Vixens Ch. 01

She didn't even hear Iris approach and the first indication she had that she was not alone was the soft rustling just before a paw reached and gently stroked her hair.

Olivia smiled. Opening her eyes slowly, she looked up into Iris's eyes. "How did you know they were gone?"

Iris giggled softly. "We saw them drive off and we heard you 'weren't feeling well."

Olivia giggled with Iris. "I just didn't feel like a trip into the city. Besides, I haven't seen you in days." She sat up and the two old friends....locked arms and strolled down by the water as if they were two lifetime girlfriends and not a human woman and an anthromrophic fox impossibility crafted from the imagination of an eccentric old artist.

They chattered happily, alone for the first time since Olivia's return for the summer. Any 'normal' human being would have tilted a head to the side and blinked in disbelief, had they seen the pair wandering along carelessly sharing an ageless bond, laughing and smiling...catching up. Two old friends. Only, one was human and one was 'not'.

They waded out into the pond, letting the warm water lap at their ankles, their thighs as they continued chattering. Iris wanted to know all about Olivia's adventures in the city, her studies, and her adventures outside of the classroom.

Olivia blushed as she described her experiences making new friends and as the conversation wove eventually around to the topic of sexual discovery. Life, for her, had been somewhat guarded and she hadn't had either the freedom nor the 'nerve' to venture out much along the lines of her own sexual nature before leaving home for such an extended period of time. Distance, maturity, exposure to her newfound friends and just the nature of one's first year as an 'adult' had changed all of that, however. Now, safe in the warm company of one she'd grown up with...she was free to express herself openly.

As they stood in the pond, water lapping gently at their thighs, bathed in sunshine, Iris smiled as she listened to Olivia's happy chatter about independent life. She was, as she'd always been with Iris, unfiltered and unafraid of revealing her true thoughts and emotion. The two females were as sisters and always had been since the day they met, neither one of them seemingly aware then of the differences between them

They talked and laughed, splashed at each other now and again, and Olivia went on, eager to share her stories of the past year.

Olivia blushed initially as she talked about her adventures, but with Iris's coaxing, and the warm pond water tauntingly lapping between her legs, she lost herself talking about the curious way it felt when she had learned to cause a man pleasure with her mouth.

As the two smiled as if in a conspiracy, Olivia looked off into the distance and remembered how, over and over again...as if she were insatiable, she would inhale deeply as he smiled, lowering his Levi's. She loved that musky, masculine scent.

She loved the way he stiffened when her lips parted and she slid her mouth over his bulbous, cock and felt the smooth firmness fill her mouth. He would sigh, sometimes take her hair in his hand and she would lose herself in the strange, yet wonderful feelings she got when she sucked him. It was taboo. Some as too much regarded it. It was magnificent. She loved feeling him get even harder in her mouth as she began sliding up and down his shaft. She'd reach for him, and wrap her fingers around his base and slide her hand, squeezing, as she slid her mouth, smooth and warm and slick, up and down his shaft. Her lips wrapped 'round him, sucking gently as she slid downward, then her tongue sometimes sliding along, tasting his salty excitement growing as she rocked up, and felt that wonderful ridge slide between as she caressed his head and then slid back down, stroking him with her mouth while her hand squeezed and encouraged him.

He would sigh and she'd increase the tempo. Up and down, her head bobbed between his legs. Occasionally, she'd slow to slip her mouth further, taking as much of him in as she could until he touched the back of her throat and she relaxed open further, accommodating him and with a sigh, open and close her throat in a 'swallowing' motion, milking him closer. She loved the way it felt having 'all' of him inside her mouth and her own heat would nearly send her over the edge just from the pleasure it gave him.

Bobbing, sliding up him and down him while her mouth 'memorized' each vein, each ridge, all of him. She slid and bobbed and increased her tempo as he cooed at her. When his body became stiff, and she could feel him tighten his grip in her hair, she knew. He'd speak to her and she'd increase her tempo. Sliding her mouth up and down, slick velvet enveloping him, he would begin to erupt in her mouth and, with a fluid motion, she'd slide him deep into her throat and feel the spasms while she gently, but firmly, swallowed spurt after spurt until he calmed and she closed her eyes, swallowing now gently as if to caress him and to linger....not wanting to waste a single drop of him...reluctant to slip back up, slowly...and then let her face rest in his lap while he stroked her hair and breathed.....

"My my my, Olivia. You've become quite a little vixen, Iris remarked with a sparkle in her eye, enjoying the quite intentional play on words."

Olivia threw back her head, laughing easily as she slid her arm around the 'real' vixen's waist and they strolled toward the shore laughing. "Oh, Iris", she said. "I am so glad to be back here with you. I missed you so much."

Iris smiled warmly, nuzzling Olivia's neck as they walked. "And I, you."

The strolled slowly in the late afternoon sun. Back up the short path to the gazebo and continued their conversation of life and lust. Girl talk.

Olivia stretched out on her back in the shade, her head at the edge of the table, while Iris stood behind her, smiling down as she braided her thick red hair as she had so many times over the years.

Iris listened as Olivia shifted the conversation to talk about her roommate in the dormitory. Stalina was a bright, attractive and fun-loving woman and they had gotten along famously.

As Olivia related a story of an evening shared with Stalina, Iris tugged hard at the twist of hair in her fingers. Olivia's eyes flew open and she squinted in the sunlight until Iris's face shadowed her own, blocking the sun and she saw the sparkle in her eye and the smirk on her lips in a feigned 'pout'. "So Stalina is to replace me?"

Olivia rose quickly, swinging around to sit on the edge of the table, legs dangling over the edge. "Oh Iris", she answered. "Nobody could replace you." She reached and pulled Iris to her in a warm embrace as they both smiled.

Iris hugged Olivia back tightly. After a moment, she broke the fond embrace and leaned back, sliding her hands down Olivia's arms to her wrists, giving them a squeeze. She moved forward, nudging herself between Olivia's thighs and smiled as she continued leaning in until her forehead pressed against Olivia's. "And this Stalina...does she thrill you?"

Olivia's head listed to one side as she digested and considered Iris's question. Blushing for a minute, she opened her mouth to reply but Iris's soft lips suddenly covered hers and she felt herself sigh as the softness of Iris's slightly parted lips grazed against her own.

Again, Iris nudged gently forward and wrapped her arms around Olivia, easing her back again to rest upon her back atop the wooden table. Leaning over her, she kissed her face and throat, nibbling down to linger at the shallow juncture where neck joins shoulders...that exquisite feminine juncture of flesh and clavicle, so alive with nerve endings in females. Shivers of maddening delight washed over Olivia as Iris continued.

She nibbled and kissed her way across Olivia's shoulders, sliding the spaghetti straps of her summer dress over her shoulders and then nuzzled down, pulling the neckline of her dress with her teeth as she exposed Olivia's now very erect nipples. First one, then the other, she brought them between her lips and swirled and nibbled, delighted in the way Olivia's back arched to rise and meet her attentions and the little gasps and moans as she licked and nibbled and blew on her lovely nipples.

Reaching around her, embracing her and sliding her hands underneath up and down, she let her mouth wander down her belly and pushed her nose and her lips against Olivia' soft fabric-covered tummy until she reached the small rise between her thighs. She brought her hands under Olivia's bottom, and squeezed as she lifted up and nudged up under the hem of her dress.

Olivia gasped and Iris whispered "Does she do this, Olivia?"

Olivia made absolutely no effort to stop as Iris slid her delicate white lace panties from her hips now and let them fall down her dangling legs, off in a heap in the grass. In fact, she drew her thighs up, letting them part as her knees bend.

Iris's voice became hushed, "Lie still" she whispered, coming up over Olivia and kissing her lips "And I will give the most delightful thrill of all."

In the next moment, she began kissing her all over while one hand played with the thin moss over Olivia's sex. Instantly, Olivia was in a heaven of delight and she couldn't lie still. Her bottom moved on the table, her hips set in motion as Iris's lips swept up and down her body and legs. Not a spot escaped her hungry lips. From breasts to feet, her lips rained kisses. For several seconds, she contented herself with her feet and then slowly ran her mouth up her legs to finally nudge between Olivia's now very open, trembling thighs right down to her very willing moist slit which she began to kiss and caress as Olivia gasped.

Circling her hips with her arms, she fastened her mouth to her sex and began giving her those same gentle, open-mouthed kisses as minutes before. Olivia groaned and reached, pulling Iris's head in her hands as her tongue drove into her. The feeling was wicked, but delightful. Olivia's mind was reeling with a flood of emotion and Iris's tongue swirled about, the fine, soft tip delving within the moist slit, and then stroking up and down between her lips.

Over and over, Iris read Olivia's rocking and gasping and paused just seconds before Olivia fell. Finally, she drug her tongue from the quivering hole at the base of her slit to find the pearl in the center again and she rocked it back and forth, pushing hard.

Olivia arched her hips, pressing up to meet Iris's mouth and cried out, clutching Iris's face softly to her pelvis. Wave after wave of pleasure overtook her until she stopped shuddering finally, and the fox raised up, smiled and leaned forward, kissing her squarely with her damp muzzle.

From behind them, the two women heard a gentle rustle and, in unison, the turned to look. He stood there, leaning against a tree. Arms crossed in front of him, his reaction to the lascivious act the two had just engaged in obvious. "Well....Looks like someone's all grown up."

That summer was one of magic.

Olivia woke sometime just after dusk. The room was cool and dark now and the drapes rustled in the breeze. The painting of Iris had fallen off to the side of her legs and she reached for it, letting her fingers graze over the old, textured canvas. She rose and crossed the room to look out over the moonlight hillside, down the hill and to the reflection of the moon on the water below. Closing her eyes, she drifted for a moment back in time again and wondered.....

...to be continued