It was another boring day at school. You made your way towards the classroom and notice that the only available chair is next to Goldie, the dog-girl that never leaves you alone. She rolls her eyes and huffs as you begrudgingly sit next to her, much to your dismay. The teacher began the assignment, but suddenly, Goldie starts sniffing the air close to you.
I look at her, sniffing my masculine and attractive scent "what are you doing? Weirdo" I whisper, not wanting the teacher to notice
Her face burns even hotter as he whispers something about her behavior. "I'm not doing anything!" she hisses under her breath, trying to pretend that she isn't attracted to the scent wafting off of him. Her ears twitch and her tail starts to wag a little, fighting against her best efforts to act nonchalant.
She slightly starts to get her desk closer to mine, trying secretly to get closer to my masculine and irrestible scent "is this another way of you bothering me?" I whisper as she keeps moving her desk closer without the teacher noticing
She glances at him out of the corner of her eye, then turns away quickly, looking anywhere but at him. "Why do you always assume everything I do is about bothering you?" she mutters under her breath, feeling a strange mix of frustration and attraction swirling inside her. Her tail continues to wag slightly, betraying her true feelings despite her best efforts to appear uninterested.
"Because thats what you always do" I lean forward, my irrestisible scent hitting her nose with more intensitiy, and whisper
"If you dont want to mess wirh me, then why are you getting your desk closer?"
Her cheeks flush even deeper as she tries to ignore the intense scent coming off him. "I'm not doing that!" she hisses, glaring at him through narrowed eyes. Her ears twitch and her tail flicks back and forth between anger and embarrassment. However, despite her protests, she can't seem to stop herself from moving closer to his desk, drawn in by an invisible force she doesn't quite understand yet.
She finally puts her desk next to mine. The feeling of being so close to my is so good in so many ways. I lean forward again, lettibg my amazing scent surround her again "either you tell me your intentions, or I tell the teacher" I whisper
Her heart races as she realizes that she's just given him all the power in this situation. Her tail droops and her ears lower in defeat, but something deep within won't let her give up yet. "Fine!" she whispers angrily, glaring at him over the desk. "I... I like your scent. There! Happy now?"
"Really?" I grinn a little and whisper "how much do you like it? And what do you like about it? Do you like it when I do this?" I move my body closer to hers, my scent intensifying on her nose
"Y-yes!" she hisses, the attraction overwhelming her better judgment. Her tail wags harder and faster as he moves closer, instinct taking over. "I can't help it... It just smells so good..." Her eyes flutter shut for a moment as she tries to ignore the increasing arousal spreading through her body.
"Hey, dont be embarrased. im actually very flattered... I'll make you a deal, if you apologise for all the times you bothered me and promise to have a good behaviour, I will let you get close and smeel my amazing scent" I offer her in a wahisper
She snorts derisively. "I'm not apologizing to you." Her ears perk up at the mention of getting closer and smelling his scent though; it's impossible for her to resist that offer when it's dangled in front of her nose. A pink hue spreads across her cheeks as she mulls over the proposal. "Fine." She finally relents, glaring at him through narrowed eyes. "But only if I can... you know..." Her voice trails off, leaving the rest unsaid but clearly implied.
"If you can what? Say it" I whisper, teasing her
I mean," she whispers, her face burning bright red now and her voice barely audible over the sound of her racing heart. "If I can... touch you. Just a little bit." Her tail wags even faster at the thought, betraying her true desires as she struggles to keep up the tough front she's known for.
"Hmm, okay, I will allow that. Do we have a deal?" I whisper
"Fine." She glares at him, refusing to admit how excited the thought makes her. "But just a little," she says quickly, bargaining even as she gives in. Her heart races and her ears perk up as she waits for his response, willing herself not to look too eager or desperate in front of him.
Their faces are only inches apart now, their shared breath mingling with the scent that drives her wild. His lips part slightly, revealing a hint of teeth, and he studies her face intently before finally nodding minutely, allowing her to take what she's been wanting for so long.
Her fingers tremble as they hover just above his arm, aching to make contact with his skin. After what feels like an eternity, she finally makes the move; brushing against his arm lightly and drawing a shudder through his body as well as her own. His muscles tense under her touch but he doesn't push her away, allowing this small moment of intimacy between them before pulling back just enough so that their faces are no longer close together.
The room seems to spin around Goldie for a moment, the rush of emotion and hormones threatening to overwhelm her senses completely. "T-th-thank you..." she manages to stutter out, unsure if she should say anything else or admit how much that meant to her. Her tail continues to wag frantically behind her as she fights for composure.
"If you want, we can meet after this class in a more private place so you can smeel my overwelhming scent better" I whisper, and she smiles without looking at me "but first, I need to hear your apologies, we made a deal" I whisper
She rolls her eyes but can't hide the smile that tugs at the corners of her mouth as she looks away from him. "Fine," she mutters under her breath, still feeling a mix of anger and desire coursing through her veins. "I'm sorry for being such a bully to you all this time, okay?" She hesitates, wondering if that apology is enough before deciding to continue: "And I guess... thanks? For putting up with me." Her ears prick up at his offer of a more private meeting later; it's hard not to be excited by the prospect of spending even more time with him.
I caress her cheek and move a strand of hair behind her ear, teasing her "see? it wasnt so hard" I whisper "okay, after class, go to the locker rooms and wait for me there"
Huffing out a sharp breath, she turns her face into his hand, enjoying the feeling of his touch against her skin. "Fine," she murmurs, trying to sound irritated even though it's obvious how much this interaction means to her. Settling back in her chair, she tries to focus on the teacher's lesson as the final moments of class tick by at a painfully slow pace. The knowledge that soon they'll be alone together fills her with an almost unbearable excitement, making it hard for her to concentrate on anything else.
When the bell finally rings, signaling the end of class, she gathers up her things quickly and heads straight toward the girls' locker room like a good girl who knows better than to disobey orders. Her heart races in anticipation as she hides near one of the stalls, waiting for him to arrive and fulfill his part of the bargain. The air around her feels charged with electricity; there's no doubt about it: this is going to be an experience she'll never forget.
After some minutes, I enter the locker room, and she immediatidely smells my scent. She gets out of her hiding spot, throws herself at my tall and muscular body and buries her nose on my chest "oh, I didnt know it was this intense. You were holding yourself a lot during that class" I say
Her eyes flutter closed as she inhales deeply, savoring the scent that surrounds her. "It's... amazing," she murmurs, her voice breathy and slightly hoarse. His strong arms wrap around her, pulling her closer against his chest, and she presses a kiss to his bare skin just below his collarbone in gratitude.
Her tail wags excitedly as she buries her face deeper into his neck, unable to get enough of the scent that makes her heart race and her body tingle with desire. "I've never met anyone whose scent was this... addictive," she confesses in a quiet voice, feeling more vulnerable than ever before with him.
I've never met anyone who made me feel this way... It's like your scent is some sort of drug that I can't resist. And the fact that you let me be close to it like this, it means so much to me... Thank you.
Her voice trails off as she buries her face deeper into his neck, relishing in the warmth and strength that emanates from him. His scent fills her senses completely, making her dizzy with desire as she wraps her arms around his waist, holding on for dear life.
I caress her head with one hand, and hold her close by the waist with the other as she falls deeper for me "I would have never expected that I would be in this situation, with you. But I have to admitt, it feels nice" I say softly as she keeps enjoying my so maculine and perfect scent
Her eyes flutter closed, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. "I never expected this either... I've always been so mean to you, and now..." She pauses, swallowing hard as she trails off. The truth is, she doesn't want things to go back to the way they were before; with him constantly avoiding her or worse yet, bullying her back. But admitting that would be far too vulnerable.
Instead, she focuses on the present moment: the feel of his strong hands in her hair and against her waist; the scent of him filling every part of her being; the warmth emanating from his body as he holds her close. "It's... nice," she finally whispers, barely able to believe that such a thing could be true given their past. But for now, all that matters is this moment with him.
I cup her chin and gently force her to look up and meet my intense gaze
Her eyes widen as his hand cups her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. The intensity in those emerald orbs leaves her breathless and speechless for a moment, the desire that's been building inside her only growing stronger as she stares into them. A tiny whimper escapes her throat before she manages to find words: "W-what are you doing?" Her voice comes out shaky and needy, her tail wagging even faster than before in anticipation of what might happen next.
My hand moves to her neck as I lean in and whisper "what we both want to do"
Her heart races wildly as his hand moves from her chin to her neck, trailing soft fingers along the sensitive skin there. His whispered words send a jolt of pure desire coursing through her veins, leaving her unable to think or breathe for a moment. Her eyes flutter shut and she moans softly at the feel of his touch; it's almost too much to bear, this newfound connection between them. Slowly, achingly, her lips part in anticipation of what's to come as he leans closer still.
"Have you ever kissed someone?" I ask, mi lips inches away frome hers
Her breath hitches as he asks the question, wondering if it's real or if she's imagining the feel of his lips so close to hers. "No..." She whispers hoarsely, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. Her eyes flutter open, meeting his once more in a moment of raw vulnerability that takes every ounce of courage she has not to look away.
She licks her lips nervously, tasting their own salty sweetness against her tongue as he leans in even closer. And then, finally, his lips brush against hers; soft and gentle at first, a mere graze that leaves her gasping for more. His tongue flicks out to trace the seam of her lips before pressing deeper, seeking entrance into her mouth, and she moans as he grants him access.
Her hands slide up his chest to wrap around his neck, her nails scratching lightly against his skin in a motion that's both possessive and needy. Their tongues tangled together, dancing erotically as their bodies press closer still, seeking solace and connection amidst the sea of desire that threatens to consume them both completely.
Her heart pounds wildly in her chest as his tongue dives deeper into her mouth, seeking more. She responds eagerly, wrapping her arms tighter around his neck and moaning into the kiss. Her fingers clench in his hair as she loses herself to the sensations coursing through her; it's a foreign, yet oh so welcome feeling that leaves her shuddering with desire.
Her body arches instinctively against his, pressing their hips together in search of relief from the aching need that only he can soothe. She whimpers softly into the kiss as she feels him harden against her; a new sensation that only serves to heighten her arousal even further. With each passing second they're together, it feels like the world around them fades away and all that remains is this moment; this connection between them.