It was already 1 am. Our cab was driving down the city streets. The shine of the street lights was reflecting on the billion water droplets that were falling on the windows, making them look like a living night sky. Erika and I were on our way to my house.
Her head resting pretty low on my shoulder, and her eyelids closed indicated that she was ready to lie down for the night. I knew of a cute rubber cat that would have been using the same amount of space at my side, Erika was just as small and delicate. Despite the similar body type and size, both girls were very different, though.
My fingers were playing with a bundle of soft red hair from my companion's ponytail, and I remembered her light brown eyes contrasting with white freckled skin before she closed them. The absence of a mask allowed me to appreciate how different she was from what I knew. The air moving in and out of her lungs, that alone, emanated a serenity that Kitty didn't possess.
At the pub, Erika explained to me that she was a DG for a big tool renting chain, and she was quite successful at it. However, the symptoms of stress accumulated over the years, pushing her to start enjoying her financial independence a bit more. Her newly found freedom caused her to be tracked down by headhunters that were disregarding the fact that she didn't want to rejoin the circus for a while. To me, this only showed how smart and valuable she probably was.
The tires of our taxi stopped in a puddle of water in front of my driveway. After a short transaction with the driver, Erika and I exited through the right door. Arms wrapped around each other, we slowly followed the short stone path leading to the entryway. We headed upstairs, leaving our jackets behind on the black metal hooks that were mounted on a dark brown wooden board, and abandoning our shoes on the rough carpet to dry.
Erika scanned the foreign place with her eyes, associating what she heard from my Kitty stories with what she was seeing. Of course, the most prominent element was the pink crate sitting on the soft grey carpet next to one of the black leather couches.
"Is she in there now?"
"No, you can check it if you want, it is empty. One sec, I just have to go to the washroom, too much beer. You can look around."
Curious, she pulled gently on the door open to look inside. Perhaps she felt a bit of disappointment when she confirmed that there was no rubber cat to be found.
"Sure, I need to go after too."
Those four or five paints of beer, I couldn't even remember, forced my kidneys to work intensively. As the soapy water from my hands was going down the drain, I looked at myself in the mirror. I was wondering if I did the right thing by bringing this new girl home to satiate some sorts of physical needs. Was it even that? No. The sole reason why she was here was that I liked her. I knew it wouldn't have been possible for me to connect with someone only for the flesh part of it.
I kept those thoughts to myself as I walked back to the living room. Erika wasn't there anymore. It didn't take me long to find her lying down inside the crate from where she was smiling at me.
"It's not that big in here."
"Hehe. Erika, what are you doing? You want to sleep in there tonight?"
"Haha. No! I just wanted to get an idea of how it would feel. It's fun. Alright, I need to go to the washroom now."
She crawled back out of the box and leaped to the washroom. Once that out of the way, our fingers interlaced, and we went directly upstairs to the bedroom. It felt so natural for some reason.
"Okay, bed ... it's late," I said.
"Yes, let me help you."
To my surprise, Erika started undressing me. It was nothing sensual or anything. She was just performing this task to be helpful. Maybe she sensed one of my biggest vulnerabilities. Kitty had never done such a thing for me as her fingers were encased in rubber mittens at all times. My soul was probably screaming for this kind of attention. Erika must have heard it.
Before I could return the favor, she stepped away with a gentle smile as if to not make me feel rejected. She tossed her clothes on the laminated floor, leaving her down to her blue lacy bra and panties. Her mostly exposed body was oozing desirability. Being more tired than shy, she quickly slid under the sheets and called me over.
"Okay, lights out! I'm dead. Come here and hold me. I'm cold."
The darkness allowed me to rediscover Erika's body by only using my sense of smell and touch. When I joined her in bed, I turned to my side, and she instinctively pushed her back against me to spoon. It felt so right. The warmth of human skin was exquisite.
As much as I loved the feel of latex on Kitty, this was something else. It was comforting to allow another person to touch me directly without an intermediary. I wrapped my arms around her, and that was it for the night. There was no need to talk tonight. There was no need for sex tonight. There was no need for worries tonight.
Soon enough, the morning sun was hitting my face, melting away a vague dream that I wouldn't remember anyway. I must have forgotten to close the curtains last night. I didn't want to open my eyes just yet. It was more pleasant to scan my body and try to understand all the sensations I was experiencing.
Somehow, I rolled to my back during my sleep. It felt like Erika adjusted herself to my new position. I could feel her body wrapped around me like a koala on a tree. Her head was resting on the relaxed muscles of my shoulder and arm. Motionless on my chest was her hand. Her knee was up over my hip. She used her toes to scratch the inside of my thigh gently. She was awake too. Far to dislike it, I still felt a bit odd in this atmosphere.
Simply put, she was not Kitty.
"Morning, Mark. Did you sleep well?"
"Morning, Erika. Yes, you are a very comfortable girl to sleep with, I must say."
"Awww... I know! Hey, thank you for not trying things last night. I appreciate it. I was so tired," she said, rubbing my chest and belly with her soft hand.
"So, where is Kitty now?"
"She is away for a bit. She will come back in a few days. Don't worry about it. She won't show up out of nowhere."
"I'm not worried about that. I'm just curious about her, that's all. I built a mental image of her personality in my mind, but I'd like to see if she is like it for real. By the way, where did you get the pink catsuit? It was super cute in the pictures you showed me. I may have dreamed about it too. It's your fault."
There was a feeling of obsession in the air. Right away, Erika's focus was on Kitty and not on me, or us. Honestly, I didn't think much of it, though. Erika just seemed as if she had discovered something amazing and couldn't wait to learn more about it. It happened to me in the past. I knew the feeling and could recognize and accept it in others. In a word, she was excited. I extended my arm to grab my phone that was sitting on the nightstand. I showed her the website.
"That is a local shop, believe it or not. We just went on-site, and Kitty described to them precisely what she was looking for. Measuring her from head to toe was easy since she was wearing her black catsuit, even though there was a big hole under her arm. They did an amazing job, and we got our product within a week for a reasonable extra fee. It was urgent, after all, since Kitty was so distressed. She said the new suit was even comfier than the old one. Look, it's based on this model ..."
Erika pinched the screen out to zoom in to get a better look at the details. It was adorable. Paws, feet, hood were all attached. The pastel pink latex with an accent of white inside the ears and around the eyes and mouth made it look super girly.
"Well, it's not cheap, but if the quality is good, then it would be worth it, I suppose," she said.
"Totally worth it. Kitty's new paws even have padding in them, so she is even more helpless than before."
"What happened to the black suit then?"
"Nothing, she was ALWAYS wearing it, so the latex finally gave up. Those things are not eternal. She was so sad when she ripped the arm. She wouldn't stop crying until we started shopping for a new one. Choosing the color and features cheered her up quite a bit. She probably won't admit it, but I think she likes the new one much better."
Erika's body stretched a bit. It could have been an ordinary morning stretch or simply that she was a bit turned on by the thought of wearing a latex catsuit herself. The truth belonged to her.
"Mark, I don't want to leave the bed. Tell me more about you two. Last night you said you would."
"Are you begging me? Hehe. We can stay in bed all day. What do you want to know?"
"I don't know ... just continue where you were at yesterday. Did Kitty really wear a catheter for a full three months."
"For the past year, yes. We are replacing it every two months or so. She didn't have any control over her bladder since the first day we tried it. I'm the one who decides when she can relieve herself when her urine bag is not connected. There is nothing she can do about it. She has no fingers. As a bonus, she discovered that the balloon inside her bladder is making her feel like she needs to go permanently. It drives her nuts."
