A Little Pussy

Here's another little story for you all. It's long, at 14,000 words, and I'm putting it in Novels & Novellas because it crosses boundaries between erotic couplings, interracial sex, and lesbian sex. If any of those categories bother you... well you found your way here, you can find your way back.

DWC.

A Little Pussy.

Tom.

"Bye Daddy!" shouted Abigail, my thirteen-year-old daughter; Noah, her younger brother waved, "Bye Dad."

"Thanks for this," said Gemma, "It means a lot to them, this 'family time'. I'm sorry things didn't work out between us." She hugged me briefly and stretched up to kiss my cheek. "I'm proud of you, Tom, the way you've picked yourself up."

"What we show them now is important," I said, kicking at a piece of turf at the pavement edge, "I don't want them damaged by us falling out."

Gemma squeezed my shoulder and climbed into her car, "See you in a fortnight. If the kids want to see you in between, I'll get them to ring first, OK?"

I nodded, and she smiled and started the engine, waving as she drove away. I waved at Abi and Noah until the car turned at the end of the street.

I felt my shoulders drop as I turned to walk into my tiny, one bedroom house. The strength I showed Gemma and the kids was a front and, only a few years ago, Gemma would have seen right through it.

***

We'd been the 'Ideal Couple'. Both successful in our own fields, me in computer systems, Gemma in teaching. We had two wonderful, active kids and a love life that seemed to put most of my mates to shame, judging by the comments they made.

It was only a year earlier that I'd started to notice a difference. Gemma was more distant. She began to stay out with friends more, drink more. Our love life all but stopped.

"Gemma, there's something wrong...with us...please talk to me," I'd said to her.

"It's nothing, Tom."

"You've changed," I paused, wanting to ask, but afraid of the answer, "Is there someone else?"

I saw her freeze, then she grabbed me and hugged me close. I could feel the sobs racking her body as she squeezed me.

"What's his name?" I asked, "Do I know him?"

"It's not..." she mumbled into my chest.

I pushed her away from me a little and she looked up at me through her tears.

"Tell me," I said, torn between hugging her close and pushing her away from me.

"It's not...a man."

My befuddled brain tried to process that piece of information, and failed. "What? What do you mean, it's not a man?"

"It's a woman," she whispered, burrowing back into my chest, "I'm so sorry, Tom. It was a game, an experiment, but I've fallen for her!"

"Who?" I said.

"Cindy."

Cindy. Cindy Groves. I knew her from the school gate, the Parent/Teacher group, the sports days. She was a single mum. Not your stereotypical single mum, Cindy ran her own shop, and sported short, spiky black hair and a number of piercings through her nose, lip and tongue.

"Is it serious?"

"Yes," she whispered, peering up from under her eyelashes, "Yes, it is."

We talked for a long time that day. Gemma had found a side of herself that loved women, or at least one woman, and wanted to explore it, to honour it.

"Will.....Will you leave me?" I asked, my own tears falling unchecked now.

"I don't know what to do, Tom. I love her, but I still love you too."

"Can we share you?" I asked, clutching at straws now.

"I don't know, I can ask. She's quite possessive."

I laughed then, bitter laughter. I was married to Gemma, I'd offered to share her, as a last resort, and she tells me her girlfriend is 'possessive'!

"I need to go for a walk," I said, standing and making my way to the front door, "I'll be back later."

I walked for about half an hour, trying to figure out how my life had gone from happily married to this shit in an hour or two. I found myself outside the King's Head pub, and walked into the public bar.

"Usual, Tom?" shouted Billy, the landlord. I nodded and pulled out a bar stool.

"You look like you've lost your puppy," said Kevin.

"Something like that," I said, taking the pint Billy gave me and handing him the money.

"What's up?" said Kevin, moving to the seat next to me.

"Gemma."

"What? You two fallen out?"

"She found someone else," I said.

"Another bloke... Gemma... No!"

"No," I said, "A woman."

Kevin grinned, "That's so hot! Maybe you can get the two of them in bed together."

I clenched my fist, but held my anger in. Kevin was OK, as drinking buddies go, but was about as subtle as a brick through your window.

I downed the last of the pint I'd been sipping and stood up. "I need to go home," I said.

"Yeah! Go get 'em stud!" shouted Kevin.

I walked outside and took a deep breath, then walked home.

Gemma pulled me into the lounge as soon as I walked in the door, sitting me down on the couch.

"I asked Cindy, she said that if I want to be with her, it's her and her alone. I'm sorry Tom, I wanted to save something, but I can't walk away from what I've found out about myself."

"So that's it? We're over, just like that?" I said.

"I'm sorry, Tom, it's not what I wanted to happen, but yes. Cindy wants me to move in, with the kids."

"Will I see them?" I asked.

She hugged me to her again. The mixed messages were driving me crazy now. "Of course, you're their dad, you'll see them as often as you want."

The divorce was settled quickly. Gemma admitted adultery and we split everything down the middle. The house was sold and, with my half, I just managed to buy my tiny bungalow. I saw the kids once a fortnight, Gemma coming too so they had what she called 'family time'.

***

I switched on my TV, mostly for background noise, then went to make a cup of tea. I made myself do these days out, for the kids' sakes. To me they were torture. A reminder of what I'd had...what I'd lost. Children giggling together, Gemma making a show of being with me, the touches, the smell of her perfume, the conversation. Mostly we talked about the kids, of course, but she couldn't help herself from asking after my love life. I guess she'd feel less guilty if I found someone new. I didn't want someone new, I wanted her.

She'd been the girl next door, literally, as we grew up. We'd been playmates, deadly enemies, then mates. Somehow mates had moved into a boyfriend/girlfriend thing. We'd attended the same university, just to be together, and married at the age of twenty-two. Now, here I was, a reluctant divorcee at the age of thirty-six.

The doorbell rang and I went to answer it. I opened the door to find Gemma's mum standing there with a casserole dish in her hands.

"Hi Tom," she said, breezing past me and heading for the kitchen, "I'll pop this in the fridge for you, you just need to microwave it."

"Um, thanks, Sheila," I said, "What is it?"

"Oh, some beef casserole, I made too much again."

I smiled, Sheila made too much of something pretty much every week, always bringing it round and leaving it in my fridge. I knew from experience that there would be enough for two dinners in the dish.

"You don't have to, you know," I said, "I can cook."

"Yes," she said, switching on the kettle and pulling out a chair from my tiny two-seater table, "But you don't."

I sat down opposite her, and she took my hand. "How're you doing?"

"OK."

She raised her eyebrows and looked at me.

"Alright, not great," I admitted.

"Maybe you should stop Gemma from coming with you on your weekends, Tom."

"No, she's right about the family time for Abi and Noah, I won't take that away from them."

She sighed and stood to make herself tea.

Gemma's mum and dad, Sheila and Bill, were like parents to me. They'd consoled me when, with Gemma and I not long married, my own parents' house had burned down, killing them both. A faulty phone charger, the fire service investigator had told me afterwards. Mum and dad had never seen their first grandchild born.

"This can't go on, Tom, it's tearing you apart," said Sheila.

"I'll be OK. Work keeps me sane, mostly...Why do you do this, Sheila...look after me. Is it guilt at what Gemma did?"

She smiled. "No. You're a good man, Tom, a good father to Abi and Noah, and you were a good husband to Gemma. Bill and I love you like a son." She paused for a moment, then continued.

"Gemma struggles with seeing you almost as much as you do with seeing her. She does it for the kids too. I like Cindy, she's good for Gemma, but I wish they'd never met."

She stared down into her tea cup and I reached over and lifted her chin with my finger.

"Thanks."

"What for?"

"Telling me the truth. I have to accept that she's never coming back, and get out there again, don't I?"

Sheila nodded, "For your own sake, yes."

* * *

Gemma.

I parked the car on the drive and let the kids out of the back. "Abi, Noah, shoes off please!" I shouted. "Yes, Mum." they replied.

I grabbed my bag and made my way into the house. Abi was excitedly telling Cindy's daughter, Naomi, about the petting farm we'd been to. Naomi looked a little jealous.

Cindy's girl was barely a year younger than Abi, and they'd become like sisters in the year they'd lived together. The only fly in the ointment was their days out with Tom, which Naomi couldn't join in with. The little girl nodded enthusiastically at Abi's chatter, but the disappointment was obvious.

"Hi Babe," said Cindy, wandering through from the kitchen. She put her arms around me and kissed me.

"Hi, yourself."

"Did you have a good day out with the kids' dad?"

"His name's Tom," I said, pulling back from her.

"Whatever," she said, walking back to finish the dinner.

I glanced at Abi, but she hadn't picked up on the tension between Cindy and me. I followed Cindy to the kitchen. "Why do you have a problem with our 'family time'?" I said, "We talked about this. I have one weekend with you and Naomi, one with Tom."

"Normal people do not spend all day Saturday, and most of Sunday with their ex-husband," she snapped.

"Well then, I'm not bloody normal," I shouted. "I gave up my marriage to be with you, Cindy. Wasn't that enough for you!" I stormed off upstairs, trying to contain the tears. I slammed the bedroom door and collapsed on the bed, sobbing."

* * *

The click of the door wakened me, and I felt the mattress move as she sat on the bed beside me.

"I'm sorry, Gemma," Cindy said, stroking the hair from my face, "I get frightened sometimes. I think I'm going to lose you, that you're going to go back to Tom. I know you still care about him, even though you're with me."

I rolled onto my back and took her hand. "I'm with you because I love you, Cindy. It was the hardest decision of my life, but I chose you. Yes, I still care about Tom, I wish he go out and find himself someone, but I could never go back. My guilt wouldn't let me, if nothing else."

Cindy leant over and her lips met mine. I opened my mouth to let her tongue tangle with my own, groaning at the wonderful shudder that rippled through my body to my pussy. My nipples stood up as her hand stroked across my chest. She pulled away, and I groaned.

"Dinner's ready," she grinned, "Make-up sex later, OK?"

I nodded and climbed off the bed, straightening my clothes, than followed Cindy downstairs.

* * *

The kids were in bed by nine, and we settled on the couch with a glass of red wine each.

"Let's take Naomi to the petting farm next weekend," I said.

"Mmm, good idea, she was so disappointed to miss going with Abi today," said Cindy.

"I'd ask Tom if she could go with us sometimes, but I don't want to rub his nose in it," I said.

"No, you're right. It wouldn't be fair."

"Why do you never talk about her father?" I asked, "I mean, it's obvious he was black, but you've never so much as mentioned a name."

Cindy sipped her wine, swishing it around her mouth, swallowing. She looked me in the eye.

"Tony Bailey," she said, "A Jamaican. We dated for about two months, then we split up."

"So do you know where he is, does he know about Naomi?"

"Yes, and no. He's no idea he has a daughter, and he's in prison for murder, so I'll never tell him. Does that answer your questions?"

"I'm not being nasty, Cindy, I'm just interested in your life."

She slipped her arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. "Sorry, I'm touchy today, aren't I? Naomi knows the name, but thinks he died. It seemed easier."

"OK, I won't say anything to her," I reached over for a kiss, "I believe I'm on a promise," I whispered.

Cindy grinned and took my hand, standing and pulling me towards the stairs.

The bedroom door was hardly closed before I was stripping out of my jeans and tee-shirt. I unfastened my bra, releasing my ample breasts. Cindy stopped her frantic stripping and reached for my stiff nipples.

"Beautiful," she breathed.

I reached over to pull off her sweatshirt and thumbed her own pert little tits, making the nipples stand to attention. I loved her firm breasts and their long, sensitive nubs. She wriggled out of the short skirt she'd had on, and hooked her thumbs into the waist of her panties, grinning as she slipped them off, exposing her dark triangle of neatly trimmed fur.

I copied her, sliding off my scarlet thong. She grinned as I ran a finger over my smooth mound, dipping it between my lips, offering the digit to her to suck.

"Mmmh!" she groaned, licking her lips, "More!"

I walked to the bed and lay back, my legs spread lewdly. "Come and get your own," I smiled.

Cindy quickly climbed onto the bed, kneeling between my thighs, she laid her lithe body on top of mine and her lips found mine. I sucked her tongue into my mouth, lashing it with my own, as my hands explored her back and tight, sexy bum.

She slid down to lick and suck my soft tits, soon finding the hard nipples and drawing one into her mouth while her finger and thumb tortured the other.

"Ungh! Yes! Like that, Cindy."

She slipped lower, her tongue teasing my belly button, before I felt the wet swipe of her mouth on my pussy. She lapped at my labia, occasionally flicking over my clit. I jerked my hips each time she tickled my pleasure bud, trying to get more contact.

I felt her mouth close on my clit, sucking, flicking.

"Unnngh! Fingers, Babe...two...please!"

I heard her giggle as two digits found their way into my sloppy entrance and delved slowly inside me. Her hand began to saw gently in and out, as her lips sucked noisily on my hard little nub.

"Fuck, YES! Oh, Cindy, yes! Don't stop! Don't you dare stop! So close. So fucking close......ggggaaaahhhhh!"

I felt the splash of my juices on my inner thighs as my hips jerked repeatedly off the mattress, driving her fingers deep inside me. I thrashed wildly on the bed, slowly coming down from my orgasm. Cindy's fingers slipped gently from my dripping slit and I glanced down just as she slid them into her mouth, sucking my spending from them.

"Fuck, that was so good," I said, grinning madly, "Want me to do you?"

"Mmm Hmm."

"You've worn me out," I smiled, "Come and sit on my face."

Cindy gave a little squeal and climbed up the bed. I tasted my pussy juice as she kissed me firmly, them smiled as she threw her leg over me and settled her pussy onto my mouth.

"Fingers," she said, "Hard and fast, Babe, I need to cum."

I smiled as I pushed two fingers into her already dripping cunt. Cindy had never been afraid to ask for what she needed, and she obviously needed an orgasm. Now.

Her hips began to rock as I pumped her wet gash, my lips clamping onto her clit, batting her hood piercing back and forth as she muttered under her breath.

"Yeah, so good, that's it, do me, fuck yes, oh God, in me. Three! Give me three!"

I pulled my sopping fingers out of her tunnel and pushed back in with three at once, spreading her slippery slit wide.

"Oh Fuck YES!" she gasped. The soft mantra began again as I serviced her with deep hard thrusts.

"Mmmh! Yes Babe! Harder. Fuck me. That's it. Oh yeah!"

Her hips were moving faster now, grinding against my face, crushing my lips into her swollen clitty.

"Fuck! Right there! Gemma....GEMMAAAAA! I'm cumming!"

I looked up at her body, towering above me. Her fingers and thumbs were clamped to her rigid nipples, twisting them obscenely. He head was back, her mouth open in an almost silent scream, just a faint, strangled, "Uhhh! Uhhh!" coming from her gaping mouth.

Cindy tensed, shuddered violently, then collapsed forwards, grasping the headboard of the bed, her forehead resting on the bedroom wall. I smiled and drew my dripping hand from within her, flicking my tongue across her clit one more time.

"Nuh! Too much! Too much!" She scrambled off of me and curled up on the bed beside me. Her right hand clamped to her pussy mound, as if protecting it from any further stimulation, her left arm pulling her legs up into a foetal position as she quivered and shuddered with aftershocks.

I spooned in behind her, cuddling up to her sweating body, stroking her small firm breasts.

"Nononono! They're too sensitive," she complained, pulling my hand to her waist. It went quiet and we lay, recovering for a few moments. I heard a quiet giggling from the next room, and squeezed Cindy's waist.

"I think the girls heard us," I whispered.

"I used to hear my parents fucking when I was a kid, I thought it was gross!" sniggered Cindy.

"I expect they think the same," I said, pulling a sheet over our cooling bodies, "Want to shower?"

"Morning..." she mumbled, and was asleep seconds later.

I lay awake for a while, processing Cindy's jealousy. If only Tom would find himself a nice woman to love.

* * *

Tom.

It had been a long day. I parked my car on the street and carried my briefcase into the house. I'd been working at a small manufacturer on the outskirts of the city. My usual clientèle, too big to solve their computer problems themselves, too small to have an IT department. Their system had been infected by a trojan that I'd not seen before, and it took me most of the day to get it out and clean up the mess on their systems.

I walked into the house and immediately noticed the laptop on the coffee table. It was Abi's and I'd forgotten to give it back to her on Sunday. She'd left it with me as it was running too slow for her liking, and I'd given it an upgrade and a new operating system for her.

I walked through to the kitchen, flicking on the kettle, when I saw it. There, in the middle of my small dining table, was a black cat. Not a kitten, but small, it could only be a female with it's pretty face and sleek coat.

"Hello, Puss, what are you doing here?"

"Meow."

"I see, well I guess that means you're hungry."

"Meow."

I smiled. The previous owners of my house had a cat and I'd never bothered to remove the cat flap from the back door. Puss here had obviously thought that if the door was open, she must be welcome.

I reached into the cupboard and found a tin of tuna. I opened it and forked half of it onto a saucer, setting it on the kitchen floor. The cat jumped down and rubbed itself around my leg before rushing to the tasty treat.

"Well, I wonder who you belong to?" I said. Since it's mouth was full, it didn't reply.

I picked up my phone and dialled Gemma's home number.

"Hello."

"Hi, Abi, it's dad. I forgot your computer yesterday. Do you need it?"

"Yeah, it would be handy, Dad. I've got a project for school. Do you want me to come and get it?"

"No, I'll drop it round when I've had a cup of tea. See you in a bit."

"OK, bye dad."

I quickly made a cuppa and drank it. I never drank enough when I was working. I picked up the laptop and walked out to the car, driving he couple of blocks to Gemma and Cindy's house. I parked on the road and grabbed the computer, heading up the gravel drive. I realised Gemma's car was not there. It wouldn't matter, I just needed to drop off Abi's computer.