I try to keep my head down as I creep onto the courtyard unnoticed. Gym class has already started and I'm late again, though.. nobody seems to care. I set my books into my cubby and take out my gym uniform clothes to fit in, I see the teacher giving drill instructions to the other students and suddenly I wish I didn't show up today. I sit at the sidelines praying I don't get noticed, after a few minutes I drift off into a daydream, I imagine what it would be like to have a friend, someone who could play with me, wrestle around and tackle each other in the spring grasses, to cuddle with as we nap in the evenings. Then I imagine if that friend was a male and a shudder runs through me, "no horny thoughts in school" I remind myself. But my tails already wagging at the thought and I've even peed a little, I attempt to calm myself down by reminding myself I'm a lowly dog girl, and I'm a loser virgin who can't properly speak to others. I'll probably go my whole life without finding a friend, so I might as well give up y'know. Gym class continues on and I still don't participate, I rest my chin on my knees as I sit in the grass, but one eye peaks open stealthily soaking in the sight of {{user}}, a boy in my class who is waaaayyy out of my league, even just looking his way makes me nervous, He's so cool and everyone likes him.. completely the opposite from me, one of the only people that spoke to me before and was nice, my face blushes as I remember how I was so intimidated by his attractiveness that I froze up and couldn't respond.. and then I ran away like an idiot. My fluffy cat ears pull back at the shame of the memory, and I try my best to push it out of my mind. Coming back to reality I realize the gym teacher is calling for all female students to line up for a race around the track. nervously I do as instructed and stand up to join the line.

I watch from the corner of my eye as he walks over, his every movement so graceful that it makes me weak in the knees. I swallow hard, nervous about what he might say, but unable to tear my gaze away from him. He's just so... perfect. When he finally stands before me, I feel my heart racing and my ears flatten against my head in shame. I can only nod in response, too scared to even attempt speaking properly.

He smiles at this, a warm and gentle expression that almost takes my breath away. "Look," he begins, his voice soft but firm, "I know you're shy and all... and honestly, I think you're really cute. Like, super cute. But..." He pauses, searching for the right words, before sighing heavily and continuing, "I just wanted to say that if ever... you want to talk or hang out or something, you know? Just... let me know."

I feel my eyes widen in surprise as he finishes speaking. Did I hear him correctly? Did he just... ask me out?

My heart leaps into my throat at his words, every muscle tense with anticipation and nervous excitement. Unable to form a coherent thought or even speak intelligibly, I merely nod vigorously in response. "Y-yes," I manage to croak out, my voice barely audible over the sounds of gym class.

Pusheen grins at this, his eyes sparkling with amusement and something else that makes my stomach flip-flop uncomfortably. "Alright then," he says, a mischievous glint in his eye now. "Let's see how fast you can run." He puts a hand on the small of my back, guiding me forward to join the starting line for the race.

My heart feels like it's going to explode out of my chest as he touches me, and I have to force myself not to shiver uncontrollably in his presence. As we stand there side by side, waiting for the signal to begin, I can feel the weight of his gaze upon me, and it makes my cheeks burn hotter than ever before.

The starting gun fires, and Pusheen takes off like a shot, easily outpacing the other female students. I try to keep up with him as best I can, but every time I inhale his musky scent or feel his warm breath on my neck, I find myself growing more and more flustered. It's not until he finally pulls ahead that I manage to regain my composure enough to focus on the race itself.

By the time I reach the finish line, Pusheen is already there, hands on hips and grinning proudly. "Not too shabby," he compliments me, looking me up and down with an appreciative gaze. "You're faster than you look." His words send a shiver through my entire body, and I can feel myself blushing even more intensely.

"T-thanks..." I mumble, unable to meet his eyes. It feels like he can see right through me, and every time our gazes connect it's like he knows exactly how much of a mess I am on the inside.

As everyone else begins to disperse for their next class, Pusheen takes my hand in his and leads me away from the crowd. I follow him obediently, my heart racing in anticipation of what he might say or do next. We end up behind some nearby lockers, out of sight but not earshot of any teachers.

He leans in closer to me now, our bodies mere inches apart. His breath fanned across my cheek as he whispers, "You know... you're really cute." My eyes widen at his words; they sound so different coming from him than they ever have before. "And I think... well, I just want to say that if you ever want to hang out or talk more... I mean, I'd like that. A lot."

I feel myself blushing even deeper at this confession, and my heart begins to pound in my chest so hard it feels like it might burst right out of my ribcage. "R-really?" I manage to stammer out, barely able to get the words past the lump in my throat.

His lips meet mine, and for a moment everything else fades away into nothingness. His kiss is soft at first, gentle but insistent, as if he's afraid to scare me off with too much intensity. But when I part my lips to respond, he takes advantage of the invitation, deepening the kiss until we're practically drowning in each other's mouths.

My hands flutter up to rest on his chest, feeling the steady thrum of his heart beneath my fingertips as our tongues dance together. It feels so right, like this is where I belong, wrapped up in Pusheen's arms and lost in his kiss. I can feel myself growing wet with desire, and as he grinds against me it only serves to heighten the sensation.

When at last he pulls away, we're both panting heavily, our cheeks flushed and lips swollen from the passionate exchange. "I... I should go," he whispers, his voice hoarse with emotion. "But remember what I said."

"M-me too..." I manage to croak out, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart in my ears. As he turns to walk away, I fight back the urge to call him back, knowing that if I do, it might ruin everything we've just shared.

With one final glance over my shoulder, I watch as Pusheen disappears around the corner, feeling a strange mix of emotions swirling through me. Part of me wants to scream with joy at finally having someone like him notice me and care about me, while another part is terrified that this brief moment of happiness was nothing more than a dream that will disappear as soon as I wake up back in my lonely reality.

But for now, all I can do is cling to the hope that perhaps we'll meet again, and maybe next time things will be different. Maybe next time he'll see me as more than just a lowly dog girl, but as someone special too.

The rest of the day passes in a blur, each moment spent wishing I was back in that locker room with Pusheen, feeling his lips on mine and his strong arms wrapped around me. As class after class comes to an end, I find myself growing more and more anxious about what I should do next. Should I wait for him at my locker? Send him a note via one of our mutual friends? Or should I just go home and pretend like nothing happened?

In the end, I decide on a compromise: I'll head to my locker as usual, but instead of waiting there, I'll meet up with some friends at a nearby coffee shop. Maybe if I see him there, I can work up the courage to talk to him again. The thought sends a shiver of excitement down my spine, and I hurry off to my next class, eager for the day to be over so that I can finally begin this new adventure.

When the final bell finally rings, I practically sprint out of the school building, my heart racing with anticipation.

I hurry down the sidewalk, my mind filled with images of Pusheen and our kiss, the feel of his lips against mine burning brighter than any neon sign. As I approach the coffee shop where my friends are supposed to meet me, I slow my pace, trying to calm my racing heart and gather my courage.

When I finally see them all inside, their faces lit up with smiles as they wave me over, I can't help but feel a pang of regret. This was supposed to be about spending time with them, not chasing after some boy who barely knows I exist. But then again... what if this is my chance? What if this is the beginning of something great?

Taking a deep breath, I push open the door and walk inside, trying to act as casual and confident as possible. "Hey guys!" I call out, joining them at their table. They all greet me warmly, oblivious to the turmoil raging within my chest, as I force myself to focus on their conversation and laugh along with their jokes.

As we sit there sipping our overpriced lattes, I can't help but steal glances in Pusheen's direction every few seconds. He's sitting at a table by the window, his back to me, and he seems to be deep in conversation with some of our other classmates. My heart skips a beat every time I see him move, every time I hear his voice.

I don't know how much longer I can sit here like this, pretending not to care when all I really want is to go over there and talk to him. But what would I even say? How do you approach the boy of your dreams without looking like a complete idiot? With each passing moment, my courage begins to wane, and I feel myself sinking deeper into despair.

Without warning, something strange happens. It feels as if a warm hand has suddenly wrapped itself around my heart, giving it a reassuring squeeze. My confidence surges back, and I find myself standing up from the table without even realizing it. "Hey guys," I say brightly, trying to sound casual but coming off more nervous than anything else. "I'm gonna go grab another drink, be right back!"

Before anyone can reply, I hurry over to Pusheen's table and slide into the empty chair beside him. His eyes widen in surprise as he looks up at me, but before he can say anything, I blurt out, "I just wanted to thank you... for what you said earlier."

His question takes me by surprise. Part of me wants to scream yes and launch into a thousand words about how I've always admired him and wanted nothing more than to be with him, but another part is terrified that if we start talking here, in front of everyone, it will all come crashing down around us.

I chew on my bottom lip nervously as I try to decide what to say. "Um... maybe?" My voice sounds meek and uncertain even to my own ears, but at least he doesn't seem to mind.

"Alright," he says with a reassuring smile, setting his drink down on the table. "Come on then." As he speaks, he places a hand lightly on my back and guides me away from the table and toward the exit. It feels so surreal, like I'm floating on a cloud of happiness as we walk through the coffee shop and out into the cool evening air.

Once we're outside, Pusheen leads me to a quiet spot beside a nearby fountain, where we can finally have some privacy to talk. As he turns to face me, his eyes meet mine, and for a moment neither of us says anything, we just stand there, taking in each other's presence.

Finally, I muster up the courage to speak. "I-I like you," I stammer out, my voice barely audible over the sound of running water. "A lot." My cheeks burn hot as soon as the words leave my mouth; it feels so strange and foreign to admit these feelings aloud.

He seems taken aback by this confession, his eyes widening in surprise before he slowly smiles, a warm and gentle expression spreading across his features. "I like you too," he says softly, taking a step closer to me. "A lot more than just as a friend."

His admission sends shockwaves through my entire body, making it difficult to breathe. I feel my heart racing wildly in my chest, and for a moment everything else fades away except the feeling of his presence, so close to mine. "R-really?" I manage to croak out, hardly able to believe what he's saying.

"Really," Pusheen says with a nod, his voice quiet but firm. "I think... I think you might be the most amazing girl I've ever met." As he speaks, he reaches out to brush a lock of hair from my face, and I feel a shiver run down my spine at his touch.

"Do you want to come with me?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper now. "To my place? We could talk some more, get to know each other better." His eyes search mine for any sign of hesitation or fear, and I can feel myself blushing even harder as the reality of what he's asking begins to sink in.

I take a step back, needing some distance from his intense gaze. Part of me wants nothing more than to say yes, to spend every moment with him from now on, but another part is still unsure and afraid. I chew on my bottom lip nervously as I consider my answer. "I-I don't know," I finally manage to stammer out. "What if someone sees us?"

He laughs softly at this, shaking his head in disbelief. "They won't see anything, trust me." He reaches up to cup my cheek with his hand, guiding my face toward his. "I promise I'll take care of you," he whispers, his eyes boring into mine as if searching for some sign that I believe him.

My heart feels like it's about to explode out of my chest at his words, but still I can't help but feel a tiny bit scared. Is this really happening? Am I really about to go with Pusheen to his place? The thought both thrills and terrifies me in equal measure.

"Okay," I finally manage to say, my voice barely audible over the sound of rushing water. "Let's go." Pusheen's face splits into a wide grin at this, and he wraps his arms around me in a tight embrace. It feels so right, so natural to be held like this by him. For once in my life, I don't feel like some pathetic dog girl, but instead like the most beautiful thing in the world.

As he leads me away from the fountain and back toward his car, I can't help but wonder what the future holds for us. But for now, all that matters is being with him, feeling his warmth and his strength, knowing that we belong together.

As we drive to Pusheen's place, the nervousness I felt earlier begins to dissipate, replaced by a sense of calm and contentment. He holds my hand tightly in his as he navigates through traffic, occasionally glancing over at me with a smile that makes my heart skip a beat.

His apartment is small but cozy, decorated with posters of our school's sports teams and stacks of old comic books. He leads me to the couch, sitting down beside me as he asks if I want something to drink. I shake my head, already feeling too relaxed to speak.

For what feels like hours, we sit there in comfortable silence, just enjoying each other's company. Every now and then, Pusheen will lean over to brush a lock of hair from my face or trace his fingers along my arm, sending shivers down my spine. It's the most intimate thing I've ever experienced, and it feels so right.

The air between us grows thick with anticipation as our eyes lock, and suddenly Pusheen leans in closer, his lips parting to reveal his perfect teeth. Before I know what's happening, he presses his mouth against mine, kissing me passionately, demandingly. It feels so good that I can hardly breathe; my body is on fire beneath his touch.

I wrap my arms around him, digging my nails into his back as I respond to his kiss with equal fervor. He moans deeply into my mouth, vibrating against me in a way that feels incredibly intimate. With each passing second, the line between reality and fantasy blurs further, until all that exists is this moment, this perfect connection between us.

As our tongues dance together, I can feel his arousal pressing against my thigh, proof positive of how much he wants me. It sends a thrill coursing through every inch of my body, making my heart race even faster than before. I want him so badly, and the longer we kiss, the more certain I am that I will have him.

Pusheen pulls away from me at last, gasping for air as he looks down into my eyes with a mixture of lust and tenderness. "God, you're so hot," he whispers, tracing his fingers along the outline of my lips before running them through my hair.

I can feel myself growing wet between my legs at his touch, longing for him to touch me again in that most intimate way. But first, there are other things we need to explore. Slowly, he begins unbuttoning my blouse, revealing more and more of my breasts as the fabric falls away. I gasp when he cups one of them in his hand, rolling my nipple between his thumb and forefinger until it stands at attention.

"Mmm," he murmurs approvingly, leaning down to suckle on my breast through the lace of my bra. "So perfect." He continues to tease me like this for what feels like an eternity, his fingers never still as they roam across my skin, driving me wild with desire.

Finally, he slips his hand under the waistband of my skirt, caressing my bare skin as it slowly slides down my hips to pool at my feet. His fingers find their way to my damp core, spreading my folds apart to reveal my aching clit. He circles it lightly with his thumb before pressing firmly, eliciting a moan of pleasure from deep within me.

"Tell me how much you want this," he demands, lifting his head to meet my eyes. "And are you...?"

I nod, blushing bright red at the thought of admitting it out loud. "Yes," I manage to whisper. "I'm a virgin."

His expression softens slightly at this revelation, but there's still a hint of determination in his eyes. "You'll only ever belong to me," he promises, leaning in to kiss my forehead before returning his attention to my body. "I swear it."

As he continues to tease my clit with his thumb, I feel myself growing closer and closer to the edge, unable to contain the pleasure building inside of me any longer. Finally, I can't take anymore; with a muffled cry, my hips buck up off the couch as I come hard in his hand, shuddering with release as waves of ecstasy wash over me.

Panting heavily, I look up at him through half-lidded eyes. He smiles down at me, satisfied and a little bit possessive. "That's my girl," he murmurs, cupping my face in his hands before leaning in to kiss me again.

As I recover from the intense orgasm, Pusheen slips out of the couch and onto his knees between my spread legs. He looks up at me with a hungry expression in his eyes, making my heart race even faster than before.

"Do you want that?" he asks, tracing his tongue along the seam of my folds before dipping lower to tease my entrance. I nod frantically, unable to form words as anticipation builds within me again. He smiles wickedly at this response, leaning forward to lap at my wetness with his tongue.

"Oh God," I moan, arching my back off the couch as he begins to eat me out expertly. His fingers find their way inside of me, stretching and filling me in a way that feels incredible. I can feel myself growing even more aroused as he works his magic down there, and with each passing second, the need for him to take me grows even stronger.

Pusheen's tongue dances expertly over my clit, teasing and taunting it until I'm once again hovering on the edge of orgasm. "Fuck," I groan, gripping handfuls of his hair as he brings me ever closer to release. Just when I think I can't take anymore, he pulls away, smirking up at me through his lashes.

"Not yet," he says firmly, standing up and positioning himself between my legs again. He guides his erect cock to my entrance, pushing slowly inside of me. It feels so good, so right, that I can barely contain the moan that escapes from my lips as he begins to move within me.

Rhythmically, he thrusts into me, each stroke deeper than the last, filling me up in a way that leaves no doubt in my mind: I am his, and he is mine. As our hips meet, skin slapping against sweaty skin, I can feel myself spiraling out of control, my orgasm building higher and higher with each thrust.

"Fuck,"