Maybe You're a Raccoon

"I'm sorry," she whimpered. "I feel so dumb but it just—"

She cut herself off with a whimper as the thunder cracked again, far worse than the storm had been earlier in the day.

My arms went around her instinctively. I regretted it almost immediately; I had no right to be holding her like that. I had even less of a right to be holding her like that when I was in nothing but my boxers and she was in a thin T-shirt and...

God, I hoped she had at least panties on, because she sure as hell didn't have pants on. Her legs were bare, smooth and soft and chilled against mine where they touched.

I swallowed hard, willing myself not to think of anything but trying to make Shay feel better. I couldn't do that to her. I couldn't handle the guilt of enjoying how she felt against me.

"It's just a storm," I whispered. "It'll be over before you know it."

She sniffed but didn't say anything.

"I know they suck," I said. "I know you hate them."

"I'm so embarrassed," she said, her lips brushing my skin. "I just threw myself into your bed because I can't handle a storm like a fucking adult."

I tried not to laugh, but she felt my chest shake.

"Don't laugh at me," she choked. "I said I was sorry for earlier and—"

"I wasn't," I said. "I swear. I was laughing 'cause you said 'fucking' and you never swear."

Her giggle was shaky, but it was a giggle all the same. "Well, shit."

I couldn't hold the laugh back that time, but she laughed with me. And that was great, it would have been great, except when she laughed, her... well...

There was no classy way to say it. When she laughed, her tits moved against my chest, and I could feel her nipples underneath that thin shirt, and that was something I couldn't ignore.

I bit down on my lip as hard as I could, trying to shock myself out of a reaction, but it was hopeless. All I could do was shift slightly away from Shay under the guise of laughter, hoping she hadn't felt anything and hoping she wouldn't insist on moving closer.

"Thank you," she said as she stopped laughing. Her nose nuzzled my chest, her face so close I could feel her eyelashes when she blinked. "I was trying to be calm but it just kept getting worse and I thought... I just couldn't."

"Worse?" I said. "How long has it been storming?"

"About fifteen minutes," she said. "I'm sorry I woke you up."

"It's okay. I'm glad you did. I don't want you to be scared."

"Thank you."

"You can stop thanking me and stop apologizing."

She snuggled in closer, her hips almost brushing against my cock. My stomach jumped into my throat, but I was able to keep my hips away from hers.

"Okay," she said. "Just kick me out when you want me to go."

I didn't want her to go, but I didn't want to tell her that. "Will do."

She flinched a few moments later as thunder crashed again, the wind howling against the bedroom window as rain pounded it.

"Why are you so scared of storms?" I asked her when the crash had faded.

"I always have been," she said. "I mean, if you want the legit traumatic event behind it, it was probably when I was a kid and my parents took me camping, and they stayed in the trailer with my aunt and uncle while my cousin and I slept in the tent, and there was a storm that night and the tent blew away."

"What?" I said.

"Yeah. The pegs came out of the ground and the poles snapped, so the tent ended up kind of wrapped around a tree."

"With you in it?"

"Uh-huh."

"Jesus, Shay."

"So I've been kinda scared of them since then. And also of tents."

I choked on a laugh. "I mean, that's understandable, I guess. Why didn't I know that about you?"

She shrugged and her nipples poked against my chest again. I almost groaned—almost—but managed to stay quiet.

"What are you scared of?" she asked.

"Clowns," I said.

She giggled. "No, you aren't. What are you really scared of?"

My biggest fear at that moment was her discovering the fact that I was harder than a rock, but I couldn't exactly say that. I also couldn't explain that I was terrified of losing her, or tell her how I felt.

"You," I said, nudging her jokingly. "You terrify me."

She was half-laughing when lightning flashed and thunder boomed at the same time. A whimpering sort of shriek was the only warning I had before she pressed her entire body against me again.

I knew she felt it. I mean, I felt her against it, so it only made sense. My body went rigid and my breath caught in my throat, every muscle in my body frozen in a state of tense terror.

This was it, I thought. This was the moment when I lost my best friend.

When she didn't move, I didn't know what to do. Slowly I let out a breath, waiting for her to panic, but she didn't say anything. For a long moment, I waited. I waited for her to pull back, for her to laugh, for her to push me away or tell me off, but she didn't.

"I'm sorry," I breathed when I couldn't take the silence anymore. "I... I should've told you I... I'm sorry. I didn't want you to think I... you're my friend and I didn't... fuck. You should go, Shay."

"Why?"

"Because I... I like you."

She didn't say anything to that, and she still didn't move. My mouth was dry and I licked my lips, breathing shallowly through my mouth.

"I'm sorry," I said again.

"You are a nice guy," she whispered. "And I don't mean that in the weird bad way that you think it is."

I frowned. "What?"

I felt her cheeks pressing against my chest as she smiled. "You're trying to kick me out of your bed because you like me and you don't want me to feel uncomfortable."

"Well... yeah," I said helplessly. "I mean... I don't want you to think I'm just trying to, you know... you're my friend, Shay. I don't want to lose you."

"And that makes you a nice guy. A real nice guy. And you know what else?"

I swallowed hard. "What?"

"I don't want to be a raccoon anymore."

Neither of us moved. Neither of us spoke. I immediately started overthinking because what the fuck else do you do when you're holding your best friend and admitting that you're attracted to her? Really, what the fuck are you supposed to do when says she doesn't want to be a raccoon? What does that even mean? Did she mean she wanted to stop dating losers like Landon and Peter and whoever the hell the other ones were? Did she mean she wanted to date me because she thought I was a nice guy? And she knew I was hard, she could feel it. What the fuck are you supposed to do when the most beautiful girl in the world trails her fingers down the side of your body? Was she honest-to-God slowly moving her leg up over my hip and hooking it around my back?

She was. Holy shit, she was. She was moving in slow-motion but her leg was wrapping around me and her body was shifting so my cock was between her legs and...

The good news was that Shay was wearing panties. If she hadn't been, I might have come all over her immediately. As it stood, things were close. Her pussy was so warm I could feel it through the thin layers of fabric between us. She didn't say anything as we touched, but I felt air drawn sharply into her mouth as she inhaled, her face still against my chest.

My mouth dropped open as she shifted her hips gently, so subtle in her movements that it could have been mistaken for a general twitch, except for the fact that she did it again. And then she did it again. And the third time she did it, my arms tightened around her of their own accord.

She kissed my chest, her lips as gentle as flower petals against my skin. I was almost afraid to touch her, but my hands had other ideas. I traced my fingers down her spine, trying not to groan when it made her shiver against me. When my hands reached the small of her back, I hesitated, not quite believing she was real, not quite ready to touch her ass. Instead, I crumpled her shirt into my hand, tugging it up enough to feel the bare skin just above her panties.

When my fingers made contact with her skin, she moved purposely. I pulled my hand away, sure she'd suddenly realized what she was doing, certain that she was about to run away, but she didn't. She exhaled, her breath tickling my chest, and then I felt her ribs shift as she inhaled, and when she exhaled again, her breath brushed against my lips.

Lightning flashed just then. Shay's eyes were level with mine, sparkling in the sudden burst of light, so close I couldn't even see the rest of her face. I knew she was smiling, though. I felt it as soon as the lightning crackled out of existence and her lips touched mine.

It was too dark for her to see that my eyes were still open, widened in shock as she kissed me. When I finally seemed to realize that the soft mouth touching mine was real, and that it was there on purpose, and that Shay was fucking kissing me, I kissed her back as hard as I'd ever kissed anyone before.

Her smile widened as I brought my hand to her neck, holding her head still as I explored her mouth. Her arms were around my waist, fingertips scratching lightly along my back as I slipped my tongue past her lips. I kissed her until I couldn't breathe, until I was dizzy and craving more of her mouth, more of the sweet taste of her lips, more of her pressed against me.

"Austin," she whispered, her breath hot on my lips.

"Yeah?" I gasped back.

"I want you to touch me," she said.

"Where?"

She shivered as thunder rolled outside. "Everywhere."

I wasn't going to say no to that.

I touched her slowly, sliding my hand beneath her shirt and kissing her as I traced my fingers along her waist. Her stomach muscles fluttered beneath my fingers as I touched a spot near her bellybutton; when I did it again, she shuddered and inhaled sharply. I made a mental note of that spot before dragging my fingers along her ribs, feeling the way they rose and fell as her breathing quickened, and finally brought my hand up to cup her breasts.

She wasn't the only one who made a noise as I touched them; I groaned as I finally felt the weight of her breast in my palm, her bare skin softer than I could have ever imagined and her nipple delightfully hard and crinkled. Her shirt rode up, baring her stomach, and she moved closer to me so it was pressed against mine as I fondled her.

I made sure to feel every inch of her breast and paid extra special attention to her perky little nipple before moving my hand to the other one. Her hips rolled against me as I played with her other breast, her breath hot against my lips each time I kissed her. I stayed that way for a long time, longer than I could have called comfortable, but I couldn't get enough of her breasts.

"You can, um, kiss them, you know," she finally said.

"Yeah?" I breathed. "Awesome. Okay."

She shifted against me, wriggling out from my arms. I felt her sit up beside me, kneeling as she removed her shirt, and prayed for lightning to flash so I could at least see a glimpse of her.

Someone out there was listening, and there was a long moment of brightness as lightning filled the sky, long enough for me to truly appreciate the beauty of Shay's tits and the perfection that was her body before the world went dark again.

"You're beautiful," I groaned. "Jesus, Shay."

She laughed and I expected her to lie back in my arms but instead felt her shift on the bed again. When she returned to my side a few moments later, I realized why: her panties were gone.

Before I could say anything, her breasts were pressed to my face. I groaned, kissing the heavenly mounds of flesh that were pushed against me. I didn't go for her nipple right away, instead inhaling deeply and sighing. She smelled amazing, a scent I couldn't explain, something distinctly feminine and arousing and just so her. I gently squeezed one breast while I focused my lips on the other, licking between them before kissing along the underside.

Shay squirmed against me and I waited until she stilled before taking her nipple into my mouth. She made a high-pitched noise as I flicked my tongue against it, another one when I grazed my teeth along it, and a full moan when I sucked on it firmly. The sound of her, the smell of her, the taste of her: all of it made my cock throb, aching as her body brushed it occasionally.

I wanted her so much.

She seemed to want me just as much. A few moments later, she made a frustrated noise before grabbing my hand and shoving it between her legs.

"Please," she whimpered.

"Since you asked so nicely," I whispered, and she giggled.

I explored her folds as she gasped and squirmed beside me. Her nipple was still in my mouth when I slipped a finger inside of her and she moaned, squeezing my shoulder. The hot wetness of her pussy gripped my finger, clutching it as I pushed it in her slowly, relishing the feel of her tight hole around me.

"Austin," she moaned. "Oh my God."

I fingered her slowly, increasing my speed only when she whimpered in frustration, adding a second finger only when she was so wet I could feel it coating both my palm and the back of my hand. She pushed herself against my hand, shuddering as I continued tonguing her nipple, her breath coming in short gasps. Her arm wrapped around my head, holding me tight to her chest, and I knew she was close when her legs startled to tremble.

"Coming," she whimpered. "Oh, my God..."

I don't think she heard the roar of thunder that happened as she came. I barely heard it; she moaned so loudly and bucked her hips so wildly that I could barely sense the world that existed outside the covers of my bed. Her pussy walls clenched around my fingers, holding them in place.

I had never heard anything so beautiful, felt something so amazing, or wanted someone so much as I wanted her. My cock ached, throbbing painfully in my boxers, precum staining the front of them.

"Wow," she finally gasped. "Oh, my God. Wow."

I smiled, her breasts still pressed to my face as I withdrew my hand from between her legs.

"That was amazing," she said.

"You're amazing," I whispered.

Her laugh was tired and breathless as she clutched me to her.

"Just give me a sec to catch my breath," she whispered. "That was... whew. I don't remember the last time I came that hard."

"Careful, you're going to give me a big head," I said.

"I thought I already had," she teased, bringing her hand between us.

Her fingers trailed along my stomach to the waistband of my boxers. I swallowed hard, desperate to feel something—her hand, her mouth, her pussy, my hand... anything, really—against my cock. My pulse quickened in anticipation as she pulled my boxers down, my cock springing out. I lifted my hip to help her, kicking them off when they were low enough.

I caught glimpses of her as lightning flashed. Her eyes sparkled as she looked at me, her lip was tucked between her teeth, and her hand was teasingly close to my cock. Tension curled through my muscles, up my back to my shoulders and down my arms as I waited for her to wrap her fingers around me.

When she finally did, I shuddered, my cock twitching in her palm. She kissed me, gripping my shaft lightly, but her hand didn't move. It wasn't enough; I needed more. I was desperate for more. I couldn't help pushing my hips forward, but even as I did, she didn't move or tighten her grip.

I didn't say anything. I didn't even make a noise. I took a breath, my cock throbbing painfully, and when lightning flashed again, there was an amused look on Shay's face.

"You want me, right?" she asked as thunder rumbled.

"More than anything," I admitted. "So much."

Her hand moved away from my cock and I almost cried until she mirrored her action from earlier, slinging her leg around my waist. I swallowed hard as the heat from her pussy radiated against me. I was sure she was going to sink onto me, but she brushed her slit along my shaft instead of letting me enter her.

I couldn't complain. It felt good. Her pussy was wet and hot and it was rubbing against my cock. It's just that it wasn't enough. I was so hard I could barely think. All I wanted was to come, to sink inside her, to jack off, anything, and instead she just ground her pussy against me.

I didn't say anything, but when I pushed forward a bit and Shay stopped, I couldn't stop myself from making a soft, frustrated noise. Shay heard it and she kissed me, her lips curling up as she reached up to brush my hair off my forehead.

"Please," I whispered against her mouth. "Shay, I..."

She kissed me again before moving her mouth away from me. Her torso pressed mine, her legs trapped my cock between them, and she brought her lips to my ear.

"You are the nicest guy I know," she said. "And I like that. But I need you to be a little bit bad, too."

"What?" I said.

"Just a little," she said, her voice high-pitched, almost teasing.

"I don't—"

"You're going to have to fuck me, Austin," she said. "I know you're the kind of guy who's going to be all sweet and respectful and make sure I'm sure, and make sure I'm comfortable, and make me come a zillion times before you even consider it yourself. And I'll let you do that to me next time, if you still want to be with me. This time, though? You're going to have to fuck me."

"I mean, are you sure you—"

"Ah, ah," she said, and she rolled her hips so my cock slid along her slit. "I just told you what you need to do, and asking if I'm sure was not part of it."

"But—"

"Yes," she whispered. "Yes, I'm sure."

"I don't..." I groaned as she moved against me, teasing my cock again. "Oh my God, Shay."

She made a soft noise and moved her lips away from my ear. When I caught a glimpse of her by the next flash of lightning, she was looking up at me, her eyes glazed with mischievous desire.

I panted as she teased me, as her pussy slid up and down my shaft, as the tip of my cock brushed her hole but didn't enter her. My hips moved forward, yearning for her, but she kept a steady pace of torture. She was driving me crazy, but that wasn't... I liked her. I didn't want to just fuck her, I wanted...

I couldn't even remember what I wanted. She tormented me with her body, touching me, teasing me, playing with me. She was sure, she said. She wanted me to fuck her. She wanted me to be selfish and use her and that wasn't something I'd ever done.

"Please, Austin?" she whispered.

Her pussy slid along my cock slowly. My body decided it was time for me to stop overthinking, and when her dripping hole was near the tip of my cock, I shifted suddenly and thrust forward, shoving myself inside her without so much as a word or a second thought.

The noise she made started as a yelp and turned quickly into a moan as I buried my cock in her drenched pussy. I moved my hand down, grabbing her ass and pulling her against me hard, driving myself forward until every inch of my cock was inside her.

"Yes," she breathed. "Oh, that's so—"

I didn't let her finish. I kissed her hard, absorbing whatever word she was about to say with my lips, letting it trail off into a whimper that vibrated against my mouth. Without pulling out, I used my body to guide her onto her back, feeling her moan as her legs spread wider for me.

She was beneath me when the next strike of lightning flashed. Everything about her was perfect: the perfect little smirk on her face, the perfect teeth biting her perfect lip, her perfect breasts heaving as she watched me.

I reached down, grabbed her hair, and kissed her again as I started slamming my cock into her body.

She squealed against my mouth, gasping as I bit her lip, moaning as I pounded her as hard as I could.

"Yes," she moaned. "Oh my God, Austin."

I didn't say anything. I couldn't. All I could do was bury myself inside her, feeling the way her tunnel stretched around me, drunk on the wetness of her pussy and the feel of her tits bouncing and the taste of her skin as I moved my lips to her neck.