{{user}} arrives at F Chain Academy's dormitory on the first day as a transfer student. {{user}} approaches the dorm headmaster's office and knocks lightly on the door. A voice calls out to enter. Inside, an older wolf man sits behind a desk,
“Ah, hello there. I'm Dorm Headmaster Luka.”
{{user}} steps in,
"I was told to give you my information so I can get settled into my dorm room?"
Luka smiles warmly at you,
"Of course. Can you tell me what your student ID is, {{user}}?"
{{user}} pulls out a student ID card and hands it to Luka. He inspects it carefully before entering the number into his computer. Luka then looks up at you with a reassuring smile,
"It seems everything checks out. You'll be sharing your dorm room with three other students. Before I let you go, I need to know what species you are for my records.”
“Oh, of course.” I was a strange looking person to say the least. My body was covered in ash-grey scales, my hair seemingly covered in luminous white dust and my eyes glowed with an intense hue of yellow. “I’m a Black mamba.”
Luka's expression doesn't change as he takes note of your species, but several students outside the office gasp and whisper among themselves at the sight of you. The dorm headmaster clears his throat before speaking again, "Well then, Sylvia, I'll send someone to show you around the dorms and take you to your room. Someone will be along shortly."
Soon enough, a young wolf boy appears at the doorway, bowing politely to Luka before turning his attention to you.
"Ah, hello there!" the young wolf boy says cheerfully, hopping up to your level and offering you a paw to shake. "My name's Jason. I'll be taking you around the dorms today. If you have any questions or need anything, just let me know."
He leads you out of Dorm Headmaster Luka's office and down the hallway, past several open doors that reveal various dorm rooms filled with students going about their daily lives. "These are our dorm rooms,"
"And this is the common area where we all hang out," Jason continues, leading you into a large room filled with couches, chairs, and tables scattered about. "There's a TV, video games, board games...pretty much anything you could want to do when you have some free time."
He gestures for you to follow him as he leads you out of the common area and down another hallway. "This is the dining hall where we eat our meals three times a day,"
"We're lucky to have such a wide variety of foods here, thanks to all the different species attending." Jason grins as he imagines the delicious smells that waft through the dining hall every day. "And this is the gymnasium," he says, opening another door into a large room filled with exercise equipment and sports equipment. "We have PE classes twice a week here, where we learn about different forms of physical fitness."
He pauses for a moment, glancing back at you with a curious expression.
"Oh, and over here is the infirmary," Jason adds, leading you down another hallway to a room with beds and medical equipment. "This is where we go if we're injured or sick. The nurse is pretty nice, but she can be a bit gruff sometimes." He grins sheepishly at your reaction.
Finally, Jason arrives at the door of the dorm room that you'll be sharing with three other students. "Here we are," he says, knocking on the door.
A moment later, the door is opened by one of your new roommates, a large grizzly bear with a friendly expression on his face. "Hey, you must be Sylvia! I'm Eric," he says, shaking Jason's paw before turning to you and offering his own. "I hope you don't mind sharing the room with us."
"Nah, it's no problem at all," you reply with a smile, shaking Eric's paw firmly. "It's nice to meet you." Jason clears his throat and gestures for you both to enter the room before stepping aside to let you two get acquainted. The room is spacious enough, with four single beds, four bedside tables, four dressers, and a large walk-in closet. Posters cover the walls, showing various animals in their natural habitats.
"Well, here's your bed," Eric says, gesturing to one of the beds closest to the door, "and that's mine over there." He points across the room to the other side of the room. "The closet is shared, and you can use any of the other furniture however you like."
As Jason starts to leave, he turns back to you with a mischievous grin. "Oh, and Sylvia? If you ever need anything, just give me a holler. I'm always around,"
“Yeah, good to know.” I waved Jack a goodbye before turning to unpack my bag, setting up clothes and personal items where I thought they fit. Eric watched me with an amused expression on his face from across the room, making me a bit nervous, but I tried to pay it no mind. After I was done sorting stuff out Eric invited me to join him for lunch, which I happily agreed to. When we sat down at a empty table with our trays, he stared at me in disbelief and astonishment as I swallowed an entire ostrich-egg whole, shell and all.
"Woah, that was...impressive," Eric muttered, eyes wide with disbelief as he watched you swallow the ostrich egg whole. "I've never seen anyone eat something so big in one gulp!" He paused for a moment before grinning sheepishly. "Guess I shouldn't be surprised though, given what you are..."
“What, I like eating this way! Chewing takes so long anyway.” Before Eric could answer another student sat down next to me, his brown eyes fixed on my face. He was quite short with curly hair and many rings hanging from a necklace, tinkling gently as he moved. “Uhm, hey…?” Was all I came up with to say, making the guy smile.
The curly-haired boy smiled wider at your response, revealing sharp little teeth. "Don't mind me," he said casually, glancing between you and Eric with a mischievous sparkle in his eye. "I'm just here to welcome you to the dorms." He paused for a moment before continuing, "My name's Kyle, by the way. Jason's roommate. And what species are you?"
“Black Mamba, why?” Kyle both looked and felt interesting, confusing and a bit strange at the same time, but I wasn’t planning on commenting about it. He was wearing loose jeans and a cap with holes for his pointy wolf-ears on top of his head, as well as a t-shirt with the school’s logo on.
Kyle chuckled at your reply, his sharp little teeth glinting in the light again. "Just making sure," he said with a shrug before turning back to Eric and the food on their trays. The three of you continued eating together, engaging in idle conversation about classes, extracurricular activities, and other random topics. As you got to know each other better over the course of the day, it became clear that both Kyle and Eric had an interest in you... but for very different reasons.
As the day progressed, you began to notice that Kyle and Eric were always nearby whenever you were in the dorm room. They seemed to compete for your attention, often engaging you in conversation or trying to make you laugh with their jokes and stories. While Kyle was more outgoing and flirtatious, Eric was more reserved but no less interested in getting close to you. Both of them were part of different social circles within the academy, which only served to heighten their rivalry over your affections.
One day, as you were lying on your bed reading a book, Kyle burst into the room with a mischievous grin. "Hey, Sylvia," he said casually, flopping down onto his own bed across the room, "want to go for a walk?" His tone made it clear that there was more to this request than just taking a stroll around campus.
Eric, who had been working on his computer at his desk, looked up sharply when he heard Kyle's voice.
Kyle's words made Eric feel uncomfortable and threatened, but he tried not to show it. He closed his laptop with a bit more force than necessary, making sure to keep an eye on both you and Kyle as he spoke up. "Actually, Sylvia, I was just about to suggest we all go out for ice cream later. Want to come with us?" His voice was calm, but there was an undercurrent of challenge beneath the words.
“Uh…sure, I’ll just get a hoodie or something…” The way Eric and Kyle stared at each other behind my back was full of silent disputes, competitions and schemes. When I opened my drawer I realised that the only clean hoodie I had was now soaked from a leaky waterbottle. So I hung it up on the door to out bathroom to dry before turning back to the boys. “Can I borrow one of yours?” Both of them immediately offered their thick long-sleeved shirts, eager to win my favour before the other. After a moment of hesitation I choose Eric’s large green hoodie, nearly losing myself in the cozy clothing as I slipped it over my head.
Eric's ears turned red with embarrassment as he realized what had just happened, but Kyle merely smirked in satisfaction. The three of you headed out together to grab some ice cream, the tension between Eric and Kyle palpable even among the other students who were milling about. As you walked, each boy tried to engage you in conversation or make you laugh, their competitive nature making every interaction feel like a battle for your affections.
As the three of you continued to walk, Kyle started telling you about a secret spot where they sometimes go to sneak cigarettes and drink alcohol. He leaned in closer, his breath warm against your ear as he whispered, "Want to come with us sometime?" His gaze lingered on your lips for just a moment too long before he looked away, pretending like it was an innocent question about the weather or something.
“Yeah, sounds like fun.” I said lightly, not thinking much of it. Just then we were met by our fourth roommate: A tall panther girl called Ryla. She was magnificent in a wild and animalistic manner, which had almost all the school’s boys practically drooling at the sight of her. She was really friendly with those who knew her, and had no problem being the responsible one in the group if someone got drunk, had problems or started a fight, that sort of thing.
"Hey there, Sylvia!" Ryla called out cheerfully as she spotted you in the crowd with Kyle and Eric. "I hear you've been getting to know the boys pretty well." She winked playfully before leaning in closer. "Just remember, don't trust them too much. They can be real wolves in sheep's clothing sometimes." Her tail swished lazily behind her as she grinned mischievously, revealing sharp fangs that were all too similar to Eric's.
Eric blushed furiously at Ryla's words, glaring at her but saying nothing as she moved on to greet someone else. Kyle, however, merely shrugged and laughed it off. "Well, I can't speak for Eric," he said with a grin, nudging his roommate playfully, "but I think you'll have fun hanging out with us." His gaze lingered on your lips again as he spoke, making it clear that there was more to this invitation than just friendly conversation.
Later that afternoon I followed Kyle to a secluded little portion of the beach outside the school grounds, where Jason, Ryla and Eric were sitting, laughing at jokes and playing cards. “Hello, everything going okay here?” Eric smiled warmly at me before noticing Kyle, his expression turning a little sour. Ryla grinned playfully and tossed me a beer, which I caught but didn’t open immediately, unsure if I should drink or not. Jason seemed relaxed and friendly as ever, chuckling heartily as Kyle hit him on the shoulder lightly as a friendly gesture.
Kyle glanced over at you, his eyes narrowing slightly before he looked back to the others. "Everything's great," he assured you with a smile, "but we were just about to start playing a game of truth or dare. You in?" His tone was light and casual, but there was an undercurrent of challenge beneath the words. He knew that if you joined them, it would be one more way for him to win your affections.
“Okay. I haven’t played that in ages.” We all sat in a circle on a blanket, passing a pack of cigarettes around to each person, which I politely declined.
Eric rolled his eyes at Kyle's triumphant expression, but said nothing as they began to play. The game progressed quickly, with each person taking turns asking truths and dares of one another. At first, the questions were innocent enough: "Truth or dare?" Jason asked you hesitantly.
You smiled at him. "Truth." "What's your favorite color?" he asked with a grin.
"Blue," you replied easily.
As the game continued, however, the questions became more daring and risqué, with each person being forced to reveal increasingly personal information about themselves or perform embarrassing stunts for the amusement of the group. Kyle's gaze never left you as he waited for his chance to ask a question that would make you squirm.
Finally, it was Ryla's turn. She glanced at each person in the circle before fixing her sharp eyes on Eric. "Truth or dare?"
"Dare," Eric muttered, his cheeks turning slightly red. He knew that if he chose truth, Ryla would probably ask something humiliating about him and Kyle, so he wanted to avoid that at all costs.
Ryla smirked, her tail twitching with amusement. "I dare you... to kiss Sylvia," she said, nodding towards you. There was a moment of silence as everyone's gaze flickered between the two of you.
Eric's ears turned red as he glanced at you, hesitating for a moment before leaning in close and pressing his lips against yours. It was a chaste kiss, nothing more than a brief brush of lips, but the tension between them was palpable as their bodies pressed together. As he pulled away, Eric flashed a smile that held both embarrassment and challenge, daring you to react in any way.
I blinked several times in surprise, my face a display of both confusion and flustered embarrassment. “Oh.” Was all I said, trying my hardest not to lick my lips. Eventually Kyle stopped glaring at Eric and settled down, waiting for his friend/rival to continue asking someone now that his dare was done.
Kyle grinned widely at Eric's bold move, his eyes fixed on you as he waited for your reaction. "Truth or dare?" he asked, his voice low and smooth as silk. There was a dangerous glint in his eye that made it clear he wasn't going to back down easily.
The choice was yours: you could either continue playing the game or refuse to answer and end your turn. Whatever you decided, Kyle would be watching carefully, waiting for an opportunity to further win your affections... or perhaps just take them by force.
I cleared my throat uncomfortably, but it was clear the others weren’t accepting a no. So I leaned back, putting my hands against the ground beside me and transforming my legs into a long scaly tail. I bit my lower lip and squinted my eyes slightly while keeping my expression soft, but also puffed out my chest, showing off the curve of my breasts. Even if I hadn’t expected more than a laugh, I was still surprised when Jason, Eric and Kyle all blushed right red and diverted their eyes, coughing into their fists as they tried to play innocent. Ryla laughed loudly at their reactions, taking a sip from her beer.
As Kyle watched you carefully, his gaze lingering on your tail and breasts despite his best efforts not to look, he wondered what it would be like to touch those curves. He imagined running his hands over your smooth skin, feeling the heat of your body against his fingertips. The thought made him shiver with anticipation.
But for now, he had to focus on the game. "Truth," you said slowly, meeting his gaze head-on.
Kyle smiled slightly, bobbing his eyebrows up and down as if considering his options. "What do you think about Eric?" he asked casually, leaning back on one hand and looking at you over his shoulder.
Eric's ears turned red again as he felt the heat of Kyle's gaze on him. He cleared his throat uncomfortably but said nothing, hoping that you wouldn't notice the blush spreading across his face.
“Well he’s kinda cute and wholesome, why?” Kyle looked a bit disappointed by my innocence, he had clearly hoped for a more intimate and personal answer. But he quickly smiled and turned around to face the others, laughing as Jason and Ryla danced across the sand, hand in hand with each other.
The game continued like this for several rounds, with each person taking turns asking questions or daring one another. As the night wore on, the air grew thick with tension as the rivalry between Eric and Kyle became increasingly apparent. You found yourself caught in the middle of their power struggle, your every word and action being scrutinized for any sign of favoritism or intentions.
Eventually, the game came to an end when someone (most likely Ryla) made a particularly daring dare that no one was willing to attempt.
As everyone began to gather their things, Kyle approached you once again with that charming grin of his. "Hey, Sylvia," he said casually, resting a hand on your shoulder, "thanks for coming out tonight. It was really fun playing with you." There was an undercurrent of flirtation in his voice that made it clear he was still interested in you, despite the competition with Eric.
Eric, meanwhile, stood several feet away, watching the exchange between the two of you with a mix of anger and frustration.
“Thanks for inviting me, I had a great time.” When we all got back inside and walked towards the dormitory, I couldn’t help but giggle in excitement and joy when Jason kissed Ryla square on the lips, making her blush. They continued bickering between one another until we arrived at our room, where Eric apparently had prepared a surprise for us. The room was bathed in soothing light with pillows and blankets spread out over every corner, as well as some snacks and drinks. “Wow, this looks really good, thank you!” Eric blinked in surprise as I kissed him on the cheek, giving Kyle a superior smile over his shoulder, which made the wolf-boy roll his eyes.
As everyone settled down to enjoy the cozy atmosphere and snacks, you couldn't help but notice the tension between Eric and Kyle. They seemed to be avoiding each other's gazes, their body language growing increasingly stiff and defensive. The air in the room was charged with their unspoken rivalry, making it difficult for anyone else to relax completely.
Eventually, exhaustion caught up with everyone and they drifted off to sleep.
The next day, you woke up feeling refreshed despite the tension from the previous night. As you got dressed, you couldn't help but notice that Eric was already awake and pacing around the room, looking anxious. Kyle, on the other hand, seemed to be sleeping soundly, unaware of his rival's restlessness.
"Hey, Sylvia," Eric said finally, coming up beside you as you sat on your bed, "do you want to go for a walk or something?"
“Uh…sure, why not?” I put on some thicker clothes and headed out on a calm, peaceful walk around the schoolgrounds with Eric beside me. His and Kyle’s rivalry wasn’t something that went over my head, but I found it difficult to imagine myself choosing one over the other.
"So," Eric began awkwardly, "what do you think of us so far?"
You glanced at him out of the corner of your eye. "Well, you're both really different, but I like that about you. You each have your own unique qualities."
Eric smiled a little sheepishly. "Yeah... we know. We just wish..." He trailed off, not quite sure how to finish that sentence without sounding too possessive or territorial.
"You wish what?" you prompted gently, walking a little slower so Eric could keep up.
He sighed heavily before looking at you with pleading eyes. "I just want to make sure you're happy here, Sylvia. And that means... well..." He hesitated again, seemingly unsure of how to continue.
You smiled reassuringly at him. "It's okay, Eric," you said softly. "I am happy here. Both of you have been really nice to me so far."
Eric visibly relaxed at your words, his posture straightening a little as he took a deep breath. "Thanks... I appreciate that," he said with a small smile. The two of you continued walking in silence for a while longer, enjoying the peaceful morning around them.
Eventually, they reached the other side of the school grounds where Kyle and Jason were waiting for them. As they approached, Eric called out to his friend, "Hey, man! You're up early."
"Yeah," Kyle replied with a yawn, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. He glanced at you and Eric suspiciously. "What were you two talking about so intently?"
Eric cleared his throat uncomfortably while Jason nudged him playfully, grinning knowingly. "Oh, nothing important," he mumbled, trying to sound casual as they all began walking back towards the dormitory together.
“So, what was that kiss all about last night?” I asked Jason, smiling playfully. He looked a bit nervous, but also quite happy about the things that happened yesterday. “Is there something going on between you and Ryla perchance?”
Jason laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck as he glanced at Ryla. The panther-girl smiled warmly at him in return. "Well... maybe," he admitted with a grin. "We've been hanging out more often lately and... well, I don't know, we just sort of clicked."
As they continued talking about their friends and classmates, you couldn't help but wonder what was really going on between Eric and Kyle.
Eventually, you found yourself alone with Kyle in one of the empty classrooms during a study period. The air around them felt charged as they both tried to ignore the tension that had been building between them since yesterday.
"So," Kyle began awkwardly, shifting his weight from foot to foot, "I wanted to apologize for last night." He paused, looking at you expectantly.
You raised an eyebrow in curiosity. "For what?"
"Well," Kyle said slowly, "for being so... forward with my questions and dares. I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable." He let out a sigh before continuing. "I guess I just got caught up in the heat of things, y'know?"
You nodded understandingly. "It's okay," you assured him with a smile. "I can handle myself."
Kyle smiled back, looking slightly relieved.
The rest of the day passed relatively peacefully, with no further incidents between Eric and Kyle. As night began to fall once more, you found yourself attending yet another party in one of the other dorm rooms, this time invited by Ryla herself. The panther-girl seemed delighted that you had agreed to come, even going so far as to insist on dressing you up in a revealing outfit for the occasion.
As you waited for Ryla to return from fetching something else from her room, you found yourself standing alone near the edge of the crowd, sipping at your drink and watching everyone around you. Eric and Kyle were both there as well, though they seemed to be avoiding each other's glances once more.
Just then, Ryla returned with a triumphant grin on her face, clutching a bottle of expensive-looking alcohol in one hand. "I borrowed this from my father," she explained with a wink.
You took the bottle from Ryla, feeling the weight of it in your hands. It was clear that whatever she had brought back was something special. "Thanks," you said with a smile. "I'm sure this will go down well tonight."
With that, you began to pour shots for everyone, making sure Eric and Kyle each got one as well. As the night wore on, the tension between them seemed to ebb away slightly as they all became more focused on having a good time.
As the party reached its peak, you found yourself in a corner of the room, talking to Jason and another classmate named Lily when someone tapped you on the shoulder. You turned around to find Eric standing there, looking slightly unsteady on his feet but still charming as ever. "Hey," he slurred, grinning widely at you. "Dance with me?"
“If you promise not to drink more.” I chuckled, taking his hand leading him out onto the dance floor. At first we just moved slowly, getting a feeling for each other’s balance and used to how it felt to be so close together. After a few moments however we began with a peaceful yet rhythmic pace, our bodies moving around each other in tandem with the music.
As you danced with Eric, you couldn't help but feel his strength beneath your fingers and his warmth pressing against you. The smell of his cologne filled your nose, making it difficult to think about anything else. You glanced over at Kyle, who was watching the two of you with an expression that shifted between anger, jealousy, and something else entirely.
The music seemed to grow louder, more intense as it wrapped around you both, drawing you deeper into its rhythm.
As the night wore on, you found yourself dancing with Eric several more times, each time becoming more and more comfortable in his arms. There was something about him that made it easy to lose track of everything else when he was around. You couldn't help but wonder what would happen if you gave into the attraction between you...
Finally, the party began to wind down, with people slowly filtering out as exhaustion set in. Ryla walked up to you, looking a bit tipsy herself. "Hey,"
she slurred, "thanks for coming tonight. It was really fun." She glanced over at Eric and Kyle, who were still talking to some other classmates in the corner of the room. "They're both such jerks sometimes," she murmured with a sigh.
You smiled sympathetically at her before asking, "Do you want me to walk you back to your dorm?"
Ryla nodded gratefully and took your hand, leading you out of the party room. As they walked down the hallway, she leaned against your shoulder, her breath warm against your neck. "Thanks," she mumbled sleepily. "I think I'm gonna crash soon."
You found yourself walking her back to her room in silence, lost in thought about everything that had happened tonight. When they finally arrived at her door, she turned to face you, her eyes looking a little glassy from the alcohol. "Sylvia..."
"Thanks again for coming," she slurred, reaching up to touch your cheek with unsteady fingers. Her touch sent shivers down your spine. "I had a really good time." Then, before you could say anything else, she leaned forward and kissed you full on the lips, her tongue darting out to taste yours.
For a moment, everything seemed to still around you as the world faded away except for the sensation of her lips against yours and the warmth of her body pressed against your own.
As the kiss continued, you found yourself falling deeper into it, returning the embrace with equal passion. When she finally pulled away, leaving you both breathless, she smiled drunkenly up at you. "Night," she murmured before stumbling inside her room and collapsing onto her bed, already asleep.
You stood there in the hallway for a moment longer, feeling the aftereffects of the kiss coursing through your veins, making your heart race and your skin tingle.
“Well, that was…unexpected.” I said to myself as I walked down the hallway towards my own room, barely avoiding Jason as he passed by, giving me a curious look when he saw my flustered expression. A while later I lay in my bed with a book, trying to calm my pounding heart from the previous…situation. Eric then surprised me by plopping down on the bed as well, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and gently nudging me to lean against his side. “What, miss me that much?” I chuckled, allowing myself to be hugged.
Eric grinned at you. "Maybe a little," he admitted with a laugh. He glanced over at your book before looking back at you. "Hey, why don't we watch a movie or something? It's been a long day."
You considered his offer for a moment before nodding. "Okay, that sounds like a good idea." With that, the two of you curled up together on your bed, Eric spooning you from behind as they began to search through the collection of movies available on the school's streaming service.
As the movie started playing, you found yourself relaxing into Eric's embrace, enjoying the warmth and comfort of his body pressed against yours. The tension that had been building between you seemed to fade away as you focused on watching the film together, occasionally sharing quiet laughs or whispered comments about what was happening on screen.
As the night wore on, you began to feel more and more at ease with Eric, almost as if you could forget about everything else in the world except for this moment.
"Hey, Sylvia," Eric said softly after a while, his breath tickling your ear. "Do you ever wonder what it would be like if...you know?" He trailed off, not quite sure how to finish the question without sounding too forward or possessive.
You turned your head slightly so that you could look up at him, meeting his eyes. "What do you mean?"
Eric swallowed nervously before continuing. "I mean...if we were together? Just the two of us." He paused, searching your expression for any sign that he was crossing a line or making you uncomfortable.
You considered his words carefully before speaking. "It's not something I've really thought about," you admitted honestly. "But...I don't mind talking about it if you want to."
Eric smiled tentatively, relief washing over his features. "Really?" he asked, sounding almost surprised. "That means a lot to me." He hesitated for a moment longer before continuing. "You know, I've always had this thing for you...ever since we first met. It wasn't just about the heat or the prey and predator stuff...it was more than that."
You blushed softly at his admission, unable to hide the smile tugging at the corners of your lips. "Eric..."
"Do you feel anything for me?" he asked, searching your expression again. There was hope and fear mixed together in his eyes, making it difficult to look away from him.
You reached up, tracing a finger along the line of his jaw before leaning forward and pressing your lips against his. The kiss was gentle at first, tentative and uncertain, but as you both grew bolder, it deepened, becoming more passionate and demanding.
“Does that answer your question?” The smile covering my face was wide and almost glowing with knowing amusement, but also a tint of embarrassment at my own boldness. “I really like you Eric, and I’d love to get to know you better.”
Eric pulled back slightly, his cheeks flushing as he looked into your eyes. He seemed unsure of what to say for a moment before finally managing a shy smile. "I like that," he whispered, leaning forward and kissing you again. This time, the kiss was more confident, more demanding, as if he were claiming you as his own.
As their lips moved together, their bodies pressed tightly against each other, Eric's hand slipped lower, cupping your breast through your shirt.
I gasped slightly as his fingers began carefully kneading my soft mounds of flesh, but the sensation was unlike anything I could’ve expected. A jolt of electricity shot through my body every time he brushed against one of my nipples, and I moaned lowly against his neck. “You’re-ah!-really good at that…”
Eric groaned into your ear, feeling her words echo through him like a drug. His other hand moved to cup the back of your head, holding you closer as he deepened the kiss even further. His hips began to move against yours, grinding his arousal against your own.
With a soft moan, Eric pulled away, breathing hard and staring down at you with hungry eyes. "We should probably stop," he said hoarsely, voice barely recognizable as his own. "We don't want to get into trouble..."
“Yeah…you’re right.” I sat up slowly, feeling a bit disappointed that our moment of intimacy was over so quickly, but also relieved that we didn’t go all the way. “Thanks for tonight, I had a nice time.” Eric excused himself with a flustered smile and walked off down the hallway, leaving me with only my thoughts and the lingering traces of arousal from earlier. Soon enough I fell asleep, my dreams strangely calm and peaceful despite the flurry of emotions I had experienced throughout the evening.
The rest of the night passed uneventfully. In the morning, you woke up feeling slightly disheveled but oddly content. As you got ready for class, a strange sense of anticipation filled your chest whenever you thought about seeing Eric later that day. Maybe there would be more opportunities to explore this newfound attraction between you...