Confessions of a Teenage Sex Kitten

There are some events that completely change your entire life. I’m not talking about a better job, meeting that special someone and getting married, finding a long lost sibling, or even winning the lottery. I’m talking about a single event that so completely changes who you are in every fundamental way that the path you thought you might take is turned so far on its head that even gravity can’t figure out which way to pull. This kind of event happened to me many years ago, when I was nineteen years old. My name is Myka, by the way, and I’m going to tell you my story so far. It’s a story full of sex, lust, anger, hurt, more sex, quite a bit of powerful magic, and love. And like many stories that talk about sex and love, this one begins with a blow job…

I slowly drew back my head while maintaining a gentle constant suction on the head and shaft of Alan’s cock, deftly swirling my tongue around so that it increased the sensation along the skin. As I reached the tip there was a slight pop as my lips released his glans but I maintained contact with my slithering tongue, and allowed the drool that had built up in my mouth to run down the veins of his shaft. I spent a few more seconds licking around the edge of the smooth head, making sure that I gathered up the dripping pre-cum that had started to flow from his rock hard dick. Then, as slowly as I had begun, I again wrapped my mouth around Alan’s manhood and smoothly slid my head all the way down until I had buried his cock in my throat and the tip of my nose brushed against his trimmed pubic hair. Once there I reached up with my left hand and began to gently massage his balls, lightly running my fingers over his warm scrotum, while I started to hum softly, bobbing my head up and down a couple of inches.

“Oh my God!” Alan groaned. “Myka, that is so fucking hot. You are so goddamned good at this.”

Alan had begun to shudder a little as I continued to slowly bob up and down on his shaft, the vibrations of my humming causing his sensitive prick to twitch every now and then. His moaning and occasional twitching had also turned me on, and I shifted my knees a little to get more comfortable as I knelt in front of my couch where he was sitting. The red baby-doll nighty with white and green trim I was wearing hung open allowing my solid b-cup breasts to hang free, and I reached down and parted the opening to the white lace crotchless panties I was wearing. I felt the dripping liquid flowing from my pussy, and parted my labia with first one, then followed quickly by two and three fingers. I quivered at the squelching sound as I moved my fingers in and out of my drenched core, and almost had to pause as my thumb found my swollen clit and began to slowly circle the hardened nub.

“Holy shit!” Alan exclaimed. “I am not going to last long if you keep this up. It’s been so long since you did this to me.”, he grunted.

So here’s the thing. Giving blow jobs is not my favorite thing to do. In fact, I would rather do anything else most days, but on the rare occasion the mood strikes me I can suck one off with the best of them. I mean, if you are going to do something then learn to do it right. Alan was right, though, it had been quite a while since I had gone down on him. But the semester was over, and even though we were seeing each other exclusively, we had not reached the meet the family stage of our relationship. My lingerie and the blow job were my early Christmas present to Alan before we both headed home for winter break, and if I got some hot sex out of it too, well then we all win, right? So I continued my slow torture of his cock, and kept fingering myself, coming closer and closer to my own climax. Then I heard the key in the lock, and Alan jerked a bit, almost throwing me off my rhythm. My roommate was apparently coming home early and was just about to get one hell of a show. I might have tried to stop, or hide what we were doing, but I was just too close to cumming, and Alan probably was too, and I realized that I just did not care as the door swung open.

“What the FUCK?!? You told me you were going to break up with her and that we would get to spend a long weekend together before going to your house!”

The silence in the room was broken only by the audible pop as my lips came free of his dick, and then I slowly stood up and looked at both of them, the slow burn of an intense anger sparking to life. Madeline, my roommate, looked pissed as hell and was staring daggers at Alan, who could only look back and forth, with growing terror, between us. I silently turned around and walked over to the arm chair in my living room and put on the red satin half robe I had been wearing when Alan first came over, and I calmly turned around after a minute or so to look at the two of them again. While my back had been turned Alan could do nothing but sputter and feebly try to argue, while Madeline yelled at him talking about how they were supposed to move in together after the semester started, how they were going to meet each other’s families, how he said that they would take their relationship to the next level. That caused me to jerk a bit, and I could feel the tears welling up in my eyes, and I knew that it was going to be a really shitty night.

“Would someone like to explain what is going on to me?” I calmly said, my voice breaking only a little bit, and Madeline immediately quit talking while Alan jumped up and briefly struggled to get his pants on correctly.

“Well? I’m waiting.”

Alan turned to me and put his hand on my shoulder and then sighed. “This is not what it seems like Myka.”

“Oh really?!? Then please explain to me what “this” is, since my perceptions seem to be really fucked up right now!”

“Things with Madeline just happened, but they never meant anything.”

“That’s bullshit Alan!” Madeline yelled. “We have plans to meet your family for Christmas damnit!”

“Come on Myka. You know how pillow talk can be when it gets really hot and heavy.” Alan explained. “I’m sure I said a lot of things, but you know I could never mean them. You’re the only one I’m in lov…”

The sharp crack of the stinging full armed slap rang out in the room and Alan’s head rocked back from my angry blow.

“Get the fuck out of my house now. In fact, just stay the fuck out of my life. I don’t ever want to see you again you shit faced cheater!”

“Come on Myka. Don’t be like…” SLAP.

“I said GET THE FUCK OUT NOW!” I screamed, the tears now flowing freely down my face ruining my carefully prepared makeup.

At that point Alan just turned and walked out the door in a huff, not even looking at Madeline who had the nerve to look surprised.

I turned to her then and quietly spoke. “I guess it’s a good thing that you have plans to move in with him, because you have 72 hours to pack up your shit and get out.”

“Wait. What are you saying?” Madeline gasped.

“You heard me. You are no longer my roommate, and you have 3 days to pack up and leave.”

Madeline stared at me for a few seconds with a crestfallen look on her face then said, “You can’t kick me out. I’ve paid rent for the month and you have to give me notice.”

“Actually, I don’t. Only my name is on the lease, which means that only I am actually authorized by the apartment manager to permanently live here. He was nice to you by letting you stay without signing, but that puts you in a difficult position. Get out, in 72 hours, or you will be forcibly removed. I will mail you a refund on the rent you paid.”

I turned around and walked back towards my bedroom, and Madeline spoke to me one last time in a pleading voice, “You can’t do this. How can I even find a new place to live this late in the school year?”

I stopped and looked at her briefly for a moment, the tears still running down my face, and said, “Then you should have thought of that before you began FUCKING your roommate’s boyfriend.”

I walked into my bedroom then and slammed the door before falling to my knees, sobbing uncontrollably. I probably spent twenty minutes on the floor crying my heart out, trying to sort out where things had gone wrong. What was it I had done, or hadn’t done? Should I have sucked it up, no pun intended, and given more blow jobs more often? Did we not have enough sex, or too much if there is such a thing? Was it an emotional thing, was I too needy? Alan and I had been dating for about a year now and this had come completely out of left field. I met him as part of a study group for some gen-end econ class my second semester of college a year ago. He was already in his second year, and at some point during the study group we just hit it off and started going out. We had fun together, watched movies, held hands, and were apparently the picture perfect couple. Alan was in to intermural sports and keeping fit, and I liked the outdoors and lots of physical activities. In a lot of ways we were made for each other, or so I thought.

So after a long bout of crying I managed to drag myself up off the floor and then went around the room blowing out the pine and mint scented candles I had placed for what I had hoped was going to be a magical pre-Christmas evening. With the fire hazard now eliminated I shed my sexy Christmas underwear and crawled between my covers for what I hoped would be a very long winter’s nap. I stayed there for nearly three days. I left my room for the occasional snack when my hunger just couldn’t be ignored, and I still took a daily shower because even in the depths of despair I am not gross. I made sure that when I did exit my room that I could not hear Madeline at all, because I had no desire to see her. She initially tried knocking on my door on the second day, and sent me several text messages, which I quickly erased, but eventually gave up trying to talk to me, and later I heard what I assume were the sounds of some friends helping her pack her things.

I finally came out of my room on the third day, just two days before Christmas, to make sure the backstabbing bitch was gone. On the table there was a key and a note. I pocketed the key, and tore the note in half before throwing it in the garbage. It probably had a bunch of platitudes, I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean for it to happen, it just did, It was just a fling, I thought we had something, blah blah blah… I didn’t want to hear, see, or even process it. They made their choices and now had to live with them. So now I was out of my room, had made my morning bowl of cereal, and was curled up on the couch under a thick blanket watching some stupid Christmas special, because I had nothing better to do, and did not want anything better to do. It was just then that I heard another key in the lock on the door, and could barely register the surprise when my best friend Kelli walked through the door.

“Ok sweetie, what the fuck is going on?!? You haven’t answered my calls or texts, and you pretty much just dropped off the face of the Earth for the last couple of days.”

I looked up at her, my eyes still red from so much crying over the last couple of days and said, “Nothing is going on. I just had my phone turned off,” in a deadpan voice.

“Bullshit sweetie. I had to drive out to your parent’s to get your spare key. What the hell happened?”

I looked up at her again and steeled myself, hoping to keep to my previous answer, but then my lip began to tremble again and before I could stop myself I was weeping again and telling her everything that had occurred over the last few days. Alan, Madeline, the interrupted sex, all of it. Kelli just let me sit there and cry and spill and yell and sob, and all the while did nothing but hold me around my shoulders while I wept into her chest. We’d known each other since grade school, and through the deep connection we had she was able to draw out the hurt and the pain, and to give me the time to work towards catharsis. I still do not know what I did in a former life to deserve someone like her as a friend, but it must have been damned good because she was damn near a sister to me. After what could have been minutes or hours, I can’t be sure, Kelli pushed back my long brown hair, dried my eyes with her fingers, and grabbed me a box of tissues and had me blow my nose until it stopped flowing too.

“Ok sweetie, here is what we are going to do.”, she said. “You are going to get a shower, and get dressed so that we can go downtown and look at the lights and decorations. We are going to have a fabulous lunch, I’m in the mood for sushi, we are going to buy presents for your family and mine, and then we are going to come back here and have pizza and hot chocolate while we marathon A Christmas Story, It’s a Wonderful Life, Miracle on 34th St, and maybe even the Peanuts special. Deal?”

I grabbed one more Kleenex and gave my nose one more good blow, then said with more confidence than I currently felt “Ok. Deal.”

So I got up and went to get ready. I showered and shaved my legs and such, trimmed my light downy bush, and gave myself a good scrubbing. After my shower I got out and then went to my room to get dressed. I took a few minutes to look at myself in the mirror, again wondering if there was anything there that was wrong that had caused this turn of events. I had light brown hair that fell straight to just past my shoulders, and framed my face well. My b-cup breasts were perky and stuck out nicely from my body, not the biggest around, but certainly adequate to my 5′ 5″ height. I was in good shape, with some muscle tone and that smooth layer of softness that most women have just below the skin. I kept my pussy trimmed and neat, and my hips flared out perfectly to curve down to my toned thighs and calves, and my feet with trimmed nails painted in Christmas colors. I was small, but not petite, and I guess I was pretty while not being the gorgeous head cheerleader type, I still wondered what was wrong that had made Alan do what he did. I guess I will never know.

So I got dressed and Kelli and I went out and had a great time shopping, and eating, and just enjoying the holiday atmosphere. Later we talked over pizza and chocolate, just like she said, and laughed and cried and thoroughly devoured all of the classic Christmas movies we could find. It was nice being there with my friend, for the first time in days I felt that I might actually get through this.

After I got out the sheets and blankets for Kelli, since she decided to stay there with me that night, she sat me down once more and talked at me with a touch of concern.

“Ok sweetie, here is what we are going to do and I won’t take no for an answer. We are going to drive out to our parent’s places tomorrow and we are going to enjoy Christmas. We are going to eat, sing, drink hot chocolate, and dance like we just don’t care, and we are going to give gifts and have a shit ton of fun. Then in three days we are going to come back here and we are going shopping one more time to find the sexiest damned costumes for the McAllister’s New Year’s party.”

“I’m not going this year.” I stubbornly said. “Alan and Madeline will both probably be there and I do not want to deal with them at all right now.”

Kelli just ignored the fire in my eyes and said “You are going and that is final, do you understand me? The best way to get through this is to show the shithead and the bitch that you are out and about, and having fun. That you may be hurt but that you are in control of it, and that you have moved on. That my dear is the best revenge, and who knows, you might get lucky.”

I opened my mouth to tell her that I was not ready for another relationship right now, and that I was definitely not going, but, grinning, she interrupted me and said “I don’t mean you need to find a new boyfriend, but if the right guy is there you can sure have a bit of New Year’s fun with no strings attached. And you are going, because I am not going alone capisce?”

She stood there, hands on hips, looking at me like a momma bear defending her cubs and I really had no choice but to say ok. I had never been able to say no to Kelli anyway.

“Fine, I’ll go! But I choose how long we stay and we better have some seriously sexy costumes.” I said, grinning.

Kelli let out a musical little laugh and then looked me in the eye, “I’m holding you to it then, but we have to stay for at least two hours, none of this fifteen to thirty minutes shit and now we leave. Now go to bed and get some sleep so we can drive the long drive tomorrow and enjoy the rest of Christmas with our family.”

I gave Kelli a warm hug then, and whispered a heartfelt thank you in her ear, and kissed her cheek before walking back to my room and going to sleep. I didn’t even have bad dreams that night, and a strange comforting wave seemed to roll over me as I slumbered and I just knew that everything would be alright. What I didn’t know yet was that my agreeing with Kelli to go to the New Year party was the first step onto the road that would change me forever. Even so, the Christmas parties with our families was fun, and everyone generally left me alone about the break-up once they knew what had happened, and I was grateful for this. All in all it was a good weekend, and it really lifted my spirits. When we finally got back to campus and my apartment, we were exhausted but merry, and Kelli told me she would be by in a couple of days to go out shopping for the perfect revenge costumes, and I told her I looked forward to it.

The next day, though, I felt restless and the need to get out and run some errands or do something was nearly overpowering, but I wasn’t sure what it was I had to do. So, I decided to get my hair cut and do a full on makeover. I sensed that a new me was ready to burst out on the world. I also ran around to a couple of specialty shops and got a few things done that would certainly raise my mother’s eyebrows more than a bit, but hey, I was treating myself damnit. I giggled a bit at what Kelli would say, and I was excited to show off this new me that had tapped me on the shoulder and had taken me completely by surprise. I had some nice coffee, bought a new book to read, and generally had a good time finding my new self, and I felt she was ready to spread her wings.

The next morning, as I opened the door, Kelli let out a gasp of surprise.

“Oh my God! You cut your hair!” Kelli exclaimed.

I ran my hands through what was now an above the shoulder bob cut and asked coyly, “Do you like it? I was thinking about dying it purple too, but I figured one step at a time.”

“It is so super cute. I don’t think I could pull off that style, but you look so great!”

Kelli then moved in and gave me a hug and I hissed a bit in discomfort with the pain that was still in my chest. She backed off a bit and looked at me with concern.

“What’s wrong? Is everything ok?”

I blushed a bit and then said, “Everything is fine, I just did a total makeover yesterday is all. A TOTAL makeover.”

Kelli arched her eyebrows and gave me a little frown, “What did you do Myka? Is it serious?”

“It’s better if I show you rather than tell you,” I said then pulled her inside.

I sat Kelli down on the couch and then proceeded to gently take off my shirt. When I dropped my shirt to the ground I noticed her eyes drawn to the reddened nipples on my breasts that now had a pink and silver heart shaped nipple ring piercing the tender flesh, winking in the light with the bright diamonds that were scattered around the jewelry. Kelli gasped and without thinking reached up and lightly brushed my right nipple and its ring, and I shivered with a bit of painful sensitivity, and with a spike of unexpected pleasure.

“Did it hurt? Oh wow, your mom is going to kill you, but they look so hot!”

“They hurt more now than they did yesterday, but this was the most uncomfortable thing I did,” I said as I unbuttoned my jeans and then slid them down my legs with my panties so that I was practically standing naked in front of Kelli.

I gently pealed the tape from the bandage that was there, slightly above my newly waxed pussy, and folded back the cloth to reveal a tattoo of a heart with a butterfly landing on it on the right side of my mons. Kelli again reached out again and brushed a light finger along the edge of where the tattoo was, causing me to once more feel that strange spike of both pleasure and pain.

“That is so amazingly cool, and also super cute with the shave! What made you just jump in with both feet and go all Hot Topic on me?”

“I am not all Hot Topic,” I giggled, then I looked at Kelli for a moment and replied, “I’m not sure. I just felt like I needed to make some changes and let a new me out of her shell and this is what felt right. I know it’s a bit of a surprise, but I feel much better about myself than I did a few days ago.”

“Well then, that is all that matters. Put your clothes back on girl, and let’s go find a couple of great costumes and give all the guys at this party a heart attack just from looking at us.”

I grinned a bit then, pulled up my pants and put my shirt back on, then got myself ready to go. As we left my apartment I took Kelli’s arm in mine, and I felt a strange sense of excitement come over me as we made our way to her car, and I had the feeling that I was taking the first steps into a new reality, my new reality. How prescient that feeling was.

Kelli had a plan that day, and we must have hit 15 boutiques, and 3 malls looking for the perfect outfits for the McAlllister party. This was the New Year’s party to end all parties, and the McAllisters held it for the college students every year. They were the golden couple on the board of the alumni association and they opened up their estate every year on New Year’s for a charitable donation of $100 per attendee that went to helping children in poverty or some other worthy cause. There was food, dancing, alcohol if you were old enough, swimming, and other things. It was also the biggest costume party of the year, as the McAllister’s felt that New Year’s should be as fun as possible, and all of the students did their best to upstage each other by dressing up better than everyone else. It was at this party that Alan and I first had sex, and thinking about that stung a bit as we wandered the city, looking for the golden jewel of all costumes. I knew that he and Madeline would probably be there because we had all purchased our tickets weeks ago, and that was the one thing that I was still not looking forward to. This year’s party, however, promised to be the biggest most outrageous one yet because the McAllister’s daughter, Jessica, had just graduated and the two celebrations were being rolled into one. It was going to be one hell of a party if I could get through it.

Unfortunately Kelli and I still could not find anything to wear for that night and we were becoming desperate. All of the stores we’d hit had no decent selections, or were sold out of anything worthy of the party, and time was running short. We decided to try one last place, a small, local indoor strip mall that had some specialty shops and hopefully some clothing stores that might have what we needed. One of those funny feelings tickled the back of my brain again as we pulled into the parking lot, and I told Kelli that here was where we would find what we needed. She gave me a dubious look, but since we had no more options we made our way inside. It took us twenty minutes to make the circuit of the stores, and we still had no luck, and Kelli decided to go grab a late lunch from the taco stand in the middle of the mall. I still felt something nagging at my mind and I told her that I was going to take one last look around before coming back and joining her and then we could leave.

“Good luck. See you in a little bit.”

I turned and walked back towards a part of the mall that we had been through when we first came in, and that strange pull got stronger as I turned down one of the side corridors. Then I saw it. An old looking shop with a small wooden and glass door with vintage and antique looking clothing in the window and my heart did a small leap as I wondered how we had missed this place on the first go around. My hand almost tingled as I grasped the old brass knob and pushed the door open and walked into the small shop, the sound of an old bell tinkling as I entered letting the owner know that I was there. My nostrils were filled with the smell of quality cotton and linen and with a slight hint of sandalwood that also hung in the air. Everything around me worked hard to grab my attention as I looked at gorgeous dresses, riding outfits, corsets, and other clothing, all with a look and feel of old world quality. My mouth was open in a silent gasp at the treasure trove I had stumbled upon, and I almost missed hearing someone enter the shop from the back room.

I turned my head and got my first look at the owner of the shop, and I nearly did a double take. She was the most beautiful woman I had ever laid eyes on, and I stood there without the ability to move or speak for several moments. Her hair was long and raven black, cascading around her shoulders in ringlets and waves that seemed to both gather and reflect light in a mesmerizing pattern. She had the most piercing green eyes, which seemed to bore into my soul, seeing everything and missing nothing. Her complexion was slightly pale, but was flawless and smooth and her smile was like radiant sunshine. She could have been in her early fifties, but I really could not accurately place an age to her, though she did project an aura of both age and wisdom. She was also the sexiest damned woman that I think I had encountered, even covered up in the modest Victorian gown she wore, she oozed a sex appeal that few could rival.

“Can I help you miss…” she asked, in a soft and melodious voice that seemed to calm my beating heart and made me feel as if she was a friend. Scratch that, she was definitely a friend.

“Umm, my name is Myka, and my friend and I have been shopping around for a costume to wear to a party tomorrow for New Year’s.”

“Ahh. I see. Well Myka my name is Cassandra, and I’m pleased to meet you. Come tell me what it is that you are looking for.”

I came up and took her hand in mine and then sat down on a stool she had by the front counter. I am not sure what it was that made me begin to tell her all that had happened over the last week and a half, but once I started it was impossible for me not to continue. I let her know about my situation with Alan and Madeline, and about what Kelli’s advice had been. For her part, Cassandra just listened and nodded in the appropriate places and also took notes on a small notepad while I let her know what we had been out trying to find. After my story was finished, she snapped the notebook closed and gave me another penetrating stare, with her tongue slightly out of the left side of her mouth, as she sized me up.

“I think that I have just the thing for you. Just give me a minute.”

And with that Cassandra hustled back into the back room and I could hear her moving boxes around and the swish of cloth as she looked and sorted through her collections to hopefully find me the perfect outfit. I sat there listening to her work and my thoughts wandered while she was occupied. After what could only have been a few minutes she walked through the back room door with some boxes and a couple of bags in her arms.

“Let’s take a look at this and see what you think,” Cassandra said, as she gave me another smile that almost melted my heart.

With that she opened the first box and I gazed down at what she had selected for me. It was a maid’s outfit done in black and white, with a skirt that would not hang down, but would stick out straight and stiff, like a classic French maid. It was a skirt that was designed to conceal nothing and to reveal every sensual inch of a woman’s body, and I got a little flushed just looking at it. It was complimented by a black corset, with a bustier that would lift and display my breasts to perfection, and the ribbons and white trim on the top were impeccable. The other boxes and bags had what would complete the outfit. A ruffled white lace collar with a black band and a silver mounted red stone to bring attention to my neck, and matching white lace fingerless gloves, also with the same black bands and stones to fit them around my wrists. My legs would be covered by white thigh high stockings that had an intricate lace pattern around the top and Cassandra assured me a garter would not be necessary. Finishing off the ensemble was a pair of flat black, square toed school girl shoes with a thick style four inch heel. Just looking at all of this started my heart racing and I was getting out of breath.

“So, what do you think Myka?”

I turned my head and looked at Cassandra and in a breathless whisper I said, “I think it’s perfect!”

Cassandra gave me another of those knee weakening smiles and then pulled out a measuring tape.

“Ok, Let me get some quick measurements, and then you can go have lunch with your friend while I make any needed adjustments,” Cassandra said as she began to expertly move the tape over my arms, around my chest and waist, and up both the insides and outsides of my legs.

Just her touch as she was taking her measurements felt like sparks dancing over my skin, and I did not know what to make of the warm feeling that I was getting inside. This went on for a few more minutes, and with a last measurement and a couple of more notes in the notebook, Cassandra put her tape away and gathered up the costume.

“Give me a half hour, and I should have everything done that I need to do, okay? And bring your friend, Kelli was it, when you come back. I’m sure I have something laying around for her too,” and with that Cassandra rounded the corner into her back room leaving me standing in her shop with a strange look on my face.

After a moment’s hesitation I turned and hurried out of the shop and nearly ran back to Kelli at the taco place. She looked up at me, surprised as I jogged towards her with what had to be the biggest, silliest grin on my face.

“Oh God, Kelli. I’ve found my costume and you are going to flip!”

Kelli just looked up at me for a moment and then asked, “Where did you find it? There wasn’t anything else that we haven’t looked at here already.”

“We must have missed this little shop over in the back corner. Cassandra, the owner, sells all sorts of vintage clothes and I guess even has some costumes as well. She even said that she probably had something for you to wear too!”

Kelli looked at me skeptically, “Really? I don’t remember any place like that, and why are you here if you bought it?”

“Cassandra told to give her a half hour while she made some final adjustments, and then told me to come back with you. You have to come check this out Kelli!”

“Ok, ok. Just let me finish lunch and we can go take a look.”

Kelli finished eating while I rambled on and on about all of the clothes and dresses and other things that were in Cassandra’s shop, and then when she finished I grabbed Kelli by the hand and nearly dragged her to the wood and glass door with the brass knob. Kelli was just as awed as I was when I first entered the little store, and she was nearly as excited to look at all the dresses and accessories that were on display.

We had only been there a moment when we heard Cassandra call out, “Hey Myka, and Kelli, right? Give me just a few more minutes and I will be right with you.”

And true to her word, Cassandra came around the corner after a short time with several boxes and bags in her hands.

“Ok, Kelli, these here are for you,” Cassandra said, setting out some of the boxes. “Everything should fit and I think you will look fabulous as a sexy classic foxhunter, how does that sound?”

Kelly was smiling ear to ear and then asked, “How did you know what size to get for this? Myka didn’t tell you my size and you certainly didn’t measure me. If it fits, however, I think a foxhunter is perfect.”

“Well Kelli,” Cassandra replied, “I’ve always had a nose for these kinds of things and I’ve never been wrong yet, though if it doesn’t fit come back before your party and we can take care of it.”

Kelli then beamed at Cassandra then pulled out her wallet and asked, “So how much do we owe for these?”

Cassandra seemed to think hard for a moment and then she replied, “$50 each will suffice for payment. Is that acceptable to you both?”

Kelli seemed thrilled, but I nervously shuffled my feet and looked at Casandra.

“Umm, that seems like an awfully low price for what I know I am receiving. Are you sure that is all that you are going to charge?”

Cassandra then looked at me with gentleness in her eyes and placed her hand softly on my cheek.

“Yes my dear Myka, that payment will be more than sufficient, and I will not take one cent more than that.”

And with that Cassandra rang our credit cards and then bagged up our costumes and we were ready to leave.

Kelli turned to me and said excitedly, “I can’t wait to get back to your place and try these on and model them for each other!”

I was grinning about this too, but then Cassandra cleared her throat behind us causing us to turn and pay attention to her, almost involuntarily.

“Ladies, I must insist that you do not do that. You must wait to wear these costumes until you are nearly ready for the party that you will attend. I insist on this, and I am sorry, but it is a non-negotiable requirement for the price that I gave to you. Am I understood?”

Kelli and I both nodded dumbly, wondering where this feeling of authority and power Cassandra had was coming from.

“And Ladies, I will warn you now. I will know if you do not follow these instructions to the letter. Now Kelli, if you would be so kind as to let me talk to dear Myka here privately for a few more minutes,” and Cassandra’s smile returned as if it had never left.

“Sure Cassandra. I’ll see you back at the center court Myka?”

I nodded to Kelli and as she left I turned around, wondering what Cassandra had to say to me. When I turned to her, she was holding one smaller box, and she had look in her eye and a hitch to her smile that said she had a very mischievous surprise.

“Now Myka, your costume is going to knock all of the boy’s socks off tomorrow and I just know you will wear it well. I thought, however, that you might want the opportunity to perhaps take the costume to the next level, and leave all of those poor boys drooling in wonderment as you pass by. Interested,” Cassandra asked, still smiling like she had beat the devil at his own game.

I looked at her for a moment longer, and a feeling of trust seemed to come over me, and I knew she would never do anything to hurt me. I nodded silently and Cassandra who then set the small box on the counter in front of me. It was all black, with silver trim, and it had a strange writing around the edges of the top, made of letters that almost seemed to glow a reddish orange. As I looked at the box I could almost swear that the writing was moving, but I did not know for certain. Then Cassandra flipped an ornate silver catch and lifted the lid of the box and allowed me to look inside. I gasped as I saw a pair of triangular cat’s ears on a head band, and what looked like a silvery grey cat’s tail as well. I gently reached out to feel the ears and tail, and I found that they were soft and velvety, feeling almost like real cat fur. I then noticed that the tail was attached to what looked like a smooth obsidian cone with a small cylinder and disc attached to it which the fur of the tail was fixed to. The cone also had more of that strange red orange writing on its surface and seemed to glow and writhe like the outside of the box as I looked at it.

Cassandra then said, “If you want, you can wear the ears and the tail with the outfit, and I guarantee that you will be the envy of all who see you. What do you think?”

I could barely contain my excitement at the prospect of what was in the box, but then I asked, “These look great, but how does the tail attach to the costume? And will this cost anymore?”

Cassandra just chuckled a bit and pulled the tail out and showed me the cone.

“This end gets inserted in, well, into one of your most intimate places. And the shape allows your body to grip the tail so that it can hang free and look like its actually part of you.”

Realization slowly dawned on me and I gasped, “It’s a butt plug! I’m not so sure about that, I’ve never done something so, taboo.”

“Myka, you can choose to use them or not. It is your decision, but if you do use them, I recommend that you make sure you are good and relaxed when you put the tail on. And I have also found that the best lubricant for the tail is your own juices, so give yourself plenty of time to get really worked up before you put it on. If you decide to wear it, that is. As for the price, just find me after the New Year and regale me with all the details of your adventures. Now get out of here, and go have fun. Oh! I almost forgot. I also put some special ointment in with your purchases. Just rub a bit of that on your new body art and it should make things much more pleasant for you by tomorrow night.”

And with that Cassandra placed the black box in my bag and shooed me out the door, after which she turned the sign to closed and gave me a quick wink before disappearing into her back room again. How the hell had she known about my piercings and tattoo? Though I guess I shouldn’t have been surprised because she seemed to know just about everything else. Anyway, I turned to go find Kelli and as I was walking away from the store I felt a warm thrilling feeling start in the pit of my stomach, and I knew that even with my hesitation I would certainly be using the tail for my costume.

Kelli and I were able to make our way home after a couple more stops, and then as we stood outside my door we gave each other a quick hug before she went back to her apartment. Then I went inside my place and sat down to enjoy a hot chocolate and one more Christmas movie before going to bed. I felt peace in my heart, and I knew again that things were going to be ok, and that the world was on the cusp of opening up to a new day for me and those I cared for. Taking Cassandra’s advice, I opened up the small vial of yellow paste and rubbed it into both nipples and over my tattoo, and I was rewarded with a warm tingling sensation as the soreness that was still present seemed to melt away. And with that I crawled between the covers again and went to sleep, dreaming of the great time Kelli and I were going to have at the party tomorrow.

I woke up early and stretched lazily, and had to force myself to get out of bed. I was still a bit tired, but I had a lot to do before getting ready for the party that night, and the prospect of getting ready got me just as excited as the party itself. I looked down at my bare breasts to see how my nipples were doing and I was shocked to see that the redness and swelling were gone and it looked as if I had had these piercings for years. I reached out and gently touched first the left and the right piercing, and I nearly lost my balance they were so sensitive. In fact, my nipples hardened almost immediately and I could feel a moist dampness start in my panties. Cassandra was right! This could be the most fabulous night ever, just based on my nipples! And my tattoo was bright and vibrant, but with no pain or swelling at all. I wanted to play with myself right there, but I also knew that I still had a ton of stuff to do, so I reluctantly got myself dressed and stepped out the door to face my day.

I had two final assignments that I needed to send the written reports for off to my professors, and I needed to make sure that I had purchased all of the books that I was going to need for my next semester. I took some time to call home and talk to my parents, and I assured them that I was doing fine, and that Alan was just a sad memory, and that I had moved on. I picked up some groceries from the store so that I would have things to eat over the holiday weekend. All in all, it had been a pretty productive day, but I could hardly control the excitement that I was feeling. It was time to start getting ready for the New Year’s party!

I had decided that if I was going to really do this, I was going to do it right, so first I drew myself a very hot bath and poured in a very generous amount of my strawberry bubble bath. I had already set out the things I needed to get ready, and I had plenty of time, so I was going to take this slow, and luxuriate in the experience as much as possible. I pulled off my t-shirt and unhooked my bra, and tossed both in the corner to be washed later. Since my jeans were kind of tight it took a little bit to shimmy out of them, and they and my panties joined the rest of my clothes in the laundry pile. Grabbing my towel, I pretty much sauntered down the hall to the bathroom and my hips had a bit more sway in them now than they’d had in a long time.

I took some time and gave myself a good long look in the mirror. My newly short hair really did look fantastically cute, and my pert breasts with their heart shaped piercings really caught the eye. I reached up and slowly removed both piercings and marveled at the wonder that Cassandra’s ointment had done. The holes had completely healed and the attachment of the piercings slid smoothly in and out of each nipple with ease. And god were they still sensitive! My hairless pussy began to moisten as I touched and played with them for a few minutes, and I knew that I had never been this nipple sensitive before. Reluctantly I paused my nipple play, and stepped gingerly into the steaming hot water of my strawberry scented bath, letting my body slowly ease down into the water, sighing as the heat wrapped me in its arms and melted any remaining stress that I had been feeling away.

I must have just sat in that hot tub for ten minutes or more before I began to wash myself so that everything would be perfect for that night. It was pure luxury as I massaged my scalp while washing my hair with my strawberry scented wash (Hey, I like strawberry. Sue me.), and my moans probably would have bothered the neighbors if any of them had been home. When I washed my chest I really couldn’t help washing my nipples over and over again and after about five minutes I felt my body tense and start to quiver as I moaned out my first orgasm of the evening. It had to be the first time I’d ever cum from just nipple play. Dear god I was feeling good. I lifted each leg straight out of the water so that I could get between each toe, and rub down my now sensitive skin, and I realized that I should have filmed this bath because I could have probably made a killing selling views on an amateur porn site. I finished cleaning the rest of my body and then leaned back and moved one hand to my tattoo, and let the other one rest on my breast.

I just needed another release, and I needed it badly, so I started pinching and rolling my nipple with the one hand, while gently massaging my mons with the other. I could feel the slow heat building in my belly and my breathing had begun to quicken. Keeping up the stimulation on my breast, I moved my other fingers down to pinch and spread my labia apart. I gently stroked my fingers along the creases that my legs made with my pussy and I began gasping each time my fingers made contact with the outer edges of my hyper-sensitive clit. Needing to up the ante at this point, I slowly inserted a finger into my trembling hole to the first, then second, and almost to the third knuckle, and then slowly pulled it back out again. Over and over I slowly repeated my in and out motion eventually adding another finger for more feeling. Now I needed to really ramp things up, so I quit playing with my breast and moved my other hand down and used my middle finger to softly circle my clit, while using my palm to massage the skin of my mons. I could feel my release start in my toes, and in the hair follicles on my head, and while I desperately wanted to speed things up I forced myself through sheer willpower to keep my slow, steady rhythm. I continued to slowly thrust my fingers in and out, and slightly increased pressure on my aching clit, and the tingling burn began to spread from my toes and hair throughout the rest of my body, and when it settled in my throbbing core I felt my climax explode. I couldn’t help but shut my eyes and my back arched uncontrollably, while a scream of pleasure was ripped out of my throat from the bottom of my lungs.

My body had nearly locked up and I was trembling with the fiery sensation of the most intense orgasm I had ever experienced rocketing though my very soul. Not wanting to let go of the sensation, I quickly moved my hands to my breasts and kneaded the soft flesh while also using my fingers to firmly pinch my rock hard nipples. The aftershock that then blasted through me pulled another pleasured scream from my throat as I extended the orgasm out for another minute or two. When I finally quit shaking and had collapsed back against the back of the tub, I was finally able to breathe regularly again. It had been the most incredible sexual experience of my young life; practically transcendent. I mean, one more climax like that and I probably could have opened my eyes and seen God, and probably could have said “Hi. How are you?” to him as well. Trust me ladies, strawberry bubble bath will do it for you every time.

Anyway, as much as I wanted to just lay there and glow in the aftermath of an epic masturbation, I knew that I was tight on time and I still had a ton to do to get ready. Sighing in disappointment, I drained my tub and used the hot shower to rinse off the rest of the bubbles, and reached out for my towel. Even drying off was turned into a sensual experience the way my body was reacting, and I again wished I had been recording the experience. Before I left the bathroom I stopped and replaced my piercings, making sure that each one hung cutely below my nipples in just the perfect position. My nipples were still so sensitive that I had a mini orgasm right there and had to pause between placing each piece. Tonight was going to be really special, I could feel it in my bones.

Back in my bedroom I jumped to the middle of my bed and grabbed the honey scented lotion on my night stand. Again, I love strawberries, but when you combine the strawberry with the honey lotion the smell on your skin is nearly hypnotic. I took my time and massaged the gentle lotion into my body, making sure that I hit every little spot that I could possibly reach. The rubbing between my toes, my smooth rounded calves, and my thighs started my pussy juices flowing again, and I poured more lotion into my hands so that I could move on to my upper body. I loved the feeling of my hands sliding over my smooth stomach and I relished the breathless gasps that were caused by massaging my breasts yet again. I shivered as I moved on to my arms and neck, and the rest of my body that I was able to get my own hands on. I thought that next time maybe Kelli could help me get the spots I could not reach, and maybe even help with some of the ones I could. That thought, while it made me smile with contentment, also surprised me. I had never had feelings like that for any woman, let alone Kelli, but I passed it off as a product of the amount of arousal that I was feeling at the moment. Whatever it was, I had put off things just long enough. It was time to put on my tail.

I knew that I needed to be hot and horny as hell so that I could get the tail piece inserted properly. I was going to take Cassandra’s advice and just use my own natural lubricants, but I knew that I really needed to get the juices flowing for this, so I went to my dresser and grabbed my tail, the stockings, and the shoes, because for some reason I have always found stockings and high heels to be really damn sexy. As an afterthought I also grabbed the pair of ears so I could really do this right. This time I decided to set up my phone to record what I was doing because I really wanted to watch this later, as I knew it would probably be really hot. After getting everything ready, I looked around my room and decided that a final touch was needed, so I lit all the candles I had placed around my room for my night with Alan, but had never taken down, and I turned down the lights just a bit to give the room a little more atmosphere. It was time.

As I thought this to myself I felt a pulse wash over me, almost a wave of energy, and the hairs on the back of my neck stood up on end. Whatever it was, it was a surprise, and just a tiny bit freaky, but after the burst of energy had passed I could feel nothing but the raging heat and desire in my body, just waiting for release. I had already hit record on my phone, so I walked over to my bed where I had laid out my things and I arched my back as I stretched for the camera, thrusting my breasts forward to a most prominent position. I turned slowly and then sat on the edge of the bed, and proceeded to put on the stockings, making sure to exaggerate each movement and placement of my hands and legs, rubbing them smooth even though there was no wrinkle in sight. I also made sure to position myself so that my swollen lips and the moist fluids that had begun to flow from my pussy were hidden from the camera just enough to incite the imagination and to build the tension for whoever watched this, just as much as the tension was building for me right now.

Buckling on the black school girl shoes was also something I found to be really sexy, and I crossed and uncrossed my legs several times to make sure the fit of the shoes was perfect and that the buckles and bows on them were in their place. I stood up then and gave the camera one more stretch, followed by a quick pirouette so that I could test out my balance on the heels I had just put on. God I felt like I was the sexiest thing in the world, and for a moment I was glad that things had worked out the way they had between Alan and me. I then reached down and fit the band with the cat ears onto my head and made sure that all but the ears was hidden in my hair. I took a short look in the mirror and could not help the shy pose I struck as I immediately realized I was actually lusting after my own body. It was a lust that was driven by an ever increasing heat in my center that was becoming more and more difficult to control.

Turning again to the camera I gave one more stretch and then started a gentle massage of my breasts, making sure that my heart shaped piercings were on full display, and then crawled up onto the bed in a very cat like manner. I had positioned myself on my side, propped up on one elbow with my toned thighs and ass pointed at the camera and my legs stretched out to display their full length. I reached around with my free hand then and parted my cheeks just enough to expose my now dripping pussy to the camera and I slowly plunged my middle finger into my eager hole, eliciting a moan of raw pleasure. I continued moving my finger in and out of my soaked labia, increasing my speed and swirling it around to make sure I hit every side of my tight canal, and to give the camera the much needed action it deserved. With every movement I got hotter and hotter, and my moans began to come in time with each thrust of my finger, and my speed got more and more rapid. With a final sharp cry my orgasm rolled over me and I trembled in ecstasy as I felt a burst of liquid squirt out from my throbbing pussy, and my head jerked back as I sighed out the rest of my release. My god I was getting really good at this.

I took a brief moment and slowly moved my hand up to my mouth and considered the finger that was now coated in my slick cum. I had never really had the desire to taste a female’s fluids before, and especially not my own, but I just could not help myself. The camera seemed to demand it, and so I inserted my finger into my mouth, slowly and gently cleaning my hand of the juices that were there. I was not sure what I expected to taste, but while it was a surprise the sharp tang and musky aftertaste were really pleasant and I realized I could not wait to do this again. But as much as I wanted to repeat this performance, I realized that the show must go on and that I was running out of time to be fully dressed.

I moved over onto the center of my bed then and leaned back against the pillows I had placed there, spreading my legs and shifting my hips so that my face, my pussy, and my little rosebud of an anus were in full view of the camera. Giving another sigh of pleasure, I used my left hand to start massaging my mons again, and used my middle finger to strum my red and swollen clit, and spent a few minutes with my right hand playing with my breasts and nipples to push my body to the next level. I could feel a near steady flow of my lubricating fluids now pouring out between my labia and I knew that it was now or never. I reached down with my right hand and picked up the black cone like attachment of the tail and forcibly rammed it between my labia as my left hand kept a steady circling on my clit. The cry that I could not help but give was almost primal in its intensity, and I rapidly stroked the tail plug in and out getting it coated and ready while I came yet again.

After this last shuddering orgasm I pulled out the tail plug and it was actually dripping with my cum with the lettering on its surface looking like it was on fire. I could feel the flow of my juice running in a near river over my pucker, and I placed the tip of the cone right against it and gave a slight push while still circling my clit with my left hand. The muscles of my sphincter did not want to yield easily and so I had to apply more and more force until I found the correct rhythm. I worked the cone centimeter by centimeter into my waiting ass and with each pulsing thrust of the tail I moaned in glorious pleasure. Again, again, again, again, again. Push, pause, push, pause, push, pause. My thrusts and my clitoral stimulation began speeding up together, faster and faster, with more and more need, and finally, with an ear shattering howl, the wide end of the cone slipped past my little rosebud and I climaxed a final time and then collapsed back on the bed in exhaustion.

I knew I was still recording, and I did not want to leave the camera with much dead air time and nothing going on, but I really did need a minute to get my breathing under control, and I wanted to relish in the fullness that the tail plug gave me. It was like I had been filled with warmth, and love, and home, and happiness, and my whole body tingled with energy. I took a bit of time to writhe and stretch, getting used to how my new attachment moved and felt, and each new movement brought me a new feeling of pleasure. I had never been much into anal play, but this was something else entirely. I got up then and shuffled up onto my hands and knees and wiggled my ass for the still recording camera so that the tail would swish and flick, and it would be clear to anyone who watched that I was soundly and delightfully plugged. I also used my hand to again sample some of my pussy fluids, partly for the camera but mostly because I wanted to taste them again, and because I would need to wipe much of it off before getting dressed.

I used a small towel that I had thought to bring to finish cleaning myself up, and put just a bit more lotion on my hands and arms to mask the odor of my marathon masturbation’s effects. I was constantly turning and moving so that the camera could get good views of my new tail and it felt kind of erotic to do so as well. I was now cleaned up enough so I picked up and slowly pulled on the black silk and lace panties that went with the costume, and I noticed that the back of the panties had a cutout with a button to accommodate the tail. I guess Cassandra knew me too well. I pulled on the frilly black and white lace skirt that stuck out stiffly from my body and belted it in place while giving my still erect nipples one more tweak for good measure. I bent over exaggeratedly to grab the corset/bustier top and gave my ass another shake for the camera, and then pulled on and cinched up the top, realizing that I would not need or wear a bra tonight. I then picked up the last accessories, pulling on the lace gloves and buckling the white and black lace collar around my neck, with the ruby prominently displayed in the hollow of my throat. I then turned saucily to the camera and bent over a touch at the hip and blew a kiss to the camera and walked out of the picture while giving a cheeky wink over my shoulder.

I turned off the recorder at that point and sent the file to my email and deleted it from my phone so that I could make sure that only someone I wanted to have the video would have access to it. I put on just a touch of makeup, but after looking in the mirror I realized that I did not need much to finish off my look. I then gathered up the few things I would need that night and put them in a small black clutch I had that went pretty well with the outfit. I also grabbed my laptop so that I could process the film I had made while waiting for Kelli. Sitting down on the edge of my couch I turned on my computer, then answered my phone when Kelli called. She told me she would be there it about ten minutes and I let her know that I was ready. I pulled up the video file on my computer and was able to quickly delete off the ends of the video where the camera was started and stopped, and saved it so that it could be viewed on my machine.

Not long after I had finished the quick editing job my doorbell rang, and I opened it and got my first look at Kelli in her costume. It was a hybrid between a foxhunt outfit and a steeplechase uniform and god did she fill it out well. Her hair was done up in a French braid and the rounded riding cap gave her head a very classic look. The red coat she wore was practically three sizes too small, and it forced the black lace bra to push a very nice amount of cleavage out of its top. The look was finished off with a boy short style bottom, thigh high black stockings, and high heeled knee length riding boots. And just for that added extra she was carrying a black leather riding crop in her right hand.

“So what do you think,” she asked in the brief moment that I was taking in her costume. She had her head turned to the side and was looking up in a mock fashionista pose, and had not seen me yet.

“My god Kelli, you are gorgeous!”

I said it, and I realized I really meant it. It was a fabulous outfit, but my first thought was when I would be able to take it off of her. Where the hell had that thought come from? At that moment Kelli turned back to me with a huge smile on her face and then her jaw fell open and whatever she had been about to say was lost as she could do nothing but stare at me. It made my heart soar with happiness that I had this effect on her, and I gave her a coquettish pose while slowly swaying my shoulders back and forth, looking at her with heavy lidded eyes.

“What do you think, Kelli?”

She reached out a trembling hand then, and placed it softly against my cheek, and I was compelled to close my eyes and rub myself into her touch with a soft sigh.

“Oh Myka. I can’t even think straight right now. I don’t know what to say but just, wow!”

I stepped back into the apartment then, taking her hand and drawing her in with me. As the door closed behind her I stepped away and did another pirouette just for her, making sure to give my tail a good shake for the full effect.

“Oh my god! You even have a tail! Can I see it?”

I nodded to her with a silly grin on my face and then turned around and bent over a bit so she could get a really good look.

“This looks so incredible Myka. What is it attached to? The dress, the panties?”

I turned around again and giggled a bit then answered in a loud whisper, “It’s attached to me.”

Kelli looked confused for a minute, and then her eyes widened and she gasped in shock.

“You mean it’s a…”

I nodded again with another giggle and topped it off with one more spin and shake.

“Cassandra gave that to you? When? And how the hell did you, or do you put it on,” Kelli asked, with what looked like an eager look in her eye.

“How much time do we have before we leave,” I asked.

“Well, we should probably go soon. Why?”

I sat her down on the couch and pulled my laptop in front of her and then said, “This takes just over 30 minutes to watch. I think we can afford to be a little bit late, and I really want you to see this.”

Kelli looked at me for a moment, and then nodded her assent, so I reached over and pushed play on the video file I had made. From the first seconds to the last kiss and wink Kelli did not move, and as I sat and watched her I could see the effects the video had caused. She could not control her breathing, and also gave out small moans and gasps at the really good bits. I was sitting on the edge of the couch, my hands demurely in my lap, waiting for the video to finish and to hear what my best friend thought of it, and that half an hour was one of the most erotic experiences in my life. Eventually the file ended and Kelli turned to me again with very wide eyes.

“Jesus Myka! That has got to be the hottest thing I have ever seen! I mean, I have no other words I can use. I have never been this turned on by anything, not to mention that it’s my best friend and a girl. You were really in character too. You sounded almost like a cat when you finished up that last time. And what was with the glowing writing on the plug and that black box near your bed? It got really bright.”

I reversed the video back a bit and I took a look myself, and sure enough, that weird fiery moving writing was glowing brightly on both the box and the tail plug, and I did indeed sound very cat like as I howled out the last orgasm.

“I don’t know. I guess I will have to go back to the shop later and ask Cassandra about it.”

Kelli then jumped up and grabbed me by the hand and said, “Yeah. Do that. But right now we have a party to get to and men to turn into drooling puddles of mush!”

I gave a laugh of agreement and followed Kelli out to her car, still hand in hand, glad that I was going to spend New Year’s with my best friend in the world.

By the time we got to the party it was already in full swing and we had to walk quite a ways from where we parked to get to the front door of the McAllister house. It was a really big place, and the grounds that it sat on made the area for the party even bigger, and the noise of people, music, and dancing was notable in the silent night air. The walk up to the house was also really fun because of the comments that Kelli and I were getting as we passed by, hand in hand. I really could not count the number of holy shits, the look at thats, and the oh my gods that passed our ears. It really made me feel good that we could cause eyes to pop out of nearly every male skull that glanced in our direction. We even caught a whispered comment or two from some of the girls that we passed as well, which inflated our egos even more. Finally we made it to the line to get in the door and we giggled excitedly to each other as we waited.

When it was our turn to get in we met a rather handsome gentleman in a nice sport coat and jeans who was seated at a table in front of the door.

He looked at us for a moment, and we both saw the brief flash of excitement in his eyes, as he said, “I need to see your IDs please.”

I took a quick look at Kelli and then turned back to him and said, “We have ID, but we are both nineteen so I don’t think it will help.”

What I had said made him chuckle a bit and then he looked at us intently as he spoke.

“Ok. You are right, your ID will not help. To drink at this little gathering you need one of these non-removable arm bands and you will not have one, so please stick to the non-alcoholic beverages please. My name is Bill, a friend of the McAllister’s, and a retired police detective. There are a few of us former cops here tonight, and if you are found with alcohol and do not have an arm band you will be escorted out to a waiting patrol car, joined very soon by the person who got the drink for you. Is this understood?”

Kelli and I both answered yes, and then Bill continued.

“Looking at your costumes, ladies, I need to tell you a few other things. First, please keep the public nudity to a minimum, but we do understand that the OCCASIONAL slip happens. Second, we understand that some attendees will feel the need to participate in, extracurricular physical activity this evening. If this is your choice, please use one of the many areas in this building or the other buildings on the estate that are private from the rest of the party. If this is your choice we also recommend that you protect yourself from any unwanted consequences of engaging in this type of physical activity. Again, is this understood?”

Kelli and I answered yes yet again.

“If you should have any trouble this evening, of any sort that makes you feel afraid or uncomfortable please find one of the designated chaperones, the ones with the yellow arm bands, and have them call me or one of the other former officers so that we can assist you. It’s very important that you are safe. Finally, I just need to say that if I was perhaps twenty years younger, we would probably have had a different conversation this evening. You both wear it very well indeed,” Bill said with a grin that made us both laugh in amusement.

“Now, I just need you both to find your name on one of these lists here, and sign next to it while Larry here takes your ticket. Your signature indicates that you were given the instructions that I have just given you, that you understood said instructions, and that you agree to all of the rules that will make this event fun and safe for everyone. Ok?”

We both nodded in the affirmative and found our names and signed, and the other attendant, Larry, took our tickets.

“Ok, ladies. Have fun,” Bill said, and ushered us into the house with a wave of his hand.

Kelli and I kept ahold of each other’s hands while we navigated the crowded party area, and we slowly moved our way to the back of the house and to the wide back lawn where the McAllister’s usually put up the large TV screen with the Times Square ball drop on it. It was one of our favorite parts of this party, counting down with the rest of the crowd as the New Year began and the old one ended. And the kissing of random strangers that was tradition at the start of the New Year was really fun too. We wanted to hurry because there was just over an hour left till midnight and we both wanted to dance a bit beforehand too.

The music was loud and the energy coming from the crowd was infectious as Kelli and I moved out onto the dance area in front of the giant screen. Neither of us could help but move and sway to the loud beats and swift music that the DJ was spinning for the crowd. He really knew how to work the floor and had everyone under his control; moving, gyrating, and shaking to his every whim. Kelli and I stayed as near to each other as we could, but some separation was inevitable as we continued to dance and party. I got to meet and move with several cute guys, and one or two really cute girls, and the thought suddenly hit me that I was really glad to be here tonight. I really needed to thank Kelli for making me show up, for insisting that I did not let Alan and Madeline’s actions dictate what I would do.

Nearing midnight, the DJ ended the current set and the mic was passed over to a young woman who had taken the stage with what were probably several friends. If I wasn’t mistaken, this was Jessica McAllister and her girlfriends, and she was about to make an announcement. I have to say that they all looked fabulous, dressed up as group of sexy Disney princesses. Their costumes were impeccable to say the least, and were damned provocative, so much so that Uncle Walt was probably turning in his grave in rage. I also noticed, however, that I seemed to be getting just as many looks as the girls on stage, if not more, and it made me smile with glee.

We had about ten more minutes till the drop when Jessica gave her speech. She spoke on behalf of her parents, and thanked everyone for coming out this evening. She expressed gratitude for all the help and support she had received leading up to her graduation. She thanked her friends and professors for all the good times. In short, she was a thankful and gracious host, and we gave her a well-deserved applause at the end. Then it moved into the last couple of minutes before the ball was to drop, and I started looking around desperately for Kelli so that we could ring in the New Year together. Time was getting really short, and no matter where I looked I could not see her, and I was starting to panic. The ball was flashing and now moving and the one minute timer was counting down on the screen, and I just stopped where I was, a little disappointed that I would not have my friend right next to me this year. The count continued to wind down as the energy in the crowd ramped up, and then the magic moment was upon us.

“HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!”

The roar of the crowd was deafening, and the cheers went on and on for at least half a minute, and then we all started turning and kissing those closest to us to welcome in the New Year and a fresh start for all. I do have to admit that it is a bit of a turn on to put my arms around, or my hands on, or push into complete strangers and plant memorable kisses on their waiting lips. The energy of the event is thrilling, and you never know how it will play out. For me it’s usually a firm closed mouth kiss, but there have been rare occasions where I have indulged in a softer, slightly open mouthed kiss. It just depends on the person I kiss. Tonight, however, it seemed like everyone was almost waiting in line to kiss me, and I made sure to do justice to my costume and curled the toes of both men and women alike. Then I was spun around so fast that I had to close my eyes and I was pushed firmly into another stranger’s waiting arms. To keep myself from stumbling I put my arms around their neck and felt for their lips, still with my eyes closed.

When our lips touched I felt an electric jolt rip through my entire body, and another of those weird energy pulses that I had felt earlier in the day. God was that appropriate, because it was one of the softest, most tender kisses that I had ever felt. I had no choice but to open my mouth in surrender and allow our hesitant tongues to gently play with each other for an ever so brief moment. I finally had the strength to open my eyes and I was stunned to be staring at the closed eyed face of my best friend, Kelli. Even in the midst of my surprise I could not back away from the kiss and I moved my hands to gently cup her cheeks. She then opened her eyes and they widened with shock, but she did not pull away. After a few more seconds we both released each other’s lips with an audible sigh and stepped back. The cheering and wolf whistles from the crowd that had cleared a space around us finally caught our notice and we both looked around with sheepish grins on our faces. We were giggling as we hugged each other which only made the crowd cheer louder for us, and then Kelli took me by the hand and moved us off to the side near the stage.

Kelli leaned close and spoke quietly to me, “Hey. We need to talk about this when we get home, ok?”

I nodded yes, but the worried look on my face gave away my confused emotional state.

“Oh sweetie,” Kelli said, “This will be a good talk, nothing to worry about. Now, however, there are some people that I need to go talk to. I promised them I would stop by and say hello tonight. Will you be ok alone for a little while?”

“Yeah, I think so,” I said after a short pause. “Let’s meet back here at the stage at 1:30. Will that be ok?”

Kelli reached out her hand and again gently brushed my cheek, “That will be perfect. What are you going to go do?”

“I think that I am going to go back inside and find the classic jazz floor. You know how much I like dancing to that, right?”

Kelli smiled at me and said, “Oh yeah I do. Go, have fun. I will see you in a little while.”

She then weaved her way through the crowd while I stood there for a minute watching her beautiful ass and giggling as she turned and blew me a kiss before disappearing from sight. I turned then and headed towards the house, eager to dance to what I considered to be some of the best music ever. I also felt a bit strange. It was like I was lighter on my feet, and like my senses, all of my senses, had gone into overdrive. I couldn’t explain it. It was weird, but I felt so damned good that I did not care. I also did not really notice a new feeling that was pulling me towards the house for a specific purpose that I was not yet aware of. In time I would get better at recognizing these feelings for what they were, but right now I just really wanted to get inside the house.

I moved inside from the lawn and followed the signs in the house that led to the lower level area where the jazz room was located, and as I descended the stairs the sounds of saxophone and horn, piano and drum, and the occasional clarinet greeted my ears and made my heart leap with joy. I nearly bounced all the way down the stairs which had the effect of making the few guys I passed on the way stare speechless at me. God this was a really fun night. I got to the bottom and moved out onto the dance floor, the sounds of good soulful music ringing in my ears, and quickly found myself a dance partner. We moved, and twisted, and turned, and twirled to the music and I was blissfully happy to be here. We danced for a couple songs, and then I picked up another partner, and then one more before I noticed him across the room.

At the end of the next song I moved off of the floor and stood back to watch the young man who had caught my attention. He had opted for a prohibition era speakeasy bartender costume, complete with the bowtie and garter on the sleeve of his shirt. He was sort of cute looking, but something was really drawing me to him at that moment. I moved through the crowd slowly, keeping my eyes on him as I moved wondering what it was that had me so interested in this boy. I paused then, as he walked up to a small group of girls that were sitting off to the side and leaned down with and offered hand, and I presumed that he had asked her to dance. She sort of flippantly waved him off while shaking her head, and he had a slightly hurt look as he straightened up and turned to one of the other ladies there. Again he bent down and offered a hand, but this girl looked right at him with a very scornful look and said something to him that made him jerk back like he had been shot. All of the other girls there started laughing at him then, and he hung his head and walked off to an empty couch and slumped down in defeat and I could see the start of a few tears forming in his eyes.

I was pissed now! Really, really pissed! What right did they have to wantonly crush this boy’s heart just because they thought he was beneath their notice? Fuck them. I then made my way purposefully over to his couch, my tail swaying and lashing about, and my ears twitching with irritation. When I got there I sat down next to this young man and finally got a good look at him. He had a short cut mop of sandy blonde hair, and wore glasses that, while functional, did not frame his face very well. His face was dusted with occasional freckles, and his ears did stick out a touch more than normal. He had a good frame to his body, however, and I agreed with my initial assessment. He was definitely cute, but was just in need of a bit of style advice, and a whole lot of confidence. The harpies that had rejected him probably did so because he was not as good looking as many of the other guests, and because his costume was thoughtful and intelligent rather than cool or sexy. Well they, and he, might learn a few things tonight.

I stuck out my hand to him and gave him my best mega-watt smile and said, “Hi! My name is Myka. What’s yours?”

He looked up at me in shock, and then looked around as if I might be talking to someone else nearby, and then silently he pointed back to himself with a questioning look on his face.

“Yes you, silly! What’s your name,” I asked again as I took his hand and shook it firmly.

He seemed a bit flustered at this and almost could not answer because I had placed my hand on his knee after the handshake.

“Umm… My name is… Uhh… My name is Paul.”

“Hi Paul. What do you think of the party so far?”

He still looked like a deer that was going to be eaten in a heartbeat by the wolf that was standing in front of him, and I really felt sorry for his hesitation.

“Uhh, it’s, uh, going really good. I think it is better than last year for sure.”

I smiled again at him, and then grabbed his hand and pulled him quickly to his feet.

“Paul, would you like to dance with me? I really want to dance some more, and I would love it if you did so with me.”

Again, he paused for a moment before blurting out, “Oh god yes! I mean, yes ma’am. I would be honored to dance with you.”

My heart did a little jump in my chest then at the reveal of his gentlemanly demeanor, and I silently wished a really bad round of misfortune on the bevy of bitches that had scorned Paul. They had no idea what they had missed, what a golden opportunity that they passed on. And with that thought Paul took me by the hand and led me out onto the floor to dance. And dance we did. Paul was a marvelous dancer and it was clear that he had at least had a number of lessons. It was easy to follow his lead, and he was able to smoothly transition between different songs, something which is really tough to do when you dance to jazz. I was having a blast and it was clear that Paul was having fun too. He was in his element and that gave anyone confidence in spades.

After a few dances I asked him if we could take a quick break for one song so that I could text my friend and ask her if I could be a little late in meeting her. Paul said it was ok and went to get us some drinks while I pulled out my phone and messaged Kelli.

“Having a ball, literally, dancing here. Can we make the meet up at 2:30? Is that too late?”

After a minute or so my phone dinged back, “Sounds great. I am SO HAPPY you are having a good time. See you in a while.”

I put my phone away just as Paul got back with a couple of drinks, and we were able to spend the next few minutes between songs talking.

“So Paul, where did you learn to dance like that? You’re really good.”

Paul blushed, and I sensed that he really had a hard time talking to girls when he hesitated a bit too long before answering.

“Well, umm, I’ve always liked jazz music, and my mom made sure to have me take lessons in dancing. She is a really good dancer too, and we would often practice together so…”

I gently laid my hand on his and smiled as I said, “That is so sweet, Paul. You don’t know how much it impresses a girl when a guy respects and loves his mother.”

Paul just blushed again, and I listened to my instincts so that I could push the conversation forward.

“Are you going to school here, and what is it you are planning to do?”

Paul hesitated again, but finally gave me a thoughtful look, “I am not currently taking classes, though my parents really wish I would. Right now I am thinking about what I want to do. I just turned nineteen a month ago, and I really wanted to just work for a while before going to college. I just don’t think that I’m ready for it yet. Do you think that’s ok?”

Paul looked at me, again with worry in his eye, probably thinking that I would not be interested in someone like him who is not even getting an education yet. In some ways it was frustrating trying to draw him out, but the more I was with him the more I could see of the man that was waiting to step forward. I was thrilled that the next song that the jazz DJ had decided to play was a long, slow, crooning saxophone number because I really wanted to get a bit closer with Paul, and this was my chance.

I rubbed the back of his hand gently and whispered to him, “Well of course it’s ok to try and find yourself first, and happy birthday Paul. Now come and dance with me again.”

The look of terror on his face as I pulled him up to dance to this delicious slow tune was sweet, and I pulled him out onto the floor despite his hesitation. When we got out onto the floor I put my hand up on his chest and took his other hand in mine and stepped in close so that we were pressed together, and I laid my head down on his chest while we began swaying together to the soft slow sound of the music.

“You can hold me a little tighter Paul. I won’t break,” I said, and I pulled the hand I was holding down a bit further so that his hand rested on my chest, making sure it was pressed into the swell of my breast that was pushing out over the top of my tight bustier.

Paul then pulled me a little closer at my urging, and I again sighed in contentment. I was right where I needed to be. I did notice, however, that Paul, even though I knew he was a great dancer, was too stiff and nervous in his movements. I even felt him trembling every now and again, and I wondered if he might be afraid. I glanced up at his face and his eyes were shut tight, and his face was a mask of concentration that he would not lift. My heart broke for this poor young man at that moment, and suddenly I knew what I needed to do as if I had always known.

I moved slightly and raised my head up near his ear and whispered to him, “Paul. How many girls have you dated,” and I received only a mumbled reply in return.

“It’s ok, Paul. You can tell me,” I softly coaxed and moved my hand to the other side of his face.

“I’ve only been on a few dates,” he muttered, with a crestfallen look in his adorable eyes.

I then stepped up my interrogation a notch and asked, “So you have never been with a girl? In a physical way?”

Again he muttered a no and it was clear that he now wanted to be anywhere but here with me. I was about to change that. I used the hand that was holding his to my breast to move it a bit lower and I started his hand gently massaging the firm flesh under my top. His eyes became bigger than dinner plates and his mouth hung open and I thought to myself, poor little Paul, your world is about to change.

I whispered to him again, “Paul, I know that sometimes people use some of the private rooms here in the house. Do you think there is one nearby that you and I might be able to use?”

Paul hesitated yet again and shuffled his feet before answering softly, “I, umm, guess we could use, uh, my room down here.”

“Your room? Wait, are you Jessica’s brother? Paul McAllister?”

I could see the hurt on his face as I realized who he was and that he was desperately trying to hide it. He tried to pull away in that brief moment and hide the tears in his eyes.

I held on to him and looked him straight in the eye and said, “Paul, your room sounds like a perfect idea. Please, take me there.”

He waited for just a moment longer and then turned to walk down one of the hallways here in the lower level. I continued to hold his hand as I let him lead me along until we came to a door at the end of the hall. I wondered how the family kept their private spaces private during the party, but Paul pulled out an electronic card that unlocked the door with a simple swipe.

“So, uhh, this is my room,” Paul said, as I quietly shut the door behind us. “Ok, so…”

And that was all that I let Paul get out as I moved forward and placed both hands on his face and silenced anything he was going to say with a heartfelt kiss. Even though he had little experience, and even though this was probably the scariest thing he had ever done, Paul kept kissing me like a champ. It was really so endearing. I broke the kiss and took a quick look around his room while he tried to overcome his shock. I could tell that the room was uniquely his. He really loved music, and with the keyboard equipment and music sheets over his desk and his dresser, I knew that music was his passion, but was probably afraid to tell his parents that. I moved over to one side of the room and motioned for him to sit beside me on his entertainment love seat, and as he sat down I took his hands in mine and silenced him with a shake of my head when he opened his mouth to speak.

“Paul, just listen to me for a little bit ok,” and he nodded at me, willing to let me talk.

“I want you to know that I am here because I want to be. No one has paid me, no one is recording this to play a prank on you, no one is setting you up. I know right now you are probably nervous as hell, and that is ok. It’s part of what makes you really cute. Now I’m going to be blunt for a bit. We are going to do a lot of kissing, we are going to do a lot of touching, and before we leave this room I guarantee that we are going to have sex. Is this ok with you?”

Paul looked like he had just been hit upside the head with a bat, but he still nodded his head yes.

“Paul, I am really glad you are letting me do this with you, and I’m just as excited as you are right now. Before we start though, I need you to know that I’ve been hurt recently, and I am not looking for a relationship right now, long or short term. That being said, can you keep our experience in the here and now, in this room, for this moment? Do you think you can do that?”

Paul opened his mouth without hesitating this time and hoarsely said, “Yeah. I mean yes. I can keep this in the here and now.”

“I hoped you would say that,” I said softly, and I pulled him down to my lips for another kiss.

We spent the next little while just kissing, sometimes with tongue, sometimes without, and I made sure that Paul learned to kiss other places on a girl’s face, such as behind the ears and down the neck, and my delighted shivers as his lips danced across my skin let him know that he was doing a great job.

“Myka, I just have to say right now, that the way you smell is driving me crazy. It’s been driving me crazy since I met you. It just seems to flow off your perfect skin and…”

I silenced him with another fierce kiss and then told him softly, “Remember that Paul. Always compliment a woman on how she smells and feels, and especially how she makes you feel.”

I then leaned up and whispered in his ear, “It will make them oh so wet for you Paul, just like I am now.”

At that point I indicated that he should help me get the fastenings of my top undone and I had him remove the bustier and set it aside. I almost giggled at the stunned reaction I got as he looked upon what were probably the first pair of breasts that he had ever seen in real life. There was wonder and desire in his eyes, and it made me warm and tingly inside, and cause me to bite my lower lip and turn my head away in a very coy manner.

“It’s ok,” I giggled, “Go ahead and touch them. I want you to.”

God it made my heart, and my pussy, ache to see him hesitate again, the uncertainty in his eyes at what was before him. The fact was that I really could not wait any longer. I was too turned on, so I reached out and pulled both of his hands to my fleshy breasts and used them to squeeze my two mounds in a very firm manner. I wanted to make sure that he knew that he did not have to be as gentle with them as he probably thought. As I let go of his hands and let him continue to explore and fondle me on his own, he kept up his massaging at just the right pressure and I moaned softly in rising desire. I made sure to keep his hands where they were, but pulled his head down to mine in a scorching kiss, our tongues dancing around each other, as I laid back on his small couch. The way he was kneading, pinching and rubbing my breasts was fantastic and my back arched involuntarily as we finally broke off the kiss.

I looked in his eyes and placed my hand again on his face and said, “Please, play with the nipples too. You can pull the piercings. I won’t break. And use your mouth too. Lots of other places to kiss.”

And kiss he did. Paul gently took first the right then the left nipple into his lips and pulled softly, eliciting another groan of pleasure from me, then he pulled my entire right nipple into his mouth and sucked pretty hard while his hand pulled and twisted on my left piercing. Again, my back arched and I cried out in ecstasy as I felt my panties become very damp. Though he had never done this before Paul was a quick study, and damn was he ruthless. He alternated nipples. He used his hands, his mouth, just his tongue, and he kissed me just below my collar and scMolestationd my skin with his teeth. I was burning hot from all that he was doing, and I think that Paul could sense it too. He finally grasped both nipples with his hands and rolled them between his fingers while pulling on them, and as he did this he leaned down to me again and kissed me, thrusting his tongue into my waiting mouth. It was that which pushed me over the edge. For the third time my back arched up as the burning heat that had been centered in my pussy raced out to the rest of my body, and I moaned out the orgasm Paul had just given me as I trembled underneath his touch.

“Uhh, are you ok,” he asked.

I couldn’t even answer so I grabbed the sides of his head and pulled him into me and kissed him within an inch of his life as the aftershocks of his glorious nipple play still burned through my body.

“OH GOD YES! I am definitely ok!”

And he grinned a little at that, realizing that for the first time in his life he had brought a woman to climax, and that she had really liked it. Damnit he was so sweet.

I pushed him up off my chest and gave him another coy smile as I said, “We have too many clothes on right now. Help me with my skirt, and then we need to get you undressed.”

With both of our hands we fumbled heatedly to get the fastenings on my skirt undone, and then I was able to stand up and shimmy out of the thing and stood there in a sexy pose in just my stockings, shoes, and panties. Paul looked like he had just had his fifth short circuit of the night and my tail swished back and forth in anticipation. I just could not wait anymore, however, and I pulled him up and started to unbutton his classical dress shirt as I placed gentle kisses along his neck, causing him to groan in his own desire. Soon I had Paul’s shirt open and I eagerly ran my hands across his chest, feeling the firm muscles that were underneath, and I shifted my kissing to his bared skin. While I was enjoying his bare chest, Paul shrugged his shirt off of his shoulders and wrapped his arms around me in a warm, tight embrace. It caused me to moan softly again and my ears twitched with anticipation of what was coming.

“Pull me close Paul,” I said, and I kissed him yet again as he crushed my chest to his and my sensitive nipples practically sang as they rubbed against his hot skin.

After he loosened his embrace, I kept up my fevered kissing of Paul’s wonderful mouth, and I pushed him gently towards his bed. I did not want to quit kissing him, because his tongue tasted so damn good, so I fumbled a lot when I tried to undo his pants without looking.

“Take your shoes off,” I commanded huskily, as I began to push his pants and his boxers over his hips, and Paul quickly complied.

His pants finally fell to the floor and I stood back and took a good long look at Paul, licking my lips in eagerness as I reached out to grasp his throbbing cock. He let out a low moan as I grasped the thick shaft, and I grinned as I slowly stroked gently up and down its length. Paul had his eyes closed and he was having trouble breathing regularly, and I relished the feeling of power that this gave me. But I was eager for much more. I pushed him down onto the bed and told him to move to the center, which he was able to do even though I was still distracting him with my tortuous stroking.

“Paul, I think you are really going to love this, so don’t hold back for anything. It will probably be quicker than you expect, but it will make things last much longer for the next round.”

“Next round,” Paul asked not really understanding yet.

“Yep,” I said, “Next round,” and then he lost the ability to speak as I knelt between his legs and ran my tongue up his shaft from base to tip.

Paul’s groans of pleasure spurred me on, and I continued my tongue lashing assault of his cock while also running my fingers over his thighs, around his balls, and through his pubic hair. I was slow and deliberate, taking my time to make sure I was tasting every inch of him and making sure that I was getting plenty of my saliva laid down for more lubrication. After a few minutes of this I finally swirled my tongue around the purple swelling of his glans and I was rewarded with a small taste of his delicious pre-cum, which made my tail swish back and forth in delight.

“Do you like this,” I asked.

“Oh my god, yes! This is… You are amazingly unreal!”

I smiled in delight as I pressed my lips down over the tip of his cock, and then used my tongue again to swirl as I began to slowly bob up and down, taking a little bit more of Paul’s length into my mouth each time. I told you before that blow jobs are not usually my thing, but right now in this moment, I had never tasted anything better than Paul’s throbbing cock. I was producing a lot of drool by this point, which just made everything slicker, and I increased the pace of my bobbing as well as my tongue movements. I could tell by the way Paul jerked and groaned at my every slurp that he was rapidly approaching his release, so I slowed down one last time and pressed my mouth down over his cock until my lips touched his pubic hair and his glans tickled the back of my throat. Just like I had done over one week ago, I started to hum and moan around his shaft and intensified my massage of his balls, while slowly bobbing up and down a couple of short inches. This was all it took as I felt Paul’s muscles tense and he began to shake as he erupted with spurt after spurt of sweet sticky cum. I moaned in pleasure as my throat greedily milked his shaft for every last drop, and I swallowed the whole of his enormous load.

Paul could only breathe, with eyes closed, as I pulled my mouth reluctantly off of his shaft and moved up on the bed to lay next to him and gently stroke his chest. I snuggled into his side and kissed him on the cheek, content for the next few minutes to just run my hand over his skin, feeling my ears quiver with their own pleasurable sensations.

After a few minutes I asked him, “Well, what do you think?”

He did not answer, but turned and grabbed my face and took my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss, not caring apparently that he could probably taste himself on my tongue.

“That was… Wow! That was the most amazing thing I have ever felt. Thank you so much for that Myka.”

I was thrilled at his reply, and it made me hot knowing that he felt the need to thank me, and that he remembered to use my name, and I told him so.

“Ok now. Paul, you are going to need a few minutes to recover, but I am really turned on right now and I need you to help me out, ok?”

He looked at me and nodded eagerly saying, “Just tell me what to do.”

“Well first, I need help getting my panties off,” I said and smiled as I turned over onto my stomach so that he could reach the button that was over the base of my tail.

Paul immediately rolled over a bit and got the button unfastened, and then he caused me to shiver in delight as he ran his hands over my ass and thighs. He remembered his lessons from earlier and planted soft kisses in the small of my back, and when he scratched and massaged the skin and fur at the base of my tail it made me shake as I mewled out a shriek of pleasure.

“Wow Myka, you are really sensitive there, and your tail is really incredible. I thought it was attached to your costume at first but now I am not sure what is holding it on.”

I giggled and coyly told him, “It’s just attached to me,” and his eyes widened in realization and wonder.

I rolled over then and directed him to help me remove my panties and he laughed softly as he spied my tattoo, and he reached out to touch it and I tensed up again as his fingers brushed over my mons.

My eyes then took on a serious and heavy lidded look and I spoke softly to him, “Paul. I just want you to use everything you have learned so far tonight. The best thing in most cases is to tease a girl until she cannot stand it anymore, and then move in to taste and lick and finish her off. You really can’t do anything wrong here as long as you are patient, but just know that this is going to feel really good for me.”

“What’s it going to taste like,” he asked innocently.

His honesty made me giggle, and I let him know that it was different for everybody.

“I don’t think it tastes bad, but it will probably be strange your first time. Just do the best you can and make up for the rest with your fingers and hands if it’s too much. You’ll do fine,” I said and gave him a gentle kiss before he moved down to my neck.

Paul started simply by going over everything he had already done. Neck, breasts, nipples, and lips were all kissed and licked, causing me to writhe as I felt the beginnings of my heat rise. He slowly kissed his way down my stomach, pausing to blow a little into my bellybutton, eliciting a pleasured gasp from me. His hands remained on my breasts, gently massaging, as he kissed and licked around my mons, paying special attention to my tattoo, and I could feel my heat rising even higher. I whimpered a bit as he bypassed my pussy and took his hands from my breasts, but I gasped even harder as he proceeded to gently lick each inner thigh from the top of my stockings nearly to my crease. Paul spent agonizing minutes working my body, and I was now writhing in pent up pleasure, my tail swishing and slapping the bed, impatient for him to take the next step.

Finally, after what seemed like hours, but was probably only a few short minutes, Paul ever so softly kissed my soaked and swollen labia and flicked them lightly with the tip of his tongue. I arched up and yowled out in a mini-orgasm that burst open like a firework, and then started involuntarily rocking my hips as he moved in with more and more of his fantastic tongue. I was panting and groaning constantly now, while Paul sucked the engorged lips into his mouth and used his hands to rub over my thigs and ass.

“Oh god Paul, this is so good,” I cried out. “Use your fingers to open me up and stick your tongue in me. I need it inside me, please.”

Paul gave my labia a couple more licks and then he did what I asked, spreading them with his fingers and plunging the length of his tongue into my dripping hole. I cried out again, as his mouth brought me to another brief orgasm, and I heard him groan in pleasure as my squirting juices coated his tongue. He was relentless, however, and despite my frenzied writhing continued to tongue fuck me to a third climax. My mind was in bliss, and then a white hot fire exploded behind my eyes as Paul had removed his tongue and had inserted a finger into my pussy and started to stroke it in and out. His tongue kept licking my slit while his finger moved in and out in a steady rhythm and I yowled again and again.

“Paul. Paul,” I gasped, “Use a second finger, and do you see that little nub like a nipple right there at the top? That’s my clit. Suck on it! Please god, suck on it, and don’t be too gentle.”

He didn’t say anything, but he sure did listen. I felt another finger join the one Paul was already pumping me with, and a few seconds later he added a third just for good measure. I groaned again and wrapped my legs around his chest and was running my right hand through his hair while my left hand played with my breasts. I was on fire, and set for a monumental climax that might even come close to the one I had when putting on my tail, when Paul suddenly sucked my clit into his mouth and lightly bit into it. I shrieked out as my orgasm took off like a runaway freight train, and Paul just kept sawing his fingers in and out of my pussy while still trying to suck my clit right off of my body. I shook and trembled so hard, and my hand in his hair tried to force his head in to my canal while over the course of the next two minutes I was floating on a mind numbing wave of orgasmic bliss. I could not speak. I could barely breathe, and was shaking so hard that I almost bucked Paul off of my hips.

“Ok! Ok! Ok baby! Stop, stop, stop. I can’t take anymore,” I gasped as I was patting his head and trying to push him away.

He drew his fingers slowly out of my pussy and then moved up beside my breathless body.

“Was that ok?”

I could not answer him. I didn’t have the capacity for rational thought at that moment. I did the only thing I could think of to do. I kissed him, hard. I had grabbed him by the back of the head and I pulled his lips to crush with mine, and our mouths opened to allow our tongues to fight with each other to see which one could wrap more around the other one. I trembled, and shook, and we kissed and kissed and kissed. I tasted my river of cum that had sprayed over his lips and chin, and just like earlier it was one of the best things that I had ever sampled. Our hands roamed over each other’s bodies, and we took very brief moments between kisses to breathe. Finally a few minutes later we were both resting and breathing heavy with our heads together and our noses touching each other, and it was nice to come down from that high together with our hearts pounding out a staccato rhythm.

While we were resting there for the moment I took a hold of his cock and gently began to stroke it, looking to get it ready because I desperately needed his length inside of me. Paul reached down too and held my hand as I rubbed up and down his shaft, in a way helping me jerk himself back to life. For someone who had never been with a girl, he was sure hitting all of the right buttons with me, and between the two of us he was ready to go again in a short few minutes. I kneeled up then and faced away from him, giving my ass a little shake while my tail swished back and forth in anticipation.

“Paul, I need you. I need you inside me right now,” I begged, and I beckoned him forward to my raised ass.

It only took a few fumbles before he got his cock in place, and I moaned out in bliss as he sank himself into my waiting pussy until he was balls deep. He was hesitating then, not moving an inch, and I could feel the gentle throb as his pulse shot through his buried dick. I was not sure what he was waiting for.

“Hey Paul, you can go ahead and move now. It’s going to feel great. Just start slow, but then speed up a lot and finally I want you to just pound into me hard. I’m going to need it hard right now, ok?”

Paul gave out his own moan of pleasure as he began to stroke in and out and he said to me, “Ok. I just wanted to feel you for a little bit. Sorry.”

“Oh Paul, don’t be sorry for that or anything. This is wonderful, and it’s just as much for you as it is for me, ok?”

Paul gave a quiet mmm hmm, and kept up his rhythm of stroking. He would pull out nearly to the tip and then slowly press back in until he bottomed out again. Out and in he went, his cock stimulating the walls of my canal on all sides, with his tip occasionally bumping against my cervix. I was in heaven, and my ears and tail were quivering with the mounting pleasure. I gasped suddenly as Paul increased his pace, but it was the massaging that he started doing at the base of my tail that got my insides singing. Out and in he went pulling and rubbing on my sensitive tail, my juices flowing down his balls as he continued to thrust. He picked up the pace even more, and I started to hear his balls and hips smacking my body as he used his strength to push as hard as he could.

The heat that was building in my center was almost ready to blossom and I cried out, “Just a little more. A little more! I’m nearly there.”

Then Paul did something totally unexpected and leaned over and roughly squeezed my breast while he was slamming into me. That broke the dam on my climax and I mewled out in pleasure as my body again shook and my pussy contracted around his cock in a frenzied rhythm. He had the presence of mind to slow down again at that point, and I let him continue his now gentle thrusting for a minute or two while I rode my aftershocks of pleasure. When I was done, I pulled away from him and he groaned in desire because he had not cum yet.

“Lay down on the bed baby, and I will ride us both to the finish line, ok?”

Paul nodded his head and laid down as I asked, allowing me to straddle him with my stockinged legs, and I reached back and guided him into my waiting pussy. We both moaned in unison as I sank to the bottom of his steel hard cock, and I began to slowly gyrate my hips while adding an extra up and down motion every now and then.

I looked down at him with half lidded eyes, my tail swishing over his legs, and asked, “This feel good?”

“Mmm hmm,” he answered as he lifted up his hands to gently massage my breasts.

We got ourselves back into another rhythm then, my gyrations and his short thrusts from rocking his hips back and forth. We were moving together in a perfect dance, Paul massaging my breasts while I reached back and tickled his balls. I could feel his body tensing with each movement, and I moaned whenever he gave an involuntary jerk, and I knew he must be close.

“Are you nearly there baby,” I asked, and he just nodded his head yes. “I’m almost there too so I’m going to speed up a bit, and I want you to cum with me, ok? I want you to cum inside me. Just let it go.”

Saying that I started moving my hips around faster while adding my own up and down motion. His thrusting pelvis became more demanding and urgent and I knew we were close. With a few final thrusts Paul’s body, pushed to the edge of his climax, sat up and grabbed me in a tight embrace and planted his lips on mine in a final sex fueled kiss. We both toppled over the orgasmic cliff at the exact same moment, moaning into each other’s mouths and shuddering in ecstasy while I felt spurt after spurt of Paul’s cum blast into my waiting canal. We kissed softly then, as we both came down one last time and looked into each other’s eyes with wonder and bliss while our racing heart beats pounded on in perfect synchronization.

We stayed there for a while, wrapped in each other’s arms, enjoying the afterglow and the sweat slick warmth of our bodies pressed together. It was the perfect counterpoint to all of the raw physical activity that preceded it, and I am sure that we both had the same sense of absolute contentment. Our blissful cuddling lasted only a few more minutes, though, and with another gentle kiss Paul laid me down on the bed as his softening shaft slipped out of the drenched folds of my overworked pussy.

“Wait here. I’ll be right back,” he said.

I laid there on his bed, my head on his pillows and watched as he made his way into his private bathroom. My mind and body were still tingling as I stretched a bit and let out a soft meow, feeling our combined fluids start to slowly slide out from between my labia. I couldn’t remember when sex had been this good. Paul had come back then with a couple of warm wet wash cloths, and proceeded to clean the both of us of the results of our love making. I was exhausted, and I could not have continued if I had wanted to, but Paul’s gentle ministrations as he washed our combined cum from my pussy and from between my legs was the most erotic experience that I had ever had. Afterwards, he laid beside me as I snuggled into his chest, and we spent another luxurious few minutes caressing and talking.

“You are so amazing Myka. Thank you again for all of this,” Paul said, and kissed me softly.

“You really don’t need to thank me, you sweet man, but you are welcome all the same,” and I kissed him back, enjoying running my hand over his chest and the feel of his muscles.

We talked then about many things, our hopes and dreams, post college life, the best restaurants around campus. Our initial passion giving way to a comfort with each other that felt like old friends who could tell each other anything. I could sense that we were certainly not going to fall in love, that was not for us, but that we had a bond now that could not be broken. I felt a strange feeling of accomplishment come over me and I realized then that my task was done here, though I was not sure what I really had done. It had become close to when I needed to be getting back to meet with Kelli by then, and when I thought of her my heart burst forth in an explosion of warmth for my very dearest friend.

“Oh Paul,” I sighed, “This has been absolutely wonderful, but I have to get dressed and meet my friend Kelli. If I don’t hurry she will be waiting and wondering what has happened to me.”

Paul stood up and then pulled me into his arms, princess style, and spun me around before kissing me and bringing me over to the couch where our clothes were.

“Then let’s get you dressed Miss Myka, and get you off to meet your friend.”

Now I know I said earlier that when Paul had cleaned us both after we had finished was the most erotic thing ever, but I was wrong. His gentle hands helping me to slowly put my outfit back on topped the washing by an order of magnitude. His soft hands pulling and buckling the fastenings of my clothes, the feel of his breath as he kissed my shoulders while making sure everything was in its place. My god I was in heaven yet again. If I had not needed to meet Kelli then I might have jumped him again just from that. The pinnacle was when he knelt behind me and slowly ran my panties up my legs and under my skirt, buttoning them into place around my twitching tail. I almost came from that alone, it was that damned hot. Too soon, however, he was also dressed and we left his room hand in hand.

“By the way Paul, I think you should talk to your parents about your love of music and your desire to pursue it. I believe they will understand more than you think they will,” I said, and I was not sure why I said it.

He leaned down and kissed the top of my head and replied, “You are probably right. I’ve just been too scared of what they might think. Just because you asked, I will sit down with them tomorrow.”

I was smiling brightly again, for the thousandth time that night, and I knew that I had pushed Paul just enough to nudge him onto a path that would bring him and others a great deal of joy. It was at that moment that I heard some guys near us as we were passing by the dance area. They were laughing, jeering, and making some damned hurtful comments, and it was clear that they were drunk.

“Dude, what the hell is she doing with him?”

“Don’t know man. Is she an escort? Guy like that had to have paid for her.”

“Yeah! She probably has every disease known to man, and now he does too.”

I was angry now. Scratch that. I was fucking PISSED as hell. Just because Paul had a look that said cute nerd, they assumed that he couldn’t possibly be with a girl like me. And their other brilliant conclusion, that if I was with him, then I must be a fucking prostitute really chapped my ass. I let go of Paul’s hand and spun to face them, the fury of a raging tiger burning in my eyes.

“Listen here you little dipshits. I don’t know what rock you all crawled out from under but…”

“Myka? Myka, what the fuck are you doing here?!?”

I knew that voice all too well, and I knew the face that it belonged to, though I wish I hadn’t. I had not seen Alan in almost two weeks, and while I knew that it was possible I might run into him here, I had hoped my luck would have been different. Oh well. I looked around the seating area again where the pricks and their dates were sitting and I noticed a very miserable looking Madeline sitting there as well. The fact that they had stayed together was a bit of a surprise to me, then Alan opened his mouth again and I just about spit lightning when he spoke.

“And what the fuck are you doing with a looser like this? You break up with me and it only takes you a couple of weeks to jump into the next bed you find. Jesus Myka, you are such a slut. I don’t know what I ever saw in you to begin…” SLAP.

Alan was drunk, and could not have seen it coming, but I doubt that he would have been intelligent enough to anticipate that slap if he had been stone cold sober. Some of his buddies had gotten up to assist him, but I was on fire.

“Don’t you DARE try to pin your fuck ups on me you piece of shit. I was not the one who couldn’t keep it in my pants, was not the one who went behind your back and was fucking your roommate. You want to know why I was with Paul tonight. Because he was honest. He was honest and kind, and he treated me like I was the best thing in the world, that I was a priceless relic to be cared for and treasured. I was with him because while we were together he was with me, and only me. You were probably with Madeline, or Cammy, or Sandra, or even Nikki in your head when we were in bed together. I would bet good money right now that you were sleeping with some of them before we got together and while we were together weren’t you?!?”

Alan’s uncomfortable silence, and the way he twitched when I had rattled of the names of some other girls that he had known let me know all I needed to know. God I had been so blind, so damned naïve.

“Just so you know, Paul was so kind and generous tonight that he thought of my pleasure before his own. With you I always felt like I had to ask for my turn, and you always made it feel like I should be grateful that you did what you did for me. I guess you can be really charming when you want something, because I fell for it hook, line and sinker, though I guess con-men are always charming aren’t they?”

One of Alan’s buddies stepped up then and decided to spout off as well.

“Listen here bitch. A skanky little cunt like you doesn’t have the right to talk shit about a guy like that for no reason. You need to apologize and learn your place.”

Oh it was so on now! I was about to step up to the plate and beat the ever loving piss out of this dickhead, and strangely I knew that I could if I had tried. Then Paul put his hand on my arm and squeezed gently, and I immediately felt my calm return.

“I need to ask you gentlemen to please say you are sorry to Miss Myka here. You are being very rude and I for one will not stand for it,” Paul said, with a confidence that I didn’t know he had.

“Fuck off kid, this isn’t your concern,” Alan said angrily, drunkenly backing up his friend.

“Ok, I can see that you are all really drunk, and we have an issue with some tempers, so again I will ask you to apologize to Myka, and then I think you need to leave the estate. The party is over for you gentlemen.”

“I call bullshit, pissant,” the buddy said. “You think you and your little whore are gonna make us go?”

“No actually, we are not. However…” Paul then looked over at the stairs as one of the yellow arm banded chaperones he had apparently texted walked into the room.

“Is there a problem here,” he asked, and suddenly everyone was quiet.

“No Nick, no real problem,” Paul said. “These gentlemen, however, have consumed entirely too much alcohol, I believe, and I asked them to leave the party after they were extraordinarily rude to Myka here. They have refused. Could you please escort them out, and as a precaution please make sure that we have their information so that they will not be able to get into any more parties we happen to have here.”

“You got it Mr. McAllister. Alright boys, you and your dates need to come with me. If you don’t I will call Bill, and then we will have trouble.”

Alan’s group looked taken aback at what was happening, but none of them were stupid enough to make a scene, and started to follow the yellow band out. There was still one little thing left that needed to be done, however.

I cleared my throat and addressed the chaperone, “Excuse me. I think you should call Bill anyway. Alan there,” and I pointed at my ex-boyfriend, “is certainly not drinking legally. I know for a fact that he will not be 21 for another three and a half months. Just thought you should know.”

“Thanks ma’am,” he said, as he took Alan by the arm. “We’ll make sure it’s taken care of.”

As they filed past us to head upstairs I reached out and pulled Madeline aside. I was still hurt, but even she did not deserve to be chained to a dick like Alan, no matter my feelings about it.

“Maddie, you need to go home. You need to stay away from Alan. You just saw what he is right?”

Madeline could do nothing but nod dumbly.

“Go home. Start new tomorrow. Find someone who makes you happy, and who you want to make happy. Find love, not a pale substitute,” I whispered to her as I drew her into a hug and kissed her on the forehead.

Madeline could do nothing but hold me and weep while I brushed her hair with my hand, and I felt myself turn a corner into a new way of thinking. I had power now. I had a purpose. I was not sure what it was, but I knew that by confronting Alan and forgiving Madeline I had been changed for the better and I now looked forward to what might be on the horizon.

I let go of Madeline and turned to Paul then and said, “Hey, I really have to go find Kelli. Can you make sure Madeline here gets home safely? She has had it really rough for a while and could use a friend.”

“You bet Myka.”

I then gave Madeline a kiss on the cheek, and gave Paul one last lingering kiss good bye and headed for the stairs.

“Hey Myka,” Paul called out, “Stop by sometime and say hi will you? And say hi to Kelli for me. I’d love to meet her sometime.”

“Will do,” I said as I gave Paul a jaunty wave and a wink, and then I turned and practically bounced up the stairs to go and find Kelli.

My heart was beating so hard that it felt like it was trying to burst out of my chest. I had not been this happy in a long time. What Paul and I had shared was fantastic but it was for that moment, and that moment only. Now, going to meet Kelli, I felt like I was headed home and that when we left here with each other that we would be complete. I did not understand the feeling, but I knew without a doubt that it was god’s honest truth and it had me skipping as I made my way back to the stage area. When I got there the crowd was much smaller, but the energy was still there and Kelli was not at our spot where we said we would meet. I was probably a bit early, or maybe she was a bit late, but I leaned against the stage and waited patiently for my friend to arrive.

It was as I was waiting there that a new feeling started to come over me, a feeling I have never felt before and never want to feel again. I was blindsided by a sense of dread that hit me like a bullet and was so overpowering that I cried out and collapsed to my knees, wanting to throw up. I did not know how but I knew in my very soul that Kelli was in trouble, a lot of damned trouble, and I desperately needed to find her.

“Hey are you ok,” one of the dancers asked, having come over to help me to my feet.

“No. NO. I have to find her NOW!” I cried, running away, leaving the poor person who had helped me standing there in confusion.

I ran, and ran, not knowing where I was running too. I had a feeling of where I needed to be, and so I followed my heart. I knew that if I was not fast enough then something bad was going to happen to Kelli, and that knowledge was threatening to tear me apart. My thoughts became clearer as I continued to run towards the unknown. She was that way, and I followed my gut. There behind some trees was one of the estate pool houses and I knew without a doubt Kelli was in there and that she needed me desperately. I ran like there was no tomorrow my tail lashing back and forth in anger, and my ears flattening against my head. I was ready to breathe fire, and if someone had been in my way they probably would have been hurt. Badly.

I made it up to the door of the pool house and I threw it open and rushed inside, dreading what I was going to find. The main room of the building still had a number of people there, watching TV, or just milling about talking, but I could not see Kelli as I looked around. I could see a big crowd upstairs as well, but I instinctively knew that was not where I was needed. I looked around again, and I could see that all of the side rooms still had a decent crowd in them, and I was getting panicked at this point. Then I saw it, a door on the far side of the pool house was closed, and I bolted to it as fast as my legs would move.

I threw open the door and rushed in, hoping that I was in time. There were five of them in the room, along with Kelli. She was leaning against a dresser with her head lolling back and forth, and she seemed to be humming something. Three of them were standing near the door, possibly in case someone like me had come in, one was holding Kelli so she didn’t fall over while the fifth had his pants down around his thighs and was fumbling with Kelli’s panties, trying to get them pulled down enough. Kelli opened her eyes then, and it was clear that something was wrong as she looked at me. She was not herself.

She raised a glass of something to me, sort of in a toast, and said, “Hey there. It’s my Pretty Kitty. Hi Pretty Kitty.”

The five of them turned to look and the one with his pants down asked, “Hey, who the hell are you? You here for some too?”

“Oh no,” I said, malice dripping from my every movement. “I’m here to get my friend, and then we are leaving so you need to get the fuck away from her right damn now!”

The piece of shit just looked at me for a second, and then started to laugh.

“I don’t think so. She ain’t done yet,” he said, then looked at the three closest to me. “Close the damn door, and hold her. She’s next,” and then he turned back to Kelli.

I am not sure what came over me, but I knew I was about to get violent. I crouched low and hissed as the three closest to the door all started to come at me. Kelli was in danger and I’d be damned if I would let anything happen to her. When the first of them got near enough and tried to reach out and grab me I struck with lightning reflexes I had never had. Within a blink I had him in a thumb lock and then kicked him in the balls three times before he knew he was supposed to fall. One had moved past me and was closing the door while the other one grabbed my arm. This poor fool had it worse than the first as I locked up his elbow while also kicking him in the balls, then I broke his nose. I wasn’t finished though. I swept his feet out from under him, and as he was falling I used his momentum to flip him over and I dislocated his shoulder with a sickening wrench of his arm, causing him to scream out in pain. The last doorman tried to back away at that point, fear now evident in his eyes, as I leaped forward in a front flip and broke his collarbone with a well-placed heel on my way down, and as an afterthought I kicked to the side and dislocated the shithead’s knee. He started screaming too.

I turned then and stalked towards the last two, the ones who had Kelli, and I’m sure that if a couple of the chaperones and one of Bill’s cop buddies hadn’t burst into the room at that moment these two would have died. The thing that scared me a bit was that for a very short time, I did not seem to care that I was going to tear them apart.

“What the hell is going on here,” the former cop shouted.

His tone and his question brought me up short, and I turned to him with my tail snapping back and forth in anger.

“I walked in on these pieces of shit trying to Molestation my friend, and when I told them to get the fuck away that moron told his goon squad here to grab me and that I was next. And you might want to call Bill here too because I think that whatever is in the glass my friend has is probably drugged.”

When I said this the other punk who was the one holding Kelli started to reach out to the cup she had, probably trying to dump it on the floor in the hopes it couldn’t be used as evidence.

I saw the movement and I whipped around to him and hissed at him, “You come even one inch closer to that cup you fuck wad and I will be on you in less than the time it takes you to say “holy shit” and I will break your scrawny neck.”

The former cop spoke out loudly again and said, “Stay away from that cup and back off right now, and get on the ground. You too,” as he indicated the ass wipe that still hadn’t been able to get his pants up. “And miss, you need to calm down too. I know you are pissed, but let us handle this ok?”

I looked at him for a minute and then I nodded in assent, and motioned that I would like to grab Kelli. He nodded yes and so I went over and grabbed my friend and moved her over so we could sit on the bed. I held Kelli to my side and gently stroked her hair, whispering to her that it was ok, that she was ok, and that I would never ever let anything happen to her.

She hugged me tight and said, “I know. You’re my Pretty Kitty. I love my Pretty Kitty,” and it was clear that it was going to take a while for the drugs to wear off.

All in all it took about fifteen minutes for Bill and some other active duty cops to get there and take the five assholes into custody. The drink that Kelli had been given was saved for evidence and when the cops searched Mr. Pantless they found a packet that had three or four more white pills in it, which combined with the drink would hopefully put these guys away for quite a while. Bill and a couple of other detectives took down my statement, and made sure they had my contact information, then let me get Kelli up so I could get her out of there.

“Hey Myka, before you go home, stop by the ER at Maddison Memorial. Annie is the charge nurse tonight I think. Have her draw up a blood sample from Kelli and tell her to process it as evidence and the precinct will stop by and get the rest of the sample and the results in a couple hours. Then get home and get some sleep, ok?”

“I’ll do that Bill, and thanks. By the way, could you let Paul know that I’m ok, and that Kelli is too? I don’t want him to worry when word spreads.”

Bill gave me a funny look then but said, “Sure Myka, will do.”

So I got Kelli up and to the car, and we got to the hospital without incident. It was maybe 45 minutes to get the blood and paperwork done, and then Kelli and I were headed home. We had her car but we were closer to my apartment, but I really needed to get some sleep and I was sure Kelli did too, so I headed to my place. It was a bit of a chore getting her out of the car and through my door due to the drug still having such an effect on her, but I managed. I sat her down on my bed while I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and get ready to sleep, and I stood there for a minute just looking into the mirror and thinking. My bright hazel eyes with their slit pupils stared back at me, and I mused on the events of the evening. Lots of fun, some beautiful and very erotic moments, and some scary, and I was again glad that I had Kelli here with me and that she was safe.

I made it back to my room and saw that Kelli had fallen over and was breathing gently, deep in slumber, and the sight of it made me tingly all over. I couldn’t let her sleep in that costume, though, and I was not sure if I could dress her in anything else at the moment, so I made the decision that she would just have to sleep naked, with me, in bed. God I was thrilled at that thought. I was able to sit her up enough to get her clothes off, and I got the covers pulled back and Kelli shifted to one side of my double bed. I looked down longingly at her nude form, and sighed a bit as I covered her up. I then got myself undressed, placing the maid outfit in my armchair and my shoes on the ground beside it, and with my tail swishing I crawled into bed beside my Kelli and snuggled up to her side and fell instantly asleep.

It was just a few hours later that I opened my eyes and looked into Kelli’s still sleeping face. She looked so calm and peaceful like that, and I could not help but kiss her forehead. I then untangled our legs, which had drawn together during the night, and rolled out of bed and headed for the bathroom. It had been a while and I really needed to use the toilet and wash my face. I flushed and then went to the sink and scrubbed my head and neck with cold water and soap, then dried my face off and looked in the mirror to start off my new day and my new year. I did a double take as my mouth dropped open in shock, because staring back at me was a girl with purple hair.

When the hell had I had time to dye my hair purple, and even dye my cat’s ears purple too? Wait a minute. Had I really slept with my cat ears still on? Oh god, did I sleep with the tail in too? No, I had just gone to the bathroom, and the tail plug would have prevented that. I turned around and felt for the tail I knew should not be there, but it was definitely there as my hand grasped it at its base. I gave a gentle tug to see if I could get it to come out smoothly, but it wouldn’t budge, and truth be told, pulling on it was kind of uncomfortable. It had to come out, however, and I gritted my teeth and gave a harder, steadier pull. All that I got for my effort was a lot of pain and a loud “mrroowww” that burst out of my mouth and I turned my body so I could look at my back side in the mirror. There it was, my cat’s tail, as purple as my hair and ears, and when I cocked my leg up a little bit I saw that I also had a little puckered rosebud right where my anus should be. I had an attached tail, and an anus!?! What the fuck?

I turned back and faced the mirror again, leaned over and grabbed my ears and tried to pull off the headband that they were held to. Again, all I got for my effort was more pain and another startled cry. I moved my hair all around and could not find the band that had held the ears. There was nothing there but my head and my hair. I pushed my hair back from the side of my face, and when I looked I had no ears. I had lost my human ears. Oh my god! I was now officially panicking. What the hell had happened to me? Was it at the party, was it after the party? I had no fucking idea when this could have happened. I wasn’t this way with Paul, he would have said something, right? Then it hit me, and I knew who would have the answers. Cassandra!

I ran back into my room and the first thing I saw was Kelli, still asleep and looking as adorable as ever, and my heart fluttered in my chest as my tail flicked back and forth with pleasure. Oh god, what is happening to me? I moved then to my closet as quietly as I could and grabbed some things so I could get dressed. With a tail I realized that I would need some sweats so that I would have room to hide it in the leg. When I pulled them on, however, there were a few inches of extra fabric leftover at the bottom. I was frustrated as I rolled the waistband around a couple of times to take up the extra length, and tucked my tail down where it would not be seen, and where it was most comfortable at the moment. I then grabbed a bra and, again, like the sweats it was much too small. These clothes had fit yesterday, I cried to myself. God I needed to get to Cassandra’s.

Rather than think about it anymore I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over my head and slipped on a pair of deck shoes. At least those still fit. I then ran out the door, grabbing my keys and my wallet on the way to my car. I must have broken a dozen laws on the way to that mall, and at one light, as I looked in the mirror at my ears, still afraid that they were there, I finally noticed my eyes. They were a bright hazel, not the soft brown I remembered, and they were the eyes of a cat. HOLY FUCKING SHIT! I know that the ears, the tail, even the clothes changes should have been just as big of a shock, but the eyes were the proverbial straw. I had fucking cat’s eyes!

With tires screeching in protest, I finally turned into the parking lot of the small indoor mall, and came to a stop near the front door. I bolted out of my car, not caring if I got towed or not, and raced into the building and to the hall where Cassandra’s shop was. The mall itself was mostly deserted, though there were a couple of stores that had decided to be open on January First, but all I cared about was one shop down this hallway. I got there and nearly collapsed in shock because where that old wood and glass door with the brass knob had been was only a wall with a mural stating that that space was available to rent. This couldn’t be, it wasn’t happening. The shop had to be here. I ran and checked a couple of other hallways, but the first hall was the correct one. Finally I attracted the attention of a security guard and I asked him, with tears nearly starting to flow, where the shop that had been here a few days ago had gone.

He looked at me with a puzzled look and said, “Ma’am, there hasn’t been a tenant in this space for going on 3 years now. Are you sure this is the right wing, or even the right mall?”

“No, no, NO! It was here, like four days ago. A wood and glass door, with a brass knob, and the woman inside, Cassandra, sold vintage clothes and costumes.”

“I’m sorry miss, but again, this spot has been empty for a long time. Do you remember the name of this shop? I might be able to help call around and locate it.”

I sat down on the floor then and cried, not knowing what to do. After a few minutes I apologized to the obviously uncomfortable guard and dejectedly made my way back to my car. I was scared, and was not sure what was going to happen. What would my parents say? Oh god, what would Kelli, my sweet Kelli say? I cried all the way home and was grateful at least that when I got back to my bedroom and found Kelli there still asleep. I sighed as I looked at her still form, hoping with all my heart that she would understand. In the meantime, however, I decided to see if it was all of my clothes and not just the ones I had already tried. I stripped quickly, and quietly so as not to disturb Kelli, and then tried on nearly everything that I owned, clear down to my socks.

I couldn’t believe it, so I measured myself, and as far as I could tell I was a few inches shorter, a tiny bit wider and curvier in the hips, and I was a full cup size bigger in my breasts. Whatever had made me part cat had also changed my body in small, yet significant ways. My shoes and socks still fit, thank god for the small things, and some of my shirts, but everything else was too big or small depending on if it was my hips or my legs, not to mention that none of it could accommodate a tail. I was distraught and had no idea what I was going to do, and I just sat down on my bed next to my sleeping Kelli and put my head in my hands and hoped that the world might come crashing down and end my misery.

“Hey sweetie,” Kelli mumbled as she turned over and looked around, “Why are we both naked, and why is your hair purple? Did you decide to go out and get that done anyway this morning?”

I had started sobbing again at that point, desperately hoping that I might wake up from a dream. Instead I felt the bed shift some more and Kelli’s warm arms wrapped around me and she kissed me on the cheek as she held me tight, not caring that neither of us was dressed.

“Myka sweetie? Tell me what’s wrong. What’s going on?”

I looked up at her then, sniffling as I tried to speak with a quaver in my voice, “Look at me! Look at how I’ve changed! I have no Idea what the hell is going on.”

Kelli then squeezed me a bit tighter for a moment and kissed my cheek again and then sat back to give me a once over. She looked all over at my body there on the bed, and looked around the room at all of the clothes I had scattered about, then turned back to me.

“What are you talking about sweetie? I mean your hair is purple, yeah, but you are still the same as far as I can see.”

“What about these,” I cried, pointing at my ears. “And this, what about this,” while I pointed to my tail which was lashing in irritation.

Kelli chuckled at me a bit and said, “Well if you don’t like them all you have to do is take them off. The party is over.”

“I CAN’T take them off,” I shouted in frustration. “LOOK at them, really look.”

And with that I got up on all fours and nearly wiggled my ass in Kelli’s face while raising my tail.

“I don’t have a butt plug tail anymore, I have a tail AND an anus,” I cried then spun around so she could look at my head. “And there is no head band with these ears, just the ears. And can you explain this?”

I then pulled my hair aside and showed her the smooth skin where my human ears had been, and that I only had cat ears instead. I noticed that her eyes were darting over my new parts, as well as the rest of my nude form, and for some reason it made me feel that things might eventually be ok.

“And if that wasn’t enough, look at my eyes,” I said softly.

And she did. Kelli took my face in both hands, tilted my head up slightly, and looked into my cat’s eyes, deep into my cat’s eyes.

“My god, they’re beautiful,” she whispered, and then kissed me.

She had looked into my eyes, at my ears, and at my tail and she thought they were beautiful. And she kissed me. Oh my god she KISSED me! It was like the kiss from the party at midnight. Soft, tender, full of emotion, and it was for me. Just for me. I did the only thing I could do at that point and threw myself into her arms and kissed her back with more passion than I had felt for anyone before or since. In what was becoming a theme in my life, my new life, it was simply magical. I didn’t want to let her go, and I’m sure she did not want to let go of me either, so we spent perhaps twenty minutes in each other’s arms enjoying our lips and tongues, and the feelings that they were making together.

Kelli eventually pulled back and held me by both shoulders and got a very serious look on her face.

“Ok Myka. Now that we have established that the ears, the eyes and the tail are beautiful and amazing, if a little strange, what is the other reason for your crying?”

I looked at her dumbly for a moment, shocked that she didn’t care that I was now apparently part cat. The moment passed and I giggled a bit as I wiped my eyes with the back of my hand, and I looked at her and sighed. Kelli told me later that after I had giggled and placed my hands in my lap while kneeling there on my bed completely naked, my tail swishing and my ears twitching a little, that that was, and I quote, “The most goddamned fucking sexy thing that she had ever seen,” and that if I had meowed for her at that moment she probably would have jumped me and had her way with my body whether I wanted it or not. I told her I would have let her, and we lost the next two hours from that exchange.

As it was, I told her the problem with my clothes, that I had very little that fit now due to my new body sizes. I let her know of my conclusion that Cassandra probably had something to do with this, or at least had a lot of knowledge about it. Kelli nodded her head in agreement with that one. I also told her about my trip out to the mall earlier and of my encounter with the security guard who let me know Cassandra’s shop had never been there. Through all of this Kelli just listened and payed attention to what I was saying and let me vent for as long as I felt I needed to.

After I finished my complaining about my new situation she said, “Ok. Not much we can do about it right now sweetie so here is what we are going to do. We are going to cut a slit in your bath robe there to accommodate your tail, then I am going to get dressed using a pair of your shorts and a shirt because we are close enough in size. We are then going into the kitchen for some coffee and bagels, after which we are going to get ready to go out, and will probably have to jury rig an outfit for you so that we can get you some clothes that fit. We will worry about tailoring for your tail later. Got it?”

I just stared at her, stunned for a moment, as she walked over and grabbed a pair of scissors off of my desk and proceeded to cut a large slit in the back of my bath robe before tossing it to me. Then she got dressed using some of my clothes that fit her reasonably well.

“Jesus Myka, just put it on and let’s go eat.”

“But with this slit it is going to separate too much!”

“Sweetie, that is not a problem because it will just allow me to have another look at your luscious ass.

My mouth fell open in surprise and I just couldn’t help but burst out laughing, so I hurried and put on the robe as Kelli bounced out of my room while turning to me and crooking her finger for me to follow. I wasn’t sure what it was, but I felt the need to follow her without hesitation and so I did. I followed her right into the kitchen where we made coffee and we talked. She asked me about the end of the party because she said her memory was kind of fuzzy about that, and I told her the story of how I found her. She was surprised and as I continued the story she got a little bit pissed. She thought it was cool when I told her how I had beat the shit out of the flunkies and asked me to remind her to send a thank you to Bill and his friends for making sure we were ok. And she hugged me then and whispered her thanks to me over and over. We held each other for a bit, just luxuriating in the magic of that silent embrace, and it was in the middle of our blissful reverie that someone knocked on our door.

“It’s probably the police needing to get more information from us,” I said as I went to the living room and opened the door.

I couldn’t speak for a moment, so great was my surprise. Standing there at my door was Cassandra, looking impeccable in one of her vintage dresses, and holding several bags and boxes in her arms. Standing there, looking at her in silence, I could see the amusement on her face, and something that looked like hope behind her eyes.

“May I come in,” Cassandra politely asked, and I silently stepped aside and motioned her into my place.

“Hey sweetie, who is it,” Kelli asked as she came around the corner, and was also silenced in shock as I had been.

Cassandra moved into my living room and sat down on my love seat after she had deposited her bags and things near my coffee table. Still unable to speak, Kelli and I sat together on my couch and held each other’s hand, and Cassandra looked at us with approval written across her face.

“I suppose you have several questions for me, both of you. First, though, these bags and boxes are for you Myka.”

My tongue finally loosed itself and I asked, “What for?”

“Why New Year’s presents dear Myka. I realized that with the changes that were probably going to happen you would need a new wardrobe. This should get you started, and will all fit your current body and all of its relevant parts, meaning plenty of tail holes. You have probably noticed that you are a bit shorter as well so I also got you several pairs of heels. And this bag is for you Kelli. I guessed you would probably be here and I grabbed a couple of changes of clothes for you too so you don’t have to go home right away.”

With my silence broken I needed answers so I blurted out, “Why did you do this to me? How did you do this to me?”

Cassandra steepled her fingers and then said to the both of us, “I can answer most of your questions but it is a complicated story, and parts of it you will find hard to believe. Are you both willing to listen with an open mind?”

I looked over at Kelli and we came to a silent agreement, both of us turning to Cassandra and nodding.

“Well, first thing you need to know, though you probably already suspect it, is that I am a witch. Yes, witches exist. We come in all shapes and sizes, and some are good and some are bad, and yes magic has been around for a long time. Those are general answers and are only secondary to our purpose. The most important thing you need to know is that my powers focus on aiding nature spirits, and the abilities that they possess. Me and my sisters have striven for years to bring back many of these nature spirits so that the world could benefit from their return. Are you ok with this so far?”

Kelli and I remained silent and again nodded yes.

“Good. When the time comes for one of the spirit essences that we have care over to come back into the world my sisters and I simply follow our instincts which lead us to the place we need to be to meet with the new caretaker. You, Myka, were the first new caretaker in over eighty years.”

I looked at Cassandra in surprise and asked, “Why? Why am I a caretaker?”

“Firstly, we do not know why or how caretakers are chosen by an essence, but we do know that every choice made so far has been the correct one. Secondly, you are no longer a caretaker, Myka, you have already chosen your aspect. You are one step away from fully becoming a new Neko.”

“A neko,” I asked, “Like in those Japanese cartoons?

“Yes. Exactly so. We are not sure why, but the origins of the Neko were remembered longest in Japan. It might have to do with the religions they had that dealt mainly with nature and nature spirits. The old ways thrived for a very long time in Japan and that probably led to the Neko entering Japanese popular culture. In truth I and my sisters are not even sure what original name the Neko had, but each culture throughout time had its own name for these spirits. We have just chosen to use the term Neko because it has almost completely moved into the global popular culture, and that makes it convenient. Other than the obvious changes to your body, Myka, you also ended up with what we believe is the dominant body type for Neko. Height on the short side, a little extra curve in the hips, and bigger than average breasts for the body type. It seems to be the norm for Neko”

Kelli asked, “Why did you pick Myka, then. How did you know it was her?”

“As I told you, we don’t pick, the spirit essence does. All I knew is that I had to be in that mall on that day and that I would meet a caretaker. As to how I recognized it was Myka, she was the first one to come into that shop the entire day. In fact I would hazard a guess that until she entered that she was probably the only one who could have seen it. My suspicions were confirmed after I touched you Myka, when I was measuring you. That spark and the electric feeling are unmistakable.”

“So that’s what that was.”

“Yes. It let me know you were a caretaker, and I had known previously what costume you would need. That’s the way it works. Oddly enough I also knew what Kelli needed, but I have that figured out now and will explain in a moment. And before you left my shop I made sure to give you the totem that activated the bonding spell. That was the tail and the ears, although the ears are mainly just an artifact to help facilitate the physical changes. The tail held the power, and the main spell, which you felt when you accepted it for the first time.”

I lowered my head and blushed as I recalled the experience I had had with the tail.

“You had also already chosen an aspect for your bonding unconsciously, and partly before we even met.”

“Ok. What the hell is an aspect, and which one did I apparently choose,” I asked in slight irritation.

“Why the aspect of love dear Myka.”

“Love,” I cried, “How do you even know that?”

“I can explain that, but first you need to stand and remove your robe please.”

I looked at Cassandra in surprise, and then at Kelli who just shrugged, not sure what to do.

“You want me to do what,” I asked, very hesitant to do so.

Cassandra had an irritated look on her face and she snapped at me, “I said stand up, and strip. Now!”

The power that was in her sharp voice was unbelievable. It was so strong, and I found that I could not ignore its command. I did as she asked and stood while letting my robe fall to the floor, baring my body to her and to Kelli. I marveled at how she had done that to me.

“I am sorry dear Myka, but the Neko spirit and your personality bonded together are going to require a strong hand on occasion. Know that I care for you, but right now I need to be firm until you are fully bonded. Now, look at your body Myka, and you as well Kelli and tell me what you see.”

We both looked at my body for a moment or two, but could not come up with anything out of the ordinary besides my tail and ears. We were not sure what we were supposed to be looking for and we let Cassandra know this.

She sighed a bit then and said, “Look again. Look at the adornments you chose dear Myka, the piercings and the body art. Both are a touch edgy and a bit feisty, which fits your personality and that of a Neko, but why did you choose a heart as the motif for both. A heart, the universal symbol of love. The perfect costume for your night was that of a maid. A very sexy maid at that, but a costume that represented a person who serves. Service itself is most often another form of love. The totem that initiated the bonding spell formed itself into an object of sexual pleasure for you, and sexual pleasure given and taken can also be a form of love”

Kelli and I sat there with our mouths open listening to this explanation, wondering if we were going nuts, but deep down I felt the truth of Cassandra’s words.

“The night you accepted the totem you had let go and were starting to love yourself again. That is what first activated the spell.”

“Was that the pulse of energy I felt, when I used the tail, and when Kelli and I kissed at the ball drop,” I asked.

“Yes, that was what it was. But the first pulse was just the initial activation of the spell. For the spell to proceed to the transformation you needed to recognize and kiss your soulmate, the one who makes you complete and would finalize your bond. I believe you said that you felt a similar pulse when you kissed Kelli at midnight?”

“Yeah I did,” I said, and Kelli nodded that she had felt it too.

“Good. For spells like this there are certain days that hold power enough to fuel the magic necessary. The solstices and equinoxes are four of them, and the hour when the old year dies and the new begins is another. There are a few others but they are not important to our discussion. So you kissed Kelli at a point of great power and the activated spell in you recognized her and began the process of transformation. If Kelli had not been there, if she was not your soulmate, or if you had not found your soulmate and kissed them then the spell would have broken after you had gone to sleep and you would not have the chance you now have. The totems would have become removable at that point.”

“So, we are soulmates,” Kelli asked in a hushed whisper.

“Of course you are,” Cassandra said and pointed at us. “Just look at the two of you.”

Apparently I had returned to my seat, though still naked, and Kelli and I had our hands wrapped around each other’s. I also had my head resting on her shoulder and my tail wrapped around her waist. We both looked at each other and giggled.

“That you are soulmates is not in question, but you both need to truly discover what that means to each of you. Now, there were a few other things that indicated to me that you had picked the aspect of love dear Myka. Your encounter with Paul, that dear boy. You gave him the opportunity to show you how he will treat a woman, and in essence the opportunity to show himself as well. You took him to your bosom and your bed and showed him how joyful and exciting physical love could be with the right person.”

Kelli leaned over and whispered to me with a grin, “You need to tell me all about Paul soon.”

Cassandra chuckled a bit and continued, “You showed him that not all women are inconsiderate trollops, and you allowed him to be both demanding and yet subservient to your needs as well. You defended him from those who would demean his reputation and you let him defend yours in his own way. Clearly love in many forms. You also forgave Madeline for her transgression against you, an act which activated much of the power you now possess. As for my final piece of evidence, it was your actions when you felt the danger that your soulmate was in. You rushed into that room, heedless of any possible danger, not knowing that the power to save you both was now in your hands. And if I am correct you would have accepted the very loss of your own life if it meant that Kelli left that building safely. Am I wrong?

I looked at her and softly said, “No. I would do anything for her.”

Kelli then leaned over and kissed me on the cheek and squeezed my hands tighter.

“Love, the aspect of love. It has been a long time since we have been graced with the presence of one who so embodies the many forms of love, and I believe that the world will be better for it. Now, this gift, this power comes with some benefits, and with a price.”

“What do I need to know then,” I asked.

“You first need to know that your bond is not yet complete. All Neko require a permanent bond to a human to remain in the world for more than a short period of time. Before the loss of the original spirits these bonds could be with anyone, however, once all but the essences of the spirits were lost the bond is now only possible with one’s soulmate. Fortunately you have found yours, however, you both need to understand your future bond before it can be forged and your time to do so is short. The next point of power is midnight at the spring equinox. For a few hours the transition of the seasons allows for enough power to be tapped and we will be able to forge the link.”

At this point Cassandra pulled another black box with the strange writing on it and placed it on the table before us.

“When you understand your bond, and what is required of it, this box will open, and not before. Inside rest the totems that will forge your soulmate bond and allow the bonded essence of the Neko to reach its full potential within Myka. If this bond is not formed by the equinox then the spell will be broken and you will go back to being just Myka. If the bond is formed, then certain things will happen. One is considered both a gift and a curse, and it is that you and your soulmate will no longer age, walking the Earth until the end of time. A gift because you spend the rest of time with your soulmate, but a curse in that all others you love or cherish will grow old and die. It is a hard path the Neko must walk.”

Kelli and I looked at each other and then nodded for Cassandra to continue.

“Another is that you will both be able to sense each other at all times, and will have a fairly accurate feeling of each other’s emotional states. This is mostly a gift, though it can be Pervert Exploitd, and it is where much of the legends and stories about the “mate-bond” with werewolves and such come from. And no, were do not exist as far as any of us know. You have already felt some of the other senses Myka, especially the pull to accomplish certain tasks related to the chosen aspect. Your encounter with Paul, and rescuing Kelli come to mind, though the incident with Kelli might also be related to the soulmate bond.”

“So that is what I felt that night. I just knew I needed to be with Paul, and to find Kelli. Wow.”

“And sometimes the things you do are subtle. Giving Paul the confidence to pursue his dreams and to involve his parents in them was part of that I think.”

“How the hell do you know about that,” I cried.

“Myka, until the bond with Kelli is formed or not, your Neko half is bound to this realm by me and my sisterhood so I will see and understand many things until then. There are a number of other powers that the various Neko possess, but our list is incomplete and so new abilities you develop will give us more knowledge. In general though, Myka, you will be faster, stronger, and tougher than most humans, and your senses will adjust to be very sensitive, essentially the best of the human and animal worlds with spirit enhancement. Another gift is that you will experience a vastly increased libido as an aspect of love, and it will be a gift to you and others.”

I nodded in understanding, but looked at Kelli, concerned about what she would think.

Cassandra addressed Kelli then, “Now the curse part of this pertains mostly to you Kelli. Myka is your soulmate, and you are hers, but as an aspect of love she will have to share what she is with many others. They will be given a portion of her love, in many forms both physical and non-physical. You will have to share her body, heart, and mind with many, most likely both men and women. The thing is that while many will share a part of Myka’s love, you Kelli, will be the only one who shares the entirety of her love both physical and non. Is this something you can do, that you can do for all of time?”

Kelli turned to me with tears in her eyes and kissed me deeply then said, “God yes! I love you so much Myka, and I didn’t realize how much until now. If I have to share parts of you with others then so be it. As long as the whole of you is mine, the whole of me is yours.” She then looked at me coyly and said, “Though it would be fun on occasion if you shared with me a few of those you share with. I think I would eventually like to meet Paul.”

When Kelli said this I could not help but giggle uncontrollably.

“Certainly I will share with you my love,” I said.

Cassandra then cleared her throat for attention and we turned back to her and let her continue.

“Another blessing is that you and your bonded mate will share much of your physical enhancement, including that related to disease and sickness. Though a Neko can be killed by violence, and the soulmate as well, usually the pair will be able to prevent this from happening by chance due to the power you will possess together. You will, however, need to be careful because there are those who are enemies of the power of the Neko and would seek to do you harm. My sisters and I will make sure you both have the necessary reading materials, and will help train you where we can, so that you will have the knowledge to be able to care for and defend each other.”

Again we nodded in understanding and gestured for Cassandra to continue.

“Another effect of the Neko spirit is that you can only become pregnant with your bond/soul mate. Seeing as your soul mate is another woman, my sisters and I suspect that as long as she participates and you both have the intention that you are seeking a child, the seed of a man may be used to attempt a pregnancy. Since a same sex bond has not happened yet we do not know if only one or both of you can get pregnant in this manner, or if Kelli will be free from pregnancy until it is chosen. We will research it as we can, but it may be up to you both and a lot of trial and error.”

Kelli giggled at me and said, “Sounds like fun.”

I laughed then and gave her a sloppy wet kiss just to embarrass her.

Cassandra coughed again, and continued “The other thing we know very little about is what types of children come from these pairings. Are they Neko, which would only be daughters as we have never run into a male Neko essence? If you have sons will they inherit anything from your spirit half? We just don’t know so please take this to heart before making any decisions along this line. Remember, if you bond, you will live for a very long time. Any children you have may or may not share your lifespan, and you might have to bury them alongside your other loved ones. That is why this bonding is both a gift and a curse. A blessing with a price, a very steep price. And only you two can decide if it’s worth paying.”

As Cassandra finished her explanation, Kelli and I looked at each other, wondering what the other was thinking.

Eventually I softly told her, “Let’s just take it one day at a time, and try and figure out what this bond thing means to us. Once we know, then we can decide if we will do this. Is that ok?”

Kelli smiled at me and nodded, “Yeah sweetie that sounds wonderful.”

I then turned to Cassandra and said, “Thank you for all of this information, and for being patient with our lack of understanding. And even though I was shocked and angry at first, thank you so much for this chance, and for helping us find each other as soulmates.”

Cassandra smiled then and stood, as did we. She took each of us by the shoulders and gently kissed each of our foreheads.

“I am happy I was able to meet you both, and that we get the opportunity to help bring forth another essence. Now here,” she said as she pulled out a cell phone.

“This phone is enchanted so that only you two can use it, and it will let you keep in contact with me and my sisters. We will do what we can to stay in touch and get you any information you need when we can. Now I must go, but before I leave there is one more price I demand for all I have done for you both.”

Cassandra turned from the doorway then and grabbed Kelli and kissed her deeply with a passion and ferocity that surprised me, and did the same to me after she finished with my soulmate.

We stood there breathless as Cassandra winked at us and said, “The price is that you both will take me into your bed at least once after you form your bond. Agreed?”

Kelli and I looked at each other, mouths open in surprise, and then we giggled and nodded yes to Cassandra.

“Then I shall see you both at a later time,” she said and walked away, leaving us alone in the doorway.

“Wow,” I said to Kelli as I closed the door. “What do you think?”

“I think that I have not had a shower since yesterday morning and I want to get clean.”

Kelli then turned around and started walking back toward the bathroom, shedding her borrowed clothing as she went. Just before she got to the door, Kelli turned around and gave me a pointed look.

“Are you coming? You could use a shower too, and I certainly would like to wash my girlfriend’s hair.”

I grinned suddenly at Kelli’s offer and ran down the hall and threw my still naked body into her arms and kissed her while I wrapped my arms and legs around her lithe form. Kelli responded to the kiss, and moved us both into the bathroom before she set me down on the counter, our tongues fighting each other for dominance.

Breaking for air for just a moment I quietly asked, “Did you mean that Kelli? I’m your girlfriend?”

She gazed at me then with a loving look in her eyes and replied, “Of course I meant that. I have no idea what this soul bond mate whatsit is but we will figure it out. Until we do, though, know that I love you. I think I’ve always loved you, but I just didn’t know it until we kissed there at the party at midnight. It was a magical kiss in more ways than one, because it made me look at all of the time we have spent together, the happy times, the hurts, and everything in between, and I realized in that moment that if there was anyone on this Earth that I would ever want to give my heart, mind, soul, and body to, it was you. Only you.”

She was cupping my face in her hands by then, and I looked at her with a smile that would have lit up the city of Chicago. I was her girl, and she was mine.

“Oh my god! Myka, turn around and look at your teeth!”

I hopped off the counter and spun around to look in the mirror as I opened my mouth. Sure enough, I had small, sharpened feline like fangs on the top and bottom of my mouth. The rest of my teeth were normal, and perhaps a little straighter, but the four sharpened fangs were definitely there. They were subtle, and stayed mostly hidden unless I smiled really big, which means that Kelli would probably be seeing them a lot. I was prodding them with a finger, just to see what they were like when Kelli’s arms reached around my body and started playing with my heart shaped piercings while she planted soft kisses and gentle licks all around my neck. I dropped my hands to the counter and held on for dear life, because my knees suddenly felt like they would not be working for much longer.

“You are so beautiful and adorably fierce my little kitten,” Kelli whispered in my ear. “Maybe you will even bite me with those pretty teeth of yours on occasion. Thought not too hard, or I might have to spank you.”

I moaned in pleasure at both Kelli’s whisperings, and her expert stimulation of my nipples, and I felt my labia moisten even further as the musk of my arousal began to permeate the room. I was getting hot and I wanted my Kelli to take me, to claim me as her own. She seemed to figure out what it was that I wanted because she continued to play with one of my breasts while she moved her hand down to run a finger along the lips of my swollen pussy just before she slowly sank two fingers into my soaked depths. I yowled lowly in desire, sounding more and more like a cat, as her fingers started to curl back and forth inside my quivering canal, and Kelli giggled at my feline antics while she continued to stimulate my inner walls.

“Does my little pussy cat like it when I play with her pussy, or should I call it a kitty?

Kelli’s dirty talk in my ear had me almost as hot as her thrusting fingers and I mewled in reply, “You can call it whatever you want, just, please don’t stop.”

She didn’t stop. We stood there together, looking into the mirror at each other while she continued to fondle my breast and slide her now dripping fingers into and out of my now throbbing pussy. It was damned hot to see, and I started rocking my hips back and forth when she began nibbling at my neck and shoulder. We moved together then, in a gentle rhythm, bodies pressed together sharing our heat, our lust, our love, gazing into the reflections of our eyes, allowing our desires to spiral higher and higher as our breathing became heavier and heavier. The warmth in my center had been building in intensity for several minutes at that point, and I felt like I was ready to spontaneously combust as I reached back and caressed Kelli’s neck with my hand.

She then whispered into my ear one more time, “I love you Myka Ann Carlisle, my Pretty Kitty.”

That was all it took to send me over the edge, crashing into an explosion of orgasmic bliss. My back arched as I gripped Kelli’s neck like a vise, and I screeched in pleasure as I gushed out all over her hand. I spun to face her, moaning as her fingers were pulled from my still dripping hole and I crushed my mouth to hers, kissing her with a frenzy I had never known, shuddering with the aftershocks of my climax.

“And I love you Kelli Harrison,” I gasped when I finally pulled away from her face to breathe.

I then got a wicked look into my eyes and pulled the hand that was covered in my cum up to my mouth and used my tongue to clean her of my fluids. Tasting myself again was still a treat, and I moaned at the pleasure of it.

“Hey,” Kelli said and pouted. “I wanted to taste that.”

Not one to let her be disappointed, I smeared the last remaining drops over my lips, and giggled as I began kissing her again. Kelli jumped into the kiss with relish and we tangled our tongues together, allowing her to get a sense of what I tasted like. Kelli gave a small groan of pleasure as she sucked my lower lip into her mouth, and then licked around my face to get as much of my juice into her mouth as possible.

“Wow! I didn’t think that would be so hot! I can’t wait to taste from the source,”

I coyly lowered my eyes and replied, “You can have a drink from my fountain any time you want.”

Kelli looked at me for a moment, and then burst out in uncontrollable giggling which was so infectious that I could not help but join in.

“Time to get showered now,” she said and turned on the water.

I stood behind her while we waited for the shower to heat up, my arms wrapped around her waist and my hands stroking her belly. I felt content with my breasts pressed into Kelli’s back and my head leaning on her shoulder, and I let my tail wrap around and stroke her leg. I was where I wanted to be.

The steam by then was becoming thick in the room, and so Kelli and I stepped into the tub together, allowing the deliciously hot water to flow over our bodies. We moved and turned, pressed together, almost dancing in that small space, and our water slicked bodies created a naughty friction that had both of our nipples standing at attention again. Even so, we both silently agreed to finish cleaning each other before moving on to more fun.

Have you ever showered with your lover, I mean really showered? Not the holy shit we are both late and lets just get it done type, but the kind of shower where you wash every last inch of skin, massage every muscle that can be touched by your hands, where the act of washing each other’s hair becomes a devastatingly erotic experience. If you haven’t had this kind of shower with your lover I highly recommend it. I got to help shave Kelli’s legs and under her arms, and to trim the adorably cute landing strip of pubic hair that she kept. Every movement of our hands as we applied the shave gel, every stroke of the razor, the feel of skin on her legs so silky smooth and slick that friction almost ceased to exist. I think Kelli had a couple of mini-orgasms just from shaving, and I know I certainly did. After finishing, and the blissful experience of drying each other’s bodies, we made our way back to my room and Kelli laid me out on the bed while keeling up and straddling my face.

“God, Myka, I need you so bad,” she crooned.

“Just lower yourself down a little more and I will take care of you love.”

Kelli nodded and dropped a few more inches, then brought her engorged pussy right to my mouth and I finally got my first real smell of her thick musk. I was so turned on by just her smell that both my mouth and my pussy began to water. I decided to have patience this time, however. Rather than dive right in and maul her dark red labia I started by gently blowing on her swollen clit, and through her strip of hair. I ran my hands up and down her thighs while doing this, using the lightest pressure I could knowing that the stimulation would become overwhelming. Every now and again I would move my hands around and squeeze Kelli’s ass cheeks, kneading them with a gentle force. My efforts were not unrewarded as she began to writhe and buck from my teasing ministrations, and a few small drops of her now flowing juices dropped to my chin.

The small taste I got from those few little drops made me greedy, however, and I ended my teasing actions, beginning to lightly lick each delicious labia until they separated and allowed my tongue to delve deeper into Kelli’s waiting canal. I know that I love the taste of my own sex when I have taken the opportunity to sample it, but Kelli’s sweet and tangy pussy was like ambrosia to me, and I tried to lap it up like a dying man in a desert oasis. By now she had started rocking her hips back and forth, moving her slit opposite my tongue, adding to the sensation she was feeling. I was eliciting a moan every time my tongue moved from the bottom to the top of her pussy, and they got louder as I added a slight flick of the tip over Kelli’s clit each time I passed it.

Kelli was flowing steady now, a river of juice coming from between her folds to bathe my tongue in its sweet nectar, and her constant moaning made my heart sing, knowing that I had this kind of effect on my dear lover. She leaned back then, and moved her hand so she could thrust a finger into my pussy which had become very wet once again. I groaned at the pleasurable sensation that I was now feeling, but I was able to keep going and I could tell that Kelli was getting close. With the next rock of her hips I decided it was time to throw her over the cliff, and I greedily sucked the hardened nub of her clit into my mouth and applied pressure while swirling it with the tip of my tongue.

“Oh my GOOODDDD,” Kelli cried out, as the rush of her climax tore through her, and I was bathed in another layer of her cum.

She was nearly convulsing at this point but had not taken her finger out of my own pussy. It was thrusting deep, in time with each of Kelli’s spasms, and that was bringing me terribly close to another wonderful release. With a quick thought I decided to try what Kelli had offered to me earlier, and before she came down from her orgasm I opened my mouth wide and gently bit down on her mons. It was not enough to break the skin, but it was enough of a surprise and a pinch that it caused Kelli to scream out as another blinding, white hot orgasm exploded within her. She convulsed one more time, and in doing so her finger jammed into my desperate pussy as deep as it could go and her thumb to pinch down on my clit. That was all I needed, and I yowled my own climax to the heavens as my legs and hips trembled in the euphoria rushing over, under, around and through every cell of my body.

We could not move for a while, Kelli sitting on my face and my hands at her back holding her to me. We both stayed as still as possible because the sensitivity caused by our lovemaking would cause us to tremble and shake with just the slightest movement. Our breathing was rapid, our hearts were trying to see which one would win in a sprint, and all we could hear was the rushing of blood in our ears. We were one, we were whole, we were finally complete.

Eventually, when we could move, Kelli rolled off of my face and stretched out and snuggled up to me. She greedily cleaned my cum off of her hand, and had the brightest smile on her face as she did so. I, however, was thoroughly coated in her juices.

Giggling then, Kelli looked at my drenched face and said, “We may have to take another shower.”

“I’m not sure we could survive that,” I said in a mock serious voice, and it only took a moment for the both of us to burst out in laughter at my comment.

So we compromised, and Kelli cleaned me off using one of my old t-shirts that probably needed to be washed anyway, and then she snuggled back up to me and laid her head on my shoulder. The next few hours were a blur of emotion, tenderness, lovemaking and bliss. We talked about school, boys, girls, and us. We spent lots of time exploring each other’s bodies, sometimes slow and gentle, sometimes frantic and full of burning need. We laughed together, cried tears of joy together, and whispered our deepest desires to each other.

That afternoon was full of memories, but it seemed to go by in a blur. I was most fond of the time we spent wrapped in each other’s arms napping, feeling Kelli’s breath on my neck as she was sleeping. I also found that I really enjoyed it when she played with my ears and my tail. Sometimes it tickled, and sometimes it got me hot, and it always made me writhe and mewl in pleasure. I loved that Kelli had this effect on me, and that I had a similar effect on her.

“So what do you want to do now,” I asked, after we had been in that bed together for much too long, yet not long enough.

She looked at me and thought for a minute then said, “Well, sweetie, I am really hungry and we have been exercising all damn day. I say we order Chinese food, and get washed up. Then I think you have a lot of new clothes that you need to model for me while you tell me about Paul, and when I get to meet him.”

Giggling a bit as I kissed her again I said, “Sounds like a plan.”

I got up from the bed, stretched luxuriously, and slowly walked to the door of our bedroom with my hips swaying, my ears twitching, and my tail swishing back and forth in a very seductive manner. I turned back to a kneeling Kelli and crooked my finger, telling her to follow me, then I ran down the hallway giggling as she chased after me, both of us excited to see what adventures the coming days would bring.

By Magical_Kitten