A Match Made in Heaven - COMPLETE + BONUS CHAPTER + Rewrite chapters 0-10 (10/22/14)

This story is complete. The first version is weirder, includes mad science, and varies between cute, dramatic, and X-rated scenes.

There is also a PG-13 version that I spent quite some time working on. It's obviously much tamer and not explicit, but it's more refined and accessible.

Original sexy version:

Much more polished SFW version:

Thank you to everyone who supported me during the two years I worked on this.  It made a huge difference in my life.

Gratuitous sexy bonus chapter:

The front door to Michelle’s house burst open.  We’d returned from our first date without speaking a word.  Stumbling inside, Michelle struggled to close and lock the entrance; I refused to stop kissing her for any reason.

Somehow she managed with me still clinging to her front.  Her hands free, she grabbed me, slamming me back and pinning me to the wall with her body.  I gasped, but my mouth was instantly covered with hers.  I struggled futilely, our fingers intertwining above my head, almost lifting my off my feet.

I returned the passion with everything I had, kissing her rapidly and everywhere.  I relished her weight on me, her heat spreading through me.  My blood was rushing everywhere; back home I was hard as rocks.  I panted and gasped whenever my mouth was my own.

“My parents aren’t home,” Michelle whispered, letting off just slightly.

“I know,” I replied, using the opportunity to leap up into her arms, mine around her neck, forcing her to carry me.

“We should probably stop,” Michelle said between kisses.

“Yeah, we’re going slow…” I replied, clinging tightly, pressing my lips wherever they could reach.

“No point going to my room,” she added, walking us that way.

“I shouldn’t be feeling you up,” I continued, grinding my crotch into her.

“There’s my bed.”

“We probably shouldn’t get in.”

“We shouldn’t take my dress off.”

“Shouldn’t take my pants off.”

“Shouldn’t pin you to the bed.”

“Shouldn’t unhook your bra.”

“Shouldn’t take this plate off.”

“Wait,” I gasped, finally stopping her.

“What?” she blinked in surprise, fingers pulling back from my crotch, “I thought… I’m sorry…”

I leaned up to kiss her passionately.  “No, you’re definitely right.  Just… leave that on.  I wanna do something new.”

“Oh!” she replied, relieved, “What?”

“Let’s do it like girls.  You know, regular girls.”

She chuckled nervously.  “Oh man, you’re right.  Okay…”

The mood calmed, I peeled off my own shirt and bra, while she slid her panties down.  I let out a soft gasp when I could finally see Michelle in all her glory, kneeling in front of me.  “Wow…”

My eyes traced down her graceful neck, her sloping shoulders, her luscious breasts, her washboard abs, her little patch of fur above her womanhood…  I nearly got lost, happy to stare at that vision of loveliness forever.

When my gaze retu