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This is gonna be a short insert, working on two longer pieces and didn't want to drop off the face of the earth, enjoy!

P.S. Dont forget to check out part one, "Bringing it home" ;)

Chris slung his backpack over his shoulder and closed his locker door. He smiled and trotted off down the hall. His father had said he would pick him up from school today. He took off work early to do so. Chris was ecstatic; he hadn't spent quality time with his dad in months. One of them was always gone when the other was home. They rarely spoke let alone spent time together. This was a rare opportunity, and one that Chris was waiting for all day long. The clock couldn't tick fast enough. He bounded out of the front door and into the sunlight that temporarily blinded him. He walked right down to the sidewalk where the buses and where kids who didn't drive were picked up.

He was old enough to drive in the state where he lived, but his dad never really liked the idea of him having a car, for monetary reasons as well as safety reasons. Being that he was never around, Chris guessed this was his dad's way of keeping tabs on him, "He can't go too far if he can't drive" was the thought I guess. Chris looked around anxiously for his dad's black Mercedes, but it was no where to be seen. Then again, there were a lot of cars around, and he could just be slow. Chris was snapped away from his gazing by a pair of arms around his waist that gave him a gentle squeeze. "Hey good lookin'" A sultry voice said in his ear that was immediately recognized as Angie's. Chris smiled then remembered that they were trying to keep their relationship low profile. Chris pulled her arms off and turned around.

"What if Kyle sees us?" Chris said quietly scolding her. Her smile widened, "He started going to the anime club, we get a whole hour each day without him now." A number of thoughts streamed into Chris's mind, none of them innocent. Nevertheless, he was overjoyed to hear the news. "In that case," Chris leaned in and kissed Angie. Her vixen tail curled, and she wrapped her arms around his neck. They released and a goofy smile ran across both their faces. "So wanna take this back to your house?" Angie asked biting her lower lip. Chris chuckled and shook his head, "Not today, my dad is gonna spend the evening with me." Angie's face lit up in surprise, "Sweet!" She looked around, "Can I wait with you?" Chris smiled "Of course." The pair sat on a short brick wall that separated the grass in front of the school and the sidewalk. They chatted back and forth, laughing, and Chris even told a story about fun he and his dad had had before his mother divorced him. Angie smiled; she hadn't seen him this happy in a year or two. It gave her a warm fuzzy feeling to see such a genuine smile on his face.

Five minutes, turned into ten, the fifteen and so on until all the cars had left, and the faculty were beginning to leave. Chris's smile had turned to concern, "He probably just got held up at work right?" He said looking to Angie. Her heart sank as she looked into his eyes. "Probably right, he'll be here soon." It was like telling a child that her dead hamster was really on vacation and would be back soon. Everyone but Chris new his dad wasn't coming. Maybe even he knew and refused to admit it. After an hour had passed, Kyle came out and was surprised to see Angie and Chris still at the school, "Hey, what are you gu-" he was cut off by a "Shut up!" look from Angie. That's when Kyle noticed Chris's face buried in his lap. Kyle mouthed the words "I'll see you at home.", and Angie nodded.

The two sat in silence for another fifteen minutes when Angie broke it, "Chris?" Chris raised his head. He had been crying while he had hidden himself, the fur around his eyes and snout where soaked with tears. "Yeah I know, he isn't coming." Chris stood and slung his bag on his already heavy shoulders. "Chris, I'm sorry" Angie said offering some comfort. "Naw it's ok, should've known he wouldn't really come," he turned, sniffled and looked her in the eyes with a look of deep pain and smiled, "sure it won't be the last time he leaves waiting for him." Chris walked off without saying another word, "Want me to walk home with you?" Angie called after him. Chris just shook his head and walked off. Angie stood there, arms folded behind her back, she was lost. She couldn't stand the look on his face. He was cut deep, like a wound that would never heal, and anyone that tried to reach out just seemed to rub salt in it. "He does love you," she whispered under her breath, "I'm sure he does."

Chris's walk home was a long and lonely one. He almost wished that he had taken up Angie's offer to walk him home. He stuck his key in the door and unlocked it. Stepping inside he drew a deep breath to steady himself, just in case his father was home, which, he wasn't. Chris walked up to his room and closed the door behind him. He shuffled to the bed and fell face down on it. He was too numb to cry, too hurt to talk, too sad to eat, so he just lay there. Hours later, sleep overtook him.

The next morning, Chris awoke early and after a shower and breakfast, walked to the Seven Eleven that was half way between his house and school. He went in and got a fountain drink, which he sipped on while he passed the half hour before school started. It was good he had this time to sober up from his emotional spell yesterday. Come to think of it, he hadn't spoken a word since he left Angie, not even to himself. Chris dank a large gulp from his soda cup, "The funny thing about luck son, is that it can't be bad forever, eventually it has to turn good in order to keep the universe in balance." That was something his dad said during one of the last conversations they ever had before his mother left and his dad took his current job. They used to sit at the table after dinner and have long chats, about girls, movies, books, historical figures, and even religion. His mother was a Catholic, his father a non practicing Taoist. A funny match, one of the reasons his mother ran off to be honest.

Chris shook his head in an attempt to dislodge the memories, they would only make him cry again and that was the last think that he needed before he went to school. He sipped the last few ounces of his soda and after throwing away the cup, walked the rest of the way to school. When he was within sight of the front doors of the school he could see Angie there waiting on him, a very forced smile on her face. When Chris got close enough to her to talk she asked, "How are you holding up?" Chris chuckled, "I'm ok, he never showed up, but, in the end I guess I don't really care." He looked her in the eyes, "If they he doesn't give a shit, why should I" Angie face grew from solemn to cold, "He does love you, even if he doesn't show it, why else would he fight for you to stay with him instead of your mom?" "Tch," Chris looked away, "For all I know he did that to get back at my mom." Angie was fighting a losing battle, Chris was hurt and he refused to see the bright side in anything, hatred flowed through out his veins like a venom, taking every inkling of hope are joy and turning it into pain and agony.

It was time for a new tactic, Angie hugged Chris tightly and whispered in his ear, "Even if he isn't here, I am, and I will always love you." To her surprise, Chris returned the hug and whispered back, "I know, I love you too." A flood of warm emotions flooded over Angie, those where the words that could make her heat swell as nothing else in the world could. Chris held Angie close, her scent was soothing to him, and to know she loved him was a comfort. "Awwww" a random voice jived from somewhere in the flood of students. The pair separated and Angie was blushing. Chris gently squeezed her hand, and while maintaining eye contact for as long as they could, the two parted ways for class. Angie smiled to herself, Chris's words echoing in her head. Little did she know Chris was doing the exact same thing.

Later that day, Angie met Chris outside the school and the pair walked to Chris's together. The moment that Chris closed the door, Angie was all over him. She quickly locked lips with him and ran her fingers through the fur on Chris's head. Chris kissed her back, and ran his hands up and down her sides, slowing down over her hips. Their breathing was rapid, and they only broke away long enough to get a breath of air then they rejoined. After a time, Angie broke away and took Chris by the hand, "Come on." She said biting her lower lip.

She led him up to his room and smiled at him coyly. She began to grab at Chris's belt, when he grabbed her hands, "Nuh-uh, today it's your turn." He turned Angie around and gently nudged her over to the bed. She sat down obediently and gave him a nervous, yet excited look. Chris kissed her for a moment then he fumbled with her belt, jeans and zipper. He tried to pull her pants off, but no matter where he grabbed they didn't seem to want to come off. A look of concentration cemented itself on Chris's face as he was confused, "why is this so hard?!" he said thinking aloud. Angie giggled and lifted her rump and helped Chris get the denim barrier out of the way. Chris had no problem removing her panties.

It was the moment that Chris tossed Angie's underwear away that his eyes came to rest on her pussy. The last time he had seen her, this area was rather concealed in a mess of legs and wet fur. However, now he was able to see it in it's full glory, hot and sticky, waiting for him to take advantage of the situation. Chris's eyes snapped up to Angie's, the color seemed to have drained from her face, "What's the matter?" Chris asked, remotely worried. "Nothing." She said forcing a smile. "You sure?" Chris asked raising an eyebrow. Angie sighed, "I'm nervous ok?! Like really nervous." She confessed. "Why?" "No guy has ever seen me like this before," Angie said, "I don't know why it's this way, and that makes what's gonna happen even harder." Chris climbed up on the bed, and kissed Angie tenderly, and long. He pulled away and smiled. While looking in her eyes, he said in a soothing voice, "You're safe with me, if anything I should be worried, to be honest I've never done anything like this before." Angie smiled, feeling a little better. Chris slid back to the floor and slowly pushed her toned, silky furred legs apart. Angie took a deep breath and released, still nervous.

"I'm so fucked!! Why did you have to do this now dumbass?!?" Chris scolded himself internally. Sure he had seen porn, and how you give oral to a girl, but he never really paid attention to the detail. And he went and stripped Angie down, gave her a long speech and got into position without any clue of what he was doing. He poured over every porno he had ever seen, every article in magazines he had read, every instructional forum he had ever trolled, every dirty tale told in the locker room, and every female anatomy diagram he had ever guiltily studied for anything to help him out. With the little information he had, he leaned his face in and licked her from the bottom of her burning vulva to the top. Angie shuddered when his rough cat tongue passed over her swollen clit.

"Bingooo!" Chris said triumphantly in his head. He ran his tongue back over her clit, causing a similar reaction to before. He slowly ran his tongue in Circles around, creating a rapid and shaky breathing pattern in Angie. As he continued to play with her clit, her torso began to twitch and her breathing increased. Her scent was so overpowering, his nose could smell nothing but her. Her pussy coated his short feline snout in sticky fluid that, to be honest, tasted wonderful to Chris. He worked and worked, running his tongue around on the smooth, slippery skin of her vulva. Coating her already slick pussy with his saliva.

Chris could feel Angie jerk and twitch as he worked. Occasionally she would softly yip or moan. Chris could tell that she was trying to suppress the sounds she made; she was obviously embarrassed by them. However Chris still managed to coax them out of her, and that made him feel a little bolder. He then tired something he had seen a number of times, he pulled her hips close and sucked on her clit. She gasped and then groaned. Chris continued his vacuum hold on Angie while still using his tongue to play with her. It only took a few moments of this and Angie suddenly jerked.

Angie's back arched and she almost seemed to bend in half, her mouth was open in a silent scream. Chris could feel her hot, sticky, vulva pulsate and gush a generous amount of lube. After a few seconds Angie inhaled sharply hadn't been able to breathe for some time and her whole body spasmed, as if she hadn't been able to breathe for some time. Chris pulled away. A long trail of the sticky results ran from his mouth to Angie.

Angie lay on her back, trying to catch her breath. Chris stood and looked down at her. She locked eyes with him and gave a smile. It was smile of contentment, as if all the problems in her life had just been remedied. Pride swelled up inside Chris, so much so that the stupid grin that crossed his face was unstoppable. Angie giggled; she could read him like a book. Chris leaned down and kissed Angie, she returned for a moment and then jerked away laughing, "Awwwwww man, I think I just tasted myself!" she said wincing. Chris chuckled, "Good thing you taste so great." Angie murred, "Guess so." She leaned up and kissed Chris again. Then the pair quickly snapped away.

They heard the front door open and Kyle shout from downstairs.

The two sprung into action. Angie leapt from the bed and slipped on her jeans, not bothering with the underwear. "How does he know we're here?" Chris asked looking for something to clean himself and his bed up with. "I sent him a text; he wasn't supposed to be here for another 20 minutes though!" Angie said sliding on her shirt. Chris flipped the comforter over on his bead, concealing Angie's mess and finished wiping her goo from his snout. Angie turned to Chris and fixed his hair after pulling back her own into a ponytail. They could hear Kyle walking down the hall, Angie played with her breasts, adjusting her bra. They had finished just as Kyle entered the room. "Hey guys?" he said.

The two stood side by side, looking remotely guilty of something. Not to mention they both where tying to hide their rapid breathing. "Wanna get something to eat?" Kyle said, puzzled. "Sure!" Angie said, a little too enthusiastically to have been unmotivated. She whisked out of the room and Kyle awkwardly followed. Chris was the last one out. Just before he reached the door, he looked down and saw Angie's yellow underwear on the floor. Chris quickly flung them under the bed and trotted down the hall after Kyle.

It wasn't long before Kyle's suspicions were forgotten and the two secret lovers kept their cover........ for now.