"Are we doing the right thing?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes."
"Lucy won't be mad?"
"I don't think so."
"Are you sure?"
"I don't see why she would. She is always trying hard to keep us happy."
"Are you happy?"
"I am now."
It was my way to evacuate anxiety, asking too many questions. But no matter how many answers Oreo provided, it didn't help much. I had this lingering feeling inside of me that made me wonder if we were making a mistake or, at the very least, if I deserved what was happening to me.
Still wearing Oreo's special catsuit and her little leather harness and cuffs, I was lying on my back with her sitting on my hips. Our fingers were entwined, and we were just making waves with our wrists while we were chatting quietly. Was this really happening? Was Oreo, the girl I had an irrational crush on, really my girlfriend? Or was she just being playful as the café pets often were?
"Clara?"
"Yes?"
"You like having fun with the other girls too, right?"
"Oh yes."
"So... How am I special to you?"
And I wasn't the only one with the same fears, which was somewhat reassuring.
"I am not sure."
"Hmm?"
"When I saw you. I just had... a big crush."
"So, what if you discover that I'm too boring?"
"I'm quiet too. I'm like you, Oreo."
"Hmm..."
"I spent time with the other petgirls. I like them all, but sometimes, it's too much."
"Yes. But that is only here, Clara. At the café, we are all the same. But here, I never liked it."
"No? You don't like the pethouse?"
"Not really. I prefer being a pet. But Lucy says I can't do it all the time. She says I have to take breaks. She says that I have to get more comfortable outside the café, but I don't know how to do that. Everybody is weird."
"Hehe. Yes. They are."
"Maybe I'm a cat stuck in a human body."
"Oh, I don't think that's a thing. But I know how you feel. I never fit anywhere before I visited the café. Maybe you'll visit a place one day, and you'll feel like you belong there."
"I did, Clara. That was the café too and being a pet."
"Oh, hehe. I guess."
Oreo wasn't like the other petgirls. We could talk a lot without feeling the need to play all the time. Getting to know her a little better was fun. Nobody ever spoke to me the way she did, and the more she shared things about herself, the more I liked her. This kind of two-way conversation wouldn't fix any world problems tonight, but it felt good to know that we could, at least, understand each other's state of mind..
If Trixie had been around, she would ask why we were not having sex, but she wasn't. After dinner, the rabbit girl claimed that we needed to have a hot lesbian orgy to celebrate my somewhat official relationship with Oreo. But things didn't go her way.
Asha still felt guilty for having lied to me even though I wasn't upset anymore, so she decided that Oreo and I would sleep alone in the guest bedroom so we could have some private time to let things sink in. Of course, Trixie made a fuss about it because she always wanted to play with everybody. But then Asha told her that she would wear the rabbit costume for her tonight, which suddenly made everything better. Asha was always sweet as a snow leopard, but nobody would say no to her if she were to wear Trixie's suit for a night. Even the unexcitable Vix was thrilled about spending the night with her best friend and the Asha-rabbit. With this amount of special nursing, Trixie's arm would heal very fast and would be back at the café very soon.
So yes, it felt a bit strange to be alone with Oreo in the guest bedroom of the pethouse, but it was the best thing that could have happened to us. Still sitting on my hips, she leaned forward, pinned my wrists above my head, and kissed me.
"Mmm!"
"Hmm!"
It was magical. Sure, kissing the other girls was pleasant, but my body definitely liked Oreo even better. It was as fun as incomprehensible; how could I react so strongly to a specific girl? Was it because her pheromones matched mine or something weird like that?
No matter what it was, I guess we were done talking for now.
This thin latex suit she made me wear was so different from the pet costumes. In one way, I still felt as safe and protected as I was wearing the latter, but I still had all my freedom to see, talk, and touch. As for the harness, cuffs, and collar, they made me feel pretty. That new self-confidence fueled by my erotic physical appearance was a strange but good feeling. I knew it would probably be temporary, though. I feared that as soon as I would peel this thin black skin off my body, I would return to my old wavery self. But it felt great to know at least a way to get back this "normal" sensation. Was it how I should feel all the time, sexy and confident? Would wearing this costume be the key to enjoying life?
Surely not.
Lucy's words resonated in my head. As much as we loved the café, she continuously pushed all of us to integrate real life. Sure, Oreo was an extreme case, but it was not just her who was struggling outside the cake shop. I could only remember when Lucy forced Accalia to return to school with me; that didn't go down well at first. But it was certainly the right decision. Since the cute Asian wolf girl decided that she wanted to be a nurse, we could all see how excited she was about it. Part of it was because she would get to wear sexy nurse uniforms all day, at least that's what she thought, but deep down, she discovered something that she really wanted to do. It wasn't out of the realm of possibility that the same thing would eventually happen to all of us. That was why Lucy wanted us to be prepared.
"Hmmm. Clara. Why do you taste so good?"
"Because I stole your toothpaste to brush my teeth earlier? Hehe."
"No, it's because I like you a lot."
"That too!"
Oreo pressed her lips back on mine. We both loved kissing so much, and knowing that we could do it as much as we wanted with someone we loved just felt liberating. Even though we didn't discuss it, we gave each other permission to do whatever we wanted to each other.
Or was it just me? Perhaps it was.
Thinking about it, it seemed to be the case. I didn't want to take charge here. I just wanted to lay down and let Oreo do whatever she wanted to me. Was this another perk of wearing this little BDSM outfit? Did it make me feel safe to the point where it was easier just to let the others touch me? Did it make me trust people more? While wearing this kinky armor, nobody could hurt me. They liked my rubbery version so much that they would never do anything bad to me, unlike what they would do with the normal Clara.
The normal Clara was not very strong. I was always crying, always worrying, always confused, and everybody knew that about me. Therefore, more than once, my friends adopted a more cautious attitude around me to avoid hurting me. Sure, they were trying to act normal, but I could still tell that they handled me more delicately than the others. The intensity Trixie put into her kinky plays with Misti was far from the energy level she put on me when doing the same. To me, that is what I meant by doing bad things. It was nothing mean or intentional, but it still hurt a bit.
It made me question if it was Oreo's suit that was sending this new message of openness or if it was actually coming from myself because I felt more confident. Since I felt this good and accessible, it was probably a combination of both.
And it made me wonder... How did Oreo feel right now without her beloved latex catsuit? She was all naked on top of me, probably a bit cold as she didn't want to make me overheat with an extra blanket. It was very generous of her to let me try this experience, but I knew her well enough to know that she would prefer to wear her suit right now.
"Oreo, do you want your outfit back?"
"It's okay. You can keep wearing it tonight."
"I know you'd like to wear it too."
"Yes, but it's not possible. The keys to your locks are in the other bedroom, but I want you to stay with me here."
