Kitty: The Sequel Chapter 5
I waited out on the curb for Pat's puke green sedan to come into view. When it did, I was surprised to see that he was alone, before resisting the sudden urge to growl as Frankie sat up, wiping his mouth with the back of one hand. As if I wasn't horny enough, now I would have to smell that shit all the way home, that heavy musk that only dirty acts could bring about. It wouldn't have been as bad, or probably even noticeable, if I'd had normal senses; but no, I just had to be born a freak.
"Hi, Mikey. Nice hat, why do you look so agitated? Did something happen? Do I have to get Gerard to go eat someone? I totally will." I shook my head at Patrick's after-orgasm talkativeness, carefully placing Aberrant in the backseat and crawling in after; her neck in my lap.
"How was the jammin'?" Frank asked, stupid satisfied smile on his face.
"Fine, good, just music that's all, nothing else." I rambled, getting a strange look from both of them, I coughed for no reason.
"Can you take me home now, please?"
"Sure, Mikey." Pat said in a slow voice, eyeing my fidgeting self.
When we got back I wasted no time in rushing up to the apartment, shedding my clothes, and jerking off before I fucking exploded with suppressed need.
It wasn't cheating, it wasn't cheating, it wasn't cheating. I thought over and over, hand flashing, wet sounds filling the air. The figure that bloomed in my mind as I came was unmistakably Bob, but I still felt dirty; because he wasn't the one to get me riled up in the first place.
What the fuck was wrong with me?
Whatever it was, I needed to make it up to Bob for what I just did. Even though he had no idea what was happening. I decided to surprise him with dinner.
Now, it usually wasn't a good idea to let me fiddle with appliances, but this was important. And really, I only almost burnt the house down once…or twice.
"Mikey? What's that smell?" Bob walked into the kitchen, face scrunched up.
I frowned down at the pan of goop I had just pulled out of the oven,
"I tried to surprise you…" my shoulders slumped in failure.
Bob chuckled, wrapping his arms around me from behind, nuzzling into the back of my neck.
"That's so sweet, baby. Thank you."
I sniffed, still feeling useless, but my tail wrapped itself around his ankle in gratitude.
"Wanna order a pizza?" I offered, he chuckled again.
"Sure, baby." Bob kissed my neck, shoulder, cheek, working his was around my body until he reached my lips
"You have flour on you nose." he smiled, my face flushing. "You're so cute, Mikey."
I felt a flash of guilt and tried to force it down, kissing Bob nice and long.
It was one of my days off, a few after playing with Ray, when I started to feel twitchy, restless. It was only ten in the morning and Bob wouldn't be back until well after seven. Frank would be busy sexing up my brother and Patrick, so that was a no go.
Damn my lack of friends…
Though, I could always call Ray, he said I could. We could play, or hang out or something. I just needed to be not so alone.
I thought about it for a few minutes, my mind already made up, had been before I even started considering my options. I dug his number out of it's hiding place, in the back of the O to S encyclopedia.
My fingers only shook a little as I dialed,
"Hello?" his smooth voice answered after the third ring.
"Hey, Ray, it's umm, it's Mikey." I scowled at the wall, my unoccupied arm wrapped around my middle in nervous pose.
"Hey, Mikey, what's up?" I bit my lip, he was gonna make me say it, well no point in procrastinating.
"I was wondering if you maybe wanted to hang out, or something." I could almost feel his smirk through the phone.
"That sounds cool, I was getting bored. Do you need me to come pick you up?"
"No, no I'll just ride the bus over to your place." I so didn't want him to know where I lived. This apartment was infused with Bob and I didn't was to taint that by bringing Ray up here.
"You sure?"
"Yeah. Yeah it's no problem, I'll be over in a bit." bullet, dodged.
"Alright, see you in a bit then, Mikey."
Ray was only wearing a pair of shorts, short shorts. I averted my eyes and forced down the blush. He smirked, motioning me inside, I had to squeeze past him; our body's pressed flush together for the barest of moments.
We played his Nintendo for a couple hours, Ray said he did own a Play Station but liked the classics better. By the second hour he had convinced me to take off my tank top, saying I'd feel much better; and I did a little. Even with his eyes skimming the curve of my spine.
Despite the scent, that seemed somewhat more subtle than the other day, I was enjoying myself. I hadn't played Zelda in a long time. On my turn Ray went to the kitchen to make a bag of popcorn. It smelled fucking great when he came back, setting the blue bowl full of buttery goodness between us on the floor.
"Let's watch a movie." He suggested, leaning almost across my lap to reach his DVD shelves, I resisted the urge to scoot back.
"What one?"
"Addams Family Values." he answered, popping the movie in and settling back (close) next to me.
I grinned, that movie was awesome, better than the first one. About a third of the way through it, I felt a brushing at the base of my spine, but ignored it. The movie held most of my attentions, what wasn't taken up by the popcorn and ever encompassing scent of Ray.
When the sensation returned, more persistent and further up, I realized what was happening. Ray was trailing his fluffy tail along my back. My shoulders tensed, ears falling back,
"Please don't do that," I didn't look away from the t.v., but I wasn't really seeing the screen anymore.
"Alright…" with a final twitch across the hemline of my jeans, he did, probably smirking, though I was a bit afraid to look.
The back of my neck burned and my fingers kinda shook a little when they reached for more popped snack. Ray's tail may have left my back, but it had settled down over my own.
I didn't know what to think of myself when I did not resist the twining.