Missy Goes to West Point

by P. G. Allison

  The next hour passed by easily enough. Robert had arranged for police to be outside, controlling the situation as needed and preventing anyone from going up to their level. There actually had only been one couple plus another guy who were forced to wait for their cars down below until the level was cleared. Other levels were okay and cars had been allowed to come and go from those.

  Missy hid while some guys came up with stretchers to collect the three guys who were still unconscious; they were loaded into two special vans, joining Lorenzo, and then they were whisked away. Lester took Marco down to another of these special vans that he had waiting. “P” Branch really did have unlimited resources and all five individuals would soon be getting processed. Hopefully, a wealth of great information would be learned about the East Boston criminal organization. Eventually, they’d disappear into the witness protection program where, hopefully, they wouldn’t be causing any further trouble for Missy.

  Mike and his new “P” Branch friends talked about Missy’s car. Robert agreed to get it checked it out for any bombs or possible sabotage and then have it delivered to her home the next day. Although it was unlikely that Marco and his guys had actually tampered with it, no one wanted to risk anything. Let the experts do their thing. Mike had already called Missy’s Mom and explained they’d be staying at a hotel in Boston that night. She knew Mike was aware his girlfriend was a werecat and if Missy wanted to stay in Boston that night, it was okay with her. She’d stopped having any rules for Missy once she’d learned her daughter was a werecat.

  They all kept commenting about how special Missy was and it was obvious both Les and Marsha felt a bit strange, standing around and treating a huge cat as though she were a person. But, both Robert and Mike had little difficulty with that -- they both were still seeing Missy’s eyes looking at them. The color was more golden than green but there was no doubt. It was Missy and those were her eyes.

  She finally stood up, signaling she was ready to Change. Mike had placed her clothing over in a secluded area but she went over and picked them up and placed them in another spot, where she would be hidden behind a car but where she knew they’d be able to experience the shimmer of light and feel her energy burst. When they were all gathered out there, Missy came out and stared at them. Then she came up to Marsha and made it clear by the way she moved her head that she wanted Marsha to follow her. She led her back to where she’d have a full view of Missy when she Changed.

  Marsha got really excited and exclaimed, “Oh, my God, Missy! Really? I’m so thrilled. This is such an honor for me. Wow!” She looked at her husband and they exchanged meaningful looks at one another. Yes, they had strange jobs but this would be a special moment for them and Missy had obviously tuned into that.

  Missy stood behind the car for a moment and then, once again she came out and approached the group. She went up to Mike and looked into his eyes. Suddenly, they all felt the pulse of energy she gave off. And, Mike understood. Missy wanted him to watch her Change also. Again. He walked over to stand next to Marsha and smiled.

  Now Missy returned to her spot and got ready. She was facing Mike and Marsha and then, growing very still as she once again focused with her mind and exercised her will, she Shifted. And, of course, once again there was that great shimmer of light and mysterious burst of energy which went out this time in an especially powerful wave that everyone was able to feel. She knew she was showing off and she enjoyed letting everyone there experience some of this magic which she herself really didn’t understand. She picked up her sweater which she modestly draped in front of herself as she stood up. “Hey, everyone! Great to finally be able to talk once again. Enjoy the show?” She laughed and she looked at Mike. She did not blush at all.

  Mike and Marsha went back to join the others and let Missy get dressed. Marsha was still deeply moved and suddenly broke out and began babbling. “That was just so amazing. Missy, I thank you for letting me see that. Oh, that was incredible. One instant you’re a cat and the next you’re this beautiful woman. And your gorgeous hair! I had no idea; those photos don’t do you justice. Does your hair always come out like that? All straight and perfect, with no tangles?”

  Missy began laughing and said, “Yes, it does. Any time I’m having a bad hair day? All I need to do is Change, wait a couple hours and Change back. Presto! Perfect hair again!”

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  After several minutes of pleasant conversation, they agreed to all get together the next day for a late brunch. It was now well after midnight and Robert agreed to drop Mike and Missy off at a hotel. Then, Marsha spoke up and said, “Hey, why not check into the same hotel that we’re staying at? Then, we can meet for our brunch right there at the restaurant in the hotel?”

  Missy said that was perfect. She did have one request, however. “Is it okay if we stop on the way and get some takeout? Like, maybe a half a dozen burgers, perhaps? I’m guessing it’s too late now for room service at the hotel and I’m really starved.” Everyone laughed and Robert promised that would work. He and Mike knew all about Missy and her need for food after Shifting. Les and Marsha were learning fast. There was still so much they hadn’t learned yet about what it meant to be a werecat.

  Chapter Seven

  Feb 2018

  Missy and Mike walked into the hotel, bags of burgers in hand, after Robert dropped them off out front. They’d already said goodbye to the Goodding’s back at the parking garage. When they went over to the desk and checked in they learned two adjacent rooms had already been paid for. Yes, “P” Branch was taking care of things. Evidently this was a further reward for Missy’s bringing ‘em in alive, rather than merely going up and slaughtering everyone in her cat form. She’d exposed herself to a much greater risk in order to do that and Robert had already told her how proud everyone was. Finding these rooms already paid for was just another little treat, and it made Missy feel very happy.

  She hadn’t told Mike yet, but she only intended for them to use one of these rooms. But, first she had to eat. That also would give her an opportunity to give Mike all the details about her little adventure up there tonight. She’d not really explained all that to anyone yet. They’d all just taken it for granted that she was able to knock out four guys, while still in her human form. Missy the superhuman. No big deal, right? Jeez, Robert and those “P” Branch folks were maybe giving her too much credit. Taking her special abilities for granted. That was something she herself was determined she never wanted to do.

  She also wanted to provide Mike with the background about Tony and Frank and how she’d ended up helping the FBI. So, in between munching down on those burgers, she walked him through all the things that had led up to Marco and his guys going after them tonight. And, she logged into her website with her smart phone and played the full video tape she’d made. Tony and Billy and Donny, all confessing and naming Frank and Sal. She was still explaining things to him, long after all her food was gone. She didn’t provide many details about what Alice had experienced but otherwise, it was pretty much a full disclosure.

  “So, let me see if I understand all this, Missy,” said Mike. “Tony molested his own daughter for years and when she grew up, he had his wife murdered. Then he married Alice’s Mom and was molesting Alice. You confronted him, threatening exposure, forcing him to stop and move out. To cover his tracks, he then had his own daughter murdered. He arranged for both murders by having his buddy Frank McCarthy call Sal D’Amato in New York who sent up the hit men. Then, making similar arrangements, he had those same guys kidnap you. He wanted revenge.”

  “Yes, but I had no idea when I made him leave Alice alone that he was connected. He’d been washing money for Frank for twenty five years, so they were pretty tight.” Missy sighed, thinking about poor Roseanne, Tony’s daughter. “I wanted to protect Alice and she really has managed so well, even after being kidnapped by Frank’s guys last year. They wanted her to tell them where Tony’s money was. You have to promise you’ll never tell anyone what you know about A
lice.”

  Mike nodded. Then he asked, “Frank knew there had to be a lot more money than just what was going through probate as Tony’s estate for Alice’s Mom? That’s why he had Alice kidnapped?”

  “Sure, and he was right. He now thinks I have it all.” Missy smiled. She’d already explained to Mike how she’d given the ten million to the FBI but when she’d confronted Frank, showing him Tony’s confession, he naturally had assumed she’d kept it for herself. “Frank did figure out I was somehow responsible for Tony’s death. And, of course, he’s right about that as well. Mike, if all this bothers you … about me … not only having Tony killed but my killing those two guys that grabbed Alice?”

  “Missy, please! Everything you’ve done was more than justified.” Mike stood, came around the table and pulled her up and into his arms. “And, I don’t want you to ever doubt me. I’ll never judge you. I know what’s in your heart and if you are forced to do these things, I only want to know how I can help.” He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her. It started out as just a nice, warm little kiss to reassure her. Somehow, as they continued kissing, it became something else. He could feel her energy and her passionate response and suddenly, the awareness that they were all alone, in a hotel room, caused his arousal to become very obvious.

  Missy was through talking; after hearing Mike proclaim his complete acceptance, which she’d not wanted to take for granted, that was all she needed. Her response to his kissing her had started slowly, with a warm glow spreading throughout her body, and she’d kissed him with a gradually increasing amount of heat. When she sensed his arousal, with his erection suddenly so hard, poking against her, she wanted more. She didn’t let herself over think this but instead just let her full dual nature freely seek all the satisfaction she had long been denying herself. She could easily have died, earlier that evening. Without ever experiencing the fulfillment she knew was possible with Mike.

  She now wanted to give him all and everything, to whatever extent it was possible to do so. She felt herself getting very excited but this time, it was different. This time, her passion was focused on giving Mike pleasure rather than feeling all those delicious things that he made her feel. She slowly pushed him back a few steps and then broke away from their embrace and led him over to the bed. She reached up and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt. After several buttons were undone, she pulled the shirt out of his pants and her pace picked up as she raced to finish all the buttons; she then pulled the shirt back, off his shoulders and helped him remove his arms until his shirt was off and he was standing there with only his undershirt on his upper body.

  Mike was watching her do this and not really sure if he could believe what she was doing. He wasn’t sure yet just what her intent really might be but he was quite happy to go with it. She tugged at his undershirt pulling it out and she slipped her hands underneath and slid them up his chest, feeling his skin. All those fabulous muscles! His chest was huge and she’d always wanted to do this. Then, she moved her hands under his arms and around to grab his back, pulling him forward so her breasts were being crushed against that wonderful chest. She stopped to just hold him and breathe in his wonderful musky scent.

  “Missy, are you trying to drive me completely crazy? There’s a limit to how much a guy can take, you know … are you going to start telling me about those boundaries pretty soon?” Mike was thoroughly aroused now and wanted to know if she’d really allow him to respond. She had to know what this meant, right?

  “Oh, yes! Those boundaries of mine?” Missy chuckled. “I’m not going to talk about those, Mike. Not until I’ve finished ravishing you this time. Now, help me get the rest of your clothes off, okay? I want to see what you keep teasing me with … that thingy of yours that keeps pressing up against me.” She ground her pelvis against him, making her point in a way that could not be misunderstood. She was being very insistent and then she suddenly backed away, only so she could grab his belt and begin unbuckling it. “You’ve already seen me naked twice … it’s my turn now, Mike!”

  He started laughing at her and reached down to grab the bottom of her sweatshirt, which he easily raised up and pulled over her head, forcing her arms up and out. “Those nanoseconds of nudity don’t count, Missy! Definitely fun, watching you Change, but now I want to really see you … I’m a hands on guy, so I need more than just those moments.” He was kicking off his shoes and finished loosening his belt and un-zippering his pants. Then he reached out and grabbed her around the waist with both hands, lifting her up and depositing her on the bed in one smooth movement. He immediately grabbed her shoes and pulled them off.

  Missy began giggling and said, “You first, you first! Take it all off! Show me, show me!”

  Mike ignored her and grabbed her jeans which he quickly unbuttoned, unzipped and tugged off, all the while with Missy squirming and laughing, making feeble protests. Then he grabbed her feet and peeled off each of her socks, leaving her lying there in just her panties and her bra. Finally, he pulled his undershirt off and threw that away and dropped his pants, stepping out of them and kicking them across the room. “Socks?” he asked her, raising his eyebrows. She had been watching him with those incredible eyes of hers that definitely were now looking very feline with gold sparkles glowing.

  “Everything, Mike! Take it all off!” Missy unhooked her bra straps and let them dangle loosely, holding the bra cups over her breasts while she slipped one arm out and then the other. She waited until he had his socks off and was holding the waistband of his underwear, which was now tented out by his prominent erection. As he slowly lowered his underwear she laughed in glee and threw her bra right at him. When he stood back up, with his prominent male member pointing right at her, throbbing, she immediately sat up and squealed. “That’s so big! I mean … I’ve read stuff and looked on the internet. But, Mike … your thingy there is my first one and … um … it is mine, though, right?’ She laughed and her joy was so genuine that he had to laugh with her.

  “It’s yours if you’ll just stop calling my penis a thingy!” More laughter, which was not really helping him maintain his thingy at its full size, in all its glory. But, when Missy reached out and began to fondle it, with such an awed expression, it sprang right back to full attention. She cupped his balls and his hard-on swelled to even greater size and a few drops of precum glistened on its tip. She found those right away and touched them with her finger, spreading them around and making the head of his member all slick.

  Before she could get even more excited, he pushed her back onto the bed and fell on top of her, cupping one breast with his hand while he immediately sucked the pale pink nipple on her other breast into his mouth. No gradual teasing tonight; he knew her breasts were craving some much stronger attention. And, he was right. She moaned and her nipples hardened and he could feel the way her pleasure was washing through her entire body. He could also feel an energy about her, radiating from within but enveloping him as well. This was all happening so fast and he’d not been expecting this at all. He was completely naked, making love to Missy, and she was thoroughly enjoying this, encouraging him with a passion that was so strong and powerful he almost couldn’t believe it.

  They both began exploring each other’s bodies, touching and feeling one another … finding special places … caressing those areas that would make the other person moan or cry out in pleasure. Seeking satisfaction for their own curiosity, which they both had an abundance of. Mike had never done this with any girl and, like Missy, was still a virgin. He suddenly peeled her panties down and her beautiful pubic mound, covered in curly dark red hair, made him gasp. Against her milky white skin this made a very neat triangle and he immediately brought his right hand up to cover that area. His fingers began to explore the slick folds between her thighs and he was amazed at how wet she was. When he slid two fingers along her slit, her lubricating fluids came pouring out and she shivered, spreading her thighs apart.

  Missy was beginning to feel her excitement build and bui
ld as wave after wave of delicious pleasure went coursing through her body, making every nerve tingle. Mike’s touches were magical and she craved them, wriggling underneath the weight of his body which felt so wonderful pressing down on top of her and her hands were constantly caressing him. She buried her face in his neck and inhaled, allowing all her enhanced senses to experience Mike. Her Mike. She wanted him inside her, something all her instincts were crying for. And, she wanted to make this all about his pleasure. She had climbed to a high plateau and was now enjoying the way she could just stay right there, waiting for Mike.

  Mike suddenly stopped and said, “Oh, Missy! I don’t have any condoms … what about … you know …”

  Missy hugged him and put her lips to his ear. “It’s okay, Mike. Don’t worry … I can’t get pregnant tonight. Not right after I Shift back from my cat form … it takes several days before I’m fertile again. I’ll explain tomorrow, okay?” She slid her hand down his abdomen, tracing the hairs arrowing down from his belly across his groin to the thick patch above his manhood. She wanted that male member thingy inside her but it just seemed so huge! She pulled it down, adjusting her position so they were both lying side by side, and she began to rub the tip of his huge thingy along the slippery folds of her sex. Down, then up to where her sensitive clit was aching and throbbing and then down again, letting her juices flow out and make everything so wet, so slick, so ready. She flipped onto her back and said, “Mike, can you play like that for a bit? Just rubbing me with your … you know … up and down … go really slow, okay?”

  Mike knew she was concerned … he was about to take her virginity … and he was happy to oblige. He knelt with both knees between her legs which she now spread wide apart, letting him guide himself all along her entrance, using one of his hands while he bore his weight on his other hand. She put both her hands on his chest. As he moved himself all along her sensitive flesh, he began probing and pushing the tip inside, just a little bit each time. She was so incredibly slick and wet down there! She began to move her body under his, anticipating his movements. And, suddenly, she moved just as he moved and he found himself inside her. He’d slipped right in and he brought his hand away, shifting his body so his weight was now on both elbows.