Eric Anderson continued to caress and massage his girlfriend's hybrid were wolf/panthress ears as Spencer Lawson resumed her oral worship of his young cock. Soon the mixed species couple had given each other two more mutual orgasms and were now pausing to relax in each others arms when there was a knock on the door.
"Spencer honey. I'm fixing to leave," announced Mike Lawson, her grandfather.
"Okay. Be right out," she said, before turning to face Eric. "You get cleaned up while I see him out. Then we'll rustle up some real food, because I'm starting to get hungry," added Spencer, as her stomach growled.
Spencer met her grandfather in the hallway, and walked with him toward the front door. She was still in her fursona, trying to recover from her recent injuries, so couldn't see Mike all the way to his truck.
"When will you be back?" she asked.
"Not sure," he admitted. "If I find an apartment here in Moon Lake, I could be fully moved in by the end of next week. If I stay too long looking for one today, I'll at least be back tonight and then get a fresh start for Seattle in the morning," he explained.
"Well, I'm looking forward to you being closer," revealed Spencer, as a smile crossed her muzzle.
"I know you are. So am I," confessed her grandfather. "Honestly? As a were, I'm very close to 300 now, which makes me near 80 if I was still a normal human," admitted the werewolf. "Any way you look at it, my remaining time on this planet is limited."
"Don't talk like that!" she told him, as they neared the front door.
"Now don't you worry sweetie," said her grandfather. "I'm not going any where before I see you graduate college and get hitched to that Anderson boy. That is where you two are headed, right?" he asked her.
"It sure looks like it," agreed Spencer. "Eric's different, and not just because he's still a normal at the moment. I don't know how I lucked out and found him, or maybe he found me. Either way, the only way I'll let him go is over my dead body."
"That's the Lawson fighting spirit. Now you be good. Not only to yourself and Eric, but to each other as well. You gave me your cellphone number, so I'll call you later to let you know how the apartment hunting goes," said her grandfather.
"Good luck. I hope you find one," said Spencer, being careful not to be seen in the open doorway as Mike Lawson left.
After she secured the front door, Spencer turned to head back upstairs, only to hear a noise in the kitchen.
Curious, she cautiously crept to the door, pushed it open, and found Eric with a skillet in one hand as he was raiding the fridge.
"Hey. Do you have a whisk? And how do you like your eggs?" he asked.
"What?" she said, dumbfounded, as Eric started moving about the kitchen. A quick look and sniff revealed that her boyfriend had on fresh pants and underwear, but that was about the only thing that made sense.
"While neither of us will ever be a professional, mom's given both me and Nate cooking lessons over the years under the belief that at least we won't starve and will survive on more than ramen soup and microwave snacks," explained Eric. "Care to help me make breakfast for two my love?"
Yep! DEFINITELY a keeper! thought Spencer, as she joined her boyfriend.