Sorry for the huge and mighty delay but school got in the way and stopped me from doing anything joyful but now i am back at least for one (crappy but still...) chapter. I also know that I promised some of you a sequel to 'Mysterious Someone' but I over read it and suddenly I hate it so be patience on that one a little longer I try to work on it.
Cath's Pov
"Have fun!", I mock her earlier words as I try to open the door to my house. "Damn keys.", I continue when I still haven't managed to open the damn door.
"Why, thank you Sara I really had my fun!", I slur as I finally manage to open my door. Smirking triumphantly I give it a push until it collides with a loud thud against the wall behind it.
"Home sweet home.", I slur when I take a big step through my doorway. Without turning I kick the door close again with my feet and start to pull off my jacket forgetting the fact that I am still holding my purse in one hand which is complicating the whole task a lot. In the end I just let everything drop to the floor and start to concentrate on my next task.
Getting out of my shoes.
I have to say that heels can be sexy as hell but they aren't really drunk-friendly. I lost count about how many times I twisted my ankle tonight.
Bending down to pull them off I almost fall over but I manage to steady myself on the wall next to me. Another two thuds and the shoes hav joined the pile on the floor.
I let out a breath before I unbend again.
"Tsk... have fun!", I snort as I make my way over to my couch in the living room. Rather ungracefully I let my body slump onto it.
Letting out a groan I bring my arm which is dangling from the couch up to cover my eyes.
After Sara left I kinda felt like taking off the edge and apparently I thought the best way or rather the fastest way to do that would be to get ludicrously drunk.
Well, mission acomplished I'd say. I am drunk. Ludicrously drunk.
I let out another groan and manage to get my whole body onto the couch until I am lying fully on my back. I dare to open my eyes again but regret it immediately. Everything spins.
"Shit!", I hiss while my hand is searching for a pillow I can bury my face in. Finally finding one I push my face into it and start to let my mind wander. While I was still at the club the constant thought about more alcohol stopped me from doing so but now I just can't help.
Why does she have to be like that? She could have at least fought back. I can't stand it when she does that. I absolutely hate it. I can remember a time when Sara and I just screamed at each other. It was easy, well, more or less. We would push each others buttons and scream at each other afterwards, but for some time now our fights started to reach a whole new level. We still push each others buttons, provoke each other but then just when we think the other is about to fight back one of us flees the whole scene leaving the other frustrated and charged with their anger.
"Damn this!", I say as I remove the pillow from my face to sit upright again. I let my head lean against the headrest of my couch.
"This sucks... life sucks... Sara sucks... everything sucks." I say to the empty room, wishing it would finally stop spinning.
I let out another sigh and close my eyes. My thoughts wander to Sara. My thoughts probably never left Sara but that's another topic. She looked really good tonight. I can understand why that Max chick made a move on her. She looked hot. Those legs are going to kill me. Gosh, she is so fucking hot. Her ass, her breasts... she is gorgeous.
Slowly my hand caresses my stomach. My breathing has increased and I feel hot all of the sudden. I let my hand cup myself through my jeans. I am horny and I would give almost everything to have Sara here with my right now. She'd knew what to do.
What to do with me.
What to do for me.
God, I wished it was Sara touching me right now.
I let my hand slip into my still buttoned jeans and am not surprised how wet I am. Every time I think about Sara I am this wet and all I want is her.
When I am like this I imagine us having a fight. I push her buttons. And just when words don't suffice anymore she pushes me into my office wall and fucks me. Hard and fast. She growls into my ear that she wanted to fuck me for so long and I only moan in response.
I start to circle my clit and hiss at the first contact. Needing more space I pull my hand out of pants in order to be able to open them. I let the buttons of my jeans pop open and get hornier with each popping button. I let my index finger slide between my folds asoon as my jeans is fully open. By the third time I let my finger finally slip into me. I let out a shaky breath and still think about Sara fucking me hard and fast in my office.
'Okay, what's your fucking problem?'
'My fucking problem? I thought that was pretty obvious!', I scream at the brunette.
'Well, obviously it's not, otherwise I wouldn't be asking, would I?', she screams back at me while she closes my office door.
I take a few steps towards her, 'You. You are my fucking problem!', I tell her while I stress each word by poking my finger into her chest.
'Stop that...', she growls and takes also a step towards me.
An evil grin plasterers my face when I poke her again and ask, 'What, this?'
'Yes, this.', she growls again and takes another step forward.
We are now face to face and staring each other right into the eyes. Knowing us both I already know that neither of us will back away. For a moment my eyes leave hers to catch a glimpse cleavage. Unconsciously I lick my lips and bring my eyes back up to hers.
After some silence, only disturbed by both our heavy breathings, I am ready to continue. I don't know why but I got bold and let my finger rest on her collarbone. 'And...', I start to speak again while I am running my finger over her collarbone simultaneously. '...what if I don't stop?' I ask only above a whisper while I watch my finger sliding between the valley of her breasts.
And before I know it she has me pinned against the office door kissing me hard and passionately and fiddling with my belt.
I moan into our kiss and let her have control. She massages my breasts roughly through my blouse and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter.
When she cups me through my panties I throw my head back and moan loudly against the ceiling. She slowly brings her hand into motion. Creating friction. Making me wetter. Just when I think I am about to explode the slips her hand past my panties and circles my clit.
'Oh god.', I moan into her neck.
She leaves my clit and lets her middle finger slide between my hot and wet folds. She growls into my ear as soon as she recognizes how wet she has made me.
'God, you have no idea how much I want to fuck you.', She tells me and takes my earlobe between her teeth.
'Do you have an idea how wet you are, Cat?', she asks, rubbing me slowly. 'You are so fucking wet..', she states licking my neck, '...do I always have this effect on you?'
When she doesn't get a response she bites my neck, making me hiss in pleasure. I pull away from her neck and take her face into my hands. I kiss her hard on the lips.
'Fuck me, Sidle!', I almost order her when I pull away.
She takes two fingers and pushes them hard and fast inside me. I throw my legs around her waist and she hoisters me up fucking me harder and harder.
I moan her name and dig my nails into the fabric of my couch as I come hard against my hand.
Still lightly stroking my clit and still inside myself I begin to cry until I fall asleep on my couch.
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