Black Cat (Part II) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part II)

... such things. It’s not becoming of you.”

Cat turned to me: “Noticed how she didn’t say she doesn’t want to?”

I tensed up. Shook my head at her. Don’t.

“Catherine! I will leave. This is no longer funny!”

“And I wasn’t joking. Full honesty: I know what stories you read.”

Narges turned red… with embarrassment or anger?

“I didn’t spy. I really didn’t. You left your laptop open when the Evil Queen messed with you after swimming lessons.”

Me, confused: “Evil Queen?”

“Shhhh, hold that thought…”

“I’m sorry you had to see this, Catherine. But it was still private. You shouldn’t have looked.”

“I’m sorry. I thought it was your essay for lit and… I was looking for… uhm… inspiration.”

“And did you find inspiration?”

Narges looked at Cat, then at me. Her smile was back. Mischievous. Her skin tone returned to normal. Almost.

“Sure did… it was… unexpected.”

“Please don’t embarrass me any more, Catherine.”

She looked at me.

“I will be honest because we shouldn’t start our friendship with me telling half-truths. If you think less of me because of it, so be it.”

“Nana, there is no reason for shame. I read… magazines… when I was your age, too. Everybody does it.”

“Not in Afghanistan. Not in my family.”

“Everybody here does it. And you are here.”

“Not… stories like this…”

“Tell him what the story was about!”

Cat was almost jumping on the couch. Now it was my turn to give her a stern look.

“Please, Catherine…”

“Total honesty, ...

... remember… now spill it…”

“It was a story about a girl scout camp. And their scout leader. A man named Jack.”

Cat nudged Narges. She looked down, more to hide her smile than out of embarrassment.

“What were the names of the girl scouts, Nana?”

“I… I don’t remember…”

“Because there were so many of them?”

“Yes. One was named Tiffany. I think.”

“And how old were they, Nana?”

“Catherine…”

“The oldest was about my age, right?”

“Yes.”

“But some were younger?”

“Yes.”

“Much younger?”

“Yes.”

“Did you like the story?”

“yes.”

“Nana…”

Louder: “YES, I really liked it. I wanted to read how… a girl… has intercourse… with an older man… a much older man…”

“Not a girl, Nana… not a teenager… say it…”

“When a…kid ...has intercourse with an older man.”

Now Narges’ face was a dark shade of purple. But there was still this smile. Cat knew she wanted to say it. That it needed to get out. My girlfriend… amazing.

“It was very well written.”

“No shit. Nana, look at me.”

Narges looked up, turned her head to Cat. Only then could I see tears running down her face… but still, that smile. Complacent. Relaxed.

“The offer still stands. If you want to… watch… how an older man — Sorry, Daddy, no offense…”

“None taken”

“... fucks a — Daddy, not a word…”

I did a zip gesture in front of my mouth.

“...kid… then we would be honored to invite you. Now. Are you in or are you out?”

Narges answers, but it is inaudible.

“I can’t ...