Allergic to Pussy
I’m just going to come out and say it; I’m not much of a cat person. It’s not that I really have anything against our feline friends, but they’re just not my favorite pets. Dogs; I get dogs. They give up unconditional love, are always willing to play, will protect their owners when possible, and can be taught to perform endless party tricks. Cats, on the other hand, strike me as selfish creatures that only allow human interaction on their terms. That said, I will admit that I’ve never owned a cat and my opinions have been formed from observation only. The reason for this and, another reason we don’t really get along, is that I’m allergic to cats.
Naturally, Giggles owns a cat and is very enthusiastic about said cat. So far, it’s been a bit of a tumultuous relationship for Lelani and me. The first time we were introduced was a few weeks ago when I was over at Giggles place the night she made me dinner. By the time I left that night, I felt like my throat was closing in on itself and I’d swallowed a large chunk of fiberglass insulation to boot.
I happened to be over at her place again last night and, fortunately, my allergies were somewhat subdued. However, that’s not to say that Lelani and I were getting along as the best of friends, either. Things started off badly as I went to use the bathroom and, not looking behind me, closed the door on her paw. Luckily, I didn’t continue to yank on the door when it abruptly stopped before closing completely. Of course, the blood-curling yell from the cat’s mouth caught my attention well before that was even an option. Giggles was on the scene in seconds and thankfully, the cat was ok.
As the night progressed, it seemed that both females had forgiven me and I was back in everyone’s good graces. I definitely knew I was in Giggles good graces, because we were on her bed fooling around and the cat’s well being seemed to be the least of her worries. We’re both completely naked at that point, and I was just starting to go down on her when the cat suddenly jumped up on the bed and came over to check things out. Before either of us could react, the cat steps on Giggles and suddenly I'm nose to nose with her. Talk about killing the moment! Giggles shooed Lelani away and I tried to regain my composure. A few minutes later, we’re both back into the moment and things are getting really hot, really fast.
Her legs are wrapped around my head again and she’s absolutely loving it; I mean, she’s really into it. Arched back, pulling on my hair, and being very vocal about letting me know that she was enjoying herself. Of course, all this gets me going as well, and I’m totally into what I’m doing. She’s just about to get off, when all of a sudden I become aware that there is an intense pain shooting through my big toe. “Son of a bitch!” I yell, rapidly separating myself from her thighs, trying to figure out what the hell just happened.
Turns out that the way I was positioned on the bed, my right foot was over hanging the edge of the bed. I guess the cat saw this and decided to bite down on my toe. I don’t know how much pain she was in when her foot got caught in the door, but as far as I was concerned, we were now more than even. After verifying that my toe was still in one piece, I refused to continue fooling around until the cat was outside the bedroom and the door closed completely behind her.
My request was granted and the rest of the night was most enjoyable for everyone but the cat.
Giggles is going out of town for the weekend, which will be a nice break for me. Actually, she asked if I could take her and her sister to the airport on Friday morning; or, more specifically at 5:00AM Friday morning. As much as I want to start my day at 4:30AM in the morning with a trip to the airport, I had to respectfully decline the invitation. Not that I would mind giving them a ride to the airport, but I think that’s asking a bit much to go that early. Like moving, that’s a request best saved for a very established relationship.
A Prolific Weekend
There’s quite nothing like starting the day off with a good blowjob. Somehow, no matter what happens from there on out, it’s going to be a great day. Of course, seeing the giver of said blowjob suddenly jump out of bed and run to the sink to spit out the load you just left in her mouth suddenly brings reality crashing back to the forefront of your thoughts; well, maybe for a second, anyway.
Carrie is definitely out. She left me a couple messages last week, but I haven’t spoken to her since the last time I saw her. That leaves TheSister’sFriend and Giggles. TheSister’sFriend is going to be the next cut, for sure. I’m supposed to have lunch with her today and it may very well be the last time I see her. The pain-in-the-ass factor is just too high to justify keeping her around. As for Giggles, things seem to be going pretty well with her, but I fear they may be moving just a little too quickly toward the relationship realm.
Friday night, we’d planned on getting together to make dinner at my place. When she asked what she needed to bring with her, I told her to just pack her toothbrush. She showed up in the late evening and looked amazing. She was wearing a black skirt and heels, a white short-sleeve blouse, partially unbuttoned to provide a hint of cleavage, and a small pendant necklace that helped to further shift attention in the direction of her breasts. Her hair was pulled up and back, allowing the clean, unframed exposure of her facial features. And they certainly were in great form that night; long eyelashes surrounded her clear, green eyes, her gloss-covered lips glistened and parted to flash an all-knowing smile. Forget dinner, I was ready for dessert!
I played it cool, though, and we chatted for a bit before sitting down for a nice meal that included plenty of flirtatious banter. The entire time we were eating, I couldn’t help but steal the occasional glance below her neckline; the siren song of her breasts was irresistible. When she began to rub her foot along my calf underneath the table, I suddenly found the ability to maintain cognizant conversation, trying. Hell, between the wine and the intoxication of staring at her across the table, I was lucky to even remember my own name.
After dinner, we retreated to the couch for a bit to sit back, listen to some music and enjoy a little more wine; not to mention, tear each other’s clothes off. Perhaps that’s overstated a bit. The couch was more of a high school make out session; light and playful. It was when we made our way into the bedroom that things really heated up.
Being that this was our entertainment for the night, we took a lot of time to just enjoy the moment; certainly not a wham-bam-thank you-ma’am affair. I can’t say I didn’t mind taking things slow, though, as it allowed me to get rather familiar with her body. And, Giggles really has quite the body. She’s about 5’3”, 105 lbs, with good-sized breasts for her frame, nice, lean legs and a great little ass. Pleasing from any angle and very tossable. I was also pleased to discover that her undergarments were just as sexy as her outer clothes. She was wearing a sheer bra that playfully displayed her perky nipples as they strained against the fabric. Completing the ensemble was a matching, sheer, G-string. Not to be outdone by the bra, it too showcased what little skin it was covering and its seams neatly framed a perfectly trimmed landing strip. She looked so hot and suddenly, I felt as though I was faced with the proverbial “have my cake or eat it” scenario; not one to starve myself of pleasure, I chose to eat.
We repeated the carnal pleasures of Friday night multiple times over the course of the weekend. It wasn’t really something I was hoping for, but she ended up overnighting on Saturday night as well. This is when I started to worry that I may be getting in too deep, too soon. So far, though, the sex has been pretty good. Not quite mind-blowing, heroin good, but very enjoyable, for sure. I think it will continue to get much better, however, so I’m willing to stick around and find out.
