Cat Snips - a Short Story Collection by Cat Johnson

by Cat Johnson

  He grinned. “Because my coworker gave me some pointers.”

  Pointers? She raised a brow, nervous but sparing a moment to wish she could have been a fly on the wall for that conversation. “Such as?”

  Jeff looked mischievous. “It’ll be more fun if I show you. Trust me.”

  Meg hesitated before finally agreeing. She trusted him. “Okay.”

  His grin widened. “Good. Now, roll over.”

  Uh, oh.

  Naked, ass in the air, Meg had to wonder what the hell she had agreed to. She didn’t have time to argue though as she felt Jeff’s hands run over her tenderly before spreading her cheeks wide. When she became aware of the warm, wet feel of his tongue teasing her hole, she released a low moan, echoed by Jeff behind her.

  The unexpected sensation felt good. Weird, but really, really good.

  His tantalizing probing continued until his tongue was replaced by the pressure of one finger pushing gradually into her. She tensed, muscles clenching in fear with this new invasion.

  “Relax. We’ll go very slowly. I promise.” Jeff’s voice soothed her nerves, but not as much as his other hand snaking around in front of her to circle her clit did. She closed her eyes and released another moan as he pressed the finger in her ass deeper while increasing the pressure on the sensitive bud of nerves between her thighs. Every feeling seemed intensified threefold by the combination of both sensations.

  “Ready for more?” he asked huskily. She nodded and he slid a second finger, slick with his saliva, inside her ass.

  She shuddered out a breath.

  “How’s it feel, Meg? Tell me.” By his voice, she could tell he was breathing nearly as fast as she was at the moment.

  “Fine. Good,” she managed to choke out between pants.

  He moved behind her until his mouth was against her hair, his breath tickling her ear and sending a shiver through her. “I’m gonna fuck you the normal way for a bit while my fingers are in your ass so you get used to it. Okay?” His voice sounded gruff as he told her what he planned to do.

  Meg nodded and swallowed hard in anticipation as a tingle ran up her spine. Both of his hands left her briefly as he put on the condom and then moved back into position behind her.

  She released a low moan as his cock slid deep inside her. Jeff set a steady rhythm while his fingers pressed inside the entrance of her ass. All the while, he tantalized her clit with the other hand, pushing her closer to orgasm.

  His cock slid easily in and out of her. “God, Meg. You’re so wet.”

  She couldn’t comment on that. Being totally filled was sending her over the edge fast. “Jeff, I’m gonna come,” she breathed, face down in the pillow, arms quivering so badly she was unable to support herself any longer.

  “Hold on, Meg. I want to be in your ass when you come.”

  She nodded, hoping he’d be quick before she remembered to be afraid.

  He was faster than she could have imagined. Too soon, the pressure of the head of his cock, wet with her own juices, replaced his fingers. In mere seconds he was pressing slowly inside, firm but gentle, stretching her. It caused what felt almost like a burning sensation, until he pushed past the tight muscles at her entrance. Then he slid in farther.

  Meg heard his groan as he slipped inside her and held there, perfectly still. He gasped. “Oh my God. You feel amazing. Where’s the vibe?”

  Feeling blindly around the bed, she located and grasped Bunny, holding him up in one hand for Jeff to see.

  “Put it in your pussy and turn it on.”

  Meg took a deep breath and did what he asked, sliding Bunny in to the hilt, while Jeff held himself deep in her ass. She felt for and hit the “on” button and had to brace her head against the pillow as she was thrown into one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

  She couldn’t hear much past her own cries, which soon turned to screams of what could only be referred to as ecstasy, but on the edge of her consciousness she was aware of Jeff behind her. He gripped her hips and was making some pretty uncharacteristically loud noises of his own as he thrust into her. Finally, plunging deeply inside of her one final time, he shuddered, groaned and then let his head fall limply against her back.

  On the edge of her consciousness, Meg guessed she could have kept going…or actually coming…until Bunny’s batteries ran out but since Jeff was done and judging from the weight of him crushing her and his heavy breathing, exhausted and spent for now, she turned her little electronic friend off and slid him out.

  Breathless, weak and still shaky from the orgasm, she still practically bubbled with excitement. “Oh my God. That was the most intense thing I’ve ever felt in my life. Could you feel it? Did you feel Bunny? Could you feel me coming?” She twisted and tried to see Jeff’s face over her shoulder but couldn’t.

  She felt him laugh against her back. “Oh, yeah. I felt it all. Bunny, you, everything. Bunny was vibrating against me was you were throbbing and squeezing me so tight I could barely move. Wow.”

  He slid his now softened cock slowly from her and rolled over, still breathing heavily. Finally, he hoisted himself off the bed and padded barefoot to the bathroom, she assumed to dispose of the condom—see, another reason those things were annoying. She was alone in her afterglow, but she still wanted to discuss the amazing sex they’d just had.

  Finally, after a quick flush of the toilet and the sound of the water running in the sink, he returned. He laughed. “That’s something I would definitely like to repeat soon and often.”

  She scowled. Yeah, now that she had broken his anal sex cherry, he would probably be doing it all over the place with everyone.

  He crawled across the bed and kissed her on the tip of her nose. “If you’re willing, that is. Can we do it again sometime?”

  Unwillingly, she felt herself smile. He wanted to do it again with her, not sleazy nurse chick. But still, he’d been with that other woman… Meg couldn’t seem to get over that. She shrugged. “I guess.”

  Jeff raised a brow. “You guess? Sweetie, I haven’t heard sounds like that come out of you ever. Don’t even try to pretend you didn’t like it.”

  She pouted, but couldn’t maintain the pout when she realized this was the first time he’d ever called her “sweetie”. Her heart beat a little faster. “I liked it.”

  He smirked with satisfaction and plopped back against the headboard next to her. “Damn, just thinking about it has me hard again.” He turned his head toward her and waggled his eyebrows. “You up for another go? Your choice of positions this time.”

  “I don’t know. Do you have another condom?” She imbued the last word with as much venom as she could muster.

  Jeff rolled his eyes, clearly accepting her nastiness if it meant he could get laid again tonight. “Yes.”

  “All right.” She let go of a bit of the anger, tucking it away to chew on later. Instead she began to consider which position she wanted to partake in since this time it was her choice. “Up against the wall. You holding me up. I want you to have to work for it.”

  He smiled, shaking his head. “Fine. Get up. And might I add, you can be an evil witch?”

  She smiled. Yes, she could be. One of her more lovable traits.

  Hours later, Meg was still unable to sleep. The memory of Jeff’s well-defined arm and chest muscles bunching as he supported her not inconsiderable weight, while her arms and legs wrapped tightly around him as he fucked her for an impressively long time, had her up for the remainder of the night.

  And when the sun rose to the sound of his soft familiar snores beside her, she had only one thought left.

  That being, fuck.

  She liked him. Really liked him and not as just a friend. She wouldn’t let herself think that other word that started with “l”.

  Meg reviewed the facts one more time in hopes of getting a different outcome this time. She felt jealous for the first time in their friendship ever. Tonight she’d lain awake for hours and couldn’t get him out of her mind. She
’d spent considerable time during her insomnia planning on how and when to get him back in her bed again, as well as what she had in her lingerie drawer to wear for that next event.

  How could she possibly be falling for him now?

  This complicated everything.

  Chapter Two

  “I think I have a crush on Jeff.”

  Meg had hoped it was simply orgasm-induced euphoria and it would fade. But the next day, while she sat opposite her girlfriend Vicki and poked at the salad in front of her, it was still there, that feeling of unrest sitting smack over her heart.

  Vicki glanced up from her Asian Chicken Salad and shook her head. “I told you six months ago when you started this friends with benefits thing that you can not have sex with a guy on a regular basis and not develop deeper feelings for him. It’s impossible. Mother Nature didn’t build women to be able to do things like that. We were designed to be monogamous and hold the family unit together.”

  Meg sighed. She considered herself a feminist and didn’t like Vicki’s theory. Men could fuck without falling for the woman, so why couldn’t women? Then an idea struck her. She looked up hopefully. “Maybe I don’t have feelings for him. Perhaps it’s just jealousy. I didn’t think I liked him like that until I found out he’d slept with someone else.”

  Vicki put down her fork and raised an eyebrow. “Jeff slept with someone else?”

  Somehow her friend’s reaction did nothing to comfort Meg.

  “Yeah, but it was an accident. She was drunk and I was out of town.” Why she felt the need to rationalize and defend Jeff to Vicki with his own lame excuses, Meg couldn’t explain.

  Vicki didn’t comment, but her expression did it for her. Vicki had something to say but wasn’t saying it.

  “What? You think he’s tired of me don’t you?” Meg accused.

  “No, I don’t. Men are simply different than women when it comes to sex. That’s all.”

  This again. “So you’re saying men are built to go around fucking a bunch of different women and not get attached but women are not?”

  Vicki nodded. “Correct. Basically they were designed to spread their seed.”

  “Great. Thanks. That makes me feel tons better.” The last thing Meg wanted to think about was Jeff spreading his seed everywhere, particularly between the nurse’s legs.

  “Sorry. But I think the more important issue here is not that Jeff went out and got laid, but that you’re jealous about it.”

  “Why?”

  “It means you like him far more than you thought you did. If you didn’t care, you wouldn’t be jealous.”

  That made far too much sense for her liking. Meg finally gave up and laid her fork on the table, realizing she wasn’t at all hungry. She buried her face in her hands. “What the hell am I going to do?”

  “Go on a date with him. You’re already halfway into a relationship. You’re friends, you sleep together, you just skipped the dating part. So call and ask him to dinner or something.”

  Sure they’d eaten together, tons of times, but they were meals, never dates. Suddenly in a panic at the idea of asking Jeff out and being rejected by him, Meg stared down at her cell phone. She’d left it lying on the table when she’d arrived so she would hear it in case Jeff called. Damn it. She had it bad. This sucked.

  “What if I ask him out tonight and he already has a date?” What if he was going out with trampy barfly nurse?

  “You won’t know until you ask.”

  Panic gripped her. “I don’t know if I can.”

  “I’m telling you, invite him over for a nice home cooked meal. Show him what a real relationship with you can be like, one that involves more than booty calls. And while you’re at it, you can gently feel him out about his feelings toward you.”

  When Meg made no move, Vicki picked up the phone, scrolled through Meg’s contact list. She hit send and held it out to her. Meg remained frozen.

  “Better take it. It’s ringing.”

  Shit. Meg grabbed the phone and got it to her ear just in time to hear Jeff’s voice say, “Hello.”

  “Hey.”

  “Hey, Meg. What’s up?”

  She swallowed hard. “Um, do you want to do something tonight?”

  Vicki scowled deeply at Meg’s lame invitation.

  “Sorry. I can’t. I have plans. Rain check?”

  “Um, sure. I’ll call you. Bye.” Meg disconnected the call as quickly as she could with shaking hands and glared at Vicki.

  He had a date with someone else. Maybe she’d already lost him, just when she finally discovered she actually wanted him. Now what the hell was she going to do?

  One long, sleepless, harrowing week later, Meg stood opposite Jeff, who sat at the table in her apartment. He looked as relaxed as Meg was nervous.

  God, she hated the entire male species.

  Heart unexplainably pounding, Meg walked past Jeff as he sniffed the air after her. “Are you wearing perfume?” He sounded surprised.

  “What? No. I mean, yes. Maybe. Why?” Meg could kick herself, stuttering like a schoolgirl, and around Jeff, of all people. Jeff who probably spent last Saturday night, and every night in between, fucking his nurse, for all she knew. Meg probably should be happy he made time and bothered to come over and eat with her.

  He looked at her as if she were losing her mind and shrugged. “No reason. You smell good. That’s all.”

  “Oh. Um. Thanks.”

  He thought she smelled good. Why the hell did that make her happy? She reminded herself that he probably said the same thing to his floozy too.

  She grabbed the two plates she’d prepared from the kitchen counter and carried them to the dining table.

  Jeff looked her up and down. “Is that a new skirt?”

  Did she tell him she had tried on practically everything in her closet to find the perfect outfit for tonight and had finally found this ultra-short mini skirt she’d bought years ago shoved on a shelf with the tags still on it? Should she tell him she hoped it, combined with the knee-length high-heeled boots, would make him drool, forget about the nurse and instead think of nothing but bending her over the dining table as he did wicked things to her?

  “This? Nope. Had it for years.”

  He raised a brow. “Oh? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you wear it before. It’s nice.”

  Meg’s mouth twisted in a scowl. Nice had not been the look she was going for.

  Jeff looked down at the dinner plate she plunked harder than necessary in front of him. Ignoring that, he commented, “This looks good. Thanks.”

  It should look good. Everything had better be more than good. She’d spent the entire afternoon food shopping, cleaning the apartment, preparing the meal and then fixing herself up—hair, makeup, perfume, a special outfit, right down to the brand new and incredibly uncomfortable thong underwear—all in anticipation of his arrival.

  “Good. Great. Hope you like it.” She plopped down in her chair with a huff and took a large gulp of red wine.

  Apparently, her nerves were making her cranky this evening. Acting ornery was probably not the best way to win a new boyfriend. Too bad her mouth and her brain sometimes, all right, often, failed to communicate. Jeff glanced at her with a raised brow before he cut into his painstakingly homemade lasagna that she hoped had “good cook and potential girlfriend” written all over it.

  She watched closely as he took the first bite and swallowed. He dug right in for a second mouthful but the high praise and confessions of love she’d hoped for didn’t come.

  Finally, he looked up with a frown and gestured toward her untouched dish with his fork. “Aren’t you eating?”

  “I had a big lunch.” She lied, rubbing her belly as if it were full for effect.

  He nodded. “Well you’re missing out. This is great.”

  A bit happier, she digested that compliment and decided to spin it to her advantage.

  “You know what else was great? That sex last week. Huh?”

  The
fork halted halfway to Jeff’s mouth as he looked up at her with surprise. “Um, yeah. It was.”

  “I wouldn’t mind doing that every night. How about you?” Shit, she sounded like one of the guys in the locker room or something. She might as well slap him on the rear end and then hit the showers.

  Jeff laid the fork back down on his dish and stared at her. “What’s up, Meg. You’re acting strangely tonight.”

  “Nothing’s up.” Her voice sounded a little pitchy in her own ears. He continued to wait and watch and she caved. “It’s…I just…” She sighed and started over. “You know the rules we set up when we started this thing between us.”

  Jeff nodded. “Yes.”

  “Like that rule about the two of us not being exclusive, for example?” she continued in what she hoped sounded like a casual voice.

  He raised a brow. “Yes, I’m familiar with that particular rule.”

  Yeah, she bet he was. She remembered the nurse. “Well, I was wondering if maybe we should reevaluate all the rules, like maybe every six months or so, just to make sure we’re still happy with them.”

  He nodded very slowly. “It’s been about six months since we started this thing, hasn’t it?”

  “Has it?” She feigned ignorance, squinting at the ceiling and pretending to count. “Yeah, I guess it has been. You’re right.”

  Jeff continued to scrutinize her a bit too closely. “Okay. We’ll reevaluate. So tell me, what are your feelings about the exclusivity rule, for instance?”

  Heart pounding, she did her best to shrug casually.

  “Well, I really hadn’t thought about it much, but since you asked… I guess if we’re both enjoying being with one another, we should consider becoming exclusive. But on the other hand if, for example, you were getting bored with us being together, or you’re interested in someone else, then maybe that rule about being free to sleep with other people should stand.” Meg couldn’t bring herself to ask if he was interested in someone else so instead she asked, “So, are you bored with us?”