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Second Day of School

The halls were crowded and it was only a few minutes before homeroom started. Most people were heading to their assigned room while Michael Lake struggled just to get to his locker. According to him, he was in shambles. The pieces of his uniform he didn't manage to forget were all wrinkly, his medium length, wavy brown hair was a mess. The otter was in such a hurry, when he finally arrived at his locker, he couldn't keep his emerald green eyes focused long enough to put his combination in. "Oh come on!" he nearly squealed, jiggling the combo lock.

Little did he know, Michael was being watched. A solid, athletic looking tiger was eyeing the otter with a half grin while his friends were busy talking right next to him. When the otter looked around, Jimmy turned his head, trying to act casual. But when the feminine looking male looked back at his locker, the tiger's swamp green eyes nearly sparkled with admiration. Smiling to his friends, "Hey guys, I'll be right back..."

Michael tried to calm himself down as he spun the combo lock to zero to reset it for the third time. Trying to remember the combination, he suddenly froze when he sensed someone looking over his shoulder. Backing up as he spun around, the otter heard a loud 'OOF' as his elbow struck something firm yet soft. Feeling a set of paws grasp him by the arms, he looked over one shoulder to see a handsome looking tiger gazing back at him. Gasping from embarrassment, "Oh god, I am so sorry!"

Jimmy chuckled, lightly rubbing the spot where Michael elbowed him, "That's okay. Here... let me help you." Reaching out and grabbing the combo lock on the otter's locker, the tiger squeezed the back of it before giving a sharp tug. The thing easily popped open. "Here you go." he said, handing it over.

Smiling as he took it, Michael eyes sparkled, "Wow, thanks!"

Jimmy was happy to help. "Are you new here? I don't remember seeing you last year."

Michael scrambled to get his books while talking at the same time, "Yeah, I transferred from public school..."

Jimmy chuckled, "I can tell."

"How?"

Pointing to the otter's clothes, "You're school vest is missing, you're tie is all wrong, and..." the tiger reached down and pulled up one of the otter's pant legs, "...you're not wearing any socks with your dress shoes." Checking his cell phone real quick for the time, "Hey, my names Jimmy..."

All of a sudden, the homeroom bell rang. The otter quickly slammed his locker, his books in his paws, "Crap, I'm late!" Before he could even realize he was being rude, Michael was around the corner.

Jimmy frowned, watching the male disappear, "See ya..."

There were so many twists and turns, Michael wasn't sure if he was even going the right way. His new school was designed like some kind of fucked up maze. Many times he even ended up in the wrong room. Finally when he got to a part of the school he recognized, he walked around a corner, only to be with a wet mist being shot from the nose of a feminine looking fox with short, wavy blond hair, brown tipped ears, and blue eyes. "Ugh, gross, cover your freaking muzzle!"

The fox sniffed and snorted, wiping his small, ebony nose, seeing the otter through hazy eyes. "Aw man, I'm sawry, that one snuck up on mai." Aaron watched as the otter stormed off, the fox groaning as he rubbed his forehead, his sinuses killing him.

Third Day of School

The pencil in Jimmy's paw rapidly bounced in a rhythm, though he hadn't noticed it until he felt a small, spotted leopard paw cover it, "Jimmy, you're tapping again..."

The tiger sophomore came out of his day dream and looked up to see his study hall teacher, who was also his math teacher, "Oh, sorry Miss Knox, I really don't mean to do it..."

She smiled at him, "I know. The main reason I came over here is to ask if you could do me a little favor."

Jimmy nodded his head, "Shoot...?"

She handed him a little blue folder, "I'd really appreciate it if you delivered this to one of your fellow students who I'm told lives not too far from you. He called out sick today. His names Michael, Michael Lake."

Jimmy took it, eyeing the address sticky noted to the corner of the folder, "Sure, I can drop it off for ya."

After School

Jimmy stood outside the very fancy looking house, his fingertips sweating on the blue folder in his paw. Managing to catch a glimpse of their backyard as he passed by their garage, they had a huge pool, hot tub, huge deck, and even a full tennis court! Despite his social and very friendly nature, the tiger really didn't want to embarrass himself in front of someone he didn't know. When he finally got to the end of the walkway that led to the front door, he nervously lifted his free paw to the heavy looking door knocker, knocked it twice, and then rang the doorbell.

It didn't take long for someone to answer the door, "Can I help you?"

Jimmy had to stop himself from blushing as he stared at the beautiful otter fem smiling at him. He wasn't sure if she was Michael's mom or his sister. "H...Hi, Mrs. Lake?"

She nodded her head, "Yes?"

"I'm Jimmy, Jimmy Sample. Miss Knox asked that I bring Michael his homework."

Her face lit up with natural appreciation and her emerald eyes sparkled, "Well that's sweet of you hun! Head on upstairs, Michael's room is the last one at the end of the hall on the right."

As he walked in, Jimmy definitely felt more relaxed, seeing how friendly Mrs. Lake was. But as he walked up the massive stairwell, the tiger looked left to right as he thought to himself, "Wow, this house is huge! It's got two hallways!" Doing as Mrs. Lake told him, he walked to the last door at the end of the right hallway...and then froze. She had emerald eyes! She was an otter...with brown hair...and emerald eyes! His paw just hovering over the handle of Michael's bedroom, he said aloud, "Holy crap!" She was the perfect female image of the otter he met just yesterday!

Michael groaned in bed, lying all over his bed, sick, his forehead burning. His body was shifting between hot and cold so much that he couldn't decided if he wanted to be under his blue covers or on top of them, so he was half in and half out. Wearing his gray hoody with his tight jean shorts that exposed his thighs, his entire body ached and he didn't feel like doing anything. He lay there, hazy, staring at all his hot boy-band posters around him, not even wanting to touch his adventure books, Twenty Thousand Leagues Under the Sea and King Solomon's Mines abandoned. Then he heard the, "Oh shit!"

"Is someone there? Hello!?"

Michael's door slowly crept open and when the otter saw the tiger, he quickly retreated into his sheets, "Oh my god! What are you doing here?!"

Jimmy blinked, "I'm sorry, did I do something wrong?"

The otter jumped up, "What? Oh no! I'm just...really embarrassed that you're seeing me like this...you're seeing my room..." Michael was an embarrassed because he sort of had the room of a teenaged prep girl. He then seemed confused, "Why are you here?" he asked in a perplexed tone.

Jimmy held up the folder, "Math homework... Miss Knox asked me to bring it."

The other took it, immediately dropping it on the night stand near his bed, "Thanks..." He then groaned, his head becoming fuzzy again. Lying back down on his pillow, Michael did the one thing that brought him relief; he rubbed his foot-paws along his soft, cool sheets. He loved the feeling of clean sheets along his soles and in between his webbed toes.

Jimmy couldn't help but watch. He watched as Michael grinded the ball of his foot-paws into the bed, flexing his toes every so often. The otter's feet were clean and smooth, his toe nails actually trimmed and polished unlike most guys he knew. Having to swallow, he asked, "What's...what's wrong?"

The otter groaned, "My feet ache...everything aches!"

Something compelled Jimmy to step forward, closing the door behind him before sitting on the bed. Holding his paws out to Michael's legs, he asked, "Can I?" But before the otter even insecurely finished nodding his head, he was pressing his thumbs into the male's limbs.

Michael gasped, feeling the tiger's strong thumbs pressing into the muscle he had on his legs. He almost protested, but that was thrown right out the window. He had never had another male touch him like before. The otter gasped, "Oh wow..."

Jimmy nervously pulled away, "Do you want me to stop?" Michael simply shook his head. He closed his eyes as the tiger resumed massaging his legs, often switching over from one to the other. Jimmy smoothly stroked the padding of his paws up and down along the muscles, doing circular motions every now and then. The otter didn't even tense up as those wonderful paws passed dangerously close to the legs of his short jeans.

Michael had to hold himself back from moaning once the tiger touched the padded soles of his foot-paws. What he couldn't hold back was the six inch bulge forming in his jeans. His feminine gasp betrayed him, a knot forming in his chest when the tiger looked up at him with a questioning look. It was obvious that the tiger could see the blush on his cheeks and the sparkle in his eye. Jimmy felt...strange, kneeling there on the floor at the foot of the otter's bed, his boner straining in his boxer-briefs and jeans.

As Michael lay there, poorly trying to cover his own bulge and Jimmy kneeled there, breathing warm breaths against the otter's bare, clean foot-paws, they felt lost about what to do next. Finally, Jimmy lightly turned his head, moaning with satisfaction as he ran his sandpaper tongue along Michael's padded sole. The otter gasped, throwing his head back, nibbling at the edge of his pillow as he held firmly to the bulge in his pants. Jimmy purred in his throat as he took in sets of toes, favorably sucking at them, running his tongue between them. Then, as Jimmy ran his tongue along the lines of his foot pads, Michael arched his back, feeling as if the tiger was stroking him off. He whimpered as it drove him crazy, "Oh god! Oh god!"

Jimmy stood up as the otter started pushing his foot-paws into the bed. Kicking off his own sneakers, the tiger jumped onto the bed with him, wrapping one arm around Michael while brushing his sweaty, sock covered foot-paws up against the otter's. Something about the male's big, manly foot-paws drove Michael further over the edge and he wanted to kiss Jimmy, badly.

They rolled back and forth over the bed, one pinning the other as they passionately kissed and stroked at each other, still brushing foot-paw against foot-paw. Suddenly, Michael stopped, pulling out of a kiss as he looked deep into the tiger's eyes, "I...I don't even know your name..."

Jimmy smiled, staring admirably into Michael's bright, energetic emerald eyes, "It's Jimmy..." They kissed for the longest time, their exciting foot teasing slowly coming to an end, Michael's clean soles eventually encompassed by Jimmy's sweaty sock covered paws. Tired from a long day, potential foot love, and long moments of making out, they passed out, the otter tightly locked within Jimmy's muscular arms.

The Next Day

Mrs. Lake opened her son's door to check up on him and seem if he would be making it into school that morning. But when his bed came into full view, she gasped, seeing the naked backside of a young, rather attractive tiger. Somehow Jimmy's shirt had managed to end up on the floor in the middle of the night.

Seeing her son comfortably sprawled against the tiger's chest, she couldn't help but smile. She was half happy...and half satisfied. Happy because it seemed Michael had found someone he could be himself with. Satisfied...because they were both at least half dressed. She had not even had that talk with her little otter yet. As she picked up Jimmy's football shirt, she looked at the number twenty-two on the back, "At least it's not a sixty-nine..."