Steven
I woke up just past ten, still sleepy but with a painfully full bladder. The booze I'd drunk the night before had mostly worn off, leaving me only an afterglow to deal with life such as it was, but I knew that had to change.
I didn't go back to bed, but instead got dressed in dark gray casual pants with a light gray, silk shirt and loose black tie. My investigator look was really growing on me, like the longish hair I was always pushing back. With that old nervous cramp reappearing, I left my apartment and walked a little way down the corridor. I stopped in front of Kitten's door, hoping she wasn't up, or at least hadn't been drinking yet, and knocked on the door.
Sure, I told her I'd explain myself anytime
she
wanted, but the timing I wanted would be much more beneficial to my issue of finding out once and for all exactly what kind of screwball I was dealing with in my cousin. I had to know for sure that the woman I'd end up spending my life with wasn't another Coby, or Marie, or god only knew what, as the wholly tragic saga of our ancestry wasn't even finished yet.
I knocked again, remembering the crazed critter and her lightening attack, arms and legs almost a blur of motion as she screamed and cried... the awful look of hurt in her expression when they separated us. Then I thought of the promise I actually made her afterward.
"Your mission," I mumbled in an authoritative tone, "should you be half witted enough to be coerced into taking it, will be no less than the complete and utter impossibility of reuniting Kitten and –"
The door suddenly opened, and there she was, blinking her sleepy eyes up at me with her blonde hair in total, almost comic disarray. Still in the pink shirt she wore last night, her denim shorts were gone, replaced by nothing.
"Stevie?" she asked.
"Yeah, uh you forgot-"
"What- was that you mumbling just now?"
"Uh- we- yes, but you-"
"What? Why were you mumbling? And why are you... (Yawn)"
"I can see miffy."
She looked slowly down and saw I was right.
"Ohh... boy. Um..."
My dick was swelling as she looked up at me with a slight blush and an uncomfortable grin. Pulling down the front of her shirt to cover herself made some nice cleavage, finishing my erection off and totally derailing my whole investigator's attitude. My nervous cramp was getting worse and, in an effort to get back on the rails, I said the first casual thing that leapt to mind.
"So... wanna go for breakfast?"
" ... Breakfast. Yes. Heh. Um, I have to get dressed.
(Giggle)
You wanna come in?"
"Okay."
The first thing I noticed, was in fact impossible to not notice, was a box spring on its long edge, stopped halfway through her inner foyer door. Grabbing the back of her shirt, she pulled it down to cover her perfectly round ass while she quickly squeezed through the narrowed gap. With Sheila's height and face, Mum's body type, Marie's voice and that blonde hair, she was the very definition of 'fuckdoll'.
By the time I got past, she was gone, probably in her bedroom getting dressed, but I found the mattress on the floor of the living area. There was a blanket and two pillows, her denim shorts on the floor providing the final evidence of where she'd slept.
"Um, a little early, isn't it?" she called.
"Probably," I agreed, looking about me at the rest of her apartment, a mess befitting of her sleeping arrangements with clothes strewn everywhere, her couch upside down in the corner, coffee table nowhere to be seen and what looked like dry
Honeycomb
cereal scattered everywhere.
"Well... I
was
gonna let you explain why you did what you did. I told you I would, remember?"
"Yeah," I vacantly called back, poking my head in the bathroom to see makeup, towels and facecloths, plastic bottles and a bunch of other toiletries scattered everywhere with a dusting of powder on everything. "It's just that I woke up early and I got to really thinking about you, so I got up and came over."
"Oh..." she said, obviously stewing on that as my eye got snagged by a sexy pink bra in the basin. "Okay, well... that's cool. Uh, don't mind the mess, okay?"
"No problem."
The walk down to the kitchen was a bit uncomfortable, but she seemed to be responding more or less favourably to me. So far.
"I was actually a bit worried what you might think when I got out of yours and Sheila's way at the meeting," I offered, managing to sound casual.
"No, that was good," I was glad to hear her reply, not quite as casually as me, but clearly working on it while adding, "It would have been... you know."
"Bad timing."
"Yeah, bad timing. I wouldn't have been comfortable."
"Yeah, me neither. Plus, it just wouldn't have been right anyway."
"No, I know. ... Um, y'know what was really cool, by the way?"
"What?"
"At the hotel when you... when you untied my top."
" ... Heh. Oh my god," I expressed, suddenly flushing a little at the sudden memory. Yeah, that was... and when I watched them carry you off to that table."
"Mm."
" ... Is this like our twisted and perverted version of courtship, or what?" I asked.
We both laughed at this as my dick renewed its erection over these memories, although I was a bit more at ease with her. The shared laughter wasn't alone responsible for this, but also the mutual knowledge that there was some truth to the joke. It was a connection between us that we couldn't possibly have had with anyone else and, warped as it is, it was a good thing between us right then.
"Um, I loved watching you fuck Auntie. And when you were licking your mummy's pussy..."
"Kitten," I laughed, somewhat uncomfortable again, "you're getting me all turned on."
"Sorry, I'm just... pretty horny too. You make me that way. I just want you to
fuck
