Catch and Release
A stranger, is a friend you have not spoken to yet, the fortune cookie read. It was the last of the afternoon's lunch, carefully stuffed away in a pocket for when Amelia needed to nibble something to get her mind off things.
"... Hmph. What a load of rubbish," she sighed. She crumpled up the scrap of paper and stuffed it absentmindedly in her pocket. She looked in the tall glass library windows, which she'd been standing outside of for the past half-hour on a Friday night. Quiet. She looked down the hallway. Quieter.
Everyone but me has somewhere to be, she thought. That's the way I wanted it, but...
All she could think about was the greyhound inside the library, the one she'd been waiting for. His warm, hazel eyes. The way he smiled at her over the desk every day. His strong hands, so much unlike her own delicate, small-clawed hands. The moment she saw him she was struck by the desire to get closer, to feel fur-on-fur contact again.
She'd avoided that temptation ever since coming to South Springs University. Amelie didn't want to be one of those vixens who were all breasts and no brain, not even when heat began to creep back into her thoughts and between her legs, when she should have been thinking about finals in two weeks.
And yet here she was, waiting for a boy she barely knew. All she knew was that his name was Dale, he played in chess club, and he came to Minnesota from all the way down south in Arizona. That she couldn't stop thinking about how he must smell, how he must taste.
The door opened for the third time that evening, and Dale stepped out. Polite as always, he didn't even comment on her wide-eyes and rosy blush. He just smiled and tipped his South Springs hat. "Closing time. You know what they say, you don't have to go home, but you can't--
"You, uh..." Everything Amelie had carefully memorized as the perfect, most sensible things to say vanished.
Dale raised an eyebrow, his back to her as he locked the doors. "Eh?"
She noticed he looked tired, tense. End-of-the-semester tense. Just the way she felt, but not for the same reasons.
You've got this. She cleared her throat. "Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." When he laughed it off, she smiled, too. "You want to grab a coffee or something? There's this place right around the corner, Sweet Treats Cafe. I think they should still be open."
"I go there every day. I'd be happy to grab another cup." He looked her over, and she wished it was more lascivious than it was. "You know, I see you in here every day studying and I've never caught your name. You're a slippery one."
"It's Amelie. Amelie Ruth." She reached out a hand, they shook, and chatted on their way down to the coffee shop.
Walking in the humid spring air, unfortunately, did nothing to cool Amelie down. She ordered her coffee iced--as much as the barista could fit in the cup.
Dale watched her crunch on ice cubes, casually sipping at his own dark espresso. The seating area outside was deserted at this time on a Friday night, with everyone presumably at home in bed with someone or out on the town. Or, like a good student, at home studying.
"I'm not used to the heat around here, I guess," she admitted sheepishly when she saw his eyes on her. If only he knew. She wore perfume to cover up the scent, but she had no idea just how sensitive someone would have to be to detect it.
"With a coat like that? I'm not surprised." Now Dale's eyes were lingering.
Amelie tried not to stutter. "Y-You're from Arizona, aren't you? You're probably used to it. It's just... hard to study this time of year."
"Yeah." Dale chugged the last of his coffee, missing her implication though she doubted he missed the scent now, and looked wistfully into his cup. "Finals are coming up and I guess I've been distracted. I flew my girlfriend in here all the way from Florida over spring break--"
Amelie's heart plummeted.
"--we broke up, though," he continued. "The week after. It's not so bad, I guess."
Amelie placed a hand on his knee. "What a time to break up." Inside, she cheered.
"Ah, don't worry yourself about me." The dark cloud that had crept over his face was gone as quickly as it had come. He covered her hand with his own and squeezed.
Before she knew what she was doing, Amelie was kissing him and the heat he returned it with made her shiver. Just knowing that she wouldn't be interfering with anyone else, that he seemed to like her, was enough for her body to drown out any reason she might have come up with as to why she shouldn't.
Her hands went to his shoulders, his to her waist with a playful growl. Soon she was on his lap and feeling a sizeable bulge poking her through his jeans.
Amelie leaned back to let him kiss down her neck, and he looked up at her with a gleam in his eye.
"Here?" She giggled, sliding a hand beneath his shirt and feeling the short, bristly fur over taut muscle, glad she didn't need to say it out loud. "People eat lunch here, you pervert."
"I won't keep you until lunchtime. Just for tonight." He helped her slip out of her shirt and bra.
The cooling night air on her breasts, followed by Dale's warm mouth and tongue, made her moan. You need this, she tried to tell her racing mind while he teased her. Just this once, and then you can focus...
Amelia hadn't been fucked all year since the strain of long-distance had ended her last relationship, and she'd known that this year's heat was going to be a difficult one. There'd been nothing since but lukewarm coffee dates and a vibrator stashed beneath her bed that could never compare to the real thing.
She moaned for more, practically begged him, and she was on her back on the table faster than she could say "fuck me". Her hands fumbled to get her pants off, to pull down her panties and shove them out of the way before Dale could finish unzipping his jeans.
By the time he was gently spreading her legs and pushing against her, Amelie was practically trembling with need. She bit her lip but couldn't muffle another heady moan. Dale was happy to comply, and didn't make her wait to feel him slowly pushing into her, easing her open with slow, shallow thrusts.
Looking down, Amelie could see his cock disappearing between her legs again and again. If she'd still had her senses, she'd have been downright embarrassed about how loud she was every time Dale paused to grind his hips against hers. Anyone passing by would be able to hear and possibly even scent their mating, and see her laying with her legs spread wide for the first nice boy willing to hump her brains out.
She should have been embarrassed--she thought any sensible vixen would be--but she could feel his knot swelling and knew she couldn't stop now. The only thing she could do was work her hips up against his, kiss him and feel his tongue hot against hers, and keep going until her body said they were done. She wanted to feel him finish, to feel them tied, to feel... she didn't even know.
To ease the ache, Amelie slipped one hand down to stroke herself, teasing her lips open and rubbing her fingers against her clit until she was trembling again. Every time Dale bottomed out in her his knot came a little closer to getting stuck, and it was torture to feel how close they were. Then one of his hands joined hers, giving her the last little push she needed, and she gasped. Head thrown back, she was so caught up in her own orgasm that she barely noticed Dale's.
Dale bucked against her, shoved, and then his knot popped in. He kept rutting her even while they were tied, his expression pure bliss, until she felt his body shudder with release. She heard his lewd grunts as he pumped himself into her, the table creaking frantically beneath their weight, and her own ragged breath until he finally slowed, exhausted and spent.
Then they were both quiet, trying to catch their breath.
There was a rustling at the edge of the seating area, and Amelie's just caught sight of two giggling figures slipping away. "Oh, my god," she groaned.
"Huh?" Dale panted above her.
"W-we've got to get dressed. There must still be people out." Amelie tried to pull herself away from his swollen knot and almost slipped off the table before he caught her.
"Damn," He grunted, giving a futile tug. "Give it a minute."
Amelie looked around furtively. Neither of them had their phones out from what she'd seen, but the next couple to walk by might.
Finally, Dale was able to pull out and retrieve his clothes. Amelie's were tossed to her and she dressed hastily, keeping her ears perked for any sound. In one of the glossy windows of the coffee shop she saw her reflection, with hair and fur tousled, and absentmindedly smoothed it down.
She looked better than she had in weeks, she thought.
Dale put an arm around her. "I'll walk you back."
"Yeah, I should really hit the books."