Chapter 3: Embarrassment

Amanda wanted to hide away and disappear. But at the same time, an inconvenient thought crept into her mind.

He was big... and yes, she was thinking of his cock, but especially about everything else. He was still getting in shape, but his natural build was big: tall, broad shoulders.

It was almost as if he had been created to check off all of her fetishes. And this made her even more embarrassed.

Even worse was the mess she was making. With a gasp of shock, the woman noticed the trail of droplets of arousal she had left behind.

"Fuck..." Amanda murmured, trying to hide her face with her hands.

She had always been like that. She squirted like a geyser when she climaxed, and got wet like a faucet when something made her horny.

At least she was not lactating, because that would be even more embarrassing.

"Pull yourself together, I can’t be having these thoughts," she murmured, trying to cool the heat inside her.

She quickly scrambled for napkins to clean the floor and her own horny cunt. At the same time, she tried to think rationally about it.

She was 29 years old, ten years older than him. Arthur even used to call her aunty, after she spent a year working under Anne.

"But he really changed a lot..." she murmured to herself.

The last time she had seen him, he was a small and shy twelve-year-old boy. How did that cute thing become that gentle giant?

"Fuck..." she gasped again, as she made the floor messy again.

Amanda cleaned it as fast as she could, then covered herself with the sofa blanket, as it was the only thing around.

And still, the arousal was hard to contain.

"Pull yourself together," she said, getting up and walking to the mirror on one of the walls. Her face was red like a tomato, her brown and wavy hair beginning to get messy because she hadn’t dried it properly.

"Sorry!" Just at that moment, Arthur opened the door, his face still clearly embarrassed as he saw Amanda.

He blinked in shock. The blanket worked well enough at hiding her boobs, especially with the woman wrapping her arms tightly around it, pulling the fabric close against her chest. But it was short, stopping inches away from revealing her pussy.

The wide curves of her hips were almost exposed, and her surprisingly plump ass was visible. And even as she turned to face him, the blanket rode up just enough to make it impossible not to catch a glimpse of her thick thighs. He could even see a glimpse of her...

"My clothes are inside," was all Amanda said, looking down, blushing.

Arthur immediately stepped away, looking at the ceiling. "I’m going to take the cat to a vet, just to check if everything is okay," he said.

"Okay, the college you’ll be studying at has a veterinary course; they check up on animals for free," Amanda explained before running for her room.

As she passed him, Arthur had a very hard time not picturing her perfect ass bouncing sexily, and soon the door to her room was closed.

He took a deep breath, trying not to think about it, and turned his full attention to the small cat, which, by the way, was trying and failing miserably to hide.

It kept squeezing itself behind the couch, only for its tail to stick out like a flag, and every time Arthur reached for it, it bolted to the other side, tripping over its own paws.

Arthur eventually scooped the little thing up, tucked it inside his jacket, and headed out. The rain from earlier was gone, as it was just a short summer storm.

The college wasn’t far, but the campus was bigger than he expected. The buildings were modern, with tall glass windows and wide green spaces between them.

He followed the signs to the veterinary wing, walking through a corridor that smelled faintly of disinfectant and hay.

Finally, he found the place... It was nothing more than a small classroom, with a large wardrobe and a few unused cages.

At the center of the unassuming room, there was a person.

It was a young guy crouched on the ground behind a bench, holding a small bird with both hands, staring at it intensely.

But what made it weird was that he was making faces at the bird. Squinting his eyes, puffing his cheeks, and then relaxing his face slowly, over and over again.

The bird itself didn’t look bothered by that, but still... Arthur stared in shock, trying to guess what the hell was happening.

Finally, the guy noticed him and quickly stood up, the bird still cupped in his hands.

"I’m speaking and connecting with it," the guy explained with conviction as he let the bird free.

The animal chose to rotate once around him before landing on his shoulder and rubbing its face against its owner.

Maybe he had a point...?

"Does it work?" Arthur asked.

"I have no idea. But this little guy keeps cocking his head at me, so I keep cocking mine back. I think we’re making progress."

The bird chirped once and flew away, choosing to stay far away this time.

"...Or not," the guy said, dusting off his hands. "Anyway, I’m Leo. Second-year vet student. You lost?"

"Arthur. I just moved here for college. I found a stray kitten and someone told me you guys check up on animals for free?"

Leo’s eyes lit up. "Oh yeah, absolutely! Bring him in, let me take a look."

Arthur carefully pulled the small cat out of his jacket and handed it over. Leo cradled it gently, checking its ears, its eyes, its belly, running his fingers through its fur with practiced ease.

"He’s small. Underweight, probably the runt of the litter," Leo said, mostly to himself. "But he seems healthy. No visible infections, eyes are clear, gums look fine." He looked up at Arthur. "Where’d you find him?"

"Out in the rain. His mother had three kittens, but this one was barely moving."

Leo nodded slowly. "Alright. We can keep him here for three days, just to observe. Make sure there’s nothing brewing under the surface, you know? If he’s fine by then, we’ll give him his first round of vaccines and hand him back to you."

"Seriously? Just like that?"

"Hey, that’s what the program’s for," Leo grinned. He reached under a counter and pulled out a small carton. "Here, this is special kitten formula milk. It has actually been developed by our lab; it has the right balance of fat and protein for him."

The man looked very proud of his course. And he carefully took the cat with him, slowly convincing the small creature to relax.

"Thanks, man. Really."

"Don’t mention it. Come back in three days."

Relaxed that the cat had survived, Arthur left the veterinary wing feeling lighter than he had in days. The little guy was in good hands.

But now he had a problem.

"What the hell do I name you..." he muttered to himself, walking through the campus paths. He had never been good at naming things.

Actually, he didn’t even ask Amanda if he could keep a pet... Well, he would be out of her house in three weeks, so it was probably fine, right?

Now more than ever, he needed money; in other words, he needed a part-time job. He was so lost in thought that he didn’t hear the footsteps running up behind him.

"Boo!"

Two soft, heavy things pressed into his back as a pair of arms wrapped around his neck from behind, nearly knocking him forward.

Arthur’s brain short-circuited for a full second before the familiar scent of expensive perfume and the unmistakable feeling of two very generous breasts squished against his back told him exactly who it was.

"Iris?!" he blurted, turning his head.

The dark-haired beauty was grinning up at him, her arms still draped over his shoulders, not the least bit interested in letting go. She was wearing a suit that was struggling in the same way every piece of clothing she owned seemed to struggle, and her long dark hair fell in loose waves around her face.

"What are you doing here?" she asked, her voice warm and teasing. "Classes don’t start any time soon, Mr. Eager Beaver."

"I... I found a cat," Arthur stammered, still very aware of how close she was. "I was taking him to the vet program."

Iris’s eyes softened immediately. "A cat... Seriously! Where is he? Let me see!"

"He’s staying there for observation."

"Aww." She finally let go of him, stepping around to face him. With her high heels, she was as tall as he was, which meant her chest was right at eye level, and Arthur had to actively fight his gaze upward.

"Anyway, what about you? What are you doing wandering around?"

"Actually, I just finished my classes," Iris smiled. "So, do you want to come drink with me? I can show you the best places around, so you can take your future girlfriend."

Arthur looked down, listening to that. Dating was still a sour topic for him.

"Did I touch a nerve?" Iris commented, covering her soft smile with her left hand. "Sorry, but we have even more reason to drink. Tell me everything, and I will cheer you up."