Kitty: The Sequel Chapter 4
"Mikey, baby, I'm home!" Bob called from the doorway, I looked over from my place on the couch.
He was smiling softly, a couple paper bags hanging off a wrist. Curious, I pad over,
"What'd you bring me?" he smirked, holding the bags over his head, I pouted stretching up; pushing myself flush against Bob in the process.
"Nope," his other hand rested on my hip, warm against my skin. Another great thing about living in an apartment: I could be forever, gloriously naked, and the fact that Bob usually joined me in that endeavor was a bonus.
"Bobby, I wanna know what it is, I smell strawberries…" I knew I was whining, but couldn't help it. I loved strawberries.
"Give me a kiss first and maybe I'll let you see." Oh, so that what how he was going to play it, huh?
I stopped stretching up and melted further into his embrace, moving in to suckle on his bottom lip before pushing my mouth to his in a slow, warm, thoroughly distracting kiss. Bob, predictably, lowered his other arm and pulled me closer.
I giggled against his lips and snatched the bags, skipping out of his reach.
"Hey, you cheated." I stuck my tongue out and dug through the bags, placing things helter-skelter across the counter.
Fresh strawberries, whipping cream, shortbread, ice cream…I made a happy noise and pounced on Bob, kissing all over his face. How could I have ever thought about anyone other than my wonderful, wonderful boyfriend? I don't even remember why I couldn't stop thinking about Ray before, whatever it was it didn't matter now. 'Cause Bob was holding me up and backing us toward the nearest wall, capturing my lips in a deep, hot, kiss.
I groaned as my lower back came in contact with the kitchen counter, surface cold against my butt as Bob hitches me up and set me on it; still ravishing my mouth. I moved my hands down out of his hair and tugged at the hem of his shirt,
"Off." he smirked into the kiss, pulling back just long enough to shed the offending item.
My legs rested, wrapped around his hips, hands fiddling with his belt and dropping the loose pants to the floor where they belonged.
"Much better." I murmured hot against his ear, tickling the back of his knee with my tail, loving the vibrations of giggles against my neck.
Bob mouthed a trail of wet kisses across my collarbone, flicking at a nipple and making me gasp and arch towards his embrace.
"Bobby, Bobby, Bobby…" a moan poured out as he rolled his hips, causing wonderful friction. His fingers brushed down my spine and back up, one hand tracing my chin, index settling at the corner of my mouth.
"Open up, love." I did as told, suckling on the tip, slowly drawing it in further.
Why the hell I had even considered thinking of being with anyone else was crazy. 'Cause Bob felt so good inside me, large hands hot on my hips as we fucked against the kitchen counter, fast and passionate and filled with deep moans and panting breaths.
"Shit! I love you s-so fucking much, Bobby…" I gasped out, face pressed into the hollow of his neck, nails digging into the flesh of his back.
He hissed, thrusting faster, a low mantra of my name passing his lips; ending in one of the most beautiful noise in existence.
We clung to each other for a few moments, catching our breath, before I gave a soft giggle.
"The ice cream's gonna melt…"
He snorted, kissing my nose, I was so stupid in love with Bob.
After that, the idea of having a jam session with Ray sounded less like a test of my faithfulness and more like something fun. Plus I could ask him questions about…things.
So, when the day arrived that I was to meet him at the café, I packed up Aberrant with a light grin on my face. I dressed not so much to impress, but to be comfortable, tugging a knit cap on at the last moment. I didn't really hate hats as much as I thought I should, after Bob showed me I could be normal without one on. They do come in handy sometimes.
Double basses are pretty fucking heavy, and I was insanely glad that I didn't have to take her far. Ray was leaning against the side of the brick building, one hand held a cigarette, the other stuffed in the pocket of his leather jacket. He took a drag as I approached, smirking around the filter.
"I wasn't sure if you'd show."
I ignored the shiver that crawled down my spine at his voice.
"Course I showed, why wouldn't I?" Putting on a bold front might make this easier.
Ray flicked his cig away, blowing smoke out of the corner of his mouth and pushing off the wall.
"No reason." he waved towards his car, "Let's get you loaded up."
The ride to Ray's apartment was a subtle kind of torture, his smell was seeping in to me again. Like a whisper of a memory that I should know but couldn't quite grasp. Thoughts of Bob were slowly drifting away, to be replaced by the sharp scent of Ray, the way his profile seemed to glow in the afternoon light out of the corner of my eye, the tiny twitch of his ear that shouldn't be so noticeable buried in that mass of curls; but couldn't help but be the center of my (all of a sudden muddled) attentions.
The ride didn't last long though, thankfully. And I spent the entire time with my hands clasped together between my knees, pointedly staring strait ahead, letting the heavy music flowing from the radio fill the silence.
A friend. A friend. A friend.
I repeated the mantra as Ray helped me carry Aberrant up the narrow stairwell that lead to his apartment. Not noticing the way his arm muscles flexed, or the smirk on his full lips.
"Well, it's not much, but it's home." Ray said with obvious pride, encompassing his living room and tiny kitchen with a sweep of his arm.
The inside of his apartment was painted in warm colors, russets and deep oranges. His living room had a small television, with an old school Nintendo hooked up (game cartridges stacked neatly around it). A worn couch was pushed against one wall, but most of the space was taken up by a half-stack, coils of cords, and not a few guitars.
The layout distracted me from my thoughts and I wondered over to inspect the new territory, ever curious. Ray carefully leaned Aberrant against a wall, and watched me look at his stuff. I knew he was staring at my ass when I bent over to examine his game collection, but I chose to ignore it. A friend…
"Well, let's play some yeah?" I finally spoke up, walking over to my bass.
Ray smiled, right ear twitching; I hid my flush by concentrating on unpacking my large instrument.
I plucked out a couple notes, scowling faintly before adjusting the tuning. One good thing about sensitive hearing, easy to do that by ear.
I soon lost myself in the deep, soothing sounds of Aberrant; barely noticing when a swift, sharp melody wormed it's way along side. Blending seamlessly together, like so few thing did in life. Kinda like the way I fit so comfortably in Bob's sleeping embrace…
The thought of Bob brought me back to the world, made me aware of where I was and who I was with…and the fact that I was somehow sans a shirt.
Though, that part shouldn't have been as much as a surprise, I tended to shed my clothing at odd intervals; especially when I wanted to feel something closer, have the vibrations buzz against bare skin and sink in to swim around by blood.
What really got me was Ray's lack of upper covering. He was concentrated on his finger work, not looking up very often, playing with his soul. But the music he was making was a bit further back in my mind, in face of that expanse of tan skin, slightly hairy. The smell of him so much more palpable in my nose, urging me to get out of my pants and rub against something, anything. To satisfy an itch I hadn't been aware of, but that was suddenly so important as to push every other thought away.
My fingers fumbled over the cords that should have been simple, causing Ray's head to rise, eyes questioning.
Then something flashed behind them and he fucking smirked again, my cheeks burned for the umpteenth time that day.
"I-ah, I need to get go-going." I scrambled to get my shirt back on and zip up Aberrant in her case.
"Why? I thought we were have fun." Ray's honey dark voice drifted over, feeling too close even though I knew he was still over by the couch. The scent intensified, making me hesitate before Bob's face floated past, behind my eyes.
"I just need to be somewhere, that's all." I stammered out, refusing to look up.
"Alright, Mikey." I could hear the smirk in his voice, "Let's do this again sometime, yeah?"
I nodded, not really paying attention to his words.
"Next week then, same time." more nods.
"Sure, I gotta, um yeah, I gotta go…" I flashed a look over at him, gulping at the sight.
"Do you need a ride?"
"N-No, that okay, I have one." I didn't, but I could call Pat, it was his day off.
Ray set his guitar down, slinking over, hand brushing over my hip as he passed to open the door, smiling with his eyes.
"Well, I guess until next week then?"
"What? Oh, yeah, bye Ray. I-it was fun."
"Bye, Mikey." I felt his eyes on me the whole way struggling down the stairs, but wasn't about to ask for help. The faster I got away from Ray the better.
Though, sadly, frustratingly…shamefully, I knew that wasn't the last time we would meet. I would come back, almost as if I didn't have a choice. I shook my head, trying to clear my thoughts.
Shit, I needed Bob.