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Chapter 5: Anger

Two in the afternoon and Vern had missed his classes instead having decided to attend a lesson in humility of his own making. He stood buck-naked dripping with his own sticky fluids. He stared dumbly at the bedding and at himself. His member slightly softer but still bobbing and red with rawness from the long attentions it had received. He panted softly and smelled the sweet stink of himself in the air. He shook his head. The fuzzy shock of what he had just done still washing over him, even continuing to excite him. He could not break himself free, only able to watch minutes tick by on the digital alarm clock at the side of Denn's bed. 2:12 and he still stood there. 2:14 and he breathed a bit slower but still looked over the wreckage. 2:17 and he felt the desperation of knowing he was doomed. 2:21 and the door opened behind him. It shut and he heard books slump to the ground.

"Didn't you go to...what the HELL did you do to my fucking bed!" the voice started with a question and ended with volume and something far less a question and far more direct and to the point. He still could not move, still too deeply in shock. It had been good, damn good. He would do it again given the choice.

He felt a paw on his shoulder pull him around to face the fierce face of Denn, his roommate returned from another bad day of classes made only worse by the scene now before him. Denn looked down at the sticky matted fur. "Did you have some sort of fucking orgy with yourself?" he growled not caring if the floor heard. He shook his roommate, and not lightly. "You'd better give me some sort of explanation right now." he hissed.

The walls were broken, the protective wards collapsed, there was nothing left but the naked child within cowering in fear. Vern roused slightly and started back finally at Denn. His voice was soft and even as he spoke, he collapsed to his knees tears in his eyes though not in his voice. "I'm...gay..." he gasped as he shrunk down.

Denn looked around again and pinched his eyes closed. "So that...gives you permission to just....go wild and....god...whatever this is...I mean....really?", he asked now more confused than angry. "This can't be cleaned, I mean...even if it was...I can't sleep in these...", he said appalled picking up the corner of a bed sheet and then pulling his hand away as even where it seemed clean sticky whiteness was to be found. He eyed the droplets on his fingers and shivered. He could handle crusty boxers but this was too much.

The naked form still on its knees whispered again. "I'm...sorry...I...should have...so many things." he managed.

Denn could tell his roommate was going through something terrible, that something had broken for him today just as something had broken for him the day before. He knelt carefully and looked his friend in the eye. "Vern...look...I can't be....well whatever it is you were hoping...at least...I assume it was me in your head...after all....it was my bed you were on.", he said surprising himself even with his calmness. "We can figure out that part later, for now I just need you to get cleaned up and get this bed in order." he said. Anger still burned deep within. His dream was shattered and his roommate wanted him in a very intimate way that made him extremely uncomfortable. He pinched the bridge of his nose and sighed letting the anger leach away briefly. "Here's fifty bucks can I trust you to replace the blankets, get the bed made up and the room cleaned up of this smell?", he asked only just now realizing he was almost gagging on the scent of hours old sex.

Vern nodded and took the bills and stood walking still naked out to the showers. He felt a dream, a fantasy of his own shatter as hot water poured down over him. When he returned to the room, Denn was gone off to an evening study session and he was alone again though no longer did he feel the uncontrollable arousal. At least that barrier had returned.

Chapter 6: Further Anger

Denn had needed to get out. He was having a hard time coping between the unusual classes, the rather suddenly vicious outburst of his apparent homework partner and his lustful roommate. He had little peace left in his life any more. He sat at the coffee shop trying to burn away the two hours until his meeting with Madeline. He was on his third cup and a notebook lay before him open but with only a page of mindless scribbling drawn across the open notebook.

The waitress had simply left him to his own internal musings only ever stopping to take his bill and refill his coffee. It was nearly dead silent in the little cafe and it suited him just fine. When he had been there so long that the waitress had stopped serving him he finally stood and headed towards the campus again. He was certain another wonderful exchange awaited him there. He considered briefly returning to his room but that was even possibly worse. He felt confined, as if two large stones blocked his path and both were slowly moving in threatening to crush him. Escape was not an option. He could not change nature. Nature simply had it in for him.

He plodded up the stairwell determined to take his time getting there. He found second floor and soon the room in question. He knocked tentatively after making sure he was only a little early. The door opened with the girl framed menacingly before him. Her eyes immediately flared when they caught the sight of him. She growled a bit. "Come on get in here, I do not want to have to explain this to the girls later on. They always get the wrong idea." she muttered. The door closed.

"Take of your shoes if you want and sit down somewhere. Not on the bed though." she remarked taking that place herself. She looked up to him finally seeing his face. "Jeez what the heck happened to you?" she remarked seeming to briefly care about him.

"It's nothing." he remarked taking out the book for class and his notes without her bidding.

"It's not nothing." she thought to herself but let it be. She was still angry at having him as a partner. "You didn't know what that book was talking about either did you, I saw you spaced out staring at nothing throughout the class.", she remarked.

She had his attention at least as he focused on her voice and tried to shake away his other worries, at least focusing on her might be somehow preferable. "I was not!" he argued.

"Like hell," she interrupted, "you're spaced out every day in that class. The only reason you were so aroused was because of something in your head, not because of something in this book." she remarked harshly as she waved the paperback textbook at him like a weapon. "And, they would have all noticed just how 'attentive' you were when I stood up if I hadn't swayed my hips like some two dollar whore when I went up there so you can thank me for that one!", she remarked determined this pairing was completely against her.

He looked and focused on her again. He always saw the fantasy first when he looked at her but suddenly that shifted, changed, and melted away. Not the eyes, not the fire of anger but the little things began to become clear. His fantasy was perfect, no flaws, no imperfections, no slightly out of place fur, always and in every way ideal. Even when he imagined more energetic moments she always returned to that perfect and serene state. Madeline had a slight imperfection in the iris of one eye, the hair over her right ear was slightly shorter in cut, her shoulder favored the right from an old injury, and her lip had a slight cut on it from something recent. He saw her for the first time, the voice was hers not that of some fantastic lover of infinite possibility. It was instead of a mortal girl of flesh and blood with her own limitations and desires. He stared at her for a long moment suddenly realizing reality was not shortcoming of the fantasy when he really looked at it.

"What the hell are you staring at? My clothes had better damn well still be on in that filthy head of yours." she remarked sharply drawing him back to more immediate truths.

"I didn't think you looked like a whore." he remarked sheepishly but finally meeting her eyes. They were violet yet almost black, rare and unique in coloration.

She eyed him for a moment. "Thank you." she managed after a startled pause of her own. She had not expected politeness from him. Men in this school attended for one reason, and it was not the curriculum. Most of them boasted prolifically about how well they were doing in their more robust classes.

"I thought you were beautiful." he added still softly and again startling her to silenced pause. "Thank you." she mumbled herself now in lowered voice brushing her hair back. She felt a blush touch her lips and pushed the short hair of her right ear back over it again. "But that doesn't get you out of anything. This is still going to be a very kid friendly assignment." she remarked.

"So, since you didn't read the little excerpt, why don't you read it now and tell me how it makes you feel?" she remarked. "We'll just put down, "sat and read the story" for actions." she remarked.

She watched him as he read, his eyes darting over the words. She hesitantly glanced down to his jeans. Nothing, not even a wiggle, was present. She wondered about that, the boy always seemed have wood in class. She blushed wondering why she knew that. She got angry again. "Haven't you finished yet damn it?" she said accenting her words with a curse to break the momentary feeling that he wasn't so bad. "What grade level do you even read at?" she snapped tearing away the tome and reading out the final passages aloud.

The final passages were about the climax itself, the two lovers mutually sharing that brief moment of ecstasy they had both yearned for but not taking pleasure in that moment but all the moments before and yet to come between them. She started with voice gruff and harsh but by the end even and soft her body quivering slightly. She felt the words work though her. The description continued not of their physical bodies but of their transcended minds linked in that moment of climactic pleasure where all faded to gold and only the faintest of physical feelings mattered. She shivered and felt her body run rigid. When finally in the closing sentences the author directly allowed the characters their final climax she felt her legs go slightly warm and felt beads of dampness soak her panties. She closed the book half-breathless and looked to Denn. She expected him to be panting, lusting, gazing her down like a rapist. Instead, he too seemed equally moved by the words and though he looked at her, he seemed not to hold any lust for her.

She checked his pants again briefly. He was aroused now, rather handsomely, she had to admit. She shook her head. "So what were your feelings?" she managed taking up the notebook.

The next half hour was as dry and as child friendly as she had demanded. Each of them very clinically described their reaction to the words. She withheld her own dampness from the telling but admitted the stirring of her loins. She silently noted to read more the author had written when alone later. She got to the section on their physical responses and considered again.

"I don't think we can just put down that we sat and read the passages." she finally admitted. "What...err...should we write here?" she asked hesitantly but feeling anger again stirring defensively in the back of her throat.

He looked up to her. He focused on the assignment and not on the other problems. At least some good was coming from this. His problems seemed to be lessening but still they would need time to resolve. He considered her observation. "But we did just sit here and read It.", he remarked. "I mean, we talked about it, but we did not really do anything else." he remarked. "Your right though. I think she is expecting something more." he agreed.

The girl, not the fantasy, stared back at him. "I...I checked you out...I mean...I...err..." she stammered. "I looked at your pants to see if you were aroused...twice." she admitted. "Is that enough?" she tried.

Denn shook his head, "It's an action but I think she was expecting something more than just eyes...and I guess...well I might have looked over to you once or twice as well.", he admitted as well.

They wrote that down and then sat thinking it over. "What if we read it again?" Denn offered. Madeline flushed a bit but agreed letting him read it without interruption this time. He read just fine, his pace was even, and words clear, softening where appropriate and quavering even in the most intimate moments. The lovers, existing only in written word, climaxed before the two again and then fell silent as the pages ran out.

Madeline breathed deeply gulping softly, "I..." she blushed stopping herself from nearly admitting something more private than she was willing to give this boy. She felt her panties sticking firmly to her matted down fur. They were slick against her. "I think, maybe...." she tried again. No, she was not going to admit that.

Denn sensed reluctance from her but let her be. "I think this is something that you normally read alone." he remarked. "You feel yourself transposed with the character and want to feel what they feel." he observed. "You want to do whatever it takes to feel that same heat that penetrates where you can't reach down into." he added.

She nodded. She would try admitting something to him, "It made me," she gulped. "It makes me want to masturbate." she managed. "Badly.".

Denn stared at her and then nodded a bit indicating he felt the same. "But can we um put that down as an action if we didn't...?" he asked.

Madeline breathed in deeply and looked at him incredulously. "You know if you tell anyone about our meeting you're going to be burned alive right?" she growled as if hating an internal decision. Denn nodded. "Just read it one more time. But go back to the beginning, read it all." she finally ordered him, giving in to herself.

Denn hesitated and then turned back and started once more. "They met in silence, their fingers communicating all that needed to be told..." he began. The story progressed and hesitantly Madeline let herself fall into the character. She could tell Denn was allowing himself the same. Half an hour passed and the lovers were kissing, the basics of foreplay beginning. An hour in and they had removed each other's clothes.

Madeline felt herself wavering as the characters finished undressing. She suddenly stood and pushed her pants and panties down pressing her shirt down to cover her bared self but not before Denn had noticed. She shot him a glare and almost spoke out but refused to ruin the story. She let him take a brief pause taking up the book instead. She continued to read and nodded to Denn softly. He could do the same she silently told him. The written lovers did not communicate by word, his fantasy did not speak, and neither did they, it was an amazing parallelism. He did the same and sat legs gently spread and as a male, much harder to conceal failed to hide fully his arousal.

Madeline continued the chapters, the lovers kissing, touching, and communing, to know one another yet never fully engaging. Foreplay was their sex and they never joined throughout the pages. An hour and a half in and Madeline had her paw firmly between her legs. Finally, they came to the assigned passages. She continued to read while they each rubbed themselves in unison, a silent acceptance reached. When one moaned the other moaned.

Finally, the author's lovers did join physically and Madeline looked up to the thick length stroked so close to her. She lifted up her shirt and intending only to let him see at first. She instead pulled it from her head and tossed aside her bra as well. She continued with a muffled whimper. Denn wanted to do the same but only wrenched his shirt up over one shoulder. Madeline gently shook her head letting him know he had done enough.

The lovers climaxed, the students climaxed, and both book and student fell into silence, one out of words the other out of breath.

They sat panting for a long time before they cleaned up.

When Madeline finally saw him to the door she hissed one final threat reminding him she was still not some fantasy. "You, me, and the wall understand? Otherwise I will put that dirty little mind of yours though one." she growled slamming the door behind him.

He smiled to himself walking back down and out of the dorm and towards his own. That was not all together unpleasant.