“Do you want to hear a fantasy, Goss?” asked Cathie.
I groaned. “I’m not sure I can take another fantasy of yours,” I said.
“It’s been two days and I’m still not fully recovered from the last
two fantasies.”
We were in the small kitchen of her house. Cathie was washing and I
was drying. She wore tight, almost new blue jeans that accentuated
the wideness of her hips and the protruding fullness of her buttocks.
They swelled and swelled in a pair of round curves. She’d managed to
splash soapy water on the front of her Harvard maroon shirt.
I’m not particularly affected by breasts. It just happened, as it
usually does for the female figure, her breasts were big and buoyant,
to balance her big ass, I guess. As unaffected as I am, I noticed that
her nipples were hard and erect through the soft material of her shirt.
I reached over and grabbed her right nipple between the forefinger and
thumb of my right hand, just feeling the rubbery protrusion.
Cathie shook her head to get her bangs out of her eyes. She had fine
black hair, cut in a pageboy that fell to her shoulders. Her hair framed
a perfectly smooth, white complexion. Her face was heart shaped, with
thick, luscious lips topped by a small straight nose and overly large,
deep brown eyes. Although I found her figure to be slightly overblown,
she had the most beautiful, delicate, porcelain face I’d ever seen.
“Ow,” she said, obviously referring to my fingers pinching her nipple.
“I’m going to have my period soon. My tits are ultra sensitive.”
I immediately let go.
“No,” she said. “Pinch the other one for awhile, Goss.”
Obediently, my right hand reached across her body and my fingers squeezed
her left nipple through the maroon shirt material.
“Do you want to hear my fantasy?” she asked again.
“Give me a break, Cath,” I said. “I just got home from work and ate
dinner.”
“Go get a beer from the fridge,” she told me. “A beer will loosen you up.”
I let go of her nipple with my right hand and flipped the dish towel
onto the counter. I got a beer out of the fridge and sipped at it.
Cathie continued to wipe dishes and put them in the rack. “Chug it,”
she said.
“It’s Monday night. Do I want to do that?” I asked.
“Yeah, chug it,” she said.
I chugged down the beer, then got another bottle from the fridge.
“Chug that one too,” she said, gazing out the window over the sink.
“How loose do you want me?” I asked, draining the bottle.
“Keep going,” Cathie told me.
I retrieved another bottle and started drinking it. I noticed the mauve
colors of the setting sun, shining through the window, were starting to
look a bit fuzzy around the edges.
“Maybe I’ll have a shower tonight,” Cathie said, draining the sink.
“Um, golden?” I asked, having connected the beer to the fantasy. I’m not
at all stupid.
“Maybe,” she answered.
We’d both read about golden showers but we’d never done anything like
that. I wasn’t even sure I wanted to do it.
“I don’t know, Cath,” I said, sipping at the beer. “That’s the outer
…End of the part1. To be continued..