After publishing a piece on Literotica I receive feedback, most of which is usually generous and interesting. Sometimes, that leads to an exchange of emails; I thoroughly enjoy such correspondence. That in turn often leads to the request 'Why not tell me about yourself Cat?'
So this piece is anticipating that request. This is Cat, my life, my aspirations, my concerns and my despairs. It's me, all of me and a bit more.
Cat, My Jekyll and Hyde Bio
Part 1 - Early stuff.
Boring but necessary
I'll start with some boring stuff to set the scene, but don't worry there's a lot of mucky stuff to come.
Born in Surrey in 1966, just before England won the World Cup, I understand. I was brought up in a rather privileged way. My family owned a small, but highly profitable publishing business and consequently I attended private schools and lived a rich life, with holidays in exotic places and first class, even Concord, travel when I was a young girl and teenager.
I did ok at school, not as good as I could and should have done, but I gained reasonable enough grades to get to an 'acceptable' by which I mean posh and red brick, for my family are also snobs, university where I read English, History and Psychology, gaining a lucky 2:1.
I met the man who became my husband not long after leaving uni and we married a couple of years later when I was just over 21. Two children, a boy and girl followed fairly quickly, and I settled into a typical married life. Husband earns the money, wife looks after the house and children. I had entered into the family business after college so was able to continue to work even after I had my children.
Richard, my husband, is a few years older than me and is a corporate lawyer with a leading London and US based practice where he is a partner. Hence he has always travelled a lot and worked long hours, but both of these have increased in the past few years. This has coincided with our children leaving home; is that a coincidence I often wonder?
Although the family business was sold some years ago I still work freelance, editing from home and attending the odd meeting from time to time.
I am a keen tennis player and have just taken up golf, I go to the gym as often as I can, I enjoy reading, the theatre and films and I try to do a crossword every day.
Cut to the chase, losing my cherry.
I was rather a late starter and didn't lose my virginity until after the sixth form when I had just turned eighteen and was waiting to go to university. I had been dating a guy a few years older than me and as they do with teenagers our sexual escapades had become increasingly adventurous during that summer. As usual they had started with him 'titting me up', as the boys called it, first outside my clothing and then a few days later inside my blouse then my inside my bra. I can honestly say that the first time, and this wasn't for another guy had already been there before, a man's hands finds, squeezes and strokes a girl's bare breasts is an amazingly erotic and totally memorable experience. I can recall that moment with every man who has done that to me, but then it's not that many to remember.
Anyway, back to the main event. So Guy got in my bra one day, then undid it a few days later and took it off a couple of weeks later. Being topless, I still had my jeans on in front of him was fantastic and gave me some amazing and totally new feelings; it probably started the slight exhibitionistic tendencies I still have; I'll come back to those later.
Both his parents worked, they actually had several fish and chip shops and made masses of money, which the snooty people around where we lived resented. They'd claimed it was due to them fiddling their taxes; the fact that they worked from nine in the morning to midnight six days week was not considered to have anything to do with their financial success. It gave me and my burgeoning left wing views a perverse pleasure to tell people that Guy Curvoni, yes they were Italian as well as fish and chip shop owners, was my boy friend.
So that summer we had the run of the house, large garden, tennis court, gym and pool most days, many evenings and a few nights! We followed the normal conventions of the time, up top first, then down below, so after baring my tits for him it was obviously only a matter of time before he approached my body from another angle. The first time I let him go 'all the way' up my legs I was wearing jeans, but even through the thick denim the sensations were tremendous and so much more than what I had been able to create from my masturbations, which that summer had been so frequent. Although I didn't admit it to myself at the time, the next day I purposefully wore a skirt. That naturally did the trick and I felt that my body was about to explode when his fingers touched the damp gusset of my cotton panties. It actually did explode a few minutes later when he wiggled them inside the elastic and right onto my lips of my cunt and my clit. The fish and chip boy gave me my first real orgasm, well with someone else present that is.
The adventures continued over the next couple of weeks as he became bolder and I became braver.
My knickers came off one day, although perversely in an attempt not to give too much too soon I expect, strange creatures, teenage girls, I kept my jeans on with them and the panties round my knees.
He got his fingers in me, again others had been there before, but he was a better 'finger fucker.' He gave me what was my first full penetrative orgasm from something other than my fingers or the handle of my hair brush.
Then there was the topless day when he removed both my blouse and bra and then the big day, when for the first time I was naked with a boy.
As this was all going on I had very tentatively and demurely of course, rubbed his erection outside his trousers a few times. It was not until the day when he got my jeans and panties round my knees that I actually felt his cock. I was lying there with my tee shirt rolled up, my bra undone and boobs bare, with my panties and jeans round my knees or ankles when he took my hand and pulled it towards him. I didn't know what he was doing at first but then I felt his erection; it was the first time I had touched a guy's cock. I pulled away at first, but he put it back and my instincts just took over. Then, as he fingered me so I rubbed it not thinking I'd make him cum, but there was no mistaking the grunts and groans and the, what I now quite like, sticky warm feeling of his sperm in my hand.
