Kate invited me over that night - my first time seeing her place. I met her at the door to the ground floor as she arrived home from her shift, sweaty and cross.
The dozen locks on the peeling front door turned, and we stepped inside to a mouldering old ruin. It was honestly hard to tell what holes in the walls of the foyer were part of Kate's government-mandated self-renovation and which were there when she had arrived. Further through, in the kitchen, supporting beams and joists lay bare as if the walls had just been demolished - but they were covered in initials and long past dates. There was a foot of water damage around what had been, decades ago, beautiful wainscotting. A rat squeaked in the walls.
Kate noticed my puzzled face. "Before me, there was some sort of... commune here. Death cult? Something like that. They didn't take particularly good care of the house. And I haven't been nearly as industrious as you in my repairs. I do just enough so they can't kick me out."
"No offense, but it's kind of wild to me. I can't
wait
to finish and for the government to give me the deed. I
never
thought I'd own a home, you know? Not even before I was in the camps." I blurted out.
"I guess I'm really not expecting to stay in Pittsburgh. Don't get me wrong, I was thrilled to be placed here, even this place by Uncle Sam. Big step up from my FEMA enlistment. But I've learned not to get too comfortable anywhere. I never wanna value my home over my hide. Does that make sense?"
It honestly didn't. But that was what I liked about Kate - she was very much living her own story. Even with me muddling her mind, her iconoclasm shone through. I kept my mouth shut.
Kate fixed herself some tea and we went upstairs. Her bedroom was much cleaner than the first floor, if not well-furnished - newly rebuilt walls, sheet rock still bare, and an enormous four-poster bed. We sank into it, and she lay in the crook of my arm, not quite cuddling, but still close and warm. We spent several minutes in companionable conversation before she began petting the crotch of my pants.
"I was wondering - do you want to try something new? I've never done it before but... I wanna fuck you with my tits."
I hastily agreed. I had actually been thinking about suggesting this myself while I had Kate in the trance state, and here she was beating me to the punch.
Kate disappeared into the ensuite bathroom and reappeared with a bottle of lube while I took off my pants - somewhat difficult as I was already stiff. Kate slipped a hand around my erection and we spent a moment distracted, with her shoving me onto the bed as our tongues met. Finally she rolled off to kneel on the floor in front of me before reaching behind her back to unclasp her bra.
I suddenly realized that though I had by now groped - and cum on - Kate's chest, I'd never actually seen her fully topless. I had been missing out. I could swear that I heard angels singing as she removed the sports bra. Kate's breasts were truly incredible - that one-in-a-million combination of large and perky. I guess some part of it was relative to her small frame, but on anyone they would have been captivating. I have no idea what size she actually was - I'm a guy, I don't think I even get how the bust size system actually
works
- but she had clearly been blessed by whatever gods or genetics were involved in such things. In the tight sports bra she wore for work, they had been a pleasant handful. Free, they were several handfuls at least.
I thought briefly back to that first night on the roof and Kate's story of her Ex's new girlfriend, who supposedly had not just been prettier but better endowed. What kind of a freak must
that
girl have been? I put it out of my mind.
Kate smirked at me while I gawked. "Are you gonna just look or do you want me to use 'em?"
I nodded dumbly as Kate squeezed lube into her cleavage and began spreading it, causing the afternoon sun to sparkle off her boobs. The serenading angels in my head returned as she wrapped her breasts around my dick, telling me of heaven brought to earth. My cock throbbed offtempo to the faint feeling of Kate's heartbeat.
"Oh, that feels kinda nice." Kate said, after beginning to stroke up and down my shaft. "I didn't think it'd feel like anything for the woman, you know?"
"Then -" I gasped, myself quite overwhelmed with sensations well past 'nice'. "then why'd you offer? Delighted, obviously but -" I paused again to moan. " - Surprised, too."
"Well, I thought I should try it. You don't know what you like until you try. And I figured I'd get you to eat me out for a nice long time after to return the favor..." Her look turned thoughtful as she squeezed her chest around me. "And you know, it's kind of weird, but I've been looking forward to your cum all day."
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"Drinking my cum completes you."
"Drinking your cum completes me."
"You think about my cock when you're sad or bored, and it makes you happy."
"I think about your cock when I'm sad or bored, and it makes me happy."
"You daydream about titfucking me."
"I daydream about titfucking you."
I paused. Kate's suggestion of a boobjob had me wondering if she was newly open to other things as well.
"You want to suck my cock"
"I..."
Shudder, shake.
Damnit. Kate had declined to suck me on a couple of occasions, and she always resisted this suggestion when I tried it. I was tempted to just power through with repetition, but thought better of it. Repetition had worked with Sara, but I was still worried about it as a tactic. Who knew what would happen if she woke up randomly in the middle of refusing something? For all my so-called 'science', I
really
didn't understand anything about how my ability actually worked.
I decided to check other avenues instead.
