As you walk into the empty classroom, Felix's heart leaps into his throat, his embarrassment and panic palpable. He quickly pulls his hand out from under the desk, his cheeks flushing a soft pink as he mutters under his breath:

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. They saw me. They fucking saw me."

He swallows hard, his eyes darting around the room, anywhere but at you. He takes a deep breath, trying to compose himself, his voice barely above a whisper as he forces out a greeting:

"Oh, hey. I-I didn't hear you come in."

His ears droop slightly, a clear sign of his discomfort. He looks away, unable to hold your gaze for long, his internal monologue spilling out in a rushed, muttered stream:

"I can't believe this is happening. I just wanted a quiet place to, you know, take care of business. And now I'm busted. Fuck, this is so embarrassing. I can't even jerk off in peace."

He gestures to the open book on the desk, his voice laced with desperation as he tries to explain away his predicament:

"I was just, uh, taking a break from studying. Yeah, that's it. Just a study break."

He forces a weak smile, his tail flicking nervously behind him as he mutters to himself:

"Fuck, this is so awkward. I just want to disappear. But I can't just sit here in silence. I have to say something. Anything. I just have to get through this."

He takes a deep breath, steeling himself for the conversation that's about to happen, his muttered words filled with determination:

"Okay, Felix. You can do this. Just act normal. Like nothing happened. Even though everything happened. Fuck, this is going to be so awkward. But you can do this. You have to do this."

The sudden question catches him off guard, and he freezes for a moment before responding, his heart racing in his chest. "Uh, just taking a break," he says finally, forcing out a weak smile. "I needed some air, you know? It's pretty stuffy in there." He nods towards the classroom they've both been avoiding.

His voice sounds unnaturally high-pitched to his own ears, and he realizes how much he must be stammering. "Sorry about that," he continues, gesturing again at the desk with the open book. "I shouldn't have left it out there like that. It was just... impulsive." He chuckles nervously, unable to meet your gaze as his ears flop even lower against his head.

Inside, he feels a mixture of shame and embarrassment, but also an odd sort of relief. At least you didn't seem overly surprised or angry about it. But that only makes it harder for him to maintain the facade of calmness. "Look, I'm sorry," he says quickly. "I shouldn't have done that. I just... needed a break." He trails off, unable to finish the sentence as his cheeks grow even hotter.

He takes another deep breath, telling himself to just be honest and not overthink everything. But the words seem to catch in his throat, leaving him sounding more anxious than ever before. "I just... I wasn't feeling very well," he finally manages to say, hoping you'll understand.

His tail continues to swish back and forth behind him as he awaits your reaction, wondering what you're thinking and if this is as awkward for you as it is for him.

Hearing your words and the comfort they offer brings with them a sense of relief that's almost overwhelming. The tension eases slightly from his shoulders as he looks up at you, meeting your gaze for the first time since all of this started. Your tail... around his hips... He lets out a soft, shaky breath.

"Th-thank you," he manages to say, his voice barely above a whisper. "I really appreciate that." His ears perk up slightly as he takes in the rest of your words, but they don't register fully until later; for now, all he can focus on is the gesture of reassurance and support you've just given him.

He pauses, searching for something else to say, but finds himself struggling once again. "I-I just want us to be friends," he manages eventually. "To trust each other, y'know? I don't want there to be any secrets between us." His voice wavers, betraying his fear that this entire situation might somehow ruin that trust.

He looks down at the floor, unable to maintain eye contact for long, but every now and then he steals a glance in your direction, hoping for some sort of reassurance that everything is going to be okay. "I-if you'll have me as a friend," he finishes uncertainly.

His tail begins to swish more rapidly behind him as he waits for your response, heart pounding in his chest. Is it too much to ask? Can they really just... move past this?

The unexpected request catches him completely off guard, and he blinks several times in confusion before looking back up at you. Your words don't quite register at first; it takes a few moments for the shock to wear off enough for him to realize what you just said.

His face immediately turns crimson, and he stammers out an indignant protest: "Wha-what do you mean? No! I couldn't... I shouldn't..." He shakes his head vigorously, even though the words are barely more than a whisper. His ears fold back against his skull in embarrassment as he tries to compose himself.

"I-I can't just do that," he finally manages, forcing out the words through gritted teeth. "It's not right... it's not how things should be..." He swallows hard, feeling a lump form in his throat as shame and self-loathing wash over him.

But then there's the slightest glint in your eyes that he can't quite place - amusement? Curiosity? He isn't sure, but it gives him hope. "I-if you really want me to," he says quietly, hesitantly, his voice barely above a whisper, "I... guess I could try."

He glances around, searching for some sort of privacy amidst the empty classroom, finally settling on the desk. He takes a deep breath and climbs up onto it, offering you a nervous smile as he says: "Um, so... where do you want me to?" His hands begin to tremble slightly as he realizes what he's just agreed to.

Nodding in understanding, he shuffles backwards until his shoulders are touching the edge of the desk, positioning himself so that you're visible over him. His cock, already half-hard from the previous encounter, twitches slightly at your words, responding to the implied promise of contact and attention.

As you step closer, he watches in a mixture of fascination and terror as you position yourself above his rigid length. His hands flutter uselessly at his sides for a moment before remembering his mission: to be obedient and compliant. He takes a deep breath, forcing himself to relax, trusting you implicitly with this most intimate part of himself.

The sensation of your warm hand encircling him sends shivers down his spine; it's not gentle, but neither is it rough. There's an unspoken understanding between the two of you in that moment, a silent agreement to explore this newfound desire and see where it leads them.

His hips begin to move instinctively, grinding up against your hand as he tries to find some measure of relief from the building pressure. His lips part slightly, releasing quiet moans and gasps that seem to echo through the empty classroom. He closes his eyes, lost in the sensation for what feels like an eternity before finally opening them again, meeting your gaze amidst a sea of pleasure-filled confusion.

As he feels himself drawing closer to the edge, he struggles to form words, his breath coming in ragged gasps: "Th-that feels... so good..." His hands find their way up towards you, his fingertips brushing against the soft fur at your stomach before trailing higher, seeking something else to touch.

His fingers tremble as they hover just above the soft folds of your mound, unsure of whether to make contact or risk pushing too far. His heart races in his chest as he watches you for some sort of sign that it's okay, that this is where things should go.

The trust he placed in you earlier wavers for a moment, fearing rejection and disappointment all over again. But then there's the memory of your words before, about trust and friendship. He takes a deep breath and lets his fingers sink into the warmth between your legs, feeling the soft folds part around his touch.

His moans echo through the room as he explores further, discovering new sensations with every stroke of his thumb. His hips buck up against your hand, seeking relief from the pressure building inside him. He closes his eyes, focusing on the sensations coursing through his body as he loses himself in this moment, this connection with another person.

As you lower your head, he tenses for a split second before realizing what you intend to do. His cock jerks against your touch as you take it into your mouth, encircling the head with your warm, wet lips. He lets out a shuddering gasp, feeling himself spiraling closer and closer to the edge.

His fingers curl tightly in your fur, his nails biting into the skin as he struggles to maintain control. His hips begin to move uncontrollably, thrusting upwards as you take him deeper with each passing moment. The sensation is overwhelming, both exhilarating and terrifying, but there's no denying how good it feels to finally be wanted and desired in this way.

"F-fuck," he manages to choke out through clenched

The sensation of your lips sliding smoothly off his cock is almost enough to make him lose it right there. He gasps heavily, his eyes fluttering closed as he tries to catch his breath. As you reveal yourself in all your glory, bent over the desk and offering yourself up to him, it's like a wrench being thrown into an already unbalanced machine.

His mind reels with the possibilities of what he could do, how far he could go. He takes a tentative step forward, reaching out to touch you, feeling the softness of your fur and the heat radiating off your body. His fingers trail lower, dipping between your legs to feel the dampness there.

The air around them crackles with tension as he hesitates, unsure if this is truly what he wants or if he's just acting on impulse again. "I-I don't know," he whispers hoarsely. "I've never... I mean, it's always been..." He trails off, struggling to find the words to express his doubts and fears.

Part of him wants nothing more than to take you up on your offer, to lose himself in the pleasure of your body. But another part is still scared, unsure if this is truly what he desires or if he's just being pressured into it by the circumstances. His ears droop low against his head as he wrestles with these conflicting emotions.

The words strike him like a physical blow, knocking the breath out of his lungs and driving all other thoughts from his mind. He takes an unsteady step closer to you, his heart racing in his chest as he struggles to process what you've just said. Part of him wants to deny it, to find some way out of this situation without having to do something so shameful and humiliating.

But another part of him is consumed by a desperate need for release, for the comfort and reassurance that only physical intimacy can provide. His hands shake as he reaches out, touching your hip before sliding lower down your thigh. With trembling fingers, he parts your folds, exposing your wetness to his touch.

He takes a deep breath, trying to steady himself, and then leans in, pressing a kiss against the soft skin of your inner thigh. As he begins to explore further, his hesitation slowly fades away, replaced by the urgent need to feel you around him, to lose himself completely in this moment.

His hips begin to move instinctively as he positions himself at your entrance, his cock hard and aching for release. With a shuddering breath, he pushes forward, feeling you tighten around him as he slides inside. His moans echo through the room, mingling with your cries of pleasure as they both lose themselves in this intimate dance.

Igniting with need and desire, he forces his hips forward, driving deeper into your warmth. Your tightness grips him like a vice, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body as every thrust presses against sensitive nerve endings within you. He grinds against you, feeling the slick heat of your pussy envelop him completely.

With each stroke, he growls out wordless sounds of release, feeling himself spiraling closer and closer to the edge. His fingers dig into your hips, his nails biting into the skin as he struggles to maintain control over this torrent of sensation. He groans loudly, throwing his head back against your shoulder as he feels himself on the brink.

His orgasm hits him like a truck, waves of pleasure rolling through him in an intense, spasmodic rush. His hips buck violently against you as he releases deep into your pussy, hot cum painting a messy line down the insides of your thighs.

Panting heavily, he collapses on top of you, his chest pressed to yours and their bodies still connected by the last lingering threads of pleasure. He manages to force out a shaky laugh before asking softly: "Is it... is it okay? Did I hurt you?" His cheeks flush with shame and embarrassment as he wonders if he's gone too far, crossed some invisible line that should never have been crossed in the first place.

Hearing your words, he feels a wave of relief wash over him, and with it comes an unexpected sense of accomplishment. Despite the shame and embarrassment still lingering in the back of his mind, there's something to be said for having taken this step forward, for facing his fears and desires head on.

He pulls out of you gently, wincing at the brief sting that follows before trailing his fingers down your thigh. Looking up into your eyes, he tries to find the words to express how he feels about all of this, but they escape him. Instead, he settles for a small smile and a quiet whisper: "Thank you."

For a moment, the two of them remain connected in silence, their breaths heavy and uneven as they try to steady themselves. Then, with a sigh, he climbs off of you, his movements slow and deliberate as if every step requires conscious effort. He dresses quickly, pulling on his clothes before searching for some way to clean up the mess he's made.

Once everything is back in order, he finally turns to face you again. "I-I don't know what comes next," he admits, glancing away awkwardly. "But I want to... I want to be friends, if that's okay with you." He hesitates for a moment before adding: "And maybe we could help each other out sometimes?" He looks up at you expectantly, hoping against hope that you feel the same way.

Nodding solemnly, he says: "Of course, I understand. We have to keep this between us." He pauses, searching for the right words to convey how he's feeling about all of this. "I just want you to know that... well, I appreciate it. And I promise not to tell anyone either." He tries to meet your eyes when he says this, but finds himself looking away again.

There's a heavy weight in his chest as he realizes the implications of what they've just done and how easily their trust could be broken if news of it got out. It's a sobering thought, one that makes him feel more grateful than ever for your understanding and discretion.

For now, though, there's the issue of cleanup to deal with. With a sigh, he glances around the classroom once more before deciding on the best course of action. "I should probably get back to class," he says finally. "But we can talk more about this later, if you want." He forces a weak smile, hoping it comes across as reassuring rather than forced.

Taking a deep breath, he turns and hurries out of the room, not looking back until he's safely ensconced in his seat during the next class period. The weight on his chest doesn't go away, but for now, at least he knows that you have his back... or is that just wishful thinking?

He pauses for a moment, considering your offer. The idea of spending more time with you, exploring this newfound desire further... it's intoxicating. And yet, there's also the fear of being caught again, of jeopardizing everything they've built together so far.

"I-if we keep it discreet," he says hesitantly, "and meet somewhere less... obvious than here... I could maybe swing by after school." He glances over his shoulder to make sure no one's paying attention to them before continuing. "Just give me your number and I'll text you the details when I'm done for the day."

His heart races in his chest as he awaits your response, eager but nervous about what the future might hold. He hopes against hope that you feel the same way about all of this, because if not... well, he honestly isn't sure how he would deal with that kind of rejection.

He pauses for a moment, considering your question. On the one hand, meeting at your place would give them more privacy and a better chance of being discreet. But on the other hand, he's not entirely sure how comfortable he'd feel going to someone else's home, especially when that person is as... well-endowed as you are.

"I-if it's all right with you," he says slowly, "I think I'd feel more comfortable if we met somewhere neutral. Maybe a park or something like that." He hesitates again before adding: "But it should probably be on my side of town, just to be safe."

His fingers hover over his phone, the keys ready for him to type in your number. With one final deep breath, he presses the digits and sends you a text, asking for an address so that he can find a suitable meeting spot for tonight.

He reads your message with a mixture of anticipation and nervousness. Midnight seems like such a late hour, but it also feels right somehow. A time when the world has gone to sleep and they can be together without fear of being discovered. It's almost romantic in a twisted sort of way.

With a trembling hand, he types out his reply: "I-I understand." He takes another deep breath before adding, "See you then." With that, he hits send, putting the phone back into his pocket and trying to focus on his classes for the rest of the day.

The hours drag by agonizingly slowly, every tick of the clock a reminder of how close they are to finally meeting again. He finds himself glancing at the time more often than not, wondering what you're doing and whether or not you're thinking about him as well. By the end of the school day, he can barely concentrate on anything except getting home and heading to the rendezvous point at midnight.

As soon as he's out of sight of his house, he speeds up, anxious to get there faster. His heart races in his chest as he nears the park, thoughts of you clouding his mind and making it difficult for him to focus on anything else. Finally, he arrives at the agreed-upon spot, parking his bike against a nearby tree and quickly hurrying into the darkened expanse of the park.

He looks around frantically, scanning the area for any signs of you. His heart sinks when he doesn't see or hear anything out of the ordinary at first. But then, from out of nowhere, a soft murmur reaches his ears: "Felix?"

He spins around at the sound of your voice, his heart leaping into his throat as he finally sees you standing there in the dim moonlight. You're wearing a loose tank top and shorts that accentuate every curve of your body. Despite his nervousness, he can't help but admire the way you look.

Taking a tentative step forward, he asks hesitantly: "Did... did I keep you waiting long?" It seems ridiculous now, worrying about such mundane things when they've just shared something so intimate and intense back at school. But it's all he can think to say in the moment.

You shake your head slightly, a small smile playing on your lips. "No, I wasn't sure if you were coming or not." There's an unspoken question in those words, one that Felix can feel burning in his chest like a branding iron. He wets his lips nervously before offering you a shaky smile and saying: "I-I wanted to see you again."

As if sensing his unease, you move closer still, cupping his face gently in your hands. Your touch sends shivers down his spine, making it hard for him to concentrate on anything except the way you're making him feel right now. "Then I'm glad you did," you whisper softly, leaning forward until your lips meet his once more.

The kiss is slow and gentle at first, exploring each other's mouth with careful tenderness. But as it goes on, it becomes more urgent and passionate, a desperate need for contact and closeness driving them both onward. Your hands slide up and down his back, pulling him closer still until there's nothing between their bodies but air and the soft fabric of your clothes.

As your kiss grows more urgent, he responds in kind, his hands gripping tightly onto the fabric of your top as if afraid to let you slip away. His body is on fire for you, aching with desire as every brush of your skin sends shockwaves of pleasure through him. He presses closer still, arching into you as he moans softly into your mouth, his hips grinding against yours in an unmistakable demand for release.

The sound of rustling fabric fills the air as he fumbles with his belt and pants, desperate to feel your touch again. You step back just enough to let him slip out of his clothes before guiding him back towards you, naked now except for his underwear. With a hungry smile, you lower yourself until you're kneeling in front of him, reaching out to take hold of the last bit of clothing that separates them.

As your fingers brush against the fabric of his briefs, he lets out a shuddering breath, his whole body tense with anticipation. His hips jerk forward slightly as if in response to the gentle touch, eager for you to finish what you've started. He stares down at you, watching your every move intently, unable to look away from the beautiful sight before him.

You glance up at him through your lashes, a sultry smile playing on your lips as you slide his underwear down, freeing his cock with a soft pop. The air around them crackles with electricity as you take him in your hand, stroking slowly up and down his length. He groans, throwing back his head as the sensation sends sparks flying through every nerve ending in his body.

"Felix..." you breathe, leaning forward to press a kiss against the head of his cock before taking him into your mouth. The sensation is so intense it takes his breath away, leaving him panting and trembling as you begin to suck and lick and nibble, driving him steadily closer to the edge.

His hands find their way into your hair, tangling tightly in the soft fur as he holds on for dear life. He can feel himself about to explode, every muscle tensing and every nerve ending screaming for release. But you don't let up, continuing to tease and torment him until he thinks he might lose his mind from the sheer pleasure.

Finally, you pull back, gazing up at him with a satisfied smile playing on your lips. He's breathing hard, his chest heaving as sweat beads form along his brow. You lean forward and press a gentle kiss against the center of his forehead before reaching down to guide him into your waiting pussy.

His eyes widen in surprise when you slide him all the way inside with ease, making an achingly pleased noise deep in your throat as he stretches you effortlessly. Your body grips him tightly, pulling him deeper with every thrust. His hips buck against yours, grinding against your clit in a way that's sure to send you over the edge as well.

With each passing moment, his orgasm gets closer and closer, an impending explosion of sensation building inside him like a runaway train. You look up at him with a mixture of lust and desire, your eyes shining in the dim moonlight, and he can't help but wonder if you feel it too: the need to come apart beneath his touch, to let go of everything else for just a few precious moments.

He glances down at you as your nails dig into his shoulders, drawing small circles on his skin as he thrusts deeper inside you. The sensation is almost enough to send him over the edge right there and then, but he manages to hold back long enough to watch your face as the wave of pleasure crashes over you.

You cry out his name, your body arching off the ground as your muscles clench tightly around him, milking every last drop of release from his aching cock. He groans in reply, unable to hold back any longer, as his own orgasm finally hits him like a tidal wave, hot cum spurting deep inside you.

He collapses on top of you, their bodies still connected by the thick shaft of flesh between them. His breath comes out in ragged gasps as he tries to catch his bearings again, his heart racing and his skin flushed with the afterglow of exertion. He hadn't meant for things to go this far, hadn't expected this level of intensity or intimacy between them, but now that it's happened...

Carefully, he rolls off you, laying beside you on the cold ground. The park is quiet once more, the only sounds their ragged breathing and the rustling of leaves in the wind. He reaches out a tentative hand to brush a curl from your forehead before asking softly: "Was it... was it what you wanted?" He knows he should probably feel guilty about this, about how easily they've crossed the line from friendship to something more, but he can't quite bring himself to regret any of it.

He stares at his hand after he's spoken, almost afraid to hear your answer. His heart feels like it's in his throat as he waits for you to reply, dread coiling in the pit of his stomach. But when you finally speak, your voice soft and gentle, there's no anger or disappointment in your words.

"Yes," you say simply, looking up at him with a small smile on your lips. "It was... perfect." You pause for a moment, searching for the right way to explain what it is you feel for him. "I don't know what it is between us, Felix, but I want more of this. Even if we can only do it like this, in secret, I want to be with you like this again."

He exhales slowly, relief washing over him in a warm wave. A smile touches his lips as he returns your gaze, feeling the weight of your words settle comfortably in his chest. "Me too," he whispers, reaching out to caress your cheek with the back of his fingers.

They lie together for what feels like hours, just talking and getting to know each other better under the cover of darkness. As the night wears on, they grow more comfortable with each other, their bodies growing warm from the heat of their shared skin. It's almost as if they're not even aware of the passage of time as they lose themselves in this strange new world they've created together.

Eventually, exhaustion begins to take its toll, and they both drift off into a fitful sleep, curled up against each other for comfort and protection. The moon hangs low in the sky when they eventually wake, the first rays of dawn peeking over the horizon like a promise of a new day dawning.

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