Black Cat (Part II) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part II)

... worries. Doesn’t involve you. We meet here, and then we’ll see.”

“On a scale from 1 to 10, how… unusual… is this project?”

In a British accent: “This one goes up to 11”. Wink. Eyelashes.

A quote from Spinal Tap. And it sent shivers down my spine.

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Minutes later, the doorbell rang. I pressed the buzzer and we waited at the door. Cat next to me. Her arm wrapped around me. One evening together. One night together. One morning together. And I still forget how tiny this girl is. Her head leaned against the side of my chest. We stood there like a married couple waiting for their dinner guests.

I heard steps outside and opened the door and we stepped outside. I saw Narges’ back, coming up the stairs.

Was this a slightly taller clone of Cat? All in black, not a hoodie, more like a trenchcoat. Not a hood over her head but a black headscarf. A big handbag, like a sports bag. I saw white hands… not white, more like a light tone of copper. Narges made it to the top of the stairs and turned towards us.

Her face framed by the headscarf, giant horn-rimmed glasses, her face plain, with a stern look. Arabic? 5’5’’, maybe 5’6’’? I couldn’t see anything of her body under the long, heavy coat.

When she saw Cat: “Catherine! I am happy to see you!”

“Oh, come here, you old barn owl. I’ve missed you!”

Cat hugged her while Narges stood perfectly still, her arms hanging down her sides. She raised one arm and patted Cat on the back.

Cat took a step ...

... back. “Nana, this is Dan. My boyfriend!”

I freeze. It was one thing to say it in bed. It was a totally different thing to hear it said out loud for the first time in public. Even when “public” was just one small Muslim girl with an expression like Angela from “The Office”.

Narges looked at me. At my face. Then up and down my body.

I offered my hand: “Welcome. I’m very happy to meet one of Cat’s friends!”

Narges took my hand, a firm handshake from a tiny hand.

“Thank you for inviting me to your home. It is very nice to meet you, Sir!”

“No need for the ‘Sir’, just Dan.”

She let go of my hand.

“I was raised to address my elders with the respect they deserve, Sir”

And with this, she walked by me. I turned to Cat. Her mouth open in fake outrage, turning into a shit-eating grin. She bit her hand and pumped her fist.

Whispered: “Meet Nana. God, I love this little ray of sunshine”.

Cat walked in. I stood there. Took a deep breath. Went in and closed the door behind me.

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Narges took off her coat. Under it, she had the same kind of all-black coat, just with a slightly thinner and lighter fabric. Cat took her heavy coat and looked at me.

“You can put it over there.”

I looked at Narges. Tried to find words to describe her face. Not pretty. Certainly not ugly or anything. The best I could come up with was “proud”. She again stood still, her head following Cat, and then she looked back at me.

“You have a very nice home, Sir. ...