Your best friend, Caylee.

"Nat, what are you doing here?" Caylee asks. "Wait, are you skipping again?" You stand there frozen as your best friend Caylee questions you. You try your best to keep your tail and ears from moving, but with only mild success.

"I mean, would it surprise you if I said yes." You say, trying your best to hide your arousal. An itching sensation radiates from your crotch, becoming horny thanks to your earlier caressing. Caylee doesn't seem to notice, continuing to scold you for skipping class.

"I don't understand why you skip so much. You know this is your future we're talking about right? How will you do anything successful if you don't get good grades and go to college." You roll your eyes, this isn't the first time you've heard this spiel, and your sure it won't be the last. Besides, you can only focus on how horny you feel. You can't help but breath heavily as you fail to calm yourself down.

"And what's with those cat ears anyway?" Your hands lurch upwards to block them from view. Then you realize how futile the reaction was, as it only cements the fact you have them. Caylee then gives you a weird look as they twitch by themselves. "Wait, did they just move?"

"Look, it's kind of hard to explain. Keito sent me this app that-"

"What are you talking about? What's this have to do with an app?" She asks confused. You open your mouth to talk, but she interrupts that as well. "You know what, whatever. I don't have time for this. The track team is going to be here any second and I agreed to set up the field for them."

"Wait, their coming here? Now?" you ask, panicked.

"Well, yeah. We always have practice on Tuesdays, you should know that." That when you hear the loud bantering of girls outside in the hall.

"We've got to hide, like now." You look at the stall, you don't think you'll have enough time, but you do eye a supply cabinet next to you. Thinking quickly, you grab Caylee's arm and **** the both of you into the closet, only mere seconds before the other girls walked in. Shocked, Caylee speaks up in protest.

"Why did you-" You cut her off, cupping your hand over her mouth.

"Please be quiet, I can't let anyone see me like this." You whisper to her, the track teams loud conversations thankfully overshadowing your voices. Caylee looks at you, an eyebrow raised, but she plays along, whispering back.

"Fine, but why did you pull me in here as well?"

"I panicked, I'm sorry." You whisper back. This is when you realize just how uncomfortable your situation is. You stand face to face with Caylee, your faces only inches apart. The two of you only barely fit, causing your bodied to be pressed up against each other. Your legs and arms are intertwined with each other, almost as if you were holding each other in a lover's embrace. It also don't help that both are you decently endowed, your boobs squishing together causing you to have even less room. With each breath you feel your chest tighten as they press together.

The other girls take their time getting dressed, too enthralled with their gossip to actually change. Your head spins as you are still as aroused as you were before. You feel Caylee's breath on your face and chest, heating up the already hot cabinet. Her soft body feels nice against your own, though this only stimulates the impulses from before. Caylee notices your breathing becoming heavier.

"Something wrong?" she whispers. You know your face must be beet red now, as your excitement has only compounded since the two of you hid in here. You feel an urge, unlike anything you've ever felt before. You can't help but crave Caylee's body. Breathing harder, you try and push the craving aside. You've never looked at her this way before, you've never looked at any girl this way before. And yet, your eyes lock onto Caylee's lips, and you can't help but wonder what it would feel like to kiss. You try and fight the lust, your longing for her, but at this point you've lost all self control.

Lurching forward, you plant your lips onto hers. Her head reels back, her eyes wide open in surprise. She sits paralyzed, letting your lips do as they please. It only lasts a moment as she gives in, returning the kiss. The two of you silently kiss each other as a group of teenage girls gossip mere feet away, unaware of your presence. Her lips are so much softer then you could have imagined, molding themselves around yours. The gentle gliding sensation is almost intoxicating, making your mind hazier with every second.

Your hands begin to wander, cupping themselves nicely on her breasts. Caylee lets out a small squeal, but otherwise lets it happen. Her face becomes red as you caress her chest, her breathing also becoming heavy. She tries her best to mask her erotic sounds, but this only sends you into a frenzy. You want to tease her even more. You move your head down, kissing the nape of her neck. Caylee lets out a small gasp, her hand coming up to muffle the sound.

Your hands find the clasps that buttoned her shirt. One by one, you undo each clasp until her breasts are exposed. Even in the dark cabinet, you can see a frilly red bra covering your friend's bust. You smile, bringing your lips to her ear. "What an erotic bra you're wearing. Did you want something like this to happen?" Caylee didn't answer, or maybe couldn't answer as the only thing that came out was a cute whining sound.

Her erotic little whine is too much for you to take. Your hands dart underneath the bra, shoving it out of the way. Caylee eeps slightly, shocked by your sudden action. You fondle her breasts directly, feeling the nubs of her nipples rub against your palm. You look at your friend's lewd face, looking like it's on the brink of ecstasy. This invigorates you, groping her chest even harder. After a moment you feel her nipples stiffen. Your fingers clutch her newly erect nipples, pinching and twisting her sensitive nobs. Caylee's squirms before her head drops, burrowing itself in your shoulder, letting out a lewd moan in the process.

Noticing that your knee is only inches away from her crotch, you lift up your leg, pressing it against her pussy. Caylee can't help but whimper quietly as you touch all her erogenous zones. Her panties are soaking wet as you grind your knee into her sensitive lips. She tries to lift herself off of you, her entire body shaking during the attempt. Her breathing becomes rapid, as little sqeaks and squeals escape as she comes to the brink of orgasm. Caylee whimpers again as her entire lower body convulses, her pussy bouncing off your leg.

You then feel a sudden jolt course through your lower body as Caylee thrust her own knee into your crotch. In a flash her head lifts off your shoulder, pressing her lips on your own. At the same time her hands dart under your uniform, forcibly ripping the clasps on your blouse apart. A switch had been flipped in Caylee's mind, and she was no longer going to stand idle while you had your way with her. You both begin

You both begin moaning, muffled by your locked lips. Caylee's tongue forces it's way into your mouth, squirming around your own tongue. She doesn't waist any time, her fingers finding your hypersensitive nipples underneath your bra. She gives them a slight twist, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through your body. Your muscles begin to spasm and contract, involuntarily shaking your hips. You feel an orgasm coming, and you want it so badly. You need it. Your hips begin moving on their own, grinding itself into her knee. Caylee mimics your movements, also on the verge. Both of you grunt and whine until neither of your bodies can take anymore stimulation. You both cum, the two of you convulsing together as your orgasms wreck your bodies. Neither of you can hold back as you screech together in pure ecstasy.

You hold each other in your post euphoric states. Random spasms wrack your bodies as the orgasmic aftershocks take hold. Both of you are panting wildly, your heads nuzzled on each other's shoulder. You clutch onto her body, not wanting to let the feelings fade. She does the same, cuddling you in a silent bliss. Neither of you talk, probably because neither of you know what to say. It's not everyday you fuck your best friend. The silence lasts for a while, until one of you gets enough courage to speak up.