Black Cat (Part II) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part II)

... virgin. No, I don’t think I have to be a virgin when I marry. If I marry. But I do think that it is special and I will only give it to… someone special.”

Me: “Nana, if I may…?”

“Yes, of course, Dan. Just don’t ask me to call you Daddy!”

There was that smile again. Cat saw it, too. She looked up at me, moved her eyes back to Narges.

“I agree with you. This is your decision. But how does this… like… jive with your religion?”

“I’m Muslim. But I’m not devout. Allah gave me a head to think for myself. The Q’uran is not an instruction manual. If you want devout, ask my sister.

And before you ask: I’m not wearing this dress because of my religion. Women in Afghanistan don’t wear dresses like this. They do have to cover up, but it’s different. Maybe you have seen it.”

I nodded.

“But I feel safe in it. When I came to America, the first thing I saw was some… lady… with her breasts almost falling out of her top and a very ugly painting on her lower back. I understand this is an acceptable look here. I prefer mine. I chose it. Not because of religion, not out of tradition. But from an online store. I like it. If Allah happens to agree, so be it.”

“Thank you for your honesty. Again.”

“You’re welcome — Daddy.” Not a wink, she just closed both eyes and opened them again.

Cat, in her little girl voice: “Oh, you homewrecker! He’s my Daddy!”

“Catherine, you are not the only one who can mess with people.”

Cat looked at me, again with her mock outrage, ...

... her mouth a big O.

“I apologize, Dan.”

“No worries. Messing with Cat is fun.”

“Then let’s see when you can ‘mess’ with me the next time, Mister!”

Cat got up and walked away.

“Cat… hey… it was a…”

Cat turned around. “Gotcha!”

And just dove back onto the sofa, on top of me, into my arms, and kissed me.

“What do you Americans say? ‘Get a room’?”

“We have a room and you’re sitting in it.”

“I can leave if the two of you need some… privacy.”

“...aaaaand I can still mess with you, you lovely emperor penguin.”

This was the first time Narges laughed. Really laughed. Her whole face lit up.

Cat sat up, leaned over to Narges, hugged her.

“I’m serious, Catherine. I can give the two of you some space. I know… no, I can imagine… no, I believe new love needs… room to grow.”

Cat put her head on Narges’ shoulder.

“We do have a hard time keeping our hands off each other. Right, Daddy?”

“Uhm… since we agreed on honesty here: yes, I can say for myself, I do have a hard time.”

“So, Nana… look at me…” Narges looked at Cat, a bit of the stern expression was back.

“I’m also serious, Nana. Dan and I will make love at some point. And if you want, you can stay. And watch.”

Time stood still. Narges’ face was a big question mark. Cat smiled, tilted her head. I just sat there because there was nothing to say or do. The ball was in the court.

“No, Catherine”, Narges said softly. “I couldn’t. This is between the two of you. And you shouldn’t offer ...