The crisp autumn air nipped at my skin as I trudged across campus, backpack slung over one shoulder, still buzzing from the previous night's tangled sheets and Miko's teasing touches. She'd seen me off that morning with a lingering kiss in the kitchen, her tail wrapping around my leg one last time as she murmured, "Hurry back, biology boy. I've got plans for tonight." Her golden eyes had sparkled with promise, leaving me half-distracted before I even stepped out the door. Classes were a necessary evil, but with Miko waiting at home, they felt like an eternity.
My first lecture was Advanced Genetics, a core class for my major, packed with eager undergrads scribbling notes on CRISPR and gene editing. I slid into my usual seat near the back, pulling out my notebook just as Professor Harlan started droning about ethical dilemmas in bioengineering. It was ironic, given Miko's backstory—Project Chimera could have been a case study. My mind wandered to her, the way her fur felt under my fingers, until a soft voice pulled me back.
"Hey, mind if I sit here?" I looked up to see a girl with wavy auburn hair and bright green eyes, clutching a stack of textbooks. She was cute—freckles across her nose, a warm smile that lit up her face. I'd seen her around before; her name was Elena, I think, from a group project last semester.
"Sure," I said, shifting my bag. "Elena, right?"
Her eyes widened slightly, a blush creeping up her cheeks. "Yeah! And you're... the one with the cool old house off-campus? I remember from that icebreaker." She settled in, her knee brushing mine accidentally as she arranged her notes. Or was it accidental? She leaned a bit closer than necessary, her perfume—something floral and light—wafting over.
The lecture dragged on, but Elena kept glancing my way, her pen tapping nervously. Midway through, she slid a note across the desk: "This stuff is wild. Ever think about splicing genes for fun?" I chuckled quietly, scribbling back: "Only in theory. Real life's complicated enough."
She bit her lip, suppressing a grin, and passed another: "We should study together sometime. I could use help with the ethics part." Her handwriting was neat, with a little heart dotting the 'i' in 'sometime.' Flirty? Maybe. I felt a twinge of flattery—Elena was smart, outgoing, the kind of girl who'd turn heads in any room. But my thoughts flicked back to Miko, her purring echoes making everything else pale.
After class, she lingered as we packed up. "So, about that study session? I'm free this weekend." Her green eyes locked on mine, hopeful, a subtle lean forward that closed the space between us.
I hesitated, smiling politely. "Sounds good, but I've got a packed schedule. Roommate stuff." It wasn't a lie—Miko was more than enough to handle. Elena's face fell just a fraction, but she recovered with a nod.
"No worries. Text me if you change your mind?" She slipped me her number on a torn notebook page, her fingers brushing mine longer than needed. As she walked away, swaying hips and a backward glance, I pocketed it, feeling a mix of guilt and amusement. Crushes were harmless, right? But with Miko in the picture, it felt like playing with fire.
The rest of the day blurred by—labs, lectures, more texts from Miko: "Miss your hands already. " By evening, I was rushing home, the old house's lights welcoming me like a beacon. Miko greeted me at the door, ears perked and tail swishing, wearing shorts and a tank top that left little to the imagination.
"Rough day?" she asked, pulling me into a hug that pressed her body fully against mine. Her purr started immediately, vibrating through us as her claws lightly scratched my back.
"Not too bad," I murmured, kissing her deeply, tasting the wild sweetness on her tongue. We moved to the couch, her straddling my lap in seconds, hips grinding slowly as our kisses heated up. My hands roamed under her top, thumbs teasing her nipples until they pebbled, eliciting soft moans.
"Tell me about it," she whispered between nips at my neck, her rough tongue sending shivers down my spine. I mentioned class, omitting Elena for now—why stir jealousy when things were this good? Instead, I focused on her, slipping a hand down her shorts to tease her through her panties, feeling her wetness grow as she rocked against my fingers.
"You're so responsive," I breathed, circling her clit with deliberate slowness. She arched, tail thrashing, her claws digging into my shoulders as she chased the friction.
"And you're addictive," she gasped, her hand dipping into my pants to stroke me firmly, matching my rhythm. We edged each other like that—building waves of pleasure without cresting—until dinner called, leaving us breathless and wanting.
As we ate, Elena's number burned in my pocket, a harmless reminder of the world outside our bubble. But with Miko's golden eyes on me, full of heat and something deeper, I knew where my desires lay. The tease continued, a promise building toward something inevitable. Little did I know, echoes of admiration could complicate things soon enough.