A Fox's Love (American Kitsune Book 1)

by Brandon Varnell

  Kevin's breathing picked up. The feeling of light-headedness intensified and his vision started to blur.

  This was not the first or even the fifth time that he had seen Lilian naked. Kevin had become far too familiar with some of Lilian's more prolific habits, such as her dislike of wearing clothes when reading. He had caught her a number of times, laying on her stomach, bare as the day she was born, her feet kicking in the air as she read whatever book she found (she seemed to be mostly interested in his manga).

  The girl seemed to have no sense of modesty. So yes, he had caught sight of her naked plenty of times this past week.

  But this? This was different. Those other times she had been nude, yes, but it was more like she simply enjoyed being in a more natural state of dress. Or undress, as it were. He could deal with that, albeit, his face would burn like nothing else, but he could still deal with it.

  What he could not deal with was this deliberate act of eroticism. Never in his life had he dealt with or even seen something like this. It was like something out of one of those pornos Eric had hidden under his bed.

  In other words, it was far too much sexy for him to take.

  Had Eric or any other male been in Kevin's place, they would have surely lost any and all sense of self restraint. A good thing it was Kevin and not those other males then. While they would have probably ravished Lilian right then and there, Kevin did the exact same thing he had done when the fox-girl had first introduced herself.

  He passed out.

  Scene Break.

  Somewhere around an hour later, Kevin found himself sitting at the table, eating a small breakfast of scrambled eggs and bacon with a glass of milk. It was a nice breakfast. Lilian had put spinach and chopped onions, as well as a mix of spices beyond salt and pepper, in his eggs to enhance the overall flavor.

  Despite how good it was, he could hardly taste it. Which was strange since he was focusing on his meal with far more intensity than most people would ever give their food.

  Even his movements seemed to denote that in spite of the amount of focus he was giving his breakfast, he really wasn't all there. They were mechanical, automatic. If a robot could eat, it would likely be eating with the same mechanized precision that Kevin was currently using.

  Why was he focusing so much on his eating to the exclusion of everything else? What could cause such a reaction out of our Main Protagonist?

  The reason was as simple as it was obvious: Lilian. The girl in question was sitting where she always sat, on the opposite side of the table. Having finished her own meal, the red head had taken up her favorite past time of watching him.

  It was disconcerting to the extreme. Enough to make anyone self-conscious, even those who had so much confidence in themselves that they were straddling the line of arrogance and narcissism.

  Naturally, Kevin was trying to find something, anything, that could help keep him from looking in her direction. Hence, the focusing on his eating, not the food itself, but rather the movements that were involved in the act. It was his belief that if he focused exclusively on what he was doing, he would be able to ignore the fox girl's flagrant staring.

  It wasn't working out very well. He could literally feel her eyes boring through his skull. It caused his own to look over at her every now and then. When this happened, she could catch his eye and smile. This would cause him to blush and look away, unable to maintain eye contact for any longer than that as his mind replayed the shower scene of a few minutes ago.

  A part of him, a very large, significant part, was still having trouble comprehending that scenario. He just couldn't understand what had possessed her to do that. Did she really think sneaking into his bathroom while he was taking a shower and doing... what she did was a good idea?

  Who the heck was he kidding? Of course she thought it was a good idea. As far as Lilian was concerned, he was her mate. Any chance of them doing... something that he had absolutely no intention of even thinking about, much less doing, was a good idea to her.

  Speaking of which, he still wasn't really sure what being her mate entailed. He understood what the term meant in the animal kingdom, but he couldn't see how they could mean the exact same thing in this instance, considering Lilian was most certainly not an animal. Was it like some kind of Kitsune marriage or something?

  Ugh, now there was something he didn't want to think about. He was only fifteen. The idea of being married at his age was not appealing.

  And besides, he was in love with Lindsay. Yeah, Lilian was gorgeous. Way prettier than Lindsay or any other girl could ever hope to be, but looks weren't everything. He liked ― loved! Lindsay for who she was, not how she looked.

  Of course, Lilian had her good points too. She was actually a very sweet girl (when she wasn't pulling a sexy act on him), and nice, and she really did seem dedicated to him and―

  ―No! Don't think about her, Kevin. Remember Lindsay, the girl you're in love with. She had plenty of good qualities. She was athletic and outgoing. She wasn't like those really fake girls who complained about everything and were really rude. Lindsay had substance.

  Lilian had substance too, but it was a whole different kind of substance. It was the kind he was not willing to get into, lest he end up having some kind of anime moment and be blown back by a nosebleed or something equally impossible for a regular human to actually do.

  Given all that had happened so far, he wouldn't be surprised if impossible actions like that were not only possible, but extremely probable.

  Against his will, his eyes returned once more to the girl sitting across from him. Lilian was already watching him so she saw when he looked her way. The moment their eyes connected, a smile that lit up the entire room came across her face.

  Kevin felt his own face become hot. In an effort not to get too embarrassed, he looked down.

  This turned out to be a mistake. The moment he looked down, his eyes came in line with something that was even more distracting than Lilian's beautiful face.

  Two guesses as to what that was.

  "Do you like them?"

  "Wha...?" Kevin's head snapped up so quickly that a loud crack came with the action. Containing a wince, he stared at Lilian, who was smiling broadly at him.

  "My boobs," she said, and once more Kevin got to witness just how shameless this girl was as she grabbed her own breasts and began squeezing them together. "Do you like them?"

  "Guh!" Screw the furnace. Kevin was pretty sure his face had just gone nuclear! "O-O-Of course not! Wh-wh-why would you ask something like that!?"

  "Well," Lilian stretched out the word as she looked down at herself. Kevin followed her gaze and “eeped!”, yes “eeped!'”when he saw the red head hefting the two, perfectly shaped globes in her hands. Despite being clothed, he could easily see her nipples outlined by the shirt as her breasts were pressed together. "You've been staring at them a lot. I just thought you might like them."

  She looked up and once more locked eyes with him.

  "It's not like I mind if you look, you know." Her cheeks tinted pink as she looked down. It was such a rare moment of demure from the normally bubbly and shameless girl that Kevin's mouth went dry and his face, impossible as it may seem, became even hotter. "I want you to look at me. It makes me feel special."

  Well crap. What was he supposed to say to that?

  "L-Look," Kevin stuttered, "It's not that you're not pretty or anything, cuz you are." The smile that lit Lilian's face made him feel very ashamed for some reason. "But I wasn't looking at, well, I wasn't looking at... those."

  Lilian seemed very disappointed to know that he wasn't looking at her breasts. Her head dropped down to look at the table, long bangs falling over her face to further shadow her eyes from view as a frown marred those beautiful lips.

  To go along with this crestfallen look, Lilian's shoulders slumped to further give the impression of someone who was down in the dumps. Even her ears began drooping in what could only be described as depression.

 
Kevin felt like a heel, but at the same time he just didn't understand. Why did this girl enjoy it when he ogled her? Didn't girls not like it when you stared at their... uh... feminine parts so blatantly? Eric had gotten slapped more than once―try a couple dozen―because a girl caught him staring at her chest.

  Then again, Eric was a well known pervert, with multiple peeking infractions.

  Nothing said “I have no respect for women” better then spying on girls via hiding in one of the unused lockers and peeping them while they changed. Just how his friend had managed to get out of that particular scandal with only two weeks worth of suspension was beyond him.

  Ah, the benefits of having a Principle as a father.

  Tangent on Eric's perversion aside, that still didn't answer his question. That being why she was so okay with him staring at her like she was a piece of meat. There had to be more to it than her simply not possessing any nudity taboos. Was this another Kitsune thing? Or was it just a Lilian thing? Did she not mind him staring at her because she thought Kevin was her mate? Or was there some other reason?

  Kevin didn't know. Just thinking about it gave him a headache.

  "So, if you weren't looking at my boobs, what were you looking at?" Oh God, even her voice sounded downtrodden. Was it really that big of a deal? Maybe he should have just been honest with her?

  No. There was no way he could do that. Not after he had already told her that he had not been staring at her breasts. He would have to come up with an excuse to get out of this.

  In other words he needed to lie.

  Too bad he sucked at lying.

  Think quick, Kevin.

  "I was looking at... your clothes."

  "My clothes?"

  Lilian looked down at the large band T-shirt she was wearing. It was one of Kevin's shirts that she had taken to wearing around the house because he had asked her to.

  Personally, Lilian would have been perfectly content to walk around naked all day, but for some reason her mate preferred her to be dressed in something. She wasn't quite sure what to think about that, whether she should be insulted or not, but had deferred to him as he was her mate and this was his apartment.

  She looked back up a second later.

  "What about them?"

  "Well..."

  Kevin scratched at his cheek as he tried to figure out where he could take this. Dang. This whole 'being dishonest' thing was a lot harder than it looked. How did Eric manage to come up with such awesome lies?

  "I was thinking that we should get you some of your own clothes to wear."

  Hey, that actually sounded like a pretty good idea. She didn't have any clothes of her own, right? Of course not, she had told him so during their conversation the morning after their first meeting.

  The more he thought about it, the better an idea it seemed. Maybe having her own clothes would even make her stop trying to prance around naked all the time.

  And maybe pigs would start flying, hell would freeze over and the dead would rise to devour the flesh of the living.

  "I mean, you can't go anywhere wearing one of my shirts and nothing else." He was being literal with that.

  "I guess not," Lilian frowned, her nose wrinkling cutely. "You humans have very strange taboos when it comes to public decency."

  "I don't think they're that strange," Kevin said just a tad dryly. "Besides," he continued to try and drive his point home, "You wouldn't want just anyone to see you running around in your..." he paused, trying to think of a delicate way of saying what he wanted to say, "...birthday suit, would you?”

  Lilian didn't even take a second to think about the question before shaking her head. "No. The only person I want looking at me when I'm naked is you."

  Having not expected such a response, Kevin choked on some of the eggs he was eating.

  "Beloved!"

  Lilian rushed out of her seat, moved behind her mate and began gently rubbing his back as he started pounding a fist against his chest in an effort to dislodge the bits of egg that went down his windpipe.

  "Are you alright, Beloved?" she asked as Kevin began taking grateful breaths of air after nearly asphyxiating on his food. That would not have been a very pleasant way to die.

  "I'm fine," Kevin coughed a few more times before looking up at the girl. "Thank you."

  "You're welcome." The smile she gave him had Kevin turning away to hide the redness of his cheeks. Lilian cast him a curious glance as he looked away, but decided not to question him and sat back down in her seat.

  "So, anyways..." after several minutes of awkward (to him at least) silence, Kevin tried to get back on track. "I was thinking that since today is Saturday, we could go and get you some clothes of your own after breakfast."

  "Okay," Lilian said, smiling at the blond haired sophomore. "Thank you."

  "Ah...ahem," Kevin coughed into his hand to hide the squeak he emitted. "You're welcome."

  Chapter 10: Skirts, Skorts and Lingerie

  Kevin was sure that everyone pointing and whispering at him and Lilian as they walked through the mall were making fun of him.

  How did he know this? Technically speaking, he didn't, but that wasn't going to stop his mind from coming to such a conclusion. He could just tell.

  They were probably making fun of how red his face was. It was red enough that he could outred a red star.

  That was a seriously red face.

  After washing the dishes, Kevin had decided he would take Lilian shopping at the nearest mall, which was only several minutes away from his mom's apartment by bike. Convenient right?

  Naturally, they had run into their first problem before they even left. Lilian didn't have any clothes to wear. How was she supposed to even go outside if she had nothing to wear?

  They had managed to solve this problem easily enough. While his mom was a size or two larger than Lilian, as well as being a good half a foot taller, they fit her well enough that so long as she used a belt to keep her skirt up, they wouldn't need to worry about her outfit falling off.

  They had chosen a fashionable skirt that went down to Lilian's knees and was being held up by a belt, a pink spaghetti strap blouse that complimented her crimson locks of hair very well and a pair of sandals. They actually didn't look too bad, even if the straps of her shirt had tried to slide off her slender shoulders several times within the past few seconds alone.

  On a side note, Lilian had categorically refused to wear any of his mom's panties. Not that they would have fit anyways. She was slimmer than his mom.

  Thankfully, she had agreed to at least wear a bra. Surprisingly, Lilian and his mom had the same bust size, which was more information than he ever wanted to know about the woman who gave birth to him. Seriously, who wants to know their mother has the same sized tits as the girl claiming to be in love with them? On the other hand, it was interesting to note that because Lilian was slimmer than his mom and shorter than her as well, her breasts actually appeared to be much bigger than they really were.

  After he had finished making this observation, Lilian had questioned why his face was so red, which just made him blush more.

  Now they were walking down one of the large walkways inside of the nearest mall, Lilian was holding his arm tightly, and consequently smashing said arm between said breasts. Which, by the way, was the reason Kevin's face had retained its redness ever since they had arrived. In all honesty, it was surprising that the boy had not passed out from over stimulation yet.

  Perhaps he was gaining some kind of resistance? Or maybe it was just a convenient Plot Device? Who knows.

  Lining either side of the large walkway were numerous shops that sold everything from toys and books to sports gear and shoes, to clothing and sunglasses. It was a very large mall, with somewhere around a hundred stores so there was a lot of variety.

  Milling around the store, walking and chatting with their friends or just going it alone, were all kinds of people. Kevin could see everything from businessmen talking on their cellphones to got
hs that looked very similar to new aged Vampires with their dark clothes, heavy amounts of eye shadow, mascara and the ridiculous amount of sparkles that made them look like they had been shot several hundred times with a glitter canon. The mall was a place where all kinds of people could go to relax and enjoy some down time.

  "You seem awfully excited," Kevin tried to make conversation so he could ignore the stares and his own burning face. Both were hard to ignore, especially since half the reason for his face was due to the stares.

  It should be noted that a number of those staring were men, and the ones not actually glaring at Kevin were staring at Lilian, not him. He just didn't know that because he had his own problems to deal with.

  Meanwhile, the women those men were with were glaring at their boyfriends/lovers/significant others for their staring... that, or they were glaring at Lilian for being the cause of their boyfriends/lovers/significant others staring. It was almost like they were blaming her for being hotter than they were.

  Strange right?

  A good few of the men that were blatantly ogling Lilian ended up receiving a smack to the back of the head when they were caught staring at certain parts of the red head's anatomy that they really shouldn't be staring at.

  Still keeping herself latched onto his arm as they walked side by side, Lilian stopped her enthusiastic gawking of the mall and turned her head to look at him.

  "I've never been to such a big shopping center before," Lilian informed him, her voice sounded just as excited as the light of wonder in her eyes looked. Kevin was surprised. What girl had never been to a mall before? Girls were supposed to love malls! "The town I grew up in was very small. I think there were only a couple hundred people living there all together. We didn't have a mall, just a grocery store, a clothing store, and a couple of places to eat."

  "I see," Kevin mumbled as he tried to shift out of Lilian's grip. No luck. The girl was stronger than she looked, and she was latched onto him like some kind of leech. "You mentioned you were from Greece." Lilian absently nodded as she went back to looking around the mall with an almost childlike eagerness. "How come you're so good at speaking English? I would have thought you'd at least have an accent or something. If you hadn't told me you were from Greece, I would have never believed you were Greek."