This is a follow up to "It's Not Your Fault" and picks up directly where the first addition of this story left off. All characters within this work of fiction are of legal age.
"The future is ours bro. You, me, and Rick can have it all as long as we stick together..y'know?"
Walking along the shores of an early morning Panama Beach Steven passes me a joint while visualing clarifying one of his many visions for us. We'd all been there on various occasions living it up in unison prior to Steven's death.
"I mean think about it Johnny. What has this life thrown at us that we couldnt own or control man! We're destined to rule in this life brother. Don't ever forget that."
He only called me Johnny when he was serious about something. He and his mother had that in common the more I think about it.
"We gotta get Rick away from his uncle..maybe even away from Georgia altogether for that matter Steven." I responded.
"I've got it all figured out bro. Dont worry. You always worry inside. Nobody else can see it but thats what makes you the most threatening amongst us. A gentle giant goes a long way Johnny. Quit hoggin the bud man."
I passed him back the joint after a long toke while trying not to laugh at his antics in the midst of his message.
"I mean look at us Johnny. We're young and free. Nothing can stop us long as the 3 of us stick together. Family is forever brother."
I felt my eyes watering as I went to hug him before waking up to the smell of bacon and coffee. My brother came to see me in a dream and my heart was hurt all over again. I shed a couple tears and stumbled into the bathroom directly across from Cathy's recliner to collect myself and take a much needed piss as well. I found myself standing there, gazing into my own eyes though the reflection in the mirror pondering the meaning of that dream.
I was snapped out of my trance as the bathroom door suddenly opened. On the other side of it was none other than Cathy in her black silk robe. It came to just above her knees. With no make-up and a fuck the world demeanor to boot, this woman is still gorgeous. The slight wrinkles around her face did nothing to taint her appeal and femininity. In short, my desire to have her was growing as was my cock again.
"What the fuck are you doin in here John? Searchin out your future? Breakfast is gettin cold. Get cha ass in gear. I have a doctors appointment in a couple hours. Get fed and get out."
Baffled by her actions, yet aroused by her presence I asked,"Breakfast?"
She sighed and slammed the bathroom door in response. I just shook my head, washed my hands, and pulled the sleep matter from the corners of my eyes before exiting the bathroom to enter the kitchen merely a few feet away from her living room.
Turning the corner there she was, sitting there eating a hearty breakfast composed of scrambled eggs, cheese grits, bacon, and two of her famous homemade butter biscuits. I also noticed a full plate laid out for me directly across from her. I gotta say not much surprises me but Cathy is a mystery. I mean just last night she went on an emotional rollercoaster beyond logical comprehension.
She had started a much needed (I imagine) emotional rant filled with every negative emotion she could muster. Rick made her cum down a bit (still unsure how i feel about that). Yet, Cathy and I ended up sharing her space together in a warm embrace. Now she's prepared breakfast for the two of us. I love this woman but I don't get her for the life of me. I just know she is what I want, which probably makes me crazier than her.
I took my seat as well as a sip of the orange juice she had obviously prepared for me before casually thanking her for breakfast.
"Big fuckin deal..just get fed n get out. I told ya I got shit to do today and I'm thinkin you do too Mr.responsible workin man."
I found myself smiling at her feisty nature as I dug into breakfast with a vengeance. After all, it's a big part of what attracted me to her.
"So what's the matter? Why you got a doctor's appointment?" I casually said in between scarfing down such a delicious meal.
Abruptly Cathy retorted,"Mind your fuckin business Johnny!" pointing a fork at me for emphasis I suppose.
I raised my head from my damn near empty plate to meet her gaze. As much as I'm into her, she was starting to irritate my spirit a bit.
"Not tryin to pry but I figured you might want someone to go with you..for support perhaps?"
"Support?? You mean like the support my bastard ex-husband denied me in light of his whore secretary? Or perhaps the "SUPPORT" you're sitting in my face feeling compelled to supply after letting Steven DIE!!"
I immediately got up from the table, pacing the kitchen with my hands interlocked behind my head thinking the ones we love the most have the most access to our pain.
She immediately got up and got in my face stopping my pace pointing her delicate finger in my chest, "Get this straight for the last time Johnny. I don't need anybody for anything any fuckin more, ya hear me??"
Breathing heavily I got right back down in her face as the top of her head only came to my chin, I matter of factly replied,"That surely wasn't the case just last night with Rick now was it?"
I felt her left hand openly slap me before I ever saw it. Yet, I saw her right hand reel back to follow up as I caught her wrist, pinning it behind her as she trembled in anger. At the same time I heard her whimper into my chest.
Seeing flashbacks of Rick subduing Cathy the night before flash in my head I decided enough was enough.
I grabbed her by the waist firmly as her breasts and my chest were now one and pinned her left arm behind her back. In such moments she said nothing. Her eyes,previously wild and wide,were now low as a contented bitch being rubbed to sleep so to speak.
I immediately crushed my lips to hers, desperately wanting to taste her lips and tongue as my cock was now leaking pre cum in my jeans and boxers.
There was no lack of response in her as I felt her lips part for me and our tongues met, danced, had dinner and a lengthy conversation. In the midst of this I pulled the left side of her robe to reveal her plump left breast. I pulled back and looked into her eyes. They were closed but her breathing was heightened as I squeezed her breast, making the nipple look directly at me.
I whispered, "Did you breastfeed Steven Cathy?"
She slightly opened her eyes while breathing heavily, looking into my eyes as best she could and simply replied,"Yes Johnny."
Having her in my grasp by her waist and left breast, I latched my mouth to her nipple as she began to moan loudly, then whimper, then cry as she cradled my head to her breast.
I could feel her tears drip onto my forehead as I continued sucking her breast like a hungry toddler. I palmed her asscheeks as she started softly licking her tears from my forehead while dry humping me in the middle of her kitchen.
I relinquished her breast to meet her gaze again. When our eyes met she grabbed my face with both hands gently and leaned in to lick my nose repeatedly before whispering in my ear, "I'm sorry Johnny. I'm gonna be late for my appointment. You can let yourself out."
She abruptly kissed my lips again before pulling away and heading to her bedroom upstairs.
I stood there still taking in the experience as I glanced down to notice a small puddle of milky liquid on the kitchen floor below where Cathy had stood. I smiled to myself thinking that's a start. I decided to load the dishes into the dishwasher and split. Unfortunately, I did have to work today. Otherwise I might've been prone to finish what I had started with Cathy.
I knew I had to be at work by 2pm so I left Cathy's place and sped back to my apartment across town for a quick shower. While in it, I seriously debated masturbating to calm my nerves a bit. Yet, I'd been practicing semen retention for over 90 days. If I was gonna blow that streak now, it would be in Cathy. Nevertheless, I got myself together and drove to work seriously contemplating the events of the night prior, as well as the affections shared between Cathy and I this morning.
My wood didnt give me a break until halfway through the shift. Im a shift lead for the air entanglement division at World Carpet and I had always taken work seriously. I got a text from Rick after lunch reminding me to meet him at the local pub after I got off work. It was Friday so I figured what the hell.
I left work right at 10:30pm and knew the pub didn't close until 2:30am so i swung by my apartment to get a quick shower and change clothes. En route to the pub i seriously comtemplated stopping by Cathy's. Yet, I figured it best to enjoy my night rather than manuever the complexities of female nature.
I arrived at the pub right at 11:30 and parked around back as I always had should a fight break out and police swarm the parking lot in front. It was a common occurrence especially on weekends.
At any rate, I entered through the front immediately being greeted with a beer and hug from my favorite waitress Tiffany.
She stood at 5'9 with shoulder length red hair, a mid size rack, and plump thighs and ass under her black skirt. We'd been fuck buddies on and off throughout high school.
As she hugged me she let me know Rick and some of his uncle's associates were shooting pool. As we parted ways she kissed my lips and smiled before heading to wait tables in the main area of the pub.
Rick spotted me coming toward and greeted me with a fist pump and a shot glass of patron.
"What's new bro? You seal the deal with your girl yet or what??"
I dismissed the question before downing the shot and grabbed a cue off the wall nearest our occupied pool table.
Rick simply rolled his eyes and shook his head as I chalked up my cue, awaiting the presiding game to conclude.
About 3 more shots and a couple beers later I was top dog at the table in the most nonchalant way possible. 8 ball is my thing.
Next thing I know, Rick was standing next to me in all his dominance holding his cue looking straight ahead as I trick shotted the 8 ball down into another win.
Rick slightly nudged me from my left.
"Look who's come out to play tonight. She ain't been in here since...."
I glanced up toward the front door and noticed Cathy strolling in. She was in rare form to say the least. From her thigh high "fuck me" boots to her dark tight fitting denim jeans, completed by her dark grey turtle neck accentuating her breasts under a black leather jacket.
