Oldest Story Ever Told

The door to the bathroom swings open; Bethany hurriedly shuts the door behind her and locks it,

“What are you doing?” Raleigh says, his question is answered by her lips against his, her tongue skillfully works its way into his mouth, her tongue lightly caresses his, she breaks away giggling,

“Oh my god, your tongue is like a kitten’s,” she says putting her hand over her mouth,

“What’s going on?” he asks her, his voice distant,

“What do you think?” she kisses him again, her lips working against his, her hands run down his back pulling his fishnet shirt from his pants, his hands lay motionless on her hips, too terrified to try anything else. She grabs one of his wrists and brings his hand to her breast, he slowly rolls the mound in his palm getting a feel for the soft firmness of it, she kisses down his cheek to his chest, she nips at one of his nipples through the fishnet, she is rewarded with a low purr from his throat, his other hand slowly begins exploring her bottom, he slips his hand under her skirt feeling the smoothness of her panties, she rolls her tongue into a mock purr. Bethany turns her face up to Raleigh’s, he licks his lips and leans down to kiss her again, she meets his lips in a brief almost chaste kiss, she jerks his shirt from his pants and pushes him back against the counter, he is just tall enough for it to make him sit on the counter, Bethany pulls his shirt over his head, her tongue trails down his chest to the small patch of hair just below his navel, Raleigh shudders as she drags her teeth along his skin,

“You like that?” she asks him playfully, Raleigh swallows and nods his head, Bethany traces her fingers over the tent formed in his pants, Raleigh moans long and soft, she unzips his pants and jerks them down his legs nearly pulling him off the counter, the fur on his tail straightens in fear, instinctively, Raleigh draws in a shuddered breath, Bethany curls his tail around her hand and arm, she smoothes down his fur, the smooth slickness of it is sensual against her skin. She presses her lips against the tip of the tent in his boxers, he rests his hand on her shoulder gently massaging the muscles under her skin, she kisses his stomach again as she works her fingers under the elastic of his boxers, she shimmies them down his legs letting them fall to the floor, her hand strokes the length of him, her thumb massages the underside of his head, Raleigh makes a small pleasured whimper, Bethany slowly licks the tip of him till he shines in the light of small bathroom.

She takes him between her lips, her tongue teasing him as she takes as much of him into her mouth as she can. Raleigh’s grip tightens on her shoulder through the warm, tickling, pleasure. Bethany looks up at Raleigh his eyes closed tight, losing himself in the sensations. Bethany bobs her head slowly pursing her lips on ever upstroke. Raleigh bites his lip, relying on the pain and blood to prolong his orgasm. He’s never been with a girl before but he can tell Bethany definitely knows what she is doing.

“Oh God,” Raleigh breathes, “wait, stop.” He can hear his stepfather’s voice in his head berating him for passing up such a “Choice lay,” Bethany stops and looks up at him.

“What is it?” she asks him, her hand slowly stroking the length of his shaft,

“I-, aren\'t we going a little fast?” he wasn\'t about to give up his principles to please Cain.

“Not really,” she rises to her feet, links her arms around the back of Raleigh’s neck and kisses him deeply. Raleigh pulls Bethany away from him,

“No, I just want to go slower,” Bethany looks into his eyes, her own wide with surprise.

“Well how slow are we talking here?” she says curling his hair around her fingers,

“How about getting to know each other first?” the lust leaves her face quickly,

“I, I don\'t know,” fear traces the edges of her eyes, “Not even just a quickie first?” she asks trying to keep her composure.

“No quickies,”

“Not even just one?” she says trailing her fingers down his chest to his crotch, she closes her fingers around the head of his penis. Raleigh kisses her on the cheek,

“Sorry,” he whispers into her ear.

“Shit,” she curses under her breath,

“Come on would it be so horrible to get to know me?” she rolls her eyes upward taking a moment to think about it,

“I guess not,” she’s unenthusiastic. Raleigh pulls his pants back up, tucking his shirt in,

“Now let’s just go back out there and finish our drinks,” Raleigh leans in and kisses her softly on the cheek. Bethany turns around quickly hiding the brightness in her cheeks,

“Sure whatever,” she says, completely nonchalant, she unlocks the door and slips out of the bathroom. Raleigh checks himself in the mirror; he runs his fingers through his hair fixing any stray strands. He’s surprised to find that he hasn’t even put any makeup on yet. He turns his lip outward and looks at the new cuts, his tongue probes the tiny wounds little tingles of pain radiate from them. Raleigh steps out of the bathroom and walks back to the booth, his tail swaying seductively behind him.

“So, how do you want to go about this?” Bethany asks, as Raleigh sits down, her eyes are locked on her mug.

“Well, we’ll just have to figure that out as we go,” a small smirk spreads across Bethany’s face,

“What if we figure out that we just want sex?” her foot runs up his leg and nudges between his thighs. Raleigh closes his legs on her foot,

“I guess that’s a possibility, but not just yet.” She pulls her foot back. Her face is sullen; she rubs her arms as if she were cold. Bethany takes a sip of her cooling coffee, staring into the dark, shining liquid. Her attention is torn away by a familiar voice,

“Hey Bethany, what’s up?” a guy dressed in faded jeans and a loose leather jacket walks over to their table. He has long auburn hair held back with a decorative clip.

“Fuck off Josh, I\'m busy,”

“Yeah I can see,” he says pressing his hands to the table, he looks Raleigh up and down, “You might want to re-think your choice in women kitty cat,”

“Yeah, sure thing,” he says it without meaning it, he’s grown to just agree with whatever jerks like him have to say, he’s grown tired of arguing with them, it’s easier to have a conversation with a brick wall sometimes. This is the tactic he’s come accustomed to using with his stepfather.

“I said fuck off,” her eyes burn with hatred and tears, she promised herself that she wouldn’t cry if she saw him again and she’d be damned if she broke that promise now.

“Fine, cool your jets bitch I\'m goin’” Bethany closes her hands into tight balls and shuts her eyes tight,

“So who was that fine, upstanding fellow?” Bethany half chuckles at Raleigh’s sarcasm, she opens her fists and looks at the eight half circles in her palms,

“Just an Ex, well, my only Ex.” She sucks back her tears, only barely able to keep her promise to herself. She takes a few deep cleansing breaths followed by a large sip of her coffee.

“Charming,” Raleigh says, “He always that big of a dick?”

“Only everywhere but in bed,” she replies with a smirk, she holds her index fingers about three inches apart.

Raleigh laughs; he covers his mouth with his hand.

“Why did you do that?” Bethany asks,

“Do what?” he raises an eyebrow curiously,

“Cover your mouth when you laughed,” he looks at his palm and then back at her,

“Just used to it I guess, kids in grade school picked on me enough for having ears and a tail, just figured no need to give them more ammunition by showing them my teeth.”

“I\'m sorry,” she feels the need to apologize but has no idea why or what for.

“Eh, it’s okay; kids find something different about someone and make fun of it, I guess I was an easy target,” Raleigh says with a genuine smile. They spend most of the rest of the day window-shopping and have lunch in the food court, at the end of the day they exchange phone numbers and part ways. Raleigh rolls up to his house meeting his mother in the driveway

“Oh, Raleigh honey, good timing, I wanted to tell you in person that I\'m going to visit my sister for a few days, she\'s really fallen to pieces over the divorce.” His mother says spreading her arms for a hug, Raleigh rolls into his mother’s arms, her auburn hair brushes against his cheek, with the skates on he’s taller than she is, normally they’re about the same height,

“How long will you be gone?”

“I told you honey, a few days,”

“How few? Like two to three few or seven to ten few?”

“More than three less than seven hopefully,” Raleigh tightens his grip around her and breathes deep of her scent, “Why do mothers always smell like home?” he wonders to himself.

“I met someone today,” Raleigh blurts out.

“Oh? What’s her name?” she asks with a lilt of curiosity

“Bethany,”

“I\'m sure your father would enjoy hearing about that.”

“Stepfather,” Raleigh corrects her,

“Right, sorry,” She puts her hands up in a defensive act, “Well I should be going if I want to make it to your aunt’s before it gets dark,”

“Alright,” Raleigh kisses his mom on the cheek and skates to the house.