Can He Rescue Kat S Cat And Kat Pt 02

Part two.

"Did you like the feeling of my mustache?"

"I think so, although I was preoccupied with those overly active lips of yours." What a kisser, she thought; he took my breath away.

I smiled and said, "We can try it again if you're not sure."

"You're too much." Kat honestly wanted more; nevertheless, she playfully swatted my shoulder and walked back to the trail. However, I hadn't heard a definite no.

Not wanting to admit her true desire, Kat had lightly slapped me. Yet in her mind she was thinking about how she could get another kiss like that and remain righteous. After all, she was wearing Dirk's ring.

Nothing more occurred that day of a sensual nature. Our walks continued through Friday of the third week of July, during which nothing out of the ordinary happened. On that Friday we made plans to meet again on the following Monday.

Kat was confused about her romantic feelings. She had known Dirk for a considerable amount of time, and now they found themselves engaged. She believed that Dirk loved her, and she loved him. For the most part, she felt lucky to have connected with him. He was very popular with all of their friends and extremely handsome. Together, they had shared many good times; however, lately those good times had become less common. She felt Dirk was taking her for granted; sometimes he displayed a jealous temper, and his alcohol consumption was becoming excessive. On the other hand, she hadn't known Jeff for very long but enjoyed his company immensely. She felt he always appreciated her, and she liked him more than she cared to admit. Jeff, while handsome in his own right, pales in comparison to Dirk, who possesses a more impressive physical presence. Jeff's personality shines: he is intelligent, confident, caring, and has a wonderful sense of humor. Jeff doesn't seem to have any negatives, yet she hasn't known him for very long and then only as a friend. Thinking back, everything about Dirk seemed positive at the beginning of their relationship as well.

Out of nowhere, on Sunday, I received a message from Kat that made my heart sink. Apparently on Saturday night, she and Dirk had a long discussion about their relationship. They managed to work things out, and they came to an agreement on how they could better cement their connection and create the kind of union they both wanted. Dirk was humble and charming for once; he apologized for the things he had said to Kat and promised to curtail his drinking. While Dirk never admitted to attempting to get rid of her cat, he did tell Kat that he would be nicer to Angel. All he wanted was for her to stop walking with me. It was self-evident to Dirk that I was a major contributing factor to all their problems.

Clearly, Kat still loved Dirk and wanted to be with him. She plainly told me that our walks were at an end. She was sorry but asked me to forget about our friendship since it had to be over and done with. Kat claimed that I would be greatly missed by her; however, she had agreed to stay away from me for their harmony's sake. Finally, she stated, "Jeff, you're too special not to share yourself with some lucky lady. I wish you all the happiness in the world!"

I sent Kat a sad emoji face and said, "I'll miss you, all the best, and good luck." I was devastated; I should never have gotten my hopes up so high. The dream of winning Kat's love was no longer attainable. For days I moped around the house; even Oscar could tell something was wrong. I went to work every evening with a void in my heart and a feeling of deep sadness. Since they reminded me of Kat, I didn't want to visit the trails even though I had regularly walked down there alone on days when we didn't walk together. Finally, after a week or so, I decided I had to shake my melancholy feelings and walk down there again. At first it was tough; the aura of the setting wasn't the same without her cheerful presence. I often found myself missing our conversations and the way she made even the dullest days feel a lot brighter, but each day it got easier. The exercise burned up my negative emotions and stress. My outlook on life slowly improved.

I never saw Kat; obviously, she had quit walking entirely or found another place to walk. It would have felt awkward facing her, so not seeing her was probably a good thing.

After a couple of weeks, I decided to check out several dating sites and found two intriguing women there to date. First dates can be uncomfortable, and I didn't hit it off with either one. It was mostly my fault, as I found myself subconsciously comparing these ladies to Kat. Largely, though, I had settled back into my pre-Kat routines and mindset.

My outlook was back to being upbeat, and my future looked bright when it came to my romantic prospects on those dating sites. I just needed to find the right woman among the multitude of possibilities.

Then unexpectedly, while I walked along by the creek on a Thursday morning in late August, I heard off in the distance, "Jeff, wait up." I turned around to a familiar voice, and here came Kat. She lunged into my arms, hugging and kissing me on the cheek.

"It's so good to see you again, Jeff." I was flabbergasted. What was going on?

"I thought you had to stay away from me; what's up?"

A golden-tanned Kat looked sad and answered, "I know; well, Dirk broke our agreement by coming home super drunk last night just as I returned from the hospital. When I confronted him about it, he yelled at me. I ordered him to sleep on the couch and stated that I wanted him to move out again. Thereafter, he was truly sorry about everything and tried to apologize. I didn't want to hear it and went to bed. This morning, I told him I needed to think, and I still wanted him to move out, at least for now. He wanted to talk me out of it. However, that was a no-go, so he left looking pissed off."

"That's a bummer, Kat." In truth I was far from bummed.

"Can I walk with you again, or am I going to make some lucky lady jealous?"

I replied, "I'll need to check with her."

"Oh, I didn't know."

"I'm just kidding; I would love to walk with you, Kat." The walk was pleasant, interesting, and fun. We caught up on each other's lives. I learned that for the most part, Dirk had been good, and she was still wearing his ring. She hadn't yet decided what to do about their relationship. I shared with her the details of my two dates, and just like before, we chuckled over the most ridiculous things; it was like old times had returned. We expeditiously rekindled our friendship, and it almost felt like nothing had ever happened to change it.

At the end of our walk, I asked, "Would you like to walk with me tomorrow?"

Grinning, she said, "Absolutely, I thought you would never ask."

"Meet me at the same place, same time, and same station."

Amused, she said, "Yes, Mr. Controller, I can flow with that."

"Great, because I want you to be my co-pilot."

"Sweet." She proceeded to embrace me with another hug and a lingering kiss on the cheek, which I returned. Goodbyes followed. As I made my way home, I was filled with joy; I had a spring in my step and a huge smile on my face.

Our Friday morning greeting was the hottest so far; it pushed the envelope past what is considered reasonable for our situation. We hugged, and Kat's first kiss landed surprisingly close to my lips, and the second one accidentally, in my mind, but not in hers, landed right on my mouth. She immediately tried to pull back, acting like it was a mistake, and whispered, "Sorry, I didn't mean to do that."

I couldn't resist my burning desire and said, "Wait, just a harmless little kiss." Not waiting for a response, I attached my lips to hers, and she kissed me back. We went at it like never before. 45 seconds later we were both speechless, and it was hard to think straight. Speaking of hard and straight, that was the first time she had been responsible for causing my manhood to react outward to its fullest extent; my shorts were noticeably bulging. We stood locked in a deep gaze into each other's eyes, but neither of us looked down. Arousal had moistened her loins too, and she felt self-conscious like me about bringing any attention to that private neighborhood below, even though the effect on her was probably not noticeable.

Afterward, Kat was the first to address the awkward silence by saying, "That was my fault; I'm not sure what came over me." I was surprised at her comment; I had been worried that she might be upset with me.

I replied, "No way, I'll take the blame." My mind was still reeling from how fabulous that kiss was.

Kat came back with, "No, no, I encouraged you to do that with my actions." Inside she thought, God, that was worth it!

"I took advantage of you, Kat." To be honest, I thought I had.

"Jeff, that's total bull." Kat believed that she had played him.

Back and forth we went until we started to laugh, and all the tension over the kiss evaporated. Uneasiness that could have ruined the day never materialized; in fact, we began to joke around with each other about it. It felt like a weight had been lifted, and the playful banter only brought us closer together. I came to realize that this unexpected bout of kissing had advanced our relationship in ways I hadn't anticipated.

Kat stated, "Well, I don't need to wonder about mustaches anymore."

I snickered and said, "Are you sure? If you begin to forget, I can always help remind you." My comment was bold; however, I knew our rapport was such that I could get away with it and maybe even put the idea in her head.

All Kat did was smirk and smack my shoulder, and then she said, "Yeah, you wish." Honestly though, her mind was confused over her true feelings and how she thought she should feel and act.

A short time later I commented, "I love your tan; what have you been doing to get so golden brown?" From the look she gave me, I suspected that I knew exactly what she had been doing.

She replied, "It's my secret."

Grinning like a Cheshire cat, I remarked, "Sounds intriguing, but I have an idea how." I was visualizing with pleasure the erotic scene that I witnessed several months ago.

"I'll never tell." But she had that mischievous expression on her face.

I said, "I think maybe I should take up birdwatching or, better yet, buy a drone."

Kat snickered, slapped me square on the butt, and said, "Better not, mister."

I laughed, and she laughed. I knew, and she knew I knew, but nothing more was said. We had such great chemistry that these kinds of racy suggestions spiced up our conversations with good feelings and gaiety.

Our walks continued. A few weeks later, in mid-September, Kat and I met as usual. It was a warm sunny Wednesday. Our greetings had remained very friendly, yet not overly intimate. Kat would hug and kiss my cheeks and perhaps give me a quick peck on the lips, but nothing like that one kiss we had a couple of weeks ago. Yet, as we strolled along the familiar path, I couldn't shake the feeling that something had shifted between us. I caught her glancing at me more often, and there was a softness in her smile that hinted at unspoken words just beneath the surface.

We walked along chatting about many things when I felt nature calling me. There are no bathrooms by the trail. If you need to go, you head off the trail and into the woods. I usually hid behind a tree or bush to do my business. Guys have it much easier than ladies do, but that wasn't the case on this particular day. While peeing and leaning up against an old tree, I felt sharp pains on my back in several places, then on my upper leg, butt, and right arm. I was getting stung by yellow jackets swarming around me. Unwittingly, I had leaned against a nest located on the tree I was hiding behind. I yelled out, "Wasps, run." Fortunately, my cock escaped unharmed, and I ran for my life while it still hung out. Up on the trail, I quickly tucked my wiener back in my shorts. I didn't know if Kat had caught a glimpse of my waggling around wanger or not. Honestly, at that point I didn't really care, because I was in a significant amount of pain.

Kat was only about 20 feet away. She was very concerned and shouted, "Are you ok?"

"No, I am hurting big time; I got stung multiple times."

"Are you allergic to bees or wasps? Maybe I should call 911."

I said, "No, it just hurts awfully bad."

"Did your pee-pee get it?" As he came running out of the woods, she had briefly caught sight of a teeny-weeny thing flopping around and leaking out some nasty stuff in front of him. In that fleeting instant, she wondered whether she had indeed witnessed what she thought she had.

"No, luckily."

Above it all, Kat's nursing skills kicked in; she replied, "That's good, but we need to get you out of here. We're going to my house, where I can get a better look at you. I have medicine for your pain and want to remove any possible stingers that might still be lodged in you. Just hang in there a little longer; I promise you'll feel better soon." With determination and a comforting hand, she led me towards her house.

"Your boyfriend's not there, is he?"

"No, he's still living at his parent's house. Where do you hurt the most?"

I said, "My back is killing me. I must have been stung many times there, but my legs are also smarting."

Kat had to pull me up the hill from the creek because I was in a mild state of shock, but somehow, we made it back to her place with no serious problems. Inside her door, Kat helped me remove my shirt and dirty shoes. She had me sit down on a kitchen chair and then went to find a tweezer and some meds. With the expertise of a caring professional, she began to examine my back. Her fingers gently probed the swollen areas. As she worked, I felt a mix of relief and tension, grateful for her care yet acutely aware of the pain. She carefully extracted a stinger from my back. The tug sent a jolt through my nerves, but her gentle touch and soothing words mitigated my suffering, making the ordeal feel a bit more bearable. "Do you have any allergies to medicines?" she inquired after cleaning the area.

When I said, "No," Kat applied some hydrocortisone cream to reduce the swelling. I had a couple of stings on the back of my upper legs, so she had me stand up. Quickly, she pushed my shorts way up and worked on them next. Only my crotch and butt remained covered, but nothing felt sexy about it.

She asked, "Do you have any other stings I can't see?"

I debated whether to tell her, and she took that hesitation as a yes, asking me, "What are you hiding?"

"Alright, I got one right here." I slowly pointed to my right lower butt cheek. Somehow one wasp had gotten up my right shorts leg even further and stung me on the bottom of my butt.

"Loosen your shorts and let me see it." My shorts were tied in front and were the compression-lined type with built-in underwear for support. The underwear lining is a mesh fabric and very thin, which made it easy for the wasp to sting me right through it.

"Ok." I followed Kat's instructions and pulled down the back of my shorts, essentially mooning her. Simultaneously, a dead wasp I must have swatted as it stung me fell out.

Kat remarked, "I see a wasp's stinger embedded in your butt."

"Little bastard, man, that hurts."

After Kat's assessment of the sting on my butt, she declared, "Oh, that's a bad one; I need to get that nasty stinger out immediately." Grabbing her tweezers and the hydrocortisone cream, she went to work.

I felt embarrassed, kind of like how I would feel in a hospital emergency room, but even more uncomfortable. There I stood, nearly naked, and I was exposing everything to her except for what was still hidden by the very front of my shorts that I tightly clung to. The last thing I wanted her to see was my circumcised cock, which was likely shriveled and probably resembled a small turtle's head peeking out from its shell. Kat couldn't resist giggling at the absurdity of my overt modesty; her merriment and trivial approach strangely eased the tension and relaxed me. It felt like she was just carrying out a normal, everyday routine.

Despite my cock's sometimes small, turtle-like appearance, I always found comfort in the knowledge that it will metamorphose into five and a half inches of pink steel when I am sexually excited. When I am turned on, my cock, which is smaller than others at rest, amazingly transforms into being bigger than most. Contrary to what porn sites would have you believe, my erection is actually a fraction of an inch longer than the average for an adult male.

When she pulled the stinger out, I shouted, "Ow." Even though I was in pain, the sensation of her soft hand rubbing the cream on my bare butt felt darn good. Her hand seemed to stay on my bare butt for a longer period than was necessary; perhaps this was just wishful thinking on my part.

"I got you covered, dear friend." Kat was acting professionally, but not without difficulty. Nearly everything a man's physical body had to offer a horny woman was revealed, except for one important part. As a nurse, she had seen many good-looking and fit males in little or no clothing; however, this situation was different. Kat's strong feelings of affection for Jeff caused her to become sexually allured by his buff physique. To herself she thought, He's hot; I see a tight butt and nice legs! Then she admonished herself for that line of thinking. However, her thoughts continued to stray back to improper notions about Jeff's body, which was on display right in front of her.

I pulled my shorts back up and said, "That feels much better."

"The cream will need to be reapplied four times a day to control the swelling, Kat replied. I am going to check all your vital signs, and then you need to remain under observation for at least eight hours." She went on to check my pulse, temperature, and blood pressure and listened to my breathing rate.

"Kat, I need to go to work."

"No way, Jeff, you're calling in sick. I am also staying home so I can monitor your condition. You have lots of wasp venom flowing through your body; I want to make sure that you don't have a delayed reaction of any kind. Your vital signs are slightly elevated right now." She gave me some ibuprofen for pain, and after covering the cushions with an old blanket, she had me lie down on her living room couch.

"If you think so, I trust your judgment." Anyway, I wasn't feeling very well, certainly not healthy enough to quarrel with this resolute female.

"I know so, Jeff. You need to relax and get some sleep if you can." I laid down on my stomach; I was only wearing my shorts, but she covered me up with a sheet. Then she ran to the kitchen to get me a bottle of water. I felt well cared for, and I used her phone to call my boss. As I closed my eyes, the weight of fatigue settled over me, and I hoped that rest would help my body fight off the poison that was coursing through my veins.

I had fallen asleep and woke up several hours later to an argument at her front door, which was only 15 feet away. Apparently, Dirk had heard that Kat called in sick and came over to see if she was truly sick. When she opened the door, he saw me, and the shit hit the fan. He was angry to see me there. She tried to explain the situation, but nothing would satisfy him. He yelled at me, "I am warning you; stay away from Kat!"

Kat said, "You have no right to say that; you need to leave now. We can talk tomorrow once you have calmed down."

"Ok, fuck it, I am leaving. You heard me, idiot; stay away from Kat." I just smirked back at him. He left, and she locked the door. I could see the tension in her shoulders ease a bit as she leaned against the door, looking relieved to have the confrontation behind her.

I commented, "He is one angry dude; sorry about putting you through that."