Espresso--Second Installment
This is the second bit of the romance I'm working on. Prepare to be triple-baffled in this one. I recognize that it's implausible, but part of this story is about silly coincidences. This is also a little shorter than the first part, but it had a nice ending where it was. Expect the third pretty soon. Again, comments are welcome.
Her eyes were locked on mine in earnest and her body had relaxed somewhat. She'd let her defenses down, and she was dead serious about wanting to kiss me. I started thinking of an excuse to not kiss her, although she was right about how much I wanted that number. My curiosity was killing me. But I couldn't kiss her, no way.
I realized I was kissing Sarah. Even as I was thinking against the matter, I had crawled closer to her on the couch, leaned in slowly, and planted my lips on hers. Now, Sarah's eyes were closed, and it was easy to tell that she was enjoying herself. I pulled out of the kiss delicately, not wanting to shock her or anything. It felt like I was underwater. Things started moving slower, lurching from moment to moment, and my thoughts were struggling to stay afloat. Kissing her was an accident, a mistake, so why had I done it? As I went to wipe my mouth, I saw that Sarah was leaning into me again, and somehow, I got caught off guard and fell back onto the couch.
"Such a pretty kitty," she purred, crawling on top of me. I didn't push her off; instead I watched her with big eyes, at once both knowing and wondering what she was going to do. "That one wasn't long enough." She smiled and lowered her face to mine, her nose barely touching mine. She licked her lips and came in for another kiss. I met it and pressed up into it. My mind was in automatic, satisfied enough to let my body take over as it watched in amazement.
I became aware while I was kissing her that her body was now pressed against mine, and I started purring. She let my tongue past her lips and I flicked at her tongue in turn. She rubbed against me as I played with her tongue, and I could feel her nipples brush against my chest, stiff through the fabric of her shirt--was she even wearing a bra?
I let my paws roam up her sides, causing her to shiver and pull out of the kiss for a moment. She grinned at me and kissed me again, getting a little rougher. She nipped my bottom lip and my paws snaked to her breasts, giving them a firm squeeze. She moaned loudly and pressed her chest further into my grip. Her left was a little bigger than her right, I could tell, but their softness surprised me. Even through her t-shirt I could feel my paws slipping across her soft fur and supple flesh. I pinched her nipple, to give it a try, and she bit down on my lip again, harder, to suppress another moan.
"Dirty boy," she chuckled, nipping my lip a third time before pulling back from the kiss. She moved herself forward a little so that she was sitting on my midriff, and I could feel the humid heat seeping into me from her. She put a paw behind her back, and I began to wonder what she was going to do next. That is, at least until she grabbed my cock.
I was hard, which came as somewhat of a surprise to me. She gripped my shaft through my jeans and I jerked up into her paw a little. She grinned again and looked me in the eye as she unzipped my fly. I swallowed nervously, but for some reason, I let her do it. She reached into my boxer-briefs and ran her fingers along my length before grasping it firmly. I let out some kind of 'ooh' noise and closed my eyes. I'd never been touched by a girl before, and I wasn't entirely sure if Sarah was a virgin or not. She seemed to handle a dick well, but there was also a hint of mystique in her body language as she felt me up. The thought was whisked from my mind, however, when I realized she was lifting herself off of me and readjusting herself over me.
Something clicked in my head and I remembered she had been wearing a skirt, which now became a devious coincidence, because I watched as Sarah deftly pulled her panties to the side and impaled herself on me. No way was she a virgin.
I'd never been inside a girl before, so the sensation of a vagina was entirely new to me. Hot and wet and slick and textured, the feeling caused me to grunt in satisfaction. I thrust up into her harder, hilting myself in her, and I felt the walls of her pussy clamp down on me.
"Oh Chess," Sarah exhaled, her breaths sharp and quick now, her back arched as she sat on me.
The front door swung open and Kieran swaggered in nonchalantly. It took him a moment to notice the two of us on the couch, the two of us frozen mid-fuck, interrupted mid-coitus, caught mid-sex. At least, these were the terms flying through my head as I watched Kieran's eyes widen and refocus on us. "Chess! Oh baby!" He smacked his thigh and laughed. "Get some!" He strode over to the couch and patted me on the head. The smell of alcohol rolled off of him in a thick wave.
Sarah must have finally snapped to, because there was a flurry of movement and my member was left standing up in the cold, bitter air. She rushed out the door before I could stammer out a word and I was left slack-jawed, cock out, lying on the couch with Kieran standing next to me. I grabbed a pillow to cover myself and pulled my legs up and under me as Kieran plopped down beside me.
"Whoa, sorry about that dude. Didn't mean to cock block ya." He rubbed my shoulder in consolation. "Haven't heard you gettin any for a while. Wait. You're not into girls, though, right?"
I pulled away from him, my tail bushing out and swatting the arm of the couch. "No, Kieran, I'm not."
He didn't take the hint, which I really should have foreseen. "But if you dig guys, what were you doin bangin that chick?"
"Just shut up, Kieran! Jesus Christ!" I heard my voice ringing through the house for a long moment after I had shouted. Kieran just sat there, stunned. Finally, my anger gave out and everything washed over me. I slumped over and started to cry with the frustration of what had just happened. I'd really let things go that far? Sarah and I had sex, albeit brief?
Kieran's voice interrupted my thoughts. "Hey, buddy. It'll be okay." He leaned over to me and hugged me from the side, tightly. I couldn't help but cry harder and lean into him.
"I--I didn't want," I started to say, but my throat got choked up and I couldn't get any other words to form.
Kieran patted my back once and nuzzled my cheek, something much more affectionate than I was used to from the cheetah. "Shh, don't worry about it. Shit happens, ya know? You'll get over it, and then you'll find some guy and suck his dick and you'll be happy?" He smiled, a dopey drunken sort of smile that was a sorry attempt at cheering me up. The weird part is that it sort of worked. I snorted through my tears and found my voice again.
"Yeah. Right."
"Just trust me. You're a cute guy, Chess. You'll find someone." If I thought that his remark was surprising, then the moment I felt his lips on my cheek must have shaved a year off my heart's lifespan. I jumped away from him, which caused me to fall over the arm of the chair and knock my head against the wall.
"Fuck! Ow!"
Kieran got up off the couch, blinked a couple times--presumably realizing what had just happened--laughed, and went off to his room. At this point, I could hardly be sure if I wanted to get up or just lie there. I really wasn't sure if I should be upset or frustrated or confused or shocked. This kind of shit shouldn't happen to normal people. I stayed there for a while, sprawled between the wall and the couch, trying to figure out what was going on and alternately trying to forget that the day had ever happened.
At length I let out a long sigh and pulled myself up. I noticed that I still hadn't tucked myself back in my pants and proceeded to do so. As I did, I saw a little slip of paper at the foot of the couch. I bent down to pick it up and saw something scrawled on it. Erik- 572-4395
_ _ "Oh, fuck me." I collapsed on the couch and promptly fell asleep.