My apologies for taking too long for this fifth installment. I'm deemed an "essential worker", so my time has been limited in getting in front of my laptop. It's been a busy and hectic few weeks. I hope you all are doing well and being safe. We will get through this. God Bless you all.
This is my first attempt at writing a story for this site. It's seventy percent factual with about thirty percent artistic license and fiction added. It's turning into a multiple part story so be patient. Names have been changed to protect the people involved. All characters are over 18 years old. Thanks to LaurieLou for the editing help.
You'll need to read the first four parts of this continuing story for it to make any sense with the characters and where the plot is going.
Thank you! And thank you for all the comments, good and bad.
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Kat and I showered together after our session in bed. We lingered over each other's bodies, but nothing more physical than kissing and cuddling happened. Kat was sated and probably a little sore but a good sore I would hope.
We got out of the shower and I proceeded to towel dry Kat off. I knew she'd need time for her hair and makeup, so I gave her the time to get dry and dressed first. I toweled off and decided against shaving again for the day. I'd shave tomorrow morning before work.
I headed into the bedroom and got dressed in my summer attire. Shorts and a polo shirt were the norm for me going out. I tucked my handgun in the small of my back, grabbed my DSLR camera bag and tripod and went downstairs to wait for Kat to come down.
I browsed my phone for a bit when I heard footsteps on the stairs. Kat was coming down the stairs and when she got to the landing I gasped. She was wearing a black skirt with lace trim going down both sides of her hips. The lace showed her skin, but it was demure enough not to show her underwear. Her blouse was black with lace as well. Semi-low cut with lace trim around the neckline. The sleeves were trimmed in lace and flared out at the ends of the sleeves. Her legs were encased in black fishnet stockings. She had the black cameo choker around her neck, which I remembered her wearing when I first met her. Her earrings were small pentagrams. She was wearing black lace up boots with chunky heels. She had her ever-present black lipstick and gloss on her lips. Her black eyeliner and smokey eyeshadow were perfectly suited for her style today.
I let a low whistle escape my lips as she dropped her duffle bag on the floor. "You approve?" Kat asked me.
"You're simply stunning. A walking vision of beauty and grace encased in sexiness," I replied.
Kat blushed at my words. "Thank you, kind sir! Do you like my skirt and blouse?" She did a little twirl to show it all off.
"Incredible. They look awesome on you!" I told her.
"I made them last night, with your help. You have just as much to do with this as I do," she told me.
"No Katherine. It's all you. Your design, your skill, your dream."
Kat walked up and pressed against me. Her hand went to my chest and she looked at me. "It's us. You and me, together. And I love that," she told me.
Kat stood on her tiptoes and kissed me. I kind of messed her lip gloss up and told her so. She told me she had more and would touch it up in the car.
I asked Kat if she was ready to go. She sighed and nodded. I grabbed her duffle bag, along with my bag and tripod and we headed downstairs to the car. I put all our bags in the trunk and then opened Kat's door for her. Kat got in and thanked me. I liked seeing her skirt ride up her thighs. Yeah, I know, call me a dirty old man. Kat would make an octogenarian drool.
I closed the door and got in the driver's side, backed my car out of the garage and headed to the magistrate's office. On the way Kat fished out a small Kleenex out of her purse. She leaned over and wiped the lip gloss off my lips. Kat giggled and said, "Can't have us both wearing the same color lipstick in front of the judge."
She put the Kleenex into her purse and pulled out the tube of lip gloss. Pulling the sun visor down, she flipped up the mirror cover and started to apply a new coat of shine to her lips. We were at a red light as I watched her do this. To me, this was such a sexy act. I felt myself stirring down below as I watched her.
Kat finished applying the gloss and flipped the visor up. Just then a honk from the car behind me brought me out of my daze. I guess the light had turned green. I jumped a little and raised my hand in the universal "I'm sorry" gesture and drove off.
Kat giggled and asked if I was okay. I cleared my throat and told her what I was staring at.
"Really? Putting on lipstick? Me?" she asked, a little befuddled.
"Yes, you. Yes, it's a sexy thing to me, to see you do that," I told her.
"Oh really? Is it because all you're thinking about is my lips all over the head of your cock?" Kat asked seductively. She reached over and ran her hand over the outline of my hardon.
I moaned a little and said, "Oh, I'm always thinking of that, but that's not why I find it sexy."
Kat continued to caress my erection through my shorts. "Then why is it sexy then?" Kat asked in a very husky voice.
I cleared my throat again. "I guess it's because it's an intimate gesture. You're putting on something that makes an already sexy woman even sexier. It's an act, I guess that a lot of guys don't notice a woman doing, even though it's mostly for the guy's benefit."
Kat smiled and said that she always wanted to look good for me. Her rubbing was still happening, and it was driving me crazy.
"You know, all this talk about lipstick reminds me of a couple of parties in high school I went to," I mentioned to Kat.
"High school? Your younger days, huh? What happened at those parties? Did you hunt dinosaurs?" Kat asked. "Ouch, that hurt!" I kidded her and sighed.
"Well, they were called 'Rainbow Parties' and they were wild, to say the least. It was usually a few guys from the football team and some of the cheerleaders and the popular girls in school," I explained.
"Yeah? So, what happened?" Kat asked intrigued.
"Well the usual drinking and loud music. Nine times out of ten it was usually after a football game. Anyways, it would eventually wind down, but things would get a little uh....x-rated. It was usually the cheerleaders that initiated it. They'd grab two of us players and sit us down on chairs in the middle of the room. Then all the girls.... well not all the girls.... some would put lipstick on. Each one wore a different color. There would be maybe five or six girls and they'd undo our belts and then, the girls would take turns leaving their lipstick mark on the guys and trying to get it the farthest down....," I trailed off.
"Oh...," Kat slowly said, getting a mental image of the situation.
"Yeah. So anyways, maybe that's why I think that way about a woman putting on lipstick," I told her.
"So, what happened to the ones with the farthest mark?" Kat asked with wide eyes.
"Well, the winners went off to the bedroom and the losers may or may not have hooked up. Depended on how they felt about each other." I told her.
"Soooo, did you go to the bedroom?" Kat asked with a sly smile on her face.
"Uh, well once or twice," I confessed.
"Slut," she giggled and grabbed my erection through my shorts. "You're such a male slut."
"Hey now!" I said, a little offended. "I was a perfect gentleman, 18 years old and full of innocence."
"You're so full of it, your eyes are brown!" Kat laughed loudly.
"Can't blame a guy for trying, right?"
Kat let go of my hardon and sat back in the passenger side seat with a smug look on her face.
"Are you upset about that part of my past," I asked Kat.
"What? No! Why would you ask that?"
"Well, I'm not especially proud of it but it was the 80's...", I said.
"Allan, shush! You have nothing to be ashamed about. You didn't judge me about my cam girl gig, so why should I even consider looking at your past?" She explained.
"Well, honestly, I did judge you on your cam girl stuff," I admitted.
Kat got a hurt look on her face and I had to quickly explain myself. "Yeah, Kat. I thought how hot it was and how I'd like to see you do what you do!"
"Fucker! You had me for a second!" Kat scolded me.
"So, can I?"
"Can you what?"
"Can I see you do a cam show sometime?" I asked.
"You really want to see me..."
"Yes. Yes, I do. I think I'd really enjoy seeing you do what you do."
Kat looked at me like I had three heads for a second, and then she just shook her head and looked out the window. I wondered if I had upset her by asking about the cam show.
I drove for another three, very quiet minutes and then turned left into the magistrate's parking lot. I asked Kat if she was ready. She had a worried look on her face but said she was. I removed my handgun and put it in the center console and locked it. Kat's eyes got wide. I didn't want to take a gun into a magistrate's office. That's a big no-no.
We walked in and I told the staff behind the bulletproof glass our names and that we were here for the protection order. I recognized one of the magistrate's staff. Her name was Carol and she was a pretty, blonde woman with an ample chest and curves. She was in her late 30's and was always flirting with me when I'd come here to shoot suspect arraignments and preliminary hearings.
"Heyyy Allan! Good to see your body again around here. You come to take me to lunch today, big guy?" a sugary sweet greeting came from the office. I thought the batting of her eyelashes and pushing out her chest a bit was a nice touch.
Kat didn't like Carol's flirting at all because she grabbed my arm and put it around her waist. Kat then informed Carol that she was my girlfriend and I only went out to lunch with her. The look on Carol's face was one of pure shock. I mentally made a note to ask what Kat's Indian name was because from what I just saw, it had to be 'Takes No Prisoners'.
Kat and I went and sat down outside the courtroom waiting to be called in. "Well, if you were nervous before we came in, you got over it pretty quickly!" I whispered in Kat's ear.
"That bitch better keep her distance from you!" Kat pointed at me. "And you better keep your distance from her!"
I bit the inside of my cheek trying not to smile. "Yes, dear," was the only appropriate and safe answer. Just then, the judge's bailiff called out for Kat. Twenty minutes later, and a few questions answered, we had a protection order that kept Dax 500 feet away from Kat and her apartment and place of work. Dax would be served with the order at his parents' house which was his last known address.
After hearing Kat's story and the issuance of the order, the judge asked how Kat was doing. I knew the judge and he was a sucker for a pretty girl. Kat was wrapping him around her little finger with her answers.
