An Interesting Pair
Hi. My name is Boomer. I've been a math teacher for four years. I really like it, although I do have some troubles sometimes. For example, I have trouble standing up. I'm a polar bear and I weigh 500 pounds. My students really like me; although one in particular, I've noticed, has been acting different around me.
His name is Joe. He's about 18 years old, senior, and one of my best students. He's a skunk/fox hybrid. He has the body of a fox; but the fur pattern of a skunk.
One day, I had my class turn in their homework. When Joe turned his in, I guess he forgot what he was doing for a second because he drew something on the back of the paper and must've forgot to erase it. It was a bit hard to tell what it was at first, but I thought it was me hugging him.
Don't get me wrong, I love my students; but I never ever thought of them that way.
***
The bell rang and everyone got up to leave. It was last period so everyone got to go home. "Joe, can I see you a moment?" I ask. He looks nervous but he complies. When everyone is gone and the door shuts, Joe takes a seat in front of my desk.
"Yes, sir, is there a problem?" Joe asks.
"Well, I wouldn't consider this a problem per se, but I do want to know something."
"What?" I dig into my folder and pull out Joe's homework from yesterday. I hand it to him and he just shrugs. "What's wrong with it?" I turn the page over to the backside where the drawing is. When I do, his eyes widen and his ears drop down.
"That," I say, "is what I wanted to discuss with you."
"Sir, I'm so sorry. I didn't know what I was doing. I got distracted and... and..." He starts to freak out.
"Joe, calm down. You're not in any trouble." I say.
"Wait... I'm not?" His breathing starts to slow down.
"No. I just want to know what this drawing is about."
"Well..." He starts to rub his arm. "I just... for a couple months, I've been dreaming about... you and I... cuddling. I drew the picture because... I thought if I saw it, it would... make me feel better."
"Oh." I say. "But why would you want to cuddle with me?"
"Because you're my favorite teacher in all of the school. Plus you just... seemed like the cuddly type."
"Well, Joe; you're right there. I am definitely the cuddly type." His ears perk up when he hears that.
"Really?" He asks.
"Yes. You know, being single, it's sometimes hard when you need someone to curl up with and yet you don't have anyone."
"I know that feeling too."
"Joe, what do you do after school?"
"Well, sometimes when I'm caught up on homework, I just play videogames or take a nap."
"Anything planned for today?"
"No. Why?"
"How about... I make your dream... a reality."
"Wait... seriously?" His tail starts to wag.
"Yes. I'm in a cuddly mood and I need someone to curl up with." I smile and he does too. "What about your parents?"
"Don't worry about them. They work the night shift. I'm used to being alone."
"So, no one watches you at night?"
"Well, most of the time, I spend the night at Ashton's house." Ashton is Joe's best friend. I've seen them around school together. "But, do you want to come over to my house?"
"Sure." I say.
***
I pull up in front of Joe's house. It's a nice one; two stories high, tannish walls on the outside, and a nice green wooden porch. I get out of my car, walk up the few steps (which took some time. I'm 500 pounds, remember?), and ring on the doorbell.
Joe answers a minute later. "Hi." He says. He motions for me to come in and I shut the door behind me.
"You know, Joe, even though it would seem strange at school, I'm fine with you calling me Boomer outside of school." I say.
"Ok 'Boomer'." He takes my paw, which makes him blush, and leads me down the hall into his bedroom. I take a look around. The walls are bright beige. He's got a flat screen mounted on the ride side of the room his bed in in the corner, right next to a stand which has an alarm clock next to it.
"Nice room." I say.
"Thanks." I sit on his bed and then lay down. He lays down next to me and covers us with a blanket. I then proceed to wrap my arms around him and vice versa. "You feel so soft and warm, Boomer."
"Awwww thank you." I start to rub his back some and he murrs. He returns the favor by beginning to rub my belly. After a while, his paws travel up to my collar, with his fingers on my buttons. Normally, I'd be against it, but right now, I'm actually comfortable with it. I mean, other students have seen me shirtless when we have water days or sometimes I'll run into one of them when I go swimming.
"I'm sorry, may I?" Joe asks.
"Yes." I say. He starts unbuttoning my shirt. When he's done, I toss it to the side then put my paws on the hem of his shirt.
"May I?" I ask.
"Of course." He says. I take it off of him and I stare at his chest. He has all black fur on the front side of him. However, I know there's a white stripe going up and down his back and ending at his tail.
"You look cute." Joe says. I blush.
"Awww do I really?"
"Absolutely."
"Well, I think that you're pretty cute too." He hugs me tight again and I do the same. Joe leans in closer. What is he going to do? I got my answer when he kisses my cheek. "What's with the affection all of a sudden?" I caress his arm.
"I just... wanted to do that at least once."
"Oh. Well it's not as fun on the cheek." I say. Did I really just invite one of my students to kiss me? Then again, maybe I do want this.
"Am I allowed to kiss you on the lips?" Joe asks.
"Umm... sure." I smile. I put a paw on his cheek and he leans is again. This time, I do too, eventually us locking lips. The second our lips touch, I surprisingly felt fireworks in my chest. The kiss lasts about 10 seconds. When it ends, I look at Joe.
"Wow. You're a good kisser." He says.
"Awwww, thanks. But I think you're a better kisser." I say.
"Well, maybe I think you have cute eyes." That's when I blush. "Those cute, blue eyes I get lost into whenever we're in class."
"Awwwww." I hug him tighter. "You're just so sweet."
"And you're just so cute." I kiss him again. Slowly, Joe introduces his tongue to mine and I start to moan. I rub his chest as he rests a paw on my belly and starts to rub it. Eventually, he starts to wobble my belly.
"Does someone like that?" I ask, giggling a bit.
"Maybe." Joe says. "Fat guys are the best kind of furs to cuddle."
"Well, I'd say you're a pretty good cuddler too."
"Hehe. Can I ask you something?"
"Sure."
"What do we do tomorrow at school?"
"Well, I'm sure we can get away with this. What do you do 6th period?"
"I'm in study hall. Why?"
"That's usually when I'm free. So..."
"You want me to visit you during then?" Joe giggles at me.
"I'd like it. I'll just say you're helping me with stuff. And technically you are."
"With what?"
"With my cuddling needs." He kisses my head.
"I'd love to help you with that."