Without being invited, Jared fell into step behind Cassie as she left the kitchen and headed upstairs.
Jared had made a split-second justification that, as a dog, he didn't exactly have to follow the same moral compass as other human beings. Well, so long as nobody found out, and what was the chances that anyone would ever connect Jared Webster with a big, shaggy sheepdog?
He hesitated for an instant at the food of the stairs, but not from any twinges of conscience. What horny 17-year-old boy has those? No, it was simply that stairs took a moment for him to adjust for his new mode of locomotion on four feet. In a flash, he got the hang of it, bounding up the stairs to keep pace with Cassie.
Cassie entered her room, and Jared gazed around the inner sanctum. He had never been in a girl's room, but it was not really as exotic as he had imagined it might be. But while he was looking at posters on the wall and the baffling array of cosmetics in bottles and tubes on her dresser, Cassie began stripping off her clothes. She stopped at bra and panties, and seemed to remember his presence.
"Oh, hey," she said. "You wanted to hang out with me some more, Shaggy?"
She sat on the edge of her bed and patted the covers. He didn't need a moment to think about it. Jared clambered his way onto her bed and soon found his furry chin resting in her lap over the lacy panties. They smelled nice, like a spring meadow.
And then she did it!
Cassie, idly, scratched behind his left ear with her long, manicured nails. Jared experienced the sensation of bliss, blotting out everything except the two of them. He had never felt anything comparable as a human. An incredibly pleasurable sensation spread through his entire body and triggered his hindquarters to wag vigorously.
"Oh, you're such a sweet dog, Shaggy," she said and reached with her other hand to begin scratching behind his other ear. If the sensation of having one ear scratched by a beautiful girl had been unbelievably fantastic, Jared felt like she had now increased his pleasure a hundredfold. He was all but drooling in her lap.
"But I can't sit here all evening petting on you," Cassie said. She gently moved his head from her lap and got to her feet. "Maybe after my shower."
She stepped toward the door to her bathroom and Jared leaped off the bed and caught up with her in two bounds. She turned and looked down at him. Her breasts shook gently beneath her frilly bra. "And where do you think you're going?" Cassie asked.
Jared was so taken aback he sat down on his hindquarters and looked up at her in a most entreating way. "Please, please, please let me in," he tried to broadcast to her. A tiny bit of doggy drool leaked from his jaws and splashed on the carpet.
"I'll give you some more loving," she promised, "after my shower."
With that, she closed the door in the face of a very disappointed Jared.
He remained seated in front of the door, whimpering from the cruel denial of his hopes and dreams. He heard the sound of water in her shower on the other side of the door. He whined and whimpered some more.