Black Cat (Part I) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part I)

... who probably thought that I’m a boring old fart who prevents her from having whatever kind of fun she would like to have on weekends?

The doorbell rang just a few minutes after 5. I opened, Cynthia stood there, already in her navy blue catering service uniform - and a visibly annoyed Cat next to her. 4’5’’, black backpack, black hoodie, hood up over her head and all I could see was a bored face and half-open eyes.

“Thanks again Dan… I’m really sorry, gotta run, the gal who offered me a ride to the harbor is already waiting downstairs. Now, Kitty, be good, ok. If you are, extra WiFi time. If you aren’t, extra dishwasher time. Are we clear?”

“Yes, Mom”. Cat’s voice sounded like that of a little girl, but there was something else. Just two words, but it sounded like a strange kind of grown-up poise.

“Hi Cat. I think we’ve never really met like for real… so… welcome. Come in”. It was bad enough that this sounded lame. It was even worse that my voice croaked like that of a teenager hitting puberty. What was wrong with me? I need to get out more.

Cynthia hugged Cat, looked at me, gave me a small but heartfelt nod, and took off. Cat walked by me, dropped her backpack on the floor, and took her hood off. I could only see her back, but her hair looked… cute. A little more than shoulder length, tied up into a high ponytail. It wasn’t curly, just straight and an even darker shade of black than her skin.

“Wow, this place is huge. You like live alone here?”

“Yes, I ...

... do. It was supposed to be a family home but…” Stop… too much information. She doesn’t care.

“Nice. I’ve never seen a room this big. You should see our living room… no, wait, you know it because you rent it out to us”. I don’t know if she meant it like that, but it did feel like a one-two punch. And with this, she turned around.

Damn. She was pretty. Like really, really pretty. Same deep dark skin as her mom. High cheekbones, delicate lips, a tiny nose, and the biggest eyes I have ever seen outside of Comics or weird AI art on Twitter (or X?). Dark eyes. Not brown, dark.

She sure didn’t look like a kid… but the rest of her body, the way the hoodie hung over her small frame and obviously had absolutely no curves to hide… how old was she? Anywhere between 10 and 20? As estimates go, this wasn’t really helpful, but was really the best I could come up with.

“Where can I put my stuff?”

“Depends what you have… if it’s like for homework, you can do it here at the dinner table or there’s an extra desk up in my office.”

“You have an office in here?”

“Yeah, I work from home.”

“Isn’t this like… lonely? That’s like being homeschooled. I know some homeschoolers. They’re weird as fuck”

One-two punch. Again. And should I say something about the swearing? Not my place.

“I like it this way. I like being alone”.

“Sorry for ruining your weekend then”. She said this with a big smile, first time I’ve actually seen her smile - or have any facial expression at all. Did ...