Black Cat (Part II) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part II)

... they put him in the ground.”

“Isn’t this love?”

“No. I have seen love. This was not love.”

“I understand.”

“I see the way Cat looks at you. It is one day?”

“Yes, one day”. I had to smile to myself. One day. Not even 24 hours yet.

“It could be a crush. I have seen her when she has a crush.”

I sat up straight. But I didn’t ask.

“But… my life lesson for today is: maybe there can be love even when two people are at… different seasons of their life.” I cringed. “This isn’t in any book.”

Now, for the first time, a really big smile… one she tried to hide.

“It is in some stories, but those are not… literature. They are for… entertainment.”

What was she talking about?

Narges regained her poise. Her face told me that she wished she hadn’t said this last part out loud. Interesting.

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Cat came back, a big plate of fruits and nuts, arranged in circles, mixed with peppermint leaves.

“This looks delicious, Kitty”. Damn. Cat. Not Kitty.

“Thank you, Daddy!” Ugh. And this was all going so well…

Narges, with raised eyebrows: “Daddy?”

“It’s a term of endearment. It is also sexy as fuck”

“Catherine!”

“Oh come on. Have a nut.”

“Thank you. I don’t like it when you use language like this.”

“Nana, I really don’t want to offend you. But I’ve known you long enough to know that you have… questions. And if I don’t push you out of your little veiled shell…”

“It’s not a veil, Cath…”

“...you’ll sit here all day, ...

... bottled up and not asking what you want to know.”

Today I learned: even with Narges, it is possible to have the last word.

“So here’s my offer: you ask anything you want to know. Anything. And we will answer honestly. No judgment. Well, not from us anyway.”

Cat winked at Narges. Narges looked profoundly uncomfortable. Cat knew her much better than I did - I didn’t know her at all. But this felt like a mistake.

Silence.

“Take a nut. Ask one question. One real question.”

Silence. But Narges did take a walnut from the plate. Put it between her lips. Chewed. Swallowed.

“Have you two been… intimate?”

“Yes. Depending on how you count, 2 to 6 times since yesterday”

“I see. This is a lot.”

“You betcha!”

Cat snuggled up to me, pulled her feet up on the couch.

“You are not a virgin anymore?”

“No, I handed in my card last night. Around 10.”

“Good.”

“Yes, it was very good”. Cat nudged Narges’ arm with her naked foot.

“Catherine!”

“New rule: stop saying ‘Catherine!’ every time I tell you the truth.”

“That’s not it. I meant it is good that you lost it with someone you care about.” Pause. “And if it was… good… then it is…”

“Good?”

“Yes.”

“Great talk”. Another nudge with her foot.

“Can I ask you a question now? I swear, nothing to trigger you.”

“Yes, Catherine.”

“Are you a virgin?”

“Glad it’s not a trigger question.” Narges sighed. “Yes, I am a virgin. No, I don’t think a man has the right to decide when I will stop being a ...