Kitty Ch. 02

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Spencer's life may have just turned around.
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Part 2 of the 6 part series

Updated 06/08/2023
Created 11/25/2016
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The void of waking. That place where even when you're there, you're not really there. An anti-presence that never existed in the place you almost created. Spencer was floating somewhere amidst this in the most exceptional comfort he felt in perhaps all of his life. Wrapped in warm heavy blankets instead of shivering on a filthy mattress... how they had a kind of compassionate weight to them, like a hug. His head felt as if on some ethereal cloud. His mind - as on most mornings - had a habit of lazily floating between concepts of breakfast. Pancakes please, with... syrup... butter... bacon... hashbrowns... toast with butter... then a sound like a cat's meow. It was like a fracture to his misty thoughts and he became of aware of being quite warm indeed. Mostly at his groin. And oh how good something wet felt. In the whimsical window of subconscious before the click of realization he had imagined for some reason he was making love to heated Jell-O. He of course, was not.

Lucidity brought disorientation, which brought fear. He didn't know where he was, or how he got here for a second until he looked down at the blanket slowly rising and falling around his waist. He gave a single wheezy laugh and his head fell back on the pillow. His hands went up and rubbed his eyes and over his bangs. His blonde hair felt so soft, clean and foreign now, but that was a secondary sensation to the fellatio being performed at a leisurely pace.

"Ha..." He croaked. Spencer wondered as his arms went limp to each side how long Katherine had been blowing him. It seemed to be a hobby of hers. He had never been lecherous, or had an overactive libido but... he could get quite used to this. His wife had been quite happy with their sex life before, but was more of a catcher than a pitcher. With Katherine however, he might have to get a second mitt. "Kath- er, Kitty..."

"Hm?" She responded over his dick innocently unhindered. He felt her rise up and circle his glans with her textured tongue and dive back down. Spencer grabbed the blankets and pulled them up, revealing the curled up girl in shadow eyeing him with bright green cat eyes. She must have placed her contacts back on after waking. He hadn't even got to see her natural irises. Her body was laying the other way up against his, and she seemed to be in her red plaid pajama bottoms. His member was pulled through the front boxer hole.

"What are you up to down there?" He asked playfully. She gave a toothy smile over his tip.

"Nuhhin'." Katherine said, and sucked with a little more effort. He just held the blankets up and watched until she began to move her leg. Something very soft brushed his cheek and he looked to see the pale top of her left foot there on the blanket. Katherine moved it to softly caress his face. He looked down to her and seen her intense eyes watching him as she bobbed her head along his cock. Her left foot repeated the soft touch and she moved her little right foot over it. Spencer had a close up view of her clean soles and cute toes approach and he blushed as they touched his chin and lips. Memories of his wife reluctantly indulging him in this kink with averted eyes, and past girlfriends who had outright found it too weird. How did Katherine know?

The little black polished toes brushed his lips again and he couldn't help but place a quick kiss. She never blinked. That kiss was followed by another one, then a longer one. That milky velvet of her foot caressed his scarred face and he felt enveloped as if in some Indian harem. The mattress, the pillow, the perfect woman pleasuring him from every physical and mental angle. Spencer felt his inhibition slide as her two middle toes wiggled into his lips. He let them in and allowed his tongue and mouth to close around them. Katherine issued an adorable sigh and took him in deep. Heaven on Earth.

Spencer ran his tongue between the two and placed his left hand on the sole of the foot against his cheek. With a delicate touch little more than his fingertips he traced along her arch. He felt her give minor twitches and whines of surprised delight. Katherine slid out her two toes and replaced it with her big one. He felt a subtle shaking on the bed and was certain what her hand was up to. His other hand grabbed the foot at his mouth and he massaged it as he sucked. The blankets fell and Katherine was concealed as they both used their mouths. From the covers protruded both ends of her legs and the tips of her plaid pajamas, but inside he just felt that ever thirsty mouth work it's lovely magic. Minutes passed. Both were worked up to a numb-minded heat, and without warning Katherine popped his dick and her toes out and scrambled on top of him. Her puffball of black hair emerged and when face to face there was one silent second before lips met.

He felt her fumbling with something and thought she was fingering herself to orgasm but was quite wrong. Both little hands returned and rested on his shoulders, then she moved. Her aim was flawless and he gave a sharp intake of breath as what felt like a tight oven suddenly swallowed his cock. She groaned with bit lip and hazy eyes as she slowly gyrated her hips. Her pussy was tight... her pussy was soaked. He was making love to his obsession in her own home, and he had no idea what time it may have been. With the curtain drawn it could have been mistaken for a space beyond time, if not for the sunlight in the hallway beyond the double doors.

His right hand grabbed her firm ass above the pulled down pajamas, and the other ran again through that fluffy mane. She mashed her cheek into his palm and snuggled it as she took him inside with fluid motion. Suddenly he was overcome with some kind of empowerment. Like the current happenings and recent events culminated in such a euphoric freedom that he wanted it all. He thrust powerfully up into her descending hips and she cried out in primal pleasure. He had taken that, now he wanted what was before him. His love. His hand slid through her hair to the back of her head and he brought her face to his. Katherine eagerly opened her mouth when lowering, the last thing he seen were her green irises and eye whites as just thin slivers. Then for quite some time they were entwined in lust. His heavy deliberate thrusts into her and that tiny gap of hunger for the next. Her body was so light and easy to hold. Her cries reverberated in his skull and mind, threatening in it's adorable passion to drive him mad. With an approaching precipice he lifted her face off and they panted nose to nose.

"Kitty... I'm gonna..."

"Mmm... give it all to me..."

"But-"

"I'm on the pill... don't stop!" He couldn't now if he wanted. The point of no return that all men are familiar with. Both of his hands found her shoulder and held tight as he buried inside up to balls. He groaned, her eyes rolled up and tongue hung out as cum wads filled her sex. Katherine clenched her teeth and looked almost as if she was crying as she must have come more than once. The blast of both body and mind subsided in fading pulses. Spencer sighed heavily as his muscles relaxed and he noticed her doing that cute post-climax licking of his cheek and ear, as well as rubbing her face against his. They didn't dare pull out yet from sheer sensitivity. When thoughts returned they were of gratitude to life, the universe and everything. If he was told that he had to walk into a furnace later today he would tip his hat and stroll in on time.

Soon he had deflated and naturally slid out, her remaining on top of him. Spencer stroked her head under his jaw and felt her breathing against him. He found himself beginning to contemplate the future seriously for the first time since letting everything go. He had almost run out of money, so there was a job to get. If he was to keep seeing Katherine he'd need a new residence. No way would he have her in that crusty cesspool again. This morning made it apparent her affection for him was lasting somehow, not that he was complaining but he was allowing fantasies of every morning being like this one...

"C'mon..." He finally whispered. "I'll whip us up a decent breakfast, that sound good?" Katherine looked up with tired twinkling eyes and nodded with a smile. Spencer kissed her forehead and they got up. He stood on the grey carpet and stretched wide. A new day. Perhaps a part of him did die that day at the pharmacy. It felt like some burden had been shed, or a chain unshackled. He put a pin in his corkboard - a mental symbolism he always found efficient and helpful - to reach out to some old contacts for potential work.

As he scratched his chest he considered the two paintings he couldn't make out last night on her wall. The right one was mostly black, with a solitary kitten in the corner. A vague air of loneliness, but mostly a mischievous one. The left was abstract, monochromatic with a violent and frantic mess of black and white streaks, cuts, globs and swirls. Spencer didn't know what to make of this and leaned down.

Katherine watched him with a grin and knuckles to her mouth as he slid on his new jeans and then make the bed, tucking in the lower sheets under the mattress and smoothing out the fake fur covers.

"Come on Mr. Conscientious... Kitty's hungry." She said with her light rasp and audible smile. She stood there in her red pajama bottoms and now matching open plaid top.

"Sorry, can't believe it's so easy to get in the habit of this again." He answered and walked toward the archway. Her green cat eyes raised and watched him step out and she followed. "I'm gonna throw on a new shirt, can you set the table for us?" Her eyes twinkled.

"Yes sir." She said seductively. Again Spencer had no idea what he was doing to her. They walked opposite ways and he stepped into the fancy bathroom. At the mirror he turned on the cold water and drank a few mouthfuls. Clean water... clean running water... the things we take for granted. Gargle. Spit. Out of the bag he pulled fresh socks, a new white tanktop, and a sky blue over-shirt. He stood with a grin and after looking in the mirror, had to wipe his wet eyes. Before he left he scooped and folded up his old clothes which as expected felt and smelled horrid. Something small gave a metallic pang on the floor and rolled away. Spencer knew it from the sound and swiftly retrieved it. The ring lay in his palm as he looked down on it without real thought or emotion. Just a relic. A symbol of the life he had now left behind. It was deposited into his pocket and he strolled out with the bag and folded garbage.

The bag still containing some other new clothes was set next to her dresser, and he descended the stairs. Arriving at the bottom he seen that everything that had been ransacked was tidied up, and two plates and sets of utensils were on the counter. Katherine stood by them with hands down at her sides. She watched Spencer look the place over.

"Wow... I'm sorry, I was going to help with this, but you work fast."

"Did I do good?" She asked standing still. He stood after setting the dirty clothes down by the bottom stair - they were to be burned later - and regarded her.

"Of course." He said simply, then walked to the fridge. Katherine bounced a little and smiled from ear to ear. On the counter he placed four eggs, six strips of thick cut bacon, some cheese, and the milk. He quickly found the pan and slapped in a thin square of butter. Katherine moved to stand close and watch him work. Each with their own satisfaction at the simple task. Cooking always brought him peace, if it included someone to cook for. Butter sizzled. Eggs fried over-easy. Cheese melted. Bacon crisped. Katherine watched with a finger at her lip as the plates were loaded and giggled as he cleaned everything used to cook prior to eating. Before they sat down to eat Spencer watched her quickly dice up some of the pineapple from yesterday. She walked in quick little steps to the table and popped one of the sweet cubes into his mouth from a small glass bowl. She smiled and had one too, then set the bowl by his meal.

They sat at the table and ate in relative silence. Each stealing quick glances at the other as they chewed. Spencer asked if it was good to which she nodded honestly, although this question was rhetorical. It doesn't take a near starved man to tell when some bacon and eggs were done right. The fruit was quite nice as well, and they laughed as Katherine kept offering him the little squares in her fingers. He stifled a burp when done and clapped his knees before standing.

"Right." He announced as she watched curiously while sipping milk. "Lots to do... I have to thank you for that. So thank you." She placed a bit of egg in her mouth and frowned. He stepped closer and pet her feathery hair. She closed her eyes at the touch. Spencer was scared to overstay his welcome, at the risk of having to endure her to tell him to go... or any number of things that might tarnish what he had gained since meeting her. "You've given me more than you'll ever know... may I see you again?" She snapped a look to him from under her swept aside bangs.

"You're going?"

"Well... yeah, I mean I think I need to get working again. It's been a while... and I need to get out of that Petri dish of an apartment. It might be nice to house hunt again. Now they'll let me, thanks to these new clothes and shower." His rejuvenated laugh lines lit his face again as he smiled.

"Just stay here. With me." Katherine said simply. Some sort of explosion took place in his stomach and the sheer bluntly honest way she said it gave him that inner laugh that didn't quite meet his face.

"You... want that? Me around?" He asked, his eyes fluttering for a moment in a mix of desperate hope and naïvety. "... With you?"

"Yeah. I like you." Katherine answered, and gave the most adorable burp he ever heard and covered her mouth with a snort. He gazed into the bright eyes squinted from smiling, and inside himself he gently grasped an emotion passing through him for inspection like some passing butterfly. It may be possible... just may be... that wishes could come true.

"I... I don't..."

"Don't you love me?" She asked taking a bite of bacon.

"Y-yeah I do, it's just... you're so... I don't understand why you like me." He feared many responses and regretted addressing this. Why didn't he just shut up and accept it while it was there. Katherine swallowed and stood fully, which was still below his shoulders. Her sleeve wiped her lips and she looked between his good and bad eye.

"I've had guys before... some were nice, some hurt me. But no one has been as kind to me as you. You were protecting me without me even knowing. I watched you try to see if I was alright when you saw my house was a mess. You love me, and I can tell you mean it. Please stay... stay and take care of me... I'll do anything you ever want..." Katherine's light voice got more breathy and seductive and she stepped forward, placing her hands on his chest and chin. He couldn't move or look away. "You can do anything to me... just stay..."

Spencer blinked and felt her fingertips lightly touch his scar again. his head nodded stupidly. What went on inside him could hardly be put here in words. One should try to imagine.

"I... I can stay..." He whispered. Katherine smiled and reached up to run fingers through his blonde hair.

"Good." He watched her black lips form the word. She pulled him down for a kiss and they embraced. Then she spoke into his ear with a voice little more than sliding air. "You can have my little feeties all you want too... I like it. I'm yours. All yours." Spencer's eyes stared over her shoulder, seeing nothing. He was ensnared in her words and presence. He felt her tongue flick his lobe and she held him out at arm's length. "Thanks for breakfast! Be right back!" She exclaimed then skipped cheerily up the staircase.

And there Spencer stood, staring at the wall where she had been. What just happened? Elation slowly filled every nerve ending at her proposition, but he couldn't ignore some far away drop of uncertainty. An anxiety. But at what? Everything he needed was right here, he had nothing else in the world. Outside he heard the call of a crow.

"Hey, come on up and pick out something for me to wear today!" He heard her gleeful call. With a quick shake of his head he started for the stairs. In her room Katherine was nude and standing by her wardrobe. She grabbed his wrist and guided him to sit on the edge of the bed. Her excitement made him grin and he watched her extract a myriad of clothing. "I never get to model outside of shoots, this'll be fun!" He realized he was about to get a little show and settled in, arms resting on thighs.

Shirts, dresses, pants, socks, accessories, panties. Punk, goth, emo, predominantly black with spatterings of colour. They went through her catalogue, her thrilled to show and him pleased to watch her curvy form and energy. They had finally settled on an ensemble. He explained it was the first thing he had ever seen her in, and was partial to it for just that reason.

"Aww!" She looked touched and flattered as she put her hands over her chest. Katherine stood in her black off-shoulder shirt with thin lime green stripes on the sleeves ending at her pale fingertips, the tight black pants with the same green colour in a checker pattern on the right leg. Around her waist was the black sash again, with the end hanging low like a tail he now realized. Just for him she had also slid a toe ring on each foot to which he blushed. He watched her grab her vaporizer from the dresser and then jumped onto his lap. She took a puff with a faint crackle from the device and then she leaned in to share. They kissed over the vanilla flavour. It was the first smoke of any kind he'd ever had.

"Yummy, huh?" Katherine asked nose to nose.

"Very actually." Spencer answered. She giggled and shuffled around him for another piggy back.

"Giddy-up!" He laughed and stood without much effort. She guided him to her dresser with her laptop on top which he carried as well. They went back downstairs and she lowered to set it on the uprighted coffee table. Spencer sat, observing her as she hooked a speaker cord into a jack and opened it. She hunched over the computer, swaying her butt from side to side to some tune in her head. He couldn't help but look. If he was going to stay here, he was going to either be very busy, or very tortured. Her desktop seemed a collage of bands that he's never heard of, but most likely would in time. Sure enough after some touchpad taps a playlist came on and Katherine curled up beside him and put her head on his lap. Her hand grabbed his and moved it to her hair, which he gladly pet. He looked to the laptop screen, noting the song. A song by Mum, "I'm 9 Today" from the album "Yesterday Was Dramatic, Today is Ok". It started out very simple and he wasn't sure if he liked it, but as it went on it grew on him. Odd twitchy sort of music, but pleasant and relaxing as well.

From behind the laptop, sunlight poured in and he could see out into the street as the odd car or jogger passed. The hiss of the vapourizer mixed with the sounds from the speakers and a thick cloud rolled up from Katherine's lips. Her tiny free hand lay on his knee and it's subtle weight was adding to his tranquility. As he pet her a colour passed through him and he contemplated what it had been... a feeling of... family? Spencer blinked at this thought and looked out at the few places he would hide when spying on her with binoculars. He imagined looking in now to see himself sitting here. Would he even recognize himself? Perhaps not and would have thought him some new man in her life. What would he have done...? He dismissed this thought as the second song came on; "Smell Memory". Noticing that title reminded him of the pile by the stairs.

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