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*Part * 14

I had left shortly after Sera and went back to my cabin. Kit's roommate was finally in, a friendly ferret who I actually knew fairly well (not like that...well, almost) and we talked for a few minutes about Brent and how much of an ass he was. In any other circumstance, I would've kept going and tell him in detail how shitty he was, but I was just beat. I said goodnight after the third "be glad you left him, he was an ass" comment and trudged over to Kit's bed, who was reading an ebook on his phone. Probably some erotica, knowing him.

And, it was. I only knew that when I lifted the covers and Kit wasn't, well, covered. Kit and I are close, and we've seen each other naked (he's probably the only person I've felt comfortable being naked in front of) but I didn't really need to see his excitement this late and after this long of a day.

I recovered him with the sheet and looked at him, crossing my arms. After about half a minute he realized I was there and tore his head away from the screen.

"What?"

"Could you...cover up maybe?"

"Why?"

"Because your, y'know-"

"Hard?"

"Yeah."

"Oh, c'mon, Scout. You've seen me like this before. Besides, my underwear was constricting."

I sighed. "I could tell."

I stripped my clothes, leaving the striped underwear on and crawled in next to Kit. I turned my back to him and kept my bushy tail close to me. After closing my eyes, and finally feeling the stress of the day wear off as I drifted off to sleep, Kit, of course had to speak up. I felt the bed shift and his warm paw shake my shoulder.

"So, how'd it go? With, Carson."

Shifting my weight, I managed a "Do we have to do this now?" To which he replied, "Of course."

I turned over so that we were both on our side facing each other. I explained to him what happened, probably skimming of some minor details, but the main points were there. His face remained unchanged, except for a smile that crept onto his face when I told him about the kiss.

"Why's that funny?"

He chuckled. "It's not that it's funny, it's that...the fact that Brent's still cockblocking you and you guys are broken up."

"Cock blocking me? When has he ever?"

"Everytime he withheld sex from you."

Now I put on a smile, though it was a cynical one. "That's not cock blocking, that's 'not being in the mood'."

"Same basic principle."

I sighed, too tired to argue. "Whatever."

"So anything else happen?" he asked after a momentary silence.

I avoided his eyes. "He told me he's liked me for a while."

His ears perked and his smile stayed on his lips. "Really?"

I nodded. "Yeah, he said ever since I stuck up for him a while back, he's always had a thing for me. He's like huge and buff and-"

"And sexy," Kit giggled.

"-and sexy and amazing. He used to look up to me."

"Duuuuude, nice."

"How crazy is that?"

"I think it's cute. Nothing like a little love over the decades to make a good romance. And some nice sex."

Now it was my turn to laugh. A little too loud, and I heard the ferret on the other side of the room shift. "You've been reading too many of those books," I whispered.

"You can never read too many of 'those books'."

"Sure you can't," I giggled as he pushed me. "I'm gonna go to bed, it's been a long day."

"Night, sexy," Kit smiled.

***

I woke up on my back with Kit's arm draped over me and his drool pooling on my shoulder. His tail was firmly wrapped around my leg while his claws dug slightly into the skin on my side. He looked peaceful enough, I didn't have the heart to wake him. I wrapped my arm around his lithe body. His breathing was even, the shallow movements keeping within rythm.

And, I don't know when, but my paw started to move along his soft fur, to the point where I was petting him from just below his thin waist to his non-existent, but firm, pecs. I missed when we used to do this more. Lately, with Brent, I barely hung out with Kit, or if I did, we'd end up arguing over something and both of us would leave pissed.

I never knew what it was until he told me he had been jealous of, not me, but Brent. Apparently I gave Brent "too much attention", or, what he should have said, "and me not enough". When he said it, about a year ago, I was shocked to be perfectly honest. That was the last thing I would've expected. Kit was jealous of Brent because I gave him more attention. The day he told me, he was pretty pissed off, so I left and gave him a couple days before dropping by again.

He had been on his bed (later he said because he saw me walking up to his place) back towards the door, to me. I sat on the comforter next to him and brushed his fur with my claws, sort of like what I was doing now, and I could feel him relax. I nuzzled his cheek, which he loved, and ended with jabbing my paw into his armpit, which he hated.

He sat up giggling again, smiling like he used to, and we hugged, for a long time. That was the great thing about friends like Kit and Sera. No matter what happened, we could always speak up and be heard. And we could always make up.

Kit, whose mouth had finally closed, yawned with his sharp incisors catching the sun which came in through the window.

He obviously felt me petting him because his paws started to work my chest. It wasn't anything sexual, trust me, we just like to pet. We're very...touchy I guess is the right word. I didn't used to be, but with Kit it's different. I can always be myself around him.

"I see you slept good," I remarked.

He giggled. "You betcha. And sorry about the soaked fur."

I laughed. "It's fine. Got any plans today?"

He got up on one elbow, paw still on my chest, while my paw slid down near his ass. I just want to take one sentence to say, it was probably the nicest ass I had ever seen. "Well, well, Scout if asking me out on a date."

"'Hanging out'," I replied, "is different then a date. You should be familiar with the difference. Though I'm sure that we won't do everything you do when you hang out with a guy."

He lightly punched my chest. "Dick," he smiled.

We got up and each took a turn in the shower, though he wanted to go in with me saying it would be much 'faster'. I said no, but it probably would've been, he spent like thirty minutes in there. He came out, fur somewhat wet and got on a light purple v-neck and semi-tight jeans.

After he remarked on my hoodie and suggested I wear my new flannel, we headed to breakfast where we sat down with some of our friends. We chatted for a while then Kit wanted to go and everyone apparently knew where. Except for me. Kit grabbed me by the collar and hustled me away, but not before I saw Carson looking towards me with a forkful of pancake in his mouth. He smiled at me, his teeth muddied with pancake, and I waved and gave a sign with my claw pointing towards my teeth to make aware his own canines. He did, and grew a little wide eyed, quickly wiping away his teeth, giving an embarrassed smile back.

He really was adorable.

Kit ended up taking me to a clearing in the woods, with a couple fallen trees that acted like seats where some of the guys were already sitting. I know at least two of the guys here were dating, and I guessed who they were when they sat next to each other and started petting and cuddling.

Kit naturally sat next to me, on one side, and an attractive fox, silver though, sat on the other. The fox's eyes were a brilliant blue, which reminded me of the waters that surrounded a Caribbean island. He immediately turned to me and said "Hi" with a voice that was as soft as...well, something really fucking soft, his voice was amazing. It had a little bit of an accent to it. Italian? French?

"Hey," I replied. "I haven't seen you before. Are you new?"

He nodded and smiled with canines that could have blinded me if I stared too long. "Just moved here from France."

"Oh, bonjour," I smiled.

His smile grew even broader. "Tu parle français?"

I nodded. "My coach for tennis made me learn. He was from there," I clarified.

"Oh, coach for what?"

"Tennis."

"Oh, you play too?"

Now I grew visibly brighter. "Yeah, do you?"

"Yes," he smiled. "I've been playing ever since I was a pup."

We chatted about some of the players, and got into a playful argument over who we thought was better. His english was actually very good, without the hint of an accent, you would have thought he was from here. And I said something about it.

"My parents plan was to send me over here eventually, so they made me learn the language."

"Ah ok," I said, not really knowing much else to say. "Well, maybe someday we can hit some balls."

"There's a court over there, I believe," he said pointing to where most of the sports stuff went on. "I passed by first day and it looked shitty, but I'm sure we can make the most of it."

He said the last part like he wanted to say something else but I didn't press. "I don't have a racquet, though."

"It's okay, he replied, "I have three, just in case the others broke. I usually wake up and serve a few before breakfast. My ma says I should practice anytime I can."

"Well, okay then, wanna say around 4 or 5 o'clock tomorrow?"

He smiled. "Sounds like a plan."

"Oh!" I exclaimed, some of the people around me glanced my way, then went back to their conversations. "I'm Scout, by the way."

"André," he replied. "Voilà un nom très mignon."

I'm glad I had such long fur at the time, because underneath I knew my skin had turned a crimson shade. What he said roughly translated to "that is a cute name". And coming from him, well, I'm a sucker for European guys ( and, honestly, who isn't).

Kit grabbed my arm and ushered me slightly away from André who got called away by someone else. He held me there and brought me into a conversation about whether or not someone would try out dildo's or not.

Though, my attention was whisked away by a certain flicking tail. Kit's to be precise. Instead of lazy, rhythmical flicks, they were sporadic and lashing. His ears were slightly back as well.

I nudged him and he looked my way, his ears rising and tail ceasing to lash. "Are you okay?"

His ears immediately fell, and his tail arched. He nodded and gave a stern "Fine" before returning to the conversation. I didn't press, nor did I want to. When Kit got like this, it was just best to let it run it's course.

***

It was starting to get cold, the wind was picking up as well. The sky, now a dark blue, held the stars and the half oval of the moon. Someone made a fire to keep us warm, amazing how the 'searches' the teachers did before didn't bring up anything. People had started to leave an hour or so before, Kit left a few minutes ago and the conversations around me were starting to cease. André was in a deep conversation about something, and I was too tired to flick my ears in his direction. But I did notice him glance at me throughout the night.

My eyes were sagging and I felt like more people saw the inside of my mouth through yawning than I would've hoped. I kinda wished it would be through something else...

I guess I'm not the only part of your body wishing to get out...

Oh, shut up. It's been a while.

I know, poor you, putting yourself out to Brent but not getting any.

I'm too tired to argue.

Then go to bed.

I'm not getting up with this!

Just think of...Oh! Mrs. Heurdof! Her saggy-

What the fuck is wrong with you?!

...I was trying to help...

She's sixty-something! And you call me a pervert.

I was helping! And look, the leaning tower has fallen. You're welcome.

And with that "help" I did manage to lose the feeling. For that moment, I mean. I got up and said goodbye to a few people close to me, and waved goodbye to André, who smiled and waved before I could even get my paw up.

As I was walking back some of the jocks, some of Carson's friends I should add, came up from a hill hollering and punching each other playfully. Normally, that wouldn't have done it, but these guys were shirtless and...well, some were wearing bathing suits for shorts and their "equipment" shown through. Carson was amongst them, he wasn't wearing a bathing suit, but he was shirtless. And man, I could've came right then and there.

He didn't see me, and I made sure of that, by quickly walking to the cabin and getting into bed with Kit, who appeared to be fast asleep. His body shifted away from me as my weight entered the bed. I let out a heavy sigh and let my imagination run wild with erotic scenes of Carson and I, which turned into him confessing his love for me after my fur had been left quite sticky and wet by the jock.