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Thad presses me against the shelf, carful of my wings, practically trying to devour my throat with his kisses. His hands slide under my panties, and I whine because his fingers are actually kinda cold. He begins to steadily pump them in and out, and I gasp in succession.
He raises his head, and I smile, kissing him. I push him down, and his tongue replaces his fingers. I whimper as he eats me out, tongue curling and going deeper. My eyes close, and I knock his hat off to grip at his hair.
“God, you’re so good at this,” I whisper.
“Thanks, Zi,” he says, voice muffled.
He pauses for a second to pull my underwear down, and I lift up my hoodie a bit. His tongue goes deeper, and I shiver. He whines as my hands tighten on his hair, and I rub around his ears. His tail wags nonstop.
“Good boy,” I murmur. “Good, good boy.”
He moans, and I do, too. Eventually, my body shudders violently, and I cum in his mouth. I slump to the ground, and he manages to grab some tissues from his bag. I would help him out, but God, I’m exhausted. I close my eyes for a second while he cleans the floor. A few seconds later, he rests his head on my lap, and I scratch between his Doberman ears. His tail waves slowly, and I feel a tiny smile.
“Good boy,” I say again. “You did very well.”
“Thanks.” He yawns, tail picking up speed before settling again. “Is lunch still happening?”
I shrug. “Dunno. If you’re hungry, you don’t have to wait for me.”
“It’s more fun to eat with you, though,” he says, looking up at me. “C’mon.”
I stare at him. Last time we ate together, that stupid cheerleader Lizzy took offense and dumped milk on me. I don’t even know why, it’s not like the two are dating. She used to date Viola, didn’t she?
Yeah, I remember. The two of them were insufferable. At least V managed to leave before it got bad.
I yawn, my jaw cracking, and Thad pulls me to my feet. I pull my panties back up, and he leaves the janitor’s closet first. I wait a few minutes, then head out after him. We chat about video games and anime on the walk to the cafeteria when I see someone.
Isn’t that the guy V’s brought to the café a few times? What was his name, Nathan? Nathaniel? No, it’s Nate.
Didn’t I…..oh. Yeah.
Whoops.
Kinda wish I hadn’t done that now, but what was I supposed to think? I hand bent over to pick up my phone, and he was staring right at my ass. Whatever, I already apologized.
I take a seat next to V, and she tilts her head at me but stays quiet. Her ears go down, and her tail curls around her waist. She shoots a glance at Lizzy, who has an arm around Nate, and pouts.
“How’s your day been?” I ask.
“Fine,” she says, adjusting her glasses. “Yours?”
“Great,” I say.
“I bet. It’s a bit…..noticeable.” She bites her lip and plays with her food, eventually going for a berry. She forks another one and feeds it to me, and I smile a little. “I wish she’d leave Nate alone. I don’t know what her plan is, but I don’t like it.”
“Why not?” I cock my head, an ear twitching.
V sighs and shrugs. “This is Lizzy we’re talking about. When does she ever have a good plan?”
I open my mouth, about to say “Maybe when she broke up with you,” but stop. The last thing I want to do is make my coworker sad, especially not during the middle of lunch. Not to mention, how absolutely wild that would be coming from me.
Lunch finishes up, and we head to our next classes. V nods to me before she disappears behind the door, and I give her a peace-sign. Thad pats the seat beside him, and I sit down. Not even five minutes later, I feel someone yank my hair. Lizzy’s not in this class, so it has to be another of her little cheer friends. I don’t bother to check because it doesn’t matter, or it doesn’t until a much harsher tug snaps my head back.
I turn, and Rebecca waves mockingly. I bite the air, and she grimaces and rolls her eyes.
“Asshole,” I mumble.
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“Did you ever have to deal with bullies when you were in high school?” I ask as I sit down at the bar.
June cocks her head and puts the glass down. “No, no one thought that was a good idea. Are they bothering you?”
“Yep. Any ideas?” I point to one of the bottles, and she grabs it and pours me some grape soda. “Nothing violent.”
She drums her fingers on the counter and shakes her head. “I’m not the right person to ask. Sorry, kid.”
I groan and sip the soda, staring at it. Why bother? This is my last year, and I never have to see them again. I can wait.