Kitten's cheeks burned with heat as she buried them once again in John's chest. The first time was completely out of her control - it was an initial reaction to comprehend a moment that was now playing out further than her even her wildest fantasies had ever taken her.
He had been by her side every step of the way to this point, talking and comforting, understanding and being open and responsive to her perspective.
And yet still the moment was surreal. For even though her face was as flush as the rest of her body she couldn't resist turning her head once more to get a glimpse at the astonishing site that lay before them. Her senses went into overdrive, triggering a powerful memory from only two weeks earlier.
With a long, solid history of honesty and open discussion and comprehension she and John felt comfortable and secure in introducing an element to their already wonderful dynamic.
For as far back as she could remember Kitten had always wanted girl playmates and had had them up until the moment when, at a young age while with a playmate, she endured a single point of public humiliation at the hands of an adult. That event set decades of humiliation and uncertainty into motion with a core belief structure: that what she felt deep down was somehow wrong.
Through patience and understanding and commitment, she and John had worked through those feelings and both felt her evolution and acceptance of who she really was had to involve surfacing and confronting that trauma in the most profane and obvious way: for her to recognize this desire as a healthy part of her sex and treat it with the reverence and tenderness it deserved. And while they didn't actively pursue this integration, they didn't neglect it either: enjoying and reveling in the discussion of what-if's and the related possibilities. But just two weeks ago, by accident no less, suddenly those "what-if's" became the possibility of "when can we's".
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While attending their very first munch Kitten and John met two lovely and friendly girls: Beth and Stacy. Their easy-going and clearly experienced demeanor made Kitten feel at ease almost immediately, though admittedly a little intimidated: these girls were cute. Really cute. And they seemed to take a fancy and interest in Kitten and her role in the life thus far, smiling and laughing and agreeing with her when Kitten annotated early kink experiences, it's ups and downs and why everything in the life felt so right to her. All of this attention caused Kitten's face to blush and burn, which only made her all the more charming, of course.
More than once Kitten had clasped John's strong warm hands and looked to him, silently asking for reassurance. Naturally he returned her queries in spades, squeezing her hand and slightly nodding in approval.
He too wore his heart on his sleeve, and it was so apparent that he cared for and looked after his little one that the girls were flattered and charmed by him as well.
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As the munch continued on they both had moved in closer, and while still engaging and emanating a welcoming vibe, neither had laid so much as a finger on Kitten.
Their obvious respect and proper etiquette further added to John's approval, and with Kitten's reactions to meeting two such fun girls, Beth in particular, she became filled with so much delight and energy she was practically bouncing. At the end, everyone had agreed to see each another again sometime soon, perhaps to chat on FL or even another munch, but there was no way Kitten could have known just how soon that would be.
For the first part of the car ride back all Kitten could talk about was how wonderful their chance meeting went, asking John if he felt the same and making sure he was okay with everything. Soon she began to spin though, and overthink, and those age-old malicious thoughts started to work their way back in, and she became quiet.
"Kitten", he said sweetly.
"Yes?"
"Where did you go, little one?"
"Oh... Do you think they liked me?"
"I know they did, my sweet."
"How do you know though? What if we never see them again?"
"Then we can say we once met two lovely girls at a munch, and they absolutely adored you."
"Oh." Kitten blushed so hard at John's words, and she longed to hop in his lap and cuddle up to him right then and there.
"Kitten."
"Yes?"
"How about I reach out to them on FL. And if they respond we'll take it from there, okay little one?"
John's rhetorical question made her heart leap, and her pelvis lurch.
"...okay."
"That's my girl. Now don't spend any more thought on it."
Kitten smiled, then looked over at John and saw that he had that devilish smirk on his lips.
"They were cute, weren't they, Kitten? Beth seemed to take to you."
"Oh, they were so cute!"
And the conversation continued up again, Kitten going over each positive vibe and detail.
Later that night, while in bed after another incredible session together, Kitten introduced the topic.
"... um...?"
"Yes, my kitten?"
"Do you think they would want to play with me?" There was no need of identify whom she spoke of by this point.
"I will ask, little one."
"Thank you..."
"Of course, my sweet. You don't need to thank me but I appreciate it very much." He gave her a quick kiss on the top of her head and she cuddled back into his chest.
Soon she was fast asleep, and John took a moment to reach out to both Beth and Stacy on FL.
He knew she trusted him to do so on his own as he had reached out to people like this in the past and shared everything with her.
John said his pleasantries, and thanked them both again for being so respectful and charming with his kitten.
Then, unexpectedly, he made a solo decision and wrote them a brief view into Kitten's internal struggles.
This wasn't something Kitten had a agreed to, sharing this intimacy with others, and though he didn't go into too much detail, as soon as he clicked, "Say It" he felt a pang of nervousness and regret.
"Bad idea, man." He thought to himself, instantly regretting his mistake. Sleep did not come easy but he deserved no less.
The next morning, when kitten woke, he cuddled her close and told her of his slight, then read her the message.
