Chasing Your First

Chasing Your First

        “So, was your goal to get canned in the most epic way possible?” Chyenne asked. She was driving, as she always was, while Brian was in the passenger seat beside her.

        “I’ve been saying I’m going to do it for months.”

        “That’s just idle chitchat. We all have those urges; we don’t act on them though! Do you know how many manhunts there would be if I acted every time I said I would kill someone?”

        “It’s over now. No need to bring it up.”

        Chyenne shook her head. Brian relaxed in his seat. He looked out the window, at the highway guardrail that was speeding by. “We got enough in savings,” he said. “We got a lot in savings. And I get a severance package and can apply for unemployment, as long as they don’t try to block it.”

        “And what are you going to do, just lie around the house? Watch your ass grow?”

        “I’ll get another job.”

        “Good luck getting a reference from Ms. Mabel. I mean, when most people want to leave a job they give a 2 week notice. I’ve never seen anyone-“

        “Don’t mention it, please. I still can’t believe I tore my pants off at the Sexual Harassment Seminar. I don’t even remember going into the auditorium.”

        “You know it’ll probably pop up on YouTube? Someone, somewhere, had a camera. Like that airline attendant who lived the American Dream: telling off all the whiny, entitled whores who demand an extra pillow.”

        “Shut up, Chyenne.”

        “I’m just saying, how did you get the cow to wear the parachute?”

        “Shut up.”

        “And the water balloons filled with paint. I mean… that was paint, right?”

        “Please shut up…”

XXX

        Two hours later, and they were finally home and had eaten dinner. And as they always did, they cuddled up in bed and watched some television, a nice way to unwind after such a long, eventful day. Brian lay on the bed, propped up against several stacked pillows, sometimes yawning lazily. Chyenne lay on top of him, arms wrapped around him, one ear resting on his chest and listening to the pound of his heart. She giggled softly. Even after years and years together, he still got a bit warm and flustered when they lay like this, her groin resting on his. She could feel the warmth of his growing erection, housed in the fabric of his pants but still taking shape. She wiggled her hips as she sometimes did, grinding the hem of her jeans against his pants, making him wiggle slightly, but try to remain calm and play it cool. Even after all these years… there was something gratifying about that…

        “You’re going to have a lot of free time, I think, now that you quit your job.”

        “I’ll look for another job!”

        “Not what I mean. You’re right about our savings. Besides, you’ve worked hard, for a long time. You deserve a simpler life.”

        Brian smiled. “Yeah, it’ll be nice. Get to sleep late even one day a week. I haven’t done that since high school.”

        Chyenne turned her head, and softly kissed over Brian’s chest. When her lips touched his shirt, she scooted higher over his body, and was soon gently kissing and nibbling, caressing his neck, and then she moved her lips to his and softly kissed him. “You can sleep all day and all night if you would like to. You’ll be able to just lounge on the bed, tongue out, totally nude while I lean over you and give you gentle affections. I’ll feed you and brush your hair, clean your ears, clip your nails. I’ll wash you every day and make sure you’re nice and clean. You won’t have a care in the world.”

        She felt the poking in her groin growing larger and thicker, warmer against the crotch of her pants. All these years, and she could still get him hot with a couple of passive, innocent words. He really did love her. At least she knew how to get him really, really horny. And she gave him an affectionate kiss on the lips, before she began to prowl her way back. Sitting down on his thighs so she could stroke over his body, she took hold of his belt and began to undo it. The button of his pants came next, and then the zipper. His erection, fully engorged, tented his underwear, while a pent up trickle of white oozed onto his belly and pubic fur. The musky odor of male practically spilled out once the housing was no longer restricting it. He wiggled and groaned, biting his lip as she scooted farther back, and tugged the pants down to his knees. Leaning forward, she used two fingers to gently rub his erection through the fabric of his underwear. Her fingers remained at his base, rubbing the thickest part, just teasing him for now. Brian settled back, and closed his eyes.

        “Men are so easy,” she muttered. “A pair of warm lips, two fingers, and I could bring you to orgasm right here and now.”

        Brian chuckled. “You know I love your dirty talk.”

        “I’m serious. It’s so easy for you. I think, you think, it’s that easy for me too. But women are different. Women need a little more tenderness, a few more kisses and nuzzles before you dive right in. And even then, it shouldn’t just be how hard can you plow or how deep can you go. Sometimes it’s nice to have a little technique over brute force. A little motion in your hips instead of charging like a bull, that can do wonders.”

        Brian spread his legs a little wider apart, and gave a content sigh. “Oh baby, draw me a diagram. Nothing gets me horny like your feminist banter. Can you put your hair in a bob-cut or something? That would be hot! No, burn your bra and roar! Oh!” He humped the hair, chuckling softly.

        Chyenne shook her head, and stood up from the bed. She walked to her dresser, and opened the top drawer. Rummaging through for a moment, she at last uncovered a blue dog collar. Brian rolled his eyes. “We can do bondage, just no hot wax, alright? That shit fucking burns.” Brian sat up to pull off his shirt, throwing it aside.

        Chyenne crawled onto the bed, and once more settled down on his legs, sitting gently and without hurting him. She reached forward, over his chest, and softly kissed him on the lips. He held her up, and kissed her back. The deep embrace was held until he heard a clicking noise, in which time she pulled herself back and gave a wide smile. Retreating once more, she took hold of Brian’s pants as she went and tugged them off fully, throwing them carelessly to a corner of the room where they wouldn’t be a problem. A thought occurred to her, and she quickly retrieved a leash from the top drawer. Scurrying back to Brian, she swiftly attached one end of the leather leash to the collar, and tied the other to the bed frame. The bed frame was simple in design, made from cast iron for durability, so it didn’t matter how much he fought and pulled, it wasn’t going to come apart. After all, she imagined their might be quite a bit of fighting for what came next. And when everything was in place, she prowled backwards, and came to rest between his legs, watching him, staring intently.

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