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A human student is gonna get hot for the sexy, furry teacher.

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Chapter #7

The next day in class

    by: Unknown
I sit in my desk at school the next day, bored as ever. I don't have any of my friends in this class, so I find the class itself more interesting than the people around me. That is, except for one person in this class I am interested in. Suddenly the door of the loud classroom opens up and in walks the voluptuous figure of my history teacher, Ms. Panthera. The same gorgeous panther woman that invited me to her home the night before and gave me her number. "Sorry, I'm a little late class", she says. Most of the class quiets down, especially the boys. Quickly, she scans the room. Her emerald eyes meet mine and she stares at me for a brief moment before she pulls her eyes away. No one else takes notice. "Well, I guess we can begin", she says and begins her lecture. I don't really care what it is about. I don't pay a single bit of attention to the history class she's giving as I'm way too focused on the curves of her body. She's wearing a dark red skirt that hugs the shape of her hips and dark colored button up blouse underneath an open jacket. I can tell why she's wearing a dark shirt. It's less noticeable against her dark fur, but she has the first few buttons undone on her blouse to alleviate the stress on her buttons. From the events of last night I know why. She turns and writes on the whiteboard and I can't help but stare at her perfect derriere as it shakes while she writes. It doesn't help that her tail swishes back and forth and draws attention to her. Suddenly I'm pulled out of the hypnosis her tail has put me in by a question, "Tim, what about you?'
Crap, I have no idea what she's asking me. I need a word any word, "What was the question, ma'am?" Thank you, brain, thank you.
"Mercenaries paid by the British, who were they", she asks.
"Hessians", I answer quickly. I narrowly escaped that one. I had better keep some level of focus in this class. Most of the hour goes without incident and eventually the bell rings and everyone scrambles to get out. As it is the last class of the day, no one takes their time except for me. I put my textbooks away at a snails pace so that I'm intentionally the final person in the room, and am left alone with Ms. Panthera. The last student leaves and the door finally swings itself shut. The classroom is empty except for the two of us. I look over to the beautiful panther woman sitting at her desk in the classroom. With my heart racing I walk up to her desk and smile, "Hey, Ms. Panthera."
"Tim, how are you doing", she says with her catlike grin.
"I uh got you something", I said.
"Oh, what is it?"
I dig into my pocket and hold out a small handful. She takes it in her soft palm and laughs. "Buttons, thread, and safety pins."
"I thought it might help with...you know. I saw you had to leave a few unbuttoned today", I say referring to her blouse.
"Oh, you noticed", she says and grasps either lip of her blouse holding them up and out. I stare at her cleavage as her breasts bounce when she pulls on her shirt. "I figured this was better than risking a button fly off. You're so thoughtful", she looks back up to me and I tear my gaze away from her hypnotic breasts.
She stares up at me with her big green eyes and toothy smile. I had a plan and I have to stick to it at this point. "So I was meaning to ask you a question", I say.
"What's that?"
"Your friend, you mentioned she wanted to know if humans wanted to date Anthros. I was wondering if maybe she would want to meet me", I barely muster to drool out those last few words.
"Oh, really", she says with a sudden change in her voice.
"I mean, I'm single and would love to get the chance to meet someone new", I say trying to sell it.
"I-I'll be sure to let her know", she says.
"Great...should I call you later tonight or I can give you my number to give to her", I say.
"Um...you can leave me your number", she says.
"I'll text you, so that you'll have it", I say.
"Excellent", she smiles. It's a forced smile, even I can tell that. With nothing else to say I simply say my goodbye and walk towards the door with a tent in my pants.
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