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Kitty: A Girl Named Cat Ch. 01

By: xiola-blue



I'm a 5'7" single female, with porcelain skin and hazel eyes. I have long, bright red hair and several colorful, but discrete tattoos. I have been described as being cute more times than I can count, so that is what I will use to describe myself for overall attractiveness. I have beautiful full breasts, an hourglass figure, and have been complimented many times on what a fabulous ass I have. Height/weight proportionate. Professional, looking for.....looking for...

I guess this story is more about who I found; he lives right across the hall.

My neighbor and I met in the hallway of our adjacent apartments a few weeks after I moved in. I was immediate struck by how intense his eyes were, unlike anything I had ever seen. They reminded me of Peridot; a deep yellow base, but also very green at the same time. I had to keep looking away because for whatever reason looking into his eyes made me uncomfortable. 

He was maybe a few inches taller than me, slender build. His face, he's gorgeous. Androgynous looking to a point, full lips and pronounced cheek bones, yet he came off as being very masculine. Nice thick head of hair, shaggy and almost a dirty blonde color with a kiss of red undertones. Stylish too, had an effortless look to how he pulled himself together. He smelled a-ma-zing. 

We exchanged some vital info about each other. He worked in some kind of technology based something that seemed very complex and hard for me to absorb exactly what he said he did for a living. I told him I was photographer and have a small studio in back of an art gallery my friend owns right in the middle of our trendy arts district. We shook hands, said "nice to meet you" and that was about it.

A few nights later I was out with a couple of bar friends at a pub down the street from me and I ran into my neighbor and a couple of his friends. Everyone seemed to click and we met up there again a few days after that as a group. This went on for two weeks and then our friends coupled up with one another. It was not a bad thing, actually it was kind of cool to see how seemingly perfectly matched the new couples were. This now left my neighbor and I alone together.

My neighbor was very charming, witty, and sometimes he had unexpected strokes of brilliance in his way of thinking. As our hugs to say "hello" turned into hugs for "hello" and to say "goodbye", gestures of nuzzling to show affection turned into nightly couch cuddles. The more I was around him, the more I wanted to be around him and the more I wanted to be around him, the more I desired to be with him sexually. He was sweet and playful and I could tell because of how he responded to my often made lewd comments, he had a naughty side, not as big as mine, but it was there. 

I used my full girl arsenal to show him I was interested in sex. I wore short skirts, often with stockings and garters and low cut shirts with or without a bra. Gave lots of flirty advances, had many incidents of "accidental" cleavage rubbing or brushes against his cock. I also made indecent comments I played off as if I did not know I had said anything "bad". I did it all. What I usual got back was a sinister grin and "come hither" eyes. I would come closer, be warm in his embrace and that is where it ended. 

He had bestowed me with a nickname which partially was inspired because of my favorite hoodie that has cat ears on it. The other inspiration was drawn from the fact that I have a pronounced sexual side that he perceived to be mischievous and naughty. He swore he could hear me and feel me change into what he now called "Kitty." I played up being "Kitty" and he encouraged me to be bad.

Oddly, we developed a physical intimacy of sorts without it being entirely sexual in nature. I had a headache one night was already in bed before my neighbor came over. Concerned seeing the pain of a migraine all over my face, he got into bed with me and rubbed my back, got me water and kept me company. Before long we fell asleep. We slept from 7pm until my alarm went off at 6 the next morning. 

Upon waking, my neighbor immediately began complimenting my comfortable mattress, how well he slept and how good he felt. What brand of mattress was it, where had I gotten it. When I told him how much it cost, he took a deep breath in, stared up at the ceiling with his lips curled in like he was thinking really hard. 

"Maybe I can sleep over again tonight to see if it was a fluke thing before running off to buy one," he muttered playfully as he leaned in to kiss me on the cheek before he headed home to get dressed. 

That night we had dinner and watched a movie, had glasses of wine. He played with my hair and rubbed my back before whispering in my ear about being "ready for bed". I changed into a cotton pink flowered babydoll nighty to set the mood for innocent, yet have your way with me sex. He smiled and told me how foxy he though I looked.

We got into bed and he scooped me up into his arms, pressing his whole body against mine looking into my eyes. "I adore you," he said before sweeping my hair off of my forehead and giving me a lingering kiss on my cheek. He pulled me into his chest and he fell asleep almost instantly. Me, I barely slept wondering how this became the end of our evening.

From then on he was staying over every night. He brought clothes over, toiletries. He showered here; basically he was living with me. With my occasional evening hours, he even had his own key and would be there waiting for me with dinner ready. 

I was beyond confused. I did not ask why we were not having sex nor did I kick him out because I was lovelorn. He would not make a move and I was essentially throwing myself at him all the time. 

After a long month sleeping next to him, I woke up with a tank wound around me awkwardly in my sleep. I felt panic at first and subsequently irritated by it so I took it off, threw it onto the floor and I rolled over to go back to sleep. 

His face the next morning was priceless when he went to spoon me for morning adorations and found me without a shirt on. As I could tell he was struggling to say something, I jumped in saying that my tank had turned into an anaconda in the middle of the night, twisting and trying to suffocate me. In defense of my nakedness I added that it was the 3rd night that week I had woken up caught in my clothing. Generally, I cannot stand to sleep with a shirt, tank, or anything around my neck or shoulders; I feel like I'm being choked. The whole month he had been staying over, I dreaded every kiss goodnight that left him fast asleep and left me fully clothed. 

Very sweetly he told me I didn't have to wear anything on his behalf while he kissed down my neck and ran his fingers across my stomach. Thinking that was a green light for sex I pounced, but he fought me off throwing out that I was being a "frisky Kitty".

Soon he started leaving the bathroom door open while he bathed in my glass shower stall. Then we started taking showers together to "save water". Also after watching me take a bath in my expensive bath bombs, he invited himself in one night. That led to us sharing occasional evening relaxing bath times together. We were nearly or completely naked most of the time in or out of the bedroom.

Now, this part I hate to admit, because it really is on the line of being utterly pervy; I would stroke my neighbor in his sleep. I would make him as hard as I could, happy to milk out just a little pre-cum. I know it's awful, I feel bad for doing it. He didn't know I was doing it either. I guess he may find out if he reads this.

On a Friday morning I had woken up early and lovingly played with his cock for a half hour before the alarm went off. When he woke up he looked surprised, like he knew how hard his cock was and was asking himself why. 

I jumped on top of him and covered him with kisses. "Someone must have been having a very good dream," I taunted before kissing down his stomach and brazenly planting a long, soft kiss on the head of his throbbing cock.

Quickly, I felt him pull me up and he rolled me over on my side. "You're being a very naughty Kitty this morning," he scolded and firmly smacked my bare ass. He then told me he had an early meeting and he had to get moving.

I should have left it alone, but I couldn't. Pre-menstrual hormones make me absolutely insatiable. It was now or never, I impulsively decided.

As I got into the shower he was rinsing his hair. He smiled and pulled me in for a hug saying, "Such a sweet morning girl," to me.

"Not so sweet," I said in response. "I want you." He smiled at me and rubbed his nose against mine. 

"I'm not kidding," I said as seriously as I could and grabbed his cock in my hand and began to stroke it while I kissed the nape of his neck. I could feel him swell and pulse as my kisses made their way onto his chest. 

"Please," I begged and then looked up at him.

He looked like he was in disbelief and completely uncomfortable.

I was mortified. 

I let go of him and backed away blurting something out about my crazy fucking hormones and got out of the shower as fast as I could. I blotted myself with the towel while running to get back in bed. Wet and cold I laid there as quiet as I could under the covers. 

I heard him come in after several minutes passed. I wished that my breathing had ceased to the point where medical intervention would have been necessary. I wanted to be invisible.

My neighbor climbed in bed behind me, on top of the covers. He pulled the covers down off of my head, and I hid my face in the pillow. He petted a clump of wet hair and leaned over me to kiss my cheek. "We okay," he asked nervously. 

I nodded "yes", but it was untrue. I was humiliated and horrified and I didn't understand why he rejected me. 

He gave me another kiss right before he left while I was still hiding, belittling and berating myself needlessly. It was hard to get up for work, but I made myself continue on trying to erase the morning from my mind.

As the day went on I knew I was too emotional to deal with seeing him that night. What was causing all the anxiety was not even me having to face him or us having to talk about things, I could not get out of my head how crushed I would be if he just decided to not come over. That would be much worse than the rejection I had faced that morning. 

I left my car at the studio after work and walked down to a pub full of guys having some beers before that night's game at the arena. Having fun, I mingled during happy hour, ate a few bites, and decided to hop on a bus to go to a club downtown. I flirted with men for drinks and danced and drank and danced. I knew that I was past where I should have stopped drinking and noticed it was close to 1am. I grabbed a cab and headed home. 

Sloppy, I was sloppy drunk. I had not been that way since I was a teen. I barely made it up the stairs to my third floor apartment. I opened the door and stepped inside to see my neighbor who appeared to be pacing in my living room, put his hand down from his mouth. Biting his nails was a nervous habit I had seen before. I offered for him he could chew on me instead which he took me up on a couple of times.

"So," he said throwing his arms out in a huff, "Out having fun were you? That's just great. Care to know about my night?"

I don't know exactly what came out of my mouth at that point and I'm not going to guess because I'm sure it did not match what I was thinking.

Shaking his head disapprovingly he came over to me, hands clenched in anger and took a deep breath. He was so upset he was practically shaking. Grabbing onto me and pulling me into his arms, it must have taken everything in him to put his own feelings aside in consideration of mine. There was no yelling or lecture. Maybe he knew I was suffering enough from my morning embarrassment to forego all of the fallout that could have ensued.

He led me into the bedroom and helped me take off my clothes. I went to lie down and was trying to control the spin of the room. That's all I remember.

I woke up fuzzy. My headache was minor though, luckily I had been drinking plenty of water too. My neighbor was already awake beside me staring off somewhere. When he looked over at me it was like I was knocked down by a tidal wave. I looked away trying to shrug off all the emotion that had washed over me.

He rolled over to me and kissed my forehead. I did not know what to say. I don't think they he did either. By the look in his eyes I could tell he was hurt too, if not my yesterday morning, last night did it for sure. 

Since awkward situations in life appear to be a specialty, I said the only thing I could think to say, "Breakfast."

He looked at me in amazement and repeated back, "Breakfast?"

"Big," I grumbled.

"Big?"

"Big, big," I said and rubbed my eyes.

He chuckled and said, "You must be feeling okay."

"I'm feeling a bruncher," I said.

"What's that," he asked.

"All meals rolled into one, where you just go for it. Buffet style," I paused and added, "also a hormonal thing."

My neighbor leaned in giving me repeated enthusiastic kisses on my cheek before snuggling his head beside mine.

"Breakfast," he whispered into my ear. 

Just like that, we were okay. Well almost okay. The little sparks between us, the one that drove me to do and say and be all the things that made me "Kitty" to him, were gone. It was not intentional on my behalf, I was not trying to make it stop; I lost that part of myself that morning. I did not shy away from hugs or kisses or having fun with him. We still lived our days together as we had before. He still called me Kitty here and there trying to get me to bring her forward, but it was not the same. We both knew it.

Kitty: A Girl Named Cat Ch. 02



So the dish of the day my neighbor blathered endlessly about after he came home from work was that this friend was coming in town for a weekend before leaving to fly into his next destination for business. 

We'll call his friend "Utah". Utah is where his friend got transferred to for work and where he was trying to get transferred out of. "Utah" was flying in on a Friday in two weeks. I was asked if I could let Utah in for him to his place, better, could I pick him up at the airport. Sure. I didn't have anything scheduled that would interfere and told him I would keep my schedule clear in case he got in late. I have job flexibility that he doesn't have, I was happy to help out. 

A few days before picking up Utah I had a client who was trying to wrangle her sons, ages 1, 3, and 9, for a quaint family photo. 

As time is money, my client was freaking out that she couldn't get the younger ones settled and my tricks had failed. I told her to go ahead and take a breather; I could hang out for a while, no problem. I did not have another client after her so I was not pressed for time. I mindlessly started playing with her kids building blocks. The kids came over and started playing with them as well. I got some amazing photos of them building together and my client was very pleased.

I stood between the security exit and the escalator with a blown up picture of the building blocks spelling out "Utah". Staring off into space, I didn't notice that Utah had found me. 

"Kitty," he inquired.

"He has you calling me Kitty does he?"

"What should I call you by," Utah asked.

"Kitty is fine, but most people call me Cat."

"Can I combine the two," he mused.

"Sure, just for you Utah." I extended my hand, "Kitty Cat here to take you to your weekend destination."

We shook hands and I sized him up. Utah was terribly handsome. He was tall, had dark curly hair that came to his shoulders. Behind his beard he had a youthful cuteness. Well groomed and the scent he wore was intoxicating. (Yes I have a thing for guys that smell good.)

Utah and I kept giving each other glances while we waited for his bag. We made small talk in the car. Apparently Utah talked frequently to my strange bedfellow via e-mail. Who knew? Utah said he had heard a lot about me. He asked me questions about photography, expressing an interest into taking it up as a hobby.

Making our way into the apartment I gave a quick tour, showed him his room. I let him know it would be 5:30- 5:32 spot on when he should expect his friend's arrival home from work. Food was in the fridge, beer too if he wanted it. Had I gone through everything I was expected to go over for Utah's drop off? Check, check, check. I told Utah to relax and where to find me if he needed anything. 

"Will we not be seeing anymore of each other during my stay Kitty Cat?"

"How much more of me do you want to see," I prodded with a wink. 

Utah seemed to enjoy that response, giving me a huge smile.

"I'm not sure what he has planned for the two of you this weekend. He didn't mention I was in the equation for anything other than your arrival." 

"I hope that's not true," Utah said before extending his hand. "If I don't see you again, it was wonderful to meet you."

"Likewise Utah," I said during our goodbye handshake. I smiled and let myself out.

It was all of 10 minutes later when I heard a faint knock on my door. I saw Utah trying to retreat back into his quarters, but I caught him. 

"I didn't take that long to answer," I proclaimed.

"I don't want to bother you," Utah explained, "I have just one question that I wanted to ask before he comes home."

"Come in Utah," I said and pulled him by the arm inside.

He stood across from me in my hallway.

"The two of you are not together," Utah stated.

"Was that the question, or...." I asked confused.

"A conformation, you two are not together."

"We're friends. I tried to be more, but he didn't want to, so we've moved past it."

"Yeah," Utah agreed, "He's said basically the same thing."

I was hurt thinking that Utah knew more about my neighbor's feelings about me than I did.

"I had asked him if you were attractive and he said yes. I thought he was just being polite," Utah said with a nervous grin.

I was perplexed, "Should I be offended or feel complimented right now Utah?"

"Complimented," Utah laughed and came over and hugged me, which caught me off guard and turned me on a little. He smelled so good. 

Utah stepped back from me and said, "I don't want to make you feel uncomfortable or anything, but I think you are gorgeous. Red hair, it's kind of a weakness for me."

Yes, definitely liking Utah more and more. "Between all the stories he's told me about you, and just from meeting you I can tell what a fun girl you are. I would like to spend some time getting to know with you while I'm here, even if it is not "scheduled" time."

I must have been blushing. He noticed.

"You're so damn cute." Utah stammered and then hesitated before asking, "You don't have to, but can I see you with your hair down?"

Now I was very turned on.

I unclipped my hair and it fall down past my shoulders. Utah came closer to touch it. 

"Curls, too," he said. "You're definitely the type of girl I would go for."

I looked into Utah's eyes, which at first glance I thought were brown, but he had shades of green and gold in there too. I bit my lip playfully as I smiled.

"That's cute, the lip biting thing," Utah commented.

"I do it automatically in certain situations," I said shyly as I looked down at the floor.

"What types of situations are those?"

"Situations that turn me on," I blurted and then laughed at myself aloud for not coming up with something clever before the truth tumbled out of my mouth.

"Would it be okay if I kissed you," Utah asked as he pressed up against me. "I wouldn't mind if you wanted to do a lot more than that to me," I quipped before mentally scolding myself for saying it.

Utah put his hand on the side of my face and bent down to kiss me. It was very slow and sensual. Being a girl, I love when a guy kisses me with his hand on my face so I was already moistening with excitement. They don't show guys doling out kisses like that in movies all the time for nothing. 

Pulling me into an embrace with his free hand, I was close enough to feel Utah's arousal growing against my stomach. Enjoying myself, maybe a bit too much, I pulled away being fearful of losing any control over the situation.

Utah started swaying back and forth, his cock throbbing against me while staring into my eyes. 

"Here are the rules Utah," I said sternly, but with a cute face. "No sex. No face to genital contact. No hands..." I said while rubbing my groin against him. "Hands," he said looking down at my chest.

"Oh," I said, "You're adorable. They are in play. Hopefully you'll want to use your mouth there too."

Utah thrust his cock against me, "I agree and will adhere to your rules."

"We have about two hours before he gets home, so please, since I have been sex starved for so long, please do your best to give me masturbation material for the coming months." 

The next kiss was insane. I don't recall how we made it into my bed, who took off what, or how we both came to be completely naked. We kissed and played, torturing each other endlessly. After a good hair pull and a hard bite to the back of my neck, I was one bend forward away from his cock sliding in from behind. "Utah," I stuttered, gasping for air, "I need to cum." Utah pushed his cock in between my thighs. It was almost too much to resist. 

"No," I said breaking away from his hold. "You can watch me make myself cum." My hand went down to explore my smooth, saturated pussy. "I don't know if I've ever been this wet," I pondered out loud. 

Utah had his cock in his hand. "You don't mind if I," he said knowing I could fill in the end to his sentence. I smiled and smacked my pussy playfully before spreading my legs wide. 

Telling Utah was having a difficult time finding a position he could both view me and be self-productive in, I told him to get up. I turned my body so that we made a letter "T" on the bed; I slid my leg under his arm as he lay on his side and rested my other leg over his thighs. His cock was now only inches away from my needy pussy. 

Utah's breathing was already becoming erratic as he watched me massage my clit. He slowed himself down and I watched as a little bubble of pre-cum formed. He took his finger and rubbed it all over the head of his cock. It made me squirt a little to watch him. 

No, have never been this turned on. So much pent up desire over the past five months and it didn't matter that I was acting it out with Utah instead of...oh never mind. Utah had a very hard cock he was stroking for me. I was going to focus and be thinking only about Utah. 

"You have a beautiful cock my muse. I would do wonderful things to your beautiful cock if I would let myself be as bad as I want to be." 

Utah closed his eyes and then looked back at me with a devilish grin and asked, "What kinds of things?" 

"I would start with the tip of your cock and rub it against my clit, just like if your cock was in place of my fingers. Then I would slide the tip up and down so that it was covered in my wetness." 

Utah grabbed my upper thing with his free hand. I could see how serious his face looked; he was trying not to cum. 

"Then I would place the tip right here," I said as I continued to use my fingers for demonstrational purposes, "at the opening. Pulling it in a little and then pushing it out. Just giving your cock enough of a taste to tease you with." I slid my fingers in deep and watched as Utah thrust himself dangerously close to me. 

Utah stopped touching himself and grabbed the tops of my things with his hands. I squirmed around moving my fingers in and out harder and faster. He moved and lowered his face directly above my pussy and kissed the back of my hand that was inside me. 

"Please let me taste you," Utah asked pleadingly.

I was beyond my known limits at this point of arousal. I withdrew my fingers from my pussy and laid them over it. I could see them glisten as the light hit them. 

Utah licked down from my knuckles to my fingertips. I felt his lower lip graze my pussy as he sucked my fingers into his mouth. 

I could not stop squirming about. I grabbed at my sheet and let out a vocal burst of frustration as he sucked my juices off of my fingers. I loved the feeling of having my fingers inside his mouth, his tongue running between them. 

I was having sensory overload. "I'm helpless right now," I said as my body started to tremble. Utah then dove into my pussy with his mouth. 

From the moment he started pleasuring me until I was hoarse from screaming during climax, I was nowhere to be found. He sent me away on a mind altering, excruciatingly exhausting orgasm. 

Utah looked very pleased as I started coming back from my trip. He made his way up my stomach with kisses stopping at my breasts. I knew he was going to try to fuck me. 

"I can't," I managed to utter. 

He looked up at me and got up on his knees between my spread legs with his cock in his hand stroking himself. 

I taunted, still trying to catch my breath, "You're going to cum all over me, right? I bet you have so much thick cum to cover me with." My hand slid back down to again play with my clit. 

Utah groaned and stroked faster as he watched me touch myself. "I want to make myself cum as you cover me. I bet you wish I had let you fuck me so you could make me taste myself all over your cock while making me suck out every last drop of your sweet cum." 

Trying to remain stable with one arm he lowered himself, practically laying on me, with his cock aimed at my stomach. I could feel his balls bouncing on my hand as I rubbed myself feverously. I tilted my pelvis back and rose so that his balls were smacking against my swollen wet cunt. 

"Fuck," Utah exclaimed as the first stream of hot cum landed on me, hitting the side of my face and went into my hair. Dots of it fell in straight line down my body. 

My eyes clamped shut as I felt myself cum again. I could feel stream after stream of cum fall all over me. I still wasn't finished when Utah collapsed next to me. We both were panting and dazed. 

I happened to glance at the clock on my nightstand. "Good news first," I managed to get out, "excellent use of time. The bad news is he'll be home in about 20 minutes." 

"You are very messy," Utah said with a very proud grin after looking me over. 

I felt the side of my face and rubbed his cum between my fingers before licking it off. Utah leaned in and whispered, "What I wouldn't give to have you as my neighbor."

I couldn't get Utah moving fast enough. Apparently he didn't see the need in trying to get ourselves together before my neighbor got home. I was pushing him toward the door when I heard the knob turn. I checked the clock. 5:28. Damn!

"Hey," my neighbor said excited as he went over and greeted Utah with a hug. He then looked over at me.

"Hanging out with Kitty," he said inquisitively as he came over and felt a strand of my wet hair. 

I was trying to come up with something believable. 

"Yes," I began, "silly me, I forgot to tell the poor lad what time you would be home. I was just saying any minute you would be here and then you popped in."

My neighbor smiled and nodded as if he expected me to forget details I was supposed to give to Utah. 

"So hopefully she picked you up on time and all of that," he asked Utah.

"Yeah," Utah said grinning, "she's been a real peach."

I could feel myself blush as Utah and I exchanged glances. I looked at my neighbor. I could tell he had picked up the awkward energy between Utah and I.

"Well boys," I said as I backed away, "go and make merry. I have a headache; I'm going to lie down."

"I'll tuck you in," my neighbor said as he grabbed me by the arm. "I can help you pull down the covers."

I was busted. 

"No need," I said freeing my arm from his grasp. "The covers are down. I got up to let Utah in, have fun!" I scurried off into my room, shut the door, threw back the covers and jumped in bed. 

My heart was pounding. I still couldn't relax even after hearing the front door close. I thought had no need to be worried about my indiscretion with Utah, but after seeing my neighbor's face and how he pounced on me, I knew he wasn't happy. Then of course maybe I was overreacting and everything was fine. Maybe I was feeling a tad....a whole lot guilty. 

I didn't see the boys Saturday. They could have stopped by though; I had a wedding to shoot. By Sunday morning I was a bundle of nerves. I had to get out of the apartment. When I opened my door to come out, the boys were heading out too.

A huge smile enveloped Utah's face, "We were just coming to see you Kitty Cat!"

He came over and gave me a kiss on the cheek before throwing his arm around me. I felt uncomfortable by his open display of affection. 

I looked at my neighbor who said quietly, "We thought you might like to go grab some breakfast."

"Sure," I said. 

Utah kissed me again before heading back into the apartment to go grab his forgotten wallet.

I walked over to my neighbor and held his hand. He interlaced his fingers with mine and pulled me closer. 

I stood and inch away from him and raised myself up to nuzzle his nose with mine. He nuzzled me back, let go of my hand and hugged me. I squeezed him gently and could feel some of the nervousness that had built up dissipate.

I buried my head into his neck as he whispered into my ear, "I have not slept well the last couple of nights."

"Me either," I confessed.

Utah was touchy feely with me at breakfast. I managed to endure it up to the point where he slid his hand under my skirt and up my thigh. I shifted in my seat as he continued to rub and feel me while he told a story. I was very uncomfortable. He went to rub the outside of my panties. I had enough and tugged at his arm. He got the point withdrawing his hand and put his arm around me instead, not pausing for a second as he continued on with what he was saying. 

Thankfully Utah excused himself shortly after to go to the bathroom which gave me a break to shoot a scrunch nosed unhappy glare across the table. 

My neighbor smiled and scolded, "You started it." Rolling his eyes he added, "That was the version of the story I got anyway."

"What did he tell you?"

My neighbor sat there and began to whistle looking anywhere around the diner, but at me.

I checked behind me to make sure Utah was not in sight and threatened, "Spill it or you'll be sleeping alone tonight!"

"You're going to punish me by sleeping on your couch," he quipped.

"Fuck you," I spat huffily.

My neighbor caved. "To summate," he got out and then had to clear his throat, "your refusal to fuck him only has made him want you more, especially knowing have a desire to be dominated."

Caught off guard, I had to think. Had I actually told Utah about the domination thing or did he just conclude? I sat back looking at the table trying to recall.

My neighbor chimed in another nugget for me to digest, "You must have done a number on him because he's talking about transferring here to get to know you better."

I started to choke on my saliva and began coughing vigorously. I grabbed my glass of water and chugged it down. Still not able to stop from coughing, I managed to get out, "What? Why would he do that?"

"I thought you guys hit it off," my neighbor inquired. "It would be nice to have him round."

I gasped, "You really want to share me with him?" 

His eyes got big and I hid my head in my hands. What the fuck was I thinking to even say that to him?

Did I make out with Utah before he left to catch his flight? Yes. I felt like I had to. I was not into it though having this annoying replay in my head of me asking my neighbor if he wanted to "share" me with Utah. I could not shake it.

After Utah left, I closed the door and felt a wave of heat take over my whole head and run down my chest. I was overcome by emotion. I had to get a handle on this. The feelings I had for my neighbor were not gone, if anything they were intensified. I had to put a stop to it. I was going crazy.



Kitty: A Girl Named Cat Ch. 03



I should have locked the door, but did not think to. My neighbor came walking in after taking Utah to the airport right before our Sunday night staple, "Iron Chef America." I didn't look at him, I couldn't. He sat next to me and put his arm around me as if nothing were wrong. After he kissed my cheek I pushed him away.

"I need some time alone," I said to him void of emotion.

"Why?"

"Just go."

"Alright," he said sheepishly and stood up. He stood there for what felt like minutes before saying, "I have to go to the store after work for some things, would you like me to pick up anything special for dinner tomorrow."

I could feel myself welling up with anger. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm. 

"I don't need anything." I began to shake and had tears rolling down my cheeks before I could even think to try not to cry in front of him.

He knelt in front of me and rubbed my legs trying to get me to look at him, "What's wrong Kitty?"

Tears turned into soft sobbing and he was quick to jump in for a hug. I don't know why I was letting him console me. I sank my head into his shoulder and he held me tighter. Emotion kept pouring out of me as my sobs went to full on uncontrollable crying. I wound up curled into a ball on the couch with him wrapped around me like an exoskeleton.

I tried to take deep breaths and calm down as the tears continued to fall freely. He pulled apart from me slightly to try to see my face, but I was quick to look away.

"Please tell me what's wrong," he said gently as he pulled my hair through his fingers. 

I finally looked at him and told him the truth, "I can't have you around me anymore, not like we've been. I just can't."

He looked surprised. Why would he look surprised? 

My eyes were so swollen I was having a hard time keeping them open as he looked at me. He batted his eyes quickly as they began to get teary and looked away.

He rubbed my arm as he stared off. He looked back at me. "How is it going to work then," he inquired after a hard swallow.

"Work?"

"Spending time together, being friends."

I looked at him and said what was completely heartfelt and real at the time, "I am unable to be friends with you. Maybe some time in the future we can "hang" but for right now, that's not going to "work" for me."

Hoping for some kind of explanation of what he was thinking or feeling, I wiped his tear away and put my hand on his face. He said nothing. He got up, kissed me on the cheek and headed out the door. I started crying harder and harder as I buried myself into the couch trying to muffle my cries. I dragged myself to bed and tried to focus on how I could make all the weirdness of whatever the two of us had going on disappear. I fell asleep a couple hours later on my tear soaked pillow.

I did not feel my neighbor crawl in bed with me that night. I woke up about 4 am with his arm around my stomach while he was stretched out face down sleeping beside me. 

"What the fuck!" I screamed in my head and removed his arm from me aggressively. He woke and turned to me startled. 

"You're so in love with my bed you had to sneak in to sleep in it, get the fuck out!" I snapped not fully awake.

"Calm down," he said groggily, "I came in hoping to talk, but didn't want to wake you. We need to talk." 

"I don't want to talk."

"Then please listen."

Everyone has someone they know of that was in one of those types of relationships. Abusive partner, but remained hopelessly in love. Never was treated as if they were good enough, but they kept trying to be. Knew they were wrong for staying, but could not walk away. Again, who doesn't know that person? 

There was a woman in my neighbor's life named Anna, his "ex-fiancé". They met at 17 and were together for 10 years. He adored her. She was cruel....crazy and cruel. I won't even go into the stories he told, I will only bring up what is most important, what aspect of their relationship bled over and stopped he and I from developing one. 

Anna did not "like" sex. She always made him use a condom and even wearing it, he could not cum inside her or even near her because she thought cum was "gross". She wouldn't let him go down on her or her reciprocate with him. In fact he claimed he had never cum from having oral sex as he only had a handful of experiences with two other girls prior to being with her.

When Anna left him, because he never would have left her, he found out she had been guzzling or being pumped full of every man's cum that crossed her path, including most of his friends, Utah being the one exception.

With Anna controlling every aspect of their relationship, even what level of enjoyment he could have of her sexually, my neighbor was devastated when he found out that Anna did like sex and cum, as well as having all these other wonderful nasty things done to her; she just did not want any of those things from him. 

What person wouldn't be fucked up from that?

When I entered the picture a few months later after he was torn apart, openly adoring him, and throwing myself at him, it freaked him out. He went ten years with someone who gave him little affection and even less sexual attention; I was too much for him to feel he could take on. Although he was interested in me, he felt it was too much too fast. All his words, not mine. 

Just as the alarm went off my neighbor was going into how he was not a sexual person, he never had been. Sex, to him, was of "little interest". This he tried to explain to be the core reason he did not try to have sex with me. I was "too sexual" for him. He thought I would be disappointed if he was not into it all the time because I always came off as wanting it.

I was tired and raw and although trying to be understanding about everything, I had to challenge him about "not being a sexual person" after hearing him describe his relationship with Anna. It was so clear to me what he said was bullshit even if he didn't know it.

"Look," I stated bluntly, "I do not buy it."

"Buy what?"

"That you are not into sex. You became uninterested in sex because she wanted you not to be interested in it. You've taken it on as being a part of you, that you are not a sexual person, when she conditioned you to be that way. If you want her to be able to have that kind of hold on you, for you not to want to have sexual desires for any other woman, it's on you."

Maybe I was too harsh, maybe he was too emotional. I saw his face begin to get red and he was becoming angry, very angry. I reached out to him and said the only thing that felt right to say even if it was not the right time, "I love you." 

Yeah, I did not know that was what was coming out, but there it was. 

"I'm sorry," I said apologetically as I held his hand. "I maybe just want to believe you are different, that's all. Tell me if I am wrong." 

He ripped off the sheet and stormed into the bathroom slamming the door behind him. What I said obviously had not helped.

I kept looking at the clock expecting him to start his shower for work but he didn't. I knocked on the door softly and told him what time it was, he was going to be late.

Opening the door and bowling past me, I only got a glimpse that his eyes were red and swollen. He searched his pants and grabbed his phone, heading into the living room to make a call. My walls being paper thin, I heard him calling off from work. 

I was beyond exhausted. I needed sleep. I was lucky to have no appointments for today because the rest of the week was full. 

When he came back into the bedroom, he looked totally drained. He crawled into bed with me and pulled the covers over both of us. 

Scooting his head next to mine on the pillow tears began to run down his cheeks.

I got up and laid on top of him, hugging him with my whole body. He held the back of my head, pressing me into his chest as we clung onto one another tightly. I released him from my hold and stroked the sides of his cheeks with my fingers wiping away his tears.

"I love you," I sloppily confessed yet again. I ran my thumb along his bottom lip. 

"And I don't want to share you," he admitted. 

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, kissing him softly. I began to lovingly kiss and pull his bottom lip in between mine. I used my tongue slightly while I kissed it, before moving up to do the same to his upper lip. I felt a tense excitement run up from my tail bone, over my back and grip my shoulders as I felt his tongue meet mine. Soft moans escaped as our mouths explored each other. 

As much as I was enjoying our first kiss and desperately wanted more, I felt guilt wash over me. I pulled away to ask, "What about what happened with Utah?"

He closed his eyes and grimaced. "You didn't touch him," he said softly while playing with my hair.

"Yes, but he gave me head which was against my rules."

"I think we should be honest with each other going forward," he said sternly, "you let him break the rules Kitty."

Tis true. I had. 

"I don't ever want it thrown up at me about Utah," I emphasized.

"I won't."

"No really, not ever," I warned.

"I promise I won't bring it up ever."

I smothered his face with kisses before passionately kissing him again. I could feel my body rock against him with excitement as we continued to smolder. He was quick to pull me back from going too far.

"Kitty," he sighed, "Be good."

"If I were being bad I would be sitting on your cock right now."

"Yes," he nodded in agreement, "You are a being a good Kitty, my mistake." He then paused and told me, "We need to take things slow. I'm serious Cat. I need time to sort things out."

I stuck out my lip and pouted. 

"Kitty," he said playfully, "I was talking to Cat. Slow Kitty."

I bit my lip and ran my finger down his neck, "Think we could shower, and..."

"And..." he repeated.

"Kiss a little."

"Mmmmhmmmm."

"Maybe touch a little," I said rubbing my breasts against his chest.

"Mmmmmhmmmmm," he mumbled with a huge grin while running his hands up my thighs and onto my hips.

"Maybe some more kissing," I said as I cupped my breast and brought it to his mouth.

He laughed, "I can't give you an inch can I?"

I started to shake my head "no" then changed it to an enthusiastic nod "yes".

"If you give me just an inch you will be amazed with what all I could find to do with it," I said before again covering his face with kisses. I delivered kisses down his chest and stomach, stopped right over his cock and batted my eyes at him.

"You're not going to try to stop me," I exclaimed giddily. 

Astonished, I was about to seize the opportunity when he wrestled me down to the bed saying scolding me, "No kitty, bad kitty!" He shook his head, "What am I going to do with such an eager Kitty."

By my look he probably could read my mind. He could do whatever he wanted to. I think just knowing that made him blush a little. 

"Thank you," I said not really having a reason why.

"For what?"

"I'm happy," I said all a flutter.

"I'm happy too."



Kitty: A Girl Named Cat Ch. 04



Thus began our foray into couplehood. All we did was make out for the next three weeks. He was not budging about the "no sex" stuff. I had to kick him out multiple times to masturbate after hot and heavy sessions. He was invited to watch, obviously I'm not shy, he could have stayed, but he thought it would be too tempting. I don't know. A more fair statement is to say given the choice, he removed himself.

Since we were not having any, it gave us an opportunity to talk about sex, what turned us on, what we enjoyed. His list was so short, so I kept mine to a minimum. Trying to make him more comfortable, I started breaking out my laptop for us to watch porn together, to see if he had other interests that he may not have explored. I gave him assignments to find me one clip per day for us to watch that interested him. 

Coming home from work, he was especially excited to show me a clip he had found of a woman masturbating in public. He was kissing my neck and rubbing his cock against my ass so I knew we were on to something. I can do voyeur, no problem. 

"Okay, let's go," I cheered enthusiastically. I threw off my clothes getting naked in front of him and headed to my bedroom. I came back out with a very short mini skirt and thin black, practically see through tee. I put the shirt on without a bra, stepped into the skirt, no panties and zipped it up. Once on, the skirt barely covered my ass. 

"Where are we going with you dressed like that?"

"You are going to the porn store with me. You'll get your certificate of participation once we get home." 

He argued with me about the skirt. I finally gave in and grabbed a light sweater that was longer than the skirt to cover myself up if I needed to. Not a bad idea, I had to give him credit for insisting.

I could see how nervous he was before we even got close to the door. 

"You're acting as is you've never wandered into a place like this."

"I haven't," he said.

We headed inside. I was familiar with this store; I had been coming in here since I was 14. (I looked much older than my age and was never questioned.)

The clothing, mostly stripper deluxe garb was upstairs, the naughty toys and contraptions were downstairs. I grabbed him by the hand and headed straight downstairs.

The place was dead. It was early on a Tuesday night. This place is hopping around 1am on the weekends. That's the time to come in people watch. 

I could see him nervously looking at all the various devices they had for women. I got really close to him and said "Now focus on something you would like to see a girl use on herself that would turn you on."

He did not hone in on anything and did not appear interested in looking. We made it to the end of the isle where there was a display for a device used for sex that attached in the shower. 

"Very interesting," I said as I removed the sweater. I stood in front of the display put my foot up on a footrest to give it a try. Bending forward, I could feel my skirt showing way more than it should. 

Quickly he jumped behind me so that no one else could see what I was doing. 

I looked back over my shoulder and told him, "Go find something for me to have some fun with as a gift from you to me. You owe me something that will help get me off."

I put my foot down, put the sweater back and loved seeing how big his smile was.

"I'm serious, go find me a toy. I'll go look elsewhere so you can surprise me later with whatever you pick out."

Browsing the "other" DVD section transported me into weird and magical worlds I love to get lost in. They have all kinds of fun titles that did not have a home in any other section. The crazy fetish flicks, primarily found in the "other" section, are what put this place on the map; it's the only place in town that carries them. I knew I needed to move on before he caught me. If he saw what I was looking at, he would really think I was a deviant.

He came over and grabbed my hand with a twinkle in his eye. "Come on," he said guiding me back to the corner with the shower sex display. 

"Put your foot back up," he said as he moved very close behind me. "Just do it, no one's looking."

I put my leg up and felt his hand under my skirt. I could feel him touching me with something that was cold and smooth against my lips. He fumbled around until he found my opening and used his finger to insert whatever it was deep inside me. 

Looking over my shoulder at him I was in shock he would be so bold. 

"Please tell me whatever that was, that you paid for it first."

He pulled his finger out of me and rubbed my wetness off his finger and onto my thigh. I stepped back and put my foot back down. Right then I felt vibration inside me. 

Gasping in horror and primarily delight, I looked down to see a small remote in his hand. 

"I said for you to get me a toy and although this thing may be inside me, don't think that I don't know it's for you."

He looked into my eyes and clicked the button again. I could feel the vibration get stronger. As much as I generally tend to stay away from vibrators, it was turning me on. I think it was him having control over it that was what was making me start to breathe heavily. 

"Keep looking around," he instructed with the most insatiably kissable face seen to date. It was hard to resist giving him kisses. 

This thing had six settings; I checked the packaging while I was continuing to browse the store. By the fourth click, I could feel my legs getting a little shaky. It was powerful for being so small.

After finding a DVD that titillated him, he grabbed it and asked if I was done. I shook my head yes and we headed to the check out. After handing the clerk his credit card, he clicked me up to 5. 

I braced myself against the glass counter, now taking short staggered breaths. I looked up to see the heavily tattooed and pierced kid behind the counter nodding his head and laughing after looking over at my neighbor. I was quivering. The same clerk must have checked him out with his other purchase too, I thought.

"Have a fun night," the cashier said after giving me a wink. 

Click 6. I rushed upstairs and out the door as fast as I could with my neighbor right behind me. We made it down the street about half a block when I reached back to grab his hand. I was getting ready to cum and panic washed over me. 

He led me to an abandoned glass storefront that was just a few more steps away from us. It didn't have much in the way of privacy, but it was inset off of the street about two feet. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and buried my head into his neck as he pressed my back against the glass.

I could hear people walking and talking, cars driving by and other various sounds of the city as I clung onto him. He pressed me up against the glass as hard as he could and held me up when my legs started to go out from under me. I did my best to muffle the moan I could not stop from coming out as I came. He still was holding onto me tightly even after my orgasm came to an end. 

I put my head back against the glass and he leaned in to give me a soft and lingering kiss. I felt very vulnerable and safe both at the same time. He kissed me again. Of course I had to tell him how multi orgasmic I was so he got me off a second time while I was sitting in the driver's seat in the parking lot before we left. So naughty, I loved it.

Once we were home I politely dismissed myself to remove the toy and cleaned it up for some future adventure. As I was finishing, he came in behind me and gave me a kiss. 

"I feel really dirty after being in that place, how about a shower," he said with a smile and raised eye brows.

We both got in under the hot water and started kissing. He played and sucked on my breasts and I did my best not to grab his cock, because after our little store trip I was still very swollen and wet.

He turned his back to me and I kissed his neck. Looking over his shoulder, I saw him begin to stroke himself. Crazy hot. No better teaching tool than watching someone touching themselves so you know how to touch them like they like it. I ran my fingers over his chest and down his arms as I rubbed my chest against his back. I licked and sucked his ear, which I could definitely tell he liked. 

"You must have really liked making me cum in front of everyone," I prodded. "Right now I'll be your private audience of one, but you may have to let me return the favor and let me make you cum in public sometime."

I could feel his arm moving faster as my hands got more aggressive kneading and massaging his stomach and hips, down to his groin; his excitement building as I encouraged him with my hands and mouth to keep going.

"You're making me jealous to think that your cum is going down the drain instead of inside of me, maybe you should just let me taste it," I said before becoming fully engaged in sucking and biting a small area of his neck known to make him squirm. 

His moans were coming out short and soft. I could feel his muscles tighten like he was getting ready to explode, his hand working at a much faster pace. Stroking and tugging himself with expertise, I couldn't help but grind my pussy against his ass in excitement. He was close.

I wrapped my arms tightly around his chest and held him as he had held me in the storefront. He leaned his head over toward me for a kiss. I grabbed onto him harder as he shook and tensed up. I whispered in his ear, "I love you...I love you so fucking much". 

He made a loud pleasurable cry out as I watched him pump his thick cream against the shower wall. It seemed to just keep coming. I was entranced. I have never seen so much cum in real life. I know my mouth was gaping. I tried to close it before he looked at me, but I couldn't. I let out the giddiest laugh which caught both of us by surprise. He began to laugh too and I gave him a few kisses before pressing myself between him and the wall, rubbing my legs and ass in his cum excitedly with my eyes wide. He could not look at me without laughing.

"How long has it been since you came last? Days? Weeks?"

"I jerked off in a bathroom stall at work during lunch after finding the clip I showed you," he shyly admitted.

I squealed and threw my arms around him, giving him wild kisses everywhere. "Do you know how fucking hot it is you cum so much? I'm going to make you save it for days before you fuck me, I want it be pouring out of my cunt as you are pumping it in!"

"Kitty apparently loves her cream," he said with a huge grin and flushed cheeks.

I bit onto his lower lip and gave him a small nod "yes"."

"I've never had cream in me before, you'll be my first," I said decidedly.

I was not sure if he believed me or not. It was the truth. He's the first guy I've ever loved enough to consider even fucking without a condom on. On my right, is my friend with three children, on my left is my other friend who has had chlamydia, crabs, and herpes. Yeah, I have always been careful and never "in love".



Kitty: A Girl Named Cat Ch. 05



For my best friend's 26th birthday I told her I wanted to whisk her away where the air was cleaner and wishes come true; Canada. I wanted her desperately to see the kitschy stuff on the strip at the Falls and experience going to a bona fide big city. Toronto is close to the Falls, so the plan was to hit both. I have always loved running up to Canada, especially on a whim. 

For my story I will call her "Lovely" because honestly, I cannot think of a better name to describe her. Even with her having kids and our work schedules being as far away from each other as possible to see each other, or even talk on a regular basis, she will always be my bestie. If there is one person on earth who I know loves me, it is her. We always get into some amazing things together, I have many stories, none of which she'd want me to tell. 

I picked up Lovely and I brought her over to my place. She was elated that I had found someone who I could tell her I was happy just to be around. (In her mind, she's helping to plan our wedding.) She had talked to my neighbor on the phone here and there over the months past. He thought highly of Lovely just from the phone calls and was looking forward to meeting her too. 

Lovely and I were looking at old photos when my neighbor popped in. I ran up to give him a kiss and made the formal introduction. I could tell from the look of approval on her face, she thought he was cute too. 

To my surprise Lovely pulled out a greeting card from her purse and handed it to him. Lovely and I had had been card swapping with or without reason the whole time we have known each other. I knew this gesture was like a "welcome" invitation from her so it meant a lot to me.

As my neighbor took the card, he smiled awkwardly and opened it. On the cover was a picture of a girl holding a sign that said "Happy Birthday Dad!" My neighbor was puzzled and cautiously opened to the card which she instructed him to read aloud.

He cleared his throat, "After all you are the one I have to thank for making me your daughter, because if I was your son, I'd be a real bastard." She then crossed out Happy Birthday to replace it with, "Cat's Fuck Toy". He stopped trying to understand what he was reading.

"Go on," Lovely insisted. 

"As Cat likes you a lot, I do too. It's a good thing that I'm into sharing. Kindly Yours, Lovely"

"She's mine," Lovely stated firmly. "Just so you know I had her first so if I want her this weekend I'm taking her. It's my birthday." Lovely then had to add, "It's not like she's going to have your cum all up in her or anything so we should be good."

I smacked her ass really hard in disapproval because I knew he would not know what to make of it. I had not exactly told him she was my one and only confidant who knew everything in detail about my relationship with him up until now. 

"We were in a threesome you know and she used to make me cum just by giving me massages," Lovely divulged. 

"Barely a threesome when we were young," I said defensively, "we didn't touch, and yes the massage thing is true though. I really liked playing with her breasts even back then."

"They are much bigger now," Lovely touted.

Taking it all in, my neighbor stepped back and put his hand up to his mouth trying to say something, but nothing came out. I saw him look at Lovely's breasts and quickly look away.

"Cat can touch them for you if you would like, I won't be able to stop her from doing it once we are in the car anyway," Lovely said trying to provoke my neighbor after seeing him check her out.

I stepped behind Lovely and cupped her breasts in my hands. She was a double D cup when she was 15 and 115 lbs. Her breasts have to be twice what they were and although not quite as small, still has a slim figure. "Holy shit, they have gotten mammoth! How do you walk?"

I was still cupping her breasts when she said, "I have devotes like you that just walk around and carry them for me. Duh."

My neighbor's expression was beyond words, he is so very cute. I walked over to him and gave him a kiss. I looked at Lovely and grabbed his hand, "We really have to be going, but I want to say goodbye really quick," I said as I pulled him in the direction of my bedroom. 

"Don't get cum in her!" Lovely chirped.

I shut my bedroom door and looked at him being as serious as possible, "I'll be good I promise."

"Threesome?"

"I sucked his cock, she rode his face. We were young. I was still a virgin even."

He put his hands over his eyes and started rubbing them making a soft groan. He let out a sigh, "You've always been bad?"

"Iz a Kitty."

Leaning in he gave me deep, long kisses. "Do I have something to worry about," he got out before sucking my favorite spot on my neck that always makes me squeal in delight.

"She won't fuck me either; I've tried."

Lovely and I got up to the Falls late and went to a club that was doing 80's night. We had drinks, danced, hit the casino, drank some more and then walked down to the Falls in the dark, while it was snow misting. We had too much to drink and didn't quite realize we had walked all the way over from the strip to the other side of the Horseshoe Falls. It was a long, cold walk back.

The next day, we did all the tourist stuff we could fit in before heading up to Toronto. The hotel I got I knew was Downtown off of Church Street, but did not know until we got there also happened to in the heart of Toronto's Gay Village. It could not have been a better fit for Lovely and I to celebrate her birthday. We naturally hold hands and kiss and play with each other's hair so we felt very comfortable to be ourselves while we walked aboot our area to see where what we wanted to do for the evening. 

I called my neighbor to check in while relaxing at the hotel before going out for the night. 

I could tell from the second he answered the phone he was happy to hear from me. "What kind of trouble are you two getting into," he asked in replacement of saying "hello".

"Oh, not much trouble right now. We're just taking a bath." Lovely said "hi" to him in the background before trying to tickle my foot. "We have a nice room, the view is amazing. We're on the 27th floor," I said excitedly.

"Did you say we are taking a bath," he asked with a huge emphasis on the word "we".

"Yep, we are taking a bath together. It's a huge tub, one with a faucet on the side. We've bathed together in much smaller tubs, this is quite luxurious."

My neighbor said nothing.

"Are you still there," I asked not being sure if we were disconnected.

"I am so jealous right now."

"He said he's jealous", I whispered loudly to Lovely.

"Jealous of you being naked with me while I wash your supple skin with my bare hands or is jealous he's not here to watch me do it," Lovely asked before reaching out to grab my breasts. "I'm playing with her tits right now," Lovely sang.

"Hmmmm...." he said thinking, "Both. I want to be her and watch her with you; wait did that come out weird?"

I laughed then relayed to Lovely, "Both."

"Tell her I sing every time I play with your tits too," he added.

I put him on speakerphone, "Go ahead and tell her yourself."

Lovely and I put on a show for him over the phone of touching each other's naughty girl bits and telling him what all he's missing. He was a good sport listening though most of it with only making a few naughty remarks back.

We told him where we were and what we were going to do for dinner and what club we thought we would go to. After I was out of the bath drying off, I told him I needed to go and get dressed. He asked me if we could be off speakerphone. Lovely feigned being upset and said that if he and I started having "secrets" she would no longer share me with him.

"I really miss you. I'm glad you're having fun though," he said in a way that made me imagine his gorgeous full lips were hanging out in a pout.

"I'm sure Lovely would be up for the three of us having an adventure together next time so that you are not left there all alone," I said waiting for Lovely to chime in.

"He can suck my tits, but that's as far as it goes. I'm not some whore. I do not slurp goo out of other ladies who-ha's, not even yours. You may be able to convince me to fuck him and you could slurp his cum out of me though. I know you don't mind slurping cum and you've only begged me for years to eat me out," she rambled before bursting into uncontrollable laughter. "I'm just leaving it out there."

I had tears rolling down my face trying to contain myself. 

"Did you hear any of that," I barely got out to my neighbor.

"Every word, I'll be holding her to it."

There was not supposed to be a next call to my neighbor, but I felt I had to call and ask permission from him before proceeding with Lovely on her quest. 

"You okay," he answered groggily. It was about 4am.

"I'm sorry to call, it's just that she can't find her g-spot, she wants my help," I slurred.

"What? Wait, she wants you to help what?" he asked in utter confusion.

I conveyed we had been drinking and dancing. We had seen an ad for the largest sex toy store in Canada by the front door before we left. It was close so we decided to go. 

Lovely had been trying for years to have an internal orgasm. I tried to explain it to her as best as I could, but she still couldn't make herself cum. When we went to the store, she was determined to find the best dildo she could and have me verbally instruct what to do while she used it. That also didn't work.

"Does that all make sense so far," I questioned him.

"You are telling me you have been watching Lovely masturbate with a dildo while telling her how to use it," he answered attentively.

"I don't want to waste $80," Lovely said pathetically, "I need her help."

My neighbor made little unidentifiable noises before asking, "So what are you asking permission to do exactly."

"I want her to make me cum," Lovely said.

"With the dildo, you want her to use it on you," he tried to clarify with Lovely.

"Yes. Cat keeps telling me unless I know what to feel for, I won't be able to find it, but can't find what to feel for," she said back hopelessly.

"Is it okay for me to try," I asked fearful he would be upset.

My neighbor laughed, "Is this for real?"

"Yes," we both said in unison.

I cannot even speculate what was going through his head. 

"You can stay on the phone and listen," Lovely offered.

He let out a series of "ums" before giving his approval, "I guess it's okay."

"Thank you neighbor," Lovely said as I made myself comfortable between her thighs. 

Lovely handed the dildo to me. 

"Do you want me to describe in detail what I am doing to her," I asked my neighbor. "Right now I'm just holding the dildo." I stopped mid-sentence to ask Lovely, "Do you need more lube?"

"Oh, god" I heard him mumble into the phone.

"Still okay," I asked him again.

"It's okay," he said reassuringly.

"I won't hear you say in the future, "Remember the time you fucked your friend with a dildo to help her cum? I have a friend who can't cum either so I want to be able to fuck him with a dildo too," I joked thus making Lovely giggle.

"That's where your mind goes Kitty, me fucking a guy with a dildo?"

"You are slightly fem, I would have gone there," Lovely remarked.

"Now Lovely is making fun of me! That's it, I take back my permission."

"No!" Lovely burst out. "I just mean that you are pretty. You are a pretty man. It's not a bad thing. Cat's always had a thing for guys in make-up; you two could easily go there with that. You have the cheek bones."

"Alright," I interrupted, and yes guys in make-up are hot. I have always had such a thing for Robert Smith from The Cure, even now. "In or out, everyone needs to be in agreement now."

"Finish me off," Lovely begged.

"You have permission for launch," my neighbor replied. 

As promised, I gave verbal details as to what I was doing to Lovely for my neighbor to hear.

I placed the dildo against her clit and started to rub it a little. "You are very wet," I had to comment.

"I told you I didn't need any lube," Lovely spat back at me.

I placed the tip of the silicone dildo in her and rocked it up toward her pelvic bone sliding it deeper into her.

"Uh...." Lovely began, "That feels a little different."

"It will feel weird. Don't be alarmed if it feels maybe a little irritating until you get used to the feeling. I don't know how else to describe it," I said to comfort her as I kept trying to stimulate the area, rocking the cock harder and deeper into her.

"I'm not hurting you though," I had to ask out of concern.

"No, it's starting to feel better already," Lovely said as she started to match the strides I was making with the dildo in her. 

I put my hand on her hip and tried to push hard and deep, to which her body responded immediately to. I kept up my pace, trying to rock the dildo harder and deeper with each stroke.

Lovely was making little moans and bit the back of her hand. Her dark blonde hair was covering most of her chest. She moved it out of the way and began to squeeze and play with her breasts. 

I could hear little muffled noises here and there in the phone, but my neighbor remained quiet.

Just then as I really was getting into a good stride, I felt something wet hit my face. I wiped it away and felt Lovely's whole body begin to quake and she threw her hands over her face.

"I'm sorry," Lovely could barely spit out. "I am so embarrassed. I just squirted Cat in the face with my breast milk."

I heard uproarious laughter come across the phone line.

I sat there for a second. "Uh..." was all that I could get out. I had no idea she was still doing feedings for her one year old.

"I can't get him weaned completely. It's not a whole lot; I just need to expel what's built up. It doesn't help I'm so turned on," Lovely explained. "It tastes very sweet; do you want to try some?" 

She asked in a way that I could not tell if she was teasing or not.

I heard my neighbor gasp into the phone. I'm sure he was waiting to hear whether or not I was taking her up on her offer.

I pushed the dildo back into her, "I don't care if it comes out, but try not to hit me with it," I scolded.

Lovely continued to play with her breasts as she moaned and grinded her pussy against the extension in my hand. I watched as puddles of white leaked from her nipples and ran down the sides of her breasts. Was it weird I was a little turned on by it? It was like her breasts were cumming.

I fucked her harder and she said she felt she was close. She asked if she should rub her clit. I told her to. I think it helps sometimes to make the spot inside even more pronounced when doing both. 

I watched has her body begin to cease all movement with the exception of her hand that rubbed feverishly. I could feel her bare down on the dildo and I gave once last hard push into her as she came. Moans and other various delights of pleasure hung in the air until she went limp in front of me.

We all were quiet for a few moments. My neighbor broke the silence, "Nice work Cat, mission accomplished."

I placed the dildo beside us on the bed. I was disappointed. "No, not a good job, she didn't have an internal orgasm."

"What," my neighbor contested, "she was not cumming right then?"

"How do you know that I didn't, I didn't, but how do you know that," Lovely asked in amazement.

"She had a clitoral orgasm," I told my neighbor. 

"I could tell you did not have an internal by the way you came. I just knew it was not an internal orgasm," I explained to Lovely.

"I'm broken," Lovely faked cry. "If you can't do it, I'll never be able to."

"It's not that I can't do it", I said assuredly, "I would have to use my fingers to do it so I know I am in the right place. I'm not willing to give up, I will make you cum," I said defiantly, but was quick to back down, "that is if we are all okay with that."

"Just to let you know neighbor," Lovely said while feeling her breasts, "I am not dirty, not like that other cunt who is her so-called friend. She will not spout fungus or disease from being inside me like she would with her." (There has been an open rivalry between Lovely and my friend Stancy Ass since middle school, both competing for my time and affection.)

I closed my eyes and heard my neighbor say very maturely and sweetly, "I understand. Cat is helping you. This all, while amusing, sounds somewhat educational from my end."

"Thank you," I said in response. "That is truly what it is. I would not do it if it were my other friend, not even with triple gloves and splash guards and a biohazard suit on." Lovely and I both laughed.

"It's not a turn on at all that I'm fucking a girl over the phone with you, educationally or not," I had to ask.

"No comment," he said laughing.

I placed my finger and touched her moist neatly trimmed pussy. I tried to slide my middle and ring fingers in as confidently as a Dr. in the old days when they used to bring women into the office and manually masturbate them to cure hysteria; my fingers could cure her.

Lovely was very swollen and slick. As open as I am to things, it was odd that I was actually inside of my best friend. I can see this night being brought up much like the threesome reference earlier, long into the future.

I felt around and had to push up and in. I grabbed the outside of her pelvic bone with my thumb and held her as if I was trying to hold a bowling ball until I could feel the unmistakable ridge I was looking for.

"Now that feels way weird," Lovely said uncomfortably. I told her to relax and reminded her it might feel irritating. I moved my fingers around the scallop in tiny firm circles.

"It feels good, but I feel like I have to pee," she said nervously.

"Shhhhh," I whispered to Lovely. I had privately had the conversation regarding that feeling when she was trying to do it solo before we called my neighbor. It was not abnormal and is a worry a lot of women have. 

I felt her body grind and massage my fingers. It was cool and interesting to feel another woman squirm and quiver. I could tell things were going much better as I milked the spot with my fingers getting her closer and closer. I got up on my knees and fucked her as she rode my hand. She was so loud I had to keep telling her to be quiet. I pushed in deep as I heard her let out a heavy moan and she froze. I could feel all the muscles inside of her have a life of their own spasming uncontrollably. 

It was probably close to a full minute that she came on me, my hand being clinched to the point of pain. When she released I sighed and was glad to be able to withdraw my fingers that felt like they were going to cramp up.

"I did not know it was such hard work to get a girl off with your fingers," I said exhausted.

"So you made it happen this time," my neighbor asked.

Lovely laid there spent. She couldn't talk; she just gave a thumbs up. I asked my neighbor to hold while went to the bathroom and got cleaned up. I came back in and took him off of speaker phone, "So...."

"So...." He said back coyly.

"Maybe I shouldn't be but I am really wet from all of this. Even educational and all, I still just made a girl cum. That's all new for me."

He laughed. I could tell he was unsure if he should ask, "Are you going to do something about it?"

"Hmmm," I said with enthusiasm. "Would be up to doing something with me about it over the phone, assuming you have not made yourself cum while putting us on mute."

Again laughing he said, "No, I have not. Are you going to do it there in the same room?"

"We are sharing a king size bed." I glanced at Lovely who looked very content. 

"Would you mind if I make myself cum over the phone for him," I asked while poking Lovely in the side.

"Have at it," she said and rolled with her back to me. 




Kitty: A Girl Named Cat Ch. 05



"Okay," he said very seductively, "where do we begin?"

"Well I'm 5'7" tall, I have amazing tits, and long curly red hair," I said whimsically.

"Skip past all that," he complained before moaning a little into the phone.

"I'm completely naked with my legs spread."

"Better," he said again captivated. 

"I am so fucking wet, of my god," said without exaggeration. I was swollen and soppy. I was almost embarrassed my how wet I had gotten getting Lovely off.

"I bet you are."

"This would feel even better if you were here playing with me," I said wishfully.

"I wish I was there too my naughty, naughty Kitty." 

I could hear his breathing change as other sounds from him touching his cock became more noticeable in the background.

"I love that you are taking possession to say that I'm yours," I pointed out.

"Aren't you?"

"All yours, you can do whatever you want to me, but you know that already don't you."

"Mmmmmmhmmmm...."

"As wet as my pussy is all I can think about is wanting to taste your cock, have your cum spilling from my lips."

"I want my cum inside you," he said breathing heavily, "I want to see it drip out of you."

"Would you let me taste it, spoon it up in your fingers and let me lick it off?" I was trying to hold myself back because I could have cum when he told me he wanted to fill me. That was my number one most thought about desire I had of him, to fill me with his cum. I dreamed of being able to squirm around on it and lap it up when he was done with me. My eyes rolled in the back of my head and I grabbed my pussy and stopped rubbing for a second to calm down.

"I'm on my back and your cock is deep in me, dripping from juices spilling out of me. Every time you push inside you can feel your balls smacking against the wetness that keeps pouring out."

He moaned and said nothing in response.

"You kiss me passionately and bury your cock as deep in me as you can as I quiver and shake begging for your cum. I need it, I need you to fill me."

"Fuck," he gasped and groaned, "I want your pussy to want my cum."

"It needs it. Please" I begged mercifully, "Please I want you so much, you don't know. Please fill my pussy."

I was unable to keep myself from cumming. I moaned loudly as pleasurable electricity ripped across my body rendering me helpless to fight it off any longer. I could hear my neighbor let out his own release over the phone as it slid from my ear and onto the pillow. I lay there shaking and shivering even after my climax had passed. I felt all the same muscles that I had felt inside Lovely, firing off inside me. 

Picking up the phone I waited patiently to hear my neighbor come back to the line. "Well," I started, "this has been the most expensive phone sex ever. I can't imagine with roaming what this whole thing is costing me."

I heard Lovely laugh and shake the bed, "You've got a filthy mouth little missy. He better start putting you to good use."

"Hear that sweetie," I reiterated, "good use. I could be of very good use to you."

"Just wait until you get home Kitty."

Coming back into my apartment nervous and excited after taking Lovely home, I opened the door to see my neighbor in the kitchen whipping up something that smelled very good. I shook my head and started backing out of the door. He stopped what he was doing to come over and greet me.

"I'm sorry sir. It smells too good in here for my boyfriend's cooking, I must have let myself into the wrong apartment." I felt my cheeks get hot and I started to get flustered as I tried to save myself. I actually called him my boyfriend. The little semantics of what we were had not quite been defined yet. I stuttered saying, "But if you would like me to stay and you feed me, I could pretend you were him for the night. I do all kinds of nasty things in bed."

My neighbor came over, adorned with the cutest grin I had ever seen, and kissed me on my cheek repeatedly. His kisses moved down my neck before snatching me up into his arms. I am overtaken by his cuteness sometimes I just want to shriek, squeal, and cry like if I were a teenage girl. This was moment was no exception.

Whispering into my ear he said, "Or we could just pretend you are a stranger and I could take you on the couch right now."

After sobering up and riding in a car for 6 hours with my friend I had gotten off the night before, I had concluded the whole situation for the three of us to be slightly awkward. Standing there I was not sure how serious he was about the couch thing and we both caved to the pressure and laughed. I asked, "It's weird, right?"

Shifting his head from side to side then making a nod "yes" he drew his breath in and admitted, "Yeah. It's a little weird."

"Fuck!" I yelped after throwing down my bag pretending to be mad and stuck out my lip. "What does a girl have to do to get your cum? At least I am secure in the fact you're not just going out and smothering just anyone with it if you are giving me such a hard time. I'm the one who loves you."



Kitty: A Girl Named Cat Ch. 06



The next two weeks were chaotic. I did not have a day off. Not that I am complaining, it is hard to make it as a professional photographer in a big city. I'm quite grateful for the work, but it wasn't just work. It was my friend's assistant in the gallery that quit right before a big show that I helped jump in to make happen and also another friend was in need after a bad break-up. Life stuff, it happens, so I did not get to dole a ton of attention to my neighbor. It was nice, although I cannot believe that I am actually admitting it, not to be consumed with having him. When we were together it was pretty chill and enjoyable not putting pressure on him for anything more than what we had been doing. 

By the time my day off rolled around I was tired. I kissed him goodbye and stayed in bed. I was planning on doing nothing that day, but sleep, eat, and have a quiet evening. I guess when you expect nothing to happen, that's when you get pleasant surprises. I got a big one from my neighbor as he climbed into bed waking me just after 10am.

"What are you doing home," I asked trying to wake, looking at the clock.

He explained there had been a bad gas leak down the street from his building, everyone was evacuated and eventually sent home. He kissed my face and asked eagerly what ours plans would be. He never got days off during the week unless it was a major holiday. This was like a spring Christmas for him. My neighbor rarely called off or took vacation time; he was by all means a "dependable" employee. Hearing how excited he was to get stolen time to spend with me, I was excited to go make a fun day out of it. First I had to get into the shower.

I'm not huge on make-up and don't do much to my hair except dry out my bangs. I threw on minimal eyeliner, some mascara, a touch of rouge and some lip gloss and head back into the bedroom to get dressed. I was stopped by the bed and taken down onto it, by my now naked neighbor kissing me aggressively. It took me a little by surprise, but I was also very turned on that he was being so forceful. 

We lay on our sides as he kissed down my throat and onto my breasts. He looked into my eyes as he licked and bit my nipple. I ran my hands though his hair as he sucked as much of my breast as he could into his mouth. He pressed his cock against me. We both moaned as I slid myself up and down, his cock parting my slippery delicate folds.

With his hand, he pressed my shoulder down to the bed and kissed his way down my stomach. I spread my legs receptively to his oral affection. His lips kissed and sucked on my labia mimicking how slow and soft I usual kiss him, with his intense and emotion filled eyes locked into mine.

"It's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen," spilled out of my mouth. I was overcome by ecstasy, overcome by my love for him, "Better than sunsets or flowers, fine art or other coveted items of beauty, that's how much I love looking into your eyes while you pleasure me."

He closed his eyes momentarily while he searched with his tongue to run it across my clit. I grabbed the back of his head with my hand urging him to lavish me with more affection. He was happy to oblige.

The way he knew how to flicker his tongue around my clit, sucking with his mouth, and then lick around it again, did not feel to me that is was not a boasted skill on his sexual resume. His lips were fuller than any other man I have been with and the sensation they gave me while he kissed and sucked me was unlike anything I have ever experienced. 

I tossed my head back and forth on the pillow in my own world. He grabbed my thighs in his hands and I rode his face as he continued to suck and kiss me. I reached down and laced my fingers with his and pushed my pussy harder into his busy mouth.

"Please," I whimpered softly, "I want a kiss, please."

Making his way on top of me I wrapped my legs around him and pulled him into a deep yearning kiss. He almost had started to make his way inside me but he stopped himself and kissed his way back down. "I want to make you cum with my mouth, I've been thinking about it since I woke up this morning," he murmured before seeking out my clit again with his tongue.

I allowed myself to drift away little by little and eventually gave in, involuntarily clawing the bed and releasing moans of pleasure as he gave me a deeply gratifying orgasm. Being a true gentleman, he gave me a second one, knowing I needed at least two to feel truly satisfied. It was the third that was unusually hard to achieve and after left me hoarse and sweaty. 

Exhausted, I wanted it to be my turn to return the favor, but he resisted. I would not take no after he spent nearly a half hour pleasuring me. 

I was still trying to control my breathing as I climbed on top of him, massaging his chest, and gave small kisses downs to his belly button. I played with the small patch of hair on his stomach while staring at his cock. One small kiss on the head, then another longer one with my mouth parted. 

I ran my tongue across the tip making small licks, with my lip dragging behind it. I was dripping with excitement to see how I could make all of muscles in his stomach contract and release uncontrollably after every little kiss. 

He was anxious, I could tell, for me to do more, but I desired to play with him, take my time and make him understand how deep my desire was to give him pleasure too. I traced a circle around the head of his cock with my finger and then ran it in a straight line down the shaft, making my way to lightly massage his balls in my hand.

My neighbor made a groan as I took the tip of his cock into my mouth while I continued to massage his scrotum. I bobbed my head bringing the tip in and out of my mouth, sucking it to try to get a taste of his cum. I slid his cock deeper and deeper into me changing the direction in which I took him in and out, from left to right, until I had swallowed him whole. I forced him back into my throat and his body responded by thrusting him in deeper. I held my head there, with his cock stretching out my lips, as long as I could before coming up for air. 

Panting and making other little noises as I played with him, I used my hand to stroke his cock as I sucked and swallowed him. I grabbed him tightly at the base of his cock and made my way to kiss and suck his balls. I continued to stroke harder and faster once I brought him back into my mouth. One more hard stroke down and up, squeezing the tip I produced a small drip, the tiny reward I had been working for that surfaced from inside of him. I licked his sweet cum, savoring that one small taste of him. I took a break to flash him a huge smile to share what joy that this small accomplishment gave me and that I was eager to taste more.

Just like that, he snatched me up and put an end to it. I tried to pull him on top of me, thinking maybe he would just fuck me instead, but he said that I had enough for right now. I contested, but it was no use.

We got dressed and both had built up quite and appetite so we walked down to a local eatery and got lunch to go. It was such a beautiful day, to not take advantage of the picnic tables on the riverbank next to our apartments would have been a waste.

Hopping a bus to the downtown art museum was next. There was a glass exhibit that was amazing. Then we stopped at a saloon grabbed some drinks before walking back home. It was not even three yet. On our walk back feeling pretty relaxed after cumming three times and having a few drinks in me, I made a comment that the only thing that could make me feel even better than I felt at that moment was if I had a bowl to toke. My neighbor laughed and shook his head in agreement, but made no comment. Once upstairs in our hallway, I made the turn right to go into my apartment and felt his hand pull me left toward his. 

Making our way inside I was not sure exactly what we were doing in his place until he pulled out a small box from under his coffee table and showed me a few small nuggets of kind and a very nice Sherlock blue glass bowl. 

"Very nice," I said while tipping my imaginary hat at him. We sat on his couch and finished off a bowl. It had been a long time since I had smoked and the kind he had tasted to be a fragrant northern lights which made for a nice, not too heavy buzz. My neighbor played with my toe ring and we could not stop laughing for absolutely no reason. After he got us both glasses of water, he motioned me to come to his bedroom with him. 

Grabbing my face in his hands he kissed me gently before beginning to undress me. 

He took his time kissing down my back and neck, attending to every spot he knew made me squirm. Right as he was going to make his way on top of me his phone rang. Knowing he was still on work time he answered it, but it happened to be Utah who he quickly let go.

I got up on my knees and sat back toward the end of the bed motioning with my fingers for him to come to me. Smiling, he eagerly made his way down to me as I curled into a ball on my back with my legs open for him. He kissed me with one hand on my face as he used his other hand to rub his cock against my slit and then down towards my opening. He placed the tip of his cock inside me and then brought his full body weight down into me as his thickness slid inside and filled me up. 

He stopped kissing me and held himself inside. I could feel his cock pulsing as he lay there. "You feel so good," he said and tried to take slow long breaths.

"Good enough to want to fill me," I taunted.

A huge smile appeared and he whispered, "Shhhhhh Kitty." He reached up and fondled my hair and pressed himself deeper, bringing his lips to mine for soft kisses. "You say things like that I'm going to explode," he explained. "My Kitty will get her cream, patience."

I grabbed his back with my hands and started to rock his cock back in forth while he kept himself deep inside, pulling and milking his cock with my muscles. I was already so swollen and wet, I didn't need him to fuck me hard, or even for him to do anything more than he was doing for me to cum on his cock.

"Cat," he moaned as I began to quicken my pace and feel him start to match every move I made with deeper penetration. "Cat," he confessed between kisses, "I can't take much more." He wrapped one arm underneath me, grabbing my shoulder while his other hand grabbed the hair on the back of my head, hugging me tightly as he kissed me. 

I buckled my legs around his waist and tilted my pelvis back. He made full long strides as we kissed and moaned. I felt small bursts of wetness squirt from me as I felt him getting closer and closer to cumming. 

"Oh Cat," he moaned into my ear. Hearing my name called while his voice trembled in pleasure was all I needed to be able to cum. I grabbed his ass and forced him deep and held him there as I made small high pitched gasps for air. My whole body started to shake as I clenched down tightly onto his cock. I was grinding his cock so hard I could feel every muscle in my body contract and bare down. The muscles in my face and down my neck were even sore as I tensed up and started to cum harder than I ever had before. He moaned louder as I moaned louder.

"I love you, I love you, I love you," I gasped before going silent, overtaken by a gut wrenchingly powerful internal orgasm. I had experienced internal orgasms before, usually my fingers or a toy. This is the first time I had ever cum with a partner without rubbing my clit. 

It was completely different and incredible.

He gave me a quick kiss before he let out a deep groan and I felt a pulse from his cock and a warm sensation was forced into me. It pushed me further into my orgasm as he continued to pulse and fill me with his cum. 

I felt cum being squeezed and then pour out of me while I came on him. He had so much cum for me. I felt the rigidness in his back relax as he finished his climax. I was still cumming on him as he tried to catch his breath. I screamed out for one final time before I too succumb and laid there weak and dazed. My hands hurt from grabbing onto him so tightly although he did not complain. He leaned in to kiss me again before pulling out his cum drenched cock.

I pushed him down on his back still trying to come too. Kissing down his stomach and made my way to his cock, sucking into in to my mouth, tasting our juices mixed all over him. He sighed as I sucked and cleaned him. 

I finished and collapsed onto his chest.

"Such a good Kitty," he said smiling and patting my head. 

I came up for a few more small kisses and we laid there staring into each other's eyes.

My neighbor ingratiated me with another filling that evening, once during the night and then again the next morning. We had to retreat to my apartment for our shower. We didn't even bother to conceal our nakedness as we scurried across the hall.



Kitty: A Girl Named Cat Ch. 07



Halloween is my most favorite holiday, a natural fit for a girl who loves to dress up. I had struggled to decide on a costume this year and resolved the struggle by selecting two; one to wear out to the bar that has an annual costume contest, the other was just for my neighbor. My private "costume" was a stretch of the imagination, but one I thought my sweetie may enjoy.

Unfortunately, my neighbor is not as enthusiastic about Halloween as I am and refused to dress up with me, but he had fun getting drunk at the party nonetheless. I had chosen to be an 80's zombie wearing a handmade "Homecoming Queen 1988" sash, had on a colorful teased and sprayed wig, tattered Pretty in Pink dress, more than 30 colorful bangle bracelets, clunky rings, and scrunched, matching light pink leg warmers that covered the top of hideous white leather high heels; I came in second place. Honestly, the guy who transformed himself into "Pyramid Head" from the Silent Hill video games totally deserved the win. Even people who did not know the character were freaked out by him, kudos for creativity. 

We walked home quickly as it was freezing by the time we left the bar. Once home I told my neighbor to wait for me on the couch and I staggered into my room, removed my zombie outfit/make-up and changed into the costume I was saving for him. 

I pulled my hair into pig tails and put on an oversized white deep V neck tee that hit me right at my upper thigh, no bra. I had pink bikini cut flowered cotton panties and grabbed a little stuffed lamb that I have had since childhood. I headed out into the living room, and went straight past my neighbor bending over in front of him to turn on the DVD player and television. Not looking at him I said sweetly, "My mom said while you are babysitting, I could stay up and watch Cinderella."

I heard such a hearty laugh from behind me I had to turn my head and give him a quick wink. I grabbed the remote and headed over to sit on the couch with my neighbor who was still laughing. Sitting down next to him I held the lamb in my lap and batted my eyes at him while the DVD warnings were displayed. His eyes went straight to the screen as the title menu came up with snippets of hardcore images behind a play menu for a porn version of the classic children's tale. 

His cheeks were flushed partially from still adjusting from the cold outside, but also because I think he was interested, but perhaps a tad bit uncomfortable with the whole scenario I had set for us.

"Uh," my neighbor blurted trying to stay composed, "I don't think your mom would be happy with you watching this version." 

"Why not," I questioned eagerly.

"Well," he struggled to get out without laughing, "How old are you again?"

I rolled my eyes and pressed play on the remote. "I'm innocently alluring, age doesn't matter, just that I am of pure heart.....and body."

"Oh," he laughed. "Hmmmmmm."

I snuggled with my lamb against the arm of the couch as the story began to unfold on the screen. Alright not much of a story really, but I kept eyeing my neighbor as he shifted his position several times on the couch a whole cushion away from me. I knew he would play along, but obviously I had to get him into it.

Watching the main character engaged in a forced kiss with her wicked step-mother, the step mother's hand making her cry out as she roughly fingered her twat, I looked at my neighbor and our eyes met. "What is it like to kiss a girl, do you do it like that, or is it more like....other movies."

Beaming, his eyes averted mine as he raised his eyebrows and said, "Depends on the girl."

"Really," I questioned. "What kind of girl am I, how would you kiss me?"

He laughed and leaned in and said quietly, "I do not want to answer that, I'm supposed to be watching you, not talk to you about how I would kiss you."

"Okay, just watch," I said as I brought my hand up and ran it across the front of my chest, squeezing my breast with my hand, pinching my nipple between my thumb and forefinger. I vocalized my excitement as I continued to watch the movie, massaging my breasts.

"You are a bad girl," he playfully quipped as he unbuttoned the top button of his jeans. 

"No," I corrected, "I am a good girl, always a good girl. I do bad things, naughty things, but am always good."

"Yes Kitty, very good," he said bringing his hand to my thigh touching it lightly with his fingertips. "You want to find out what it is liked to be kissed?"

I shook my head "yes" while locking my eyes with his. He got up and instructed me to lie down on the couch. Taking my lamb, he placed it beside me on the floor. Smiling as he stretched out beside me, his head blocked my view of the screen. He ran his fingers down my neck and traced the outline of my collarbone. "Your mom will be very mad if she finds out I kissed you."

"I promise I will not tell," I said while biting my lip and holding up my pinky finger to clasp with his pinky and secure our secrecy. 

I longingly ached for his kiss while traced his fingers along my jaw, then behind my ear. He brought his lips to mine, very gently pulling my lower lip between his as he gave me my "first kiss". Lightly he began using his tongue as soft moans vibrated in my throat not quite making their way out of my mouth. I could feel my wetness seeping as he brought his hand to my stomach and made his way up my ribs and rested it just under my breast.

"You are a beautiful girl," he said in between kisses. "I've wanted to kiss you, wanted to do more than kiss you the whole time I have been babysitting you, but I know it's wrong," he said before giving me a deep long kiss. My body quivered in response to his gentle affection. My pelvis began to rock as if his cock was between my thighs and I was trying to coax him inside me. "So wrong," he continued as his hand squeezed my breast.

He rolled over on top of me, pushed my legs open so he could be between them and ripped up my shirt to expose my breasts before fluidly bringing his head down onto my left nipple, hungrily sucking it into his mouth. 

I held my breath feeling him bite down hard on my nipple, finding his aggressiveness intoxicating. I cried out as he applied more pressure until my body began to shake uncontrollably. Moving from side to side, he roughly played with my breasts, which I thoroughly enjoyed. This scenario must have been making him seriously turned on because his demeanor changed him into a man I did not recognize, but found myself dying to get to know. 

Still shaking even after he stopped, he got up and took his clothes off, telling me to remove my shirt. When I went to slide off my panties, he stopped me and got back between my thighs. He put his hand right over my pussy and pressed his palm hard against me. I winced from slight pain, but was transfixed watching him as he played with me.

"How sweet are those little panties, all wet with your juices," he remarked before pulling them off and throwing them across the room. Spreading my slit with his left hand, he found my opening with his right and sunk his ring and middle finger inside me. I rode his hand as he looked into my eyes. 

"Completely bare little cunt," my neighbor said in a way made to shame me for shaving myself clean. "You know how much trouble I could get in for playing with a little girl that has a bare cunt?"

Harder and harder he fucked me with his fingers as I felt myself being driven to cum. He knew I was trying to get off and stopped before I could climax. I looked up at him disappointed while trying to catch my breath. I felt him stretch me as he inserted his index finger into me to join the others. It burned a little as he again began to fuck me while stretching his fingers wide. "I have to make this little pussy be able to accommodate my cock, your little virgin cunt is so damn tight."

I was so turned on after hearing that statement I grabbed him by the wrist and forced him to stay in me as I screamed out and came on his fingers. When I released, he brought his hand up to me, so I could see the red outline of how hard I was grabbing onto him. 

I watched him as he took his engorged cock and smacked it on my pussy. I was going to apologize if I had hurt his hand, but was not given time to as he guided his cock to rock the tip into my opening. 

"This may hurt a little," he said, still playing into my fantasy. "Just relax as I go deeper."

I said nothing. I relaxed as instructed while he inserted the tip in and out, stroking himself as he teased me. He pushed further until I feigned feeling discomfort with a wince and vocalization that he was hurting me.

He laughed and brought his hands up to my shoulders with the tip of his cock resting in me. Taking his short nails, he dug them into my skin and scratched down my shoulders, on my breasts and down my stomach. The sensation, grating and wonderful, he repeated several times leaving red streaks popping off of my pale skin. One last time he scratched me, much harder and slower than before telling me, "Focus on the pain of your flesh and not the pain in your cunt," as he slammed his cock inside, stretching and filling me. 

I screamed out, clawing his sides as he fucked my pussy violently. He had his full weight on me as he rocked my pelvis back and made me wince in actual pain this time, pain that felt good, pain I wanted more of. I felt uncontrollable gushes flowing from me, saturating both of us. There was so much, it was all over the top of my pelvis, I could feel it rolling off the sides of my hips.

"Little cunt can't control herself can she," he spit out boastfully as he pounded away. "You are making such a fucking mess, what am I going to tell your mother about the couch?"

Trying to break through between my moans, I managed to say, "Tell her.....you were watering her favorite flower." 

He brought his hand to my mouth and covered it, pressing down hard and turned my head to pay attention to a man on his knees over an exhausted girl, getting ready to squirt his jizz all over her face. "I'm going to fucking cover your face just like that little slut with all of my cum." 

My eyes clamped shut after watching the man spurt several lines over the girl's face. My lover whispered in my ear to look at him, I was not going to cum unless he let me. It did not matter what he told me, I was going to cum whether or not he "let me". 

I was suspended in this limbo, somewhere between building toward and actually cumming. My mind was not processing thoughts, my body trembling, sensations heightening with every stroke of his cock inside me. He bit my neck hard which did not stop the animation I was trapped in, just deepened it.

I could hear him moaning, I could feel the heat turning into perspiration between us. I lay there paralyzed by pleasure whimpering between held breaths, being so loud as he fucked me, I could feel my voice reverberating in my ears. All these things I noticed while being controlled, consumed be my orgasm.

Feeling him fucking me faster, I felt more gushes of wetness pour from me as I went silent, squeezing his cock as the tormented climax of my orgasm ripped over me. He yelled, "Fuck", as I continued to cum and he continued to push his thickness as voraciously as he could into my tightening cunt. 

I had barely breathed out a moan of the most satisfying relief I have ever felt, when he pulled out of me, grabbed the base of his cock with his left hand while stroking with his right. 

I blinked my eyes, trying to watch, trying to breathe as his thick cream, stream after stream, pumped out of him; spurts hitting the arm of my couch, dotting my hair, and splattered all over my face, breasts and stomach. He shook and crumbled after he finished, catching himself from falling on me by reaching out to grab the back of the couch. 

We both were panting, exhausted as our eyes met again. He took a few deep breaths before bringing his lips to a puddle of cum between my breasts. He slurped it up into his mouth and reached to grab the sides of face and squeezed for me to open my mouth. Laying down on me, not shy to also cover himself in his cum, I looked into his amazing green eyes as a slow mix of saliva and cum dripped from his lips and into my mouth. I smiled after accepting it and he buried his head into my shoulder. 

As we showered I could still feel aftershocks from my orgasm making the muscles in my pussy randomly spasm. My cunt was fucking raw. A small tear that burned and bled a little made me slightly uncomfortable as I washed myself. I had red scratches that in a few spots had drawn blood and huge mark on my neck that was tender and darkening on its way to being a bruise. 

We held each other after washing off the soap. He pushed the wet clumps of hair out of my face and kissed me softly. "Such a good Kitty," he said sweetly and kissed me again. 

Sex up until this point had been amazing, falling more along being romantic, but tonight fell into the category of "other" just like the titles at the porn store that captivate me. I enjoyed the "other" category of sex with my neighbor immensely.