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Blue and Gold	By : DrunkenScotsman Category: X-Men - Animated Series (all) > Het - Male/Female Views: 570 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Blue and Gold

One year had passed since the residents of the Xavier Institute for Gifted Youngsters had spearheaded the attempt, ultimately successful, to defeat Apocalypse, a powerful ancient mutant who threatened to bring his namesake to the world. To celebrate, the oldest students had arranged a pool party for all the residents. Everyone turned out for splashing, sun, and snacks.
Kurt had bought a black wetsuit with a stripe of red down the center, to mimic his X-Men costume. He’d cut a small hole in the back for his tail, and he hoped the wetsuit would prevent him from shedding too much into the pool. The diving board provided ample opportunity to show off his acrobatics.
After surfacing from one dive, Kurt noticed two striking figures who’d previously been absent from the party. One – a short, curvaceous young woman in a rather revealing mango-colored bikini that showed plenty of brown skin – could only be Amara. Flashing her winning smile, the gorgeous Latina immediately drew several of the other guys to the edge of the pool, where they jockeyed for a chance to chat her up.
Kurt’s gaze, however, alighted on the somewhat taller blonde who arrived alongside her long-time friend.
Once, years ago, he’d snuck out of the Mansion with her on a date to a carnival that Bayville High was using as a fundraiser. The whole thing had turned out to be a ruse for Tabby to help her deadbeat dad steal the school’s funds, though he later found out that the whole operation had been her dad’s idea. She’d left after that to stay with the Brotherhood. He’d spent a month on Blackbird cleaning duty, thinking about what a great time he’d had. When she helped out in the fight against Apocalypse, he’d hoped that meant she’d be coming back to the Institute; but she’d elected to stay with the revamped Brotherhood, many of whom were leveraging their powers into stable, productive careers. Toad, for instance, worked as an exterminator.
Now, with her standing there in her magenta bikini, the attraction he’d felt for her had reignited. “Tabby!” he called, waving his arm over his head. “I didn’t know you vere coming!”
Tabby crouched to run her finger along Kurt’s jaw, her signature flirtatious move. “Blame my girl Amara for waiting till the last minute to invite me,” she replied in her typical breezy tone.
Up close, Kurt noticed several details. First, Tabby’s bikini top covered more than he might’ve expected, looking almost like a sports bra. Second, she had a navel ring – a basic curved metallic barbell in this case, but he’d seen Jubilee wear some rather elaborate ones, which he now imagined on the blonde in front of him. Third, the polish on her toenails nearly matched the shade of his fur. Fourth, she had a small cluster of birthmarks on the inside of her upper thigh, drawing his eye towards her groin, despite his best efforts to avoid that area.
Abruptly, Tabby cupped his chin and tilted his face upwards until his eyes met hers, cornflower-blue and glittering dangerously. “Eyes up here,” she instructed him with an acidic smile. “Perv.”
Kurt grinned sheepishly. Changing the subject (and hoping to save face), he asked, “Is zat your suit, or did you borrow it?”
Tabby snorted. “Borrow a bikini from Amara?” She booped his nose playfully. “You wish – that’s a wardrobe malfunction waiting to happen.”
Kurt laughed, fighting not to imagine such an occurrence. He didn’t fight terribly hard, though. “Hop on in, zen. Ze more pretty girls in ze pool, ze better!”
Tabby’s mouth curled into a wicked smirk as she teased, “I guess I can’t help getting wet around you.” With that, she leapt over him into the pool.
When the blonde surfaced, Kurt swam towards her. “So, ah… how have you been?”
Tabby didn’t answer for a long moment, staring at the water. “Oh, y’know,” she began. “Isn’t working at Twin Peaks the dream of every little girl?”
Kurt opened his mouth to reply – crack a joke, make an innuendo. Tabby seemed unusually vulnerable just now, though, so he shut his mouth again. He drifted closer to let her know he was here for her.
Tabby looked up at Kurt, her expression inscrutable. With a sudden playful smile, she asked, “How about you? They let you play with the cool toys yet?”
The moment, whatever it had been, had passed.
Kurt shrugged into a lazy backstroke. “I’m taking ze final qualifier to pilot ze Blackbird next veek. If I pass, I can fly real missions for ze team!”
Tabby raised her eyebrows and hummed, clearly impressed. “I might wanna fly the friendly Blue skies sometime,” she teased. “I’d love a ride.”
Kurt wiggled his eyebrows. “Mile High Club?”
Tabby blew a raspberry and splashed him.

XXX

After swimming around for a little while, several of the young mutants decided to start a series of chicken-fights. Jubilee hopped onto Bobby’s shoulders; they’d been flirting forever, since they both moved to the Institute, but nobody knew if they were dating or what. Kitty climbed onto Piotr’s shoulders; they’d been dating for a few months now, but everyone could see how well they fit together.
Kurt turned to Tabby. “You vant in on zat?”
The blonde grinned playfully. “You just want an excuse to put your head between my legs.”
With a faux-innocent smile and shrug, Kurt dove underwater. One of the things he’d always liked about Tabby was her dirty sense of humor. Their innuendoes and jokes often went far enough that Kurt himself couldn’t tell if they were kidding, and he wondered if Tabby ever felt the same.
When Kurt surfaced a moment later, he had Tabby seated on his shoulders. To hold her steady, he put his hands on her smooth, creamy thighs. Glancing upward, he asked, “Comfy up zere?”
Tabby squirmed a little until she seemed to find her balance by hooking her calves under Kurt’s arms. “Let’s go kick some ass, Blue.”
Together, they waded into battle.
Tabby had a height and weight advantage over both Kitty and Jubilee, though both Bobby and Piotr stood taller than Kurt and outweighed him. Kurt’s advantage lay in his superb balance, which he leveraged as the girls wrangled each other above him. Glancing upward, he glimpsed the look of fierce yet playful determination on Tabby’s face, as well as the golden yellow of Jubilee’s one-piece swimsuit, the baby-blue of Kitty’s bandeau top, the beads of water on Piotr’s broad shoulders, and the undaunted grin Bobby wore.
With a sudden squeal, Jubilee toppled over into the pool. Bobby let her go, laughing until her splashdown filled his mouth with water, leaving him coughing. Jubilee surfaced, sputtering. Bobby took off, swimming to the other end of the pool as Jubilee vowed revenge for letting her fall and not going under himself.
Now Kurt and Tabby squared off against Piotr and Kitty.
“Don’t think ve’ll go easy on you just because ve’re friends, Katzchen!” Kurt taunted in a good-humored tone.
Kitty stuck out her tongue. “I’m totally quaking in the boots I’m not wearing,” she retorted.
Eager to resume the fray, Tabby lunged forward…
… and touched nothing but air as her hands passed through her adversary.
The blonde’s forward momentum carried her far enough to pull Kurt face-first underwater. He barely got a partial breath before going under. In a scramble for air, he pushed Tabby off of him, heedless of where his hands landed.
Both of them surfaced at the same time. Kurt gasped greedily. Tabby wore a sour expression. Atop Piotr’s shoulders, Kitty giggled and bowed.
“I wouldn’t have expected a goody-goody like you to play dirty like that,” grumbled Tabby.
Kitty scoffed. “After that whole Sirens thing, you should know I’m not some ‘goody-goody.’ Besides, powers are always allowed in our games. You’d know that if you’d stuck around.” She must’ve realized her words sounded harsher than she’d intended, because she shook her head and added, “Which I wish you had. That’s all I meant, I swear!”
Tabby set her jaw, and Kurt could see that Kitty’s words had stung nonetheless. The blonde smiled dangerously. “Powers are always allowed?” she asked, just before flipping one of her cherry-bombs into the pool right next to Kitty and Piotr.
Kitty squeaked and shielded her face – if she phased her whole body to avoid the splash, she’d pass through her boyfriend and into the pool. Piotr hadn’t seen Tabby’s power that much, so he didn’t know to armor up. The explosion bowled them both over; it was strong enough for Kurt to feel from several yards away, and it sent a massive plume of water into the air.
For her part, Tabby winced. “Sorry!” she called as the waterlogged coupled emerged from the depths. “I didn’t mean to make it that strong!”
“Hydraulic shock, Miss Smith,” called Mr. McCoy from the edge of the pool. “Underwater, your small bomb acted like a depth charge.” He shot her a pointed look as he fished a trio of dazed Jamies from the pool. “Next time, you might call fire in the hole.”
Tabby bit her lip, looking wretched.
Kurt came to her rescue. “Vhy don’t ve get out for a bit?”
Tabby nodded. “I could use a snack.”

XXX

A few minutes later, Kurt gathered some pretzels onto his plate. He glanced over at Tabby, who applied some mustard to a bun. “How long are you staying?” he asked, hoping to dispel this strange tension he felt from her.
“Amara asked me to stay the night. I haven’t decided if I’m going to,” she answered in a brusque tone.
“I hope you vill,” replied Kurt as he grabbed a bottle of water.
“Did you have to grab my ass earlier?”
Kurt blinked. “I’m… sorry? Vhen did I?”
Tabby glanced over as she finished preparing her plate. “When we fell underwater. You grab so much ass, you can’t keep them straight?”
Kurt recoiled. “Not at all! It vas an accident, I svear!”
The blonde frowned, but she squeezed her eyes shut and nodded. Breathing deeply, she replied, “You’re right, Blue. Sorry. You’re not like the dickheads I have to deal with at work.”
Now Kurt frowned. “I’m sorry you have to put up vit zat, Tabby. You don’t deserve such treatment.” He started to reach for her, but he balked, unsure how it would be received.
Tabby’s cornflower eyes flicked to his hand. “Couldn’t wait to get your hands on me again, I see,” she accused with a playful smile.
Kurt laughed and scratched the back of his head. “Vhat can I say? I did just almost drown betveen your legs.” He waggled his eyebrows.
Tabby’s tongue darted between her lips, and Kurt would swear she was blushing. “I’d say there’re worse ways to go,” she replied with a wink.
Before Kurt could respond to that, Amara approached, all smiles. “Tabata, there you are!” The Latina hugged her friend warmly. “Are you having a good time at the party?”
The blonde smirked. “A blast, babe.”
Kurt snickered.
Amara stared blankly – her command of English idioms was notoriously shaky. “Lovely! I thought, since you are done in the pool, we could… hang?”
Tabby laughed. “Right, I guess I have been hanging out with Blue all day, even though you’re the one who invited me.”
Amara tilted her chin upward regally. “Indeed. Quite rude.” The twinkle in her dark eyes belied her serious tone. Turning towards Kurt, she added, “You too, for keeping her all to yourself,” waggling her finger in mock chastisement.
Kurt grinned and shrugged. “Chicks dig ze fuzzy dude.”
Amara surprised him by looking him up and down appraisingly.
For his part, Kurt found himself doing likewise. With her sun-kissed brown skin (much of it on display in the bikini she wore), dark eyes, megawatt smile, and hourglass figure (including a glorious Brazilian butt), Amara was considered one of the Institute’s sexiest girls. He even thought her accent cute, with the way it colored certain vowels and consonants.
Ultimately, though, she reminded him too much of his ex-girlfriend Amanda, down to the similarity in their names.
Breaking his thoughts from that dangerous track, Amara shook her head. “How to say? You are handsome, but not my type, I think.”
Kurt nodded, not hurt in the slightest by that assessment. “Anyvay, sorry for monopolizing Tabby’s time so far,” he apologized, adding an overly-theatrical bow for effect. “Your Highness.”
The girls both laughed.
Tabby swatted his arm. “You’re ridiculous, Blue. I promise not to leave without saying goodbye, okay?”
The young man grinned. “Jawhol. Enjoy ze rest of ze party, you two!”
As they departed to sit down, Kurt overheard Tabby telling Amara, “I dunno why you didn’t just join me and Blue. I wouldn’t have minded a threesome in the pool.”
Kurt shook his head and found a chaise-lounge, fighting to keep himself from dwelling on that mental image, lest his wetsuit give him away.

XXX

About an hour later, Tabby met Kurt by the snack table again. She ran her finger along his jaw. “Got some news you might wanna hear, Blue.”
Kurt’s fur ruffled at her tough, and his tail lashed. “I’m all ears.”
She held up two fingers. “Two things, actually. One – Amara talked me into staying the night.”
“Your old room?” Kurt asked, tilting his head.
“Bingo. It’ll be like old times, for one night, anyway.” The blonde smiled wistfully.
Kurt grinned. “Ze other thing?”
Tabby’s return grin grew wicked as she lowered her index finger, leaving only the middle one raised.
Kurt chuckled and shook his head. “I valked into zat one.”
“Face-first,” agreed Tabby with a wink. After grabbing a soda, she added, “More seriously, Amara also said that, since I’m staying with her, she wouldn’t mind if we hung out this evening.”
“I’d hoped ve might get a chance to really talk,” replied the young man, his smile growing nervous.
“Aren’t we talking now?” asked the blonde with a quizzical scrunch of her nose and eyebrows.
That stung Kurt more than he might’ve anticipated. He looked down momentarily before returning to see his companion putting chips on her plate. “Anyvay, after ze party’s over, I’ll need a shower.”
“If you’re inviting me to join you, I’ll pass,” Tabby commented over her shoulder.
“Zat’s okay,” replied Kurt. “It takes me an hour to vash all zis fur. You’d end up all pruny.” He leaned around her to reestablish eye contact.
Tabby nudged him in the rib with her elbow. “Yeah, right. You’re probably just playing with your bratwurst.”
Kurt wiggled his eyebrows. “Jealous? I saw ze vay you relished eating one earlier.”
Tabby darted towards him, stopping just short and snapping at empty air. A grin lit her face. “It was delicious,” she purred. “Maybe I’ll have another.”
With that, she sauntered off. Kurt would’ve sworn she was swinging her hips more than usual just to tease him. He’d have to remain beside the snack table for a little bit before he could safely turn around.
While waiting, Ray, one of the younger mutants who’d joined around the same time as Tabby (but who’d stuck around), grabbed a few sodas. “Dude, if you’re gonna tap that, you’d better wrap up,” he advised in a conspiratorial tone. “No telling where that’s been.”
Kurt frowned. He’d heard the rumors before, of course, about how “easy” Tabby was, mostly around school. Certainly, she flirted as easily as breathing, and she clearly had an utterly filthy sense of humor. Given her devil-may-care attitude about practically everything else, it only made sense that she’d probably slept around a bit. Part of him doubted it, but he couldn’t put his finger on why.
Part of him didn’t care. Guys could sleep with as many girls as they wanted, and even be celebrated for it. Why shame girls who do the same?
“Danke for ze tip, I guess,” Kurt answered aloud before returning to his seat near Scott, his long-time friend.
He decided to put Ray’s unsolicited advice out of mind and enjoy the rest of the day.

XXX

Later that evening, after showering, Kurt put on a tee shirt and shorts and headed downstairs to rendezvous with Tabby. He found her sitting by herself on the sofa in one of the downstairs common rooms, though not the one where the New Mutants had congregated for video game night. Jubilee remained the reigning queen of Smash at the Institute, and she had no intention of relinquishing the throne.
Kurt stopped short on seeing the blonde. She wore a peach nightgown, one that the young man recognized as one of Amara’s. The silky-looking garment had spaghetti straps, a plunging neckline that displayed no shortage of cleavage, and a lower hem that barely came to mid-thigh on her taller frame. Even considering the swimsuit from earlier in the day, he’d never seen her so exposed.
Now that he thought about it, in fact, Tabby didn’t wear revealing clothes in general.
On seeing him, Tabby tugged fruitlessly on the lower hem. “I brought a change of clothes for after the pool, but I thought it might be weird if I was wearing clothes while you were in pajamas.” She sighed and adjusted her straps. “Luckily, Amara and I are similar enough sizes for me to borrow something.”
Kurt’s tail lashed as his eyes roamed over her some more. “You didn’t pack your own nightie, just in case?”
Taby snorted. “When the weather’s this warm, I usually sleep naked.” She ran a hand through her hair. “How do you think that would’ve gone over around here?”
Kurt wiggled his eyebrows. “I vouldn’t have minded one bit!”
“Ha, ha.”
He sat beside her, at a distance he hoped she’d find comfortable and not crowding. “If ve’re going to talk, zat vould have been pretty distracting.” Kurt shifted to a more sincere mode as he asked, “How have you been, Tabby? Really?”
The blond shrugged and ran a hand through her hair again. “Okay, I guess,” she replied. “I have my own room, anyway. I share a bathroom with Wanda.”
Kurt shuddered. “She gives me the creeps.”
Tabby shrugged again. “She’s not too bad, really, once you get to know her.” She made a face. “Then again, she mostly keeps to herself, so I can’t really say I’ve gotten to know her.”
Kurt hummed and looked hard into Tabby’s cornflower eyes. “‘Not too bad once you get to know her’ – sounds like someone else I know,” he told her with a smile.
The blonde held his gaze for a long moment. “Blue,” she murmured. “I’m gonna tell you something I haven’t told anyone else.”
The young man leaned forward, interest piqued. “Not even Amara?”
“Not even Amara,” Tabby confirmed. “It’s… about why I left.” She took a deep breath. “At the time, I just wanted freedom. No parents, no teachers, no rules, no expectations. I just had no idea… what that freedom would cost me.”
Kurt sat back a little, puzzled to a degree he knew would show on his face. “I… don’t entirely understand.”
Tabby shook her head. “Choosing the Brotherhood might have freed me, but it put a lot of distance between me and the friends I left behind here. Amara… the other Sirens… you.” She sighed. “Today has been one big reminder of what I gave up.”
“You could alvays come back,” suggested Kurt. “I’m sure everyone would love to have you.”
Tabby shrugged. “I don’t think I’m cut out for the hero stuff. Before you mention Apocalypse, that was a special circumstance,” she added as she turned to stare at the wall.
“But you sound so… lonely,” he observed as he scooted closer.
“I’m not close with any of the Brotherhood,” admitted Tabby. “I don’t let people in easily.”
“I’m honored to be one of ze people you do,” Kurt assured her. “Is it because ve have zat in common?”
Tabby’s brows furrowed, and her nose scrunched in that way Kurt thought particularly cute. “Bullshit, dude. Everyone likes you.”
Kurt turned partly away. “Like me, sure. But not many people truly know me. Rogue, Scott, Katzchen… and you.”
Tabby didn’t reply for a long moment. “Is it the fur?” she asked quietly.
“And ze tail. And ze hands. And ze feet. And I’m just… strange.”
Tabby stroked his jaw, this time using the move to turn his face back towards her. Her eyes looked so much bluer than usual in the dim light. “Blue, listen to me. Everyone’s strange in some way. Everyone,” she insisted, a smile curling one corner of her mouth. “For some of us, though, your brand of ‘strange’ is actually pretty hot.” Kurt’s fur ruffled at the soft purr in her voice.
Briefly, his memory flashed to the first time his ex-girlfriend Amanda had told him she liked him for who and what he was. Utter sincerity had shone from her eyes in the streetlight in a way Kurt knew he would never forget.
She’d gone across the country to UCLA last August. By the end of fall semester, he’d received a breakup letter.
Tabby’s lips against his own brought his thoughts back to the present, purging any thoughts of Amanda.
Tabby’s skills as a kisser had become a matter of legend around the Institute. The way her tongue glided over his lips before beginning an intricate dance with Kurt’s tongue hinted at the reason for that reputation. Plus, she tasted like cherry cola, one of his favorite flavors.
Kurt couldn’t get enough. The fruity scent of her shampoo filled his nostrils – probably Amara’s, actually, but he didn’t particularly care just now. He kissed back, matching her as best he could, well enough to earn a soft noise of enjoyment from his companion.
Tabby cupped both of Kurt’s cheeks as she kept kissing him. One of Kurt’s arms snaked around her waist to pull her closer. The other landed on the farther of her knees, her skin a little cool to the touch.
They continued at that level for some time; neither knew how long. The escalation came when Tabby climbed into Kurt’s lap, straddling him. Both groaned into each other’s mouth as her groin nestled against his. Even through several layers of fabric, Kurt could feel a great deal of heat from her.
Tabby began suckling Kurt’s lower lip and grinding back and forth slowly against his long-since stiffened prick. Kurt stroked the curve of Tabby’s waist with one hand, while the other climbed her leg. In response, she ran her hands down his neck and chest. Kurt’s tail coiled around her waist. Tabby hummed happily.
After a little bit of that, Kurt let his hands drift further upward. The hand on Tabby’s thigh encountered no change from flesh to fabric as it moved onto her rump, which flexed and relaxed as she rocked her hips. The other hand cupped one breast through the silky nightgown.
With a surprised sound, Tabby pulled back, breaking the kiss. “Getting a little handsy, aren’t we, Blue?”
Chastised, Kurt returned one hand to her thigh while moving the other up to her shoulder. “You’re right, Tabby. I should have asked first.”
The blonde kissed Kurt again, a brief peck this time. “Damn straight, but points for backing off when I said something,” she purred. “Whatever’s happening, Blue, I don’t want it to happen out here, where anyone could see us.”
Kurt’s fur ruffled at her tone and the promise it carried.

XXX

They materialized in his room a moment later, on the edge of the bed. Tabby resumed kissing Kurt, and he responded in kind. With his tail, he flipped on the lamp beside his bed. Her hands guided his to her rump and breast again. With such tacit permission, Kurt kneaded both in his unusual hands, earning him a delighted moan.
The young man pulled back enough to admire his companion. “You look so sexy in zat,” he told her, looking meaningfully at her cleavage.
“I’m glad you like how it looks on me,” she replied, grinding her groin against his bulge just as meaningfully. “From the way you’re looking at me, though, you wanna see how it looks off me.”
“Guilty as charged,” admitted Kurt with a grin. Something in Tabby’s eyes prompted him to ask, “Do you vant me to?” He hooked a finger under one of the nightgown’s straps.
“You get that one; I’ll get the other,” Tabby suggested with a playful wink. She reached upward to grab her nightgown’s other strap. “On three?”
Kurt grinned and counted, “Ein, zwei… drei!”
On cue, they both tugged the straps around the curve of Tabby’s shoulders and down her arms. As the garment descended, Kurt couldn’t help but stare in anticipation. Once bared, Tabby’s breasts presented a breathtaking sight, plump and full, capped with carnation-pink nipples.
“Mein Gott,” whispered the young man.
“Like what you see?” asked Tabby; Kurt wasn’t looking at her face, but her voice sounded…
… shy.
Tabby had little to be concerned about. While hers weren’t the first breasts he’d ever seen, they were certainly the largest. He’d seen Amanda’s petite pair numerous times while they were dating. He’d also seen Rahne’s flat chest once, a few months ago, when he found her sleeping outside, completely nude, in her human form, for reasons she’d never explained.
“Blue?” murmured Tabby, bringing Kurt’s attention back to the present.
“Zey’re gorgeous,” he whispered in awe.
“Go ahead and touch ‘em.”
Kurt didn’t need to be told twice.
On contact, Tabby’s breath hitched before she emitted a soft moan. A moment later, when Kurt squeezed gently, she made a different noise. Next, when he pinched the nipples, she let out a surprised squeak. Kurt looked up to see the haze of pleasure cloud over his companion’s cornflower eyes.
“Confession,” Tabby panted as Kurt continued to fondle. “Despite my reputation, this is the farthest I’ve gone with this kind of thing.”
This revelation stopped the young man in his tracks. “Really? You’re not pulling my leg?”
The blonde grinned sheepishly. “I like to make out,” she explained, “but I never felt any urge to let things progress.” She ran her fingers through his hair. “Until now, that is.”
Kurt blinked, surprised. Tabby’s tits felt distractingly supple in his hands, but he forced himself to focus on what she was telling him. “Vhy me?” he asked. “Not zat I’m not honored…”
Tabby’s tongue darted between her lips. “I dunno,” she answered. “I just… feel like I can trust you. That you’ll care about showing me a good time. That you won’t blab to everyone and their brother about this. That you’ll still respect me in the morning.”
Kurt’s head and hands dropped. “But… I believed ze rumors,” he admitted. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine,” she reassured him, punctuating her words with a gentle kiss to his forehead. “I don’t exactly discourage them, do I? With the flirting and kissing and dirty jokes.”
For his part, Kurt found himself mesmerized by the sight of her breasts’ movements with each breath, the warmth of her body astride his, the taste of her lips on his. He wanted her. As much as she was willing to give.
More than that, he wanted to live up to her hopes and expectations, for his own sake as much as hers. After all the scheisse she’d been through in her life, she deserved that much.
Tabby deserved the best he could give her.
First, though, he needed to know: “Vhat do you vant from zis?”
The blonde shrugged, and the motion transferred to her tits most distractingly. “I dunno,” she repeated. “Let’s just… go with the flow.”
With that, she lifted Kurt’s chin and kissed him again. She also resumed grinding herself against the young man’s aching stiffness. For his part, he let his hands explore Tabby’s body, sampling the warmth of her skin, soft suppleness of her breasts, the slow yet insistent movement of her butt and thighs. Moans of enjoyment escaped them both, filling the otherwise-quiet room.
Eventually, Kurt tipped backwards, with Tabby landing atop him. The shift from vertical to horizontal didn’t even slow them down. At most, it encouraged Kurt to relocate his hand from bust to rump.
Feeling daring, the young man ran a finger along the lacy fabric of his companion’s thong. A plaintive moan erupted from Tabby, the first of many as Kurt explored. Her hips rocked with increasing intensity.
“More,” mewled Tabby. “Please, Blue… touch me…”
Without further ado, Kurt pulled Tabby’s underwear aside with his left hand. One oversized finger stroked the soft folds slick with desire. He smeared the juices around, focusing particularly on the nub at the apex.
Tabby rewarded his efforts with a long moan. She continuously ran her fingers through the young man’s hair as he kept stroking her pussy. Her hips bucked and rolled along with his finger, both increasing speed and fervor.
“Oh my God,” she whispered in a heated voice, her body writhing atop his. “Blue, I’m gonna –!”
With a strangled cry, Tabby came. Her back arched with each thrust of her hips. Kurt watched her eyes glaze over and drift half-shut.
Underneath the writhing blonde, Kurt grinned and moved his hands away to let her savor the pleasure high. Even the way Tabby panted and gasped for air turned him on. He fervently hoped she’d want to continue.

XXX

After a few minutes’ rest, Tabby crawled off of Kurt. Before he could ask how she was feeling, the blonde shimmied out of her borrowed nightgown. Her thong came off immediately afterward, and she kicked off that last bit of fabric towards Kurt’s face. Wearing only her mischievous smile, she sprawled out on the bed. “Your turn,” she purred.
Kurt peeled off his shirt quickly to keep admiring Tabby’s naked body. Her skin glowed in the lamplight, beckoning him to kiss or lick every inch of her. The gentle curve of her waist practically begged to be caressed. Her smooth-shorn pussy, glistening with her arousal and waiting for him, seemed to pout at him – the pièce de resistance.
“Quit staring at me like that,” Tabby pleaded.
“Like vhat?”
“Like… a starving man at an all-you-can-eat buffet.”
Kurt chuckled. “Sorry, Tabby. From here, you are a buffet… of sexiness.” At her disbelieving scoff, he insisted, "I mean it! I think you could be a… svimsuit model.”
“You hesitated there.” She stroked his chin flirtatiously.
Kurt laughed again, sheepishly this time. “I started to say Playboy,” he admitted.
“Flatterer.” Tabby rolled onto her side and ran her hand down Kurt’s chest. “Enough stalling, Blue. I’ve had German sausage on the brain all day.”
Obligingly, Kurt pulled off his shorts and underwear. He felt a thrill of pride on seeing her eyes widen and her jaw drop. Amanda had had a similar reaction, but having a second opinion felt extra validating.
“Bigger than I thought,” Tabby breathed. Gingerly she wrapped her hand around his length and began a slow, languid stroke. Her other hand idly stroked Kurt’s chest, almost petting him.
The young man groaned at the warmth of her hand around his length. Even with a lighter grip than he might’ve liked, her sensual full-length strokes felt incredible. “You’ve… mmm!... never done zis before?” he marveled.
“Nope. Just watched plenty of porn,” answered the blonde blithely, such that Kurt couldn’t tell if she were kidding. “You’re twitching like crazy,” she noted. “Like the sound of that, huh?”
Kurt merely groaned as affirmation. “Getting close,” he warned his companion.
Tabby nibbled his ear. “You probably don’t want jizz on your sheets. Or your fur.”
Kurt shook his head. He could feel himself winding up for release.
Tabby kissed down his neck and chest. “I don’t want it on my face, or my tits, since I just bathed.”
Kurt groaned again as he imagined each of those possibilities. His tail lashed. His eyes squeezed shut, and his head lolled back.
“I have an idea,” she informed him.
Before Kurt could inquire further, he felt something warm and wet engulf the sensitive tip. Something rough and lithe circled the tip as well. Tabby’s stroking hand shifted down towards the root of his cock, holding it steady while she switched hands. Impressively, her rhythm only faltered for a few moments.
Risking a glance downward, Kurt confirmed that Tabby had taken him into her mouth. She worked the shaft with one hand, and the other began cradling his balls. Her cornflower eyes met his.
That wondrous sight and the unfamiliar, yet intensely pleasurable, sensations sent Kurt over the edge.

XXX

When Kurt’s awareness returned from whited-out bliss, he saw Tabby sitting on the edge of his bed, facing away from him, hunched over a wastebasket. Before he could ask what was wrong, he heard her spit. Hesitantly he reached out to touch her arm.
The blonde offered a wan smile over her shoulder. “Couldn’t make myself swallow it,” she explained with a shrug.
“Sorry if it tasted bad,” apologized Kurt as he stroked her upper back.
“More the texture,” replied Tabby sourly. “Reminded me of snot.”
“Gross!”
“My point exactly!”
Both of them laughed, and Kurt relaxed. He’d worried she’d be mad, even if it had been her idea to begin with. He drank in the glorious sight of the nude beauty beside him. Even her back looked sexy.
“Lemme rinse out my mouth. Be-are-bee.”
The blonde stood, giving Kurt his first look at her pert rear. It looked as good as it had felt in his hands. “I hate for you to leave, but I love to vatch you go!” he called after her.
Tabby flipped on the faucet in the bathroom adjoining Kurt’s room. She also flipped him off as she bent over to get her mouth under the stream of water. A few spits and a swallow later, she returned, lying on her side, with Kurt rolling to face her.
Their hands met. Tabby’s lips curled into a lopsided smirk. Kurt grinned and openly admired her whole body.
“You’re giving me that look again,” she murmured.
“Ja? Do you vant to stop?” he asked, leaning in to start kissing and nibbling Tabby’s neck.
Tabby didn’t reply in words. Instead, she mewled and panted and rolled onto her back. Her legs parted as her hips started to buck against the empty air.
Kurt interpreted that as an invitation to continue, kissing down the blonde’s shoulder and collarbone, sampling as much of her skin as possible. His lips ascended her breast to the stiffened peak of the nipple. Gentle suckling elicited a moan from his companion. A little light nibbling earned another, louder one.
Not satisfied, Kurt continued downward, over Tabby’s ribs and abs. He crisscrossed her stomach, relishing her whimpers of anticipation, especially as he orbited the jewelry embedded in her navel. To add to her enjoyment, he pinched the nipple he’d been licking while stroking her inner thigh.
“Such a tease,” groused Tabby, stroking Kurt’s jaw playfully.
Kurt sat up and replied with a wink. When he resumed, he targeted her nearer thigh, climbing upward little by little. He paused about halfway up.
“Blue,” gasped Tabby. “What are you-ooh-OHHHHH my God!”
Kurt had waited to catch Tabby by surprise. When she started speaking, he darted in to start licking the pink petals of her pussy, exploring the sensitive flesh with his tongue. The heady, musky aroma and flavor proved completely irresistible, prompting the young man to reposition himself more squarely between Tabby’s legs so he could pick up the pace.
Tabby gripped the bedsheets and moaned. Her hips bucked with increasing abandon, so much so that Kurt had to grip her thighs to narrowly prevent her from hitting him in the nose. Unable to thrash the way she wanted, the rest of her body writhed and squirmed.
Kurt grinned inwardly as he made out with Tabby’s pussy. Amanda had never been interested in either form of oral sex, leaving Kurt to wonder what this would be like. Now that he’d tried it, he couldn’t get enough.
Suddenly, Tabby’s back arched – once, twice, a third time. A staccato series of cries erupted from her with each full-body spasm, signaling her utmost pleasure. Finally, she pleaded, “Nnnh-No more,” pushing on the top of Kurt’s head.
Kurt slowed to a stop and sat upright. The sight of such a beautiful woman on his bed, panting and blissed out, seared itself into his memory. Eating Tabby out had made him achingly hard once again.
He hoped it hadn’t completely worn her out. He wanted her. On some primal level, he needed her.
When the haze of pleasure lifted from Tabby’s eyes and they met his once more and her tongue peeked between her lips for the briefest moment before vanishing and she nodded, Kurt knew she wanted him too.
Kurt didn’t waste much time, kissing back up her stomach to the breast he’d previously neglected. On cue, Tabby moaned and squirmed beneath him, grinding her slick heat against his length. Kurt replied in kind, feeling the tip nestle into her entrance. Coiling his tail around her waist, he pushed forward.
When he and Amanda had first made love, the initial penetration had required a fair amount of effort. In hindsight, she probably hadn’t been wet enough, or maybe the condom had interfered somehow. Regardless, there had been tears in Amanda’s eyes, and they’d almost stopped entirely.
Now, with Tabby, none of that happened. He plunged into her nearly to the hilt in a single stroke. Amanda had felt tight and resistant – again a possible effect of the condom she’d insisted on. By contrast, Tabby felt slick and hot and welcoming and deliciously contoured and deliciously alive.
For her part, Tabby wrapped her arms around Kurt’s neck and her back arched. “Haahh-ohhh ohh my God!” she groaned. “Fuuuuhhh-Fuck me!”
Kurt groaned at her tone, overjoyed and needy all at once. He obliged her, setting a smooth, steady pace, using his entire length. Wet sounds emanated from their movements. “You feel incredible, Tabby,” he murmured into her ear.
She groaned again, even more incoherently at first, as she bucked beneath him. “You too,” she finally managed. “So big… so deep… Don’t stop!”
The young man certainly didn’t plan to, but he decided to slow down. If Tabby hadn’t gotten him off earlier, he felt certain he’d be nearing completion already. He wanted this to last as long as possible, for both their sakes.
Hands began wandering once more, running through hair or fur, or stroking soft skin. Their lips rejoined sporadically but with passion. When not kissing, they nuzzled one another’s necks. Both emitted incoherent noises of enjoyment.
Kurt nibbled Tabby’s ear. “Not sure… how much longer…”
Tabby rocked beneath him. “Me too… hold still… I wanna try something…”
With some effort, the young man slowed to a stop. Tabby planted her feet and thrust her hips with increasing fervor. The different motion shifted the pleasurable sensations all along Kurt’s length, but he couldn’t begin to describe it in words.
“Ohh-ohhhhhh my God!” Tabby groaned, her whole body thrashing. “Oh! OH KURT!”
Hearing Tabby call out his real name, rather than her nickname for him, finished the young man off. He buried his face into his companion’s shoulder and groaned through his release.

XXX

When coherent thought returned, Kurt found himself still atop Tabby and inside her. Gently he pulled out and rolled to the side, still catching his breath. Lying on his back, he stared at the ceiling as his mind spun. “Wunderbar,” he murmured.
Beside him, Tabby also panted for air and stared at the ceiling. “Hot damn,” she whispered. “Now I know what the fuss is all about.”
“Need a smoke?” joked Kurt.
“Left my cigarettes in Amara’s room,” replied the blonde in a dreamy voice.
They remained like that for some time, just basking in the afterglow. Their heads lolled to the side to face each other, and they both grinned. Tabby stroked Kurt’s chin, and he responded by caressing her thigh with his tail.
The blonde’s expression shifted, first to “puzzled” and then to “confused.” She licked her lips. “I think your jizz is gonna leak outta me if we don’t do something,” she answered the unasked question.
Spurred into action, Kurt fished a towel from its place under his bed. “I, ah, use zis to clean up vhen I’m by myself,” he explained with a sheepish grin. “Are you… okay?”
Tabby blotted herself dry, but she didn’t answer right away. Finally, she replied, “It feels weird, but in a good way.” She shot him a wry smile. “Except, y’know, the whole ‘no protection’ thing.”
“Verdammt,” muttered the young man. “I’m sorry, Tabby. I got so caught up in ze moment, I… I didn’t think about it.”
The blonde shrugged, surprisingly (or unsurprisingly) nonchalant. “Me neither. I didn’t expect to get laid today.” Tabby’s cornflower eyes twinkled as she handed the towels back. “I guess I’ll just have to have your blue fuzzy baby.”
Kurt shook his head. “You’re ridiculous,” he replied with a chuckle.
Tabby placed a tender yet playful kiss on his lips. She started to speak, changed her mind, changed her mind again, and changed her mind again. With a frustrated noise, she retrieved her thong, which she pulled up to their designated spot on her hips. “Y’know, I’m starting to regret promising Amara I’d crash with her,” she muttered.
Kurt grinned as he handed Tabby her borrowed nightgown. “You’d rather stay vit me? I like ze idea of seeing you first thing in ze morning.”
Tabby snorted as she dressed. “You like the idea of Round 2 first thing in the morning,” she retorted.
Kurt laughed. “I can’t say ze thought didn’t cross my mind.”
Tabby shivered visibly. “I can’t say the idea isn’t tempting,” she replied. With a sigh, she stood up. “I promised Amara, though, and I do want to spend time with her too.” She shot Kurt a pointed look. “Especially since she’s the only one who’s really kept in touch.”
Kurt sat up and scratched the back of his head. “True. I… I didn’t know vhere things stood betveen us,” he explained.
The blonde shrugged. “Fair enough. Me neither.” With a playful smirk, she leaned down to give him one last look at her cleavage. Running her finger along his jaw, she purred, “Now we know.”
Kurt locked eyes with his companion, the woman he’d just slept with. “Actually… I’m still not sure vhat zis meant,” he admitted.
Momentarily, Tabby looked pensive before her devil-may-care mien returned. “Don’t be a stranger,” she instructed, still stroking his jaw. “I’d love to do this again.”
This time, Kurt clasped Tabby’s hand as she pulled it away. He turned his head to plant a trail of kisses from her palm to a spot partway up her forearm, earning him an honest-to-goodness blush. “I could give you a ride. To Amara’s room, I mean,” he added with a waggle of his eyebrows.
Tabby slipped her hand from his, a look of mock-disapproval on her face. “Actually,” she demurred, “I kinda want to take the ‘walk of shame.’ Just without any actual shame.”
Kurt nodded, trying not to feel too bummed out that she wanted to leave on her own two feet. “I’m glad you don’t regret it or anything.”
Tabby headed for the door. “I’ll feel better after I’ve taken a Plan B, but otherwise…” She paused, turning back with a sultry smile. “Everything I could’ve hoped for outta my first time.”
“Guten nacht, Tabby,” he bade her as he pulled on his underwear. “See you in ze morning?”
“You know I can’t turn down a free meal. I hope to see you ‘up’ for breakfast,” she replied with a wicked grin.
“For you? Of course,” Kurt responded, mirroring her grin.
Tabby laughed and blew him a kiss. “Night, Blue. Sweet dreams.” She poked her head out into the hallway. “I hope they’re made of these,” she added as she slipped the straps of her nightgown off her shoulders and pulled it down to her waist, flashing her breasts.
Kurt licked his fangs in a faux-predatory manner, his tail lashing. “You’d better go, unless you vant Round 2 right against ze vall,” he warned her playfully.
Tabby shivered visibly again. “Yup, definitely thinking about that the next time I rub one out.” She put her clothing back in order, though, and blew Kurt another kiss. “Okay, for real this time: Good night, Blue, and thanks.”
With that, she slipped out into the hall, leaving Kurt to drift off. Once asleep, his dreams were indeed sweet, populated by a certain blonde with striking eyes the color of cornflowers.
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A/N: Greetings, readers! I hoped y'all enjoyed this little one-shot story. I'd been in the mood to write something a little on the spicy side, but my ongoing story, "Diamond in the Rough," isn't anywhere near that point yet.
My brain cooked up this premise: Tabby is typically written as being "easy" / a slut / etc.; but what if those were just rumors? Why not write a "Tabby loses her virginity" story?
I like the pairing of Kurt and Tabby, since they have a similar energy - fun-loving on the outside, but a real loneliness on the inside. As mentioned in the story description, there's also a fun parallel between their hair and eye colors.
Anyway, I'm always glad to get feedback, so don't hesitate to leave a review!
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