Black Cat (Part IV) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part IV)

... Ti’s arms.

“Dinner. Should be enough for all of us.” She walked by Ti, smiling first at him and then at me.

“Afghan mothers. Ask them to cook something and they will cook everything.”

I smiled back. Ti was still standing in the doorway, holding the container with his giant arms, looking outside.

“Ti, can you bring this to the kitchen? Thank you so much.”

Ti turned around. His face was… “confused” wasn’t enough. Helpless. Overwhelmed. Yes, buddy, meet the girls. This is what they do.

“Dan, are you feeling better? And Catherine, how is your… condition?”

“Come here, and I’ll give you a fistful of details…”

“I’m so happy to see that you are all well again - and even your voice is back!”

Ti slowly walked towards the kitchen. I joined him.

“Please stay. I know you are angry. Cat can be… a handful. But I swear to you she means well.”

“Man, I’ve been there before. Going to some place to meet some chick…”

I looked at him. Raised one eyebrow.

“Sorry, I mean… girl?”

“Better. You can put the stuff over here. I’m not sure what…”

“Oh leave this to me.” Narges opened her coat while she walked towards us and threw it over one of the chairs at the dining table.

“Can you just put everything on the table? Don’t worry about what goes where.”

“OK… uhm… Nargen?”

“Narges. My friends call me Nana.”

“OK… Narges…”

“Nana. When we eat together, call me Nana. Please.”

“Sorry, I was just about to…”

“Everything on the table. I’ll be right ...

... back with you.”

I helped Ti to take the food out of the container and place something like two dozen plates, bowls, and baskets on the table. It smelled fantastic. Something that looked like very thin pita bread. Dumplings covered in yogurt and sprinkled with mint leaves. Small skewers with meat, onions, and peppers. A stew, with a strong smell of cumin. Rice mixed with fruit, vegetables, and long, thin strips of grilled meat. Little cakes filled with a kind of porridge and dried fruit. And more. So much more.

For someone with hands like excavator buckets, Ti was exceptionally careful with each plate and bowl. He made sure that two plates with the same dish ended up on opposite sides of the table. Made sure that half a dozen sauces, dips, and oils with herbs were distributed evenly. Arranged the slices of bread like a fan.

“You’re doing great… I’ll be right back…”

I walked over to the couch. Cat and Narges were sitting next to each other, holding hands, Cat’s head on Narges' shoulder. Friends. I was relieved.

“Hey, Daddy!”

“I think you should… talk to your guest.”

“Yes. I will. But… where was I?”

Narges whispered something.

“Oh, yes. Nana: Biggest. Shit. Ever.”

Narges snorted into her hand.

“Catherine!”

“No, seriously. Got fucked by a man, now I can shit like a man.”

I put my finger on my lips. Cat looked at me, then at Ti a good 15 feet away at the table.

“And of course: got fisted by a psycho.”

She kissed Narges on her cheek. ...