It was a Tuesday night, but a friend had told me about a yard party that sounded pretty good. I'm on summer break after my Junior year in college, working noon to 9 at a retail sporting goods store with Tuesday and Wednesday off, so why not? I slipped a pint of Southern Comfort into my pocket and headed to the party.
When I arrived the party was in full swing, music was playing and people were dancing. As I walked into the back yard, a smoking hot girl was just entering the yard from the opposite direction. Since we were joining the party at the same time, I asked her to dance. To my pleasant surprise, she said "Sure, why not?"
She was wearing a short cropped top and a very short mini-skirt. She was an enthusiastic dancer and I could occasionally see the white of her bra peeking out under the hem of her top. Her boobs were big, she definitely needed a bra to help control their bouncing as she gyrated wildly while we danced. After a little while, the band took a short break and we went to get something to drink. I brought her a cup of cola which was about half full. When she looked at me quizzically, I pulled out the pint of Comfort and she smiled. I handed her the bottle and she topped off her drink, then I added a shot to mine. We chatted about school and family and stuff. I told her that my dad is an accountant and my mom had moved on but he had recently remarried. She said that her mother had died years ago and her dad was a professor of medieval history or some such thing. She topped off her drink with Comfort a couple times while we talked.
The band came back from break and we resumed dancing. When a slow number finally came along, Katrina wrapped both of her arms around my neck and rubbed her substantial breasts against my chest as we swayed to the music. My arms were wrapped around her with my hands resting on her firm buttocks. When the sensual dance ended, I suggested that we head out, and she agreed.
She gave me directions and we parked in her driveway. I ran the seat all the way back while she had another pull on the Southern Comfort bottle. Then we began to make-out. She was a really good kisser, and very enthusiastic.
Before too long I had my hand up under her short top, had pushed her bra up over her substantial boobs, and I was enjoying the feel of her soft, warm breasts. When I pushed her top up and out of the way and began sucking on her nipples, she moaned with pleasure.
I slipped one hand under her short skirt and began to caress her mound through the thin fabric of her G-string panties. She moaned and humped her hips against my hand as I traced my hand along her slit. I slipped my hand inside her panties, dipping a finger between her dripping wet pussy lips. When I began to pull her panties down, she lifted her hips to facilitate their removal.
I leaned over to lick her pussy. She moaned, grabbed my head and pulled me tight against her wet pussy. I licked and sucked her pussy and clitoris until she was panting and pumping her hips against my face. Then I reached down to release my belt and trousers.
She FREAKED! She grabbed the door handle and bolted out of the car and straight to her house, panties in hand. I fumbled my pants shut and fastened my belt, then followed her to the front door. It was closed, so I knocked.
It was opened by her father! She was standing behind him, panties in hand, her bra bunched up along the top of her chest, her skirt in disarray. He was NOT happy. He told me to come in and told her to go to her room.
Then he said, "Let's sit." He led me into a comfortable sitting room or den, and indicated a chair... I sat as requested. Then he continued, "I should call the police, you know."
Police?? For what? Two young people making out? But then I remembered how Katarina had looked standing in the entry, her disheveled clothing. Did he think I assaulted her? Tried to rape her?? "It was not what it appears, sir." I said.
"We will get to the truth, one way or the other." He said. "I can call the police and have them take your statement, take Katarina's statement, take my statement as to what I saw, and let them take this where they will." I didn't like the sound of that. It could easily be two against one in a 'he said - she said' dispute. "Or, I can hypnotize you and you can tell me exactly what happened, without guile or embellishment." As he said this, a black cat with large yellow eyes sat down on the floor beside his chair.
While I didn't love the hypnotism idea, it certainly sounded better than the police, so I said OK.
He produced a bright shiny crystal orb which he held in front of my eyes as he spoke in soothing tones. Soon I felt myself relaxing and drifting. In what seemed like no time, I found myself regaining consciousness. He was muttering something in a strange language ... a language unlike anything I had ever heard. I became fully aware as he finished his strange mutterings.
"So you plied my daughter with alcohol, and played with her body in a sexual manner? But you did not have intercourse? Is that a fair summary?"
"It may be using harsher implications than I would use, but it is essentially correct. She willingly consumed a fair amount of my Southern Comfort, then we had a very hot make-out session, but we did not have intercourse." The black cat still was sitting right where it had been, beside his chair, its big yellow eyes still staring at me.
