Back when I was a wee young pup, back in High School, I was this pathetic loner with no real friends, bullies enjoyed to throw a good punch in the stomach on my way to the cafeteria. But then, a very rememberable day ten years ago... God, has it really been that long? Time sure does fly... Anyway... This was the day when I made a new friend.

She was an amazing looking woman, even at that age. So, of course, I wanted to be more than just friends. She on the other hand, of course didn't. There was a point when I think that she may have wanted the same, but I was young and naive and way too dumb to realize what was going on. It as at that time that she started dating all of my other "friends", one by one. I never said anything, but this made me insanely jealous.

I do realize, now, that us getting together was something that would've never happened. She was this pure breed retriever, and I this wolf mutt, we shared no real common interests or anything like that. But we spent a lot of time together, mostly just chatting and having a good time. Some times we'd give each other a bit of a back rub, god knows we both needed it. I must admit that I perhaps took a bit too much pleasure in giving her back rubs, but she didn't seem to mind that slight pressure as I sat there on her lower back.

Every once in a while we'd just lay down in the grass somewhere and listen to some tunes of my Walkman. Despite being really powerful music we were listening to, that wasn't what made me have a good enough time to remember it ten years later... It was mostly just the pure fact of us being together, even if it was just as friends.

Years past, and we were still best of friends, and I still wanted more, still knowing that it'll never happen. And after some six years of friendship or so, we started to grow apart it seemed. I saw less of her, she moved away, got new boyfriends a better education. I remained a lone wolf, as it were. I'd like to think that my mind wasn't preoccupied with her this long after, but we all know I am, even if I know I shouldn't. I have come to realize in later years that, she was indeed a first class bitch, in more than one sense. She probably did take a bit of advantage of me, but who cares, I enjoyed it. Even if it was a bit of torture at times.

A decade has passed since I first met her, I thought I was finally free of that curse that was once my best friend. I was wrong.

I was at the mall, going to the office supply store to pick up a new ribbon for my type writer, and there she was, beautiful as ever, getting some cash from the ATM. I thought I'd slip by her with a bit of stealth and just go grab what I needed at the office supply store.

Flipping through boxes of ribbon cartridges to find the appropriate model, I heard a sweet voice behind me. "Do you need some help with that?"

"Who, me?" I said. As I turned around I saw that it was Her, standing behind me. I swallowed manically and managed to utter a single "...oh".

She smirked a bit and said "Hey you, long time no see". Unable to think of something decent to say, I just asked "Hey, do you work here now?"

"No, but I saw you walking in and thought I'd come and say hello, I'm surprised you didn't see me by the ATM on your way over here."

"Uhm, so what do you do then?" I said, trying to avoid the topic of avoiding her a minute ago.

"Haha, still avoiding subjects are we? It's ok, I wasn't nice to you back when we were friends, I know that now. I'm finishing up law school."

"Law school? When did that happen?"

"About two years ago, I gave up that whole med. school thing, it wasn't for me."

"I'm sorry to hear that, well, not sorry, it's good that you're finding out what you want to do in life I guess."

"Haha, yeah well, true. I just wish my father would see it that way... So, what do you do for a living?"

"Me? Oh, I uhm..."

"Type writer ribbon cartridges... Are you a writer?"

"No... That's more of a hobby of mine..."

"So, what then? Quit stalling, I want to know!"

"I'm an... Elevator repair man..."

"Oh, so you're the guy that takes a week to ignore my apartment building?" she says with a huge grin.

"Very funny..."

"Oh come on, don't sulk. I'm just messing with you. How about we get out of here and grab a cup of coffee? Oh right, you only drink tea, right?"

"...Right."

We continued to play catch up at the local coffee shop for another hour or so. It felt nice to talk to her again, even though she'd changed a bit. Good change though, I guess that's what happens to people when they grow up and go against their fathers will to pursue their own goals in life.

After we paid at the coffee shop she asked me "Wanna come over and watch a movie and maybe have some pizza? It'll be just like old times!"

I tried to suppress my twitching tail as I said "Sure! I mean, uhm, if you don't have anything better to do, sure."

Back at her place, we took the stairs to her apartment on the 7th floor. Apparently she wasn't kidding about their broken elevator. I promised that I'd get my company to look into it for them, even if it was maintained by someone else.

Her apartment was nothing like mine. Mine was a virtual cardboard box with a kitchen, she had this really nice four room apartment down town. Really nice place, paid for by her father no doubt. Her living room was a bit more spartan that I had assumed however. Besides the big fluffy couch and humongous beast of a television set. There wasn't really much else in there, a small table and a couple of magazines under the two remotes. I sat down on the couch while she went into the kitchen.

"Want a coke?" she asked and tossed me a can. I had since long given up drinking pop, but while in rome I thought and opened it up. The taste was foul, nothing like that sweet nectar of the gods I remember it being. Furthermore it seemed to leave some form of residue on my teeth which annoyed me a bit.

Knowing that I love musicals just as much as she did, she threw a DVD of Dancing in the Rain in there and hit play. As credits rolled she cuddled up with me on the couch and took a sip from her own can. A few minutes into the film I started to get a bit too excited about the smell of her hair. The door rings, pizza was here. Saved by the bell I think to myself trying to calm myself down a bit...

After about three quarters of the pizza the film ends. "You seem a bit tense" she said. "Perhaps you need a good back rub, when was the last time you had one?"

"It's been a few years I must admit..."

"Oh, well then, can't have that, take off your shirt and lay down" she said, pointing to the bedroom.

I did feel a bit tense, so I quietly complied.

Laying there, experiencing the best damn massage I've ever had, I couldn't restrain myself and uttered this grunt out of pure ecstasy. "Feels good eh?"

"...Mmhm, you have no idea..."

"Oh poppycock, you've done it to me plenty of times, I know exactly how good it feels!"

"Yeah well, unlike you, I don't have a clue what I'm doing."

"Nonsense, you're really good at it! You know what, here..." she said, took her shirt off and got down on the bed next to me. "Just unhook that stupid bra if it's in your way."

Knowing from experience that rubbing her back sans bra is a lot less cumbersome I unhooked the first thing I did as I got on top of her. Trying to impress her I cracked my knuckles, hurting my pinky in the process. I knew she heard my slight whimpering about it and I could see her trying to hide her smirk, so I proceeded to give her my best.

Much to my surprise she seemed to enjoy it more than I recalled her doing, uttering a slight moan as I ran my paws down her spine to the root of her tail. Again I was having a slight trouble to contain myself. "Sorry" I said, knowing that she indeed felt that increase in pressure from my pants.

"...It's ok, don't worry about it." she calmly replied. I continued rubbing and she continued to let out miniature moans as I did.

In the heat of the moment I decided to lean over and kiss her on the neck.

"What was that for?"

"Oh, I don't know..."

"Is that the best you can do?" she said and turned around, leaving her bra behind.

I didn't know what to say, I just sat there, trying not to stare at her breasts.

She just smiled at me. "Go ahead, look all you want, or even rub them if you want, but first you must prove yourself worthy."

"...How do you figure I do that then?"

"As I said, is that the best you can do? Kiss me again."

"Oh, it was just something in the heat of the moment..."

"Just kiss me you schmuck..." and so I did, and it was good.

The kiss evolved into something, and that something evolved into her unbuckling my pants, and I hers. Before I knew what was going on we were going all in. No regrets, no nothing, just pure passion. It was like a dream come true!

This went on for a while, in the end she just laid on top of me, still on me as it were. When she finally did roll off to the left of me, I rolled over, stroked her cheek fur, looked her in the eyes and asked her. "So, what does this mean? Did we really just? Does this mean that? We're finally? You're finally?"

"Yes dear, you're mine now, and I'm yours."

I had to kiss her again so she wouldn't see that I started crying.

...And this is when I woke up to the sound of my alarm clock. Good thing it's laundry day tomorrow, my sheets aren't as clean now as they were yesterday.