Black Cat (Part I) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part I)

... playing video games and even more hours watching old movies. All James Bond movies in a row. A complete Hammer box set in one long weekend. All seasons of The Sopranos and The Wire over Christmas and New Year’s.

In therapy-speak one would say that I needed this time to “heal”, but in guy speak, I needed this time to masturbate and feel sorry for myself. I started dating again after that… but (a) every single date I had after that year was a disaster (and I had this nagging feeling that the reason was me) and (b) Covid happened. Another two years wasted, more video games, more movies, and box sets of series I didn’t even like but I had run out of other stuff to watch.

And I hate to admit this, but then… something strange and unsettling happened. My libido went down. Like really down. I didn’t feel like dating. I didn’t get hard when I saw a beautiful woman. I got hard when I watched porn, but even that went from at least once a day to maybe once a week just to relieve some pressure. I didn’t even care what kind of porn it was, I only made sure that the girl looked nothing like Jenn. And for the last few months, even this had dwindled down. I can still hold an erection. But getting one takes a long time. I can still cum. But what used to be a decent-sized gob of cream is now more like a few drops. I went to see a doctor. Everything is ok. Great, so it’s all in my head. Just great.

I had taken the afternoon off to clean the place. I wasn’t really sure why, it certainly ...

... wasn’t dirty or untidy. But this was in fact the first time in… fuck… 5 years I had a guest. Apart from my mom who visits twice a year.

I made sure the fridge was stocked with all kinds of easy-to-make meals. My cooking skills are, let’s say: limited and I had grown used to living off takeout, sushi, Mac’n’Cheese, and pizza. Healthy diet, I know. Well sushi is healthy, isn’t it?

Cynthia had said that she would drop Cat off around 5. I still wasn’t sure what “drop off” meant. Cat says Hi, we do a formal handover and then she goes back downstairs to her room, and I check every half hour that she’s still there and that there are no guests? Or would she stay and I had to come up with something I can do with a… a… I still didn’t know how old she was. Asking felt like a real douchebag move. I remembered that Cynthia had sometimes mentioned something about Cat’s school but I couldn’t remember if she had ever mentioned a grade or which kind of school (high school probably?) or anything. Just another sign of what kind of loner I had become. Here’s pretty much the only person who comes even close to being a “friend” and I know nothing about her daughter, not even how old she is.

Should I put music on? If so, what kind would make me look cool and relaxed? Another thing I hate to admit, but I was genuinely nervous. I couldn’t even explain why exactly. Because this apartment was mine and mine alone and for the first time I would share it with somebody? Somebody I didn’t know and ...