Maddy stared at the back of the teacher's head and sighed. What she wouldn't give to be literally anywhere else right now. The wrinkled old crone that taught her math class had a voice like gravel and a personality to match. It drove Maddy crazy.
Maddy McGowan was in her senior year and was easily one of the best looking girls in the school. She had a sweet smile and a face so covered in freckles that it looked like her pale skin was fixed in a permanent blush. Her hair was a fluffy tangled mess of the most fiery orange. Her body had a shape like a milf in training. Her ass was wide and luscious, filling out her jeans until the seams were stretched. Her breasts were nearly the biggest in the entire school and she wasn't afraid to wear tank tops that bared her entire midriff and showed off indecent amounts of extremely freckled cleavage. If it wasn't for the lax dress codes at their school, she would've never gotten away with so much skin. Many boys and girls alike at the school tried to get her attention, but in the month since school had started, she hadn't had eyes for any that had come after her.
Instead, Maddy had her sights set on Bellinda Nosh, a Satyr two years her junior. Bell was a brand new student just transferred to this school this year and Maddy had been taken with her from the first day. She had been talking with her, sitting with her at lunch, and just generally trying to get to know her. It had been damn difficult though because she barely got any words back. Bell was sheepish and quiet. Maddy felt like she was getting to know her despite her quietness, and they had become at least some level of friends. Up until now it was like Bell was both blind and deaf to all of Maddy's attempts to seduce her. She never met her eyes, never spoke back with much more than single words, and it seemed like her mind was always focused on school or study. Maddy liked shopping and she liked sex. Both things she wanted share vigorously with her crush.
Maddy shook herself out of her daydreams and blinked. The bell was ringing, signifying the end of the period and the start of lunch. That meant another chance for her to flirt with her pretty Satyr dream.
Scooping up her binder and quickly stuffing it into her bag, she dashed for the door. She hit it and hurried down the hall and toward the open cafeteria doors. It looked like your average school cafeteria. Tables and chairs, a lunch counter along one wall, and a few windows looking out onto the small school grounds. Students had barely started to trickle in and she couldn't see Bell anywhere. So she grabbed a tray and headed through the lunch line.
She wasn't really paying attention to what she was getting. Her eyes kept sweeping the doors until what she sought came through them. As expected, her head was down and her eyes were fixed on a book in her hands.
Bell was a very pretty, as all Satyrs were, in a very natural way. She never wore jewelry or makeup. Her hair was a naturally shiny chocolate and it fell in thick waves to her lower back. Out of that hair grew a pair of branch-like antlers with three points each. They were covered in golden bark and Maddy noticed that they sometimes sprouted flowers or leaves. Her ears were like a doe's, soft and pointed from the sides of her head. She had deep, forest green eyes behind very thick glasses. Being a Satyr meant she was covered in thick, floofy fur from the waist down and hers was the creamiest soft white. Her legs ended in shiny charcoal black hooves. She didn't seem to like to show it off though as she was only ever seen in loose skirts that fell past her knees.
Always worn with the skirts, seemingly in an attempt to obliterate any femininity or shape of her body, were sweaters thicker than her own fur. Today's was earthy brown wool and it stretched from her thighs up almost to her chin. Even with the plush turtleneck, her chest was undeniably massive massive, and it looked it because of how short she was in comparison to Maddy. Her breasts were second in size in the school, bigger than Maddy's but barely edged out by the resident centauress. It was part of the reason why Maddy fell for her so hard. Who wouldn't want to touch tits bigger than your head?
Maddy's eyes fell to her own outfit as she stepped away from the lunch line. She had, as usual, tried to show off as much skin as legally possible. She had on tiny hotpants more fitting for a game of volleyball than school, and a spaghetti strap top that barely came to touch the skin below her breasts. She knew by now that amount of skin wasn't the problem in getting Bell to talk, but it couldn't possibly be hurting her attempts.
She chose a table by the window that was in the distant corner and sat down. After a couple of minutes, Bell came over and sat down across from her with a tray of her own food, her nose still in her book.
"Good book?" Maddy asked with a smile.
Bell blusher and quickly stowed it in her bag, "Uum... Yes."
And that was it. That was her whole answer. She immediately dug her fork into the pile of mashed potatoes on her plate and began eating.
"So what was that book about?" Maddy asked.
"Uh. The royal family." Bell mumbled and sipped at her juice.
This was what Maddy had been doing for a month straight. Clearly Bell thought of them as at least some kind of friends because she had been sitting with her every day for half that time so far. But she never said more than these curt lines. It wasn't anything malicious. Maddy could only assume she was just crippling levels of shy so she never pushed too hard. For someone as naturally extroverted as Maddy, trying to have a conversation with an extreme introvert was a challenge. The reverse had to be even worse.
As the almost-conversation carried on through lunch, Maddy decided to try and hit the problem head on. This wasn't getting anywhere and she wanted to know what the deal was. She leaned across the table and whispered to Bell.
"Bell, why don't you talk more? We've been sitting together at lunch, and in the library, and all that but I never get more than a few words." Maddy asked quietly.
As expected, Bell went scarlet and turned away quite quickly. She mumbled something, grabbed up her bag, and hurried away without even picking up her lunch. She rushed through the tables and out of the cafeteria in a flutter of dress and the clack of hoof. Maddy huffed and sat back, crossing her arms in frustration. What had she done? Was a simple question too much to ask?
She decided it wasn't, and that Bell wasn't going to just run away this time. There was only two places that girl ran to, and that was the bathroom or the library. The small school had two bathrooms and one of them was right here off the cafeteria. That meant Bell had gone to either the bathroom on the other side of the school, or the library. She'd try the bathroom first.
The guess turned out to be a lucky one. She pushed into the girl's bathroom and saw the shine of black hooves beneath the nearest stall. She walked over and stood close to it.
"Bell, why did you run? I just want to talk with you but you never say anything." Maddy asked. Her voice echoed in the tile bathroom momentarily and then silence. She could've sworn Bell was holding her breath or something because there wasn't even the sound of panicked breathing or crying from the stall.
Seconds passed and Maddy crossed her arms over her prodigious chest. She blew out a breath and tapped her foot impatiently. The hooves stayed quite still on the tiled floor.
Maddy threw her hands up, "If you don't want to talk, why do you always sit with me? I'm not trying to be mean, I just what the chance to get to know you. If I'm too pushy though, fine. Don't say anything." There was a heavy silence and Maddy sighed, "That's what it is, isn't it? You were just being nice because I wanted to talk. Don't worry about me anymore then, I'll find someone else to sit with and leave you alone."
