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Southern Charm

So, there I was, lying under the covers of my twin sized bed. It was two in the morning and I couldn't sleep. My brain was assessing the past few weeks and how I was able to get this girl in my bed. She was the most beautiful calico I'd ever seen. Her long, flowing ginger hair, her patches of white, blonde, orange and black fur with stripes like a Bengal tiger. Those luscious lips of hers, I'd kiss all day if she'd let me. And her figure, the way it curves with her breasts and hips. Her breasts were just right; they weren't so small as her to be flat chested, but they weren't so big that she had to wear oversized shirts; at least a "D" cup. Those hips, man, perfect is the only word that comes to mind. She even had a beautiful name to go along with her gorgeous looks; Jasmine. I keep asking myself why she agreed to go out with me, I mean, I'm nothing to look at. I'm not the tallest, nor the most handsome, nor am I the best built. I'm just a regular old orange tabby. Compared to my buddies, I'm a toothpick.

I remember we met in a club called I.N.K., or Individuals Need Kindness, a club that one of the councilors at school was holding to promote anti-bullying. I was kind of the new kid at school. I say "kind of" because I had gone to this school district before, but I'd moved out and once I came back, the school had changed; new people, new attitudes and the whole lot. As with a lot of furs, I'm shy around people I don't know. I had been in the club about two weeks before I finally noticed her. She was sitting off in a corner, alone and crying. I had watched her for the first ten minutes or so as her friends were unsuccessful at consoling her. I grew tired of seeing her this way after only a few moments. Without thinking, I stood and slowly walked over to her, and set my hand on her back. She must have been severely down as she didn't swat my hand away, or even respond to it for that matter.

"What's wrong?" I softly asked with that unmistakeable Cajun accent.

She slowly turned to look at me. I could tell she had been crying for a couple of hours as her eyes were red lined and puffy. There was also a trail of tears in her fur. "It's nothin'. Don't worry about it. I mean, why would you? You don't even know me at all," her voice was choked with sobs. When she was finished, she turned her head back to her desk and set it down on her folded arms. Her body shuddered with a few more sobs. I stepped around to her side and knelt down facing her.

"You don't have to look at me, but I do want you to listen," I spoke softly. "You're right, I don't know you, but that don't mean that I can't try to help you," her crying ceased. "Why would I care? I care because I can't stand seeing someone- anyone- cry. Especially someone as gorgeous as you!" I must have said something funny as she softly gigged. She took a few seconds to collect herself before looking at me again.

"Really? You really, truly think I'm gorgeous?" she squeaked out. She was blushing bright red under her fur.

I took a chance and dared to put my hand on her arm. I reveled at how soft her fur was under the callouses on the pad of my paw. "Really, really," I smiled. I pulled a chair up and we spent the rest of lunch talking. Turns out, she was down because some fox was sexually harassing her. The bell rang signaling the end of lunch.

"So, will I see you around?" she asked me, smiling.

"Yeah, I hang around after school helping the teachers. What bus you ride?" I replied.

"Ten, you?"

"Don't. I walk." At the end of the hall, I nodded in one direction, "Well, this is where I say 'Good-bye' for now."

"Okay," she looked a little down hearted, "see ya." She was hesitant for a moment, but then headed off to class.

The rest of the day, I couldn't get her off my mind even for a moment. I kept wondering if I looked O.K., if I had bad breath, if I moved too fast, and if she even liked me. The bell rang.

"Finally! I get to see Jasmine!" I said under my breath. I ran down the halls to try and catch her before she caught her bus. She was in the bus lot, and again, she was by herself. "Now, why would a beautiful babe like you be sitting alone?" I asked in a joking manner as I walked up behind her.

"Well, if you sit, then I won't be," she said. She had on a slight smirk, one that would be hard to miss if you didn't know what to look for. I planned, in time, to make that smirk into a smile whenever she thought of me.

"Jasmine, right?"

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"Your beautiful looks gave it away." I was now sitting beside her. "Oh, sorry for earlier if I made you uncomfortable."

"What are you- Oh! That. It's okay. To be honest, you surprised me. I never thought that callouses could feel that good against my skin," she confessed. She looked more bashful than I thought anyone could get. For the second time in less than three hours, I dared to push my boundaries and set my hand on her arm. She must really enjoy the feeling as her smirk slowly grew to a soft smile.

I softly whispered in her ear, "I tell you what. Find me in the morning and we can continue talkin' 'bout how good my calloused hands feel. Deal?"

"Why in the morning?" she asked.

"Your bus is here, that's why," I nodded toward bus ten.

"Oh, dang," her smile was now gone.

"It's okay, I'll be here when you get here," I said to her. Again, she was hesitant. I couldn't tell what it was, but her body must have wanted her to do something and her mind was against it. I sat and watched as her bus drove off. As soon as her bus was out of sight, I headed for the councilor's office, as it was the day I was to help her. She usually has me sort and organize files on her computer for her, but she had me sorting papers today.

"I noticed you made your first friend," she said absently.

"Who, Jasmine? Yeah, I guess you could say that. I mean, I don't know if I would 'cause I barley know her. Today was the first time I'd ever talked to her," I said.

"Seemed to me you knew her a lot by the way you two were laughin' and cuttin' up at lunch."

"That was just me cheering her up. I can't remember what, but something had her down and in the dumps. And with me being the southern gentleman I am, I couldn't stand to see her cry, and when her friends failed, I kindly stepped in. That was us gettin' to know each other."

"Well, I think you two would make a great couple."

I choked at the idea. "Do what?!"

She just laughed.

"Well, now that you mention it..." I trailed off thinking about how it would feel to have Jasmine, the most beautiful girl in school, as my girlfriend. "...I wouldn't mind that."

Four- thirty soon came and I headed home. On my way, I had to pass through a wooded area and my mind kept floating back to Jasmine. I took in a deep breath and tried to clear my head, but with the smell of the forest came the smell of Jasmine's perfume. 'Wait! She wasn't wearing any perfume. Was she?' I quickly put the thought out of my mind as I needed to concentrate on where I was headed. A few minutes of navigating the woods and I was on my property. I walked in, set my book bag down, and got to work on my homework. The teachers told us it would take thirty minutes per class for homework, but I had it done in less than ten. Once that was done, I padded into the kitchen for a snack, then back to my room. I plopped down on my bed and grabbed my X-box 360 controller. Surprisingly, while I was playing "Forza Motorsport 3", I never once thought of her. A couple hours later, it was bath time. While I ran the water, I realized that I had been daydreaming about Jasmine and that I starting to get horny. I ignored it and stepped in the shower, hoping it would go away. I soon figured it wouldn't as I just thought more and more about Jasmine and her soft fur. 'Might as well since I'm already horny.' I thought as I wrapped a hand around my aching prick. Using the running water as a lubricant, I worked it over, making sure to get every inch. After I felt I was slick enough, I tightened my grip and ran my hand back-and-forth, back-and-forth. Against my better judgment, I let myself get lost in the pleasure. Mere moments into it, I started to lust for her. 'Shit! I don't need this!' I groaned. Images of what I thought she would look like naked started flowing through my mind. The more my mind filled, the harder I pumped. Until I finally couldn't hold it back anymore and I let out a long, drawn out moan. My muscles twitched along with my member as my orgasm rocked my whole body. It slowly trailed off as I stood, leaning against the wall, letting the normally scalding water run down my body. The warm water relaxed my now tense muscles. With that now over, I washed up and got out, and went to my room. The clock dial on my wall read close to seven o'clock so I went and fixed my dinner; a small box of macaroni and cheese. There was a note on the fridge that said, "Went on a cruise, be back in two weeks, love you, M&D." I wondered why the house was quiet, guess that explains it. That was just like them; pack up and leave, letting me stay on my own till they got back. After I ate, I went back to my room and played Forza again until I passed out at 10:30 pm.

The next morning, I got ready as usual. I arose at six-thirty to the buzzing of my alarm, got dressed, ate breakfast and was out the door by seven. I was the first student to school and so I helped the janitors until a quarter to eight. I sat outside in the bus lot and waited for Jasmine to show. Since there were kids already in the bus lot, I took a gander as to who was there. Turns out, she was already here. I guess she liked the compliments I gave her because she was wearing a tight dress that showed off her figure.

"Well, damn! Don't you look hot today?" I said without thinking.

To my surprise, she just smiled. "Thanks! I wore it just for you!"

My heart skipped a beat and I dug a finger in my ear to make sure it was clear. "Making sure I heard you right. You wore that skimpy little thing for me?" I stood, looking at her wide-eyed. "I know I was nice and all yesterday, but you didn't have to do this for me. Hell, I thought you had a boyfriend."

"Well, you're in luck! Just so happens I don't." The way she said "don't" sounded like she was asking me to fill that role.

"Are you asking me to go out with you?"

"Would you?"

My heart skipped another beat, "I would love to, but we only met yesterday. Don't you think we should take some time to get to know each other?"

"I thought we could do that while we were going out," her smile was a mix of her cuteness and her trying to be seductive. Dammit! I just can't say "no" to a smile like that. "I also wore this dress for another reason," she trailed off and her smile turned to a look of embarrassment.

"And that is?" I looked puzzled.

"Uh... If I can come over to your house later I'll show instead of tell, OK?"

"Sure, I'm the only one there for a couple weeks," I've known this girl less than twenty-four hours, and she's already askin' to come over. "Don't you need to ask your parents?"

"They don't care what I do as long as I don't get in trouble with the law."

The rest of the day went the same as always, only we hung out at lunch and got to know each other better.

"So, how far do you live from here?" she asked with a grin large enough to show her molars.

"'Bout a mile as the crow flies," I smiled and pointed at the woods just out the door. Again, we went through our classes like normal. Last bell rang and she was waiting on me in the bus lot. "Shall we head on?" I motioned toward the woods.

"You actually walk through the woods?!" she had a look of shock.

"I told you I walk; it's only ten minutes." I took her hand and began to lead her through the maze of pines. "Trust me, I know where I'm goin'," I smiled.

"OK..." she was still unsure. I could tell she had never been in the forest before as every little noise made her squeak. I couldn't help but let out a couple of laughs. Jasmine was awe struck when my house came to view. "This is a mansion! I didn't know you were loaded!"

"That's 'cause I'm not, my parents are. I can't touch a penny." I didn't think of it as a mansion, but as a very large house. I gave her a grand tour as we headed for my room. The ground floor had the living room, kitchen, and my parents' room. The second level had the spare beds, two baths and a game room. The third floor was an upstairs bedroom with double sliding glass doors leading to a balcony, my room. So large in fact it needed a support beam; my dad tried being funny and had it designed as a stripper's pole. Her eyes met the pole and got a twinkle in them along with a wicked grin. "There's a hook on the back wall for your bag," I said.

"So what kinda music do you listen to?" she asked absently as she took my in the sheer size of my room.

"Country mixed with rock, why?"

"Mind puttin' some on?" she now had a sultry look on her face.

"Sure give me a sec." I answered. Passing my entertainment center, I tapped the power button that turned everything on, my way of being lazy and not having to turn on my TV, sound system and X-Box one by one. The center hummed to life as we waited and talked. Without looking at the television, I tapped a series of buttons on the controller and a few seconds later, sound blasted out of the speakers, making Jasmine jump clear off the floor. I busted out in a fit of laughter as I turned down the stereo. My laughter made her a bit flustered and her tail started swishing back and forth behind her. "You look cute when you're flustered," I teased her.

"If you think I'm cute now, I'm fixin' to blow your mind!" she teased back.

"Oh yea? And just how are you to do that?" I purred.

"Put on the fastest song you got that I can dance to and keep your eyes on me, pretty boy." Searching through my play list, I found the perfect song. It started out slow for the intro but it had a one or two beat pause that lead into a steady kick drum beat. Solid and full of bass, just the way I like my music. She must have recognized the song 'cause by the time the pause came in, her tail was swaying to the beat along with her hips as she made her way to the support beam. Once the other instruments kicked in, she went wild with her dancing. Slowly, she started to strip, by the end of the first chorus, she was throwing her silky black dress at me. Looking up from it, I saw that the only piece of clothing she had on was her panties. "Like the view, Buster?" she cooed as she made her way to me.

"Hell yes!" I grinned.

"Well, you should, it's all for you," she smiled... That's all I remember up until I woke up. I thought it was all a dream, then I saw her next to me in bed.