Author's Note -
Since Kat and Neil have gone their separate ways, we will follow them separately for a while. This is an ongoing series. If you are new to the series, welcome. For those new travelers, reading the previous chapter will give an insight into the characters here. As always, everyone here is over 21, and all places exist only in my imagination, as this is a fictional character study. I hope that you'll enjoy the unwinding saga of Neil, Kat, and the folks they meet along the way.
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Act 2
Chapter 5 - Hitting the roads
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Kat -
Not rejecting avenues; instead, I needed to find roads where I felt good about myself. I knew I had to define myself in positive terms, saying this who I am. I want to be a teacher, an art teacher. A teacher who will show my students how they can shape their world with art. Grad school will give me more tools to do this, but my mission is the same.
On a more personal side, I craved to be with that special woman who I could support and who would support me. Neil was only the second man I had been with. And yes, he is a wonderful man. But I've recognized that isn't the way I'm wired; my desires are filled on the other team with my sisters.
When I decided to leave, the first person I reached out was my old roommate, Josie. Josie had introduced me to the joy to be found in a sapphic relationship. In school, we had shared our bed, and god, did we burn up the sheets as she took me along paths I never knew existed. While Josie was a great tour guide to this new world, I also knew she won't be the one to walk along into stardust. Josie showed me what it is to be spontaneous. That unique quality of spontaneity carried into her life and her drawings.
In school, Josie would and did flit about from one to another boyfriend. While I stayed put in our bed. Since I left town at school, she settled in one guy I knew of from before. All the time Josie danced about left me in wonder as she freely danced about. Josie's life was like her drawings, very approachable and fluid, filled with spontaneity.
It was no great surprise that Josie and Fred had gotten back together. In school, the two of them had an almost magnetic relationship. At times they were very close, and then suddenly, they would fly apart. Now they were together outside of the city, where they would be teaching in the fall. I parachuted onto their sofa as a safe place to be until school started for me in September. Being back with Josie and her old boyfriend, Fred, felt good. They both had such a positive outlook; they had learned how to work around the rocks and shoals that were ahead. Josie, as, usual was the instigator; it always amazed me how totally spontaneous she was. Damm, I so wish I had her style her sense of freedom.
For sure, I did fly out of the birdcage that I lived in Chicago to explore and find roads. But I always came back to the perch in my cage. While Josie, and now Fred too, would fly around freely. Landing here and there and chirp at each other. The sounds that rolled out of their bedroom were joyous as they both enjoyed each other. Damm right, I was jealous, as I never was that free. While sex with Neil was good, on the other hand, sex was almost choreographed. Yes, we figured out how to get part C into slot C very quickly, but I didn't feel our sex life was unplanned. Our sex was like our life, very planned out. Our lives lacked that sense of spontaneity, a feeling of joie de vivre.
One morning after the three of us had breakfast, Fred went off to do whatever, and Josie played with her cat again while I slipped into the shower. The shower for me was often my retreat, my safe place. While standing in the shower, lost in the water running over me, Josie slipped in with me. And softly whispered in my ear, "hi, girlfriend," as she pulled me into one of her amazing hugs. "Remember this?" Suddenly our tongues danced a very familiar old song as we began to explore each other again. Josie reached over and turned off the water, and pulled me out of the shower. Then, grabbing towels, we both hastily dried each other off. Josie started giggling as once again her eyes swept over my body, "damm, girl, those tits of yours still do look so fine. I can't wait to get you in bed and play with them. OH!!! And that cute little landing strip you have going on looks so sweet. Come on, let's go. Bed!!!"
Josie pulled me into the large bed in the bedroom she and Fred shared. Seeing her cute ass, I'd quite willingly follow her almost anywhere. We fell onto the bed, and at first, I lay there while I waited on Josie to make the first move towards me which I so desperately wanted. She sat up and lightly pushed the damp hair off my face, "little bitch, yes, you miss control freak, you'll have no choice. You are going to be fucked hard, and you'll love it. Know why? Cause you gave up control, and you didn't plan anything. It simply happens, like life does. It happens."
With that, Josie captured one of my breasts in her soft hand as she started nibbling and biting my ear lobe. The bitch damm well, knew that doing that would get me to surrender with no reservations. Damm her, I so loved how I was lost in the haze she created. Into this fog, I became aware of, of oh my god! Looking up, Fred is teasing my other breast. "Hi Kat, did you think I could let Josie have all the fun? We share everything, including who shares our bed." I shuttered at the realization; I had no voice in what might happen. All I could do was simply go with the flow and discover new worlds together with my friends. Josie decided that she was going to concentrate her attention on my breasts. While Fred moved in between my open legs to explore what pleasures could be found with my sopping wet pussy.
I became lost in the haze these two created for me. Somewhere along the line, Josie pulled my head towards her as she looked deep into my eyes. "Bitch, yes, you Kat, you are bitch, and Fred and I are going fuck the bitchy out of you." With that, Josie straddled my head and lowered her very wet pussy down onto my hungry lips to taste her honeypot again. Sweeping my tongue along her slit as I sought out that hidden little pleasure button of her clit while my hands grasped her ass. Reveling in all that my very vocal old friend was trying to say. I became aware that Fred was moving slowly into this fog as he moved my legs apart then up. Gradually he was moving into me, fucking my wet cunt; soon, I discovered sensations I had never known. Just let it be, let it happen, and surrender to the tide. I never knew I could have multiple climaxes. Discovering that was a fantastic experience. That was the start of my trusting myself and others around me. Maybe, I was a bitch after all and needed to open myself and trust.
After this, and being told that I was to share their bed from that moment on. An amazing thing began to develop; my drawings began to be less formal and structured. I had been rightfully criticized in the past for not being fluid or loose in my pictures. Since the change in where I slept, my sketches had become much more open and fluid. Coincidence, maybe. For sure, the sex was the best I'd ever enjoyed.
Aunt Flo and Uncle Herman knew of my decision to leave Neil. But they certainly didn't understand what was going on in my world and in my head. I was having a hard time coming to grips with the new me, so how could I explain what I was feeling to them?
Thankfully Sally became my anchor; she would call every few days if nothing more than to say hello at first. Gradually she led me into the details of my new life as a grad student. I came to see that I was going to accomplish the things that she had only dreamed of. As our relationship became more profound, it was more than just a mentor or guide. Somehow we became almost like mother and daughter. We both came from the same place. Sally's knowledge and life experiences allowed her to see the road ahead for me. I so greatly appreciated her gentle guiding hand as she pushed me along. As well as the occasional well-needed swift kicks in the ass too. One of Sally's well-placed ass kicks was when she told me that I would do the master's in education as well, if not the doctorate. All I could say was, yes, ma'am.
It turned out that Sally and Neil had a running conversation about what was going on with me. No, she didn't know all the details and changes in my life. Then again, she didn't need to know either. In some ways, the living arrangement, while nice, left me with a feeling of not exactly sure what. But, I didn't feel complete. I guess the word was uneasy. My two guardian angles, which is how I came to see Sally and Niel, put their heads together and came up with a plan to get me set up for school. They found a small furnished studio apartment just off campus that was perfect. So thankfully, I wouldn't have to live in the dorms, which had been my original plan. As if that wasn't enough, they also open an account for me at the art supply store I had been in that had everything I could dream of and lots more. And, they had gotten a car too. Damm, I set to run the tables.
When September came around, and I got started, I never felt more on my game than at that moment.
Neil -
Wednesday night, when I got back from New York and found Kat's note. I was in a fog. I did not understand why she left. We loved and supported each other, or so I thought.
Thursday morning, I called the office and talked with my partner to bring him up to speed on what had happened here and the trip to New York. Fred was very understanding and supportive. His only advice was to take the time you need to decide what's next. Next was a hard call; I spoke to Cathy and Carl, telling them that everything was off. Sandy called in the middle of all this; yes, she knew that Kat had left. The two of them had several conversations, and she was witness to Kat's unwinding. Yes, she was happy for Kat's going to school in the fall and the scholarship. Kat certainly was deserving of that. Sandy hoped that Kat would pursue dual degrees, both the MFA and a graduate degree in education at the same time. Her thinking was that if Kat didn't do both degrees now, she wouldn't do the education degree in the future. Sandy became more than a mentor for Kat to what could be in the future; Sandy became her guide. The driver for Sandy was to get Kat to utilize her full potential as she recognized early on that Kat could move into leadership positions in art education. Next, I called Raul and asked him to come by the condo in the morning to pick up the ring and disassemble it. Then Ru and I went on one of our famous ten-mile walks along the lakefront.
Our ramblings along the lakefront were great times to sort things out. To stop and look out into the future and make plans for what would be the next steps. And hell, Ru loved to get out and walk as much as I did. While we were out, we would have fantastic conversations talking about whatever was out on the horizon. When we got home, the world was a better place, and I had a vision of what was next.
