Catherine's Home

"Great, Sara, just great," I say to myself. Why am I such a klutz around her this morning? Okay, breathe. Through your mouth now so obviously! Say something stupid why you almost have your tonsils wagging in front of her. Think, girl! She's in front of you smiling, obviously amused by the puppy dog look. Man, breath mints sure is so damn minty!

"Cath, my mouth is burning," I say as I slowly walk in.

"Oh, okay," she says with a sly grin, "lemme hose you down. I'm burning up too, you know."

She pulls me in, closes the door with her foot and suddenly takes me in her arms, pushes me against the wall. Wow. Talk about foreplay.

I hear a 'tink', something hits my head.

"Oww." I look up and see that I hit the shelf with all the little expensive vases.

"Oh, boy!" I say out loud.

"Sara, duck.! No, don't move!" She commands as she raises her arms above me trying to reach the shelf to steady it. I myself cringe, waiting for something expensive to hit my noggin. Seconds pass, nothing.

I open my eyes. She is in front of me, face to face. Breath to breath. I'm still up against the wall, she has her arms raised steadying the shelf.

I've always imagined this position, she in front of me pinning me against the wall. Funny, I got my wish, but with added drama.

This isn't turning out right. I give out a little laugh, "hey you," is all I could muster in a whisper.

"I think we gotta move someplace less expensive and less decorative," her voice is barely audible. Funny and very, very sexy.

"Couch?" I mumbled.

"Nah, center table is made of glass, not safe for us as of the moment," she answers still whispering with a half smile, I'm turned on beyond words. If she keeps whispering, I will have to take her down. But it seems she's in control as of the moment, I'm still pinned to the wall, but her arms now rests on my shoulder.

"Find another spot, Sara." Woman, stop whispering! You're sending shivers down to my spine.

I cant think straight. I'm inches away from her, face to face. I know she can smell my minty breath. I don't know if its sexy to her or just plain hygienic.

I don't know, I look around and see the counter top, "uhh… kitchen?" How could I be so lame?

"Sara, that's kinky. But dangerous, dear. Lots of knives…" she lingers on the 's' like a snake's hiss. oh, god, i want her naked body slither across me NOW!

"Take another guess, Sara." damn, she good!

I am now breathing though my mouth , my minty breath I can smell it. I am looking into her deep blue eyes. I can see a smile curl up. I feel like a kid lost in a candy store. Naughty. naught me. Thoughts of bare flesh flash through my mind.

I cant take this anymore. I gently hold onto her arms and push her back. Away from the wall, away from the shelf with little vases. I realize sex can be a hazard to one's health.

I like the feel of me holding her arms, which are so smooth and soft. I want those arms to keep me warm, embrace me. I want those arms to pin me down. Golly, I'm way to hot and horny. And we have'nt even kissed yet!

"Upstairs. Bedroom. Now." I cant believe I'm commanding her inside her own home.

"Good thinking, baby." She hold my hand still, our eyes locked. I dare not to break away from the gaze. What can I say? She can hypnotize me with a stare. She already has me in cloud nine. She's a magician, what can I do? Maybe she can demonstrate some bedroom tricks on me. I will be a willing and participating audience. She will have my full attention. God, the things I'm thinking right now.

We slowly make it through the living room and to the stairs. Its amazing how she can walk backwards aound her home without looking where she's going.

We're slowly going up, she's still walking backwards, holding my hand and holding my gaze. I try counting the steps so I could do what she's doing to me on another time. Nine steps. Damn! Ten! Didn't expect another one there. She laughs as I almost trip. Good thing she's still holding me and steadies me. I hope I didn't break the romantic mood with all my bumbling around.

Oh, lordy me, its her bedroom. I've never been up here. King sized bed fit for a queen. I see the satin sheets she sleeps naked in. I feel my heart beat fast and loud. Can she hear it? Oh, lord, my heart is going 200 beats a minute. I'm glad all CSI's are trained in CPR. It might come in handy in a moment. I'd love for her to rip my shirt open and do compressions. And I know Catherine wont hesitate to do mouth to mouth. My breath already smells fresh and minty. Mouthful of tic tacs wasn't bad after all.