupied them.
And, so, Louis did the acceptable thing to do when presented with these kinds of situations and, for the first time in his life, made passionate and uncontrollable, if a bit clumsy, love to Sarah. Afterwards, early in the morning, they had finally finished, culminating in the point at which we now arrive, in which Louis lay staring at the ceiling with the now dozing Sarah passed out beside in pitch dark.
Now, as Louis lay there in quiet contentment, a couple of unfamiliar emotions started to steal over him. Mild shock started to gently blossom into outright nervousness as he realized just how deeply he had gotten involved with this beautiful young feline next to him, going so far into a relationship as to have passionate and uncontrollable sex. Passionate and uncontrollable sex was something that was generally frowned upon for people their age, with stern admonishings administered by both his mother and father at infrequent intervals, along with the yearly sexual education classes. As mentioned before, Louis had certainly never gone this far, and the knowledge that he had induced some feelings of panic, and he was gripped by the sudden and irrational urge to desert the scene of his crime. This is, of course, a very rude thing to do to a friend who you have just made passionate and uncontrollable sex with, but the panic was, of course, making Louis do things that he wouldn’t normally do otherwise.
As such, Louis scrambled around the room in pitch blackness, groping around with his hands in an attempt to retrieve his clothes so that he could dress himself and make his getaway. This is a difficult thing to do when you are in a room that you are only haphazardly familiar with, so it did take some time before Louis was completely dressed, belt cinched around the waistband of his jeans and his hooded zip-up sweatshirt zipped, which Louis had taken to wearing without a t-shirt underneath it, as is the norm. From there, it was an easy job to quietly sneak out of her room and down the stairs to the front door where he had come in at and taken off his shoes. Once they were safely on his feet, Louis, careful not to make any extraneous sound, opened the door and snuck out to his car, which he promptly started up and drove straight back home. So tired and overwhelmed with what had just happened was Louis that there was scarcely any time between him falling on top of his bed and falling straight to sleep, still completely dressed.[/size]