Academic Dishonesty Pt. 1
One could seriously argue that what I was doing was wrong. At the time, I was sure that everything was right, and there would be zero problems that I would have to contend with. But then again, nothing perfect sticks around for too long. How could I possibly know that he would turn out to be my teacher's assistant? Out of all of the classes required for my major, he just had to be the one that I would have to deal with all semester. That being said, it would be impossible for me to tell him, "Oh hey, thanks for the sex, but I can't do that anymore. See you in class." That would be the exact definition of awkward. Do you realize what that would do to my G.P.A? Nonetheless, one thing was for sure: either way I looked at it, I was screwed.
I never asked, or hell, even wanted to get into any sort of romantic entanglements this semester. With 18+ units and a selection of classes full of grueling essays each week, the last thing that I needed was to get caught up in some sex filled social life. You know, one of those that you see in those typical crappy college movies that really are not true to what college is really like... or like in adult films. Though I wouldn't go as far as to say I wanted the latter. Even with that said, I cannot say I've had too much experience in the adult film "department". Multiple occasions of almost being caught with your pants around your ankles would do that to a person. But enough of the boring explanation part. I bet you want to hear what happened. I bet you want to hear why I feel like such a screw up. Well, sit back and relax. You're in for one hell of a story.
Everything about the day that this all started was every bit cliché. It was all those clichés that I despised with a burning passion. Funny that a situation like this should happen to me of all people. I was minding my own business, not doing anything to bother anyone in the slightest, reading notes I had accumulated from prior classes for my English Literature major. I found that with these notes, I could get any sort of edge over the competition of my fellow classmates. The tables around me were filled with other students, caught up in chatting, eating, along with a select few who were actually working on schoolwork. Sitting outside was the way to get things done in my opinion, compared to the crowded inside areas where students flocked to get their fix of food. Outside, it was just normal, just the "usual".
"Excuse me?"
Scratch that. Goodbye regular and "usual". Hello trouble.
I looked up from my notes to where I assumed the voice had come from. Of course, whoever had spoken was in the direct line of the sun, causing me to look straight into the blinding light. My reaction must have looked unpleasant to anyone who had seen it, my face scrunched up together and my eyes squinting, waiting for some sort of adjustment to the sun to occur.
"Is anyone sitting here?"
They didn't get the idea that my looking into the sun was clearly painful. Who was this guy? No, literally, who was this guy? I mean, I had yet to see who the heck was talking to me due to the sunlight invading my corneas.
"Uh, yeah. I mean, no, go ahead and sit." I said.
Finally he moved. It seemed like nothing but my saying to sit down would get this fool out of the sun and allow me to not stare directly into the burning light. I shook off the spots in my eyes from the sun and turned my attention to the stranger who had just taken a seat across from me. The first thing that I noticed as this stranger sat down was his scent. They say that a man's scent is what brings about most cases of attraction. I could honestly say that whoever came up with that fact was 100 percent correct. It was not cologne he was wearing, I was sure of that. It was all natural, sending my senses into a frenzied state and forcefully placing them into submission, causing what I thought was a momentary shut down of my brain. It took a second for my body to resume regular function and my heart to resume beating at a regular pace. Only then was I able to then focus on the rest of the body of the being I had let sit across from me. He could not have been much older than me, but the sheer size of his body was enough to think he was years past me. His face though, let me figure out his close age difference to my own. He had not been run down by school, as most of the older professors and students here had been, their faces showing utter exhaustion and the subtle signs of wrinkles. The stripes fit the tiger well, and his fur looked a lot, well, fluffier than you might see in primitive pictures of his long lost un-evolved ancestors. Again, momentary lapse of brain power had taken over me.
"Hhh...hh..hi...," I choked out in some sort of hello, yet was sure sounded like me grunting incoherently.
So much for making an articulate first impression.
"Cat got your tongue?"
Oh how clever. If I could have rolled my eyes without him seeing, I would have. Though I already had made such a stunning impression that I did not want to ruin myself even more.
"I hope that was a hello, either that or you're having a seizure," the tiger said. "Let's hope for the best and say that it was a hello. My reply, of course, would be a hello right back to you."
At least he was polite and making a joke of my awkwardness. I told myself not to do the usual awkward laugh to break the conversation a bit.
"It was supposed to be a hello," I replied, my voice quiet at first, making sure that my vocal chords were not going to give out on me again, followed by a small awkward laugh.
Fuck. I hate my mind sometimes.
I didn't know how much more embarrassment I could take in front of this fantastic specimen of manhood, I mean tiger. Damn inner monologue. "I guess I just had something caught in my throat. Sorry about that. Also, I don't think I caught your name."
"Well, it would have been hard to catch it when I never threw it," the tiger laughed to himself. I laughed along, seeing as it would have been rude not to acknowledge some sort of hilarity in the small and unfunny joke.
At this point, I wanted nothing more to go back in time and refuse letting the tiger sit at the same table as me. I was perfectly fine in my own little world before he showed up, and now I was stuck awkwardly laughing at jokes that I didn't find funny. If this is what my day had become, I was going to find the closest tall building and will myself off the roof, just to put a stop to the madness. Though seeing as time travel was non-existent as far as modern society goes, I was stuck here in the present.
"I hope you ignore the awkward jokes," the tiger said after silently finishing his laughter. "It's what I seem to do when I meet new people. As an apology, please accept this," he said, handing over a small card to me.
"A business card?" I replied questioning him. "Wow, how thoughtful of you."
"You know, you're pretty sarcastic," he said, his eyes locking on to my own.
"No really?" I responded, mocking his statement.
He chuckled, obviously amused by my comment. "It fits you well. By the way, if you would have looked at the card, you would have seen my name clearly printed there. But I'll introduce myself anyways. The name is Dustin. It's my pleasure to meet you."
I held back and laugh and slipped his card into my pocket, obviously not needing it now that he introduced himself.
"Well, Dustin-," I started to say.
"Call me Dusty. It's easier than saying Dustin all the time." He interrupted quickly.
"Okay Dusty, I figure it's only proper to introduce myself too. The name is Andrew. It's nice to meet your acquaintance."
It turned out that Dusty was not all that bad of a guy, and was easy to talk to and pass the time with, much unlike homework assignments that do not talk back when you speak to them. We all do it, so do not think yourself better than myself. All students do it, at least I hope so. It turned out that my awkward first impression was easily forgotten, and our first conversation swiftly took its place, turning the day into a much more positive one. Dusty and I were quite similar in the likes and dislikes that we held in high regard. He too was focusing on English Literature. I told him it seemed like I found new competition. Of course, when anyone hears there, they are either perturbed, or they laugh it off. Dusty did the latter, in a manner of hysterical laughter. Turned out he was thinking the very same about me. Great minds think alike, right? He and I talked until I had to run to class, literally. I had lost track of time and almost was late to a lecture, which was not something that professors looked fondly upon. I made it to my seat with a minute to spare, thankfully.
Throughout class, I did my best to focus on what the professor was speaking about, but could not bring myself to give much more attention than a few looks towards where he was standing. I found myself scratching patterns of stripes into my notes subconsciously, and letting my mind wander back to the conversation outside. I continued to absentmindedly flip through my notes, making it seem like I was doing something academic within class, when I stopped on a page with a set of writing that was not mine. I was caught completely off guard by this sudden note scrawled out before my eyes, but then at the same time, I was not surprised. We had hit it off amazingly, and it would have sucked to think that today would be the first, last, and only time Dusty and I would have spoken.
Andrew-
It was awesome meeting you today. This may seem weird to read a note randomly written in your notebook, but would you want to go out for coffee or food sometime? It's up to you really. You have my number already : )
-Dusty
I told myself that I would not react, especially in the middle of the professor's lecture. That would have surely gotten be in heaps of trouble that I just did not need to deal with. But as I sat in my seat, focusing on taking notes, I could not help but find myself smiling. Maybe this cliché sort of a day was not as bad as I thought.
The cliché days kept on coming, much to my surprise. I had actually become quite used to them. There was just this good vibe that emanated into the atmosphere around Dusty that I'm sure anyone in the vicinity would have felt also. Or maybe I had just found a new close friend. By any means, I was not going to let anything get in the way of this friendship. Sure Dusty was good looking, had a great personality, and was just an all around fantastic guy to be around, but I was sure that he could get the pick of any species, male or female, that he wanted. So that is where I drew the line. I would, beyond any shadow of a doubt, not let sexual feelings come between us to mess up the friendship.
That is way easier said than done, of course.
The first time I had a dream about him, I just brushed it off, or just forgot the dream altogether. But since the day went by that he and I started to become better friends, my nighttime sleep was invaded by images of his face. I'm sure they were innocent dreams at first, but I knew there was some sort of battle happening subconsciously when each night the lighting in my dreams got into more of "mood lighting" and the scenery always included a bed, where a very aroused tiger lay waiting for me. The dreams did not seem to stop when I was asleep, nor when I was awake. I would sit in classes during the day and find myself getting lost in my thoughts, only to realize the increasing bulge within my pants due to imagining the soft yet rough feel of a feline tongue running up the length of my wolfhood. It was moments like these where I rushed my way home in need to relieve the tension that had built up.
I waited until the steam that billowed out from the hot shower fogged up the mirrors before stepping onto the tiled floor. The hot water ran over me, rushing through every inch of my fur and calming me to the core. I closed my eyes and let out a deep breath, only to realize a subtle growing feeling in between my legs. I had expected it really, because the moment I closed my eyes, my mind was off in another dream. As if the dream were real, I felt the sudden ecstasy of muzzle against me, sending jolts of pleasure throughout my entire body. I could feel the gentle bites from an unknown figure up the length of my neck, causing a breath of sheer surprise to escape from within me. All around me I could smell the subtle scent of the tiger, obviously Dusty to my mind, which overwhelmed my senses to such an extent that my knees went weak. I caught myself falling forward, throwing a paw up against the tiled shower wall to catch myself, yet only catching myself in the process of imagining the feeling of being pushed up against the pelvic region of the tiger behind me as I bent over. I let out a low moan, letting myself fall fully into the fantasy. I could feel myself growing from between my legs, engorging and filling to my hardest state. I was quite sure this had been the largest erection I had gotten in a long while. The feeling of my member sliding out of my sheath brought even more pleasure to my body.
I reached down and wrapped my paw around myself. The initial shock of touch upon my hardness sent waves of pleasure through my body and caused my breathing to increase and my blood to get flowing just a bit quicker. I admit I was not the largest and thickest in size, but I wasn't the smallest either. As I stroked, I did not envision my paw sliding up and down my length, but that of Dusty's paw. Inch by inch his grip tightened around me as he rubbed his own hard manhood against my furry rump. I could feel it so vividly pulsing against the most sensitive spots underneath my tail. In my head, I heard my breathing start to increase, along with the speed of my heart. Everything that was happening was causing my body to react in the most incredible feelings of sexual ecstasy. I imagined hearing the steady grunts and moans that issued from Dusty's lips, knowing that he was enjoying the moment just as much as I was. As I imagined his thrusts against me quickening, I subconsciously sped up the movement of my paw. I knew that the overbearing feeling of bliss was not far off and my imagination knew it full well also. Each time my paw, or his imaginary paw, moved from the base to the tip, shocks of pleasure raced through my body, eliciting loud groans from my mouth. The pleasure began to feel so incredible that my body gave way. I fell to my knees, my paw still moving fluidly up and down the length of my throbbing, engorged wolfhood. I felt my heart race as I felt my oncoming orgasm building deep within me more so than before. The feeling started deep within me, an overwhelming pressure suddenly unleashing itself upon my body. In one stroke from top to bottom, I felt myself release, my hips bucking as the first shot of my virile fluids splashed upon my chest. Shot over shot, I felt the ropes of my sticky white fluid hit my body, while the smaller bursts ended up being swept down the drain by the running water. My whole body shook with pleasure, my vision hazy as my body began to calm down. I let the running water fall over me, washing away the evidence of my most recent shower exploits.
The visions were so strong, so realistic that I could have sworn they were actually happening. I swore to myself that I was the only one in the shower just then. I thought back to how I promised myself that I would not let feelings get in the way of our friendship. It was too quick, I told myself, to fall for someone. But if my subconscious was telling me the truth about how I felt, and if those dreams were anything like they could be in real life, I could not stop myself from trying. I would have him, I resolved. No matter what extent I would have to go.