Kitty: The Sequal – Chapter 2
"Mikey, baby, please tell me what's wrong." Bob pleaded in his low, ear-happy voice, running a hand soothingly down my side.
I just shook my head and buried myself further into his armpit, clinging to his warm, familiar body. Bob continued to rub at my skin, occasionally trailing fingers the length of my tail before returning to my back and shoulders. Until I reluctantly relaxed against him, though I didn't release the death grip I had on him.
I was seriously freaked, I was barely used to people being okay with what I was, even after a year and a half with Bob, you can't just go throwing new things at me. I don't handle change well.
The realization that I may not be alone in the world, something I should have probably already know (but I was from a small town, so I guess you could blame that), it both thrilled and terrified me.
Much the way Bob made me feel when we first met, a tingling feeling softened with a promise that sharpened it all over again in some weird paradox of emotion that made my head hurt.
"I love you Bobby." it was the only thing I was sure of at the moment, his grip tightened around me, a safe cocoon of warm flesh and murmured words.
"Are you gonna tell me why you're so jumpy when we're going to a café?"
I couldn't help it if I was a little skittish, I just squeezed Bob's hand and tugged him into the shop. I needed to go back there, needed to, like picking a scab or poking a bruise. Only I knew I couldn't do it alone, so I told Bob we were going on a coffee date. He had smiled and kissed my cheek, I felt awful for not being honest.
I don't know why I didn't just tell him, maybe afraid that I had just been hallucinating, that if I spoke the words aloud it would become a figment of my imagination.
It didn't matter anyway, the man wasn't there. Some folk group had taken his place on the tiny stage.
It actually turned into a date, so I didn't feel quite so guilty, but I still gave Bob a very enthusiastic blowjob when we got home.
"Coffee time, Bob." I announced, dragging my very naked boyfriend out of bed. I figured the guy might only play early, Tuesday mornings. So I forced myself to wait a whole week, for the day to roll around.
"'M tired, Mikes." Bob grumbled, trying to fall back in the bed.
"That's what coffee's for." I tugged him over to the closet, pulling a nice tee-shirt over his head.
"No, that's what sleep's for." his voice was muffled by the fabric, but he wasn't really protesting.
I was already dressed, had changed my outfit three times before settling on a black v-neck and a pair of tastefully worn jeans.
Once Bob was dressed, I led the way outside. He walked with a hand in my back pocket, thumb sometimes rubbing at the base of my tail. The stance so natural it served to calm my sensitive nerves and I moved closer to him.
When we reached the café, I let Bob place the order in a sleepy voice, my eyes scanning the large room. The stage was empty of people, but there was a stool in the center, a slim Gibson leaning against it. As if the person had gone out for a smoke, I kinda wanted to take a picture of it.
Bob startled me out of my thoughts, pressing a warm, scarlet cappuccino cup into my hands. He rubbed between my shoulders, looking concerned. But I just smiled and shrugged, thanking him for the coffee.
"No problem, let's sit down yeah?" I nodded, only slightly put out when he chose a table close to the stage. He made it better by scooting our chairs close together and giving me the most sleepy, love-you eyes over his cup.
I nearly melted, leaning in to kiss his ear. Bob was seriously magical, and he didn't even have to try.
He smirked and nuzzled into my neck, breath smelling of fresh coffee, making me giggle as his beard tickled my skin.
That's when the man came into view, taking his place on the stool and picking up the guitar; fingers graceful over the strings.
Bob noticed my sudden stiffness and peered around for it's cause. My eye's were fixed on the stage, and I felt the breath leave Bob all at once.
"Oh.." I would have flinched, if the guy hadn't noticed me once more, wasn't smirking like that. Like it was the funniest thing in the world, to see me all nonplussed, before his gaze flicked away again.
"Mikey, honey." Bob's voice startled me out of my little trance, I squirmed in my seat, uncomfortable. "Mikey, do you wanna talk to him? I'm sure he wouldn't mind."
Fuck yeah I did, but why was Bob being so understanding? I'd be jealous as fuck if I caught my boyfriend ogling another guy. Not that I was ogling, 'cause I wasn't…I'm pretty sure I wasn't anyway.
I'm so confused.