Black Cat (Part II) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part II)

... opened her arms and took her in.

“And I love you, too, Nana. Like, really really. I love that you want to protect me. But please, trust me on this. This is it. This is me. Nobody forced me to do anything.”

Pictures of last night came back… hitting Cat… spanking her bare ass… raping her…

I took another breath, walked over to them, and sat down on the other end of the couch.

“May I have a glass of water, please?”

I had just sat down and got up again.

“Yes, of course. Ice?”

“Yes, please. Thank you, Dan!”

“You’re most welcome, Narges.”

“Please, call me Nana. All my friends do.”

“But I’m your only…”

Narges looked at her. Cat stopped speaking. So you could have the last word with her.

I nodded at Narges. She nodded back. Cat was still hugging her and rested her head against Narges’ shoulder.

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We were sitting on the couch. Cat had already downed two big glasses of water - and that made me a tiny bit nervous. Narges was sitting like a statue, still, in perfect posture, looking around the room while we tried to make small talk.

“Nana, your English is very good. You said you’ve been here for just a year?”

“I went to an American school in Kabul. My father and my brother were working with the Americans, with some… not a general, but an important soldier. The soldiers got me into that school. When my father got sick, they helped us to move to the US for surgery and… chemotherapy. But it was too late. The cancer was ...

... everywhere.”

“I’m very sorry to hear this, Nana. So you’re here with your mother and brother?”

“With my mother and my older sister. My brother died in Afghanistan. Bomb. Three months before we left for America.“

She said this without any discernible emotion in her voice. But her face betrayed her. This girl had seen more than I or Cat could imagine. No wonder her pride was so important to her.

“Again, I’m so sorry. I would like to say something… better… but I really can only say: sorry.”

“Dan, this is life. It is hard and Allah sends blessings and curses. And we have to learn to accept both.”

“Do you… like it here?”

“Yes. And No. I like that I can go to a normal school. I can learn, have a job later, or maybe study. This is not normal for girls in Afghanistan. It wasn’t even normal when the Americans were still there.”

“I know… this whole mess with the…”

“But I do know that many of you do not want me here. Somebody like me. People like my family. I’ve been here for a year. Nobody has greeted me, except if they had to. Nobody has invited us to share a meal. Neighbors looked down and mumbled when my mother invited them to dinner.”

Cat looked at her. Her face full of love. She wiped something off Narges’ face. A tear.

“Nana, would you and your family give Catherine and me the honor of joining us for dinner sometime?”

“Thank you, Sir. I will have to speak to my mother, but I can already say that we would feel blessed if you invited us to your home for ...