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A sharp ring sounded and the hallways were immediately filled with mobs of college students. Some were rushing to their next class almost all the way across campus; others were walking casually back their dorms to relax until their next class. A young grey wolf, however, named Samuel Kaptcha was really rushing to his next class!

It was a class he enjoyed very much. Not for the learning portion or the career options, it was for the teacher. The professor. The stunning Ms. Dina Marlow...the unfathomable feline beauty of the campus...the shining star of the college...and Sam would just keep thinking those little compliments all day and all night. And although he would dream or even fantasize about saying them to her, he would never be able to without messing up or getting tongue-tied. It was a problem he was working on remedying even as he thought. He ran into the building and skidded to a halt outside of the room. He combed his hair back with his claws, cleared his throat, and then opened the door and walked inside. His classmates who were already there took a quick glance at him and then paid him no heed. He walked up to his seat in the back top row and sat at the end of the row.

He looked around, trying to spot Ms. Marlow. It appeared that she hadn't arrived yet, oh well. At least now there would be no worry about finding her! He thought about her...her body...she was a middle-aged woman, fully grown and beautiful. Her body was a little weighty, but nowhere near fat, if anything it added a slight roundness to her curves and even a little extra some places! Her waist was curved in just the right way, leading down her body and into her full hips which swung ever so smoothly as she walked, her plump ass, and then there were her legs...her supple thighs, leading up to what Sam fantasized about, her soft, warm sex, secreting juices as she bent over for him, her large mounds pressed up against the table, tail swishing every now and again...

Sam was getting a huge erection as he thought about this, so lost was he in Lustworld that he didn't even notice his best friend, David Harroway, walking up to him.

David was a lion, the largest male on the football team and most likely the whole campus in terms of pure muscle mass. David rapped Sam on the top of the head with his knuckles, just rough enough to snap him out of his trance.

"Fuck you kitten!" he said angrily. Kitten was a derogatory term he had concocted against the lion as a stab at his masculinity...it didn't do much...David was gay.

"Ha-ha! I thought you didn't swing that way?" he laughed and dropped down into the desk next to him. "Thinkin' about Mrs. Devine again?"

Sam looked away embarrassed. "Sue me..." he said quietly and looked away. He looked at the door and saw the knob turning! His eyes widened and he completely ignored David, all his attention at the door, hoping and praying for even just a glimpse of his drop-dead sexy professor!

The door opened, and a female figure stepped through...it was not Ms. Marlow. It was another junior, Sally Barkins. Sam made a scowl and sat back in his chair. David was next to him, cracking up laughing!

"A bit disappointing eh?" he laughed. "Why don't you chase after a girl like that? She's cute I guess?"

"Eh," was all Sam had to say. Sally was pretty good-looking, but nothing compared to Ms. Marlow!

"C'mon, I can't watch you kill yourself over some girl you'll never get! Just go and talk to someone! Anyone! C'mon," David urged.

Sam shook his head. "It's not that I'm just waiting and saving myself for her like a fucking fanboy. I'm just not interested in any of the girls here...if I find one then you'll be the first to know."

"Well, it doesn't have to be a girl you know?" David suggested slyly.

"Ooooh no! Don't even try it!" David had been trying to get Sam to re-consider his sexuality ever since the two had first met. But so far, Sam was just too stubborn.

"Well, fine then. When you decide to come to your senses and drop this obsession, I'll be around. You know what? Sometimes I think yo-...nevermind, don't care!" he said quickly. The huge lion practically jumped down the stairs into the arms of an almost equally muscled horse wearing a wife-beater and ripped jeans.

They kissed and the horse looked up at Sam and waved.

"Hey Sam!" he called.

"What's up Dmitri?" he called back.

Then Dmitri looked back at the lion and whispered something in his ear. David laughed and squeezed his ass. The horse whinnied and kissed him. Sam looked on.

"Enjoying the show Mr. Kaptcha?" a female voice said softly from right next to him. He jumped and looked towards the voice. Ms. Marlow sat in the seat next to him with her feet on the back of the seat in front of her. She was looking at her nails and filing them carefully, paying him no heed as she talked and laughed.

"M-m-ms. Maroloow! H-hi how how how long have you been sitting there?" his voice got quieter and trailed off as he finished.

She chuckled. "Don't worry about it, I just wanted to hear something."

Ms. Marlow had a nasty and rather odd habit of being a magician. She was everywhere and nowhere at the same time! It was almost like magic, she was here one moment and then gone in another...creepy...

His eyes went wide and he looked at her. "A-a-and did you he-ar it...?" he squeaked. He hoped and prayed that she didn't hear what he thought she heard.

"No, unfortunately...I was hoping I'd hear gossip or something like that...oh well." She said, looking at him and smiling rather beautifully. She laughed a little and then looked back at him.

"Well? Cat got your tongue?" she teased.

"Actually Ms. Marlow, I think a cat does have my tongue. I think YOU have my tongue, you see...to me, you are the most beautiful woman in the world and I honestly think that I could be in love with you! So," he got down on one knee. "Dina Marlow...will you marry me?"...was what he wanted to say...

"Bisokd misjashkiing orshkeneshk," was what came out. From Sam's point of view, what he had just said was fine! He had said what he wanted to! But from Ms. Marlow's point of view, he sounded like something akin to a shoe caught in a lawnmower...

She looked at him and raised an eyebrow. Then she laughed. Then she leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, her soft lips placing a red lipstick mark on his fur.

At first, he just sat there...then he blushed...he blushed so hard he thought his face would melt! He turned to her...but she was gone. He looked down at the board and there she was! Scribbling down notes from earlier lessons as a recap.

"What a woman!" he said to himself. "Man, if she has a boyfriend he is one lucky man!"

Then David took his seat again next to Sam and began elbowing him.

"Hey! Good job! You're just about halfway there!" he joked.

Sam elbowed him back playfully, laughing at himself a little. He sat quietly for the rest of the class, watching each one of Ms. Marlow's movements. Her beautiful ass bouncing as she moved to scribble and write her notes on the board. She was teaching pre-law but all Sam would think about was her, her breasts jiggling with each step she took...and that sort of thing...usually he wanted each class to go by as slowly as they could...but they felt like they went by in seconds! He just got so lost in his thoughts and her curves that he would drift...he remembered what he thought was the best moment in his life, when Ms. Marlow dropped a piece of chalk on the floor and reached down to pick it up. She bent down and grabbed it, but as she did her skirt slid down her hips a tiny bit and revealed the waistband of a black v-string which she quickly realized and covered, a tiny blush on her furred cheeks.

She had hoped that no one had noticed and apparently no one had...no one except for Sam Kaptcha...he had gotten such a raging erection that he had no choice but to start stroking it through his jeans, thanking god that David was sick that day. You can guess the end result...

Recently though she didn't care as much...she seemed almost depressed actually. She had just gotten hopeless for some reason. But Sam had no guts to ask her...or even approach her...but he felt terrible about it indeed.

The bell rang and pierced Sam's Lustworld bubble. He stood up and walked down the stairs towards the door, walking by Ms. Marlow, making sure to wave goodbye before walking out. She saw him and smiled, but it was a half-hearted smile, a smile that made her look like she was grateful that someone noticed her. But Sam thought a little on it and decided that it was just the angle he caught the smile at.

An hour later, Sam was back at David's dorm. He had often found himself here, sleeping soundly on David's super-comfy Temperpedic bed. He didn't have much time for sleep during the night; he had a night job from Monday to Wednesday, but not on Thursdays or Fridays. Either way, it didn't seem to bother the lion. He would walk in, get on his computer, start playing some online game and wait for Sam to wake up. He would never wake him up...ever...when he would by accident; he would role Sam over and tuck him in. That's why Sam often thought of David as more of brother then a simple friend. David did the same, even calling him 'Little Brother' at points.

Sam was fast asleep on the bed, which was covered in clothes as usual. David wasn't the most organized person ever. Sam breathed softly and dreamt of her...Ms. Dina Kaptcha...it was catchy you have to admit!

He dreamt of them getting married and going home together, falling into the bed together. Sam would strip her of her bridal gown, pulling it down her shoulders and unzipping it. He would pull it down past her shoulders and under her huge breasts. As he pulled it down, he would lick her nipples and listen to her moan, her pointed ears would fold flat against her head as she submitted and loved him...he would push inside of her and start thrusting softly, making her squeal with each hump of his powerful hips...and she would look up at him and say: Sam? Sam? Sam, I need you to wake up...Sam? Sam. Sam! SAM!

His eyes shot open when he felt a tugging at his shoulder. He looked up and saw David shaking him lightly, calling his name.

"Huh? *yawn* yea? Yea what's up?" he said quietly.

"C'mon dear, you gotta go now. We need to use our room for today ok?" David said quietly. Sam sat up and looked behind David to see Dmitri standing by the door, leaning against the door frame.

"Oh...*double take at Dmitri* Oh! Oh gotcha," he said, realizing why they needed the room and standing up and stretching. He sighed, unhappy that he was interrupted, but understood and respected his friend's desire. He was having such a fantastic dream though! He could still see Ms. Marlow under him; her breasts bouncing with each thrust...it got him so horny and lustful for her...he wished he could've continued, but decided he would later. Then he stood up, put his shirt on and walked for the door.

"Thanks bro," Dmitri smiled at him.

Sam looked at him and laughed. "You know I sleep there right? I don't wanna wake up in anything...keep it clean!"

Dmitri laughed. "You got my word."

Sam chuckled again and walked down the hall. He heard the door shut as he walked away, and he pulled out his iPod and plugged his buds into his ears. He figured he would go outside and try to find a bench to sleep on. After all, David was really his only friend on campus. All of his others were back in his home town. So, he walked out of the dorm and across campus to find a bench.

He looked and looked for an open one, but all he saw when he looked were students sitting and studying or reading. He sighed in anguish and looked around one more time. He saw it!

A bench! One open bench. A little out of the way, a place that no one would really find unless they were looking for it. He started walking towards it, and the closer he got, he began to hear a soft sound. Small, quiet, sounded a little bit like crying...

He peeked around a bush, using his keen hearing and vision to scout out the situation. He saw a woman sitting on a bench, sobbing softly, shoulders heaving every now and again and soft tears patting the ground. He was about to walk up to her to see what was the matter, but...then he recognized her outfit...her grayish fur...the whitish patch on her back showing from under the collar of her jacket like a tattoo...her pointed ears...it was Ms. Marlow...

He was far too nervous to speak to her and his legs felt like jello...he took a step back...he wanted to help her he really did! But there was no way he could talk to her without making a fool of himself first...it would be too embarrassing...so as much as he hated to, he had to walk away...

He would ask her about it though...he swore he would...

The next day... (Friday)

Sam walked up the stairs to his usual seat, to find David already sitting up there.

"You're here early," he said. David nodded.

"Yea it wasn't worth waiting for Dmitri. Waking him up when he isn't ready is like knocking on death's door," he chuckled. Sam laughed with him.

Sam nodded and laughed. Then David at down next to him and elbowed him.

"Hey, did you see your lover today? She looks so sad..." he said.

"Is she?" Sam looked down at her worriedly. It was a completely different sight...Ms. Marlow was exactly where he expected her to be...it was unheard of! Something must have been wrong...

An hour later, his class was over. Sam and David walked out of the room and stood in front of the door. Sam looked in on Ms. Marlow. She was still sitting at her desk, writing on a most likely poor grade of some equally poor student. She had her head leaned over the desk and no emotion whatsoever...it was as depressing to watch as Sam was sure it was to experience...

"What do you think Sam? Sam?" David had been talking to him the whole time! Sam shook his fur and looked at David.

"Umm, I think I'm gonna go...talk to Ms. Marlow..." Sam said the sentence as if he was unsure if it were the correct answer. David's eyes widened.

"Can it be? Samuel Wilson Kaptcha has grown the balls to talk to his relatively-mysterious-in-nature mature love-crush?!" David laughed and slapped him on the back. "Good for you! Go get her, tiger..."

Sam started to speak, but he was quietly pushed through the door by his muscular friend. He turned around to try and chicken out, but the door was already closed and held shut by the same muscular friend...

Sam turned and saw Ms. Marlow, slumped over the papers, breathing heavily. He walked up to her slowly...taking each step with care...

He finally reached her desk...he cleared his throat...

"Who is it?" Ms. Marlow asked, head still in her arms.

"Its -" he stopped and cleared his throat again, bringing it from a high-pitched squeak to a regular tone. "It's Sam...Sam Kaptcha? You know, I'm in your class? One period ago? Me? Sam?"

"Yes! Yes...Mr. Kaptcha I remember you," she said, smiling a weary smile. "I might be old but my memory isn't fading THAT fast...give me SOME credit dear..."

Sam blushed hard and then looked away.

"So what can I do for you Sam?" Ms. Marlow asked, her smooth voice giving Sam butterflies. She looked at him and raised an eyebrow, then turned and started erasing the board. Sam tried to say something...but the words wouldn't come out...this was the woman he LOVED! Was he going to just stand there and let cowardice and shyness get the best of him?! No!

Then Sam looked inside himself...he reached down deep within his being and pulled forth a courage the likes of which the world (or Sam) had ever seen! The mighty glow of this bravery made even the great Beowulf cower in his tomb! Sam looked at Ms. Marlow and spoke with no stutter...

"I uh noticed you the other day...in that little clearing after 6th period..." he said quietly. Ms. Marlow turned around, looking at him...

"Oh...you saw that, did you?" she said sullenly...

"Yea I noticed you looked pretty down..." he said, putting his backpack on the ground and leaning over the desk. "Everything ok?"

Ms. Marlow sighed and sat down, turning to face him.

"You guys are so lucky...being young...you're surrounded by people who care about you, people you love...but when you get to be older you start to get lonely...you go to work, and sure! You meet some friends there, but you lose contact with all of your old friends...everything changes...I'm not sad I'm just...I...I'm so lonely..." she said and then bowed her head again and started to cry. Sam walked around the desk and knelt down next to her, putting his arm over her shoulders. His brain was screaming "YOU'RE TOUCHING HER! YOU'RE TOUCHING HER!...AND BEING COOL ABOUT IT!!" but all he could focus on was taking care of her.

"It's ok...believe it or not, I know exactly how you feel...I'm alone a lot too...shhh don't cry," he said softly and rubbed her back gently. She raised her beautiful head and looked at him, sniffling and wiping a tear from her eye.

"You're good at this...do you practice?" Ms. Marlow said and giggled through sniffles. Sam smiled.

"I've run through some scenarios..." he said and put his other paw on hers. "So...I was wondering...I've got nothing to do tonight and I was thinking...um...maybe, just maybe...it would be cool if you and me--and feel free to say no, I completely understand--were to hang out for a bit?"

She looked at him and raised an eyebrow again; her wet eyes made all the more beautiful by the crystal tears recently welled up inside them. She smiled...

"Are you usually this much of a lady killer?" Ms. Marlow said softly. Sam blushed and smiled. Ms. Marlow scribbled down an address and a phone number on a piece of paper and handed it to him. "Pick me up at seven?"

"Oh! I would love to it's...um just that I...um...never got my license..." Sam said and rubbed the back of his neck. Ms. Marlow raised both eyebrows and smiled a little.

"Well! I suppose I'll pick YOU up then, shall I?" she said and laughed. "I'll be there at seven, red Porsche. Don't be late, little dove..."

Sam blushed again and walked out of the room rather quickly, not even turning around to say goodbye! He rushed outside, ran into the middle of the courtyard and looked up at the sky...

"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!" he screamed! He jumped and clicked his heels and then rushed off to go find David! He had to get ready!