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Caught! Part 1

By

Charles E. Terrell Jr.

Aka Nightmask

Sam's eyes darted around the expansive parking lot as he drove slowly along the isles, noting where people were and where they weren't as he looked for just the right spot to park. The teenager's hands clutched tightly at the steering wheel and his heart beat a bit faster than normal as he finally settled on a spot not too close and not too far from the entrance to his favorite museum. Even though he'd visited it before it'd be the first time he'd dressed up for it and his boldest public foray to date.

Once he settled onto a spot he carefully eased his car into place, the view of it partially obstructed by the larger trucks and vans around it giving him a little added privacy for what he needed to do. Even then he spent several minutes looking around and screwing up his courage to carry out what he'd looked forward to doing and get over the embarrassment that also came with it. With a last glance around he slipped out of the front door and quickly got back into the back of the car instead and set up a sunscreen and window shades to increase his privacy a little.

Anyone who could have looked into the car at that point would have seen that the slight young man had started to remove his clothes, starting with his shirt. Pulling it over his head his pale skin and hairless chest reflected the late start he was having for puberty's influence. It wasn't on display long though as he slipped into an elbow length puffy-sleeved blouse in a modest floral pattern and arranged it to best fit him, patting out any wrinkles and pulling his long blond hair out of the neck and fluffed it around his shoulders.

Sam took a moment to enjoy the soft caress of the silk as it rubbed over his skin, the first outfit he'd bought secretly with his part time work landscaping at various people's homes since he was fourteen, rather than risk getting caught taking his mother's clothes for himself. Now that he was sixteen and had his own car he could get away from home and enjoy dressing up someplace other than having to hide away in his room when the rest of his family wasn't around. This was his most ambitious move to date though, dressing up to get around such a public place instead of places like parks where things were semi-private and he wouldn't be so close to others who might realize the truth.

The clothing swap quickly resumed once he got over enjoying the caress of his blouse's silky goodness across his skin, wanting to change that first so if someone did come along they'd think he was just a young girl adjusting her skirt rather than look like a young man seemingly playing with himself in his back seat. White stockings and garter soon replaced his socks and complimented the lace white panties he was already wearing and a matching knee length skirt topped things off. By the time he was done and easing his way out of his car he was quite the modest-looking young lady to anyone who happened to notice him.

Checking to make sure he had both sets of spare keys carefully hidden on himself so he wouldn't get locked out of his car and suffer the embarrassment of requiring help getting back into it he locked it up and setting his purse on his shoulder did his best to walk casually towards the museum's entrance. It pleased him to note that he was managing a proper feminine walk when he found reason to think about it; it had been something he'd practiced a lot so he wouldn't stand out walking like a boy.

Still as he got closer to the entrance and approached some of those already ahead of him he almost turned and ran back to his car, the adrenaline of being seen and so close to others having his heart racing by this point and he was breathing heavily. Only reminding himself it'd make him more obvious and draw more attention did he manage to control the panic enough to smile and nod politely to the vixen that glanced his way. A silent sigh of relief escaped him as she turned away after a cursory exam of his outfit and went inside as the todd with her opened the door for her.

"Please after you," he said to Sam as he looked the boy over with an expression that set the boy to blushing as he knew he was being checked out as a girl and the male apparently liked what he saw.

"Thank you," Sam replied softly and smiled up to the fox, appreciating the offer even if the attention was embarrassing as he wasn't interested in other males just liked the sexy feeling dressing up brought. He always felt kind of plain dressed as a boy.

"Come on Eric I want to check out the Hartman exhibit," the vixen demanded of the todd, the swish of her tail a bit agitated and left Sam wondering if she was actually jealous of the attention he was getting!

"Coming Tabitha," he replied, his attention returning to her as he closed the distance between them and forgot about Sam other than a brief thought about what a shy and innocent girl she looked to be.

The awkward interaction proved a good thing for Sam though, the bit of confidence it brought in dealing with them and not making any glaring mistakes allowed him to calm down and start to enjoy things as he padded about the museum, starting with the exhibits on the ground floor level. The time of day he picked wasn't too crowded so he didn't have to worry about bumping into too many people, although he got several more embarrassing looks from some of the males around and a few probing glances from some of the females but otherwise he didn't think he was producing any reactions not to be expected for a girl. It wasn't until the second level that things went completely out of control.

On the second level the crowding was worse, as many were at the museum for the Hartman exhibit of photography on loan for the month. People occasionally jostled one another as they moved about, everyone trying to see as much as they could and sometimes not too concerned about who they might inconvenience in the process. One of those, a wolf, bounced into Sam with enough force to send him tumbling to the floor with a squeal of surprise.

"Hey! Watch where you're going," came a familiar female voice from behind him that caused Sam's heart to skip a beat. "Here let me help you up," it offered to him as its owner knelt down beside him.

Reacting on reflex he accepted the rabbit's hand as she took hold of it and slipped another behind him, easily helping him back upright and casually brushing the dust off his skirt.

Unlike Sam the young white rabbit was showing all the development one would expect for a sixteen-year-old female, with a bosom that filled out her snug blue tube top with the kind of perfect development one would expect from a cheerleader. The snugness of her slacks revealed the fine tone to her legs as well and the sweet curves of her backside beneath her flicking tail.

"Th-thank you," he managed to stammer out, hoping she wouldn't recognize him but having his hopes dashed when she stared into his eyes once they were level to one another.

"What a minute, Sam? Is that you? What are you doing here and dressed like that?" the rabbit asked as she held him by the shoulders and looked him up and down with a critical eye.

"I, I just wanted to okay, Bernice?" he replied, embarrassed beyond belief that one of his classmates would actually catch him like this, and one of the cheerleaders to make it even worse. School would be even worse once she got back and laughed about it to all her friends.

"Wow! You make a pretty good girl too," she admitted while pushing him back from the exhibit into the more empty space in the hallway. Her blue eyes seemed to have a bit of a gleam in them that left Sam confused, particularly after hearing that compliment from the curvaceous lapine.

"You won't tell anyone will you? Please, I'll do anything!" he pleaded as the thought of his greatest fear becoming reality dominated his thoughts.

"I don't know," she said, taking on a contemplative expression, finally pinning Sam against the wall to the curious glances of some of the passerby. "The cheerleading squad alone would get weeks of fun out of this. We haven't had a good scandal to spread around for months."

"Oh please no not that!" he cried, tears starting to form in his eyes and run down his cheeks.

"Oh stop your crying," she declared, exasperated. Reaching into the pocket of her slacks she pulled out a handkerchief and started wiping up his tears. "I swear you're behaving more like a girl than a girl does."

"I can't help it, I came all the way here so I could dress up and not be seen by anyone," he sobbed while she dried his tears and leaned in close enough to touch noses with him.

"I guess you didn't expect cheerleaders to like museums did you?" she asked rhetorically before giving him a wink. "We aren't all airheads even if we have to pretend to be sometimes."

"I just didn't think anyone from school would drive all the way here is all," he sniffled, tears finally tapering off as the worst of the terror wore off and her behavior was more reassuring and calming than he'd expected.

"Some of us take the bus," she snidely noted then had to move to calm Sam back down as he started looking around nervously again. "I'm the only one here Sam, at least I haven't seen anyone else here. Now relax and come with me," she gently but firmly commanded, taking his hand into hers and lacing the fingers together so he couldn't get away and started leading him down the hallway.

"Wh-where are we going?" he asked, trying to discretely get his hand from hers but failing as she led him along like a pair of close female friends walking hand in hand.

"You'll see," she murred with a wicked smile tugging at her lips that did nothing to reassure and everything to worry.

"Hey we can't go in there!" he squeaked when he saw she was leading him towards the ladies room on that floor and started to drag his heels.

"Come on Sam, or do you want everyone hearing about today?" she threatened. Shaking his head rapidly he promptly stopped resisting and meekly followed her inside.

It wasn't anything like he thought it would be, with wide padded benches and decorated with paintings and other touches. Nothing at all like the cold white walls and lines of urinals that stretched to the floor reducing males to the impression of animals that couldn't hit anything but the floor. It even had a nice pleasing scent to it that was nice and soothing and much needed given his anxiety at being in there.

"Now let's see about getting you cleaned up your eyes are all puffy and red from the crying," she murred sweetly for the benefit of a ferret already inside grooming herself. "He's not worth it," she continued, spinning a range of nonsense to which Sam just nodded and tried not to stare at the ferret, as she was quite pretty and not concerned about casual flashes of her breasts in front of two females. It was such a stream of standard high school drama the ferret quickly tuned it out, finished up her grooming, and padded out with a click of her heels across the tiles.

"Now that she's gone here's the deal: you probably don't know what a pain it is being popular, where your dates tend to be popular guys like jocks who think more about sports and themselves and you're just a token to show off and make out with. They aren't even that good at it, just get what they want and forget about finishing the deal," she explained slowly for his benefit, doubting that Sam had a clue what social complexities went into being popular. Pushing him down onto a bench out of sight of the doorway she sat down next to him keeping him firmly trapped between her and the wall before continuing.

"So what's a cheerleader to do when the only guys she can get socially are jerks and she wants more than playing with herself in her room at night," she said more than asked, her hip pressed up against his and her hand resting on his thigh stroking it lightly with her fingertips. "She takes advantage of a stroke of luck that comes her way to get a guy she can have whatever she wants from."

"W-wait, what do you mean by that?" he stammered, blushing at the intimate contact with the amorous rabbit. He could feel the heat of her breath against his cheek as she leaned in close enough to nibble at his ear and smell the stimulating musk permeating the air around her.

"It means you're my new boyfriend, or is that girlfriend?" she breathed huskily into his ear, giggling a bit at the last little bit she added. Her wandering hand soon coming to rest up against his crotch, pressing his skirt into it as she caressed his maleness through the thin layers of cloth separating it from her fingers. "Or would you rather the whole school know what you do when you aren't at school?" she asked.

"No, please, I, I'll be your boyfriend," he replied, the heat of his blush as much from the thought of what being a cheerleader's boyfriend might mean as it was from his first female contact in his young life in such a boldly intimate fashion.

"Good. Although it's going to be a secret, I've got a reputation to consider after all," she murred sensually into his ear, soft pink tongue flicking out to trace along the rim. "But I'm sure you'll enjoy the perks," she added with a squeeze of his by now stiff shaft right as she said 'perks'.

Sam had no idea how to respond to that beyond the gasp that escaped him at being groped by the more experienced female. He'd heard the talk around the school like everyone heard when it came to the popular people but never thought it anything he'd end up part of. Then again nothing about the day was anything he could have imagined; from bumping into one of the more popular girls in the school to her dragging him into a girl's restroom, feeling him up and declaring he of all people was going to be her new boyfriend.

A fog of teenage hormones was beginning to dominate what passed for his thoughts by this point anyway, the embarrassment from being caught and felt up in a forbidden place giving way to natural male lust for the sexy rabbit as she continued to boldly caress him through his skirt and panties. He'd been suppressing it since he'd first started getting those thoughts about girls after the first attempts to get close to a girl were so harshly rejected, and fearful as he was that it was all a dream he couldn't keep from responding to the reality presented to him.

"Ooooo, I like what my girl's got here, something for a cheerleader to cheer about," she murred, the praise washing Sam in a wave of pride that left him squirming in his corner. Her nimble fingers tugged up the hem of his skirt and slid up beneath it, blunt digging claws leading the way as she worked them inside his panties to rest her palm along his softly throbbing member and fingers curled up beneath his sack. Licking and nuzzling her way from his ear and across his cheek she locked her lips to his, her other hand lacing the fingers in his hair as she kissed him deeply.

Oh but there was no way for Sam to put into words how sweet that kiss tasted! The first he'd received that wasn't from a family member and no matter how odd the circumstances it left him in a euphoric state of being and had him embracing her without thinking, arms snug around her waist and fingers sliding through soft white fur that rivaled the silk he wore for its pleasant touch. It was such a transcendent moment for the young boy he completely forgot where he was, until the door opened with a squeak.

"I don't know, it's just not as good as during his gray period in my opinion," came the husky voice of a matronly badger dressed in elegant casual ware, accompanied by another, younger badger walking along with her. Both were unaware as they entered of the sexual antics going on just a few feet away.

"I still say it's the best work he's done, much better than his more recent work," the younger badger replied as she made her way towards the sink, the older one heading past her towards the bathroom stalls only to stop in her tracks when she saw the pair of from her perspective girls going at it on the bench.

"Really now! If you girls are going to do that at least use a stall," she huffed, hands on hips as she looked reprovingly at the pair.

Sam's skin had flushed crimson from the moment he'd heard the females enter, and his embarrassment only deepened once the badger made it clear she'd seen them and disapproved. He tried to pull away and cover up but Bernice held him tight until the worst of his struggles abated, only then breaking the kiss to toss off a reply to the staring badger pair.

"If it's bothering you so much why are you still standing there watching?" Bernice asked, the young lapine having like many teenagers a drive to confront adults and authority figures and provoke them when she could. It didn't hurt that it kept their attention mainly on her rather than perhaps looking and noticing any non-female features on Sam, as her hand could only conceal things so much at the angle involved.

"What a rude young girl you are!" the badger declared, which simply earned her a rude flip of Bernice's tail and wiggle of her backside that let her surreptitiously move just enough to get her left leg into the position to block the view of Sam's crotch, while he simply tried to hide his face in her bosom and hope they didn't see anything or report them.

"Come on Alice let's go use one of the restrooms on the lower level," the older badger declared even as she took hold of Alice's arm and pulled her towards the door.

"Okay Mom okay," Alice replied, although tossed the two of them a wink and thumbs up before being pulled outside to the displeasure of her mother.

"Stuffy old badger," Bernice said as she turned back to Sam, her hand on his head stroking it soothingly. "Awwww, did the mean old badger scare my girl? Don't you worry I take good care of my girlfriends," she murred to him, looking cute and innocent as she smiled at him and offset that with her fondling him some more and scratching around his ballsac.

"Maybe we should go somewhere else? Someplace private?" Sam suggested, certain there'd be more coming in and they'd get in trouble eventually. He didn't want his parents finding out after some call from the museum about his being lewd in some ladies restroom dressed up like a girl.

"When we've got this great little make-out spot right here?" she teased, resting her nose against his as she gazed into his eyes and slowly stroked him, then giggled a bit as she felt some precum leaking out the tip of his shaft and wetting her palm. "Especially when you're so close to cumming for your new girlfriend."

"Please? I don't want to get into trouble," he whined a little, although whether from the fear or from her continuing to toy with him he wasn't sure.

"Trust me, you're not going to get into trouble, Sam. Girls make out all the time like this, we just don't let it get around otherwise all those horny guys would be trying to find ways in to watch," Bernice told him in a secretive tone followed by a stern look. "Now that's a secret you aren't to tell anyone understand? I'm only telling you because you're a special case and when we're out you'd be seeing it a lot. The most we'd have to worry about is someone politely asking us to leave and be more discrete in the future. So as long as you act the naughty girl you're going to be fine."

"But I'm not a naughty girl," he moaned, eliciting a smirk from the bunny before she began licking at his face and gently squeezed his shaft.

"Certainly feels like you are," she teased, then planted a kiss on his forehead. "I don't want you making a mess in your panties though, that someone would notice. So let's hustle into that far stall," she told him, slipping upright and pulling him along with her, left hand still firmly claiming his manhood.

Given the circumstances Sam wasn't going to complain about moving somewhere more private even if just a stall, awkward as it was walking with Bernice behind him and her hand between his legs firmly holding onto his bits. He could even feel her breasts squishing against his back as she held onto him, her breath hot on his neck as she licked and nibbled at it affectionately.

"Let's get these panties off of you first," she murred into his ear before putting action to voice, tugging his skirt up above his waist so she could more easily link her fingers into his panties and push them down, only to have them catch against his garters on the way down.

"I swear, you don't know anything about being a girl," Bernice declared, exasperated. "Panties go outside the garters so you can take them off when it's time to make out and so you can get them out of the way when you're taking care of business."

"I'm sorry," he apologized even if he wasn't sure why. "I'll remember next time."

"That's okay sweetie, we'll have you a proper girl in no time," she murred before breaking into a fit of giggles and patted his now exposed shaft as it jutted out in front of him with nothing left to restrain it. "Just stand right where you are and I'll take care of it," she ordered before crouching down roughly eye-level with his backside and nimbly unhooked and reattached each garter on the appropriate side, then tugged his panties down around his ankles.

"Oh you've such a cute rump on you too," she declared and gave it a playful squeeze, her hand lingering before it slid around and up between his legs to cup and roll his balls around in her grasp.

"Thanks!" he squeaked out and tried not to fall over, blushing from the praise and knowing his most intimate parts were just inches away from the vibrant and energetic bunny's eyes.

"Lift your foot for me sweetie need to get these panties out of the way," she told him, gently lifting first his right then his left foot and pulling the panties away. Once he was out of them she tucked them into her front pocket on her slacks before standing back up with her hands sliding up along Sam's sides. When she was done she spun him around and grabbed his bare rump and pulled him up tight to her, his shaft caught up between them as she felt it pressing into the material of her slacks.

"I have so wanted to make out like this Sam," she murred huskily into his ear, claws denting the skin of his bare buttocks as she squeezed and spread them within the confines of the restroom stall, nipples prominently standing out against the material of her tube top and prodding at his chest from their hardness. "All hot and heavy with a guy where only girls are supposed to be, where they might guess something's up but never be sure. Doesn't that just turn you on?"

"I-I don't know, m-maybe it's just you," he suggested, having no idea where to put his hands while she knew exactly where she wanted hers at and finally settling on resting them on her hips. Much as part of him wanted to touch her like she was touching him he didn't want to do anything that might break the bubble of the dream he was now in.

"A better compliment than I've gotten from most of my boyfriends," she commented, lips brushing his cheek in another kiss. Sam's breath came faster to her ears as he panted softly, the clean musk the lapine gave off leaving his head swimming and the pressure against his shaft causing him to squirm and grind instinctively into her.

"Down girl, cum on my slacks and you'll be buying me a new pair," she murred, tail flicking about as she pulled him far enough away that he was left jerking at empty air. Looking down she noticed a few drops staining the front of her slacks and gave his rump a pinch. "If those don't come out our next date's going to be shopping in the mall," she told him after pointing out the spots that were slowly expanding as they soaked into the material.

"I'm sorry, I can't help it!" he gasped, then lowered his voice as someone else came into the rest room and took the stall next to them. Shivering with embarrassment and arousal he tried to not make a sound but couldn't keep all noises silenced from the amorous behavior on Bernice's part.

"Turn around slowly Samantha," she whispered into his ear, causing him to blush at the feminizing of his name. It wasn't easy with her still so close and the stall even being built for large species only had so much room available but he managed it as quickly and quietly as he could. Anything to keep the sexually aggressive bunny happy so she wouldn't out him or stop with the attention he had been so starved for.

"Good girl, now lean forward and brace yourself against the back of the stall sweetie," she told him, still whispering. Doing his best to comply he wasn't sure what she wanted until she reached around him and started stroking him once again, her loins pressed up against his backside and breasts to his back as she covered him. He could hear others entering and taking care of their intimate needs while the lapine's hand slid up and down along his hard shaft.

Bernice didn't seem to be in any hurry, the cheerleader savoring the feeling of power of being in charge without the threats she had to deal with at school; wondering who would move up socially and push her down or go from trusted friend to backstabbing enemy. Here she had someone who wasn't a threat and wouldn't think to betray her, at least as long as she treated him decently and she wasn't anywhere near as bad as her socially acceptable 'friends'. At some level he also appealed to her in a cute, helpless kind of way from the moment she first saw him and realized who he was.

"Ready to cum for me sweetie?" she eventually whispered to him, her muzzle fur tickling his neck as she looked over his shoulder to watch her hand sliding along his length, her other hand holding his skirt up out of the way. The bowl of the toilet right beneath him as she kept the tip of his erection aimed into as she picked up the pace.

Afraid he wouldn't be able to keep from making a noise that'd draw the attention of whoever was still outside or beside them Sam simply nodded his head and clenched his jaws tightly shut. He couldn't take his eyes off her white-furred hand as it moved faster and faster along his shaft, the only hand other than his own to be doing that, almost mesmerized by the thought that someone else was pleasuring him for a change.

It didn't last long though with her not holding back anymore, the mix of teenage male hormones and female attention causing him to tense up enough to almost break his fingernails off against the back wall from trying to clutch at it as he climaxed. Each spurt as she milked him arcing through the air to splash into the water as they watched, till all that was left was what dripped from the tip and soaked into the fur along the backs of her fingers.

"Good job sweetie, that was so good of you cumming for me like that," she murred softly into his ear. Her grasp remained firm as she held onto him until she could feel him softening and shrinking in her grasp. Once he was done she gave him a friendly pat and worked the tip to get him clean before releasing his skirt and letting it fall back down to his knees. "Mmmm and so tasty," she added as she licked her fingers clean, tongue flicking sensually over her digits as Sam watched purely to tease and please her new boyfriend.

"Thanks...?" he whispered back once he could speak again, not sure what to make of a compliment like that. At least he was covered from down below again and wasn't sporting an obvious erection. "Uhm, may I have my panties back now?"

"Sorry sweetie I'm taking them home with me, a little token of today I'm going to tuck into my memory chest," she told him while she stroked his skirt down and got him looking adorable again.

"But, but I can't go outside without panties!" he gasped out, causing one of the girls outside to ask if something was wrong and Bernice moving quickly to reassure her nothing was wrong.

"Girls do it all the time. If they didn't have panties built into the skirts half the girls on the cheerleading squad would end up flashing the crowds because they forgot to wear them," she shockingly informed him. Seeing his surprise she stifled a giggle and pulled him up close so she could rub her bosom to his chest. "Me included. You aren't planning on bending over or otherwise flashing anyone your goods when we leave here are you?"

"Of course not! But what if someone knocked me down again or I fell like earlier?" he asked. "Or what if I get, you know, naughty again?"

"You'll just have to think good thoughts then won't you?" Bernice couldn't resist teasing. "Don't worry sweetie nothing's going to happen, we'll leave together and I'll make sure it all goes okay. In the meantime you're going to get a little treat for being such a good girl."

"A treat? What kind of treat?" he asked before realizing given the situation it'd probably be something less than innocent. He was right.

"Why a taste of cheerleader of course," she told him while pushing him down onto the toilet seat, bringing his head down to crotch level and providing him a clear view as she began to unzip her slacks and peal them slowly open. A consummate tease with a flair for performing that made her so exceptional as a cheerleader allowed Bernice to make even such a simple act a four-star performance for her sole audience member.

Sam's eyes were glued to the few square inches that made up Bernice's nether regions, not even blinking as the soft white expanse of her tummyfur gave way to the beginnings of her feminine mound. Pictures in health class and the few adult magazines he'd managed to find had nothing on the reality of her hooded clitoris coming into view and the crease of her snug labia leading down from it into the unrevealed depths of her slacks.

"Like the view so far?" she asked, not expecting any reply from the rapt attention Sam was paying to her loins. With no panties to get in the way he was soon free to see it all once she was fully unzipped and her slacks rolled down her hips and to her knees. Tracing the fingertips of her right hand over her almost hidden slit as the fur almost seemed to merge together she gathered up some of the dampness that had beaded it from her earlier arousal playing with Sam and reached to trace it over his nose and down onto his lips.

"Don't say anything just enjoy sweetie, it's all for you," she told him, although he didn't look much able to speak as it was with her smell and taste now so dominating his senses. Drawing her fingers across her sex again she spread her petals a little wider this time, and painted a little more across his face, brushing it between his lips. Each time she spread things to give him more of a look see and played around painting her initials onto his cheeks and letting him lick some of her juices from her fingertips.

It was almost too much for Sam to take in by this point, one shock after the other, some terrifying some unbelievably wonderful like the one he was getting right now. There was a sweet perfection to the way her inner folds crinkled before his eyes, with her pink pearl extending into view to captivate her new boyfriend's gaze as she shamelessly presented herself to him. When she reached to slide her still-damp fingers through his hair she had no problems pulling his face to her crotch, his nose butting up against her clit and drawing a sharp hiss from her due to the contact.

"Lick me sweetie, lick me good," she panted out, not worried about anyone caring about her getting it on with what they'd assume was another girl. "Just be gentle and don't worry about having to do a great job I know you're new to this," she told him, stroking her scent into his hair while she caressed his head and steadied herself by resting her other hand on his shoulder.

Even if he could have said something he wouldn't have known what to say to that, other than perhaps thank her for the thought. Even with all the crude talk he'd heard about what Bernice expected of him the taste of her she'd given him first had prepared him well enough for it, even left him looking forward to gaining it first-hand from the source. The taste of strawberries even lingered on his tongue as he tentatively licked at her damp folds, probing and exploring the unexpected bounty before him.

It was slick and hot and the taste so delightful and stimulating he forgot all about the others separated from him and Bernice by a few inches of sheet metal, tongue sliding as deep as he could get it into her tight hole. A soft throaty murr soon reverberated within the confines of the stall as Sam's unskilled but enthusiastic chasing after her taste provided her with all the stimulation she needed. The rapid darting of his tongue into her also rubbed his nose up and down beneath and against her clit and giving her little spikes of pleasure to edge up the gradually building force within her towards its natural peak.

Remembering how she fondled his backside earlier Sam brushed his hands up the sides of Bernice's legs, ruffling the fur up before reaching back to pet and stroke at her well-toned yet nicely padded derriere. With each little squeeze to her backside she clutched at the back of his head and ground herself against his face, giving it a thicker coating of her juices while he tried to keep up with the flow. It wasn't always easy to breathe at times when she buried his nose inside of her, and he'd lost track for the moment as to what anything else smelled like with the musk of teenage lapine lust blocking out anything else.

"Ooooo, not bad for a first timer sweetie," she panted out, claws digging into his shoulder. "Take your bunny the rest of the way and give all the listen-loos something worth hearing,"

Being reminded that there were other ears listening to things (and perhaps eyes as well trying to peek in) almost derailed his enthusiasm, but between her still grinding lustily away at his face and realizing it wasn't like it mattered at this point anyway he managed to keep going without more than a brief drop in energy. Maybe more than just her juices were rubbing off on him and some of her exhibitionism was as well, where a nobody like himself could be seen making out with a hot cheerleader at her insistence rather than his own. A nobody's fantasy made reality to a degree, even if whoever was listening outside the door wouldn't know him as anything but another girl.

Time swiftly ran its course once she drew his mouth up to delight in the swirl of his tongue across her throbbing clit, his eagerness to explore that forbidden pearl and its home just enough to bring her to squealing release. Clutching at his head and shoulder she let that familiar pleasure wash over her, the sounds of her obvious orgasm causing more than a few smirks and whispered comments just outside their stall's door. When she'd recovered enough to release him she leaned back against the door with a small thud and gave Sam a lazy, satisfied grin.

"Maybe you won't need that much practice to be perfect after all girlfriend," she told him, then sighed loudly. "But not today, we should get cleaned up and get something to eat before going home," she said as much for the listeners outside as for his benefit.

"O-okay," he agreed, really needing the break and time to adjust to the new reality of things. It was all so overwhelming and sitting in a ladies restroom with his face covered in the juices of one of the more popular cheerleaders at school wasn't going to made for swift assimilation of things.

"Come here and help me get wiped up then," she snapped off to him like she would a command to one of the other cheerleaders during practice, pulling some tissues off the roll to start wiping up the worst of the mess soaked into her crotch fur. "I'm glad I keep this trimmed, it'd be ten times worse cleaning up if I didn't," she casually noted as he hesitantly joined in.

Being the recipient of such intimate secrets wasn't anything he expected, at least what passed for friends at school certainly never served up anything like the bunny had been doing. Just something else in the long list of things to try and understand; he still hadn't even really grasped that even if no one else would know about it that he had a girlfriend now, a bizarre boyfriend/girlfriend relationship but still it was there. When she was finally cleaned up to her satisfaction she pulled up first her slacks and zipped them up then pulled Sam up and holding him still by his shoulders started licking his face clean, ears curling in amusement at his reaction.

"What? Surprised I like how I taste?" she asked between licks, cleaning his neck and throat at first, working her way up his face. "You liked it why shouldn't I?" she pointed out simply, then smirked as she heard some tittering outside. Like they'd be lucky enough to get a taste and probably everyone listening had tasted herself at some point.

"Well that's the worst of it, we'll have to go outside and finish cleaning up at the sinks Samantha," she said loudly enough to motivate at least some of the listeners to leave before they came out. Blushing Sam nodded, bright enough to realize there were still people outside and some at least waiting just to see who'd been so brazen as to make out in a public restroom. He didn't want to but couldn't stay in the stall indefinitely, and couldn't escape the watching eyes when they came out.

Sam nearly turned around and ran back into the stall when they came out though, a half-dozen girls of different ages waiting and actually clapping when they came out. A couple even whistled, leaving him mortified and Bernice simply lapping it up like any cheerleader receiving the applause of an admiring crowd.

"Thanks but tone it down my girlfriend here is still on the shy side," she told the small crowd, pointedly taking Sam's hand into hers and leaning over to kiss him on the cheek.

"You girls come here often?" asked a 20something ferret clearly interested in the pair just from what she'd heard and could now see. She couldn't even keep her tail still in spite of how many complaints she got from the other girls she hit with it.

"Why do you want to know?" Bernice tossed back, although she could tell why easily enough. Even Sam could in spite of never having been the recipient of such naked interest before.

"I'd love to meet up with you two sometime; you sounded so hot would love to join in," she bluntly told them to the headshakes of the other ladies at her crudeness. "Here, take my number give me a call if you'd like to spice things up more, I'm Jessica btw," she continued on, taking and pressing a card into Sam's hand and closing his fingers around it.

"If we're ever in the mood we'll let you know," Bernice told the over-eager ferret, then pushed through the girls to tuck Sam protectively against a corner in front of the sinks and taking up a position between him and the others. "Now you've all had your show for the day so shoo we're going to get cleaned up now," she told them sternly, glaring so heatedly that even the mature vixen who'd been checking them out backed down and filed out along with the rest. The ferret was the last to go and only after another shooing motion on Bernice's part.

"See? What'd I tell you? This kind of thing happens all the time in here," she reassured him after first checking to be sure the stalls were all empty.

"Are, are we going to be doing this a lot?" Sam shyly asked, of mixed feelings about the thought of doing it again with others around and listening in.

"Not enough you're going to get a reputation as a slutty girl," Bernice said, rather than give a yes or no response to his question. "We'll have to pick you out some fresh and more upbeat outfits suitable for showing off what a sexy girl you are soon, how much do you have we can spend to outfit you properly?" she asked while washing away with some paper towels what she hadn't been able to lick from Sam's face and her stomach fur.

"I've some savings but I can't go spending it all on clothes, my Mom and Dad watch my account so I don't spend my money irresponsibly," he explained, rather than lie to her about not having anything he could spend.

"Hmmm, well we're going to have to get you at least one new outfit and a padded bra, a modest A-cup I think, to help sell your feminine look," Bernice said as the bunny regarded him critically, eyeballing him with a skilled female eye to measure him silently and work out what she felt would look best upon him.

"If you think I should Bernice," Sam said, then meeped and jumped when she swatted him on the backside.

"Need to practice with some terms of endearment rather than call me by my first name all the time," Bernice suggested. "You like being my sweetie right?"

"Oh yes!" he declared then blushed at his enthusiasm and the smirk it earned him from the bunny.

"There you go, something to think about for our first date," she suggested, tossing the rest of her wet hand towels into the disposal and giving his hair and her fur a final brushing out.

"Okay got you all cleaned up now we're going to walk out to your car nice and calmly, find some nice fast food place to eat up and exchange cell numbers and e-mail addresses and work out when we're getting together next." Sam blushed a bit but nodded, enjoying her slipping her arm around his waist and pulling him to her side in a casual bit of intimacy that he responded with by doing the same with her. Smiling once he did that she tilted her head over and rubbed it against his shoulder. "We are going to have so much fun you and I, girlfriend!"