Ducking quickly under cover, I brushed the raindrops off my lovely new dress, grateful that it was only the slightest bit damp, it wouldn’t do to ruin it so soon after being given such a well needed gift, then I sat down next to Tristan, the darker furred cat now perched on the side of my bed, looking at the steadily increasing rainfall around us on all sides.

  “It’s only a very small shelter, I’m afraid, we’ll be a bit tightly packed in here. I was thinking of making it bigger, but never quite got around to it.”

  “Not to worry, there’s space enough to wait out a little shelter, and good company while I do as well. Not to mention that big fire still keeps it comfortably warm here, though I’m sure the rain should be putting it out.”

  “Magic fires, what can you do, they only want to obey their own rules.”

  As the evening wore on, and the rain showed no sign of stopping any time soon, the pair of us were stuck in the small square of space I had made for us. I wondered how long we would be here for, it was already dark outside from the thick clouds that were still building up darker and heavier above us, the sun had already long since set, and night was coming in. At some point we would need to figure out how to sort sleeping arrangements, or at least how to raise the subject of them, I was already pretty sure what the arrangements were going to be.

  “We should get you out of some of those damp clothes, can’t have you sitting around wet all night.”

  “Oh, well, there’s no need for that, I barely got any on me, I’m sure.”

  “Sure, if you want. I will be, though, hope you don’t mind.” Without giving him a moment to think at all this time, I was quickly tugging my new, barely damp dress off over my shoulders, walking across the tiny dry patch of now worn down plantlife in just the cutest pink underwear he had bought for me to find a safe place to hang such a lovely gift up safe and out of the way.

  The cute boy sitting on my bed was just staring in shock, mouth slightly open.

  “What, it’s not like you haven’t seen these before.” I said, tugging on the slightly tight fabric to adjust it.

  “Yes, but… but not…” he gave up trying to talk as I stepped even closer, almost between his knees, and started unfastening his top, at first he offered no resistance, but after a moment for his brain to catch up, he started helping me strip him down to only his own underpants. Whether he knew it or not, I was aware somewhat of what he had swinging between his legs, feeling it pressed up against me as we snuggled close that first night together, but seeing it in front of me, or at least seeing the fabric of his scant remaining clothes stretching tight to accommodate, was a bit different.

  His first instinct to try and hide his excitement was expected, and even cuter than I’d thought it would be, but I just reached past and ran a fingertip along the length.

  “Oh, is that another gift for me?” I asked, as a soft gasp caught in his throat and his expression looked like he was about to erupt right there and then.

  I wasn’t ready to end things that quickly, though, time for me to have some fun first.

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  “I do wonder about your plan, though.” I said, pushing him back against the bed and sitting astride his body “coming up to visit me this late in the evening with the rain clearly on its way, almost like you hoped to end up stuck here overnight.”

  The look in his eyes and slight moan as I pinned his wrists down against the bedsheets and leant in closer was all the answer I needed.

  “Well, maybe I have plans of my own. But if you make me happy, we’ll see what happens.”

  It took a little bit of prompting, and guiding his hands with my own, but he was certainly keen and ready to explore. As the rain continued splashing down around us, leaving us safe in the small island of dry, comfortable bed space, I helped him slip me out of my brand new underwear, caress his way around the curves of my plump, round breasts, elicit a few little gasps and moans back out of me as we discovered how sensitive my nipples were to his teasing and stroking and playing, and then moved his attention further down, nuzzling and kissing his way down past my waist and in between my legs. I assume more happened after that, but the memory is somewhat hazy and uncertain.

  I do know that some time after that, laying sprawled on my back, panting heavily, head swimming in a lovely daze, the rain had stopped and night fully set in before we finished. Rolling over, I ran a slow, teasing few fingertips down his own steadily rising and falling chest, realising that at some point in the midst of exploring my body and needs, he had made quite a thick, oozing mess soaking through his own underpants, and kept going regardless.

  “I think you did good there.”

  As much as we were both ready to drift off to sleep right as we were, we did need to slowly and reluctantly sit up, tidy away the strewn clothes, and find a proper position where we could both squeeze into the one small bed, arms and legs tangled around each other.

  The next morning, we had a lovely view of the pre-dawn glow on the horizon, both feeling refreshed and ready for another day, not just from the comforting magical glow of that still burning fireplace, I was sure something about just being close to another person made for a more comfortable and restful sleep too, even though I was sure the opposite should have been true.

  After a quick check to make sure there weren’t any unwanted eyes on us, I was out of bed and getting things set up for what passed for breakfast here. I noticed Tristan instinctively look away the moment he realised I was naked, and then force himself to turn back and enjoy the view. After letting his eyes wander over my bare curves for a while, I pulled my tattered old dress down from where it was hung from the shelter roof and wriggled myself into it.

  “Well, now I’m not going to be needing this any more,” I said, leaning over him in what I hoped was a tempting pose. “I guess the only thing left is for you to rip it off my body bit by bit.”

  The look in his eyes and the slow rising of the bedsheets between our legs hinted at his interest.

  “But, well, maybe you’ll still have some use for it. With all the climbing trees and wading through muddy rivers you’ve been doing up here, might be best to have something you don’t mind getting a bit dirty.”

  “Damn you, that’s far too sensible.” I started, but whatever else I’d been about to say in response was cut off, as I hadn’t realised until that moment Tristan had been slowly sneaking his hands under the loose fabric of my clothes, ready to give me what started as a few teasing strokes against sensitive areas, just enough to have me stumbling over my words, and ended with us both panting heavily again, dress pulled right up until it was only tangled around my arms, Tristan’s thick, warm seed drizzled all over my chest, and some spurted up far enough I was sure it was on my face as well, that beautiful sunrise having already passed us by as we played.

  “So…” Tristan started, as he got his breath back from the latest energetic playtime. “What’s your plans for the rest of the day? Seems like every time I look away, you’ve got a lot going on here.”

  “Today, well I think I need a bigger, stronger shelter to stay in, especially if I’m going to be expecting visitors regularly.”

  “Visitors? More than one, is it?” he asked, leaning in for a small kiss.