Kessie's Short Stories

Beside Me, Naked

Originally started in 2019, posted on 8/7/2024

It didn't quite dawn on Michel what he and Forsynthia were about to do until after he shut the bathroom door.

"A-are you sure about this?" he asked her, despite the young woman already in the process of taking off her bolero jacket.

She turned to look at him with an inquisitive eyebrow raise. "We've already seen each other naked." she pointed out as if it wasn't a big deal. "Are you sure about this?"

Michel swallowed back dry saliva as he honestly considered backpedaling. Forsynthia hadn't been wrong, they have seen each other unclothed on several, very mundane reasons since she moved in with him. But for the first time in their relationship, they were going to share a shower. It was going to be (tight? close?) far more intimate than what the two have done so far. Sex didn't particularly appeal to either of them, and their kisses were always light gestures that lasted only a moment.

While Michel weighed his options, Forsynthia only stared at him with her brilliant blue eyes. They held no judgment (she knew full well how he was raised) but to him they seemed to sheer themselves into the back of his head. That was the thing about Forsynthia- she trusted him enough to have followed him to the bathroom, and she loved him enough that if he didn't want to share a shower, she would let him walk back out. It was in her gaze that Michel started to undo his jeans and slide them down his hips.

"Is it because of Winthel?" Forsynthia asked as she started to take off her tank top. For a moment, Michel had to flinch. Of course his overbearing mother would be brought up when both he and his girlfriend were half naked, about to wash each other's bodies in incredibly close quarters.

"No." he said, more to remind himself than to answer her. "I'm just afraid of... of...?"

What was he afraid of again? He loved her, and trusted her. So why was he so afraid?

"You don't even have genitals." the young woman brazenly pointed out- she had been in the process of taking off her skirt and was now staring right at his crotch. She came back up with a teasing smirk. "I think we're good on that front."

A deep red flush shown through Michel's fur as he turned his body from her- as if it would prevent her from seeing the body parts that clearly were not there. He then stuck her tongue out at her to show that her comment had no effect on him. Forsynthia laughed as she made her way to the shower's faucet handle.

"How hot do you want the water to be?"

"What ever you want it to be." he replied, unbuttoning his shirt, "My fur can handle most extremes- I usually have it on cold so I don't run up the heating bill."

"Gotcha." came the agreeing nod.

By the time Forsynthia had gotten the shower up and running, Michel had fully been unclothed. She turned back to him and moved a bit closer before requesting, "Can you help me take my bra off?"

For a moment, everything in Michel's body froze. "S-sure." he agreed. With shaking hands, the goat monster removed the bra from the clasps and gently removed the bra off of Forsynthia. Free from the garment, Forsynthia turned around to face him once again. She almost laughed at him.

"You look like your mother caught you in her sock drawer!" the young woman teased. So he did, with his face red hot, his eyes staring at her in a milky daze, and her bra straps laced in between his finger tips. But he hadn't quite registered her for a moment- he was too in awe of her tiny form. Forsynthia stood a whole head and some shorter than he was- some days it felt like she was a little fairy compared to a massive giant. Most of the time he was afraid of hurting her because of how small she seemed. Maybe that was what he was most afraid of; hurting her.