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We're running to our classes and it's unbelievably cold. Fortunately our furs are keeping us nice and warm. I'm wearing a wolf parka with blousey sheared Beaver lined Buckskin pants and boots. Bluma Arcorn, the red headed love of my life has a thigh length Lynx parka with Alaska Fur Seal lined Buckskin pants and Mukluks with Lynx trim. We're stylishly dressed in fur, certainly for college anyway.
None of the spaces or hallways seem familiar yet it seems we know we are headed in the right direction for classes. There is light drifting snow inside the buildings! Kind of like in Dr. Zhivago.
The class is on how much funnier Mad Comics could have been? The Professor is a world authority on the subject.
Everyone runs from class like the building is going to collapse and we run into Warren Beatty and Annette Benning as we are running to catch our plane to the next class. They run beside us telling us they will give us a million dollars each to star in their next film but we are in such a hurry to not miss our plane we don't complete the conversation.
Don't remember the flight but we are again running for another class like before. This part of campus is a lot colder and we mistakenly enter what must be the Gym. there are mounds of solid ice pushing up through the Basketball court floor. We slip and slide over it on our way through to the next class. We help each other to stay on our feet as we run. We're laughing uncontrollably since we can hear the Prof giving his lecture on the sexual significance of Rabbit's and Mink's.
Next thing we know we're rolling around in a pile of furs in the floor of our Igloo laughing and giggling when I rise out of my dream and awake.
I get out of bed and head for the shower, jerking off over the dream while I'm getting soaked by the warm water. Dressing for classes I think to myself what a strange and wonderful dream, but it's not the first with Bluma in it. It has been colder than a Witches tit lately so it's not a surprising dream. Just the thought of fur and especially a girl in fur has always gotten me stiff as a fence post. Now it's with someone who is a real possibility!
Getting to school I'm walking down the all too familiar corridor to my design class when I'm shocked .. frozen in my tracks as a pair of furry arms wrap around me.
"Like my new Coyote and Fox Bill?" as Bluma hugs me from behind and fur fondles my face with her big furry Fox hood. I nearly cum my pants as I turn around to see her in all her fur wrapped glory. She is in Fashion Design and she's always stylishly, even if casually dressed but this .... "Uh what .. how .. " I'm struck dumb.
"Mom said I could have a few of her older furs to wear. You like me in my Coyote and Fox fur?"
"My god you're incredible!" as I rub my hands over the fur all over her body.
"Want to save some for later? I thought you might like this little twist."
"Still want to save the best for later?"
"You don't want to rush through it do you?"
"Of course not .. but if we don't get to class .. " and we run off in opposite directions watching her fur fling about so incredibly.
I'm thinking of Bluma as I sketch on my design in class. The softness of her touch was other worldly! She has a wonderful enough touch as it is .. with fur! My god .. how will sex be with her in fur? I'm thinking.
My Design Prof is looking over my shoulder ...
"Interesting spaces you have going there Bill. How do you get from here to there?"
"You fly. That's what I did in my dream anyway." and he breaks out in a laugh.
"You sure have a better sense of humor than your classmates. Somehow I don't think that will .. how do I say .. fly?" laughing as he goes to the next table.
I try valiantly to focus on my work and get a good solution going while remembering the first time I realized the Fur girl of my dreams I saw in a Furrier's web site was a classmate!! I had to introduce myself in some way. Turned out she was so easy to meet. When I finally saw her coming in the building a few weeks ago my heart jumped to my throat. She was even more beautiful in person, in motion than the picture in the web page. It was clear there was much more than her sheer beauty. Her smile is knee buckling.
Just walked up to her and said "Hi I'm Bill." She says "Hi Bill. I'm Bluma." Smiling and I was suddenly speechless and we just walked together with her to class and she says "Bye Bill. See you around."
When I saw her after class we began talking like we had know each other forever. I was smitten and she knew it. We've seen and been with each other every day since.
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Meanwhile Bluma is struggling to focus on her Designer's words over color and texture. They are distorted to the point she can't understand them she's so distracted by her rush of emotions over furring Bill .. the texture of the fur as she brushed it over his face .. his blushing rush and the little inhale he had.
"I sure pushed his button, so softly I'll bet he had to cum .. thinking and smiling to herself .. we've talked about it enough, I know he's hot to go." and the Designer calls on her to show her board of colors and patterns she did for her assignment.
"So you're looking to out do the Russians on their wild pattern mixes and textures?"
"I like things to be lively and complex."
"Looks like you've picked up on furs recently. Advertising your dad's business?"
"Yeah .. my mom is letting me wear hers and it's changing my perspective. I'm tired of this PC anti fur crap. Time to get back into the full spectrum of textures and back to all natural materials."
"Well put. So what do the others of you think about that?"
A lot of stirring and mumbling but no rebuttals.
Bluma has not been challenged on such issues since one of the guys from the Football team had his gonads parted by her foot for harassing her over her name and was about to man handle her. She was wearing her Brass tipped Western Riding boots at the time. Not that Bill couldn't have taken him out as well but he wasn't around and the results were somehow more poignant.
I love the way Bill is deceptively strong and agile for such a "normal" guy. I love that about him and I always feel safe around him. Contrary to that and most other guys, his touch is soft as fur itself. I can't wait for him to run his hands over my naked body. I shutter with what I think he will do for me .. to me in furs. That's where all this is going and he knows it. I'm sure he's dreaming of it.
Several guys in the past have pushed me, one physically, to have sex and I didn't feel very comfortable with any of them so I rejected them all until I met Bill. Bill is very different. Self confident but gracious and so very strong, physically and emotionally. I don't mind that I'm the same six foot height as Bill. He seems to like me that way. He also has the best sense of humor of anyone I've ever known. Everyone likes that about him.
Bluma is Model slender for her height though a long way from anorexic. Her mom's furs hang very full on her though shes a bit shorter she's a size 14. Still a very beautiful woman. At least her dad thinks so from what she hears nearly every night anyway. They are still very active lovers and screw in their furs all the time. When Bluma was much younger she thought it was somewhat strange until just before puberty.
My parents have given me furs and I've had my own Fox spread when I was a little girl. I have always loved the lush, soft sensations and qualities of the furs I've had. It's dad's business after all. It's just I'd never equated them with sex until I was well into puberty and began to imagine making love with a guy. I not only began to realize the erotic and sexual qualities of my furs but what my parents must have been doing practically every night! Mama and daddy always have big smiles in the morning. They still hug and kiss all the time and he fondles her in her furs frequently. Mom is always in fur of some description almost year round.
Even though I got myself a battery powered dildo I've been very careful and not gotten over eager playing with myself. Haven't broken my hymen since I want that to be special for when I looses my virginity. I think I'm artful at massaging my clitoris and I love to fur fondle myself while I'm doing it. I've taken to this while my parents make lots of loving noises imagining myself making love now with Bill in our own furs. We're both 18 and I can't wait any longer.
Mom has been overly generous with her furs lately too for me to wear. I regularly model furs for dad and the store for several years now and when any male is in the store I'm always the focus of their stares. Like deer in a headlight.
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With her naturally beautiful, soulful, innocent green eyed looks and slender body Bluma is the dream girl from paradise in furs for most guys. She as quickly flashes a brilliant, heart melting smile.
Her mom is dark hared and brown eyed in contrast and a more mature beauty of her own so her dad has some of the finest fur modeling pictures for their web site of any fur site and it's within the family. This is partly why she's attracted to Fashion Design. Bluma enjoys strutting her stuff, especially in furs.
Bluma fills all my fantasies. I've fantasized over beautiful women in furs since I could remember and with puberty all I could think of was loosing it with a beautiful girl in furs. When I found out her dad was a Furrier with the web site I was blown away. Bluma in furs is a heart stopper and I was hoping she would wear them. At least I would have an opportunity to feel her wearing them.
