Her Name Was Amy Cat Sitting

Your name is Matt. You're 28 years old. You live alone in a single bedroom apartment with your orange cat, Seamus. Your last girlfriend didn't work out. You broke it off with her about a year ago after she confessed she had been cheating on you with a coworker. You work in data entry. It's an incredibly tedious job, but it pays the bills. You've tried dating app after dating app, but you're mostly just ignored or you go on one date that never goes anywhere. You're starting to feel pretty fed up with dating in general. All relationships have turned out to be pretty crappy. You start to wonder if you're even meant to find love. Pursuing women almost doesn't seem worth it. You're just exhausted and generally annoyed at life.

It's the middle of the afternoon on a Saturday. You're just fucking around on the internet. Watching YouTube videos. You hadn't really planned on doing anything the whole day other than house chores.

Then a knock comes at your door.

Right away you look in its direction with suspicion. No one ever just knocks on your door, except the landlord, and he usually shoots you a text first. You make your way over to the door, stepping over your pet cat, and peer through the window adjacent to the door to see who it is.

She spots your face immediately. She gives you a bright smile and a friendly wave. It's your new neighbor. You remember seeing her out the window when she moved in a few weeks back. Fuck, is she cute, you think. She's about your age, you think, but she just has one of those youthful faces. She could still pass for a teenager, frankly. You've never actually spoken to her. She seems nice though. You wonder what she wants, and you open the door, standing between the outside and inside so your cat doesn't get out.

"Uh, hey," you say.

"Hi!" she says the chipper girl at your door. "I'm Amy."

Her hair is pretty short, and it's so dark it's almost black. She's very fair-skinned, with pretty, big brown eyes. She's wearing a white spaghetti strap tank top, and a frilly blue skirt. She's pretty tall for a girl, but she's thin as a rail. She looks like she's half legs, and wow, do her legs look nice. She's wearing bright white tennis shoes.

"Hey, Amy. I'm Matt," you say, albeit a bit awkwardly. It's been a while since you talked to a girl this cute, and she caught you way off guard. "Can I help you with something?"

"Yeah, so, I live next door, right?" she said, pointing to the house beside you.

"Yeah, I saw you move in. What's up?"

"Well," she started, pricking her lip in an almost pouting expression. "So, here's the thing. I'm going to go visit my parents in Colorado, for like a week, but my mom is allergic to cats, so I can't bring mine, and I don't know anyone around here, really. I mean, I hate to ask like this..." she says with an absolutely adorable expression.

You can tell she's trying to use the pretty, innocent girl act to convince you. You give her a frown.

"Sorry, I'd love to help, but I kind of already have a cat. He doesn't like other cats, like at all. You'll have to find someone else. Sorry about that."

Her face falls. She frowns back, and tilts her head slightly towards you. You can tell she's not wearing a bra underneath her shirt, but you don't take the bait, and keep your eyes locked on hers.

"Pretty much everyone else around has already said no."

You shrug. "You could always pay someone to look after the cat. There are people that do that."

"I can't really afford that," she says back.

"Well, I'm sorry. I wish I could help. There's really not a whole lot more to say," you say, trying to be polite as you can before you motion to close the door.

Amy bites her lip, thinking fast. "Wait. Maybe we could... come to an arrangement?"

You raise an eyebrow. "What, like, pay me? I don't really think-."

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asks suddenly, and quite boldly.

"Uh, what?" you ask back, flinching a bit.

"Do you have a girlfriend?" she asks again.

"That's not really your business," you say after a brief pause.

"That means no, right?" she asks, tilting her again and posturing her upper body towards you.

You start to feel uncomfortable. Your penis is starting to stir involuntarily. This is getting awkward.

"What do you, I mean, what are you saying?" you stammer.

Amy shrugs her shoulders, her eyes drifting off to the side. Again, she pricks her lip. "Well, what if I give you a blowjob?" she asks shamelessly. "Would that change your mind?"

The words leave you speechless. She just stares back at you, waiting in limbo for an answer.

"I, uh, wait, this is like a prank or something, isn't it? Is this for a YouTube video or some shit?" you ask, looking around for someone hiding with a camera.

Amy sighs. She looks over one shoulder and then the other. She sees no one around. She turns back towards you with a saucy smile. Her hands wandered down to the hem of her top.

Then she lifts her shirt for you.

Your mouth actually falls open when your eyes settle on her small, perky tits. She displays them proudly and with a grin on her face. She sees your reaction and doubles down, hopping slightly up and down to make her breasts bounce for your enjoyment. Then she pulls her shirt back down just as quickly.

"Still think it's a prank?" she asked with a naughty giggle.

The next few seconds were a blur. You don't remember inviting her inside, but she's inside before you can blink. Then you're against the wall, and she's on her knees. She unbuckles your belt and pulls down your pants. The next thing you know, half your cock is in her mouth. She bobs her pretty little head up and down while you moan and groan in disbelief, holding onto her head for support. She works your prick with skill. She knows what she's doing. You're thinking you must be dreaming, but you're not waking up. Amy takes you to your root, taking your whole length in her mouth while staring up at you with those beautiful brown eyes. She doesn't gag or choke, and you're not exactly a small guy either.

You moan and thread a hand into her soft, black hair. She makes no protest as you hold onto her scalp while she sucks your cock better than any of your past girlfriends could ever hope to. After taking you balls deep, she starts focusing on your upper half. The sight of this plucky hottie with your bulge hollowing out her cheek is almost too much to bear. Your head falls back against the wall, staring up at the ceiling with bulging eyes. There's no way you're going to last much longer.

You don't have time to warn her. You cum in her mouth. She doesn't seem to mind. In fact, she seems to love it. She moans muffled, wanton moans with your cock stuffing her face as you fill her dainty mouth. You cum so fucking much, probably the biggest load you've ever unleashed. She takes it all in stride, though. She stares up at you while she lovingly sucks down your seed. She seems to really like it. No girlfriend you ever had ever really liked it. Amy fucking loves it. She swallows your load as it were nothing, drinking it down like water. Amy drains your balls unlike they're bone dry. Then she releases you with a pop, letting your flaccid length fall from her cum-coated lips. She rises upwards and gives you sly smirk, and plants her lips on yours in a steamy, tongue-filled kiss. She tastes sweet. Like candy.

She's so beautiful. She's got you wrapped around her little finger. You're puddy in her hands..

She says something to you, but you're too out of it to even register the words. You just nod along. Anything she wants. Then she's out the door just as quickly, and you've got her phone number written on a piece of paper in your hands. She shuts the door. You're alone with only your cat, staring up at you as you're still against the wall with your cock hanging out.

Holy shit. That really just happened.

You're not sure what just happened, but one things for sure. You're taking care of that fucking cat.