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Disclaimer(s):
- This part of the story contains references to Muslim and Afghan culture, beliefs, and traditions. Please don't take any of this literally.
- As always, this is a story for and about consenting adults. If you are put off by any of the themes indicated by the tags - or if you feel it might offend your religious beliefs, please skip it.
Black Cat (Part 2)
Chapter 6: Saturday Morning - Making Love
“Good morning, Daddy!”
I opened my eyes. Cat. Lying next to me, her head lifted up by one arm, smiling. My blanket pulled up over her shoulder.
My blanket. My bed. How did we get here? Last evening was a blur. After raping Cat in the bathroom… I remembered that we took a shower to rinse all the cum and piss off our bodies and then? I really didn’t know. Yet, here we were.
“Good morning, Kitty!”
“Ewww, my mom calls me Kitty!”
“And your Daddy can’t?”
“Damn… Kitty it is. Kitty and Daddy.”
I leaned forward and kissed her. A soft kiss on her lips. It’s crazy, but with all the things we had shared (“Rape!” the little man in my head whispered), this was our first kiss.
And from the way her lips felt, the way she kept them awkwardly closed… not only our first kiss but maybe even her first kiss ever?
I touched her lips with my tongue and she opened them… welcomed my tongue into her little mouth - and gave it a quick bite.
“Ouch!”
“This feels really nice…”
“Including the bite?”
“That was just… you know… 50 shades of fucked up”
“You’ve watched ‘50 Shades of Grey’? Or read it?”
“Read. Mom didn’t allow me to watch it…”
“It’s not for kids…”
She sat up.
“I’m not a kid!”
“Well, technically you…”
“I’m a teenager!”
“Uhm, technically you aren’t…”
Pause.
Me: “Is this our first fight?”
“No, this is just me educating my boyfriend.”
“Oh, your ‘boyfriend’?”
Now Cat was looking visibly annoyed. She was holding the blanket in front of her chest and looked at me, daggers shooting from her eyes.
“OK, Mister, now educate me: what else do we have to do so we can…” …in a little girl voice… “...go steady, please?”
“Another kiss might help…”
Cat tilted her head. “Go on…”
“...and I would really like to kiss your little tits.”
“…and I’m afraid you’ll have to wait another few years until you’ll see any tits on this little kitten.”
Cat dropped the blanket. I looked at her. She looked gorgeous. Yes, no breasts at all… but the cutest nipples I had ever seen. Dark, big areolas and two beautiful, stiff nipples, like pencil erasers, pointing up and to the side.
“You’re beautiful!”
“I’m up here. These are just my non-tits”
“All of you is beautiful. I just discovered a new area of beauty”
“I’m so happy I could pee the bed”
I looked at her.
“Figuratively, of course.”
“Of course.”
Pause.
Me: “I would really like to kiss them”
“There’s no them there”
“...and bite them…”
“Now we’re talking… come here… get yourself some kiddie tiddies…”
I raised my finger, lecturing: “Teen tits!”
“Don’t make me fall for you, Sir!”
“That’s Daddy for you, little Kitty”
And with this, I leaned forward and took her left nipple between my lips. I could hear Cat sucking in her breath… her hands in my hair… I sucked gently… my tongue circled her erect nipple. She tasted wonderful… and I could feel her nipple twitch every time I gave it a little nudge with my tongue.
“Oooooohhhh Daddy… let’s not fight anymore… let’s… ouch!”
I had bit her nipple… not too hard, but hard enough for her to feel it.
“Ahhh-ouw-ouw… Daddy… slow… slow…”
I pulled her nipple with my teeth and let my tongue dance on the tip while I stretched it.
“Fuck, Daddy, this hurts so good… do that thing with your tongue again… yes, there…”
I flicked my tongue left and right, pushed Cat on her back and then I was over her, drooling all over her chest. I pinched her other nipple between my thumb and index finger and pulled it while I rolled it left and right, twisted it.
“You’re gonna make me cum like this, Daddy… stop… not yet, Daddy… stop…”
Last night I hadn’t stopped, no matter how much she had pleaded… but now I twirled my tongue around her nipple one last time, and then I let both nipples go. They popped back with an audible sound.
“Damn, Daddy… that was close.”
“I would’ve finished it… you taste like milk chocolate”
“But that’s for me… and last night was for me. Even though I’d say you had a certain amount of fun at the end, no?”
“Yes, it was fun for me, too… just a kind of fun I need to get used to”
We kissed… just a short kiss, our tongues touching at the same moment our lips touched.
“I don’t think you have any idea how nervous I was in the bathroom. I could see that you were pretty shaken by the beating… but I was so afraid I couldn’t even think straight. I thought… ‘I have to piss on him, I can’t not piss on him, and then he will push me away and tell me how fucked up and disgusting I am and he will never want to see or touch me again…’ But you… you…”
Cat threw herself into my arms and now THIS was really our first kiss… mouths opened, tongues intertwined, I drank her spit and she drank mine, she bit my tongue and I bit her lip until we both tasted blood.
I pulled the blanket all the way down and Cat was on top of me… I had been hard since I had woken up, but now my cock was pulsing… Cat rubbed her wet slit up and down my shaft while we kissed, her hand found the head of my cock and pulled the foreskin back and forth in the same rhythm her pussy moved on my rod.
Cat leaned down… she barely reached my chest when she was grinding on my cock… she kissed and bit my nipples… sucked them…
Looking up at me, she whispered: “And one thing… with every single guy I ever had a crush on, always the same fantasy… him hitting me… me pissing on him… every time… and then… I imagined how they would… and stopped… this was too much, even for me. I never let this out of the back of my head… little glimpses… imagining being hurt and torn open when I came… but I never dared to think about it.”
A wall of words, whispered, her hips moved faster, her nails dug into my foreskin, pain like white heat while I felt her juice dripping all over my balls.
Cat sat up… lifted her pussy off my cock… I wanted to protest, but she put her finger on my mouth. I took it between my lips, bit it gently, and let my tongue play around it.
A single tear rolled down Cat’s cheek… her smile turned soft, she stopped moving”
“I love you, Dan.”
And with this, I pushed my cock into my little girl… slowly… Cat’s mouth opened… she drew in her breath, her pussy still sore from last night… sore, but also dripping wet, and soft… and so tight I had to hook my arms over her shoulders so my gentle thrusts didn’t just push her away…
“Daddy… not so deep… please!”
I slowed down even more.
“Don’t move… I want to make love to your cock”
Cat started moving… I could feel that she didn’t know how… she shifted her position… changed the angle… squeezing my cock in her tight little girl pussy. I put my arms behind my head and just looked at her. I could see how she was concentrating… trying to do it right. Do it right for me.
When she found it, her eyes opened slowly… her hips moving… first up and down, then gyrating around my cock…
“Wow… this is… this is it… oh my… I love your cock, Daddy”
“I love your pussy, Kitty!”
“Don’t move… let me…”
I looked down… about half of my cock was in Cat’s pussy and she struggled to take more of it… but I didn’t care… the head of my cock was locked inside her, I could feel her tight hole pushing my foreskin back and then pulling it back up.
Cat pushed down a little harder, squealed, and got back up.
“It’s so big, Daddy… your cock is too big for a little girl like me!”
“You’re doing great, Kitty… take it as deep as you like!”
“But I want all of your cock, Daddy!”
She slammed down harder, no soft movements, no gyrating, just a hard push down and it felt like my cock would bend and break…
“Fuck, Daddy… help me push… fuck into me…”
“I… Kitty…”. I arched my back, my hips lifting her from the bed, but my cock didn’t go any deeper…
“Kitty… I think I’m… close…”
“Cum inside me, Daddy… cum in your little girl. I wanted it last night. I still want it!”
“Are you… baby… are you on…? I don’t want to…”
Cat stopped moving. Her hips went up and only the tip of my cock was inside her. I could feel her nectar running down my shaft… she made her pussy extra tight, squeezing the head of my cock like a lemon, and then relaxed.
“Daddy… I’m not on the pill.”
“We have to…”
Cat started moving slowly… fucking my cock with almost imperceptible little movements while gyrating on my cock…
“No Daddy. I don’t need to. Fucking your little girl is safe.”
“No, Cat…”
“Daddy! Listen to me! I don’t need to be careful… yet!”
She winked at me. Batted her eyelashes.
OK, I’m an idiot. I really didn’t know.
“But when I am a little older…” Gyrating her hips “...and fertile…” Short, quick ups and downs on the head of my cock. “...I want you to breed me…”.
“Kitty…”
“Daddy…”
I exploded… Cat felt my cum shooting out of my cock and pushed down hard, taking me as deep as a 6th grader can take it into her little girl pussy…
“Daddy, yes!”
I grabbed her hips and pressed her down on my cock with both hands… looking into her eyes.
“More, Daddy… cum more into my baby pussy!”
My balls contracted again and shot another long spurt of warm cream into her fuckhole… I couldn’t help but thrust up, making her take even more of my cock… I could feel my cum squirting out of Cat, before I thrust back in and fucked my cum deep into her cunt.
One last spurt, but Cat had already fallen down on my chest, breathing heavily.
“Daddy… this was the best… I can’t even… I can’t…”
“Sorry, I couldn’t hold out longer… you didn’t…?”
“Daddy… do you have any idea how much this has hurt? I’ll cum when I get used to… this…”
“Damn, I’m sorry, Kitty…”
“Was it good for you? I want it good for you, Daddy…”
“Kitty, this was either the best or the second-best sex of my life”
Now her head turned up. A long look.
“Who’s the other lucky lady?”
I looked at her. Smiled.
Cat’s face lit up. God, I loved this happy smile.
“Come with me, Daddy. Quick!”
I wanted to say something….
“Shush. No time. Come!”
Cat jumped off me, cum dripping from her pussy, and took my hand. She dragged me to the bathroom, into the shower stall, leaving a trail of cum drops on the way.
“On your knees. Please, Daddy…”
I knelt down, I probably looked like I wanted to propose.
I knew what was coming. I knew Cat. I knew my girlfriend.
Cat relaxed and a thick, warm jet of pee shot over my groin and ran down over my still-erect cock. Cum dripped out of her pussy and was washed down by her fragrant jet of pee.
I felt Cat redirecting her stream on my cock… and then I let go, too… my pee shot up like a fountain. It didn’t quite make it to Cat’s face, but she bent down and caught some with her mouth and rinsed her face with it… and then we kissed… we kissed the whole time we were pissing on each other. We were still kissing when we had emptied ourselves and Cat reached back to turn the water on. We kissed while we showered and cleaned each other. We kissed while we dried each other with one big towel.
Chapter 7: Saturday Noon - Narges
Post-coital bliss… until I looked at the clock over the bathroom mirror.
“When did you say your friend will come?”
“12 noon… why?”
“It’s 11:18.”
“Damn…”
A whirlwind of cleaning, making the bed, mopping up the bathroom, removing all evidence of last night’s debauchery - and the trail of cum drops from my bed to the bathroom.
“Kitty… who’s coming again?”
“My friend Narges. Nana”
“Now, don’t take this the wrong way… but… this is a normal visit?”
“What’s this supposed to mean, Mister?”
“I mean… I’ve come to understand that you are… an unusual girl…”
“Awww, now aren’t you the sweetest!” Her voice dripped with sarcasm.
“Seriously, Kitty… please don’t let me run into this blind again.”
“OK, I’ve been working on this… project. And I hope Nana and Ti will help. But really, no worries. Doesn’t involve you. We meet here, and then we’ll see.”
“On a scale from 1 to 10, how… unusual… is this project?”
In a British accent: “This one goes up to 11”. Wink. Eyelashes.
A quote from Spinal Tap. And it sent shivers down my spine.
—-----------------
Minutes later, the doorbell rang. I pressed the buzzer and we waited at the door. Cat next to me. Her arm wrapped around me. One evening together. One night together. One morning together. And I still forget how tiny this girl is. Her head leaned against the side of my chest. We stood there like a married couple waiting for their dinner guests.
I heard steps outside and opened the door and we stepped outside. I saw Narges’ back, coming up the stairs.
Was this a slightly taller clone of Cat? All in black, not a hoodie, more like a trenchcoat. Not a hood over her head but a black headscarf. A big handbag, like a sports bag. I saw white hands… not white, more like a light tone of copper. Narges made it to the top of the stairs and turned towards us.
Her face framed by the headscarf, giant horn-rimmed glasses, her face plain, with a stern look. Arabic? 5’5’’, maybe 5’6’’? I couldn’t see anything of her body under the long, heavy coat.
When she saw Cat: “Catherine! I am happy to see you!”
“Oh, come here, you old barn owl. I’ve missed you!”
Cat hugged her while Narges stood perfectly still, her arms hanging down her sides. She raised one arm and patted Cat on the back.
Cat took a step back. “Nana, this is Dan. My boyfriend!”
I freeze. It was one thing to say it in bed. It was a totally different thing to hear it said out loud for the first time in public. Even when “public” was just one small Muslim girl with an expression like Angela from “The Office”.
Narges looked at me. At my face. Then up and down my body.
I offered my hand: “Welcome. I’m very happy to meet one of Cat’s friends!”
Narges took my hand, a firm handshake from a tiny hand.
“Thank you for inviting me to your home. It is very nice to meet you, Sir!”
“No need for the ‘Sir’, just Dan.”
She let go of my hand.
“I was raised to address my elders with the respect they deserve, Sir”
And with this, she walked by me. I turned to Cat. Her mouth open in fake outrage, turning into a shit-eating grin. She bit her hand and pumped her fist.
Whispered: “Meet Nana. God, I love this little ray of sunshine”.
Cat walked in. I stood there. Took a deep breath. Went in and closed the door behind me.
—-----------------
Narges took off her coat. Under it, she had the same kind of all-black coat, just with a slightly thinner and lighter fabric. Cat took her heavy coat and looked at me.
“You can put it over there.”
I looked at Narges. Tried to find words to describe her face. Not pretty. Certainly not ugly or anything. The best I could come up with was “proud”. She again stood still, her head following Cat, and then she looked back at me.
“You have a very nice home, Sir. Does Catherine live here with you?”
“Uhm… this is all still very… new for both of us. But for the time being, no, she lives with her mom downstairs. She’s staying with me this weekend because her mom is away for work.”
“I see.”
Pause. Pause. Pause.
“So, how do you two know each other?”
“I came here from Afghanistan one year ago. I knew nobody. Our school cafeteria is too small for two people to eat alone.”
I looked at Cat. For the first time, I saw her embarrassed. Could black girls blush?
“It took a week and then we started to talk to each other. I like Catherine very much.”
“...and now she’s my best friend!”
Cat hugged her again. Narges didn’t hug her back. But her face changed… not to a smile. But from a very stern expression to a slightly less stern expression.
“I’m your only friend, Catherine..”
“...and this also makes you my best friend, Nana.”
“Would you like to sit down, Narges? Maybe something to drink?”
“Thank you, Sir. I prefer to stand for now.”
This was not going well. Shit.
“Narges. Please. You are Cat’s friend and it is important to me that my… my…”
Cat: “...girlfriend…”
“...yes, thank you… my girlfriend’s friend… I dunno… accepts me. You don’t have to like me.”
Cat took my hand. Squeezed it.
Narges looked at me, walked over to the couch, sat down, her legs tilted to the side.
“My father was 61 when he died. That was last year. He had just celebrated his 20-year anniversary with my mother. My mother is turning 33 next month.”
Pause. I didn’t know where else to look, so I held her gaze.
“Please believe me, I do not care about age difference.”
I felt Cat’s arms around me and I put my hand on her shoulder. Steadying myself.
“But I do care very much about Catherine. If she wants to be with you and loves you, I will respect your relationship and I will support both of you.”
I exhaled. Tried a smile which probably came out as some crooked grimace.
“But if you hurt her or… force her…”
Pause. Again, a lump in my stomach.
I tried to make light of the situation. “... you will kill me?” Tried to wink.
“No. But I know people who will hurt you if I ask them to. Sir.”
I was still holding her gaze. I wouldn’t back down.
“Thank you, Narges. I appreciate your honesty.”
She nodded.
“I told you, this is all very new and we’re still figuring things out. But I would never hurt her. If she wants to be with me, I will not leave her. If others don’t understand, I will accept that they don’t and stay by her side. I don’t know if you want me to be your friend. But you are Cat’s friend and I would like you as my friend.”
I’m not good at speeches. And this was probably not the best way to put it all. But I meant every word, no matter how awkwardly put.
I felt Cat tugging on my arm. She looked up at me. Her eyes moist.
“I love you.”
“I love you.”
Cat walked over to Narges. Sat down next to her. Hugged her for the third time - and this time, Narges opened her arms and took her in.
“And I love you, too, Nana. Like, really really. I love that you want to protect me. But please, trust me on this. This is it. This is me. Nobody forced me to do anything.”
Pictures of last night came back… hitting Cat… spanking her bare ass… raping her…
I took another breath, walked over to them, and sat down on the other end of the couch.
“May I have a glass of water, please?”
I had just sat down and got up again.
“Yes, of course. Ice?”
“Yes, please. Thank you, Dan!”
“You’re most welcome, Narges.”
“Please, call me Nana. All my friends do.”
“But I’m your only…”
Narges looked at her. Cat stopped speaking. So you could have the last word with her.
I nodded at Narges. She nodded back. Cat was still hugging her and rested her head against Narges’ shoulder.
—-----------------
We were sitting on the couch. Cat had already downed two big glasses of water - and that made me a tiny bit nervous. Narges was sitting like a statue, still, in perfect posture, looking around the room while we tried to make small talk.
“Nana, your English is very good. You said you’ve been here for just a year?”
“I went to an American school in Kabul. My father and my brother were working with the Americans, with some… not a general, but an important soldier. The soldiers got me into that school. When my father got sick, they helped us to move to the US for surgery and… chemotherapy. But it was too late. The cancer was everywhere.”
“I’m very sorry to hear this, Nana. So you’re here with your mother and brother?”
“With my mother and my older sister. My brother died in Afghanistan. Bomb. Three months before we left for America.“
She said this without any discernible emotion in her voice. But her face betrayed her. This girl had seen more than I or Cat could imagine. No wonder her pride was so important to her.
“Again, I’m so sorry. I would like to say something… better… but I really can only say: sorry.”
“Dan, this is life. It is hard and Allah sends blessings and curses. And we have to learn to accept both.”
“Do you… like it here?”
“Yes. And No. I like that I can go to a normal school. I can learn, have a job later, or maybe study. This is not normal for girls in Afghanistan. It wasn’t even normal when the Americans were still there.”
“I know… this whole mess with the…”
“But I do know that many of you do not want me here. Somebody like me. People like my family. I’ve been here for a year. Nobody has greeted me, except if they had to. Nobody has invited us to share a meal. Neighbors looked down and mumbled when my mother invited them to dinner.”
Cat looked at her. Her face full of love. She wiped something off Narges’ face. A tear.
“Nana, would you and your family give Catherine and me the honor of joining us for dinner sometime?”
“Thank you, Sir. I will have to speak to my mother, but I can already say that we would feel blessed if you invited us to your home for dinner.”
Cat: “Would you also bless us with telling us what you, like, eat?”
Great, I wasn’t the only one who sometimes should just shut-the-fuck-up. Don’t ruin this, Cat…
“It is really simple, Catherine. No pork. Almost a year and you still…”
“Nana, I’ve seen your lunchboxes. This doesn’t look like just ‘no pork’. This looks like some Japanese chef had a manic phase. And then sprinkled rose petals on it.”
“Nobody expects a traditional Afghan meal. And it is nothing like Japanese food. No offense, Catherine: you couldn’t make it anyway.”
Cat wrinkled her nose: “None taken”. And stuck her tongue out.
“We have never had a real American hamburger. People say McDonald’s doesn’t count. And they are not good.”
“McDonald’s does indeed not count. Burgers it is.”
God or Allah had blessed me indeed: this is the one thing I knew how to cook.
—-----------------
“She grows on you, doesn’t she?”
We were standing in the kitchen, preparing a plate with fruits and nuts. Fruits and nuts Cat had brought up from downstairs because the only fruit I had were smoothies and the only nuts were salted beer nuts.
“She is… unusual.”
Cat raised her eyebrows.
“A different kind of unusual. But I can see that she likes you very much.”
“No shit, Sherlock. Now go and be a good host while I finish up here. You’re messing with my arrangement.”
I came back to the couch and saw Narges smile. Not a big, broad smile like Cat… more like a twinkle in the corners of her mouth. Narges had full lips and even the slightest tremble in them somehow radiated over her whole face.
“Cat will be right here. Do you want some more water?”
“My glass is still full, Dan. But thank you for offering.”
I really wanted Cat back here. This girl is, what? 13 or 14 years old and I’m genuinely nervous that I can’t hold my own in a conversation with her.
“Life lessons.”
“What?”
“Life lessons. Sometimes you need to observe real life to understand something. Back in Kabul, most girls learned from books. Or from old stories and songs. We didn’t get out much to observe real life. But I found that the things I thought I knew about America are not in books. Most certainly not in Afghan stories or songs.”
There was this hint of a smile again. Something about her made her not pretty or good-looking or attractive - but beautiful.
“And what is your life lesson for today?”
“Many Afghan men marry girls much younger than them. Most of those marriages are profoundly unhappy. My mother was given to my father when she was 12.”
She looked at me. Left the obvious unspoken.
“They didn’t love each other. But they did care for each other. My father traveled for days to get Turkish soap operas and pop music on the black market to bring to my mother because she liked them. My mother washed his feet every day and only cooked his favorite meals. When he got sick, she was by his side day and night. She was with him when he died and didn’t leave him until they put him in the ground.”
“Isn’t this love?”
“No. I have seen love. This was not love.”
“I understand.”
“I see the way Cat looks at you. It is one day?”
“Yes, one day”. I had to smile to myself. One day. Not even 24 hours yet.
“It could be a crush. I have seen her when she has a crush.”
I sat up straight. But I didn’t ask.
“But… my life lesson for today is: maybe there can be love even when two people are at… different seasons of their life.” I cringed. “This isn’t in any book.”
Now, for the first time, a really big smile… one she tried to hide.
“It is in some stories, but those are not… literature. They are for… entertainment.”
What was she talking about?
Narges regained her poise. Her face told me that she wished she hadn’t said this last part out loud. Interesting.
—-----------------
Cat came back, a big plate of fruits and nuts, arranged in circles, mixed with peppermint leaves.
“This looks delicious, Kitty”. Damn. Cat. Not Kitty.
“Thank you, Daddy!” Ugh. And this was all going so well…
Narges, with raised eyebrows: “Daddy?”
“It’s a term of endearment. It is also sexy as fuck”
“Catherine!”
“Oh come on. Have a nut.”
“Thank you. I don’t like it when you use language like this.”
“Nana, I really don’t want to offend you. But I’ve known you long enough to know that you have… questions. And if I don’t push you out of your little veiled shell…”
“It’s not a veil, Cath…”
“...you’ll sit here all day, bottled up and not asking what you want to know.”
Today I learned: even with Narges, it is possible to have the last word.
“So here’s my offer: you ask anything you want to know. Anything. And we will answer honestly. No judgment. Well, not from us anyway.”
Cat winked at Narges. Narges looked profoundly uncomfortable. Cat knew her much better than I did - I didn’t know her at all. But this felt like a mistake.
Silence.
“Take a nut. Ask one question. One real question.”
Silence. But Narges did take a walnut from the plate. Put it between her lips. Chewed. Swallowed.
“Have you two been… intimate?”
“Yes. Depending on how you count, 2 to 6 times since yesterday”
“I see. This is a lot.”
“You betcha!”
Cat snuggled up to me, pulled her feet up on the couch.
“You are not a virgin anymore?”
“No, I handed in my card last night. Around 10.”
“Good.”
“Yes, it was very good”. Cat nudged Narges’ arm with her naked foot.
“Catherine!”
“New rule: stop saying ‘Catherine!’ every time I tell you the truth.”
“That’s not it. I meant it is good that you lost it with someone you care about.” Pause. “And if it was… good… then it is…”
“Good?”
“Yes.”
“Great talk”. Another nudge with her foot.
“Can I ask you a question now? I swear, nothing to trigger you.”
“Yes, Catherine.”
“Are you a virgin?”
“Glad it’s not a trigger question.” Narges sighed. “Yes, I am a virgin. No, I don’t think a man has the right to decide when I will stop being a virgin. No, I don’t think I have to be a virgin when I marry. If I marry. But I do think that it is special and I will only give it to… someone special.”
Me: “Nana, if I may…?”
“Yes, of course, Dan. Just don’t ask me to call you Daddy!”
There was that smile again. Cat saw it, too. She looked up at me, moved her eyes back to Narges.
“I agree with you. This is your decision. But how does this… like… jive with your religion?”
“I’m Muslim. But I’m not devout. Allah gave me a head to think for myself. The Q’uran is not an instruction manual. If you want devout, ask my sister.
And before you ask: I’m not wearing this dress because of my religion. Women in Afghanistan don’t wear dresses like this. They do have to cover up, but it’s different. Maybe you have seen it.”
I nodded.
“But I feel safe in it. When I came to America, the first thing I saw was some… lady… with her breasts almost falling out of her top and a very ugly painting on her lower back. I understand this is an acceptable look here. I prefer mine. I chose it. Not because of religion, not out of tradition. But from an online store. I like it. If Allah happens to agree, so be it.”
“Thank you for your honesty. Again.”
“You’re welcome — Daddy.” Not a wink, she just closed both eyes and opened them again.
Cat, in her little girl voice: “Oh, you homewrecker! He’s my Daddy!”
“Catherine, you are not the only one who can mess with people.”
Cat looked at me, again with her mock outrage, her mouth a big O.
“I apologize, Dan.”
“No worries. Messing with Cat is fun.”
“Then let’s see when you can ‘mess’ with me the next time, Mister!”
Cat got up and walked away.
“Cat… hey… it was a…”
Cat turned around. “Gotcha!”
And just dove back onto the sofa, on top of me, into my arms, and kissed me.
“What do you Americans say? ‘Get a room’?”
“We have a room and you’re sitting in it.”
“I can leave if the two of you need some… privacy.”
“...aaaaand I can still mess with you, you lovely emperor penguin.”
This was the first time Narges laughed. Really laughed. Her whole face lit up.
Cat sat up, leaned over to Narges, hugged her.
“I’m serious, Catherine. I can give the two of you some space. I know… no, I can imagine… no, I believe new love needs… room to grow.”
Cat put her head on Narges’ shoulder.
“We do have a hard time keeping our hands off each other. Right, Daddy?”
“Uhm… since we agreed on honesty here: yes, I can say for myself, I do have a hard time.”
“So, Nana… look at me…” Narges looked at Cat, a bit of the stern expression was back.
“I’m also serious, Nana. Dan and I will make love at some point. And if you want, you can stay. And watch.”
Time stood still. Narges’ face was a big question mark. Cat smiled, tilted her head. I just sat there because there was nothing to say or do. The ball was in the court.
“No, Catherine”, Narges said softly. “I couldn’t. This is between the two of you. And you shouldn’t offer such things. It’s not becoming of you.”
Cat turned to me: “Noticed how she didn’t say she doesn’t want to?”
I tensed up. Shook my head at her. Don’t.
“Catherine! I will leave. This is no longer funny!”
“And I wasn’t joking. Full honesty: I know what stories you read.”
Narges turned red… with embarrassment or anger?
“I didn’t spy. I really didn’t. You left your laptop open when the Evil Queen messed with you after swimming lessons.”
Me, confused: “Evil Queen?”
“Shhhh, hold that thought…”
“I’m sorry you had to see this, Catherine. But it was still private. You shouldn’t have looked.”
“I’m sorry. I thought it was your essay for lit and… I was looking for… uhm… inspiration.”
“And did you find inspiration?”
Narges looked at Cat, then at me. Her smile was back. Mischievous. Her skin tone returned to normal. Almost.
“Sure did… it was… unexpected.”
“Please don’t embarrass me any more, Catherine.”
She looked at me.
“I will be honest because we shouldn’t start our friendship with me telling half-truths. If you think less of me because of it, so be it.”
“Nana, there is no reason for shame. I read… magazines… when I was your age, too. Everybody does it.”
“Not in Afghanistan. Not in my family.”
“Everybody here does it. And you are here.”
“Not… stories like this…”
“Tell him what the story was about!”
Cat was almost jumping on the couch. Now it was my turn to give her a stern look.
“Please, Catherine…”
“Total honesty, remember… now spill it…”
“It was a story about a girl scout camp. And their scout leader. A man named Jack.”
Cat nudged Narges. She looked down, more to hide her smile than out of embarrassment.
“What were the names of the girl scouts, Nana?”
“I… I don’t remember…”
“Because there were so many of them?”
“Yes. One was named Tiffany. I think.”
“And how old were they, Nana?”
“Catherine…”
“The oldest was about my age, right?”
“Yes.”
“But some were younger?”
“Yes.”
“Much younger?”
“Yes.”
“Did you like the story?”
“yes.”
“Nana…”
Louder: “YES, I really liked it. I wanted to read how… a girl… has intercourse… with an older man… a much older man…”
“Not a girl, Nana… not a teenager… say it…”
“When a…kid ...has intercourse with an older man.”
Now Narges’ face was a dark shade of purple. But there was still this smile. Cat knew she wanted to say it. That it needed to get out. My girlfriend… amazing.
“It was very well written.”
“No shit. Nana, look at me.”
Narges looked up, turned her head to Cat. Only then could I see tears running down her face… but still, that smile. Complacent. Relaxed.
“The offer still stands. If you want to… watch… how an older man — Sorry, Daddy, no offense…”
“None taken”
“... fucks a — Daddy, not a word…”
I did a zip gesture in front of my mouth.
“...kid… then we would be honored to invite you. Now. Are you in or are you out?”
Narges answers, but it is inaudible.
“I can’t hear you, Nana”
Almost inaudible: “yes”
“Please, Nana, I have to hear you say it…”
“YES, I’M IN. Dan, Catherine… I want to watch how you… make love.”
I say: “Life lessons”.
Narges looked at me. Her smile almost gave me a heart attack.
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We sat there and nobody said anything.
“Kitty, Nana… First, I’m under the impression that nobody has asked me if I’m in…”
“Daddy… sorry… I didn’t mean to…”
“It’s ok, Kitty. But just for the record: I’m in - even though I’m really not sure what I’m in for.
Second, let’s agree on some… rules: If any of us feels uncomfortable at any time, say ‘STOP’. No questions asked, no objections, we stop. Agreed?”
Nana: “Agreed… that’s me praying for strength not to chicken out…”
Cat: “Agreed… but can we use another word?”
Narges: “Why?”
Cat: “I wouldn’t rule out that… in the heat of the moment... I might say stop, even beg my Daddy to stop… but not, like, really mean it…”
Narges: “Cath… oh, never mind…”
“And it would be a shame if this ruined everything.”
Me: “Helsinki.”
Cat and Narges: “What?”
Me: “‘Helsinki’. This will be our safe word. If anyone says ‘“Helsinki’, the show stops”.
Cat: “I like this. ‘Helsinki’.”
Narges: “‘Helsinki’.”
Cat: “I have some rules, too. Daddy, sorry for springing this on you like this. No blow jobs, no anal.”
“Anal is when a man puts his penis into your… rectum?”
Cat chuckled. “Yes, Nana. But please, for the love of Allah, don’t call it a ‘rectum’.”
“Catherine, I would have never asked you for… for…” She looked down. “Either.”
“I never had anal and I’m afraid I will need some training to… like… show it off. I don’t want to make a mess when… you are watching.”
“Catherine, ewww…”
“Daddy… I really want to suck your cock…”
Narges’ face turned red again.
“...but I had a very unpleasant experience and it’s a bit of a panic trigger for me. I’m sorry.”
“Kitty, it’s ok. And I’m sorry you had… did somebody… do something to you?”
“Just a boy who didn’t know how to behave… but it was very unpleasant.”
Narges: “Who?”
“I’d rather not say…”
“Catherine…”
“Josh Tennervalt”
“Josh Tennervalt?”
I looked at her, raised my eyebrows.
“A senior. Two years ago. It was… like, really bad.”
“Josh. Tennervalt.”
“Oh, stop it.”
“Half the cheerleading squad is after him, including the Evil Queen… and you had relations with him?”
“Yes, ‘relations’. I wish I hadn’t. So, please, understand. Red line.”
Cat looked at me. Smiled.
“For now.”
God, I love her.
Me: “Nana, do you have any rules to add?”
“Yes. If you do not mind, I would like to stay… dressed. I assume you will be… undressed?”
Me: “I assume so, yes.”
“Is it acceptable for you if I stay… decent?”
We both nodded… we both tried to suppress a smile. Narges looked relieved. Not exactly relaxed, but less tense than a minute ago.
Cat: “I have one more thing to ask. And I’m sorry, it’s not negotiable.”
Uh-uh.
“Before we start. Please understand, this is not to mess with you. I promise. From the bottom of my heart, believe me: I not only want this, I need it. From you. If you are in, we can begin. If you’re not in… I’m afraid I can’t.”
“What you want me to do, Catherine?”
Cat leaned over to Narges and whispered in her ear. Narges’ eyes went wide and she covered her mouth with her hand. Her face turned a different, deeper shade of purple and we could both see that she was trembling.
“Catherine… I didn’t know…”
“I’m afraid you would’ve found out sometime during our… session anyway. And I think it’s better if we share this as friends before we share it as performer and audience. And right now, there is nothing more I want. From you. For me.”
Narges frowned… we could literally watch her think.
“Yes, Catherine. I know how it feels to have a… need.”
Cat hugged her a little tighter. “This means the world to me. Thank you, Nana.”
“I have never done… anything like this. Don’t thank me yet, Catherine.”
Cat, happy and chipper: “Don’t worry. ‘Helsinki’ me if you want out.”
She got up and took Narges’ hand.
“Sorry, Daddy, girls-only for now. If you want, get comfortable. Back in a bit.”
She dragged Narges behind her, to the toilet. Narges reluctantly followed… she looked back at me, over her shoulder… her face tense and red… and then, her smile… small at first, then all over her face. She winked at me.
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