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Chapter 3 - With a Little Help From My Friend
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Erika brought her paint to her lips and swallowed a bit more beer. Honestly, I didn't think this evening would go that way. She was fun and didn't seem to be offended by anything I said so far. She reminded me of Kitty somehow in a way that both of them seemed to understand better than I ever will the value of the present moment. I was envious.
My red-haired drinking companion interrupted my thoughts.
"So mark, are you going to tell me about that love declaration or what?"
"I will. In due time. We will see how far I can go with my story first."
She laughed at that.
"Well, we've been here for a while, and you only told me about the first 12 hours of your one-year relationship with the cat girl. I get the feeling we will never go back home at that pace."
She was right ... I was a slow teller, but I didn't feel there was an easy way around it.
"Well, all those moments were significant to me. That is how I learned to love Kitty. I can try to accelerate the pace if that's what you want."
Erika shook her head.
"Nope, your story, your pace. As I said, I'm entertained. So take the time you need. I'm curious, though, did you ever manage to get her out of that suit after all?"
"Ah, yes. That is a good question ..."
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"NO!"
"Don't be stubborn, Kitty. What we did tonight in the mud was crazy. Just do it for me, okay? If you don't want me to see you as a human, for now, that is fine. I can just drop you off at your place while you do your thing and wait for you in the car."
"I don't have a place," she retorted.
"How come? Where do you sleep at night?"
"I don't want to talk about that."
"Ok, well ... where is the key then?"
"Yes."
"What? Yes is not even an answer!"
"No."
I looked at her in the eyes, attempting to read what she was trying to accomplish here. It was a bit hard with her rubber hood on. The eyes told a lot, but not everything. I got the feeling that I was being toyed with. Doing that so far was very entertaining for her. She was sitting on the edge of the bed, wrapped in her soft towel, and was just staring at me. Then I saw it ... one corner of her lips twitched up. I was sure of it. I grabbed her two wrists and pushed her down on the bed, and started pinching the side of her tiny waist.
"Kitty! You are pulling my leg! You evil cat!"
She bursts into laughter.
"Hahaha! Stop stop! Haha! Stoooop! It is in the mailbox! I left it in your mailbox! Haha!"
Satisfied with her confession, I gave back her freedom.
"You are such a piece of work, you know that?"
"I wanted to see if you'd get angry. I don't like people who get angry," she said.
I didn't get angry. I could get irritated, frustrated, and such, but anger was not one of my traits. I poked her on the forehead and went all the way down to retrieve the key from the mailbox. It was indeed there.
When I entered the bedroom again, Kitty was lying on her belly, hugging a pillow, kicking her feet back and forth. She always looked entertained for some reason. I sat next to her and inserted the key in the lock and removed the padlock. Then I unzipped her suit. As expected, her hair was all wet and full of mud still.
"There, you can go take a real shower now and clean up your suit."
"Are you not going to force me out of my suit?" she asked.
"No, you said you didn't want to."
"I did ... but I like testing you."
"I know you do. I'm happy with the rubber cat for now. Go, do your things now. I'm going to read a book, but let me know if you need anything."
"Meow!"
She hugged me and headed to the bathroom for another shower, a real one this time. She let me put a lot of effort into cleaning her earlier so that she could tease me. Unbelievable.
I stayed in my bed, respecting her non-cat privacy. While I was reading my book, I could hear the shower, then the hairdryer, followed by toothbrush action. I sensed that she was struggling with her suit again. It took her over an hour overall, but she finally came back to the bedroom, wearing her suit once more.
"Zip me."
Once that final task out of the way, she got in the bed next to me. We cuddled and kissed for a bit. Unfortunately, we were so tired at that point that we just decided to sleep. I got to hold that cute rubber kitty in my arms all night, which was just plain fantastic.
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Erika was looking at me with her beer in hand. She didn't look like a person that heard what she wanted to hear.
"Mark. This is boring! You just described that she was a funny girl and that she was good at cuddling. What about cat sex? That is more fun."
"Well, you asked about the suit, no? Plus, I got to know a bit more about her playful personality that night; it is important."
Erika was not convinced. The beer made her a bit intolerant too.
"Is this even true anyway? If you are pulling my leg, I'll break yours. I swear. I mean, running around town with a girl that dresses like a cat, you know. Oh ... I know ... Show me some pictures of her. You must have some on your phone, right?"
"I ... do."
"Show me!"
"Are you sure? It is kind of kinky."
"If you show me, I'll give you a blowjob."
Of course, she said that with a big grin on her face. I knew she was not serious, but she wanted to see. Ah, whatever! Why not? She deserved it after listening to my little story patiently.
"Ok, ok ... Fine. Come here, and I'll show you a couple."
I was sitting on a loveseat sofa, so I invited her to sit next to me. It was going to be more comfortable that way. Surprisingly, Erika stood up and kicked off her heels. She laid down and curled next to me on the sofa, resting her head on my lap. That was unexpected, but I made no comments at all. I was even happy that she decided to do that. The warm and social ambiance of the pub made her action feel appropriate. She pulled my arm lower so she could see the screen better. A cute picture of Kitty was displayed on the small screen.
"Is that her?"