"Soooo… What do you think?" Amy asked me.
"Well, some of the kids knew me already, and the new faces seemed to warm up to me easily. They are a good group of kids, and they seem to really love drawing and painting."
"Does that mean you'll do it?!"
"Amy, I don't know. I can see they are having fun, but my heart just is not in it like it used to be. I feel so empty inside when it comes to art. It makes me feel sad and lonely, and those feelings make me want to paint and draw even more. But then when I do… I feel even worse. They are so happy, and I enjoy seeing them that way. However, I can't be passionate about it like I used to be."
"Then what about this? Right now, the elementary class is focused on mainly letting their creativity run free without worries. We don't focus on color theory or what different mediums should and should not be used for. It isn't a limiting class. But you can teach it how you want! If the passion isn't there, then how about structuring more around the technical aspect of art in a way they can understand."
"I need to think about this, I will let you know over the weekend. But Amy, I am not making any promises."
"That's enough for me! Just let me know by Sunday, okay? I am going to send out an email to the parents tonight to let them know that I may need to stop the elementary classes for the time being, and that they will know more Monday on what the plan is."
After wrapping up my conversation with Amy I decided to take a walk downtown. Her studio is in a quiet complex, but just a few streets down is the hustle and bustle of downtown. It may not be the best choice, considering I did start my heat cycle today, but my inhibitors shouldn't wear off for a few more hours and it is only the first day. Today was a whirlwind, and I could use a few hours to myself.
Walking down the street I came across a newly opened café and decided to take a step inside.
"Hello! Welcome to Stardust Café. My name is Gregory, but you can call me Greg. Take a look through our menu and let me know what you would like!"
Well, Greg sure seems to be in a good mood. I just wanted to check out what this place looked like, but I guess I will order something, so I don't seem rude.
"I will just have a large vanilla iced coffee please. And one of your cream cheese danishes as well."
"Great, have a seat and I will call you up when your order is ready. Can I have a name please?"
"It's Avery, thank you."
Looking around, the café was not too busy. I was the only one in line to order, and the few tables that were occupied had one patron each. Some were reading, while others were doing work. I made my way to a table that sat next to a large pane of windows looking out into the street. It started to lightly rain, but that did not stop the foot traffic of people heading in and out of the area. The warm streetlights that were placed outside every two or three business turned on, and it made for quite the melancholy scene as I looked out through a window kissed by rain.
Closing one eye and squinting with the other I moved closer to the window. There was a slow rolling rain drop right in front me, and I leaned in to look at the world through it. It's so peaceful. The coolness from the glass was refreshing, and even though the world looked relatively the same I couldn't help but think how this image should captured.
"Excuse me, sir?"
"Huh, what? I'm so sorry." Having been lost in thought I missed the barista calling my name. "Thank you very much. I apologize again, I was lost in thought." I said while grabbing my drink. "I'm sorry I made you walk over here."
"It's no problem at all, but if you don't mind me asking what were you so lost in thought about? You seem to be rather young, high school maybe? What would someone like you be spacing out for so long about?"
What? Why is this guy so nosey?
"I'm nineteen, I already graduated high school. And It's not that important, a lot of different things I guess, but nothing serious. I don't want to take up more of your time, so I'll just be on my way."
"It's really not a bother at all, as you can see, I am not that busy. I don't even work here officially; I am just helping out my sister who owns the place."
"Look, Greg, I really do not want to talk about it, I came in here because it was not busy and looked like a quiet place to calm down after a hectic day."
Looking around, I realized that all the customers had already left. There were only three to begin with, but still. I was not fond of this situation, especially with how pushy he was being. I could tell he was an alpha, and I just wanted to get out of here.
Leaning down next to my ear, he brushed some loose strands of hair out of my face.
"I can make you forget all about your day, if you want." He whispered in my ear.
"No, really, I'm good. Please get away from me."
He took a few steps back, and I got up to leave this place, not having even touched the coffee or danish. As I started approaching the door, I was overwhelmed by a rush of pheromones. This is not good. I need to get out of here fast, but my legs are starting to grow weak, and he keeps moving closer. Thanks to my inhibitors I am only reacting as any other omega would being exposed to alpha pheromones like this, but they are going to lose their effectiveness the more I'm exposed.
As he kept showering me with pheromones, I pretended I was affected more than I really was. Falling onto my knees, he got closer and started emitting them even stronger than at first. Looking up at him I saw his pupils were dilated and his face was flush. He must be in a rut, and I didn't notice until it was this bad because of the inhibitor I took earlier.
"Look you are in… Ahhh… A Rut. You need… To go home." Fuck, I can barely speak.
He kept inching his way closer to me, like a predator to his prey. I mustered up all the strength possible, and right before he could grab me, I pushed him as hard as I could. Without looking back, I made a run for it. My body was growing hotter and hotter, and I could feel myself getting wet. My heart rate was rising, and I was breathing faster. I couldn't tell if my heart rate and rapid breathing was due to the running or due to my heat, but one thing was for sure – my inhibitors were no longer working. My mind was a complete mess. I knew I needed to get somewhere safe, but when I first ran out of the café, I was headed in the opposite direction of my car. I tried getting my phone out of my pocket, and that stopped me dead in my tracks. My phone, my keys, my wallet… They were not in my pockets.
Without any way to call someone and being too afraid to run back in the direction of the café, I did my best to find someone who could help. I was an omega in heat, and everyone steered clear of me. Security stopped me from entering businesses, and no one would listen to me when I asked for help. Everyone assumed that I was looking for someone to spend the night with, rather than genuinely needing assistance. I kept walking for another twenty minutes, but each second was grueling. I barely had any strength to walk, and my lower stomach was aching, needing something to fill it.
I must be out of my mind. I was too unaware to even know which part of town I had walked to, but there was a secluded alleyway that came into view. I need to do something; I am going crazy. Walking as far back into the alleyway as I could, I sat down and took my now rain-soaked pants and shirt off. I was so hot I thought I was going to die, but feeling the cool rain touch my skin helped a little. The pressure from my dick pushing against my pants was remedied when I took them off.
I didn't want to look like a crazy person jacking off in an alley, and I didn't want to succumb to these desires in these circumstances. I just want to go home; I just need to be home. I don't even know where I am. I can barely walk, and my heat is just getting worse and worse. Aside from my first heat when I was fourteen and presented while I was home alone, I always have taken suppressants.
I'm not one to judge having a partner for a heat cycle, but I wanted the first time I spent a heat with someone to be special, not as a means to an end. Ah fuck, I need something inside. I am aching so bad. Trying to suppress my pheromones was hard enough, but as soon as I thought that they came flowing out of me. Taking my hand I started rubbing my dick, needing some sort of release to help clear my mind. Biting down on my lip to refrain from making any noise, I came into my palm. Shit, this isn't enough. Someone just fucking help me! Shifting onto my hip I took my hand and slid it behind myself, down to my butt.
I've masturbated before, but I have never been desperate like this. Taking two fingers I slid inside myself, trying to get some sort of release. Mmmmm, ngh, ahhhh, this feels good but it's not enough. Feeling something warm slide down my chin, I used my other hand to wipe it. Oh, I am bleeding. Probably from biting my lip so hard. Tears started streaming down my face, and soon began mixing with the blood from my lip. I was too embarrassed to keep going, too scared to stop, and angry at the alpha who put me in this situation.
I was freezing from the rain, but at the same time I was hot from my heat. My body ached the more I touched myself, but every time I stopped my desire would build until I gave in again. The longer I lied there scared and alone the more panicked I would feel. My breathing kept getting faster and my heart kept beating harder until the world around me started fading away.