Happy Endings Part II
#2 of Happy Endings
I moaned.
"Jack." The foxes name was sweet on my lips.
He was bent over his bed. His pants were pulled down just enough to reveal his cute ass. His shirt was up around his chest, where it had ridden up due to my frantic thrusting. He was hot. He was really hot. My own pants were down just enough to reveal my cock.
Before you get the wrong ideas, we're not boyfriends. Even though I wish we were.
We were assigned to be lab partners last semester for a biology class. I had been over several times before he forgot to close some things on his computer. Those things involved several different species hip or knot deep, depending on the species, in foxes. I was scared of what the videos made me feel and I was scared of what those feelings made me feel about Jack. So I screamed at him. And he screamed back. That was when I knew I was in some deep shit. And then we had sex. Very nice sex.
And we've been doing it ever since. But there are rules.
First, neither of us are completely naked. Done.
Second, he doesn't want me to touch his cock. And, as much as I wish otherwise, done.
Third, no emotional involvement. Never done.
Perhaps I'm a masochist, but I'd always stay after and talk with him. And even though I wanted to cuddle, he always scooted to the other side of the bed.
And I hated him for it.
I thrust into him and he moaned and thrust back against me.
This pushed me just a little closer to the edge. We both moaned. My claws tightened around his hips and he squirmed and gripped his sheets.
A little closer to the edge and I finished. I so badly wanted to lean over him and whisper how much I loved him into his ear. And I wanted to hear him whisper it back while I reached around and finished him.
But I knew I wouldn't, just as I knew he wouldn't love me.
And I knew that tonight, when I was back home, I would lie, moaning, in my bed while I imagined the life we could have.
Unrequited love sucks.