Kitty – Chapter 5

For the record, Frank was not standing guard outside the theater, he was probably off being a spaz in some over-crowded place, scaring old ladies or something. But Gee and Patrick were making out on the couch when I walked in the door, and that was not something I needed to see, thank you very much.

They barely took notice of my presence as I made my way to the back of the house (with a pit stop in the kitchen) and my room; stripping out of bothersome clothes on the way. I collapsed on my bed in a less than graceful manner, wrinkling my neat covers and not caring. My tail swished from side to side, free from it awful denim prison, as I licked bits of cherry and frozen goodness off a spoon.

I couldn't concentrate on the ice cream though, good as it was, my mind kept going back to that kiss. And how it had felt so good and Bob didn't seem that put out about the ears, might have liked them even. At least I could imagine it that way, 'cause he had stroked them so nice, like he knew just how to make me melt with the tiniest of caresses.

My eyes snapped open, 'cause hello, I was rubbing against my bed and sucking on that spoon like it was my only tie to this world.

I flipped over on my back, setting the little tub of Ben and Jerry's on the nightstand. Glaring down at my dick like it was an enemy, because it kind of was. Here I was trying to be emo and self-deprecating when it goes and decides it's a good time to get happy.

Just 'cause Bob's lips felt so good and he seemed to really be into me and maybe I wasn't as freaky as I thought…mostly his lips though, they were nice and I wanted to feel them again.

I stopped glaring and gave in to my needs, it was fast and as quiet as I could make it. Flashes of blue eyes and blond hair passed behind my closed lids, squeezed tight against the act. I hated doing this, it was messy and unsatisfying, except for that one tiny moment at the end when all was bliss and rightness.

There was another note in my locker on Monday, this one was on a piece of printer paper, and looked like the drawing had been worked on for hours. I could feel my cheeks flooding with heat, and I stuffed it quickly in my hoodie pocket.

Bob really was getting better at the whole sketching thing. The picture was of me, stretching out on a couch, wearing nothing but a pair of unbuttoned jeans. I seemed to be looking out with nothing less than lusty-need, though how he had managed to get so much emotion and such a good representation without me even being there to model for him was a mystery.

I noticed a word in the very bottom hand corner of the page the next time I took it out (between classes, in the boy's bathroom) that made me blush worse, if that were possible.

Beautiful.

Okay, so maybe Bob did like me, maybe he was able to overlook the whole cat thing. But really, how could I face him again after running off like that?

That's right, I couldn't.

I decided to take the rest of the day off, Bob was in my next class and I just couldn't deal with it. Gee should be at work, same with mom and dad, so I'd have the whole house to myself for at least a few hours. Which meant I could be naked in more than my room for a while, that thought lifted my spirits and I broke a couple speeding laws on the way home.

I was zoning out on the couch (nude, 'cause that's really the only way to do it) not paying attention to the movie flickering on the television , when the doorbell rang.

Like an idiot, numbed by t.v. and not thinking clearly, I got up to answer it. Not realizing I was still naked until the door was already an inch open. I quickly hid behind it, head poking around to see who was there.

Yeah, I'm not gonna deny I squeaked when I saw Bob on my doorstep. My ears fell back, not that it mattered, he already knew they were real; but seriously, I was naked!

"Aren't you supposed to be in school?" real smooth Mikey, that'll make you seem witty.

But Bob smiled, flicking up his big-ass shades so that they rested on top of his head.

"Shouldn't you?"

I really didn't have an answer for that, so I went with another question.

"How do you know where I live?"

He smirked, and I really wanted to kiss it off his face, asshole.

"Frankie told me, can I come in?"

I was about to nod, then remembered certain things

"Um, yeah. J-just let me go put some pants on…"

"Oh, I don't mind." and before I could do anything to prevent him, the door was pushed open and he was inside, eyeing my nakedness up and down.

"BOB!" I barely had time to cover my private bits. My pale skin was quickly turning pink and my tail curled itself around my left ankle. I squeezed my eyes shut, not wanting to see the disgust on his face; tears burning behind my closed lids, threatening to fall any second.

"Mikey…" his voice was too soft, too kind and filled with things I didn't dare hope for.

Then there was a hand trailing it's way down my side and brushing over where my tail was wrapped around my ankle. I opened one eye, all kinds of shocked to find Bob was down on his knees, one hand running over my tail, the other gripping my hip, thumb rubbing small circles.

His blue eyes were shining and filled with such want, I felt things stirring under my hands.

My tail, traitor that it was, uncurled from my ankle and wrapped itself around Bob's wrist. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning when he brought it up to his lips, kiss-lick-kissing. He looked up with hot, blue eyes, cheeks flushed and smirk hidden so well behind that smile. I couldn't stand it anymore and fell to my knees, pressing a hungry kiss, hands tangling in his blond locks.

He kissed back, pulling so that he was laying on the floor with me in his lap, straddling his waist. Suddenly I didn't care that I was naked and he wasn't, that I was a freak; 'cause Bob Bryar was sucking on my tongue and rubbing behind my ears and stroking the length of my tail.

I no longer held the desire to kill Frankie in the most painful way imaginable, more like buy him a carrot cake muffin or something.

"Mikey, Mikey baby, you're so beautiful." Bob panted into my neck, hands running all over, and I found it wasn't so hard to believe him.

I tugged at his black shirt, wanting to taste more skin.

"Let's go to your room."

I whined, wanting nothing more than for him to ravish me right here, right now. 'Cause, you know, this could all just be a cruel, cruel dream.

Bob chuckled, sweeping me up in his arms and telling me to point the way. He dumped me on my nice, neat bed, just looking down at me. I felt the blush returning and my tail twitched with the need to be touched, not just stared at.

Then he swooped down, straddling me now, peppering kissed all over and making me giggle.

"So, so pretty." he whispered in that deep ear-happy voice, suckling on a nipple, causing me to arch up and hum in pleasure.

"Bob, Bob," he looked up, not stopping his lick-nip-kissing, "Touch me please, I need you to touch me."

And there was that smirk again, but I didn't fucking care, because there was his hand and it was so good. I couldn't hold back the moans any longer, or stand the fact that he still had fucking clothes on. I reached down and pulled at his shirt, the black fabric sliding easily off.

I pushed at Bob so that he sat back and I could sit in his lap again, could lavish at all the new skin; grind up into his hand as I sucked on his collarbone.

The noses he gave were like the best kind of music, deep and rough, smooth and vibrating up through my lips and strait down to my cock. I pushed at his jeans, forcing them past his hips and as far down his legs as I was able; so I could rub against his heat. Could feel how I made him react, maybe make this whole thing seem real and not the best wet-dream in history.

"Mikey, Mikey, Mikey, I'm gon-gonna come." fuck, so was I.

I pressed another scorching kiss to try and distract myself, but it just pushed me over that proverbial edge; hots spurts making Bob's hand wet and sticky. I curled up, crying out my pleasure.

As soon I as regained use of my motor skills, both hands shot down to help Bob along, needing to see his face as he came. Wanting so fucking bad to know I could bring that on.

And shit was it a wonderful expression, eyes tight shut and mouth hanging open in the filthiest way, cheeks flushed with desire; I committed it to the pile of most-remember-forever images in the back of my mind.

We were both so sweaty and sticky and messy, as much as I wanted to just fall back and sleep, I couldn't just leave us that way. I knew I would regret it, couldn't stand being dirty for any amount of time. So, I helped Bob off with the rest of his clothes and led him to the bathroom.

Strange how things had gone so fast, one minute I was being all emo on the couch and wondering how the fuck I was going to ever be able to face Bob again. And the next, I was running a warm washcloth over his stomach and hand (careful to pay special attention to each finger). It was kind of nice, I wasn't as scared as I thought I would be.

After I got us cleaned up, I pulled Bob back down on the bed, curling around him in a very cat-like manner, tail wrapping itself around his ankle.

"Nap time."

He chuckled, scratching behind my ears, my head on his chest.

And yeah, I was humming again, you would too if you could feel the way I did right then.