School Days
Chapter 2: 'Hitting It Off'
This is going to be an interesting school year. For one thing, each of our classes is going to have a field trip at some point during the semester. It's been about a month since the school year began, and I've been keeping out of trouble. My grades are good, and my best friend is a tuxedo manx tom named Michael whom is now used to my 'hugging habits'
I know when he walks by me in the hallways that he is checking me out. I don't mind him doing so. I'd always look back at him, and lightly smile to let him know that it doesn't bother me. Whether it's in the cafeteria or me bringing a lunch from home, he and I talk over lunch, and help each other out when we need it from assignments to kat problems
When it comes to certain things, I'm never a damsel in distress. I can fight and I'm very strong, but I choose not to fight. At the least, I try to reason it out, but if push comes to shove, I'll use less-lethal methods such as Grappling and Judo and I earned my 2nd degree black belt in Hapkido. These things I did during puppyhood, 3 feet and 10 years ago.
With my huge boobs, I have quite bit of bounce in front. With my huge yet smoothly curvy butt, I still have these see-saw jiggle motions although a little bit less so in jeans, but not by much. In a pair of jeans, I would only have three little creases at my kneecaps, and in the backs of my knees. Michael hasn't done anything to send up the social red flags
He takes well to me saying 'hi', and giving him hugs as a greeting or when we say our goodbyes. Sometimes I surprise him with a hug from behind. It warms me to his giggles, and it lets me know I'm doing things right around him. I am not like other girls. Now I feel like he has earned a little custom between him and I to keep him from getting busted
"Hey, can we talk?"
Michael nodded, "Sure," he agreed, I don't want him to feel like there's anything to worry about. There's nothing for him to fear. I'm not mad at him, and Michael hasn't done anything so far to make me mad at him. Lunch today was a leg or thigh of crispy rotisserie style chicken with creamed spinach, macaroni & cheese, and a sweet cornbread roll.
The food is really good for school food. I was very pleasantly surprised by that. The cafeteria has both indoor and outdoor seating. I saw Michael walking up to me with his lunch tray in his paws while I was sitting at the wooden picnic table outside. There were very few she-kats, and toms around. The setting is just right "What's on your mind?" he asked
"Okay Michael, I think it's the right time to have this little talk with you, you're about to get a privilege usually just between me and my momma, but you have the maturity for this," I stood up from the picnic table with no haste, and looked back at Michael with my legs a bit spread apart and my paw on my back pocketless tight grey jean-covered hips.
"Michael, this is my butt, it's huge, I know...if you want my attention, or you want another way to say "hi" to me, all you have to do is give it a tap," I explained to him, knowing that I know in my heart and mind that he will not abuse this privilege. He paused for a moment, and I looked back at him and smiled lightly. After all, we have an hour for lunch.
It took a few seconds for him to ready himself, and he did it. Michael tapped me on the butt. It wasn't too soft, or hard. Just enough to make it wiggle, and a pleasant little 'tap' sound. I turned to Michael, and smiled warmly "You have a nice touch" I complimented, I think Michael understands this 'hands on' exercise "I'm glad we had this little chitchat"
"Such a cute stubby tail,"
Michael gave me a hug, and I embraced him back. I looked to see his stubby tail wagging. Mine was wagging behind me as well, "Thanks, I like yours too," I said, smiling back with gentle paws on his shoulders, and my boobs still lightly mush against his strong muscled chest. It's clear that Michael takes care of himself "this'll be our own little greeting"
"C'mon, let's have lunch before it gets cold," I suggested kindly to him. The next morning before homeroom, I went to my locker to fetch a pencil. I actually only own one pencil. Not because I'm poor, it just has a special meaning to me, and my penmanship. It's an OHTO 'Sharp' 2.0mm mechanical pencil. Like a nice pair of jeans, you can't bust this thing
I wore a grey fitted t-shirt, and black skinny jeans to school. I got stopped in the hall by a teacher because she thought I wasn't wearing any pants. I lifted up my shirt lightly to show her the brass button, and got myself out of trouble with a warning from her. Michael is probably around in the halls. Time to see what will happened after my talk with him.
As I closed my locker with my favorite pencil in my paw, I felt a light 'tap' on my butt. I turned to see Michael, and smiled to him as a friend would "Hey there Michael," I greeted to him, and gave him a morning hug, and he hugged me back. Michael is exactly 6ft tall, and I'm probably the one of the few that make him feel 'short' "how's it going?" I asked
"It always brightens my day to see you," said Michael, smiling to me. I ruffled the top of his black-haired head, and we headed off to homeroom. I'm starting to realize it now. I have feelings for him. But you know what? I'm going to let him come to me just like my mom taught me when it comes to boys. With Michael's maturity, he's no boy. He's a man
