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Theodore & Eleanor
"Teal"
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One of the pretty stained glass doors of the Chipettes' treehouse eased slowly open with only the slightest creak, and a small yellow-blonde head adorned with pigtails poked inside, looking back and forth.
"Come on, Theo," Eleanor said in a loud whisper. She huffed as Theodore's pudgy face appeared on top of her head.
"Hellooooo?"Theodore called out. Eleanor snickered and pushed him off. There was no answer, of course, just as she'd expected.
"I told you!" she said giddily, doing a little twirl on her heel, "We've got the whooole place to ourselves! Brittany has training for her assistant job, Jeanette is busy with Simon in extra credit classes-"
"-and Alvin is at the skate park with the boys!" Theodore snickered.
Eleanor spun on her heel and leaned perilously over the banister of the stairway. "The castle is ours!" she cried. She giggled as Theodore embraced her from behind.
"This is our castle now!" he exclaimed. Theodore was the best hugger Eleanor had ever met. They always felt strong and genuine.
"You know, Teddy," Eleanor teased, twirling one of Theodore's hoodie ties around her finger as she gave him a sideways look, "It's awfully quiet upstairs..."
"Well yeah, you just said nobody's here," Theodore replied incredulously.
Rolling her eyes and smiling ever more, Eleanor nudged him with her backside. "Oh come on, I know you didn't forget what you told me last time."
"About what?"
Batting her lashes prettily, Eleanor put her arm around him and pulled him close so she could mutter into his ear. "About bumpin'."
"You mean...that kinda bumpin'?"
"Mmhmm."
Theodore's heart skipped a few beats as his eyes pondered over the chipette. She had only gotten prettier since the day he first saw her, from her arcing golden pigtails to the thick lashes that framed her curiously angled eyes, the color of newborn spring grass.
Then he kissed her so abruptly she let out a squeak of surprise, the stairway banister creaking as he leaned her against it. He was always one to pick a path and put the pedal to the metal. Eleanor loved extremes, and in his own little way, Theodore was plenty of it. He was extremely loving, at the very least. Plus, he always tasted like sweet spearmint.
When he let off, Eleanor was laughing. She grabbed him gently by his little ears and kissed him all over his face, his brows, nose, cheeks, and eyes, before planting one loud smooch on his forehead stripe.
"Come on, Theodorable," she purred, wriggling out from his hold. Grabbing him by the hand, Eleanor skipped up the stairs with the chipmunk in tow, the both of them snickering like gremlins as they made the landing and hurried into the Chipette girls' large, shared bedroom.
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The large pointed roof of the treehouse stretched above them, and the center wall was dominated by a stained glass window that overlooked the balcony and the street far below. On the left were Eleanor and Jeanette's beds; on the right was Brittany's ornately veiled one, along with her vanity and multiple dressers belonging to each of the girls.
Most of these familiar details were lost on Theodore and Eleanor as they plopped down on the youngest girl's pinstriped bed, petting one another and sharing sweet kisses. The pleasantly scratchy bedspread was soft beneath them as they fell over, giggling together.
Theodore had always loved the way the Chipette home smelled, a mix of girly soaps and sweet tones from the great wisteria tree it was built in. Oddly enough, though, Eleanor wasn't much for perfumes. She always smelled like skin and fur and hair, plus whatever she'd been doing during the day, such as food, dirt, or athletic rubber. Even now she smelled faintly of the iced sugar cookies she'd made earlier. Somehow, that was better than anything else.
Eleanor only gave back whatever she was given. As the youngest of three brothers, Theodore was too easy to push around. The last thing she wanted was to push him into doing something he didn't want.
Theodore rolled to lean over her, and Eleanor wrapped her arms around him. He kissed lower, nibbling under her ample cheeks just because it tickled and made her laugh. She had a cute, short laugh that rang with delight.
"You're very pretty today," Theodore paused to say, grinning as he ran his fingers through one of Eleanor's pigtails.
"What about every other day?" Ellie teased. She giggled again as Theodore pecked her nose.
"I don't get to see you so close on other days. But I'm sure it's always the same."
Eleanor caught herself blushing a little, as if she could help it. She stroked his cheek with her claws and beamed up at him. His ever curious green eyes twinkled down at her.
"You're just a good little man, aren't you?" she cooed.
Taking her by the shoulders, Theodore landed another kiss. This one was serious, pinning her firmly down into the bedding as he attacked with lips and tongue alike. Eleanor couldn't keep up, finally turning her head away to catch her breath. Then he was pecking up the side of her neck and head, his whiskers tickling her ear until her little nose crinkled and her foot started twitching uncontrollably.
"Y-You're a super good kisser," Eleanor said, trying to keep her voice from wavering too much.
"You're super good practice," Theodore giggled, kissing the caramel brown of her forehead stripe. Eleanor was blushing again. Her fur was too bright to hide it.
"How far are we gonna go?" Eleanor teased.
"Bumpin'?"
Eleanor giggled aloud. "Bumpin'."
"You're too soft and sweet to let go," Theodore cooed.
"Soft, huh?"
"Yeah, like a cupcake."
Eleanor giggled. "I'll be your cupcake then."
The kisses came down again, and it always shocked her how adamant Theodore was about kissing. He was everywhere, teasing her ears, pecking her cheeks and eyes, and pushing lustily into her lips. She would tease him back by nipping and biting his lips and jaw when she could reach them, but she was always left wriggling as he stole her breath away.
Theodore played sheepishly with the edge of her white-and-green pinstripe shirt before slipping his arm under the fabric and pushing through the downy fluff of her chest. Pinning her with kisses, he playfully grasped her breast and squeezed.
"Soft," he laughed. Eleanor rolled her eyes and grabbed her shirt, pulling it fully off and tossing it aside before Theodore could protest. Then she rolled over, toppling Theodore onto his back and leaning over him with a delicately feral grin.
Now it was Theodore's turn to blush, staring up at his topless best friend. She was all golden sandy fur and delightfully ample curves, exaggerated by her smallness. Her angled little eyes narrowed and she smiled thinly at him, before wrapping her arms around him and pulling him into a nude hug, mushing his head into her chest.
Eleanor was raining kisses onto Theodore's scruffy hair when she suddenly gasped and stiffened. Theodore's teeth had found her nipple and pinched it cheekily.
Rolling to look at her wide-eyed, Theodore squeaked, "Sorry!"
"What are you sorry for? Get back down there," Eleanor giggled. Theodore flicked his ears and smiled, and went right back to it, burying his muzzle in the fluff of her chest and toying playfully with the mounds of her breasts.
He always loved how strong and confident Eleanor felt. All the girls were like that in their own ways, but Eleanor loved him in ways the others didn't, and she was never hesitant to show it. His hands traveled over her ribs and up her shoulders. One followed her wide vanilla stripes down to her short pleated skirt and pushed the fabric down, just a little, to steal a feel of her rear end. Theodore's stocky tail waved happily beneath her. She could just sense his big silly smile without even looking.
Eleanor responded by chewing gently on Theodore's ear while stroking the other with the rough of her thumb, just like he liked. He quickly removed his hands and gripped her hard by the middle, groaning aloud. Her twin pigtails arced down as she worked away at him, tickling his chin and cheek, green ribbons fluttering gently.
"So..." she whispered straight into his ear, "You wanna take a ride downtown?"
"W-we'd have to b-borrow Alvin's car-" Theodore started shakily.
Eleanor snorted to interrupt him. "Teddy, my skirt. You can touch me anywhere you want, buddy." She kissed his striped forehead. "You've never tried there before."
Theodore's face lit up. "Oh! Yeah!"
His hand was on her before she expected it, and she jumped slightly as his fingers met her inner thigh. She raised up to kiss his face and give him a better reach. Feeling him fumble with her skirt had her shivering with anticipation before his hand finally forced its way under the elastic and dove excitedly down.
Theodore's face turned from eagerness to curiosity as his tender fingers felt their way down Eleanor's mound.
"There's nothing there?" Theodore wondered aloud, "Girls are so weird."
Eleanor tried not to laugh. "There's definitely something there, Theo."
"Hmm, are you sure?"
This time she did laugh. "I'm pretty su-su-ah!"
Eleanor shuddered and her tail stuck straight out as Theodore discovered her, his fingers sliding gently over her. When she opened her eyes, he was grinning up at her.
"Wow, you really like whatever that was."
"I really, really like it," Eleanor confirmed.
"Why haven't you shown me before?" Theodore asked.
"Well, I...never wanted you to do something you weren't ready for," Eleanor replied, a little sheepish. She grunted as Theodore's fingertips stroked back over her most tender parts.
"I'm always ready to love you," Theodore cooed.
Wondering if she would ever stop blushing, Eleanor replied, "Are you ready for this?"
"Only if you are," Theodore replied without hesitation.
In her eyes, there was nothing hotter than a confident Theodore.
As if to answer, Eleanor slowly rolled off of him, her eyes locked with his as she allowed him to assume control once more. He crawled over her, pecking her face with kisses before moving down to pluck at her neck with pursed and pinching lips.
Meanwhile his fingers were busy exploring Eleanor's nether regions, trying to figure out what he had found. Wildly soft, slippery, and hot to the touch, it felt more like furless folds of skin than anything else. The curious poking and prodding was causing Eleanor's breath to hitch, her face and ears flushing pink with excitement. He had no idea what he was handling, or what it was doing to her.
"Can I see it?" Theodore asked abruptly.
"I...uh..." Eleanor stammered, surprised, "Yeah, o-of course." She'd expected him to be a little confused. Girls were pretty complicated, even to her.
Theodore worked his way down, tenderly caressing and kissing the whole way. Her clavicle, breasts, and middle were all visited by his gentle lips while his hands scurried up and down her bare body, exploring and enjoying the feel of her familiar form. As he moved lower, she laid back to give him even better access. He kissed a cheeky circle around the little pit of her navel before lowering down further.
Eleanor's face was burning as she felt Theodore's eyes on her most private of places, but she smiled all the same. If she'd learned anything from her older sisters, it's that her body was nothing to be ashamed of- no part of it at all. She lay still with quiet confidence, and waited.
Upon looking under her skirt, Theodore's expression lit up with the same silly joy he displayed when presented with a platter of cookies. He grinned and nuzzled her thigh.
"Can I kiss it?" he asked, even more abruptly.
Eleanor narrowed her eyes at him. Was he toying with her?
"Well..." she purred, letting her legs swing open further, "I don't see why no-augh!"
Theodore was diving under her skirt before she could finish her thought, meeting her lower lips with even more enthusiasm than the ones on her face. She recoiled with a sharp gasp and cry before she could stop herself, but Theodore knew what she sounded like when she was happy, and he wasn't hesitating anymore.
The texture of Eleanor's body was odd, and the taste was odder, but whatever it was doing to her was unmistakably wonderful. He plucked and pulled at her soft flesh until Eleanor's voice was rising with his every touch. Around and around the cute pink wrinkles he kissed, before mushing his lips into them again. Soon enough his muzzle was soaked. Something told him that was a good thing, too.
"Theodo-ah!" Ellie choked, bending and twisting and pulling at the bedspread, her pigtails, anything she could find with her hands. She found her skirt and pulled it up, crushing the fabric in her fists as wave after wave of carnal delight moved through her with every devilish touch. She'd never been touched like this before. Not by herself, not by anyone, ever.
Her legs tried to close around Theodore's head, but he pushed them open and kept right on going to town. It was overwhelming, and Eleanor's girlish squeals and cries of joy quickly filled the little treehouse. Theodore's inexperience combined with his enthusiasm was ridiculous fun. It was more than she could have ever expected, and still the wild young chipmunk wasn't done.
"Oh Theo..Th-Theo...Teddy..." Eleanor gasped, plowing her fingers through her messy bangs, "S-slow down, I-I'm...ah! Ahg!"
Theodore suddenly mushed his muzzle against Ellie's mound, wrapping his lips around her lower ones, and plunged his mischievous tongue straight into her, prying her wide open.
"Th-Theodooore!"
Grabbing her friend by the hair, Eleanor held on painfully tight as Theodore's tongue pushed into her, lapping her crinkled petals before shoving as deep as it could manage for such a tiny tongue. As she threw her legs around Theodore's shoulders, the chipmunks became locked together as giver and receiver, and Theodore was none for lack of giving.
Eleanor was reminded of all the cupcakes with their icing delicately removed, doughnuts emptied of their cream, and pudding cups left spotless with no spoon involved. The thought was so abrupt, so absurd that the chipette burst out into a flurry of laughter and moans that rang through the house like music.
"You...you little..."she began, but she didn't have the breath for words anymore.
Theodore's mouth was starting to cramp but he didn't care. He crammed it harder against her, eating her out for all he was worth. He could feel her shuddering and stretching beneath him, her legs flexing and tensing around him, her tail twitching from where it was trapped beneath him. If there was an end to this beautiful mess, he wanted to see it.
Whether it was dumb luck or an educated guess, Eleanor would never know, but Theodore was mashing his muzzle against her in just the right spot to bring her to the edge. She rocked her hips, rubbing herself off against him, inching closer by the second.
"Ted...Ted-Teddy, I'm almost..." she announced breathlessly. Was this real? This was his first time!? He had her teetering on the edge of the inevitable. It was almost there, almost...
"Mmm," Theodore hummed. Not once did he slow down. In and out, and all around, his tongue and lips attacked without mercy.
"N-n-no I'm...I'm about to-!" Eleanor choked, "Aaaauh! Theo oh my god-aaah!"
All at once, Eleanor climaxed. A huge bolt of tension drew her to crunch up over Theodore's head before throwing herself back on the bed, her ribbons and pigtails flying in a wild arc, as a storm of relief and pleasure crashed through her in waves. The chipette writhed and squealed with increasing intensity as the orgasm kept going, whipped on by Theo's endless enthusiasm.
Eleanor practically had to kick Theodore away before he would quit. She slapped her legs together and rolled onto her side, shivering and jerking with the afterglow of her explosive climax.
Theodore sat back on the bed and watched patiently, his eyes wide with surprise. Up until this moment he had no idea what it really ooked like when this happened. It was a fully minute before Eleanor recovered enough to roll over and face him again, her bushy lashes fluttering. Her whole face, neck, and chest were blushed as pink as Brittany's wardrobe. She was breathing as if she'd been running a mile.
"You good?" Theodore asked. Eleanor just kept puffing and staring at him. "Uh...hello, Ellie?"
"Wha...what're you...looking at?" Eleanor said breathlessly, sticking her tongue out.
"You've never done that before," Theodore purred.
"I mean, I sorta have before...but...never like that. And not with you." Eleanor paused, looking the boy over for a minute. Something about his innocent face and smile under that soaked fur was adorably impish. "Are you sure you've never done this before?"
"Only you!" Theodore exclaimed, "And I guess pudd-"
"Oh my god don't say pudding cups," Eleanor groaned, slapping her hands over her eyes and grinning like an idiot. "Please."
"And cupcakes!"
Eleanor threw her hands down and stared at him again. "And I'm your cupcake, huh?"
"You sure are."
"Get up here, Teddy."
"Again?"
"No!" Eleanor didn't mean to shout, laughing, "No, no no. If you hit me with that again I might never get back up. Now it's your turn, buddy."
Theodore's wet face brightened even more. "You mean..."
"Bumpin' time."
With a laugh, Theodore crawled up onto the bed and embraced Eleanor, who quickly grabbed him by the cheeks and pulled him down into a kiss. She didn't care even a bit where his mouth had been, tasting hints of herself on his lips. While they kissed, Eleanor slipped her hands under his hoodie and pulled it off, leaving his short hair in even more of a mess than it already was.
Theodore was stocky little fellow, but there was a certain adorable charm to his plumpness. Pushing her fingers through his pretty brown fur, Eleanor stroked his strong little arms and chest, running her nails down to his navel. He shivered and giggled a little into their kissing.
"Can I?" she whispered.
"Please?" he quipped, never ending the sweet kisses.
Stretching a little lower, Eleanor's hand traveled until it encountered something firm. Her heart skipped a beat. It was way different than what she had expected, and really, really hard. Theodore's breath hitched as she explored his length, from soft tip to firm root, rubbing her palm down the belly of his shaft. It was the first time she'd ever touched him.
"You like that?" Eleanor asked.
"A lot," Theodore said. Eleanor hummed and kissed his forehead.
"Roll over, big man," she purred.
Theodore excitedly flopped onto his side, but Eleanor playfully shoved him onto his back and crawled on top of him. As she poured down kisses all over his face, she could feel her arms shaking and her cheeks burning from her earlier exertion. She would have to get him back for that.
Digging her nails gently into his shoulders, Eleanor kissed him deeply, her lips and tongue meeting his. She caught his lip with her teeth and nibbled cheekily, before diving under his chin and attacking his neck. Theodore's hands gripped her bare back as she bit and sucked on the soft flesh of his neck, down to his shoulder and back up to his ear. Then she chewed on that, too, until Theodore was moaning and shuddering underneath her.
"You're my good boy, Teddy," she whispered into his ear, her hot breath tickling his ear. His little groan was the only reply. With a giggle, Eleanor backed off to look down at him.
Eleanor's head was wreathed by her blonde hair. One of her pigtails hung loose from the earlier commotion, a sheet of silky gold. There was a wild but delicate look in her pretty eyes. Theodore grinned wide and reached up to touch her chin, his nose twitching happily.
"You're my..." he began, "Little...Eleanorable."
"Mm, I don't think that one works with my name," Eleanor teased. She rolled and slid her leg over Theodore's lap, mounting him.
"How about...Eleaneautiful?"
"A little long, isn't it?" Eleanor said absently. She reached down between them to gently line Theodore up, but he didn't notice.
"Wondernor? Or...or...Eleanorgeous..."
"Getting warmer," Eleanor whispered, shifting her hips around a little.
"Elovely?...or...how about...Eleanearing? Or what about- hng!"
Theodore's eyes went wide and his lip quivered, drawing a sharp gasp as Eleanor slowly sat down, and the two young chipmunks became one for the first time. He remained frozen in surprise and pleasure until her bottom met his hips, taking his full length inside her in one easy motion.
"Oh...my..."
"Eleanor," the chipette purred into Theodore's ear, "Just...Eleanor. Your...Eleanor."
"M-m-my-" Theodore began, but was cut off by his own groan of delight as Eleanor began rocking her hips to and fro, taking him gently in and out of her body in a slow, gentle motion. Her one intact pigtail swayed back and forth, while her fallen one tickled his cheek.
"It f-feels...so...s-so..." Theodore stammered.
"Good," Eleanor finished, bending down to peck him on the lips. She could feel the chipmunk boy melting under her, relaxing into the rhythm of her hips. His head lolled back and he let out a long, cute groan of delight. More than anything, she could feel his girth filling her with every gentle sway. If it hadn't been for his efforts earlier, there's no way she could've handled it so easily.
Theodore was gripping the bedspread, his head buzzing with happiness. "You're s-so...good..." he said in a loud whisper.
"Thank you-"
"I'm so...glad I met you...Ellie."
Eleanor blinked her stinging eyes clear and leaned over, clasping Theodore's hands up by his head. Sure, he threw compliments around like candy, but he always meant them.
"You're...earning all the...brownie points today...aren't you?" Eleanor said between swings of her hips.
"I like you...more than brownies..." Theodore blurted out.
Ellie couldn't help but laugh. She slowly worked up to double her speed, until she and Theodore both were filling the room with their soft duet of love. Enamored with her task, she let go of Theodore's hands and sat upright, bouncing up and down while pounding her bottom against his hips.
Theodore watched through one eye: her hair going all over the place, the delicate bounce of her chest, the subtle strength of her legs and arms, the soft, blushed expression of determined bliss on her face. She always looked so determined and sweet. It made him feel safe and confident.
He reached up to feel her belly, sliding slowly down to the join of her leg and groin, exploring her athletic little body. When he looked down he could see the sunlight through the colorful glass window silhouetting his length every time Eleanor's body would rise, glistening and warm. Then she would fall again, and he would be down to his hilt inside her. Eleanor let him look all he wanted, tilting back her head and enjoying the experience for all it was worth.
For minutes, the tender young lovers were lost in soft bliss, enjoying a closeness they'd never experienced before. The sound of birdsong, rustling leaves, and the occasional vehicle mingled with the soft cries and moans of the couple making sweet love that sunny afternoon.
Even Eleanor had her limits, and the repetitive bouncing was wearing her out faster than she'd expected, none thanks to Theodore for what he'd taken out of her earlier. Theodore noticed her beginning to slow, and reached up to take her hand.
"Ellie...can I try?" Theodore purred.
Eleanor came to a stop, breathing heavily, her thighs burning, but the pounding of her heart felt wonderful. "Right on, big man," Eleanor said breathlessly.
She laid down on top of Theodore, gripping him with her thighs, and carefully rolled them both over until she was the on resting on the bottom, all without Theodore even having to pull out. It was skillfully done, as if she had practiced- because she had. Eleanor always practiced for everything she did, even this.
Theodore was positively giddy when he raised up on his arms over Eleanor, his dark green eyes sparkling. She was sprawled out on her bedspread, her left pigtail snaking over her pinstripe blankets, her right side a wreath of golden blonde. Her fluffy chest rose and fell with every hard breath. Her half-lidded eyes stared back at him calmly, her lips pursed with a smile of satisfaction.
Bracing his feet in the wrinkles of the blanket, Theodore tried a gentle thrust. He felt himself disappear into his lover as Eleanor's face melted into a look of sweet delight. As he tried to pull back, though, something went wrong and he popped out of place, poking pointlessly against her inner thigh.
"You'll get it," Eleanor giggled, her hand dipping down to guide him back into place. The feel of her cool hands on him made him shiver. Soon, with Eleanor's assistance and a swing of his hips, he was pushing back into the snug warmth of her body.
Theodore wiggled happily. "Thank you."
This little accident happened a few more times, but Eleanor was quick to guide him back in. Theodore was a fast learner, and he figured out the proper range of motion in no time. He adored the little sounds Eleanor made, her hands touching him all over, her legs wrapping gently around his hips to help keep him going.
"My favorite part is your face," Theodore blurted out. Eleanor giggled again and grabbed him gently by the cheeks.
"You're so cute," she murmured. Leaning down, Theodore nuzzled her little pink nose with his until hers crinkled, ticklish under his whiskered face. In reply, she reached up and ruffled his hair and ears.
Tightening her legs around him, Eleanor looked right into his eyes and purred, "Show me what you've got, Theo. Go for it."
"Go?"
"Bump it real good."
It was almost funny as Theodore dug his heels in and attempted to pick up speed. His inexperience made for an exciting time for Eleanor, as every thrust was a question. She never knew how hard he would go, or how deep, or how quick, as he worked out the form and function of both their bodies working together to create beautiful bliss. In no time, instinct won over and his rhythm became much more confident and steady.
Theodore and Eleanor were lost in joy as he plowed his hips against her thighs with every push, bouncing her on her bedspread. Eleanor wrapped her arms around him and held on, squealing and crying out into his ear, letting her body do all the talking on its own. Encouraged by her vocal nature, Theodore allowed his pleasure to speak out, too. Together they sang a carnal duet that echoed around the entire treehouse.
The excitement was too much for the young and inexperienced Theodore. He could feel an odd pressure growing as a tingle crept down his spine, causing his thrusts to become deep and increasingly desperate.
Eleanor felt it too, and in that moment she realized, she really, really didn't want babies right now!
"Whoa, Theodore, wait," she squeaked.
"Hngh...Ellie..." Theodore moaned.
"Th-Theo!" Ellie yelled frantically, "Hit the brakes!" She gently beat on Theodore's shoulder to snap him out of his heated trance.
"H-huh!?"
Squeezing with her athletic legs, Eleanor forced the chipmunk boy to a stop. Theo was shuddering, every breath hitching, his face a mask of confusion. Eleanor could only smile up at him apologetically before releasing him from her leg hold.
"I'm sorry, Teddy," she said, stroking his chin, "But I really can't have kids right now, man."
"What!? Why not!?"
Eleanor blinked back in surprise. "Because they come out of me and they're expensive and loud, what else!?"
"What kind of baby does that?"
"Theo, buddy, like...all of them. I'll talk to you about it later, if you want?"
Theodore looked down to where their bodies joined, then back to Eleanor. There was still a desperate look in his eyes and she could see his arms trembling a little.
"Oh, so...no more bumpin'?"
"For now, Teddy," Ellie replied gently.
"Oh..."
Eleanor giggled and gently pushed Theodore over and off of her. Climbing on top of him, Eleanor rained sweet, plucky kisses down on his face.
"I said no more bumpin," Ellie said, batting her thick lashes cheekily, "I didn't say you were getting away from me yet."
"B-but-"
Eleanor quieted him with a kiss to the lips that pressed his head down into the bedspread. She could still taste a bit of herself mixed with his sweet spearmint.
"Relax," she said, "I'll get you there."
"What do you mean?" Theodore asked.
Instead of answering, Eleanor turned away and laid on her side, laying on his abdomen and facing away from him, showing off her wide milky stripes and shapely backside. Her prize was still waiting for her, sticking out from between Theodore's legs, glistening wet and flushed red. As she took it in her hand, Theodore shifted. She could feel his heartbeat throbbing through it.
"Ellie..." Theo murmured.
"Aw, you're still so hard," Ellie cooed, wiping his shaft off a bit with her removed shirt. It stiffened and flicked in her hand, which was kind of weird but it made her giggle.
"Well...yeah..." Theodore could feel her breath on his member as she drew close. He might've guessed what she was going to do, but she didn't give him time.
Theodore groaned once as Ellie took him slowly into her warm mouth, her lips gliding easily down his length, and again much louder as she began to suck. His knees raised apart and he pushed himself up towards her face, but pinned under the chipette, he was at her sweet mercy.
Ellie didn't care at all for the taste or smell of herself on Theodore, and ignored it entirely as she went to work, gripping his member by the base and bobbing her head gently up and down as she worked it inside her mouth. Just another thing where practice was paying off.
Wiggling and stretching, Theodore closed his eyes and reared his head back, crying out a reward for her efforts. She tried not to giggle as she watched his toes spread and flex. All this from just her mouth? He was so much fun.
"Ellie-!" Theo choked.
Theodore was wonderfully helpless before the oncoming pleasure. Already close from his first go at lovemaking, he didn't stand a chance against Ellie's tender mouth. He twitched and flexed, grabbing handfuls of Eleanor's hair and fur that hurt so good, she decided to suck even harder. When she felt him begin to come, she didn't even bother to slow down.
"Gngh! Agh! Aaagh!"
Theodore jerked harder than Ellie expected as he came, but Eleanor was on a mission. She dodged his flailing knees and kept working, sucking and stroking as the young chipmunk yelled out his ecstasy. Again and again he rammed his hips up against her as he lost control, emptying himself into her loving mouth.
It lasted even longer than Eleanor expected. Ellie didn't stop until the throbbing between her lips did. By that time, he was practically trying to shove her off, shuddering from head to toe. With a mischievous giggle, Eleanor sat up, wiped her lips, and stared down at the little mess she'd made out of her lover.
Theodore was stunned, breathing like he'd run a mile, and peering up at her with a hint of confusion and uncertainty about what he'd just been through. To put that to rest, Eleanor flopped down on top of him, wrapping him the tightest nude bear hug she could manage, and kissed his cheek.
"That's my Teddy," she cooed, nuzzling her face into his neck. He smiled back at her, and returned the hug.
"That was the best first time I've ever done something, ever," Theodore added breathlessly.
"It sure was, buddy," Eleanor replied, "Thank you."
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The next half hour was nothing but snuggles and kisses for the young lovers, watching the long flowery branches of the wisteria tree dangle in front of the big stained-glass window that dominated the wall of the bedroom. A sparrow was perched on the railing below, bouncing back and forth, oblivious that it was being observed.
Eventually, Eleanor sat up and blew her fallen hair out her face. She spotted herself in the mirror of Brittany's vanity set and snorted.
"Wow, we are a mess, Teddy," she said, sweeping more hair out her eyes and glancing down at her soaked abdomen.
Theodore snickered. "Yeah, but so is the kitchen when something good is cookin'."
"Good point," Eleanor giggled, "Wanna shower?"
"Okay! I'll stay out here and make your bed-"
"No, no, Ted," Ellie replied, "We can shower. Together."
Theodore was quiet a moment as he processed this, then his face lit up.
"That sounds amazing!"
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Theodore and Eleanor laughed together in the girls' shower, teasing each other with puffs of soap and helping each other wash. It was a tender, joyful experience for the first time lovers, and they couldn't have been happier.
That was when a familiar, shrill voice suddenly called through the closed bathroom door.
"Hey Ellie, I'm home!" It was Brittany.
Eleanor's heart almost stopped as she looked at Theodore in shock, desperately signaling a shush sign over her lips.
"Oh, uh, h-hey, Brit! You're...back early!"
"Yeah, the principal ended up having to deal with some knuckleheads getting in a fight over some girl," Brittany's muted voice rambled on, "Can you believe that? I'm supposed to be getting a super important job and a couple of morons can't just get it together! There's more fish in the sea, you know!?"
"Uh, y-yeah, Brit, that's...that's tragic."
"You never shower this early. You have some kinda sports thing today? I thought you were just going to hang out with Theodore?"
"Oh, no no, I just, you know, felt like...taking one I guess."
"And your bed is a wreck, girl. You've gotta stop stealing Theodore's hoodies before the guy ends up having to go to school bare-chested!"
"I just...had a crazy n-nap is all, yeah, just...a bad dream. I'll fix it."
Brittany was quiet for a minute.
"You never nap during the day. You've called me a wimp so many times for it!"
"I've changed my mind, there's nothing wrong with a nap."
"Hmm."
Eleanor waited, her heart pounding as she and Theodore exchanged glances.
"Well, I'm going back out for a bit," Brittany called through the door, "I need to uh...pick up some things and talk to some people. I'll be back in, say...about an hour, okay? An hour exactly!"
"Oh...kay," Eleanor replied, shrugging at Theodore.
"You want me to get you anything before I go?"
"No, no, I'm good!"
"You sure you're not thirsty?"
Eleanor paused. "Uh...what? No?"
"How about some red velvet muffins?"
"YE-" Theodore excitedly yelled without thinking. Eleanor just barely clapped her hand over his mouth before he could get it out.
"Yeaah, no, Brit!" she shouted, "We're good!"
"We?"
"Me! Me is good!" Eleanor snapped.
"Alright then, I'm heading out!" Brittany called.
"Love you, sis, bye!"
"Does Theo want anything?"
Eleanor's jaw dropped, and she looked to Theodore in disbelief.
Theodore, ever clueless, was quick to answer. "...Nah I'm good!"
"Teddy!" Eleanor shouted in dismay.
"Okay!" Brittany giggled, "Love you both! Cheers!"
And with that, Ellie heard the front door of the treehouse slam shut as Brittany left them both alone.
Eleanor plopped down on the shower floor in a splash of suds and buried her face in her hands. When she opened them, Theodore's smiling face was staring down at her, one hand outstretched. With an exasperated sigh, Ellie took it, and Theodore pulled her into a very wet and soapy hug.
"I love you, Ellie," he cooed.
Eleanor sighed again and smiled.
"Love you too, buddy."
~.~
It was later in the afternoon, and Simon was where he often was, shut away in his backyard workshop with magnifiers over his glasses, elbow-deep in an ambiguous engineering marvel as he worked on fine details with a soldering iron.
Simon was so enthralled with his work that he nearly jumped out of his fur when Brittany rapped her knuckles on the doorframe and crossed her arms, wearing her typical tilted grin.
"B-Brittany!" Simon stammered, "How did you even...why don't my codes keep anyone out?"
"Can't speak for Alvin, but," Brittany said smoothly, "A girl has her ways. Don't worry, nothing's burning down or anything."
"Oh well that's a relief," Simon muttered, lowering his magnifiers and turning his back on the chipette as he resumed his work, "A rare one at that. So what did you want, again?" He was always a little bitter to be interrupted. It wasn't Brittany's fault he was shut in here for most of his free time, all the time.
"Mm, not much. Should be pretty simple for someone like you. You're the only one I could turn to, after all."
"Turn to for what?" Simon asked.
"Do you still have that medical silicone mold?"
Simon paused for a heartbeat before continuing.
"What silicone mold?"
"Oh sweetheart, the one you used to make that...not-so-little toy for Jeanette."
This time Brittany could see Simon turning red even through all his dark fur. She always thought his fur was pretty. Making him blush was always pretty funny.
"Wh-what t-t-toy-" he stammered.
"We share a bedroom, buddy, and your girlfriend is the most shameless person I've ever known."
"Sh-she's not my-"
"I know, I know. Look, even though I'm jealous, that's not why I'm here. I just need an itsy-bitsy, teenie-weenie little favor from you, and I'll leave you alone about it, yeah?"
Brittany listened to the hissing of the soldering iron as Simon tried to keep his composure, still wearing her cheeky grin.
"Wh-what is it, Brit?"
"I need you to make some rubbers. Chipmunk-sized ones. ASAP."
"There's lots of things made of silicone rubber, Brittany. What are you talking about?"
"Rubbers, Simon. Johnnies. Dingers. Raunchy raincoats."
"...I'm sorry, what?"
"Condoms."
There was a spit of sparks as Simon's iron slipped. He staggered back from his project, sputtering and tossing back his magnifiers to wipe his furiously blushing face.
"Wh-wh-what!? Why would...who would...is that even-"
"I'll worry about the who and why, and you worry about keeping up a small supply without letting the big 'A' in on the idea, you hear?" Brittany said, cautiously quiet, "Because if he finds out, Dave finds out, and every one of us get to have a group lesson on the birds and the bees from the helicopter dad of all helicopter dads."
"What's wrong with you?" Simon snapped, "Why would I make something like that if you're not going to tell me who it's for!?"
"Well, for one, one day it might befor you," Brittany purred. Simon turned as red as Alvin's wardrobe. "And two, if word of this gets out, I'll make sure Dave hears all about that naughty little calendar you made for Jeanette."
Simon's jaw nearly struck the floor. "Y-you...wouldn't-"
"Oh I would. '12 Months of Simon', wasn't it called? Don't worry, I only saw January. What a way to bring in the New Year! I've never seen anyone hold a sparkler like that before-"
"Alright, alright, fine!" Simon cried, falling on his knees, "Just please don't let anyone else find out about that!"
"Your secret's safe with me, if mine is with you," Brittany said smugly. "Condoms. Chipmunk-sized, universal fit. Maybe a dozen a month should do. And Simon? If one of them breaks, I'm renting a billboard for New Years by the interstate."
And with that, Brittany slipped out of the chipmunk-sized door, waved her pretty wave, and disappeared, closing it securely behind her.
Simon let his magnifiers fall as he slumped to the floor, holding his head in disbelief.
"If Alvin can't know, then it's not for Alvin," he murmured to himself, "And it's certainly not for me. And it definitely can't be for Theodore. It's just puppy love between those two. Totally innocent. How absurd can she be?"
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