Ronnie was coming over later. He'd been gone for a little over a week.
That meant a good session of sex tonight, as long as he didn't get too drunk.
She put her hands on her breasts, thinking of him touching them, fondling them, sucking on her nipples. She grabbed both her nipples and rolled them, as the familiar sensations started building below. Her right hand now trailed down her body. She cupped her pussy and then pressed in, circling slightly.
Her middle finger now crooks and delves between her lips, tracing a path and feeling wetness that has nothing to with the water cascading over her body.
She strokes past her clit and moans lightly. Thinking of Ronnie's hands, she pushes two fingers inside and begins rocking against her own hand, making little whimpers and moans.
More, she needed more.
Her fingertips now hovered directly over her clitoris and rubbed in brisk circles as she built to her climax. Faster, harder, panting, moaning, her forehead braced against the shower wall. The water was starting to run cooler.
Then, with a cry, she tipped over the edge of her orgasm, and struggled to remain upright in the shower. Breathing hard, and shaking a little, she cleans up a little more and turns off the water.
Wait. Ronnie didn't have brown eyes, who had she been fantasizing about?
Huh.
She pulls open the shower curtain and grabs a towel. She rubs briskly at her short, wavy, dark brown hair and steps out of the tub.
Then she screeches, grabbing for the sink, as Emmett sticks his nose in her exposed crotch.
The noise she make made him jerk back, but he had gotten her slick juices on his nose. His tongue extended and he licked her wetness off. Mmm, good. He stepped forward again, to get more, to lick it directly from her. She pushed him away.
"God, Emmett, no. NO." She wraps the towel around herself and pads into her bedroom.
He follows and sits quietly. His chocolate eyes follow her movements. She finishes drying off and throws the towel on the bed.
Her scent is heavier here but he also picked up the smell of another male. A low growl rumbles in his chest.
She turns from her closet and looks at him a bit fearfully now.
He then lays on a throw rug, puts his head on his forelegs, and quietly watches her again. He'd scared her with the growl. He couldn't have that. He had to get her to accept him, to trust him.
She stood there, with the closet doors open, naked, contemplating. He looked her over. Nice, toned legs. Nice, full hips and the ass that went with. One of the hallmarks of the human female. He'd never been a fan of skinny women. Her body narrowed at the waist, then got larger again up her back to her shoulders. Her hair was a deep mahogany, but shorter than he'd like, coming down just below her ears.
She threw a pair of jeans on the bed but was having trouble deciding on a blouse.
Finally, she pulls out a purple Hard Rock t-shirt with curlicues on it.
He now admires the front of her body as she turns for the dresser. Nicely sized breasts, not too small, and not too large. The small patch of trimmed hair at the top of her thighs, the same color as the hair on her head. A tattoo! Not very large but definitely there. A small scarlet butterfly just to the left of her pubic hair. He picks up his head and his tongue lolls out. Beneath him, his penis starts creeping out of his sheath.
What to wear? What to wear?
Well, jeans, of course. Now, top. Hmmm. It was supposed to be a reasonably warm day so, short sleeved. Something Ronnie would appreciate. Oh, yes, this one hugged her curves nicely. This would work.
She turned for the underwear drawer, glancing at Emmett as she did so. The way he was looking at her made her vaguely uncomfortable. She tried to place it. Almost hungry. Sexual.
Great, she was displacing her horny feelings onto a dog.
OK, underwear. She cold go commando but that wouldn't be half the turn-on unless she told him.
Aha! Just what she wanted.
She starts to pull on a pair of red lace panties and straightens up, looking at him again.
Ah, very nice. Would the bra match?
He watches as she pulls out the lacy material. Yes, marvelous.
She attaches the loops around her waist and twists it, putting her arms through the straps and pulling it up into place. She then lifted each breast, to set them properly within the cups. A demi bra! Her nipples were just exposed over the tops of each lacy cup. The coolness of the morning made them stand out. Naughty girl. He licked his lips.
She then shrugged on the t-shirt and pulled on the low slung jeans. His eyes were riveted on the skin that showed between the shirt and the jeans. She shakes out her hair, runs her fingers through it, and walks toward him.
He stands as she walks over. Crouching, she takes his muzzle in her hand. "Put a hole in my screen door, didn't you?"
He whines slightly at the disapproving tone.
"You need to learn some manners."
She turns to leave the room, and he follows, limping along behind her. He has some trouble getting down the stairs but manages it.
She goes immediately to the back door. "Huh. Look at that. How'd you manage that one?"
She's relieved to find he hasn't put a hole in the screen; it just pulled out of the track along the edges of the door.
She retrieves a screwdriver and pulls the screen taut as she pushes the rubber gasket back into the channel with it. She then stands, puts her hands on her hips, and surveys her work. Not bad. She pats his head as she goes back to return the screwdriver to a drawer.
"OK, you're forgiven."
She looks at the clock. "Now, let's check you out again. Then, if you insist on hanging around, I should get you something else to eat."
He follows her into the kitchen, where she collects a cloth, the gauze, and a basin of water. She sits down on the floor and pats it with her hand. "C'mon, lay down. Let's see how you're doing."
He complies and she wets down the cloth and touches his shoulder. She examines the wound.
"Huh, that doesn't look half bad. OK, how about the back end?"
She moves back a bit to check the wound on his flank. There's crusted blood there and she cleans it off, as gently as she can manage. "That doesn't look bad either. OK, looking good. Now for the leg."
The bite is below what would properly be called the knee. So she pulled the ends of the gauze open and started teasing it away from the wound. He yipped as it started to pull away and his head jerked back towards her. She quickly dropped his leg and backed up. She then chuckled nervously when he licked the wound on his flank.
Fear. His sudden movement had scared her. She didn't trust that he wouldn't hurt her.
It had hurt when she started pulling the gauze off and he had jerked involuntarily. He licked the wound on his hip while she settled again.
He had to get closer to her so he had to avoid scaring her, as much as he could.
He whined as she continued to pull the gauze off and yipped once more at a particularly tender spot.
Blood now. She had pulled off some of the scabs in the process. He sprawled out on his side, laying his head back down in an attempt to make her comfortable.
Water again. The cloth cool on his skin, cleaning the blood off.
"Now, Emmett. I think one more time with the gauze. You're healing quicker than I expected."
She rewraps the area, moving his leg up and down as she works. He watches her. She seems to be staring at his cock and balls.
"Do the ladies like your style, Em? Are you a hung puppy?" She stops and closes her eyes.
Finishing the re-wrap, she sets down the cloth and the gauze. She scratches behind his ears and runs her hands down his back, feeling his fur. She stops when she sees the tip of his cock sticking out.
"Sorry. I don't mean to tease you. I just haven't gotten laid in a while."
She stands, throws out the gauze and rinses out the cloth. His eyes follow her around.
"OK. Since you seem determined to hang around here," she's standing, looking at him, hands on her hips again, "I should get you something else to eat. I'm running out of beef."
"So, I need to go to the store and you aren't staying in here while I do it."
She grabs her car keys and her purse, cellphone stuffed in her back pocket. "C'mon, Emmett, get up." His tail thumps on the floor. "Up! Get up! C'mon."
He makes no move as she stands at the front door. She looks at him a moment, quirking her lips to one side. She sighs and walks to the back door. She opens it and he limps over, the rear leg touching the floor occasionally, and walks onto the back porch. She closes and locks the rear door and pats the porch. "Go ahead, lay down. I'll be back soon."
He lies on the blanket and she pats his head then walks off the back porch. As she turns the corner she finds him beside her again.
"No, Emmett, please go back to the porch." He looks at her, wagging his tail. She crouches in front of him. "Please. Just stay here. I'll be right back. I'll be right back. Stay."
She wants this so much but he doesn't want to be away from her, now that he's found her.
He tries to follow but she closes the door on him.
He whines, cries, and barks to get her attention, to make her come back.
He hears the sound of the motor turning over and the garage door ratcheting up. He runs around to the door but she's already pulling out onto the road.
She glances at him with a sad look on her face as she drives off.
He follows briefly then turns around and goes back to her back porch. With a huff, he flops back down on the blanket and sprawls out. It's getting warmer.
Damn. In a matter of hours he's really gotten attached to her. It was really weird. She'd never heard of a feral calming down so quickly.
He really acted, most of the time, like he had been tamed.
She keeps thinking about the way he's been watching her as she pulls in to the grocery store. She gets a big container of hamburger, some wet dog food, some dry dog food, and a few more things she needed. Salad, spaghetti sauce, some frozen vegetables, potato chips. She checks out then stops to pick up a six pack of beer.
A little more than half an hour; the dog food decision had taken the most time. A stop at the ATM and then back home.
She hoped he hadn't lingered in the road. She didn't want him to get hit.
He's just started dozing, breathing in her scent, when he hears the car slow and pull into the garage.
As he struggles up to go out to the garage he hears the door come down. Damn.
Around the side of the house he sees her carrying bags inside. He pushes inside as she opens the door. "Emmett!"
He stops, turns, and looks at her with sad brown eyes.
"I was going to let you back in. You needn't be so impatient." He whines, still with the sad face as she deposits the groceries on the counter.
He watches her move as the vegetables go in the freezer and the beer, burger, and salad go into the fridge.
She starts, smiles, and turns as the doorbell rings.
She opens the door.
