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The fact that Kayla was so willing to play with Jon's body in such a public place as a classroom should have prepared the otter for the same eventuality when he rang the doorbell of her house, but for some reason, he was still under the impression that her actions were a rare impulse, rather than her way of life.

When she greeted him at the front door, she was back to looking like her usual, adorable self: the skirt she wore was patterned with plaid, her t-shirt was impossibly pure white, and she smiled such a wide, innocent smile that it was hard to believe she was the same person who'd toyed with his backside earlier.

"You're still the only girl I know who would wear a private school uniform while attending a public school," Jon blurted out. "Just...c-can't help noticing that."

"Hello to you too," she teased. "Thanks for giving me a minute to tidy the place up...my mom hasn't been home from her job in days, and dad stays busy all week, so it took me a little longer than it should have."

Jon shook his head. "No worries," he assured her. "I'm sure the place would have looked just fine."

"Sweet of you to say so, but trust me on this one: you should really be glad I took the time to spruce things up."

Flattered to think that someone would go out of their way to clean up the house just for him, Jon felt a bashful energy welling up inside, finally emerging as a timid smile. It widened that much more as Kayla waved him in, and shaky legs carried him past the threshold.

The door closed behind him with a dainty click , and immediately, Jon was faced with the reality that they were alone in her parent's house: he wasn't sure why the gravity took a moment to hit him, but once it did, it crashed down on him with all the dropped weight of a grand piano.

"So, your parents...a-

"Aren't here, no," Kayla reminded him. For every ounce of nervous energy that filled the otter, Kayla matched it with an amorous flair of her own, until there was no denying the sensual glaze that took her eyes. "And they won't be for a little while, anyway."

Clearly, Kayla was the kind of woman who didn't need privacy to make things happen, and based on that knowledge alone, it was no shock to Jon that her shirt was perhaps a half-size too small, or that her skirt was hiked up just enough that her inner thighs called on him to take a gander below the waist.

As much as she was putting herself on display, however, she was just a fan of making herself into a visual feast; she wasn't as worried about what Jon might do with his paws, as she was about doing something to him with her own.

"And they're okay with you, just...y'know...bringing a guy over like this?"

"If they're not around to know about it, it's not like they can be upset about it," Kayla suggested. "But even if they end up walking in, you can relax. My dad isn't a powder keg like that, and my mom would probably just curl up in her bed with a bottle of wine and a romance novel."

Jon winced. "Family problems?"

"Actually, we all make it work just fine around here," Kayla admitted, her face beaming with untimely pride. "Not to mention that I'm sure my parents would be happy to see me bringing a boy over, for once."

"...Why, exactly?"

"If you hadn't figured it out in class, I tend to be...a little intimidating for most guys to approach, but you've never really been scared of me; that, or you hide it really, really well," Kayla explained. "For what it's worth, it doesn't hurt that you're one of the sweetest guys in the class, and you're kinda cute, too."

Jon wasn't unique in that a few quick compliments would bring out his bashful nature, but to Kayla, the response of his eyes darting away and his smile twisting up with nervous delight was simply wonderful.

She took a sense of pride in thinking that she was the reason for his smile, right then...and she wanted to keep that smile on her face, no matter what it took.

"You sure you're not just saying that?"

"I wouldn't have invited you over if I was just saying that," Kayla assured him. "But after what I did earlier- and, sorry if that was a little too forward- it felt like the least I could do was invite you over and talk to you about it."

Jon kept his gaze aside at the mention of their previous interactions. "I'm not sure what there is to talk about," he said. "I guess I was flattered that you decided to do that to me, though."

"Did you like it?"

Even without looking at her, Jon could hear the grin in Kayla's voice. "Honesty is the best policy, right?"

"Especially when you're chatting with a lady, yes."

It wasn't easy for Jon to swallow a lump of nerves: it forced his response to squeak just a little. "Then, if you must know, y-yes...I probably enjoyed it a little too much."

"Good. Take off your pants."

As much as he was floored by Kayla's actions in the classroom, and as much as he could have seen this coming if he'd given it some thought, Jon was still bewildered that Kayla could be so aggressive; it was as if he wasn't convinced by her sneaky grin, her revealing clothes and her previous actions.

Somehow, it wasn't until she said the words that he felt like she was interested in another shot at his rump...but he could tell that she wasn't kidding, just by the narrowed eyes she cast upon him.

"But w-what about your parents? What if they come through the door right now?"

"We've got at least an hour to relax and enjoy ourselves, and I know you didn't get your fill in the classroom," Kayla claimed. "Frankly, neither did I, and I figured this would be a good opportunity for us to help each other out and have a little fun while doing it."

Her intentions were perhaps the purest thing about her approach, but she wasn't trying to use Jon: he could gather that much. She was so direct that it was almost off-putting, but her gaze continued to sucker him in, little by little, until he knew he was going to break down and give her what she wanted eventually.

It was only a matter of time, and even then, his paws were already coming to rest on his belt.

"You, uh...y-you promise to cover for me if you dad does decide to show up out of the blue?"

For the first time since he arrived, Kayla was dishonest, even if it was in the slightest. "I'll keep an eye on the walk and let you know if he's coming up so you can run to the bathroom," she offered, but even as the words left her mouth, she knew she wasn't going to be paying her father any mind.

She was more concerned with keeping Jon's mind off of such things, and focused on the task at hand, but she couldn't get started until he finished fumbling with his belt and tugging down at his zipper.

"Pretty sure he'll still kill me if he sees me coming out and sees you naked on the couch, but...if you're sure..."

"Who said anything about me getting naked?" Kayla asked. "I wasn't planning on taking anything off..."

Somehow, that made the entire moment less believable, but that much more exciting to Jon: he would have denied any of the arousal he felt, but there was already a little extra vitality in his shaft at the idea of such a beautiful girl teasing and toying with his flesh.

She was looking right at it as his boxers followed his pants to the floor, and the timely path of her tongue over her lips was no mistake.

Jon pondered bringing up the aspect of fairness between them, but seeing how tight her outfit was, he didn't have to use much imagination to see past it, and he was a hint too shy to ask her to play fair in the first place.

All along, she'd been playing with an advantage, and as she took a seat on the couch and patted her lap, she knew she could keep that advantage, so long as she played nice with her classmate.

"Should...should I take off the shirt, too?"

Kayla nodded. "You've already gone this far, haven't you? Might as well show off the whole package for me."

It wasn't in a slow, amorous striptease...but instead a slow, nervous tug that brought the garment up over his head. Another nod from Kayla pushed it out of his grasp and to the floor, and for a moment, he struggled to fight the instinct to reach down and cover what parts of his body he could.

Her instincts moved faster, as she patted her lap once more and narrowed her gaze on him like she'd been waiting for that moment her whole life.

"You sure I'm not gonna crush you?" he asked, knowing full well that he was of too slender a form to do that. "Or that you'll be comfortable, at least?"

"Well, I'm getting a little chilly, and I don't have a blanket on the couch with me...so I guess you'll just have to come warm me up the old-fashioned way, won't you?"

With just enough time to set things up in her house, Kayla had a chance to think of everything.

Kinda wish you did have a blanket, so we could at least cover up when your parents got home, Jon thought. He knew that he'd lose track of time if Kayla did anything like she had in the classroom, and as much as he was looking forward to cuddling with her, he could already guess that she wasn't going to stop at something so modest.

"Apologies in advance if I'm not warm enough," Jon offered, but he was plenty warm to the touch as he climbed onto the side of the couch. He didn't even bother trying to sit next to her: he knew that wasn't what she had in mind. "How, uh..."

"Flat on your back, across my lap. That's where I need it the most."

The otter hardly knew that he was trembling as he climbed over Kayla's legs and tried to settle in. She felt the buzzing of his body almost instantly, and she giggled as he continued to shudder against her, even as his backside and tail pressed flat against a cushion...and the cup of her palm.

He didn't think she'd be so aggressive the second time around, but she was getting to the point faster than ever, and he couldn't hide how much he enjoyed that fact.

Already, his length was starting to point up toward the ceiling, but even as it throbbed upright toward an erection, she only let her eyes roam upon it; her paws stayed right where they were, stroking one against the twin curves of his rump and the other against his cheek.

"That's so much better already," she confessed. "This skirt probably wasn't the best thing for a cool afternoon, but it's just so comfortable...throw a sweet little otter on my lap like this, and I'm not sure how my day can get any better!"

As he knew her, Jon always expected Kayla to be kind to him, but he never dreamed that she would take such a strong liking to him, and certainly not so fast.

Her approach in life was to put it all on the table, however, no matter what it was she'd set her heart on.

"It's shaping up to be q-quite the day for me, too," Jon admitted quietly. He'd finally noticed his body quivering against Kayla, but he didn't want to draw attention to it: opening his mouth wasn't helping his cause too much. "Better than I ever thought it could be w-when I woke up, anyway..."

"That makes two of us, then," Kayla agreed. She was quick to respond. "I'm not sure how I would have gotten any sleep tonight without having a little more fun with you, though."

Jon clenched his rear end when he felt her clawtips tickling over his flesh, but they simply danced through his fur, leaving tiny circles and patterns in the fluff: she was impressively gentle. "Y...Yeah?" was all he could manage in reply, but his shivering was no longer the stuff of nerves.

He was loving the attention, and Kayla could tell as she watched his brief, unconscious reactions.

"I've only really had a couple of samples of you, Jon. I keep on hoping I'll finally get my chance to have the whole meal, but...I'll probably still just have to settle for another appetizer today," she realized. "Then again, you've offered me quite the appetizer, haven't you?"

Letting the weight of her eyes settle on his shaft once more, she made herself familiar with every little detail of his cock without ever reaching out to touch it.

"You...you don't actually m-

"Your cock?"

Cutting him off was enough to quiet him, but her question absolutely silenced the otter.

"I certainly do," she continued. "Looks like it would be just right for me to suckle on...and I bet it would feel really nice in my hands, too...I wonder how much I could make you moan if I just touched it one time?"

Her digits were still tickling and teasing their way across the flesh of his ass, but as his member stood at attention and looked up at her, she gazed back down toward it; that was the closest she'd get to actually touching his dick, that afternoon.

It all seemed to be part of an elaborate tease, but the feel of her gaze upon his tender flesh was such that he could almost feel her stare, as if that was enough to pleasure his cock in the process.

"Kayla, can I...can I ask you something?"

Her eyes were still glazed over with obvious lust, but they softened as she turned her stare toward him once more. "Of course you can."

She made it nearly impossible for him to ask the question at all, as a single fingertip pushed up against the warm, pliable flesh of his pucker and eased inside of it, just before his mouth opened.

He sealed it shut again in the next instant, stifling his moan just in the nick of time...but he could already see the sinister intentions behind her grin as she kept his gaze trapped by her own.

She wasn't going to let him go silently the entire afternoon, and she'd already assured him that they had plenty of time to be alone together; the odds weren't in his favor if one touch was all it took to leave him biting his own lips.

"What is it that you see in me, exactly?" he asked. His softened voice was still just enough to reach her, but as the words left his lips, he knew he'd need to be more specific. "Like...w-why do you like playing with my ass so much?"

"I see a lot of things in you, honestly," she started. "Boyfriend material, maybe...but for now, a fun little otter that I can play with whenever the mood strikes. As for the asshole, well...that's all part of the fun, isn't it?"

His head titled slightly, asking her for more answers without saying a word.

"You're a unique one, Jon. I've honestly never met another guy like you, and I'm not just saying that as a point of fact: you really are one of a kind. You're the only guy to ever let me get this close to their ass in the first place, and it just...it feels so nice against my fingers, y'know? I hope that doesn't sound too crazy..."

For the first time, Jon and Kayla swapped positions, at least in terms of vulnerability.

"I don't think that's crazy at all," he assured her. "I'm...r-really flattered, actually."

Just knowing that Jon was okay with what she was doing helped her back into a confident mindset. Her fingertip was resting against his asshole and pressing at it slightly, but as the comfort returned to her smile, she pushed up and actually fingered his entrance, pushing up toward the first knuckle before she eased back a little bit.

The rhythm she started was slow, bordering on lazy...but they were both content to keep that pace as the evening stretched on.

"Well, while we're putting things out there, I'm flattered that you would let me play with it at all," Kayla admitted. "And I'm really glad that you let me, because it's just so much fun! It feels so warm and smooth against my hands, and it just gives so easily; at least, for one finger..."

That single digit was still pumping up and down into his passage: his body was only able to be comfortable against her for a brief moment before he started trembling all over again, but this was a response of pure bliss, rather than the frayed nerves he'd been dealing with before.

"Hopefully I've g-got something more to offer than that, though?" he asked. His tone made it clear that he wasn't fishing for compliments, and he hoped Kayla would realize that as he keep his stare locked with her own.

Simple as that gesture was, it was one that proved he was being honest with her and trying to probe her thoughts, rather than get a little extra action out of her.

"Don't get me wrong: it's really hard not to start sucking you off right now," she confessed. "Even just fondling it might be enough to get me through the night, but I don't want to start something I can't finish...even if I can't wait to try that. I really want to see your head rolling back and your tusks pushing up as I make you moan...if I'm being _completely_honest, anyway."

Her lust for him wasn't quite unbridled, but it was emerging more and more with every word she spoke.

Even the pace of her invading finger was starting to pick up as she talked about pleasuring the lucky otter, and as his pliable asshole moved around at her behest, she finally pushed the whole length of that finger inside of him, simply feeling around his anal passage and learning his body from the inside.

His cock was bouncing with excitement at such a deep and meaningful touch, but they'd already established how far they were going to take things that evening: Jon didn't push for anything more, and Kayla wouldn't take anything less, leaving them to meet in a perfect middle ground where she could explore his tender pucker and admire his rod, all while reassuring him that this wasn't a sleazy, one-off occurrence.

"Since we're being honest, I...I'd love to return the favor for you sometime, if that was okay," Jon claimed, though he immediately worried he might be coming on too fast, even in the face of everything that had already happened. "Unless that's not your thing. Totally understood."

With a paw still stroking his cheek, Kayla brushed her knuckles along the side of one of Jon's tusks, and seeing how quickly he melted from such a touch, she offered a gentler stroke to the unique feature. "I'm not gonna say no to getting treated like a princess by such a sweet guy," she countered. "Though, I guess I'm not really sure what my thing is. I'm still working on that, but I'm sure I'll enjoy whatever you come up with."

There was no denying what Jon's thing was, and Kayla was still working at it as she kept her palm flat on his backside and worked a second fingertip against the unique texture of the flesh around his entrance.

She wasn't sure if he was ready to feel the weight of two fingers at once, but she just playing with the softer, smoother flesh around the spot was drawing plenty of little squirms out of him: she did her best to stay in tune with the signals of his body as she worked on it.

"So I have to think of w-what we do on our next date?"

"Didn't know I was on a date," she teased. Her tongue slipped out once more, but this time, she just blew a tiny raspberry at the otter, more occupied with admiring and playing with him than she was with poking fun. "But if I was on a date, I'd say this is one of the best I've ever had. I'm just glad that I ended up with a friendly guy who doesn't mind that I take things way too fast..."

He was still a bit more bashful than she was, but there was finally a hint of confidence in Jon's smile as a smirk took it to the corner, past his tusk. "Have you heard me complaining?"

Even if that was all they did with the evening, neither one of them was going to complain about it. "Not yet, but if it gets to be too much-

"It won't," Jon told her. "You could...e-even go a little faster, if you wanted."

For all of her aggression, Kayla was taking it surprisingly easy on Jon's body, for what she could have done. This interaction was more casual, as if they were feeling each other out for another meeting later on, but even that was going swimmingly.

Moving on his advice, she pumped her finger into his ass a little bit faster and caressed the soft, smooth flesh on his rump with a quiet rumble of appreciation. "Just let me know if you change your mind," she murmured. "But don't go changing that ass on me...I could cup these perfect little cheeks all day!"

Feeling like he struck gold without ever picking up a pickaxe, Jon stayed right in place as Kayla gave his tusk a final stroke. She reached to the edge of the couch and grabbed the remote, putting on one of her favorite evening shows; it may have been weird to others, but the casual atmosphere they created together was only made better by the casual nudity and subtle pleasures that they shared.

At the end of it all, they kept talking, treating the show as more of a background noise...but that wasn't the only distraction they were able to drown out.

The click of the door was such that Jon's inner muscles clenched up and seized on Kayla's entire finger: she'd never be able to pull it out of his body in time, and a moment later, Kayla's father stepped through the front door and looked right at them, enjoying each other on his couch.

"Good evening, Daddy! You're home a little bit early, aren't you?"

Jon's hands flew to his crotch as he tried to cover the stiffened length of his cock, but Kayla's father didn't seem to pay any mind to what was going on in the living room. He was already on his way into the kitchen, and somehow, Kayla never stopped fingering the nervous otter; she never even slowed down.

"Finished my work early for the day," he replied briefly. "I see you're working really hard on that 'group project' you mentioned earlier."

"Hardest I've worked on anything in a long time," Kayla admitted. She giggled at her own joke, but that didn't slow her father from making his way to the fridge. "Is Mom actually gonna be home tonight?"

"Her flight just landed, actually. She should be home just in time for dinner to be cold."

Kayla's father handled the cooking in addition to his day job, and Kayla's mother was always busy...leaving plenty of time for Kayla to mind her own devices and create her own fun.

As much as she was enjoying herself, Jon was sweating bullets at the idea of being fingered in front of her father, and she still hadn't stopped.

"My dad's a great cook...you're gonna love whatever he makes," Kayla promised. "So exciting that Mom is on her way home, too! I can't wait for you to meet her."

Meeting her father hadn't been in his plans: as far as he was concerned, it couldn't have gone any worse, but he was at least kind enough to leave the room.

Kayla had to get her playful attitude from somewhere, and Jon was worried that there might not be enough room on the couch when her mother finally came through the door...