Stein's Girl: 3 - Kat's Bed
Kathleen was a talker.
As soon as they were in her car she had started, "Shit. I can't believe I just got fired. I can't believe what I just did! I'm Kathleen, my friends call me Kat. What's your name? Angelique. That's a pretty name. I had a roommate in college called Angelica." They had been in her car already ten minutes and she still hadn't stopped. Her whole body quivered with nervous energy and it all rushed out of her in a verbal train of free association.
Angelique did not mind the chatter. It somehow soothed her. The physical demands of desire had been sated with an orgasm, allowing her enough freedom of thought for introspection. She remembered what Dr. Stein had told her after she had awaken, a mere couple of hours earlier. He had said that she would need sex about once an hour in order to control herself. She understood what he meant now. When her body began demanding sex she couldn't focus on anything else, all other needs or desires became secondary, even forgotten.
"I don't know how I'm going to explain this to Carl. You'll like Carl. He's a detective. Police detective, not private investigator. He's cute and sweet. He claims he's psychic too. We share a house. That's where I'm taking you now. It's really his house, but we are planning on getting married in August."
Though she talked so seemingly cheerful, Kat was inwardly filled with a seething cauldron of emotions. That she had so wantonly eaten out this wonderful creature's pussy was something of a shock to her. That she wanted to do it again was a certainty. That it had ended up getting her fired was horrible. What Carl, whom she still loved and wanted to marry, would say was a mystery. As she talked, the only thing Kat did not mention was what the two women had done together just a quarter of an hour earlier.
"Carl won't be home for at least another hour, more if he gets busy on something important, and I thought maybe tonight I would fix him something special. He likes fish. Do you cook?"
An almost imperceptible shake of Angelique's head was the only answer Kat received. Unperturbed, the petite, dark haired woman continued to talk but Angelique only partially paid attention. She was wondering at her answer. Did she cook? She didn't know. It made her feel confused and upset, much as she had been when she realized that she didn't even know her own bra size, though she felt as if she should. Perhaps if she kept herself from getting too horny again, she would remain clear headed long enough to remember what it was that she couldn't remember she had forgotten.
Angelique looked thoughtfully at Kat as she talked. She understood dimly that she had, through being who she was, somehow ruined some part of the woman's life. And yet she would do it again, she knew, and feel little remorse as she did it. Angelique decided, then and there, with a cold calculation to seduce Kat again. There was very little of attraction or desire in that decision. Kat was the person at hand and finding another before desire began might create further difficulties.
"We're almost there. Do you like that dress? I think you look quite good in red. At least that rat bastard let us pay for your clothes before he kicked us out."
Angelique had to agree about the dress. She did look good in it. It was a low cut, tight red dress with spaghetti straps. The black bra that she had also bought peeked over the top of the dress seductively. Several men had quite openly stared at her as they had left the store. Unfortunately, she hadn't been able to buy either shoes or underwear. The store manager had been threatening to call the police and she hadn't wanted a bigger scene. Amusingly enough, at least to Angelique, the female clerk had been very nice.
Kat pulled the car into a long driveway leading to a double garage. The house was a red brick ranch with neatly trimmed grass and well manicured hedge bushes.
"This is it. I never park in the garage, except in bad weather. We let the cats roam around in there and I always worry about running over them."
Kat and Angelique both stepped out of the car and almost simultaneously they stretched. The car ride had lasted twenty minutes.
"Come on in. You'll like it inside."
Angelique followed quietly and waited patiently as Kat fumbled for the right key.
"We always lock the door. Give me a moment. Here we are. After you. Ladies first."
Kat held the door opened and Angelique stepped through. The short entrance hall was floored with a rose pattern linoleum that contrasted nicely with the red and gold wallpaper. An arched doorway on the right led into a red carpeted living room and straight across from the front door was another arched doorway leading into a white tiled kitchen.
