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Cassandra Hall was the oldest girl, and student, in the senior class. The school was kinda small and only taught middle and high school classes. They had about six hundred students enrolled on any given year. Cassandra, or Cassie as she seemed to prefer, had either been held back once or she flunked a year in grade school. No one really knew, but she was 20 years old when everyone else in her class was 18 or 19.

She was a tall and slender vixen, but had a gentle curve to her hips and bust that left her swaying an hourglass up and down every hallway. They didn't have school uniforms, but they did have a dress code, and Cassie pushed it to its limits everyday. Whatever she could get away with she'd wear it.

Today, she was wearing a black skirt that measured down her thigh to the exact limit of the allowed length. Underneath it was a pair of sheer grey stockings with comfortable loafers. Her waistline was as low as it could ride and every time she bent over you could see the straps of her thong riding up over the hem of her skirt where they bit into her fur to cling against the curvature of her hips and handles.

The white blouse met the guidelines, but she left a button undone at the very bottom and very top. Her bust was ample enough to fill her blouse out completely and stress the buttons. The faculty couldn't scold her for having a larger bust, so they never went out of their way to do much more than frown if Cassie ever wore something tight fitting. Or, more likely they tried their best to temper her, and gave up after Cassie learned how to ride the line between legal and expulsion.

Cassandra Hall was, definitively, the hottest girl in school!

Today had been a great day. Phil had managed to sneak peeks at Cassie all day without being called out on it by any of his friends. She just happened to be in all the right places that day. During lunch he'd even been able to gawk at her butt when she bent over to use the short water fountain in the cafeteria. The back of her blouse had rode up and he saw she had on a green thong today. The strap running up her crack was narrow like a shoelace and stopped at a metal ring where the side straps also connected. It looked like there was a tiny metal tassel dangling off the ring, too, like some kind of racey decoration.

Phil was just a lowly freshman, but ever since moving to the high school wing of the school he'd been in heaven with all the older girls, and especially Cassie, to look at. The fact that both he and her were foxes only strengthened his attraction to the older girl. He had only one class left for the day, which was math. He hated it and it wasn't a subject he was much good at. He much preferred history or science, assuming the science didn't have any math in it.

The bell rang and he and his class filed out of the gymnasium where'd been playing shirts versus furs basketball. Phil was able to avoid being accosted by assholes on his way to his locker. The usual suspects must have been distracted by someone else.

Mrs. Weatherby, who taught math to the high schoolers, was a good teacher. Phil just wasn't any good at math. The todd found his seat and as the class waited for Mrs Weatherby to start her lessons he, and every other boy in the room, noticed Cassandra Hall in the flesh saunter in through the door.

"Ms Hall, just go sit over there while I start everyone on their assignments." Mrs Weatherby said and then directed, or tried to at least, everyone's attention to her. Class started as normal initially until their teacher explained that with Cassie being a senior she had a different class schedule. She'd finished all her math courses and had an open hour in her class schedule. She'd been asked, and then had agreed, to sit in their classroom as a teaching assistant. Believe it or not, the school's AAA hot chick was also gifted with a calculator for a brain. Or, so some of his teachers would say, including Mrs Weatherby.

"Ok, so for today I want you all to turned to page 345 in your books and you'll do the problems there. When you finish that, if you can, you can go ahead and start working on the homework for today. If you need help raise your hand and me or Ms Hall will come to your desk." Mrs Weatherby explained, after a lengthy explanation of their day's work. His heart was beating so hard.

Phil always had questions to ask! Math sucked, he sucked at it, and he knew he'd suck at it today without even needing to lie about it. Cassie fucking Hall was going to help him with his math work. Oh My God. It was so difficult just keeping the smile off his face as he, along with the rest of his class, began their work.

Marty was the first hand to go up and he didn't even wait five minutes. The jealousy Phil was feeling as Cassie hovered over Marty's desk and pointed at his classmate's textbook was... intense. Phil found he was distracted, and was struggling with things he didn't think he should have struggled much with. He kept waiting for the gotcha moment when he'd have to ask for help, but then found himself fat fingering the buttons on his calculator. His nerves were causing his brain to meltdown.

Finally, after reaching about a third of the way through the page, he raised his hand, and it was Mrs Weatherby that helped him get back on track. Disappointment!

"Oh, and I graded your review tests!" Mrs Weatherby suddenly announced a few minutes after she'd finished helping Phillip, like she'd clearly forgotten all about it. "Cassie, can you pass them out? They're in the pink tray on the shelf behind my desk."

Mrs Weatherby had been helping Cindy at her desk while Cassie had been idling stalking the classroom, but never near enough to Phil for a close up view. A few minutes later Cassie was going and handing out the tests, occasionally calling out a name for those she didn't know by face off hand. They were in alphabetical order so Phil would be one of the last to get their tests back.

The younger fox was both excited for Cassie to come to his desk, but also kinda dreading it. The entire month had been awful for his grades and that review test was going to confirm to him that he was doing worse than he was at the start of the year.

"Phillip?" The vixen's voice sang his name. Well, didn't sing it, but he liked to think his name sounded nice when she said it. He watched, ears alert at the call of his name, as she panned her eyes about the room for her target.

"Here! Me." He said and stuck his hand up awkwardly. No one paid him much attention, but Cassie swayed her way over to him and handed him his test without comment. The stapled collection of three sheets of computer paper was covered in red marks with a nice swift "64" emblazoned on the front sheet. He flipped through it and stifled his groan. It was awful and his mother was going to kill him. She'd already threatened to send him off to some tutoring school in town. He did not want to do that!

Cassandra wandered off to finish handing out the tests. In her place was left a feeling of dread that hung heavily about him. Eventually, to lift his spirits, he did hit a roadblock that got him to raise his hand. He'd expected Mrs Weatherby, since he thought that she was behind him, but in the corner of his eye saw her moving about at the other end of the room.

Suddenly, filling his field of view as he turned his head was the black and grey of Cassie's skirt and stockings. He glanced up from her crotch to spot the narrow band of exposed midriff that revealed her white fur and fit tummy. His eyes went up and their gazes met somewhere above her cleavage.

"What's the problem?" She asked and she turned her attention away from him and to his textbook. Phil pretended to be as cool as a cucumber as he fumbled his way through showing her his issue. He felt her weight descend onto the back of his desk where her hand was now resting. Her perfume washed over him as she leaned forward and with a free hand she touched his notebook and drug her fingertip down his chicken scratch work.

"You messed up here." She said, and slowly, and patiently, she explained to him the level of his mathematical fuck up. He tried to replicate some of what she was explaining with his calculator, but she touched his hand (his hand!!!) and pushed the calculator away to explain a different way he can figure it out without a tool. She was so smart, Phil swooned like a fool!

"Ok, now try all that with the next one, alright?" She said and stood up. He told her ok, and she wandered off leaving the scent of perfume in the air instead of a feeling of dread. He felt so much better now! But that didn't make the rest of his work any easier!

He finished his in class assignment before the bell rang. He'd done ok. Mrs Weatherby did help him once more after Cassie had, but he thought he'd gotten it more or less figured out. He still had his homework to do, but he could blow it off until later.

The bus ride home was same old, the ass chewing he got from his mother left his ears glued to his scalp, and by the time he'd settled down, hours later after school had let out, to do his homework he'd forgotten the stuff Cassie had told him. He pulled out his calculator and went about his work as best as he could.

His mother had, during her verbal rampage, threatened again to end him off to after school tutoring. He dreaded that more and more, and the next day was just another notch in the belt for bad days. Phil got shoved 'accidentally' into his locker once, jammed his finger while playing basketball, they served spinach and english peas at lunch, and then he found out he basically got a repeat of his review test grade on his homework. 65 out of a 100. He'd fucked up a bunch of things. He'd done really good in class before, but that was with Cassie helping him with her advice.

His mother ended up calling the school. There was a long conversation going on about him and he didn't stick around to overhear it. It was uncomfortable to listen to and his dad was there listening to it in the living room, too. Phillip just wanted to avoid the whole thing. His grades were shit, his life was subpar, and now his home life was going to SUCK. He didn't want to do after school tutoring.

He went outside and went for a bike ride. Anything that could take his mind off the grim situation he was in. If he could get his grades up them maybe his mom would stop grinding the axe on him. But how would he do that without tutoring? He could study harder, but he tried that and the math just wasn't coming to him! He fucking hated math.

The idea of asking Cassie to help him with his work popped into his head. He blushed and gave up on that idea. That'd never happen. She was Mrs Weatherby's teaching assistant right now, yeah, but outside of class Cassie was untouchable. She had her little clique of friends and the adoration of every guy in school. The vixen, best as he knew, never had a boyfriend, which kept every man nipping at her ankles looking and praying for attention. And at chance of being 'her man'.

There was a rumor that she handed out BJs to guys she wanted favors from, but he'd never found out who was getting those BJs or what they had to do to get one. Not that Phil would have had the courage to ask her for head! No, he was a coward. And he'd get his ass shoved and locked into his locker if certain other guys saw him try to talk to her outside of class.

She wouldn't help him, couldn't really. He was going to be stuck getting tutored in town and his life would be over. His mother would drive him over there and the entire day would be school, school, school. Eventually he turned his bike around and headed back to the house. He couldn't avoid it forever.

When he got back in the house his mother stopped him and told him she spoke on the phone with Mrs Weatherby and that they were going to find him a tutor. He was threatened that if he didn't improve his grades with that, then he'd be signed up for the tutoring sessions in town. Ok well, his life was over. He gave his 'yes ma'ams' and 'yes sirs' to his parents until they freed him to his own devices. Now he felt depressed.

It wasn't like the fox's life wasn't already totally the worst, he thought! Phillip was feeling exasperated.

The next day at school, Friday, he had a modestly better day. Enough to take his mind off things and try to catch glimpses of Cassie, which he did. By the time he got to math class he felt a little better, but it was math class. Phil was feeling awfully ambivalent about it. On the one hand it was sort of the source of all his troubles. On the other hand Cassandra Hall was the teaching assistant. Class went about as well as he could have expected.

He got to peek slyly at Cassie several times and he got to ask her for help once. He did ok in his work, at least after Cassie had her chance to peek at his chicken scratches and run her finger down the page of his book. Speaking the foreign language of numbers wasn't so difficult when it was her voice telling him what to do and how to it. Her way was always easier than the one Mrs Weatherby taught from the book. Why did they even teach the other way?

After the bell rang Mrs Weatherby asked him to stay behind. His buddies in class gave him a few 'oooooh in trouble' to poke fun at him as they each left the classroom. As everyone filed out of class he waited for whatever harassment was due to him from his teacher.

"Phillip, your mother and I talked yesterday about you getting a tutor." She said. Fortunately no one else except Cassie was around to hear about his private shame. Cassie was putting some pencils and things back into her handbag and seemed to mostly ignore them. "And today I asked Cassie if she'd be willing give it a try."

He froze, and that's when Cassie decided to turn her attention to them both. The vixen, with all her gorgeous grace, smiled at him.

"Ok." He replied. Wow! 'OK', wouldn't want to waste a third syllable on this startling revelation, wouldn't we Phillip? Admittedly, he was stunned! There, right over there a few feet away, was Cassandra Hall who was going to now tutor- Wait, did she say yes? Phillip needed to know if she said,

"I told her I could, but I'll need to ask your mom when I can. I don't usually have a lot of time on weekdays." The vixen started to say, but Mrs Weatherby interjected.

"That's why you'll need to talk with her. I just thought it'd be good to let Phillip know now so he can tell his mother when he gets home." She said. And yeah, he was jumping and wagging his tail wildly in his imagination! Let Phillip tell his mother that the hottest girl in school was going to give him private tutoring lessons! Oh wait, no, that's not going to go so well! He wanted to pull at his face with despair! His mother talked to ALL the other mothers and she was going to know every damn rumor and detail about Cassandra, the hottest girl in school, HALL. His life was over all over again. He showed not a ounce of his internal drama on his face.

"Can I have your home number?" Cassie asked him, and pulled out her cell. He caught himself before he could stutter, and gave her his home phone number. "Ok, good. I'll call her today after I'm off work. Sometime in the evening."

"Don't forget to tell your mother, but run along its late." Mrs Weatherby told him and, not knowing much else to do, he did just that.

The rest of the day was a blur, and he had to fight to keep the smile from stretching across his face. Ignore the reality that his mom had the power of the 'mother's veto' over Cassie's private tutoring. Had he no self awareness at all he'd have skipped the bus ride and just literally skipped all the way home grinning like a fool.

It was like, episodes from a tv drama. Every day felt like something was happening. Like, not normal things. Friday evening was normal, if exciting because Cassandra Hall was probably going to tutor him, right? Phillip was more than eager for that to become his new reality.

His mom, though. She needed convincing. So he told her that Ms Weatherby had found him a tutor and that she'd be calling the house to talk to her, his mother. His mother asked who it was. He very reluctantly told her. Phillip had said, "A girl named Cassie. She's from a higher grade.

She looked through the damn yearbook. She then found her. Full name: Cassandra Belle Hall. It was last year's yearbook when Cassie got voted to be prom queen. Her dress was very flattering. Almost got her yanked out of the auditorium but Cassie apparently knew how to debate her way through a vault door when it came to the school dress code. Only 'slightly' scandalous, so he'd heard.

And his mother was none too pleased about any of it.

"So do you know this girl?" His mother had asked him. He was only able to shrug in reply.

"No. I see her in the halls sometimes. She's helping out in my math class as a teaching assistant. I think she's smart." The young fox told her. His word alone was not enough to impress his mother.

The phone call came. His dad was still at work. He stood quietly next to the doorway to the living room and spied on his mother's side of the conversation. Phillip shrugged and wanted to die. It sounded like a, like an interrogation! What did she think was going to happen? That some 'hussy' wasn't going to defile her son? He smiled at the thought as any teenage boy would.

"Ok, well thank you for volunteering, Cassandra." His mother had said, signalling the end to the conversation. "Oh, ok. Well, Cassie, I'll talk with my husband and I can let Phillip let you know Monday what we've decided to do, ok?"

Oh my god, he thought. She's hesitating because Cassie is the school slut, isn't she? Was his mother going to pull a veto on his dreams? His hopes? His prayers? The more he thought about it the more he wanted it to happen! LET CASSIE TUTOR HIM.

Saturday? His mother called other mothers. She called them. His friend's moms. Other classmate's moms. Even kids he didn't even know! He felt the cold chill of defeat surround him like death. That yearbook was her manual on who to call and probe for details.

Sometime on Sunday she called Ms Weatherby, but he wasn't around to hear the conversation. He rode his bike to a friend's house down the street and they played the new Street Fighter. Apparently Phillip now owed his math teacher a great debt. Whatever that conversation contain between her and his mother led to Cassie being his tutor.

"Monday when you see that Cassie girl, let her know that we'd like her to tutor you, ok?" His mother had told him. "When I spoke to her on the phone she was ok with getting 10 an hour, so let her know that."

"Yes, ma'am." Phillip was all agreeable with his mother in every way a young man should. He wasn't going to ruin a good thing! She didn't say much else to him and he wasn't going to provoke anything, either. Better to just head his head down and let it all roll. If he was honest he was feeling a little paranoid.

Come Monday morning he had his spirits high and head up. He saw Cassie only briefly in the halls. Their eyes met as everyone was moving to their next class. He smiled at her and she smiled back! Maybe that was enough of a hint? He'd still have to tell her obviously, but, you know, maybe? No, that's cliche. Life wasn't a romcom where smiles in a hallway meant something incredible.

Phillip didn't have his chance to tell Cassie that she could tutor him until math class. In fact he didn't even have a chance to make the first move, either! He'd not had a opportunity to single her out before class started and he was too embarrassed to risk his classmates finding out about his situation. Instead, what ended up happening was that the first time he raised his hand to ask for help Cassie was right there and as she helped him, with Phillip waiting for an awkward moment to make a fool of himself, she stole his pencil and wrote in small writing on his notebook, "Am I tutoring you?"

He whispered back to her, "Yes." Then with that she wrote under her previous message, "Talk after class." and she continued to help him with his assignment like normal.

Class went along like it usually did, and finally, blessedly, the bell rang.

"Ok, remember that I'm going to be out from Wednesday to the end of the week! Then right when I get back you've got your test on Tuesday after next!" She called out to everyone while they fled the class. It was only Monday and they had all week to still work on stuff. And Phillip didn't remember his teacher was going to out all next week... That meant they'd have a substitute, right?

"So, I have work tonight, but tomorrow I can drop by around 5 if your parents are ok with that." Cassie spooked him from behind while he dragged ass to gather his stuff together.

"Oh! Yeah, that's probably ok. I'll tell my mom." Phillip told him, then the vixen smiled and patted him on the shoulder.

"Sure. See you tomorrow." She said and away her hips went with a sway. As he stood up to leave he was careful to follow her to get a good look at her butt as her tail swished back and forth as it was known to do. He couldn't see her thong today, which meant she must have been wearing something- nevermind. Cassie, several feet ahead of him and threading the needle of people moving from class to class, tucked a thumb under her waistline and adjusted a strap back into its proper visible place. She was wearing purple today!

All things considered, telling his mother went rather well. She was going to be home like usual at 5 and Cassie would be there to tutor him. No issue. Phillip just needed to survive Tuesday.

The morning came and then it went. The day drug on like a normal day with the ever looming moment on the horizon of Cassie showing up at his house. It was a decent day actually. He wasn't given any shit from anyone and his classes all were easy days, or they felt easy at least. Maybe he just wasn't paying attention due to having the hottest girl in school on his mind. She was dressed to kill today, too! He saw her in the hall and forced himself not to do a double take. It looked like she was wearing a neon pink thong over her white skirt. It really did stand out, and sure enough at lunch he spotted her again and it was neon as all hell. Her top was tight and sexy, too. Some kind of sleeveless blouse that the girls were allowed to wear.

Cassie didn't even mention anything to him about the tutoring either until they were all being let out of math class. She'd casually approached him and said, "See you soon." That was what she said as a parting word to him that day. At least she was smiling a little when she said it!

"So you pay attention to her, ok? Your teacher says she's really smart so hopefully she can help you get your grades." His mother was telling him in the kitchen. He was already sitting at the counter with his math book and homework out. Since Mrs Weatherby was going to be out starting tomorrow she'd left a stack of homework with them. He had homework leftover from Monday he didn't do, and then he'd come home with everything else.

"Yes, ma'am." He told her. It was inching close to 5 o'clock and he wondered if Cassie would be fashionably late or promptly on time. Didn't matter to him, but he was getting tired of having his mother hover over him in the kitchen. Maybe she'd leave him alone once Cassie was here so she wouldn't be a distraction. He cracked a grin and was grateful his mother hadn't noticed. The only real distraction was going to be Cassandra Hall!

A car started pulling up the driveway. He could see it out there from the kitchen window. Phillip saw it before his mother did.

"Well, guess that's her." His mother said and started walking out to the garage door. Phillip slid down from his seat and went along behind her, but she was already out the door and stepping out into the sun. "Hello!"

"Good afternoon!" Phillip heard Cassie's voice as he exited outside. She was standing next to her car with keys and purse in hand. She thumbed the keyfob to lock her car and stepped over to his mother to extend a hand. "I'm Cassandra. It's a pleasure."

"Yes, thank you for coming! Mrs Weatherby spoke really highly of you. I'm Brenda, Phillip's mother." His mother replied and Phillip floated in the background like a prop while the two girls exchanged pleasantries. Cassie turned her attention to him finally and smiled.

"Think you're ready?" The vixen asked him. He paused and hesitated with his answer.

"He better be if he doesn't want me ship him off to summer school." His mother interjected and made the arrangement quite clear. Now she was thinking of summer school, too? 'Just kill me already, Jesus, please!' Phillip could only pray.

They went inside with Phillip first in line. The door to the garage was actually in their laundry room so he stepped aside hoping he could fall in behind Cassie. For the view. The view he ended up being stuck with was his mother's behind! Gross. Cassie sat herself down at the counter.

"You've got a nice home, ma'am." Cassie said as she looked around the kitchen.

"Why thank you. Now, don't let me distract you any from your work. If he doesn't behave himself you let me know and I'll sort him out." His mother said and wander away toward the living room. He could only looked down in embarrassment. What was she implying to Cassie, that she'd spank him? Oh my god!

"She seems nice." Cassie said quietly and opened the cover of his textbook. He grunted in a near silent reply.

The only redeeming thing about the situation was that she hadn't changed clothes, but she had undone one extra button on her blouse. His mother had to have noticed it. He meant, like, her cleavage was 'right there' and it wasn't like the neon pink thong could be any more neon than it was. It looked like something you could buy some Spencer's and shine a blacklight on it to make it glow.

"Your big test is next week. Let's go back to the start of the chapter and we'll go over everything before we do the homework." She told him then and together they started backtracking and going over the basics of the chapter that the next test was on. By the time they'd worked themselves through to the end of the chapter it had been over an hour. Phillip heard the sound of his dad's truck pulling up. A glance out the kitchen window showed that he was parking next to Cassie's car. There couldn't have been much room left on the concrete.

"That your dad?" Cassie asked him and checked her cellphone. "Almost 6:30. I need to ditch soon."

"Yeah, and ok." Phillip replied. They hadn't even touched the homework yet.

Cassie looked at the homework he had stacked off to the side and flipped through them. "We can do Monday's, then I need to go."

They started then on Monday's assignment as his dad walked in from the garage door.

"Hello there." His dad. "Minding the house, Phil, or is your momma here."

"I'm here." His mother made her entrance before Phillip could say anything. The two parents kissed and Phillip felt the urge to die again. "Dear, this is Cassandra Hall, the girl that'll be tutoring Phillip."

"I figured. Nice to meet you." His dad said with a smile. God, Phillip knew HE would notice what she was wearing. Now the two parents were hovering as Cassie tried to get him through his homework for Monday. They eventually got bored and wandered off to the living room. He heard his dad turn on and tv and turn up the volume on ESPN.

"Nice fam." She said. He grunted once more quietly.

They finished the worksheets before the clock on the microwave turned over to 7. The vixen dropped her cellphone and her pens into her purse and started to stand. "You're good for now. I can help you tomorrow in class, but after that I can't tutor you until Friday."

"Oh, ok." Phillip told her. "I'll let my mom know."

"Sure, Philly." Cassie said as he stood up from his own stool and left to find his mother. She was in the living room with his dad and he let them both know that Cassie needed to leave. His mother took action and stood up while his father lazily tailed along.

"Ok, will you be able to come by tomorrow?" His mother asked her. Cassie had her purse and was ready to go at any time.

"Oh, no, ma'am. I'm not going to have the time after school to tutor until Friday. Today I went over the chapter his next test is on, and we started doing some of his homework. But, I can try to help him more at school during class until Friday when I can come by again."

"Well, I hope you can find time this weekend, too, if you're available." His mother asked as his dad kind of idled there in observation mode from behind his wife. He knew his dad well enough to know he knew just as well as he did that Cassie was, well... H O T.

"I might be able, too, but I've also got job interviews I'm trying for. I'll know more this Friday, though." Cassie said and smiled and started making the body language gestures that she was needing to leave. This wordlessly gave his mother the signal to move back and fetch her purse to pay Cassie.

"I hope this will do alright. I think it's been almost two hours." His mom handed Cassie some fresh bills from the bank. It looked to him like Cassie was getting 20 an hour for tutoring him. Phillip didn't even make half that in allowance for pulling weeds from his mother's garden, and that took like three hours to do!

"Yeah, that's fine ma'am. You're son didn't give me any trouble. I think he'll do a lot better if he has a bit of direction." She said and turned to smile at him. Phillip couldn't stop him from smiling back like a dope and he felt suddenly embarrassed in front of the hottest girl in school. If his tail had wagged he certainly did try to stop it. "But I really need to go."

"Oh, sure, honey! Let me show you out, and thank you so much for volunteering to help." And with that his mother escorted Cassandra Hall off the property in the politest way his protective mother could manage.

"Don't rush to the altar now, Sport." His dad chuckled and left to go back to the living room as his face started to burn red. He started putting away his schoolwork for the day and when his mom came back she was scowling and muttering about how 'she could have dressed a little more modestly.' Phillip hoped she never would.

Wednesday.

He was feeling jittery that people would find out he was getting tutored by Cassandra Hall. He dreaded what would happen to him if certain thugs and bullies discovered that nugget of truth. He later discovered he didn't need to worry. Cassie very politely told him to not tell anyone she was tutoring him. Apparently she had her own concerns regarding 'appearances' and he was ok with that. He understood that he was just a dumb todd well outside her league. He could keep a secret if she could!

Between Wednesday and Thursday he'd managed to work his way through his in class assignments and get the homework for Tuesday completed with help from Cassie. It was a bit of a struggle since her attention was, well, thoroughly distracted. The substitute teacher was some other student's mother and she didn't know any math. So it fell onto Cassie's shoulders to help every single student. That's why it took two days to finish what was really just three worksheets of math problems. If he had Cassie's full attention he'd have knocked it out super quick.

Then Friday came, and every student was begging for her attention because they all had the same homework he did, but unlike the lucky fox, they didn't have Cassie to tutor them later that day! He got no attention from Cassie at all, and likely because she knew she was coming over later anyway. She was likely thinking 'he can wait'. Sure, that's fine! Phillip could be patient.

Cassie dropped him a note on the sly, which told him she would show up around 4 o'clock, then she and he both departed. Mostly ignoring each other. Well, she ignored him like she typically did and he eyed her from afar. She was dressed so cute today! Couldn't spot her thong this time though, which was a bummer.

At 4 o'clock he was in the kitchen with all his stuff ready to be tutored and eagerly awaiting his dream girl to arrive. Blessing him with her radiant presence. He was pretty sure his mother noticed that he was unusually well prepared and ready for 'tutoring'. It wasn't like him, and both she and him knew it. His mother was likely tolerating it in the name of him getting his grades up, which he kinda both hopes he did and didn't. Good enough to make momma happy, but not so good Cassie stops tutoring him. What a thin line to walk, he thought!

"Your mom doesn't like me that much." Cassie said under her breath as she leaned in to put an elbow on the kitchen counter, pretending to be looking over his homework for him. She'd finally arrived and navigated the barely hidden contempt his mother had for the vixen and her choice of wardrobe. His mother was at least sorta nice?

"Well, I mean. She doesn't dislike you." He whispered back, feeling awkward that Cassie was bringing his mother's attitude up there like that. It made him feel self conscious. The vixen had changed clothes since leaving the school. Now she was in denim short shorts and a buttoned blouse.

"So long as I get your grades up and not your dick, you mean?" She said and smiled sharply before stopping his embarrassed reply with another, but loud enough to be heard by his mother, statement. "Let's start here, ok?"

And with that Cassie walked him through the assignments by beginning at the start with the basics he'd learned in class. She caught him in mistake after mistake and redirected him to finding better ways to solve the problems. To Phil's uneducated mind it seemed like Cassandra was really gifted. She didn't seem to struggle at all with math and numbers, and he'd never so much as seen her touch a calculator except to steal it from him so he couldn't use it.

"So like this?" He asked. Phil let her look over the problem she'd let him work on his own. This weekend he had a lot of schoolwork piled up from math. Since he couldn't have any tutoring sessions until today, it'd piled up. It was lucky that the assignments weren't due until Monday since Mrs Weatherby was out of state for her daughter's wedding.

They'd finished the set of worksheets he'd been given for Wednesday (he had a assignment every day of the week to do, and Mrs Weatherby counted the weekend as one day..., but still, that meant only 3 to go!) when the phone rang. His mother answered it from the living room and he could hardly hear her talk. Cassie snapped her fingers to bring his attention back to the next set of worksheets and she was explaining it to him just like she had with the first set. Patiently stepping him through the work and catching him when he was confused and prompting him to ask questions.

"Phillip, that was your aunt Tracy." His mother walked into the kitchen in a hurry. She was going for her purse which she kept next to the fridge by the doorway to the garage. "She's gone and done something to her water heater and she's saying it shot out her laundry room window."

"Huh?" He said and Cassie just watched his mother idly.

"I'm going to run over there and see if she's ok and make sure she's not crazy. She was halfway to a heart attack when I was on the phone with her." She was saying and fished her keys out of her purse. Phil watched her look at them both, then hesitate. "Will you two be alright while I'm gone?"

"Yes, ma'am. I think maybe an hour, hour and a half and we'll be done." Cassie spoke up with confidence and Phil watched his mother exhale.

"Ok, well I'm gone, mind the house Phil." His mother said and rushed off out the door. Minutes later they could hear her minivan crank up and down the driveway she went. They could see it from the kitchen window.

"I don't think water heaters can do what she claims it did." Cassie said and tapped the worksheet with a finger and dragged Phil's attention to it.

It felt so weird being alone in the house with Cassie. It made him feel more sheepish than when his mother was around. At least if his mother was there he could tell himself 'nothing at all will happen, 100%', but with it just the two of them now... Well, the odds of something happening wasn't zero.

They went through Thursday's homework pretty quickly and then dealt with Friday's at about the same pace. The fox didn't need as much guidance with those as they were all building off the course work he'd learned on Monday and Tuesday. Cassie had an easy time getting him through it and part of it she spent just quietly watching him do his work.

"So how long do you have the house to yourself with your mom visiting your Aunt?" Cassie asked after a while. "Doesn't your dad eventually roll in?"

"Dad gets in late on Friday. He'll be here in time for dinner." Phil said and found himself staring at a word problem. He hesitated and started trying to figure it, and he must have been on the right track since Cassie was watching and saying nothing to stop him.

"Hm. Might have the house to yourself then. That's always fun." She added.

"Yeah. Aunt Tracy lives like, thirty minutes away or something. Mom'll be gone a while. Aunt Tracy does dumb stuff all the time." Phil explained and pushed the sheet away to let Cassie look at it. She eyed it up and down and smiled. With that Phil had finished the Thursday homework and it'd only been maybe a half an hour or a little more. His mother would have been pulling up at Aunt Tracy's place.

They began the last assignment and Cassie waited until she'd finished going over everything with him before excusing herself to the bathroom. A few minutes later she came back and he'd already finished a portion of the homework. The weekend homework wasn't that much, and it was probably the smallest assignment of the bunch. He had word problems left to do then that was it.

"I don't think mom left money anywhere for you." He said after a bit.

"That's fine, she can pay me later." Cassie said, and then helped him with a mistake he was making that he didn't realize he was making.

According to the clock, after barely an hour of work, they'd finished all his homework, and then Cassie snatched it all and started flipping through it sheet by sheet like she was inspecting it.

Phil watched her lean over the counter with both elbows on the counter. She was so pretty. He leaned back as much as he could without it looking awkward, since the stool had no back to it. Phil eyed her backside stealthily, now that he could with Cassie distracting herself with his homework.

White thong today. It looked really-

"Liking the thong I picked out this morning?" Cassie asked without looking in his direction. He froze stiff and felt his mouth become infested with lockjaw. He was afraid to move, like he'd been caught in the brightest of headlights. She finally turned her head and smiled at him, like she'd known he'd been looking. "Well?"

Phil just nodded, swallowed. "Yes'm."

She giggled and went right back to looking at his homework, flipping through them and stopping occasionally to read more closely. Cassie didn't shift her posture any or make any effort to hide her crack. There it was in plain view to him. A white narrow shoelace flossing her ass and hugging up over her love handles. With her tail gently swishing behind her he couldn't tell if there was anything decorative dangling off the back of the thong this time. Usually he could tell but not in this position.

"I'm sure I can get my mom to give me money to bring to school Monday." He said, changing the subject to something appropriate.

"That's fine." She said, then after a few moments more she straightened up the sheets and laid them out on the counter in a tidy stack. "Everything looks good. You should have all A's on these."

"Really?" He asked her, feeling strange that he was hearing someone claim he'd make an A on anything related to math that wasn't for participation.

"You had me to help you. Of course you're going to make an A. Just don't flunk your test." Cassie said and stood up from her stool to lean back and pop her back. The action left him with a good view of the curve of her back and tightness of her rump. Her blue jean shorts hugged her ass so tight she might as well have not worn anything. Had she been wearing a regular pair of panties he could have probably traced the outline of the garment through the denim of her shorts. "Ok, so your mom isn't here, and we're finished up with your tutoring. Why don't you show me your room?"

"M-my room?" He asked with a start.

"Yeah, the place you sleep and daydream in. I've only ever been allowed to see your kitchen and bathroom." Cassie said and started stepping to the doorway that led to the living room and hallway on her own. Phil nearly fell off his stool to catch up with her.

"Um, well, down the hall. It's, uh, first door on the right." He said and Cassie made her way down there seeming disinterested in the rest of the house. His door was open and he watched the vixen stop at his doorway then step in with a smirk.

"This looks typical. Freshman." She commented and Phil followed her into his own bedroom feeling completely exposed. His room was a bit of a mess. His game discs and various DVDs were stacked all over the entertainment center. His bed was unmade. Posters of bands he liked hung on every wall. "You need better taste in music."

Phil shrugged and stuck his hands in his pockets.

"Ok. Sit on the bed, I want a down payment." Cassie said suddenly, catching him off guard.

"A what?" The younger fox asked stupidly.

"A down payment. You know what those are, sit." She replied and pointed to his messy bed with a sharp finger. "Go."

"I don't have any money, Cassie." He told her, which she followed with a loud sigh.

"No, Philly, you're gonna pay up in spunk. Sit so I can give you a BJ." She told him and his jaw hit the floor so hard you could hear the foundation crack. When he didn't immediately move she briskly stepped over to him and put a hand on his shoulder. Cassie leaned in, with Phil's eyes bulging wide, and she pushed her lips to his. A second later she had her other hand grabbing the back of his head and her tongue was dancing between his teeth. He didn't know what to do!

The vixen, the hottest vixen, the hottest girl period, just kissed him on the mouth! A blowjob?! His eyes were still wide as dinner plates as Cassie smirked, seeming to understand that she'd blown through a few of his brain's fuses. She tugged him by the arms and then pushed him over onto his own bed where he sat, confused, and horribly excited with shivers racing through him so hard Cassie noticed.

"The jitters?" She asked as she locked her knees together and went to kneel in front of him. Phil stared at her and could only nod weakly. She briefly chuckled, now on her knees, and reached up to the top most button she had fastened. Her blouse was already unbuttoned at the very top, but it wasn't enough to show cleavage. Now there were two buttons undone, and then a third. Phil could look down and see cleavage. A fourth came undone as her hands slowly moved down. She stopped short of undoing the last two buttons. She reached back up. Phil could see the valley between her breasts with a narrow strap crossing the gap like a bridge, the middle of her bra with a gold clasp in the front.

Cassandra Hall pulled the sides of her blouse apart and used the swell of her breasts to trap them between her tits and arms. Her entire rack was on display, well, she still had her bra, but he could see her in a skimpy bra! It was pearly white against the red and ivory of her vulpine fur!

"Like that?" She asked. He nodded quickly. The vixen sighed and put her hands on his knees. "You're normally very respectful, Philly. You're not going to say anything?"

The fox swallowed. His throat felt dry. "Y-yes, ma'am-m! I like it!"

The tall bodacious fox smiled at him. She seemed pleased. Phil tensed up when she sat a hand over his crotch and gently rubbed. He was already straining at his shorts, but the denim was holding him down firmly and all she'd have gotten was a stiff lump under her palm.

"Already excited." She rubbed him a little more firmly for good measure, then with both hands she reached up and pulled the front of his shirt up and rolled the hem to keep it out of the way. Phil watched as she unsnapped the metal button at the top of his shorts. He felt the tightness of his waistband vanish. The pressure on his groin faded quickly as she unzipped him, slowly, patiently. He was glued between looking at her hands and her face. She wasn't looking at him, but at his crotch.

Her smile was faint, pleasant, and she looked no different most other times he'd seen her in a good mood, but her eyes. Something in her eyes seemed to change. Her eyes, usually somewhat bored, like the world around her was less than interesting, seemed to smile a little brighter. The curve of the corners of her mouth seemed to curl up more and more. Finally, she pulled the sides of his now open fly apart and grabbed his shorts at the sides and pulled.

Cassie was showing teeth with a narrow yet happy smile as her lids and brows lifted to show an expression that Phil could only read as happiness. He was still locked inside his briefs, but his shorts were halfway down his thighs, then over his knees, to the floor. He was just in his underwear in front of her!

"Nice." She said and rubbed his sheath through the white fabric. He was tenting badly. She grabbed his underwear and yanked them down, too. His cock, already emerging from his sheath, bounced free and stood up erect. It was twitching along with his rapid heartbeat. She licked her lips. "That's very nice, Philly. Very nice."

"Th-thank you. Ma'am. M-miss Cassie." He said, and corrected, thinking quickly. Cassie liked that, right? Guys being super respectful?

"Just call me Cassie, Philly." She said without looking up at him. Her eyes were glued to his cock. Cassie leaned in and pressed her nose right into his ballsack. He gasped.

"Cassie!" Phil recoiled in shock. His heart was thrumming away at light speed, and all the girl did was glance up at him with a smile before grabbed his stiffening dick in one back and kissing one of his nuts with the other. He grabbed two handfuls of his bed covers and watched in awe as the school's babe, it's starlet queen, it's most divine slut started nuzzling and licking at his nuts while stroking him to a full and angry erection.

"Have you lost your v card yet, Philly?" She asked him, nonchalant as she slowly worked his balls over with little kisses and licks, nosing at him with her snout occasionally like a tender lover. The attention she was paying him was slow and torturous, but it was all still overkill on what she needed to do to make him stiff as freshly set concrete. He was hard as a rock and squeezing the bed covers in his white knuckled fists.

"N-no, ma'am. C-Cassie!" He told her. He'd never even so much as kissed a girl yet, well, at least not until now! He was too much a dork to get any girls to like him. Even Paula was out of his league and she was the girl the other girls made fun of for her tacky outfits and braces. Phil was just a regular kid, average, nothing special! Why was the senior hottie wanting to give him a blow job?

"Good! I like ruining boys for the other girls." She said and for the first time the vixen touched her tongue to the underside of his cock before slowly licking up his shaft. Cassie let go of his cock and rubbed at his thigh with a hand. She held firm to his dick with kisses and licks while she shifted to cradling his nuts in her other hand to rub and massage them. He'd never even done that to himself before!

"R-ruin?" The nervous todd asked her worriedly, almost whimpering. His toes were curling and he couldn't keep himself from shivering from the excitement and attention. Cassie kissed the very tip of his dick then looked up at him.

"After I'm done with you no girl will ever get you off as hard as I can. Start with the best and nothing will ever compare." She said, then kissed his tip again before touching her tongue to it and rolling and swirling it around his head with gentle strokes. A circling motion that elicited a twitch from his dick and he felt himself squirt. He gasped and suddenly prayed she wouldn't be mad at him.

Cassie suckled his tip, then licked her lips. "That's good, Philly. Some guys don't leak at all, and I like leaky boys." The vixen touched her nose to his tip and slid it down until she was nuzzling straight into his nuts with his cock laying over her snout and face. Phil could feel her kissing and nosing at his balls again and both her hands were now rubbing at his thighs in slow circles while she worked. He felt himself twitch again and a dollop of pre squirted her on the forehead. He watched, in abject horror as her fur slowly absorb the little amount of wetness he'd put there.

"Messy boy." She said quietly and smiled before kissing him more, then stopping. Her nose slipped back and traced the underside of his cock until she was nosing at his tip again. Phil watched as she put his glans in her mouth gently, then with eyes growing wide as saucers Cassie lowered her head. Her eyes never left his own, and he flexed his toes and slowly inhaled the deepest of breaths as her nose sank lower until it finally touched the fur of his stomach.

"C-Cassie!" He yipped and squirted more pre in her mouth, and in return she rocked and rolled her head to either side and suckled him like she wa a nursing babe. The talented vixen pulled back halfway and then pushed down again with a swirling motion of her tongue adding to the boy's pleasure. "W-wait!"

Cassie opened her mouth and pulled back until his tongue was resting, sopping wet with girl spit and pre, over her soft tongue. She looked up at him and rolled her tongue underneath his prick and he shivered. Already stiff, Phillip could feel the base of his cock begin its journey to grow a knot. Normally when he jerked it didn't get very big, like he thought it would from the porn he'd seen online.

"I'm gonna, Cassie." He whimpered weakly at her, the sensation and pleasure already having pushed his virgin cock to the very brink. He could cum too quick sometimes and maybe that was why his knot seemed small. Teetering on the edge his fingers and toes were flexing and gripped the bed and carpet together as the boy clenched every mysterious muscle nestled within his groin to hold back the firing squad.

She let her tongue flick the underside of his dick as she let him fall from her mouth. His shaft twitched and throbbed at the very edge of climax in front of her with additional pre dribbling from his tip. He watched as she eyed his twitching shaft patiently with a look of delighted amusement. Everything about her body language seemed to tell the story that she was happy she'd decided to drop to her knees.

"So soon, Philly? Not even a good knot on you yet." She told him before exhaling over his still twitching shaft. He felt the hot wave of air hit him and he groaned. He'd never felt so hard or so close to cumming in all his short life. He never did this to himself when he was jacking off! "When was the last time you jerked off this thick stick of yours, Philly?"

His mouth felt suddenly dry. She was complimenting his size! The fox licked his lips and panted for her and gave a reply. "C-couple days ago."

Phillip would normally do it every day, but with the tutoring he was doing it was a challenge to find the time to do it, and his mother always snooped if he ever spent too much time in the bathroom. He just hadn't done it in a few days...

"What do you think of; Philly, when you pop your cock?" She asked him, but all her attention was on his prick. She made an 'O' with her lips and blew gently over his dick and he shivered when he felt the cool air wash over him. He groaned. At least he wasn't whining in front of her! His knot was swollen as big as he'd seen it before, but it felt so tight and hard like it was still growing. He'd have gotten off already if he was doing this himself!

"Uh, um, g-girls." He stuttered for her. Cassie dipped her head in close and very gently placed a kiss on his tip and licked off the precum that rested there. She flipped her eyes up at him and touched her tongue again on his shaft, just below the glans and flipped it up like she was lapping at a popsicle. He shivered and pre began to leak again.

"I figured that, Philly. What girls?" She said and licked and flicked her tongue across him once more. This time he shuddered and flinched. Phillip shot a fresh rope of pre across her face, which she caught with a smile before licking at the small amount that dripped near her lips. "So messy."

"Y-you. A lot." Phillip gasped out, shuddering again and feeling overcome with embarrassment. He'd jacked off to thoughts of Cassie so many times he couldn't count them. Sure, there were other girls and he'd jerked to them, but Cassie was the hottest girl in school. He couldn't help but think of her the most.

"You lying to me, Philly? This isn't a question about if my ass looks fat. I expect an honest answer." She scolded him and scowled. Cassie bumped her nose against the tip and pressed just hard enough for him to really feel it. He moaned uncontrollably and more pre oozed from him to pool and run off the end of her snout. As he panted he could see that his knot was bigger now than he'd ever seen it! It almost hurt with how much pressure he was feeling. It looked angry with a big engorged vein running across the top. Even the vein he would see on the top of his shaft was tight with blood like Cassie was drawing everything from his arteries and pulling it down to make his dick as fat and angry as she could.

"N-no! I'm not!" He pleaded with her. Phillip sounded pathetic as he continued to clutch violently at the bed. He was breathing so fast and hard and it felt like his abs were beginning to burn with how much effort it took to control his urge to blow a load now. His nuts were starting to ache like he was being blue balled. If this is what it felt like to be blue in the balls he never wanted to feel it again!

"Honest, Philly?" She asked him with what almost looked like a glare.

"Yes! I swear, Cassie!" He whimpered out and was at the very limit of his ability to contain himself. Cassie pulled away, the fur of her face damp with his clear pre. Phillip was left to heave with an open mouthed pant as he shuddered again, deflated of will power and on the cusp of a desperately needed climax.

"When you jerk off to me, do you always cum in me, Philly?" Cassie asked him and eyed his cock with a lick of her lips. He was no good for answers. He nodded his head hard and smacked his lips. He was as dry as he could be. "Do you want to cum in me for real, Philly?"

"Uh huh!" He said with a ragged breath. "Please!"

She looked back up at him and smiled. Phillip watched her smile widen until her mouth opened and she stuck out her tongue. Down her muzzle went on his dick and then it was gone. His cock was once again buried in her mouth until her lips were tightly pressed to the hard ball of flesh sitting angrily at the base of his prick. The hot silky warmth of her muzzle had him so enveloped that it was all he could feel anymore. The rest of his body might as well of not existed at all. She rolled her tongue across the underside of his shaft, and then sucked on him like a lollipop until her cheeks turned concave. Phillip gave the weakest bark he could and jerked against her as his orgasm rocketed its way out like of his nuts like one of Ali's punches and right into her waiting mouth.

Cassie suckled him the entire time his cock unloaded in her, and she wasn't holding herself back as she rocked her head from side to side to draw out as much from him as she could. He could hear and feel her humming a meaningless tune until finally he sagged, completely limp in body. Sitting slouched on the bed he was breathless and weak when she slipped off his cock. She stared at his slick pecker, coated in spit and cum, and he watched her exhaustedly as she nuzzled his dick again. This time she was nuzzling not for his pleasure but to wipe the mess off his cock with her own face. Using her fur as a napkin she was left wet and sticky across both cheeks and across her snout by the time she was done.

Phillip continued to look at the object of his boyish desires and watched her stand so she could bend over to put her face near his. He could smell the aroma of his cum on her face and she stared hotly into his eyes. Her cheeks were full with... his cum and she smiled warmly at him despite having what looked like a big mouthful. Phillip, he really didn't think he could cum that much, but it'd been a few days and... He never did to himself what she had done. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him.

Cassandra Hall, the vixen of every boy's dreams swallowed, nay she gulped, and Phillip watched her throat expand to let the mouthful of spunk he'd flooded her mouth with drain down into her gullet. She swallowed two more times before smacking her lips and looking back down at him with a wry expression.

"That was a very good down payment, Philly." She told him. Cassie opened her mouth and exhaled over his face. The scent of cum hit him, and she stopped and grinned at him. "I smell like your spunk."

He nodded silently. Cassie stood up and stretched her back smoothly before reaching down to unsnap the buttons on her jeans. Phillip watches with renewed shock and awe as she unzipped herself and scooted her pants down her legs until they finally dropped and she could step out of them.

Her thong was so tiny, and it was white like the fur of her belly and crotch. He couldn't see through it, but she was soaking wet and the fabric of her underwear was clinging to her cleft and there was a clear outline of her labia and clit. Cassie slipped a hand down her front until her middle finger came to rest over the spot where Phillip knew her clit was supposed to be. Cassie's nearly bare pussy was right in front of him and no more than a foot away. He had a front row seat as she began to slowly swirl her fingertip around her bud.

He jumped when her other hand, invisible to him previously due to his focus on her thong clad cunt, landed atop his head. She tussled his hair gently and when he looked up at her she was smiling.

"Lean forward. It's my turn, Philly." She told him, and without questioning her at all he leaned forward. The hand on his head guided him closer and closer to her crotch and his heart was pounding all over again. His dick was spent and softening, but his lungs were starting to breath rapidly once more like he was getting close to climax all over again. She, she was going to have him eat her out!

Cassie locked her thighs around his muzzle and used both hands to hold and stroke his cheeks. Her wet pussy was sitting right over the bridge of his snout, his eyes inches away from her and her clit was right there!

"You don't know how to eat a girl out." Cassie explained to him. Her hips started to rock forward and back against his face. Her pussy dragged across his snout. She felt so soft! Squishy and perfect! Wet and warm! "I'll get myself off and if you're good and respectful I'll let you learn how to do it yourself one day."

He had no complaints. Cassandra Hall was using his snout like a dildo to grind on and her hands held him gently and stroked at his cheeks or rubbed him all around his ears. Watching her pussy squish against the bridge of his snout was amazing!

Phillip reached out and put his hands on the sides of her hips. Her fur was silky and soft and he caressed her until desire caved him in and he wrapped his arms full on around her to hug her. His body was rocking along with her as she panted quietly over him. Looking up, he saw her mouth was agape and Cassie started to moan. The vixen pulled a hand from one of his ears and used it to rub circles around her clit.

Cassie was going to cum, he thought! His crush was going to cum on his face! He started shivering and hugged her tighter. He felt his dick want to stiffen again, reluctant and sluggish as it recovered from its most recent climax. Phillip's head was locked in her crotch and he couldn't do anything with his mouth. He wanted to eat her!

He pulled his head back to try, but she slapped her free hand onto the back of his head and pushed him back. "No! Stay, Philly!"

He voice was weak and it wavered. His snout, shoved forward by the force of her hand, ground against her pussy and she groaned. Her thighs closed tighter together as her legs grew weak and knees fell closer together. Phillip pushed his face deeper into her crotch and ground the bridge of his snout into her more, then pulled back with what little slack her hand was allowing him to have.

Phillip wasn't allowed to eat, but he could rub her with his muzzle couldn't he? She had her turn to shiver as he rubbed himself into her as the hand she held to her clit sped rapidly in tight circles until she was leaning over him, panting hard, grunting and yipping until finally...

It got in his eyes. Her legs locked tight around him and her whole body froze as she moaned long and loud. Cassie started shaking as her orgasm slapped her up and down with her legs trembled and torso shuddering. Phillip blinked as the rush of juice that exploded from her cunt and soaked clear past her thong splashed across him and tried to pool over the bridge of his snout with her shaking sending ripples and droplets at his eyes.

Cassandra Hall just squirted on his face and his dick was hard again! She grabbed him gently by the ears and caressed him until she could recover some of her wits. Breathing heavily, she licked her lips to wet them, then spoke. "Philly Philly..."

He was allowed to be free from her crotch. His face hurt from the pressure she'd put him under, and he couldn't smell anything except her. The entire room smelled like horny wet vixen. Not just any vixen either...

"You're hard again?" She asked, still panting, but getting more in control of herself. He nodded quickly to her. She had his rapt attention and for a short moment it looked like he'd captures hers as well, he thought. Cassie let go over him and wobbled on her legs a bit then rightly herself. "Well, Philly, I think that you'll need to show me some better grades if you want anything else from me, don't you think?"

"Yes, ma'am!" He almost shouted at her excited. Phillip ignored his dick, stiff with renewed vigor. Even though it was now looking like he'd have to quench that fire on his own now, he didn't care. Not at all, not after everything he'd gotten so far from Cassandra fucking Hall!

"Cassie, Philly." She told him. "You can just call me Cassie from now on."

"Ok, Cassie." He told her as she fished her shorts back up and fastened them tight. A damp spot was already forming in her crotch and inner thighs from how soaked she'd gotten.

"Now. I've gotten my down payment." She began. The vixen rocked back and forth from side to side to stretch her legs and back a little. "I expect you to pass that big test Weatherby has planned."

Phillip nodded hard and licked his own dry lips to speak. Cassie stopped him by pressing to fingers to his lips to shush him. He stayed silent.

"Now. If you get a C, I'm going to Crop your ears flat." Cassie threatened him with a scowl, but then brighten her expression. "But, you get a B and you'll get another Blowjob. Got it?"

Phillip smiled hard and nodded. The vixen retrieved her fingers from his lips.

"We're coated in each other cum, Philly." She continued. He watched her run a finger over her cheek before rubbing the residue between her thumb and forefinger. Cassie then licked her fingers clean. "And I'll be driving home, soaking wet, face covered in your spunk. You like that?"

"Y-yes, Cassie!" He told her, tail wagging, dick raging hard with the scent of her cunt filling his nostrils. All over again he could feel his cock become crazy engorged like it had before. Cassie, not even touching him, was pumping his dick and knot full of blood with her aroma alone. A heavenly perfume fit for a goddess. This was the hottest thing he'd ever experienced! He wanted to fuck her so badly until he was blowing his load all up inside her behind the tight seal of his fat knot!

"Good, now I'm going to go home and shower. If you want to daydream of knotting my pussy while you take care of that," Cassie said, pointing down at his erection. "You have my blessing. Knock me up in that cute little head of yours as much as you want, Philly Whilly. "

"Ok!" Phillip said, perhaps too excitedly and she laughed at him, but not maliciously. She seemed more pleased with him than anything.

"Alright, I'm out. Clean up the place so your mom doesn't call the cops on me for fucking her son." She said and turned to leave. "I can let myself out."

"W-wait!" Phillip stopped her. She looked back at him, a questioning look was her reply. "What if I get an A on the test?"

Cassie didn't tell him what he'd get if he got an A. She looked at him, a bit thoughtfully, then smiled before turning back to face him with a thumb hooked in one pocket.

"I like you, Philly, and you're smart if you wanna be, but I don't think you'll get an A." Cassie told him honestly. "But you've also got a great looking dick. If you somehow pull an A out of your ass then I guess I'll have to let you up Mine. How about that?"

His heart stopped and Phillip felt his jaw drop. Cassie smiled and laughed back at him. "Toodles, Philly. See you at school." She told him and left. He stood up, felt himself step in a wet spot Cassie had left on his carpet, then hobbled over to his window and peeked out the blinds until he saw Cassie walk over to her car... Her hips and tail were swaying along happily. Be still his heart!

Test. He had to study for that test! If he got an A she was going to let him fuck her ass! He really had to study. Phillip went to the bathroom and blew the fastest, hardest, load he'd ever jerked out of his balls.