Yes, I know I've flubbed some grammar. I'll fix it, but I have to get this whole thing outta my brain before it eats its way out.
Knock, Knock.
She jerks her head up and instinctively covers herself.
"Lex! Jeez, you scared me! Are you here about that vase because I didn't even think about knocking it over. It was that jerk Patterson, and since I'm the "new girl" he blamed it on me. What a asshole…"
"Kitty, I am not here because of the vase."
Although I will be checking on that later. Damn klutz. No, No, Lex. Now is not the time. You have much baser urges to fulfill. Just brush it off and look calm and happy. Now, all I have to do is soften my tone, be conversational and nice. Make her feel at ease and relaxed.
"I'm just here to see how you are doing. It has been a while since we talked and I just wanted to see how things are working out for you in this situation. You know, you really are my best girl, and I just wanted to make sure that things are going smoothly and to assure you that I really need you…"
That should do it. Just the right amount of sugar to get her teeth aching in my direction. She turns to look at me and smiles, and by smile, I mean really smile. Some people have those kinds of grins that never reach their eyes. Either you realize that is the kind of smile you have and fix it, or you end up looking phony every time you try to show any sort of pleasure. Kittys' smile lights up her whole face. Its kind of scary how she would be willing to put herself all out there for everyone to see like that, but she does. And right now that smile is all for me. If that woman were a sun, I'd be ash right now.
"Awww, Lex. Am I really your best girl?"
She opened the door; I'm just walking right on through it. I walk up to her and gently touch her chin and her hip at the same time, pulling her to me. She instinctively presses into my palm and my pelvis at the same time. My body reacts accordingly and I smile. Thankfully, I've programmed myself to make my eyes react in accordance with my mouth. The effect is just as I planned. She looks at me like she's been in the desert for about 10 years and I'm a tall glass of ice water. She wants a drink so bad, I know it is painful to her. Might as well oblige the lady.
" Of course, baby."
I kiss her.
Now kissing a woman is basically pretty simple. I don't care how shy or demure the girl, once you instigate the action, they have a tendency to take over. There is always the typical John Hughes fodder about getting ones face sucked off, bitten to death or facing a bowl of jello. As mind numbing as I find those movies, when you are right, you're right. Generally, this is the case. Generally….but not now.
Kitty's good. Very good. I know for a fact that she never really was fully indoctrinated into the world of the street hustler, but any man who had an ounce of sense would have paid good money to have been kissed by this woman. For once, it is not like work. I hurriedly place images of kissing the tired piece of shoe leather hooked up to a heart monitor from my mind and concentrate on the dish in front of me. My god.
I cradle her into my body. She transfers more weight for me to hold, which is fine. I run my fingers down her back and cradle that near perfect rear. She starts to fiddle with the drawstring on my pants, and I don't stop her. It's getting harder for me to think, at this point. I'm getting caught up between the rhythm of her hands and mouth, working against mine.
I gently lift her from the floor and disengage from her mouth.
"Lex, its so hot in here. Can you get me a air conditioner."?
That's my girl. Always snapping me back to reality just when I'm about to get swept off into mushy-gushy land.
"Of course, baby. But for right now, why don't you take of those clothes. I'm sure you'll feel better once the breeze hits you."