Katey's Cootchie
Twelve Months: Tuesday, June 1
Aunt Terry? This is Katey.
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Yeah, I guess mom told you? He's real nice. Mom always says I just *have* to have a man. Ha. 'Just like your Aunt Terry.' Haha.
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Uh huh. See, that's why I wanted to talk to *you*. Mom won't understand. But he's real good for me. At least in most ways. He's got me on a diet, for the first time one I think I can keep with. And exercise. Oh man. *Lots* of exercise. Bikes, running. We were up on a trail today. At 10000 feet. I've already lost five pounds.
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No, 130. Down from 135.
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I know that's not "fat," fat. But he's right, at five feet tall I could be more like 100. A 98-pound weakling, he says he wants me, except *not* weak, all muscle, that's what he says he wants me to be. He likes me to have stamina if you know what I mean.
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Yeah. That's it. For fucking. Haha.
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Yeah, I'm a lot more uninhibited about language now. He's been good for me. Oh, and you wouldn't even recognize me. He wanted me to bleach my hair and cut it shorter, so I did. Here, I should send you a selfie right now, right?
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Heh, I shouldn't tell you this, but guess what else he had me bleach?
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My *butthole*? Aunt Terry! You are so *bad*! No! I meant my pubic hair! Not that it really made much difference, after he had me trim it down to almost nothing first. Calls it his landing strip.
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See, that's why I called you and not mom. You *get* it. You're right. But no, he says boobs aren't everything. That's good, right? He'll still want me even if I'm not a D-cup anymore after I lose some more weight, which they say always comes from there first. At least I'm pretty sure. Anyway, he's taken me to Hawaii, he took me to Cabo, and next month we're going to go snow skiing. I know it's summer, but he's taking me to New Zealand, where summer is winter, and winter is summer! Isn't that amazing? And he lets me drive his other car, which is ten times nicer than my old one, and he's got the most amazing house right up near the top here at Duo, and...
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You read me like a book, Aunt Terry. Yeah, there's a big "but", and not *my* big butt. Which is getting smaller, like I said. At least I hope so. No boobs and a fat ass wouldn't be cool. Not what this is supposed to be about, ha. Okay, where to start? How about this? Today, up at Glacier Pass, which is at least 2000 feet above Lookout Point, which is 1000 feet above his house, which is 3000 feet above El Cuenca... okay, I'm rambling, anyway up at Glacier Pass, the very tippy top, I had on my hiking boots, right? And we walked two miles, where it feels like you're on top of the world, looking down on the lakes and the mountains and the, well, everything. Except, that's *all* I had on. The hiking boots.
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Yeah. Exactly. And nobody else was up there. So I guess you could call it romantic, or something. But there *could* have been someone there. It's not really the quiet time of season here, after all. Tourists, and more tourists.
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No. Just oral. Oh God. See why I can't talk to mom about this? She'd flip out.
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Okay, hold on. It's not like that. No. it goes much deeper.
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You are so bad. Not that kind of deep. Oh, how can I say this? He's turned me... I let him turn me... make me... oh God, Aunt Terry, I'm his *whore*. He calls me his puta, you know what that means? Spanish, right. Basically, just a whore.
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See, that's just it. I kind of *like* it. Kind of. Not everything. But...
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Okay, I'll start at the beginning. I met him at the DMV, when I was still working there. He was registering his new Tesla. I didn't know much about cars before, but I picked up a lot while I worked there, so I could tell right away this guy had some money. The Tesla and all. And he seemed nice.
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Yeah, I ask myself that a lot, and no, not really. The money's nice, not that I see any of it directly. He just takes care of everything, financially, you know what I mean? But no, after this amount of time, I know it's not the main thing. That would be shallow, wouldn't it?
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Yeah, *about* 30. Going to turn 32, actually. He's got even more money than I first realized, at least a million, and owns his own business, but he doesn't lord it over anybody. He's kind of weird, but then so am I.
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No, but I *am*. And when I say *he's* weird, I don't mean creepy, or nerdy exactly. Just... he looks at things different, you know? I guess the one biggest thing is, he's got this one, well, *weird* eye. Kind of a lazy eye thing going on. I've let him meet some of my friends, and that's always the first thing they talk about afterward. Mad-Eye Moody, he told me his...
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Me, no, I got over it on the first date. Which, I guess if I'm starting at the beginning, I should...
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Uh huh. Tall. Almost six feet anyway, which for me is more than tall. Two of his friends are even taller, but I'll get to that. Anyway he's in shape, at least for outdoor stuff, more so than weightlifting, haha. And he's got a really big... you know... a really big you-know-what.
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I don't know. I just didn't want to say it like that. I know, you're my Aunt Terry, after all, I don't have to say it like you're Mom. Okay, he's got a really big *dick*. And I *like* it. I mean, it's sort of long, but what I mean is, it's really big around. At least *I* think so, haha. He *stretches* me, that's what I tell him. Like nobody before. Nothing like Griffin, that's for sure, though I sure don't tell Mitch *that*, haha.
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So yeah, back to the beginning. I guess mom would say I let it get off to a bad start. But that's because she always told me not to kiss a guy until the fifth date, or something. You know? Well, I sure didn't do it her way, not with Mitch. He took me to this really fancy restaurant, I'd never even heard of it, but it wasn't in one of the casinos or anything, just a regular restaurant but real snooty. He must have spent $200, no, probably more because he bought a bottle of fancy wine. And then we went to a juggling show, or, well, no, Chinese acrobats I guess you'd call it, and he made sure to let me see that he spent $300 on *that*, plus a drink at intermission. And then we sat at a bar, after, where he got me the rest of the way drunk, haha. So when he was driving me home, he asked if I wanted to take a detour to this spot he knew halfway up Duo Highway, I knew what he had in mind, and you know what, I was okay with that.
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Uh huh. Lookout Point. I already mentioned that. It's actually more than halfway up, in fact higher than Round Ridge where he lives, but I mean the turnoff is halfway, and then you really climb for two miles. There's a great hiking trail that way, too, which I never knew anything about before. Totally out of the way. We parked, we kissed, he got kind of handsy, and then he wanted to know if I liked coke.
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I swear, I only ever tried it once before I met Mitch. So I told him to just give me a little. Not that I was sure what that would mean. He had it in the glove box, and... well, after that, we kissed some more and he started feeling me up, just on my boobs, you know? And then he put *my* hand on *his* lap, but not really on his dick. Like he was waiting for *me* to make the next move. And I didn't want him to think I was a slut, but I did want him to think maybe I liked him, so I didn't know what to do. We started kissing again, and he kept feeling my boobs, but just on top of my blouse.
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Yeah, feeling down in my cleavage a little, since I had worn a blouse I figured he would, you know, like a lot? Ha.
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Ha, yeah, I don't know if boobalicious is a word, but it should be. That was what I had on, a boobalicious blouse. But he didn't really go far. Shy, or something, I thought at first, though I know him better than that now. He's not shy. He just didn't... *force* anything. But he let me *know*, you know, what he wanted, first with his tongue and then with a finger to my lips. I let him. I sucked it a little, his finger, but then I couldn't help laughing. But then he waited to see if I would take the next step.
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Yeah. I don't know if it was the cocaine, or just that I liked him and I wanted him to like me. After a while I went looking for his dick, with my hand. And then I got brave and asked him, "do you want me to?" That's all I said, and he said, uh huh. Romantic, huh? Haha. So I undid the top of his pants and pulled down his zipper. But you know what? I almost shit when I saw it. I had no idea just from looking at him. I mean, it felt weird through his pants, but I didn't completely catch on. I unzipped him and fished around trying to figure out how to pull it out. It's long but not super long... but... oh, I already told you that, right? But I never saw one up close that was so big around, and I had to figure out how to fit it in my mouth without...
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Right. He kept reminding me to be careful of my teeth. Ha. Anyway I was figuring he'd take me home once he came, which was super quick, and I wasn't expecting that. He came a *lot*, and it tasted sort of like coffee. I don't think I ever tasted somebody's sperm that came in flavors, ha. He loves asparagus and guess what that does to his sperm too. Yeah, ew. Anyway after that, he didn't say anything about his plans, just kept up the small talk about my family and how I grew up, but once he drove down to the turnoff at the main highway, he turned left instead of right to take me home. And I didn't say a word about it. He took me to his house on the hill, as he calls it, and got me drunk some more, like I needed that. I can't believe I didn't puke, now that I think back on it. Anyway, he picked me up and carried me up the stairway, which I thought was cool - the stairway I mean, because it was round with a landing halfway, but also being carried. The last few steps were tough for him, haha. He didn't say I weighed more than he expected, even though I figured he was thinking it. Like I said, he's real nice.
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No, but there's more. A lot more. He shares me. With his friends now.
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I mean, I *let* him share me with his friends. The first time was when he had friends over. I thought it would just be a normal, you know, party or whatever. Low key. Watching some basketball on the tube was the idea. Lot of drinking. It had been like that before. But this time he gave me some molly, which he had started doing anytime he wanted something out of the ordinary from me. I mean, by then I had moved in with him. We had settled into a routine where I always gave him a blow job in the morning, and then at night after dinner we'd make love the regular way, or sometimes it would be anal. So that was normal, but sometimes when he wanted to do it outside on the deck or if he wanted to make a video or, well, pretty much anything, he'd give me molly. Which, I have to admit, leads to some pretty awesome orgasms.
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I know, right? And after a while he said he was tired of having to go to this guy, Mr. Jones, all the time, to get more for me. It was getting out of hand, so he cut way down on that, which I guess is what I needed him to do. But anyway, that one night, I sort of could tell he had something in mind, and I wondered if I should try to say no. But he doesn't really like it when I say no to anything. So then, when his friends arrived, he told them about our first date, just like I told you. Didn't leave much of anything out. Told them, on the very first date, Katey did this, Katey did that. Katey sucked my damn cock, he...
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Yeah. That we fucked, on the first date. Anal, too, on the first date. Oh, I did mention that part, didn't I?
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No, but the stupid thing is, I *do* like it. I mean, I don't at first, when it starts, but when it gets past the point of no return, I'm okay with it. More than just okay. I mean, I came like crazy that night.
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