I could feel my fur ruffling as her cheek stroked against mine.I could feel my fur ruffling as her cheek stroked against mine. Her lips met mine and we kissed, tongues meeting, and whose was whose became a matter of semantics. Her masculine scent was strong. My own tongue felt thick and strong against the one I had control of, which by itself felt softer and thinner. I think I was analyzing it too much, because she backed off and looked at me. "You're thinking," she said. I nodded. "It's hard not to." "Let's try taking off our clothes," she said, stripping off the green collared shirt I'd put on this morning. I removed the t-shirt I was now wearing. We took off our pants and shoes and threw them aside. Now naked, I had a good chance to appraise myself. |