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I've been seeing a lot of Chris -- her name isn't
really Ms Claus, it isn't even Kringle -- anyway, I've
been seeing a lot of her since Christmas Eve. She even
managed to drag me out of the house to spend Christmas
with her friends: Jo and Erin and Pam. We've had dinner
three times and gone to the movies twice, but we
hadn't... well you know, since Christmas Eve.
Actually, I was kind of relieved in a perverse sort of
way. I mean I never, you know, on a first date. And
Christmas Eve hadn't even been a date. Well, actually
what it was, was magic. But I was kinda hoping that now
that we've had four dates, that she wouldn't find it
too forward if I asked her to spend New Years Eve night
with me.
I thought about the night we spent together. Of the fun
of taking her Santa Claus costume off, and of my first
sight of her fabulous breasts. Each one was the size of
a melon: the softest ripest melon.
I could lose myself in her breasts for hours, burying
my face in their softness, tasting her nipples. Let's
see, what would I name them. Humm. Maybe the right one
should be Vixen, and the left one Dancer--no, Cupid. I
guess I'm kind of hung up on this Santa analogy. Castor
and Pollox? She is a Gemini. But, no boy names. Kate
and Alley? This requires some thought. I... OOPS,
doorbell.
"Hi!"
"Oh hi Chris. I was just thinking about you..." There I
go turning Christmas red again.
"Me too. I was thinking, here Ms Claus invaded your
house Christmas Eve, and she didn't even bring you a
present."
"Aw, well you don't... didn't have to bring me one. I
mean we didn't even know each other, and, well we got
to know each other but..."
I was staring in fascination at the big package that
seemed to be moving in her hands.
"Here, why don't you open it."
"Well, thanks. I don't... I didn't buy anything for
you. I'm sorry."
"That's OK. I'm the one who's supposed to deliver gifts
on Christmas Eve."
We moved over to the couch, and I gingerly put down the
package that was now moving in my hands. Giant Mexican
Jumping Beans? A wound up wind up toy? I pulled the bow
apart, and the lid came fly off. And out popped a tiger
striped kitten. "Merow" He announced to the whole
world, and jumped out of the box. He promptly began his
exploration of his new realm beginning with my lap and
then taking off to check out the whole apartment.
I watched him with a foolish grin on my face thinking
how much I had missed sharing my apartment with a furry
creature. "I remember your telling me how much you
missed Amberdrake, so I thought of you when I was
looking for a home for him. Do you like him?"
"Oh yes. He's adorable. What's his name?"
"Well the honor of naming him should go to his new Cat
Mommy"
"Hummm. I never had the honor of naming a cat before."
"Give it a couple of days till you get to know him.
Once you get an idea of his personality, a name should
be obvious."
"OK. How many kittens did you have?"
"There were three. I found them the day after
Christmas. Someone had abandoned them in the snow in
Central Park. There was a fourth, but it was already
dead."
"God I hate people who do that. Why couldn't they just
take them to a shelter? Why didn't you tell me about
them sooner?"
"Well, I wasn't sure they would survive. I called Jo's
brother. He's a vet, and he gave me first aid
instructions. And yesterday I took them over to get
their shots. He said they're a healthy bunch now. I
didn't want to get you upset if they died."
"What makes you think I would have gotten upset?" "OH
Marty, after you told me how you cried over the mouse
Amber killed?"
"Well, yeah, I guess I would have."
"That's why I've been in kind of a rush to get home
every evening; I had to feed the babies."
"Oh, I just thought you wanted to cool it a bit, you
know. I mean it was kinda sudden."
"Humm, yes it was sudden. But I don't really want to
cool it." My answer was lost in the kiss. Chris fit so
well in my arms; I loved stroking her softness. And she
when she kisses you, your toes curl and you forget that
anything else exists.
CRASH.
Well that sent us flying apart. I ran in the kitchen to
see the hideous plate that Cleo's mom had given us
lying in pieces on the floor. That was the other
custody battle Cleo and I had when we broke up--who had
to keep the plate.
She insisted that her mother had given it to me. I was
willing to trade it for Amber, but she wasn't having
any of that. Well, now it was a moot point. The kitten
sat on the top shelf of the hutch surveying the mess
with great satisfaction. And I got out the broom and
dustbin with equal satisfaction. Good, now I didn't
have to look at the thing.
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"OOPS. Bad kitty."
"Oh don't scold him. I hated this thing."
"Then why did you keep it?"
"Well, it was a gift."
"From someone you cared about?"
"Well, no. From Cleo's mother."
"Yes, you would keep it," she said laughing. "I should
go and get the rest of your present."
"The rest?"
"Yes. I picked up a litter box and dishes and a week's
supply of cat food."
"Oh, you didn't have to do that."
"Well, he dose like to have his own things. Sibling
rivalry can be very difficult to deal with. Would you
like to meet his sister?"
"Sure. What happened to the third kitten?"
"Jo took her. Now we can all have family reunions
together."
The thought of having a family, made me smile. I hadn't
had one since my "coming out" in college. I don't think
that my folks were really homophobic, it just gave them
an excuse not to talk to me. It took me about five
years to figure out that that was probably the best
thing they ever did for me.
Cleo's parents accepted that she was a lesbian (never a
dyke), but they barely tolerated me. But to do them
justice, they wouldn't have tolerated me any better if
I were a man. They just didn't like there daughter
being involved with someone outside of there religion.
You know, Money.
My new baby's sister was a little calico. Humm, some
mixed parentage here. She ran over to Chris as soon as
she came in and tried to climb up her legs. Well, I
would too if I were a kitten. Chris picked her up, and
we decided to bring her over to visit her brother. We
picked up the supplies and headed back to my place. I
was thinking that, when it got warmer, the k**s could
visit back and forth on the fire escape. Recently, I
have developed a fondness for that fire escape.
"Have you named your baby yet?"
"I'm trying to decide between Merry, short for Meridoc,
or Pippin, short for Peregrine."
"Weren't they boy Hobbits?"
"Well yes, but I always thought of Hobbits as being
transgender or maybe neuter. And since she will be
neutered, well. I thought of Galadriel, but that's kind
of regal for..."
All of a sudden it hit me, Merry and Pippin were
perfect names for her breasts; you know soft and round
but with character. It was the Hobbits after all who
destroyed the evil ring. Chris turned to look at me and
caught me staring at her breasts. "Marty, I kind of
like the way you blush, but sometimes it seems like
such a non-sequitur; I mean Hobbits?"
"Uh well, I... Uh..."
"Come on, tell me."
"Well, I was thinking about what I would name your
breasts." I said it turning a deeper red--about
cranberry color now. "Really? What did you come up
with?"
"Uh.. well I thought of Vixen and Cupid first, you
know, cause you were dressed as Ms Claus. Or of Kate
and Alley, but they just didn't seem right."
"Oh. Well did you decide on anything?"
"Well, you when you mentioned Merry and Pippin, I...
well it just occurred to me that those would be great
names for them." "How come?"
"Well, the Hobbits were kinda soft and round, like
your... well, but they have a lot underneath. A lot of
strength."
"Why thank you love." I felt such a warm glow when she
called me "love".
"Humm, what should I name yours. Open your shirt so I
can have another look."
"I..."
"Come on, I've seen them before. Open up."
I began unbuttoning my plaid shirt. "They're so tiny,
they're really not worth naming," I mumbled.
"They are works of art." Chris said as she ran her
hands over them caressing the nipples until they were
crisp hard nubs. She leaned forward and kissed first
one and then the other.
I closed my eyes and felt the electricity pass from my
breasts all the way deep down into my groin. "I could
name one Xena, but the other sure ain't Gabriella."
"Even Xena has bigger ones than I do."
"That's not the point love. It's that you have the body
of a warrior. I think of your breasts, sort like the
shield. Humm, the problem is that there aren't too many
pairs of warrior ladies. I like Paks, and maybe Tarma.
Now those would make a pair: a Paladin and a Sword
Sworn. What do you think, would Mercedes Lackey and
Elizabeth Moon mind if I borrowed their character's
names"?
"I guess if it's OK to borrow from Tolkien, it's OK to
barrow from them."
Soon we both lost interest in the conversation as
Chris's mouth traveled along my shoulders and up my
throat. At some point our mouths met and our tongues
spent some time folk dancing. Meanwhile, our hands were
busy elsewhere loosening cloths, caressing and
squeezing.
She had a kind of unfair head start, but I managed to
free Merry and Pippin from bondage (aka bra) and my
hands were having a lovely time exploring under her
sweater. She got around to unzipping my jeans and her
hand was making it's way...
CRASH! CRASH! BANG! Oh oh.
We reluctantly got up to investigate. Well one crash
bang was the teakettle. Unbreakable, but both kittens
looked at us with such affront as they licked the water
off their coats. We couldn't help but laugh at the two
soggy kitties.
"I think were gonna have to teach them to stay off the
stove."
"I think they just taught themselves."
The other crash was the cannabis plant: an interesting
mix of mud and pottery shards all over the kitchen
floor. I got the broom and mop again while Chris picked
up the pieces of flowerpot. "How come you have a pot
plant? You told me you hadn't smoked since college."
"It was Cleo's. She left it when she moved out, and I
just kept watering it."
"Oh. Maybe I better take my brat back to my apartment
now."
"No. Why don't you leave her here. That way after the
party, you could just come over. I mean if you wanted
to spend the night or anything."
"I'd love to spend the night and lots of things. But
are you sure your apartment can take the Terrible Duo
here?"
"Oh, they're fine. So far they've only broken Cleo's
things, and it's a good way for me to get rid of the
reminders."
"OK. If you can stand the damage. I guess I'd better go
change. I'll see you in a couple of minutes."
I watched her go with regret. Merry and Pippin, freed
from their bra, were bobbing so appealingly under her
sweater. But then I remembered that Chris had agreed to
spend the night, and I started humming under my breath.
I finished washing the kitchen floor and then headed
into the bedroom to change.
Normally, my idea of dressing up consisted of putting
on a pair of jeans that didn't have holes and a solid
colored flannel shirt. You know: an orange one for
Halloween, a brown one for Thanksgiving, and a red one
for Christmas. It was one of the things that drove Cleo
crazy.
Maybe showing up for Thanksgiving dinner in a flannel
shirt and jeans for a black tie affair at her parents
swanky Fifth Ave condo was a bit tacky, but the more
she bugged me about dressing up, the more stuff she
bought me, the more I dug in and wore my oldest,
holiest jeans. At least I had bought brand new jeans
for Thanksgiving, but she didn't appreciate that. That
was the argument that ended in her moving out. The one
thing I did get rid of when she left was all of the
clothes she bought me.
Chris had never said anything about how I dressed
except to say she liked the feel of flannel. Hummm,
maybe I should wear my light gray flannel New Years Eve
shirt after all. No, I had bought an outfit for the
party, and I was gonna wear it. It was a heavy silk
with a kind of rough weave in an off white. The shirt
was high necked and came down to my knees. The pants
were straight legged. It was very plain; the sales lady
suggested a gold chain with it, but I don't wear
jewelry. Besides, I sorta like the sever look.
Humm, I guess I couldn't wear running shoes with silk.
Do I have anything else? Ah loafers. Well, that'll have
to do. Chris had called me a warrior. I laughed at the
idea, but looking in the mirror I could just see a
resemblance. Maybe a code warrior, although I didn't do
much programming. I would like to though... OOPS, time
to go.
I stopped in the kitchen to feed and water the k**s,
and I gave them a lecture on what they could and
couldn't break. Well, maybe I was being a little
foolish leaving the two of them free reign of the
place, but it was too late to get a baby sitter. I put
away the two glass things I really didn't want broken,
and checked my computer covering the keyboard. I wonder
what kind of havoc the two of them could wreck on the
Internet? Well, the house was as kitten proof as I
could make it in just a few minutes.
I met Chris as she was leaving her apartment. She was
carrying her coat so that I could appreciate her
outfit. She had on a long flowing caftan shirt of black
silk shot with gold threads. You could see hints of her
beautiful body as she moved. Sort of like the moon
playing hide and seek behind the clouds. I smiled my
appreciation and bent over her hand. I wasn't sure what
had come over me, maybe it was the pantsuit. But I was
rewarded with the sight of both her dimples.
The party was fun; I usually don't enjoy large crowds
of people, but we both had friends there tonight.
Besides, this was my first opportunity to dance with
Chris. At midnight, we drank toasts to the New Year and
kissed everyone in sight. And then I got to take Chris
home.
I opened the apartment door with some trepidation. The
first thing we were greeted with was the sight of the
two babies curled up together on the sofa. They looked
exhausted. And they should be. A whole shelf of books
was knocked out of the bookcase; two more of Cleo's
knickknacks were broken (good); and they had gotten
hold of a cassette (also Cleo's) and warped the tape
three times around the table and chair legs before
depositing the bulk of the tape in a Gordian Knot in
the middle of the rug.
Gosh, I didn't know a cassette held that much. Chris
and I were both stifling laughs as we picked up the
broken glass. I got a pair of scissors and attacked the
tape Alexander-like. But the books could wait until
morning. All in all, I decided that it was better to
close the bedroom door. And we resolved to ignore any
more crashes that night.
For a while we just stood looking at each other in the
dim light coming from the street lamp. I reached out
and gently stroked the outlines of Chris's breasts. I
smiled when I realized she hadn't worn a bra. She ran
her hands up and down the rough silk of my shirt. Her
hands found the buttons and she undid them one by one
knowing that we were both enjoying the anticipation.
I let the shirt slide off my shoulders and shuddered
when she began caressing my bare breasts. I reached for
her waistband and undid the button, and she obligingly
slipped out of her pants. Now she was bottomless
covered to the knees in flowing filmy black fabric. I
studied her for a while, and she stood and let me. Then
I led her to the bed.
Our love making that night was gentler then Christmas
Eve. We spent hours exploring each other's bodies
finding the sensitive spots. Somewhere along the line,
I lost my pants, but Chris wore her caftan all night. I
enjoyed darting under it to find her breasts with my
mouth.
I learned that her most sensitive spots were the backs
of her thighs just bellow her ass. And she found all of
my ticklish spots along my ribs. I missed the first
crash from the living room because I was too involved
in my orgasm. The second crash was so loud and
prolonged that we both started to jump out of bed, but
then we remembered out resolution and returned to our
explorations.
I turned Chris on her stomach and started kissing the
backs of her legs. She squirmed, but when I would have
stopped, she breathlessly begged me not to. I licked
lightly along the crease between her buttocks and legs
and then took gentle bites from her cheeks. And then I
couldn't resist and gave her a big hickey on her left
one.
She laughingly protested, but when I reached between
and under, she was soaking wet. I began rubbing her
wetness along her clit and felt her shuddering under
me. I lay half on top of her while I continued rubbing
gently. I kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders
flicking my tongue along her ear lobes. Her hips were
rocking in time to my thrusts, but I sensed that she
wasn't ready, so I slowed again and reached around her
with my other hand to play with her breast. I pulled
gently on her nipple and felt her shuddering moan, so I
pulled harder.
When she asked me to go inside her, I found her wide
open to me. As my fingers slid in past her muscles, her
breath came out in a shuddering gasp. I began thrusting
gently first, and then harder as her urgency built. I
could feel her muscles clasping my fingers and pulling
them in deeper, so I thrust harder using my body weight
to push.
The orgasm seemed to build from her toes in a crescendo
up her body. She stiffened in sections as she spasmed
against my fingers again and again. When at last she
let out her breath in a long sigh, I covered her body
like a blanket whispering in her ear how much I loved
her.
We dozed sometime after daybreak both of us feeling
that we had ushered in the New Year in proper fashion.
I felt her soft breath against my breasts as she
nestled against me and felt an overwhelming tenderness
for this incredible women. The New Year looked to be a
very happy one indeed, and I fell asleep thinking of
how we would celebrate our next holiday together: St
Valentine's Day.
In the morning, we went out to observe the damage. All
in all it wasn't as bad as it had sounded. They had
gotten into the kitchen cupboard and there were pots
and pans all over the floor. They had broken the
chafing dish that matched the hideous plate that had
been the first to go. And there were diskettes all over
my office floor.
Hummm, that was something I would have to be more
careful with in the future. Now they sat next to the
food dish looking as innocent as little angle kittens.
I laughed so hard, I cut myself cleaning up the
pottery.
"Well, I've decided what to name this little red haired
devil of mine."
"What?"
"From hence forth, he shall be known as Loki, the Norse
God of Mischief."
Chris laughed. "Well yes, and I think that Both Merry
and Pippin are a too tame for this little angel.
Besides, you already used those names to good effect."
My blush was only pale pink that morning.
"So what will you name her?"
"How about Pali, Goddess of the Volcano? That should be
an explosive enough name for this little whirlwind of
destruction." "Yes, and it is only fitting that our two
household gods should be named accordingly."
really Ms Claus, it isn't even Kringle -- anyway, I've
been seeing a lot of her since Christmas Eve. She even
managed to drag me out of the house to spend Christmas
with her friends: Jo and Erin and Pam. We've had dinner
three times and gone to the movies twice, but we
hadn't... well you know, since Christmas Eve.
Actually, I was kind of relieved in a perverse sort of
way. I mean I never, you know, on a first date. And
Christmas Eve hadn't even been a date. Well, actually
what it was, was magic. But I was kinda hoping that now
that we've had four dates, that she wouldn't find it
too forward if I asked her to spend New Years Eve night
with me.
I thought about the night we spent together. Of the fun
of taking her Santa Claus costume off, and of my first
sight of her fabulous breasts. Each one was the size of
a melon: the softest ripest melon.
I could lose myself in her breasts for hours, burying
my face in their softness, tasting her nipples. Let's
see, what would I name them. Humm. Maybe the right one
should be Vixen, and the left one Dancer--no, Cupid. I
guess I'm kind of hung up on this Santa analogy. Castor
and Pollox? She is a Gemini. But, no boy names. Kate
and Alley? This requires some thought. I... OOPS,
doorbell.
"Hi!"
"Oh hi Chris. I was just thinking about you..." There I
go turning Christmas red again.
"Me too. I was thinking, here Ms Claus invaded your
house Christmas Eve, and she didn't even bring you a
present."
"Aw, well you don't... didn't have to bring me one. I
mean we didn't even know each other, and, well we got
to know each other but..."
I was staring in fascination at the big package that
seemed to be moving in her hands.
"Here, why don't you open it."
"Well, thanks. I don't... I didn't buy anything for
you. I'm sorry."
"That's OK. I'm the one who's supposed to deliver gifts
on Christmas Eve."
We moved over to the couch, and I gingerly put down the
package that was now moving in my hands. Giant Mexican
Jumping Beans? A wound up wind up toy? I pulled the bow
apart, and the lid came fly off. And out popped a tiger
striped kitten. "Merow" He announced to the whole
world, and jumped out of the box. He promptly began his
exploration of his new realm beginning with my lap and
then taking off to check out the whole apartment.
I watched him with a foolish grin on my face thinking
how much I had missed sharing my apartment with a furry
creature. "I remember your telling me how much you
missed Amberdrake, so I thought of you when I was
looking for a home for him. Do you like him?"
"Oh yes. He's adorable. What's his name?"
"Well the honor of naming him should go to his new Cat
Mommy"
"Hummm. I never had the honor of naming a cat before."
"Give it a couple of days till you get to know him.
Once you get an idea of his personality, a name should
be obvious."
"OK. How many kittens did you have?"
"There were three. I found them the day after
Christmas. Someone had abandoned them in the snow in
Central Park. There was a fourth, but it was already
dead."
"God I hate people who do that. Why couldn't they just
take them to a shelter? Why didn't you tell me about
them sooner?"
"Well, I wasn't sure they would survive. I called Jo's
brother. He's a vet, and he gave me first aid
instructions. And yesterday I took them over to get
their shots. He said they're a healthy bunch now. I
didn't want to get you upset if they died."
"What makes you think I would have gotten upset?" "OH
Marty, after you told me how you cried over the mouse
Amber killed?"
"Well, yeah, I guess I would have."
"That's why I've been in kind of a rush to get home
every evening; I had to feed the babies."
"Oh, I just thought you wanted to cool it a bit, you
know. I mean it was kinda sudden."
"Humm, yes it was sudden. But I don't really want to
cool it." My answer was lost in the kiss. Chris fit so
well in my arms; I loved stroking her softness. And she
when she kisses you, your toes curl and you forget that
anything else exists.
CRASH.
Well that sent us flying apart. I ran in the kitchen to
see the hideous plate that Cleo's mom had given us
lying in pieces on the floor. That was the other
custody battle Cleo and I had when we broke up--who had
to keep the plate.
She insisted that her mother had given it to me. I was
willing to trade it for Amber, but she wasn't having
any of that. Well, now it was a moot point. The kitten
sat on the top shelf of the hutch surveying the mess
with great satisfaction. And I got out the broom and
dustbin with equal satisfaction. Good, now I didn't
have to look at the thing.
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"OOPS. Bad kitty."
"Oh don't scold him. I hated this thing."
"Then why did you keep it?"
"Well, it was a gift."
"From someone you cared about?"
"Well, no. From Cleo's mother."
"Yes, you would keep it," she said laughing. "I should
go and get the rest of your present."
"The rest?"
"Yes. I picked up a litter box and dishes and a week's
supply of cat food."
"Oh, you didn't have to do that."
"Well, he dose like to have his own things. Sibling
rivalry can be very difficult to deal with. Would you
like to meet his sister?"
"Sure. What happened to the third kitten?"
"Jo took her. Now we can all have family reunions
together."
The thought of having a family, made me smile. I hadn't
had one since my "coming out" in college. I don't think
that my folks were really homophobic, it just gave them
an excuse not to talk to me. It took me about five
years to figure out that that was probably the best
thing they ever did for me.
Cleo's parents accepted that she was a lesbian (never a
dyke), but they barely tolerated me. But to do them
justice, they wouldn't have tolerated me any better if
I were a man. They just didn't like there daughter
being involved with someone outside of there religion.
You know, Money.
My new baby's sister was a little calico. Humm, some
mixed parentage here. She ran over to Chris as soon as
she came in and tried to climb up her legs. Well, I
would too if I were a kitten. Chris picked her up, and
we decided to bring her over to visit her brother. We
picked up the supplies and headed back to my place. I
was thinking that, when it got warmer, the k**s could
visit back and forth on the fire escape. Recently, I
have developed a fondness for that fire escape.
"Have you named your baby yet?"
"I'm trying to decide between Merry, short for Meridoc,
or Pippin, short for Peregrine."
"Weren't they boy Hobbits?"
"Well yes, but I always thought of Hobbits as being
transgender or maybe neuter. And since she will be
neutered, well. I thought of Galadriel, but that's kind
of regal for..."
All of a sudden it hit me, Merry and Pippin were
perfect names for her breasts; you know soft and round
but with character. It was the Hobbits after all who
destroyed the evil ring. Chris turned to look at me and
caught me staring at her breasts. "Marty, I kind of
like the way you blush, but sometimes it seems like
such a non-sequitur; I mean Hobbits?"
"Uh well, I... Uh..."
"Come on, tell me."
"Well, I was thinking about what I would name your
breasts." I said it turning a deeper red--about
cranberry color now. "Really? What did you come up
with?"
"Uh.. well I thought of Vixen and Cupid first, you
know, cause you were dressed as Ms Claus. Or of Kate
and Alley, but they just didn't seem right."
"Oh. Well did you decide on anything?"
"Well, you when you mentioned Merry and Pippin, I...
well it just occurred to me that those would be great
names for them." "How come?"
"Well, the Hobbits were kinda soft and round, like
your... well, but they have a lot underneath. A lot of
strength."
"Why thank you love." I felt such a warm glow when she
called me "love".
"Humm, what should I name yours. Open your shirt so I
can have another look."
"I..."
"Come on, I've seen them before. Open up."
I began unbuttoning my plaid shirt. "They're so tiny,
they're really not worth naming," I mumbled.
"They are works of art." Chris said as she ran her
hands over them caressing the nipples until they were
crisp hard nubs. She leaned forward and kissed first
one and then the other.
I closed my eyes and felt the electricity pass from my
breasts all the way deep down into my groin. "I could
name one Xena, but the other sure ain't Gabriella."
"Even Xena has bigger ones than I do."
"That's not the point love. It's that you have the body
of a warrior. I think of your breasts, sort like the
shield. Humm, the problem is that there aren't too many
pairs of warrior ladies. I like Paks, and maybe Tarma.
Now those would make a pair: a Paladin and a Sword
Sworn. What do you think, would Mercedes Lackey and
Elizabeth Moon mind if I borrowed their character's
names"?
"I guess if it's OK to borrow from Tolkien, it's OK to
barrow from them."
Soon we both lost interest in the conversation as
Chris's mouth traveled along my shoulders and up my
throat. At some point our mouths met and our tongues
spent some time folk dancing. Meanwhile, our hands were
busy elsewhere loosening cloths, caressing and
squeezing.
She had a kind of unfair head start, but I managed to
free Merry and Pippin from bondage (aka bra) and my
hands were having a lovely time exploring under her
sweater. She got around to unzipping my jeans and her
hand was making it's way...
CRASH! CRASH! BANG! Oh oh.
We reluctantly got up to investigate. Well one crash
bang was the teakettle. Unbreakable, but both kittens
looked at us with such affront as they licked the water
off their coats. We couldn't help but laugh at the two
soggy kitties.
"I think were gonna have to teach them to stay off the
stove."
"I think they just taught themselves."
The other crash was the cannabis plant: an interesting
mix of mud and pottery shards all over the kitchen
floor. I got the broom and mop again while Chris picked
up the pieces of flowerpot. "How come you have a pot
plant? You told me you hadn't smoked since college."
"It was Cleo's. She left it when she moved out, and I
just kept watering it."
"Oh. Maybe I better take my brat back to my apartment
now."
"No. Why don't you leave her here. That way after the
party, you could just come over. I mean if you wanted
to spend the night or anything."
"I'd love to spend the night and lots of things. But
are you sure your apartment can take the Terrible Duo
here?"
"Oh, they're fine. So far they've only broken Cleo's
things, and it's a good way for me to get rid of the
reminders."
"OK. If you can stand the damage. I guess I'd better go
change. I'll see you in a couple of minutes."
I watched her go with regret. Merry and Pippin, freed
from their bra, were bobbing so appealingly under her
sweater. But then I remembered that Chris had agreed to
spend the night, and I started humming under my breath.
I finished washing the kitchen floor and then headed
into the bedroom to change.
Normally, my idea of dressing up consisted of putting
on a pair of jeans that didn't have holes and a solid
colored flannel shirt. You know: an orange one for
Halloween, a brown one for Thanksgiving, and a red one
for Christmas. It was one of the things that drove Cleo
crazy.
Maybe showing up for Thanksgiving dinner in a flannel
shirt and jeans for a black tie affair at her parents
swanky Fifth Ave condo was a bit tacky, but the more
she bugged me about dressing up, the more stuff she
bought me, the more I dug in and wore my oldest,
holiest jeans. At least I had bought brand new jeans
for Thanksgiving, but she didn't appreciate that. That
was the argument that ended in her moving out. The one
thing I did get rid of when she left was all of the
clothes she bought me.
Chris had never said anything about how I dressed
except to say she liked the feel of flannel. Hummm,
maybe I should wear my light gray flannel New Years Eve
shirt after all. No, I had bought an outfit for the
party, and I was gonna wear it. It was a heavy silk
with a kind of rough weave in an off white. The shirt
was high necked and came down to my knees. The pants
were straight legged. It was very plain; the sales lady
suggested a gold chain with it, but I don't wear
jewelry. Besides, I sorta like the sever look.
Humm, I guess I couldn't wear running shoes with silk.
Do I have anything else? Ah loafers. Well, that'll have
to do. Chris had called me a warrior. I laughed at the
idea, but looking in the mirror I could just see a
resemblance. Maybe a code warrior, although I didn't do
much programming. I would like to though... OOPS, time
to go.
I stopped in the kitchen to feed and water the k**s,
and I gave them a lecture on what they could and
couldn't break. Well, maybe I was being a little
foolish leaving the two of them free reign of the
place, but it was too late to get a baby sitter. I put
away the two glass things I really didn't want broken,
and checked my computer covering the keyboard. I wonder
what kind of havoc the two of them could wreck on the
Internet? Well, the house was as kitten proof as I
could make it in just a few minutes.
I met Chris as she was leaving her apartment. She was
carrying her coat so that I could appreciate her
outfit. She had on a long flowing caftan shirt of black
silk shot with gold threads. You could see hints of her
beautiful body as she moved. Sort of like the moon
playing hide and seek behind the clouds. I smiled my
appreciation and bent over her hand. I wasn't sure what
had come over me, maybe it was the pantsuit. But I was
rewarded with the sight of both her dimples.
The party was fun; I usually don't enjoy large crowds
of people, but we both had friends there tonight.
Besides, this was my first opportunity to dance with
Chris. At midnight, we drank toasts to the New Year and
kissed everyone in sight. And then I got to take Chris
home.
I opened the apartment door with some trepidation. The
first thing we were greeted with was the sight of the
two babies curled up together on the sofa. They looked
exhausted. And they should be. A whole shelf of books
was knocked out of the bookcase; two more of Cleo's
knickknacks were broken (good); and they had gotten
hold of a cassette (also Cleo's) and warped the tape
three times around the table and chair legs before
depositing the bulk of the tape in a Gordian Knot in
the middle of the rug.
Gosh, I didn't know a cassette held that much. Chris
and I were both stifling laughs as we picked up the
broken glass. I got a pair of scissors and attacked the
tape Alexander-like. But the books could wait until
morning. All in all, I decided that it was better to
close the bedroom door. And we resolved to ignore any
more crashes that night.
For a while we just stood looking at each other in the
dim light coming from the street lamp. I reached out
and gently stroked the outlines of Chris's breasts. I
smiled when I realized she hadn't worn a bra. She ran
her hands up and down the rough silk of my shirt. Her
hands found the buttons and she undid them one by one
knowing that we were both enjoying the anticipation.
I let the shirt slide off my shoulders and shuddered
when she began caressing my bare breasts. I reached for
her waistband and undid the button, and she obligingly
slipped out of her pants. Now she was bottomless
covered to the knees in flowing filmy black fabric. I
studied her for a while, and she stood and let me. Then
I led her to the bed.
Our love making that night was gentler then Christmas
Eve. We spent hours exploring each other's bodies
finding the sensitive spots. Somewhere along the line,
I lost my pants, but Chris wore her caftan all night. I
enjoyed darting under it to find her breasts with my
mouth.
I learned that her most sensitive spots were the backs
of her thighs just bellow her ass. And she found all of
my ticklish spots along my ribs. I missed the first
crash from the living room because I was too involved
in my orgasm. The second crash was so loud and
prolonged that we both started to jump out of bed, but
then we remembered out resolution and returned to our
explorations.
I turned Chris on her stomach and started kissing the
backs of her legs. She squirmed, but when I would have
stopped, she breathlessly begged me not to. I licked
lightly along the crease between her buttocks and legs
and then took gentle bites from her cheeks. And then I
couldn't resist and gave her a big hickey on her left
one.
She laughingly protested, but when I reached between
and under, she was soaking wet. I began rubbing her
wetness along her clit and felt her shuddering under
me. I lay half on top of her while I continued rubbing
gently. I kissed the back of her neck and her shoulders
flicking my tongue along her ear lobes. Her hips were
rocking in time to my thrusts, but I sensed that she
wasn't ready, so I slowed again and reached around her
with my other hand to play with her breast. I pulled
gently on her nipple and felt her shuddering moan, so I
pulled harder.
When she asked me to go inside her, I found her wide
open to me. As my fingers slid in past her muscles, her
breath came out in a shuddering gasp. I began thrusting
gently first, and then harder as her urgency built. I
could feel her muscles clasping my fingers and pulling
them in deeper, so I thrust harder using my body weight
to push.
The orgasm seemed to build from her toes in a crescendo
up her body. She stiffened in sections as she spasmed
against my fingers again and again. When at last she
let out her breath in a long sigh, I covered her body
like a blanket whispering in her ear how much I loved
her.
We dozed sometime after daybreak both of us feeling
that we had ushered in the New Year in proper fashion.
I felt her soft breath against my breasts as she
nestled against me and felt an overwhelming tenderness
for this incredible women. The New Year looked to be a
very happy one indeed, and I fell asleep thinking of
how we would celebrate our next holiday together: St
Valentine's Day.
In the morning, we went out to observe the damage. All
in all it wasn't as bad as it had sounded. They had
gotten into the kitchen cupboard and there were pots
and pans all over the floor. They had broken the
chafing dish that matched the hideous plate that had
been the first to go. And there were diskettes all over
my office floor.
Hummm, that was something I would have to be more
careful with in the future. Now they sat next to the
food dish looking as innocent as little angle kittens.
I laughed so hard, I cut myself cleaning up the
pottery.
"Well, I've decided what to name this little red haired
devil of mine."
"What?"
"From hence forth, he shall be known as Loki, the Norse
God of Mischief."
Chris laughed. "Well yes, and I think that Both Merry
and Pippin are a too tame for this little angel.
Besides, you already used those names to good effect."
My blush was only pale pink that morning.
"So what will you name her?"
"How about Pali, Goddess of the Volcano? That should be
an explosive enough name for this little whirlwind of
destruction." "Yes, and it is only fitting that our two
household gods should be named accordingly."
Mhairi
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