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I later found out that Rye was one of Cato's high school best friends. We used to do that in high school, but since he studied out of state, it's just every once in a while Cato explained. Rye was nice, but he's not the blonde I'm interested in. Does he have a younger brother? I asked Cato. The fact that the blue eyed man knew my whole name still bedazzles me. Oh, yeah, Peeta, did you run into him? Cato asked. Yeah, while I was drinking in the kitchen. I said. I hope we didn't keep him up last night Cato said with a smirk.
Shit, Kat, deeper Cato moaned while fisting my hair. His cock was impossibly deep in my throat. Five months of being with Cato rewarded me with an almost nonexistent gag reflex. I abided his request and rammed his cock deeper in my throat. Oh fuck, yes, YES! Cato screamed his orgasm. I obediently swallowed his cum and lovingly kissed the tip of his now softening cock before tucking him back in his jeans. It was movie night, but we've been neglecting a good twenty minutes of Psycho since Cato got horny all of a sudden when Christian Bale started banging that one prostitute.
Movie nights usually end with me on top of Cato, religiously chanting his name while he continually rams his cock in me, the movie long forgotten in the background. But it's fine, at least he's willing to put the effort of playing the movie and popping a bag of popcorn, which usually ends up untouched on the coffee table. Cato's nice though, I don't think he's going to leave me. I hope.
It was the last weekend of summer vacation when I saw a flyer that Cato's band will be playing at the Roxy. He never mentioned it. He usually takes me to all of their gigs. He probably just forgot. I then made up my mind that I will surprise him on Saturday night by showing up and supporting his band.
A punk band was on stage when I entered the Roxy. I made a beeline towards the backstage, hoping to catch a goodluck kiss before Cato plays. I heard their moans before I saw them. A couple pressed up on the wall in some dark corner behind the stage. I was determined to ignore them and continue to look for Cato when the man looked up. He had Cato's face. It's like time froze for a second and I don't know what compelled me, but I stayed planted on my spot for a good minute, watching Cato, my supposed boyfriend, fuck this girl, oblivious to my presence. I left the Roxy the same way I entered and began running home.
Cato stopped by the Cafe the next day. I pretended that I didn't see what I saw last night and continued to indulge him in a conversation of who's better: Beatles or Stones? I let him take me home that night and allowed him to fuck me mercilessly on the couch. He was laughing at something stupid Cartman said when I just can't take it anymore. I saw you last night I said. What was that babe? He asked, eyes still glued to the tv. I watched you fuck that girl last night at the Roxy I said with a little bit more force. This seemed to catch his attention. He now looked at me with a little like shock in his eyes, then something shifted in him all at the same time. About time, at least I don't have to break up with you. He said while standing up. I guess you don't wanna be with me anymore huh? Well, It's not like I want to be stuck with some high schooler anyways. Goodbye Katniss. Cato said before walking out.
Whatever I had with Cato ended with summer. It was nice while it lasted. But I still can't stop this aching inside my chest when I heard his car pull away from the driveway.