Black Cat (Part IV) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part IV)

... guy I had ever seen. Not the tallest. The biggest. Not quite my height, but at least two times my weight. “Fat” was the wrong word, he looked like a brick house. Camo shorts. Black T-shirt. You could see his… breasts? under it. Arms the size of my legs. Hands like frying pans. Short ginger hair. A bit of stubble on his giant, red face. He looked out of breath. Hauling something like 400 pounds up the stairs must’ve been quite an exercise.

I tried a smile. “You must be Ti! Welcome!”

He held on to the door frame with one hand (one giant hand). He looked at me. A bit puzzled. Well, coming to see a black girl and a middle-aged white guy opening the door…

“Is Cat in? I’m here for her laptop…”

Now it was my turn to look confused. So we just stood there and stared at each other.

Cat, chirping in the background: “Daddy, who is it?”. Cat… Dammit…

“Please come in. Cat is waiting for you.”

He stepped inside. Both his hips rubbed against the doorframe when he squeezed through. Jesus.

“Hi Ti! Sorry I couldn’t come to the door, I’m a bit… exhausted…”

“Workout?”

“Suppository. A big one.”

“What?”

“Just kidding. Have a seat.”

Ti was standing next to the couch. Hunched over. He looked like a giant next to petite little Kitty. Why did this make my cock twitch?

“Uhm… I just wanted to get the laptop and I’ll see if I can make it work ag…”

“It’s downstairs. But Ti… can you sit down, please?” Ti just stood there. “The laptop is… ok. No problem. I’m ...

... sorry, I know you make some extra money repairing tech stuff… and it was the best I could come up with to ask you to come here. I’m really sorry.”

“What?”

“The laptop is not why I wanted you to come and see me. Us.”

“Are you fucking kidding me? I walked like half an hour to get here!”

“I’m sorry, but I swear I will make it up to you.”

I cringed. Kitty… no. What had she been thinking?

Ti stood there. Even from the back, I could see that he was angry… furious. Breathing heavily.

“I’m outta here. I thought you were… fuck… fuck you!”

Me: “Ti, I’m not sure what’s going on here, but I don’t think we need to…”

He turned around, his eyes looked like he was about to cry, sweat was running down his forehead. “Fuck you too… you and your… your…”

Cat, softly: “You can say it, Ti.”

“You… you… “

“Say it. Tell me what I am…”

Now I could see a tear in his eye… not quite enough to roll down his cheeks, but enough to make him look like a hurt deer.

Ti stomped towards me. For a moment it looked like he wanted to walk right over me, but he stumbled to the right, walked past me, and opened the door.

“Oh Hello. It is Ti, right?”

I turned around. Narges, standing in the doorway, blocked Ti’s way. She was wearing the same kind of black coat and black headscarf, but these were clean and looked freshly ironed.

“Yes, I’m… Sorry, I was about to…”

“Be a dear and help me with this.” Narges lifted a plastic container the size of a suitcase and heaved it into ...