Black Cat (Part I) - Sex Stories

Black Cat (Part I)

... she just wink at me?

“No, sorry, I didn’t mean it like that. I mean I like to be alone when I work. Most of it is pretty technical stuff and I can concentrate better when I’m alone. Plus, I can play the music I like, go for a snack or a walk whenever I want, I can even take a nap during work”

Cat’s face changed from a smile to “boooooring” and I stopped talking.

“Office is ok I guess. I don’t want to disturb you when you enjoy your alone time in the living room. And yeah, I kinda also work better when I’m alone”.

“You can give me your backpack and I take it upstairs. You can take a look around if you want”.

Cat picked up the backpack and handed it to me. She had to raise her arm to shoulder height so I could take the backpack from her. She looked up at me and the smile was back. Not the mischievous smile from before, but actually a warm, genuine smile.

“Thank you”.

I walked to the back of the living room.

“Didn’t you say you want to take it upstairs?” Cat asked with a puzzled expression.

“Yes. I have stairs inside the apartment”

“Of course you do”.

No one-two punch this time, still just a big smile. I felt butterflies in my stomach. I’m not into teenagers. I even stayed away from teen porn. But this was the first smile in a long, long time that really made my heart skip a beat. Damn.

I took the backpack upstairs, made sure that she hadn’t followed me. I took a quick look inside the backpack. There it was. A math book. I opened it. 6th ...

... grade. I closed it. I felt a lump in my stomach. A lump in my stomach and a strange tickling further down. Stop it. No way.

I went back down. Cat was standing at the window, looking outside.

“You have the same view as we do - but one story up really makes a difference.”

“If you like that, the view from the top floor is even better.”

“From your office?”

I paused. Damn.

“No, from… from my bedroom”.

Cat turned around. Looked at me, her smile had changed. Still warm but… I wish I hadn’t said anything. This was awkward.

“Good for you. Too bad I won’t see it then.”

“Yeah, sorry, I didn’t…”

“Shush, it’s ok”.

Had this kid just shushed me?

A long pause. Long enough to be uncomfortable.

“Would you like to have dinner with me? Sorry, I mean: what would you like for dinner?”

“I can grab a bite to eat at our place downstairs. But if you already have, like, prepared anything, that’s fine, too”

“No, not really. But if you like we can whip something up?”

“Pancakes?”

“Uhm… I think I have a waffle mix… but no pancake mix.”

“What do you mean, a ‘mix’?”

“This powder stuff, you add water and boom, waffle batter… or dough? I mean waffle stuff you can… fry?”

Cat’s grin got bigger and bigger while I talked.

“I mean pancakes. We can make pancakes. Not a mix. Pancakes. Cakes. In a pan. With batter we make”

“If you know how… I mean… if you’re in, I’m in”

Cat walked over to the fridge, opened it, looked inside.

“OK, I’ll scoot down and ...