First of all, don't worry. Allie part two is underway.
This is a story that I've wanted to write for some time but never had the context or setting in which to place it. Thanks to the real life Katarina I have been inspired to finally write it and, with her help, hopefully get it right.
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I rang the doorbell of my new neighbours' house. I was carefully carrying a bag containing a couple of housewarming gifts. I was a little nervous, as is my nature, about how well I would be received.
I hadn't seen anyone in the house so far, other than an army of movers, but knew that they'd completed moving in on the previous day and thought it would be nice to bring a little something to welcome them to their new neighbourhood. I had risen early and done a little baking before changing into a mid thigh length, dalmatian print dress with a camisole style top. After checking my hair and makeup and grabbing my shoulder bag, I headed down the road.
I waited while I heard some movement behind the old wooden door and it eventually swung inwards to the hallway. I'd never been in the house before so wasn't familiar with the layout. However, just like my cottage, it led onto a stone floored hallway with a coat rack to one side. Standing half behind the door was an attractive woman who I guessed was about ten years younger than me, making her somewhere around thirty. She was quite a lot shorter than me, particularly since I'd worn three inch platform sandals, and she had brown hair which hung in gentle waves to just past her shoulders. She was wearing black rimmed, slightly squared, glasses through which her green eyes stared at me. She had a slight colour to her otherwise pale cheeks.
I took in the black spaghetti strap top and the long autumn splash coloured maxi skirt which fell from her waist practically to the floor. I also couldn't help noticing, with my quick glance, that she clearly wasn't wearing a bra, her small breasts providing a bump with very distinct little peaks from surprisingly erect nipples.
"Hello? Can I help?" She said.
I detected a slight accent but, on the basis of so few words, couldn't place it.
"Oh Hi. Yes. I'm Anna. I'm one of your new neighbours," I held up the bag, "Don't mean to disturb you, I'm sure you're busy. I bought you a couple of little housewarming gifts. I know it's difficult when you've just moved in."
I tried to hand them to her but she stepped back, pulling the door wider.
"That is so kind. I'm Katarina, but please call me Kat. I don't suppose you could carry bag through to kitchen for me? It's just through lounge," she said, nodding to the door on the right in a manner that I thought was a little aloof. A little dismissive.
"Of course I can," I said, stepping into the hallway and into the well furnished lounge where I saw an open door to the kitchen. I had to do a slight double take. There on one of the cushions of the large, mauve sofa was a pair of scrunched up lacy, practically see through, purple panties. I got a little illicit thrill at seeing them, wondering if her erect nipples and slight high cheek colour were the result of being interrupted in some way. I heard the door close behind me and so I quickly carried on through the door and into the kitchen.
When I got to the marble topped breakfast island, I turned to see Kat following in on two crutches. I also noticed the pair of scuffed white sneakers on her feet.
"Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you injured? How did that happen? I hope it wasn't while you were moving in."
She smiled at me, "Sadly it's not injury, Anna. I have cerebral palsy. My legs are most affected."
I was mortified. I felt awful for being so insensitive. I felt the blush run to my cheeks.
"I am
so
sorry, Kat. I had no idea..."
She had reached the kitchen and perched herself on one of the high stools around the central island. She took her crutches and leaned them against the counter then smiled warmly at me. The contrast between the coolness of her language and that smile made me realise that the tersenes was born from the fact that English wasn't her first language and I decided that I liked her. Somehow it felt that there was a connection.
"Don't be sorry, Anna. I've lived with it all my life. Now please, take seat," she said, indicating one of the free stools.
I was a little flustered. I picked up the bag and placed it in front of her.
"Well, it's not much, but I baked you a loaf of walnut bread and," I reached in and pulled out a chilled bottle of Chardonnay, "a little something to... oh. Do you drink?"
It was an odd question, but somehow I thought that maybe her condition would mean she didn't drink. Stupid and naïve of me, I know.
She took the bottle from my hands and laughed, putting me at my ease. "Anna, relax. Yes, I drink and I happen to like white wine. Shall we have a glass now? Would you be so kind as to get couple of glasses? They're in cupboard just behind you. Oh, and corkscrew, in drawer to the left of sink," she added as she noticed it wasn't a twist top bottle.
"Of course, Kat," I said and got up, opening the cupboard and seeing an array of different glasses, picking out two similar ones and then opening the drawer and locating the corkscrew. I turned back and sat down. She took the corkscrew off me and proceeded to very deftly extract the cork which made a satisfying
plop
sound as it came out.
As she was doing this I took in the surroundings a little more.
"Wow, Kat. You've unpacked really quickly. I thought I'd see a load of unopened boxes."
She poured two glasses of wine and, as she did, said, "Well, obviously I can't do a lot of that myself, so removal company did it all. It cost a lot extra but was worth it for me."
She pushed a glass over to me and lifted hers, and I likewise lifted mine.
"Welcome, Kat, I hope you're happy here."
She smiled and we both sipped the deliciously chilled wine.
"Thank you. If all my new neighbours are as friendly as you, I am sure I shall be." She took a moment to take another sip and continued, "So, what do you like to do, Anna? I mean for relaxation."
I thought for a moment, "Well, I like to run... oh god..."
She laughed again and put a calming hand on my wrist, "Anna, please stop. Please, just be you?"
I took a breath, "Yes. Yes. Sorry. Well, I also like to swim. I go about twice a week if I can."
She smiled, "Oh, I love swimming! Is there municipal pool somewhere nearby?"
"There is!" I said, enthusiastically, happy we had this in common, "Maybe we could go together? It's much more fun with some company."
She smiled and I noticed how it lit up her face. She was really quite beautiful.
"I'd love to. In fact it would be great if... do you have car?"
I was quickly getting used to her delightful accent. "Yes, I do, of course I can give you a lift. I'm planning on going tomorrow morning, if you'd like to join me? Or do you need more time to settle in?"
"I'd love that, yes. Thank you so much. What time?"
"I usually go around nine in the morning. Would that suit you?"
"It would. What a wonderful way to start my new life here."
"So, Kat, I can hear an accent in your voice. Where's it from?"
"I'm originally from Serbia, Anna. I moved here because I always wanted to live in England and opportunity came with job so here I am."
I smiled and lifted my glass to her once more. "Well, I'm glad you did because it seems I now have a lovely new neighbour. What is it you do for work?"
She smiled, "I am computer geek."
I laughed, "Okay, way out of my depth. Welcome then, Kat the geek.
She lifted her glass and we both drained our drinks. I put mine down and said, "Okay, Kat, I'd better leave you to it. If there's anything you need I live in the little stone cottage two doors up the slight rise."
I fished in my bag and got a notelet and a pen, scribbled my mobile number down and then handed it to her.
"Call me. Anytime."
She took it and smiled, "Thank you, Anna."
"You're welcome, Kat. Um... okay. I'll let myself out. Should I call first tomorrow morning? I don't want to..."
"Anna, it's fine. I'll make sure door is open, so just come in and we can go, yes?"
"Yes. Yes. Of course," I said, still feeling a little flustered and back footed. I had to stop being quite so gauche. "I'll see you in the morning. Thank you and welcome to the neighbourhood again."
She stared straight at me and, smiling, said, "Thank you again, Anna. I will see you tomorrow."
I got up and walked back through the lounge, realising that the panties were no longer there. She'd obviously picked them up or hidden them as she'd passed through.
I left and walked back to my place in a contemplative mood. There was some vitality about Kat that attracted me. I thought back to that moment when I had seen her erect nipples, her panties on the couch... and the realisation she had something about her that was both endearing and surprising. I also had that horrible guilt about finding out about her condition. I had to adjust my mind. Was it really a disability? No. It was her. It didn't define her, it changed her, but it wasn't the core of her.
Can you tell that I was not just intrigued but a little smitten? At that moment
I
couldn't, but I was also aware that I wanted to spend more time with her. To get to know her.
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That night as I stripped off, preparing for bed, I looked back on my first encounter with Kat. I clearly recalled the little bumps of her nipples, the pair of panties in the lounge, the realisation that this meant she had sat with me in the kitchen almost certainly bare down there. I got a little thrill and I pulled the covers back and lay down, letting my right hand wander down through my trimmed, red bush to my clit, feeling her come alive under my touch.
I imagined a scene with Kat lying on the couch, her skirt pulled up around her waist, her top pulled up, her legs open. For whatever reason I imagined she had an unkempt thatch of dark curls. I could see her fingers rapidly dancing over her clit, side to side, a nipple from one of her breasts being tweaked in her other hand.
This brought a delicious additional warmth between my legs and my own pace increased. I imagined her approaching orgasm showing as a flush on her face, her breasts. As she came in my fantasy, I felt my own orgasm rising in me. I mimicked my fantasy, pinching my right nipple with my left hand as my fingers got faster, reaching for it. I suddenly felt the contractions in my pussy and I called out, "Oh, fuck, Kat. Fuck" as the feelings rushed through me, outward from my clit, the little wet sounds of my fingers echoing the sound in my head of Kat's own playing.
It was beautiful and restful. I fell asleep with my hand resting on my pussy, thanking her for giving me so much pleasure. My dreams were confused but all, somehow, centred on Kat. Kat in the kitchen with no panties. Kat naked in her bed. Kat naked, swimming.
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The next morning I awoke to my alarm and remembered that I had my swimming date with Kat. For reasons that should now be obvious I wanted to dress to impress her but I was also stupidly conscious that I didn't want to show off. I put on my one piece, black swimsuit and then picked out a full length maxi-dress with a light green background and a small floral motif in red and pale blue, a colour combination that I love because of the contrast to my long red hair. Since I was driving I picked a pair of low wedge sandals in a matching green.
I packed a bag with a towel, shampoo and underwear and set off, getting in my car, Tess, I know it wasn't far to her house but I didn't want to make her walk any further than she had to with her crutches.
I pulled up as close to her door as I could and, remembering that she'd said that I should let myself in, turned the handle and pushed the door open.
I called out, "Kat! It's Anna. Are you ready?"
I heard the reply, "Just on my way."
She came through the lounge door a minute later, walking with her crutches. She was wearing a full length pleated maxi skirt in a muted orange and I could see she also already had her costume on under her clothes, with just a black tee shirt over the top. She also had a small, green shoulder bag. Again, on her feet I could see the scuffed sneakers. I also noticed how her feet were awkwardly at an angle, pointing slightly in towards each other.
I smiled, "Hi Kat. Ready for our swim?"
She blushed as she looked at me, "Yes. Thank you Anna."
"Do you need any help? I can..."
She nodded at a towel draped on the coat rack.
