A/N: Hi guys this is my first story I've ever published on the site, so this late night reader is becoming a writer. I hope you like my story; it's about a girl in a very different world (maybe not too different) than the one we live in. There are not just people in this world there are anthro's (which means they are half human, half animal). The story below tells of a romance between a girl named Gail and a Werecat Damian.
Enjoy guys and comment :)
~LateNightReader121
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Chapter 1 β The Diner
Gail stretched in bed as the sun peeked through her window, just as she thought; the warm body that she slept with last night had slipped out of her apartment unnoticed in the middle of the night. Typical man, it didn't matter if he was pure human, mixed, or anthro they were all the same; willing to tell you all the sweet things you wanted to hear until they got in your pants.
She sat up in bed, her comforter bunching around her legs before she pulled it off and put her feet on the floor. The soft fibers of the carpet felt good between her toes, she got up and stretched again. Her naked body was silhouetted by the ever rising sun, which lit her small room. Her nipples shown as pebbles on her breasts from the cold air and tingling between her thighs; she was always horny in the morning, if only someone stayed around long enough to find out.
Hot water fell onto her tan skin like a sunny summer rain as she lathered her body with floral soap. She scrubbed away last night and... AnβAndy ...maybe it was Andre? Whatever his name was she wanted the smell of his cologne off of her. Rinsing the suds from her body she shampooed her hair; her thoughts went back to last night.
It wasn't great sex, mediocre at best, but she got off which was better than not. Plus what's his name was pretty good looking; dark olive skin, golden eyes, toned muscles like a Greek sculpture. He defiantly had a little animal in him, probably dog; telling by the more than average hair on his body and his long tongue. And boy if there was a highlight of the night it was that tongue, Gail rubbed the same places he licked hours ago, circling her clit and let out a small moan. She teased her right breast, pinching and twisting the nipple.
Then she plunged a single digit into her hot crevice, lifting one leg to rest on the ledge in her shower. She found the spot inside herself that always made her cum quickly and stroked it slowly at first. Her breath was ragged form her ministrations, she brought her other hand down to her clit and began rubbing it in fast little circles.
Gail moaned loudly, she could feel her orgasm bubbling up inside her as she pumped herself with two fingers now, harder and faster. With a few more strokes her body went rigid, pussy walls clenched around her slippery fingers, and she let out a sound that was more like a growl than a scream as she found her release.
She turned off the water, stepped out of the shower and into a misty room. She wiped the mirror with her hand and smiled at herself, a dark haired girl with brown eyes smiled back. Grabbing a towel, she wrapped herself in it. Going into the living room and turning on the TV for some background noise, while she sauntered to the kitchen. She gazed into her fridge, what she found there was spoiled milk, a spit of creamer for her coffee, and an empty carton of eggs. It was settled she was eating out for breakfast today; hell it was Saturday. Why not?
Gail closed the fridge, as she towel dried her hair on her way back to her bedroom. The TV was droning on about some gadget that could do everything for the low, low price of $19.99 (plus shipping and handling).
Changing the channel to a music station, a song with an upbeat tempo played; she wasn't paying close attention to the music, but it was something she could shake her hips to. Gail opened a drawer and pulled out a lacey pink thong, she went in search of her bra that was flung somewhere in her room.
She found it under the little plush armchair that was against the wall by her bed. Putting it on to support her C cup boobs was a must, she couldn't have them flopping around every which way, she had very sensitive nipples and they would perk up and stick out in a crowd. Guys usually got the wrong impression when your nipples were hard around them.
Gail pulled on some skinny jeans, a black tank top, and sneakers. Grabbed her purse and grey jacket and turned off the TV before she locked the door to her apartment behind her; she was going to have breakfast at the diner down the street. She walked down the busy city streets, the sun peeking through white puffy clouds, as cars honked at each other. To Gail these sounds were the symphony of the city, she enjoyed hearing them. It told her the world was still moving around out there, inviting her to live a piece of it.