Little Cat

We were moving in and out with each other in the rhythm of fucking. Then for one second the girl stopped. I don’t know from where but she handed me this condom.

‘Put it on,’ she said.

My cock was pointing right at her asshole, not her pussy. My hands felt like they weren’t working right, my fingers were filled with jelly. The girl’s panties were still on, they were stuck in her ass crack because she was so wet. I started putting on the condom and she was moaning, I thought I heard her say do it do it. She was wiggling her ass and pumping her knees. I wanted to fuck her ass. She reached up to pull her panties off.

The girl was grinding her naked ass toward the head of my cock. I steadied her. I pushed my cock near the entrance of her hole and she pumped her ass up so I slid into the bottom of her pussy. Fuck, it was hot. She started grunting really deep. Her back looked like a slide. I reached around her waist and started feeling for her clit. It sounded like she was praying; saying yes, saying please, saying god. I just kept gripping her hips, going in and out fast. Sweat was running down my face.

Then she let go of her hold on the bed with one hand. She stuck her fingers in her mouth and started sucking. I thought she was trying to stop herself from screaming. She was pumping her whole body back and forth under the street light. I slammed her into my hips, I saw her ass shake. I was watching my prick going in and out of her but I couldn’t, I couldn’t, if I looked I was going to come. I just kept thrusting into that place, my balls were buzzing, fuck I was gonna come, I wanted to tell her how much I liked her right then, this dirty hot girl, I was fucking so hard, I was going to come way too fast, her ass was squeezing, still moving. I bit my lip. I was bolting my weight through the cave of her, coming …

We both fell forward onto her bed. I thought she was cursing. I didn’t know if she came or not. When I pushed up off her, I was breathing hard. She was writhing, still pumping, moaning fuck fuck fuck.

I was kneeling on the floor beside her bed. It smelled like food, like scrambled eggs or something. I thought it was the sheets. She pushed up off her stomach and turned around. Then she climbed on me and started showering my neck with these soft kitten kisses. I felt like an animal. My stomach churned.

‘Look,’ she whispered, holding my shoulders. ‘I want to talk for a while. Stay. Will you stay?’

‘Okay.’ I stared up at the ceiling. There was a long silence where I knew that she knew that I didn’t really want to.

The girl motioned me back up beside her. She pulled up the huge heap of covers at the foot of the bed. I got in and we lay down on our backs as she covered us with a bunch of the smelly sheets and also a plaid woollen blanket. She grabbed my hand tightly and laid it on her stomach. We were lying close enough together that her breast was touching my side.

‘Look … Look, I just … ’

She started to speak a few times like that, but nothing would come out. I lay there and stared at the ceiling. I noticed a hook for a painting coming out of the wall. She was trying and trying to speak but she kept swallowing her words.

‘Just tell me,’ I finally said. ‘It’s okay.’

‘Okay. Okay. I had this friend, he did it to me once … ’

‘What, like I just did?’

‘No, no. Not like that.’

‘Like what?’

‘I wanted to feel like that again … ’

‘Like what? Tell me.’

‘Do you really want to know?’

‘Yeah. I’m right here.’

I was stroking the back of her hand and playing with her fingers. Then I turned on my side and put my thigh over hers. She had gotten so worked up about something that she was shivering, even under all the covers.

‘I like being tied up,’ she said quickly. ‘He tied me up.’

‘How?’

‘How did the guy tie me up?’

‘Sure.’

‘I was looking at some pictures of girls

like that. I found this magazine, it was pictures of these girls hanging from the wall by hooks, from the ceiling by hooks, with their ankles up and their wrists knotted together. Girls with ropes between their legs, I mean, rope tied in knots all over their naked bodies and then the biggest knot was between their legs. Their knees were bent underneath them. Their elbows were stuck together. Those girls’ eyes were open, they couldn’t move, they were being watched! Someone was taking these pictures!’

‘Yeah, I’ve seen those kinds of things.’

‘So I bought myself some rope, because, I guess, I wanted to see, you know … ’