Missy the Werecat

by P. G. Allison

  “Of course, Missy! I was just about to suggest that … great minds think alike, right?” Michelle laughed and got up and walked around to meet her.

  Missy joined her, saying, “Maybe it’s just our bladders! I don’t know about your great mind but mine is telling me that I suddenly gotta go pee really badly!” With that, they both burst out laughing.

  Michelle said, “Stop! If I laugh any harder, I’m gonna pee in my panties!” That, of course, had them both in hysterics and they scampered off to the ladies room.

  After relieving themselves, they washed up and stood in front of the mirrors, checking themselves out. Michelle, feeling bold all of a sudden, managed to ask, “So, now that you and Mike have started dating, does that mean you’ll be sparring with him as well? I’m not sure that I … well, I’m not sure about something. Whatever!”

  Missy looked at her and, without blocking any of her real thoughts and feelings, she began blurting them all out. Stuff she’d never even thought about and didn’t realize was how she actually felt. “No, not with Mike. Never. When I look at his hands … well, the only thing I can think about is how his hands will feel. Touching me. All over.” She sighed and then began to blush like crazy. “I can’t ever be with Mike the way I am in the ring, sparring with those guys the way you saw me, Michelle. I mean … is it only me? Or, do a guy’s hands sometimes make you have thoughts, make you get all tingly … make you think about what each part of your body might experience? You know? From his doing things with those hands?” She actually moaned softly.

  Now it was Michelle who started to blush like crazy. “Oh, god, Missy!” she groaned. “You’ve got me going now! And, no! It’s not only you! Just thinking about Aaron’s hands can get me so wet sometimes …” She stopped and looked at Missy with an incredulous expression. “You and my brother haven’t already … you know … been having sex have you?”

  Suddenly feeling very embarrassed, Missy said, “No, no! We only just kissed for the first time. Earlier. When we first got here. Out in the parking lot. Aggghhhhh!” She could see Michelle looking at her with raised eyebrows. “You wanted to know about me maybe sparring with Mike. Well, now you at least can understand why that’s never going to happen, right? It’s not the same, for me … not with someone that might actually … that I might actually let … this isn’t coming out right, is it?”

  Michelle started laughing. “Oh, it’s clear, Missy. Relax. I guess I did sort of ask … only, I didn’t quite expect … never mind. Thanks for sharing!” She came up and gave Missy a hug. “Let’s go back and enjoy the evening. I think by now our guys are probably about ready to call out the National Guard to search for us.”

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  The rest of the evening went great and they all had a wonderful time. Missy’s little trip to the ladies room accomplished two things. She and Michelle were somehow closer and by the end of the night, a real friendship was forming. They actually had a lot in common and found it very easy to talk to each other about just about everything. And, she had regained enough control that she could be with Mike and really enjoy his company without her emotions spiraling out and away causing complete overload. They danced and they laughed and they had some quiet moments. Some really special moments. Missy realized by the end of the night that she was truly in a relationship.

  This was very different from when she had dated Jeff and the other guys. This was so meaningful that she didn’t want to think about it or analyze it or speculate as to where it might be going. She just wanted to experience it. So, she accepted it at that. And was happy.

  When Mike brought her back home, she kissed him again before going inside. The kiss was very nice and lasted a long time. She was once again pressed up against him, with her arms circling around to hug him close and his arms squeezing tight around hers. Each time their lips would part, rather than break away from him, she would shift and press herself up against him all the harder. His lips would immediately claim hers all over again and when his tongue would enter her mouth and move against hers, she’d feel such delicious quivers of excitement go suddenly racing through her body that she’d thought she might faint. At last she pulled back, pushed his chest away with both hands, and said, “Mike, this has been the best night. Truly, the best night in my whole life and I can’t thank you enough. Please, just let me go in.”

  Mike groaned and said, “Missy, you’re making me crazy, you know that, right?”

  She laughed, reached to open her front door, and looked back at him over her shoulder. Lowering her eyes in what she hoped was a seductive look, she whispered in a hoarse voice, “Save it for next week when you bring me to my prom!” She opened her door, went inside and added, “Good night, Mike, and thanks so much for tonight!” Then she closed the door behind her.

  Chapter Thirty-Three

  Jun 2017

  “So, tonight will be your final class? Will you get your certificate right away?” Alice was asking Missy about the First Aid and CPR courses she’d been taking to get certified by the Red Cross as a lifeguard. They were sitting on the porch glider, looking out over Missy’s back yard.

  “Yes it is and yes I will. Just in time, too,” Missy told her. “I’m going to be working over at Revere Beach starting on Monday.” Laughing, she added, “We can’t all be millionaires like you, you know.”

  Alice laughed. “Mom’s the millionaire, not me. Or, she will be when Tony’s estate finally goes through probate. But, Tom Mooney has already arranged a big line of credit for her at the bank, so we’re basically all set. He really has been a huge help.”

  “I know, I know. Just kidding. But, you certainly don’t need to work, which is probably a good thing. I know how busy you’ve been helping your Mom with everything. Who knew becoming a millionaire was so much harder than working at Walmart? All those meetings and stuff.” Missy laughed. “Will she be able to manage when you’re away at college in September?”

  “Well, yeah, she’ll be fine. She knows she can trust Tom’s advice and she can call me. I’m only going to be in Boston. And, you’re still right here. You know she actually trusts your advice more than anyone else’s, right?” Alice had watched her mother slowly adapt over the past three months. There had been a lot of adjustments and a lot of decisions for her to make. It had all been good, of course.

  “If she needs me for anything, anything at all, I’m only too happy to help. And, you both know to call me immediately if anyone starts asking any strange questions about Tony’s money or anything else related to Tony, right?” Missy was still worried someone from Frank McCarthy’s organization might decide to drop by. She knew her FBI buddies were keeping an eye out, which was comforting, but even so.

  “Don’t worry, I’ve made sure she understands about that.” Alice looked at Missy closely. “You know, Missy, it’s bad enough you keep all those secrets about yourself. Why all the mystery about Tony? I know you’re hiding a lot of stuff about him as well.”

  “Alice, trust me. Please. You truly do not want to know any of the crap which Tony was mixed up in, okay?” Missy believed Tony had done enough damage to Alice already. “By the way. Did you ever explain about Tony? To Mark?” She knew this was huge for Alice and hadn’t seen her for a few weeks. Alice had stopped coming to the gym and had been very busy with her graduation and all the end of high school stuff.

  “Oh, but you want to know all my secrets, huh?” Alice laughed. “Actually, yes. And, I can’t say enough about how wonderful Mark has been. He was upset, but only because he loves me so much, you know? We have had several long talks.” Suddenly, she blushed. “And, I may as well admit it, since you know how we … how I ...”

  Missy broke out laughing. “You mean, about you and Mark sleeping together now? I don’t want to pry …” Now she wiggled her eyebrows up and down. She’d known right away, of course, as soon as Alice had come over. Mark’s scent on Alice was very obvious to her.

  “Oh, damn! You know already? I have been bursting inside with this and you’r
e the only one that I can really talk to. I’ve not even told Doctor Thomas, yet.” Alice put on her best pouty face. Then, with a huge grin, she said, “Mark was so worried, at first. But, I was able to convince him and … well … you know. Once he saw that I was really, really happy to have sex with him.” She blushed deeply as she emphasized the word really.

  Missy picked up on that, of course, and asked her, “By really happy, I’m going to guess he could see you truly enjoyed the experience, right? Not just that you were willing to let him …?” Pausing there and leaving the rest of her question hanging so she could watch Alice’s reaction, she got her answer. She’d noticed how Alice had really glowed when she’d emphasized the words enjoyed the experience. And, yes -- from the way she was acting now, Alice had definitely enjoyed sex with Mark.

  “Each time has just been better and better,” Alice explained, with excitement in her voice. “And last night? Well, that’s why I rushed over here today, if you want the whole truth. I mean, you really are the one who made it all possible for me, you know that.” Now her voice got serious. “Tony had me in such a bad place. If you hadn’t saved me, I know I never would have been able to … you know.”

  “Enjoy sex?” asked Missy, with a big smile and a raised eyebrow.

  Alice couldn’t contain herself any longer and just blurted it out. “Have an orgasm! Oh, Missy, it was so wonderful …” There, she’d said it. She’d been dying to tell Missy all about it, as this was one thing she really had not been sure about. She had come a long way with Doctor Thomas but had just no way of knowing. “I wasn’t sure if I ever would be able to. I even faked having them so Mark wouldn’t know. But, last night, he was so …”

  Missy laughed and said, “Congratulations! I couldn’t be happier! For both of you, of course.” She was truly thrilled since she certainly had no way of knowing about this. After what Alice had been through, orgasms might not have been possible for her, regardless of how much sexual healing she’d managed once Tony had stopped abusing her a year and a half earlier. “My best friend just had an orgasm! Do we celebrate with pizza and ice cream?”

  “Sure,” said Alice. Then, she began laughing. “I’ll be having three scoops of that ice cream, too. One for each orgasm!” She stopped for a moment but then, since she could always tell Missy anything, she had to continue. “You see … when Mark realized what he was doing … the way his tongue was making me act like a bucking bronco? He figured out all those other orgasms were faked. So, once he knew how … well, he just kept doing it! I’m so sore, today! But, a really good soreness, you know?” Hilarious laughter which Missy joined in on.

  Missy suddenly groaned, saying, “Oh, Alice! You realize from now on, we will never be able to talk about ice cream again. All that I’ll ever be able to think about when you mention scoops of ice cream, will be how many orgasms you’re talking about.” Hysterical, hilarious laughter from them both.

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  Missy was driving home through Lynn, after going off duty at Revere Beach. As she passed the jet engine factory where Heather was once again working, her thoughts were happy ones. Her sister was thrilled with her latest co-op assignment and already talking about this great guy she’d met in there. Her parents were excited about the summer and having everyone home again for the next three months. John was back after his first year at college, which had gone well. He, Mark and Jeff would be painting houses again, same as they’d done last year. And, her little brother Patrick was excited to have finished grammar school; he’d be joining her next fall at high school.

  She was looking forward to next fall as well, when she’d be a senior. Wow. So much had happened during these past four years. Her seventeenth birthday was a week away and was probably the reason she was having all these thoughts. Thoughts about what she’d accomplished since her return. And, surprisingly, thoughts about those two years in the mountains. Her dual nature was something she now embraced. She was a werecat, both human and cat, and while that certainly posed many challenges for her, she was grateful.

  Her special abilities enabled her to do things. She wanted to continue developing those abilities and doing good things with them. Her instincts guided her but she knew she needed to control those instincts. Dampening the wild predator instincts was often necessary. She was not a perfect person but she was trying to do her best. She had probably made many mistakes. She hoped the good which she’d managed doing was making up for those.

  There was no guidebook. No “Werecats for Dummies” which she could read. She was still figuring things out as she went along. She not only had special abilities, she had special needs. That made her laugh, thinking of herself as a special needs person. But, it was true. She needed to be very physical. All the sports activities, karate and martial arts, working out at the gym and even being a lifeguard. Extreme activities were necessary for her and helped with dampening down many of her other driving needs. Like her insatiable sex drive. Having enhanced senses was indeed making it quite a challenge to keep that under control.

  She didn’t really care about winning competitions. She only competed when it served some other purpose. Like, last weekend, she had won yet another trophy. She had recently passed her second degree black belt test and her Sensei had wanted her to compete. Just as her winning a big trophy last year had helped her mixed martial arts club, her winning this trophy for her Sensei would do likewise for her karate school. Of course, she did enjoy it. Competing not only helped her build confidence but it was fun. Sometimes, a girl just wants to have fun. Especially when she won’t allow herself to have sex.

  Daydreaming like this was only driving her crazy! Now she was getting aroused as thoughts of her recent date with Mike began crowding in. Her junior prom had been another wonderful evening. This time, she had worn her hair up and had slipped into an exquisite blue dress. Everyone at her school had pretty much accepted her now and so she’d worn a sleeveless gown with spaghetti straps. She didn’t care anymore about hiding her scars. They were just a part of her and she didn’t explain them or apologize for showing them. Yes, she’d noticed a few stares but there’d been a lot more staring going on at her boobs. With her hearing, she’d noted this was true about all the various comments as well.

  Her scars, as it turned out, had not even come close when it came to all the comments she’d heard. Sure, her breasts had definitely won first place, thanks to yet another revealing prom dress style. That probably had a lot more to do with her pushup bra than anything else. While the front of the dress was somewhat low cut, it was her lovely cleavage on display which had mattered more than how much of her flesh was exposed.

  But her ass had not been far behind and she smiled at that thought, with pun intended. Her curves had been especially noticeable from how the gown’s gossamer material had hugged her hips and when she’d walked by on her four inch heels, that often had stopped all the talking in mid sentence. The talk had quickly started up again, only the subject had then been about her and how she looked. The descriptions had been too numerous to count and the categories had varied from highly complementary to extremely vulgar.

  Oh, well, she figured those comments -- all of them -- were well deserved. She had plumped herself up just enough and, by not Changing for two weeks, had kept her shape on the voluptuous side. With her wide, curvy hips and her narrow waist, her figure had indeed been quite spectacular.

  Mike had been going crazy all night but she’d managed controlling herself and that had helped maintain the necessary balance for him as well. He was always so sensitive to her emotional state that she could truly do this. She’d known it was totally up to her. He’d never force her to do anything she didn’t truly want. Of course, since she would have loved having him ravish her right there on the dance floor, it had required extra effort to keep things platonic all night.

  His musky scent alone had been more than enough to show her how aroused he’d actually been. She really hadn’t needed all that brushing up against his constant erection, feeli
ng how hard he was, to heighten her own awareness. Oh, but that had been such delicious fun! Poor Mike! Being on edge all night had been very difficult for them both. The heat she’d felt between her thighs, with things getting all slick and slippery, had been a rather new experience but one she then couldn’t resist. Each time, as those waves of desire would wash through her, making things pulse and throb down there, she’d pull back and force her libido to calm down. She’d be good for a while and find things to distract them both. But only for a little while. Being naughty was just so irresistible and that kept winning out. She’d lost track of how many times she’d relaxed and allowed herself to indulge. Again and again. And again.

  Recalling all this now, driving along slowly in the stop and go traffic, was making her horny as hell. Yet another indulgence. She sighed and tried to clear her thoughts. She was still wearing her one piece lifeguard bathing suit after being at the beach all day. When she’d hopped into her car, she’d removed the matching jacket, which came down to mid thigh. The day had been warm and glorious with a nice breeze off the ocean. She didn’t need the jacket now that she was away from that wind. She had the windows down and breathed in deeply, to help with clearing her head.

  She smelled smoke. From somewhere up above there was a fire. Probably a house in the hilly section of Lynn located just before she’d be crossing over to Salem. Damn! She couldn’t simply ignore this. Someone might need help. She turned off at the next street and headed her car towards the fire.

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