Kathy's World, Shay Kassa [microsoft ebook reader txt] 📗

wondered how she got herself into such a strange situation. “That wouldn't be very fair to you, though. You know, with your bad luck and all.”

“Kathy, you don't owe me anything just because I drove you home,” he pointed out. “I said I'd show you a good time. If that means just sitting around and drinking coffee, well, there are worse ways to spend an evening.” He shrugged. “Yeah, bad luck or whatever, but I ain't that hard up that I need to convince a woman to sleep with me. It's up to you, okay?”

She nodded. “I know. It's not you, Eddie – I just didn't think I'd be spending my weekend like this. Have you ever had anyone cheat on you? Someone you really trusted?”

“No. I broke up with my last girlfriend a few months back because she wanted to settle down and I wasn't interested, but I've been lucky. No really big emotional stuff so far, just the usual relationship drama.”

“So you're not into commitment?”

“Nah. I hate kids and having to wear a suit, so I'm not exactly husband material.”

That made her laugh. “Oh, I don't know, I think kids would get a kick out of their dad being in a metal band.”

At that, he walked over and picked up the mugs. “And that's enough of that topic, I think. C'mon, beautiful, let's see what's on TV.”

Kathy got the cream and sugar and pointed him at the living room. Her TV was a bit small, but she only used it for watching a few shows during the week and it worked well enough for that. She especially liked her couch, as it was big, comfy, and great for reading books.

Eddie put the mugs down on the table and sat down while she fished around for the remote. She put on some late night movie, and kept the volume low. Kathy paused as she observed how he sat: lounging with his arms on the back of the couch, completely at ease, in a way that made his thick muscles stand out.

Her stomach flopped over again. It wasn't nerves. Kathy sat down and unzipped her boots, then tucked her legs up under her. Eddie watched her as she sipped her coffee, a curious smile on his face. “What?” she asked.

He crooked his finger at her, summoning her over to his side of the couch. Kathy put down her coffee and shuffled towards him until she was close enough to lean on his chest, and he draped his arm over her shoulder. “Better?” he said, nuzzling her hair.

“Ah... yeah. Better.” She forgot about the coffee.

They watched the movie – or Kathy pretended to. The attraction hadn't gone away. The thought of sex, with him, hadn't gone away. The roller-coaster had stopped for a while, but now it was getting back up to speed, and soon it would tip over the next slope and send her flying.

Eddie was stroking her arm absently with his thumb. The small motion made her heart thump painfully, and made her think of where else his hands could go. Where her hands could go...

Just do it, part of her said. He wanted you before. He'll make it good. You're owed some guilt-free fun after what Mark did to you. This is what people do, after they've been hurt – they go and have sex with strangers. Well, maybe you don't do that, but we're living in an alternate universe now, and anything goes here...

She turned just a little, and grabbed his hand. She moved it over a couple of inches and onto her breast.

There was a slight shift in how he was sitting, enough to tell her that she had his full attention now. His thumb moved again, flicking over her nipple through the thin fabric of her top and the lace of her bra. It felt so deliciously good, made every inch of her body more sensitive, and she rose unconsciously into the touch. Eddie kissed the side of her head and murmured into her ear. “Is that a green light for everything?”

Oh yes, yes, yes, though she had no idea what he meant by 'everything' at this point. He'd stop if she said so, but why not let go for once? Just hold on to the roller-coaster. Kathy nodded.

He pulled her chin around and kissed her, and slipped his hand inside her top. On the outside it was lovely; on the inside, squeezing and stroking, it made her whole body ache with arousal. His other hand started on her thigh and wandered in under her skirt, hot and heavy and suddenly curled into her underwear.

She moaned and grabbed at his T-shirt. His fingers just seemed to know where to go, rubbing over her clitoris and down further into her. It was so easy for him; what the hell had Mark been doing, all that time, when he said he couldn't find it? She was already wet and in desperate need of more, and whether they did it right here or in her bedroom, she hardly cared at all.

He dragged her around and she ended up crushed against his chest with one leg pressed into his crotch. She kissed him furiously, rocking against his hands and trying to pull his shirt up. He stopped her, then untangled them for a moment and stood. “I'm not doing this here when there's a bed nearby,” he said, and Kathy almost groaned in impatience. She started to drag him towards the stairs, but not before he had the presence of mind to switch off the TV.

They almost fell into the bedroom. Nothing had changed since she chased Mark out the night before. The sheets were still in complete disarray, and that condom was still on the floor, but her former revulsion seemed miles away. If Eddie saw it, he didn't show it; he just picked her up and dumped her on the bed, and then pulled his T-shirt off.

“You are not naked enough,” he said, in that voice that