Worlds Apart

Their lips parted and Liz drew back, peering up at him, the dancing flames reflected in her green eyes. She was breathing heavily now, her grip on his arm almost painful.

"You dumbass," he said, "I've been in love with you since I was old enough to know what the word meant." She wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in the nape of his neck, he felt a wetness on his skin, tears of happiness this time.

"I worried about it for so long," she said, her voice muffled by his clothes. "All this time...and neither of us ever took the first step. What the hell do we do now?"

"Make the best of it while we can," Jamie replied. Liz bit her lip, seeming conflicted, her tail flicked back and forth on the couch.

"There's no time left to hesitate, and I'm tired of wondering, worrying about what people think of me. I want to do what feels right." Liz placed her clawed hand on Jamie's chest and pushed him down to lie prone on the furry couch, clambering atop him and straddling his lap. She looked down at him with a confidence that Jamie had never seen her display before. "I don't know how this is gonna work," she whispered, "but let's find out." She pulled her sweater over her head, her blonde hair cascading down her shoulders as she tugged the garment free, discarding it on the carpet. She did the same with her undershirt, exposing her flat, lightly muscled belly and her pert breasts contained within a white bra. Jamie hadn't ever seen her nude, and she had stopped visiting swimming pools with him when she had begun to develop into a young woman and had become more self-conscious about her changing appearance. She really had lost all of the fur on her torso, leaving smooth, caramel colored skin indistinguishable from that of a human. She reached her arms behind her back and fumbled with the clasp on her bra, eventually succeeding in unhooking it, letting it fall away to expose her shapely breasts. Liz had really filled out, it was hard to tell at a glance because she wore so many heavy coats and sweaters that obscured her figure. While her boobs were modestly sized, they hung attractively from her chest, firm and perky.

"You can touch...I want you to touch me," Liz said, her voice breathy and low. Jamie reached up a trembling hand and sunk his fingers into her soft flesh. He felt his growing erection press against the crotch of her sweatpants as the breast deformed in his grip, spilling between his digits, almost as delicate as warm butter. Liz's cheeks reddened and she rolled her hips, pressing her groin down on the now conspicuous bulge in his jeans.

"Feels good," Liz muttered, her eyelids fluttering, and he took her other breast in his free hand. They were perfect handfuls, and he cupped them gently, weighing them in his palms and kneading. He felt firm tissue beneath the supple fat, and Liz loosed a short, sharp gasp as he delved deeper.

"Do you think we need to use protection?" Liz mumbled, placing her furred palms on the back of his hands and pressing them down on her chest. "I don't think a human and a Borealan can...oh, what does it matter?" She leaned down and pressed her pink lips against his again, a furry hand cradling his cheek. She pushed her rough tongue into his mouth; aggressive more than exploratory this time, and it just kept coming. He couldn't believe how long it was, it was slightly rough and slippery, and it uncoiled from her like a snake to fill his mouth. Even if they had both been experienced, their anatomical differences would have made it awkward, an unfamiliar chill passed down Jamie's spine as he wrestled her oversized organ with his own. Their tongues entwined, Liz mouthing softly, tasting his inner cheeks and the roof of his mouth. She broke away with a smack, breathing heavily, the hot air tickling his neck.

"Am I going too fast? I know girls aren't supposed to take the lead, at least they don't in movies and books," Liz asked, suddenly unsure of herself. Jamie ran a hand up her spine, sampling her glass-smooth, warm skin with his fingertips and pulled her closer to him.

"I don't care what girls are supposed to do, I don't want other girls, I want you." Liz smirked, her cheeks flushing a deeper shade of red as she hovered over him, her pink nose an inch from his face.

"Well, if that's the way you feel..." She snuck a hand between her legs and squeezed his bulge through his pants, Jamie twitched, exhaling sharply. She pushed her face into the nape of his neck, nuzzling, rubbing her feline nose on his skin. "There's just something about you that smells...right."

Liz was usually so meek, Jamie had never seen this side of her before, and he was starting to like it. He had wanted her for as long as he had understood what that meant, but he had never expected to have her, especially not like this. She wasn't a frightened little girl anymore, she was a woman.

Jamie unzipped his jacket, struggling out of it as he lay on the couch, then pulled off his t-shirt, exposing his torso. He had always been tall for his age, and he had shot up during adolescence, leaving him a head above most of his friends. He loved sports and spent the bulk of his free time at the track practicing for school competitions, giving him broad shoulders and a muscle tone that drew the attention of the girls in his classes, and their ire when he rejected them. If he couldn't have Liz then he didn't want anyone, and he had feared that if he were to start dating she might have gotten the impression that he didn't like her, following suit. What an idiot he had been, it was obvious to everyone around them that they were smitten with eachother, the whispers and rumors were all true. Only Jamie and Liz had been too blind to make the connection, too afraid to speak their minds, well no more.

Liz eyed him covetously as she sat atop him, drinking in the contours of his svelte body, admiring his youthful musculature. She brought her face to his chest and kissed his collarbone, moving down to his hip, mouthing and licking as if she were intending to eat him. It tickled, but he kept still, the warmth and wetness of her mouth felt good on his skin. She reached his belt and struggled to undo the clasp with her thick fingers, Jamie's excitement mounting as she succeeded in pulling it loose, and unfastened his zipper. She hooked her curved claws into his jeans and pulled them down along with his shorts, he winced as his erection caught on the elastic waistband of his underwear, then it bounced free to stand before Liz's now burning face. He was a big guy, appropriately endowed, and he could almost hear Liz's heart pounding in her chest as she looked it over. She reached out and pressed the spongy pad of her index finger against the tip, feeling it pulse and watching Jamie wince in response.

"W-What do I do? I'm supposed to put it in my mouth, right?"

"Uh...yeah, be gentle," Jamie replied, seeing stars as he imagined what that tongue might feel like winding its way around his member. Liz gripped the shaft in her silken palm, wrapping her fingers around it, careful to keep her sharp claws out of the way. She felt the heat of it, the contours of the veins, how it throbbed in her grip like a second heart. She wanted this...thing, it was so big and unsightly, but she ached for it. She could feel a warmth spreading through her loins, an agitation that made her want to roll her hips and rub her thighs together. She felt oddly...aggressive. It was unlike her, but she felt that if she wanted Jamie, she had to take him. It was as if some primal impulse was welling up inside her.

She tightened her grip, stroking Jamie's erection up and down as he balled his fists and an unbecoming whine escaped his lips. Her furry hand was so silky, so warm, she was squeezing a little hard but it was a pleasant pressure that sent jolts of electricity rolling up his spine as she massaged him. She looked up at him, her green eyes flashing in the low light.

"Is that right? Does it feel good?" He nodded, his breath coming in ragged bursts and his mind muddling. He didn't know what else to do, so he just lay there and watched her as she stroked. She grinned and returned her attention to his member, leaning closer and pressing her lips against his glans to plant a soft kiss. She must have taken his twitching as an invitation to continue, wrapping her lips around the tip and dragging her tongue across it. Its texture was course, but not painfully so, and it was slick with her saliva. It was so warm and soft, he could feel the smooth inner lining of her cheeks as she took him into her mouth. She curled her slippery tongue around his tender glans, sneaking it beneath his foreskin and painting the sensitive surface, the stimulation was intense enough to make Jamie cover his face with his hands.

"Damn, Liz that feels...don't stop." She looked up at him, holding the tip of his member in her mouth, and Jamie's heart skipped as she made eye contact. She started to stroke again as she sucked softly, careful not to catch his skin with her sharp teeth. Her smooth breasts were resting on his thighs, and he could feel their pliant flesh, the now erect nipples pressing against him. He sunk his fingers into her long, blonde hair, combing the straight strands. She had always been so close to him, yet just out of reach. Now he could touch her, taste her, feel her in all the ways he had longed to.

He felt a pressure welling inside him that he couldn't stem, his heartbeat quickened and his muscles tensed, his hips rising off the couch. His back arched involuntarily, and Liz seemed surprised, her eyes widening as he pushed against her.

"Argh, Liz I'm gonna..."

He shuddered as he felt his orgasm ripple through his body, clenching his teeth, a pulse of white light forcing his eyes closed. Liz did her best to hang on as he jerked, placing her free hand on his hip and pushing him down into the couch so he couldn't gag her. His abdominal muscles burned as they wrung him out, forcing his emission into Liz's warm mouth. He felt her tongue glance the tip, sending fresh bolts of harsh pleasure flowing through his body as sweet afterglow drowned him in bliss. He felt Liz swallow, and opened his eyes look down at her apologetically, his face beet red.

"S-Sorry, I didn't-"

"Hush," she replied, pulling back and wiping her mouth. "It felt good, right?"

"That was...that felt more than good, Liz."

"It tasted bad," she chuckled, then cut him off before he could apologize again. "But I liked it, because it came from you."

She let him catch his breath, turning her head to watch the fire dance in the hearth, biting her lower lip again. Jamie reached up and gripped her hips in his hands, running them up her body, feeling the subtle muscles that hid beneath her curves and the texture of her dusky skin. He made his way up to her breasts again and she rolled her head back, seeming to enjoy the sensation as he groped them. She slipped off him suddenly, standing beside the couch and tugging her sweatpants down. She stepped out of them, almost tripping, steadying herself against the armrest as she struggling to kick the clothing clear of her clawed feet. The sandy fur that covered her lower legs ended just below the knee, her thighs were naked and polished, springy muscles visible beneath the surface. She hesitated for a moment, as if she was unsure, then leaned over to pull her cotton panties down around her ankles. She stood before Jamie as he sat upright on the couch, her curvy figure silhouetted against the fireplace, fluffy tail waving back and forth behind her.

She returned to sit adjacent to him on the couch, lying on her back with her head propped up against the armrest, her thighs tightly shut as if she were embarrassed.

"Jamie, I want you to..." He got the picture, and rose to kneel in front of her. He placed his hands on her knees and parted them gently, Liz covered her face with her fluffy hands and whined as he exposed her, peeking down at him between her fingers.

Her mound was smooth besides a tuft of silky, golden fur, like pubic hair but finer. He rested his hands on her inner thighs as she splayed her legs for him, her skin was almost fever hot now, the muscles in her legs twitching beneath his fingers. He was already at full mast again, unable to control himself as Liz lay before him, offering herself to him.

He kissed her hip, his lips lingering on her skin as she wriggled and yelped. She smelled odd down there, musky, but inviting in a way that tickled the back of his brain. He began to salivate, feeling a fluttering in his belly as he contemplated returning the favor. He splayed her puffy labia with his fingers, exposing the delicate, pink flesh within. It was moist and glistening, and she closed her thighs around his head as he probed experimentally, it looked essentially like a human one was supposed to.

"D-Don't stare at it," she mumbled from behind her furry hands. He leaned closer and licked her tentatively, grazing her vulva with his tongue. She rolled her hips and bucked in response, and Jamie felt a trembling hand find purchase in his hair. She gripped it a little painfully, but he didn't mind, and continued his exploration. He found a hard nub of flesh buried beneath a hood of pink skin, that must be her clitoris he thought to himself, and licked it. Liz jerked as if she had been electrocuted, tugging at his hair.

"Damn it, go slowly!"

"I'm sorry," Jamie said, raising his head to look up at her over her mound. "Did it hurt?"

"N-No...it felt good," she said sheepishly, her breasts shifting as her chest rose and fell rapidly. "But go slowly." Jamie didn't really know what to do with her, her organ was a maze of folds and creases, leaking clear fluid that made his fingers slippery. She tasted of salt and metal, a slightly sour flavor that might have been unpleasant if he wasn't so damned turned on.

He licked and mouthed, spreading her lips with his fingers and trying to gauge where she wanted him to focus his attention. He found an opening towards the bottom, and pushed a finger gently inside. He felt slick, hot muscles close around his digit, squeezing as if she was trying to push him back out. She loosed a breathy whine that made his erection pulse, feeling her tug at his hair. She was so sensitive, he must be the first person to ever touch her like this. He pushed it deeper, feeling around as her fleshy, quivering walls enclosed him, playing his tongue over her mound and inner thighs as he went. She had draped an arm over her face, covering her eyes as she gasped and squirmed, her hips jumping every time he kissed her or wriggled his finger inside her. He started to push his finger deep, then draw it out again, finding a rhythm that made her roll her hips against his hand reflexively. Her breathing became less regular, coming in ragged, short bursts as she arched her back in time with his thrusts.

He licked her clitoris again, making sure he wet it with saliva, and started to circle it slowly with his tongue. She yelped and jumped, contracting around his finger with a strength that almost hurt. Her juices were flowing now, leaking from her in a steady stream of viscous, slimy liquid that seeped around Jamie's finger. She was giving off such a carnal scent, did all women do this or just Borealans? Her musk was exciting him, he could feel the heat emanating from her loins on his face, he tasted the salty sweat that glazed her toffee colored skin in a glistening layer.

"Is it good? Should I keep going?"

She peeked down at him from beneath her furry arm, peering between her plump breasts as they bounced in time with her gasping breaths and her restless shifting.

"I...I like it...don't stop..."

He returned his tongue to her clitoris, drawing it out gently from beneath its protective hood with his lips, then felt her wrap her muscular thighs around his head. Her tail coiled around one of his arms and both of her hands flew down to bury themselves in his straw-blonde curls. She growled like a little lion, and Jamie got the impression he should push her further.

He fucked her with his finger, moving it more quickly as her velvet insides clung to it with a surprising suction, dragging his tongue across her firm protrusion as her legs shuddered and squeezed his head. He had never realized just how strong she was before now, he was almost worried that she would pop his head like a cantaloupe. She doubled over and dug her claws into his back, but he endured, feeling the hot panting of her breath on the back of his neck. Her whole body was shivering as she clung to him.

"Fuck Jamie, don't stop, I'm gonna come," she whined, her demanding voice trailing off into a pained whisper. Hearing her say his name like that, feeling so wanted, it drove him crazy. He plunged deeper and faster into her sopping tunnel, increasing his pace. She grunted, raking her claws up his back as her orgasm tore through her body, her vagina gripping him like a fist. She clung to him as she rode out the climax, her claws stung his back but he didn't care. She shuddered and convulsed around him as he licked softly, drawing out every last jolt of her climax, the cramps of pleasure that wracked her body slowly winding down.

She released her hold on him and lay back on the couch, gasping as she caught her breath and recovered. Jamie shuffled up beside her, his erection pressing into her thigh, and draped an arm across her belly. She pressed close to him, turning towards him and resting her face in the nape of his neck. She was so much shorter than him, her head barely reached his chin. He played his finger over her hips and belly as she bathed in her afterglow, feeling the warmth of her slick skin.

"Sorry, did I scratch your back?" Liz mumbled, pressing her puffy lips against his shoulder and kissing apologetically.

"A little, but I don't mind." She wrapped a furry arm around his waist and drew herself closer, as if she were trying to bury herself in his arms. Her tail coiled around his leg, and he could feel her breath on his skin.

"Tell me that you love me, Jamie," she mumbled, as if she were afraid some invisible bystander might overhear them. "I want to hear it again..." He whispered it into her furry ear, and she shivered with glee, rubbing her face against his chest like a cat. At least for a while, nothing else mattered, it was as if they were alone in the world and nothing outside of this room existed. Jamie's fears and anxieties melted away as she lay in his arms, her soft breasts pressing against his skin, her gentle breathing and her pumping heart calming him.

They lay together for a while wrapped in eachother's arms, and just when Jamie was starting to worry that Liz had fallen asleep, he felt her fluffy fingers grip his still throbbing shaft.

"Let's...go all the way," she whispered, biting softly at his throat with her pointed teeth. She seemed aggressive again, demanding. "I want to do it in a bed though." Jamie nodded affirmatively and rose to his feet, taking her by the hand and pulling her up off the couch. She followed behind him on shaky legs as he led her out of the living room and up a staircase to the second floor, pushing open the door to his bedroom. It was a small room, with only a single bed, a dresser for his clothes, and a desk with a computer terminal. The walls were covered in posters for school sports teams and there was a shelf with a few trophies he had won at competitive events. It made him feel a little self-conscious now as he stood beside Liz with his erection protruding in front of him, both of them stark naked. She took the lead, tugging him forward and pushing him down to sit on the bed.

She looked oddly hungry now, the misted eyes of a vulnerable girl were replaced with a covetous, expectant gaze that traced the contours of his body and zeroed on his member as it pulsed in his lap.