When I awoke, I was tempted to call Anna over but I decided against it. I needed to be patient and allow my machinations to play out without too much interface. I thought about how my neighbor, an elderly retired woman, will periodically try to take up gardening. She will spend a great deal of time, smothering the plants with attention. All her poking and prodding usually ended with the plants being sickly and dying. There was a time when she gave up mid-season and the flowers she planted took off. Once they started thriving, she returned her attention to them and they promptly died.
I wanted to enjoy the flowers and to do so I had to give them space and with Katya's expected wake up calls it shouldn't be too difficult. There was still some work that could be done with Katya as well. Since she was coming to see me, I could continue to influence her without her father's interference.
She hadn't done any wrong to me and I really did enjoy her company. It would be fool hardy to describe my feelings for her as love but I did care for her besides my desire. She had a yearning to break out of this narrowly defined shell she grew up in and just needed some help to break out of it. I just needed to bake a cake with a file in it so she could do the rest.
I found a perfect segue into this when my parents, somewhat intrusively, started asking me about Katya. Naturally my hesitation to mention the fuck-a-thon that happened over the weekend and the morning car sex was taken to be a bit of teenage embarrassment. My father and mother took turns at describing some of their early romantic pursuits. I grinned and bared it the best I could but when my mother mentioned a time when one of her friend-zoned guy friends, my attention was piqued. He did a whole bunch of things, including trying to win her over with a mix tape. Each song, was meant to have a specific emotional importance and the whole cassette was meant to be an overall expression of his emotions.
I asked what happened with him. She said she hated his name and made him change it, painfully pointing out that my father's and his name were different. She then continued that she didn't reciprocate the feelings and he eventually moved on. They drifted away after high school but ran into each other a few times after that on friendly terms.
After dinner I set out to work on my plan's for Katya. I saw a clear vision of what could be, one where I could have my cake and eat it too. Katya and I could engage in my teenage addled mind's hormone powered thoughts without her falling into the pitfalls of humiliating depravity I was having her mother go through. I would make her a mix tape of sorts, at least something to replace the anti-smoking cd that seemed to always be playing in her car. I didn't seem to mind the Ambient music that was playing throughout the night but at least she could be steered to a little bit of a more liberating position.
To be honest, the hardest part of the creation process was trying to figure out the actual music tracks of the CD. I developed a real appreciation for my mother's friend efforts but eventually I got a track list set. I settled on a theme of Me and her, with it basically having one of my favorite songs and then one of hers. Each of my tracks had suggestions about me. I started with suggestions of my desirability. Those turned into suggestions about being able to be more comfortable with me, which in turned focused on how I could easily make her climax. That last suggestions about me were primarily about how she would find it extremely exciting to see me fuck another woman. She would have an overwhelming wave arousal wash over her when presented such an experience, either actual or imagined.
Now with each of her tracks the suggestions were focused on self-assertion, confidence, desire to venture forth and explore the world. I had found a lot of these suggestions on some of the self-help CDs from the catalog I only pretended to sell from at this point. I altered these to be made personally for Katya. She would dress how she pleased, act how she pleased, do as she pleased, and while she would consider the thoughts/emotions of other, they were secondary to her thoughts/emotions. My ego couldn't resist however to emphasize how desirous I was and how I always had the best ideas.
At this point I was excited to see her already. I also realized I hadn't gotten any text from her today. I got my phone and texted, "You think I could get a wakeup call tomorrow?"
A few moments later I got a reply, "Of course, you think I wouldn't want to get you up? 😉"
I replied, "I can't wait to see you."
She sent an imagine back shortly later. She was standing in front of the mirror blowing me a kiss. It didn't occur to at first but she had her wet blond hair pushed back behind her ears, and while the picture stopped around her armpit, I was pretty sure she wasn't wearing anything below.
I remember once when I was little one of my parents, I forgot which, told me that if I went to bed early on Christmas Eve, I would get to my presents sooner. Like then, going to sleep early to get to Katya was easier said than done. I still hadn't completely escaped the affects my ambient music CD and had only came once today. I wanted to bring my A game to Katya in the morning and I did what I did as a child on Christmas Eve, I fantasized about all the fun I would soon be having.
Promptly, at six o' clock I was stirred from my slumber, it was Katya. I grabbed my mix tape CD and went straight outside to find Katya already in the backseat. When I closed the door, she tried to pounce on me again but I resisted, as conflicted as I was. "I brought you something," I said as I reached forward towards the CD player. I hit the eject CD button and pulled out the anti-smoking CD and replaced it with the mix tape CD. I then pocketed the anti-smoking CD. As I leaned back, Katya filled the space I was leaving and was soon on top of me. There was intense heat radiating from between her legs onto my legs and crotch. She was grinding herself against me without stopping to even pull my hard cock out. She was wearing a summer dress until I raised it above her and pulled it straight off. She wasn't wearing any panties again and was my pants were quickly becoming soaked. We were making out as she essentially dry humped me, a lap dance would suggest some elegance, she purely primal in instinct. At a certain point I couldn't take it anymore and I got my cock out. She had engulfed me before I knew it.
The first time Katya was on top, she was timid and needed a guiding hand to get the motions right. The second time however, Katya was much more in charge of herself. This time however, she was all over the place. Don't get me wrong, she was tight, moist, and intensely hot. She was like a wild woman, or someone going through an exorcism. I wasn't gonna last long and when she came I grabbed her hips tightly and pulled her down onto me. When she tried to buck back up, I whispered in her ear, "Do me a favor, Listen to this mix when you're alone."
She just screamed, "Anything! Just fuck MEEE!" I released my grips on her hips and she was off to the races. I grabbed both her tits and started sucking hard on her nipples. She came again, pausing for a moment before returning to her grinding and bucking.
I came shortly after that and as I started to cum, she pressed her chest hard into my face and wrapper her arms around my head. I have never felt so hot before and I thought I would pass out from oxygen deprivation but somehow stayed conscious. Katya never stopped grinding against me and before my orgasm had completely subsided, she tensed up again as she came for a third time. She pressed her neck against mine and started whispering all the dirty thoughts popping into her mind.
Compared to some of my own thoughts, they were quite tame but I saw a place to cultivate a flower or two. I snaked my hand to her clit and started to slowly rub her clit as I whispered for her to go on. She told me a fantasy about sex outside, in the school, and finally in the hot tub. Each time she got into more detail and each dirty detail was rewarded with a slightly faster pace of my finger. When I had her right on the edge I whispered into her ear, "You know hot tubs can be a lot of fun because other people might be there and not even know what goes on under the bubbles."
She came hard, I thought she had passed out for a moment but she was just reveling in her own fantasies. I think she could have kept going but the morning light peeking through the trees gave us enough sense to postpone more until another time.
