Petting the Kitten

Well either way updating. Chapters too short? Too long?

The room was every bit as girly as it could get. Pink dominated the horizon as far as the eye could see: from the carpet to the drapes and sheets in every shade imaginable. Several piles of assorted stuffed animals littered the place, from pocket size to the dimensions of an actual bear, from a simple dog to an elaborate looking unicorn, you named it, she had it. It goes without saying mirrors were everywhere, including a huge one mounted on a dresser littered with every cosmetic product known to man and probably a few known only by aliens. He wouldn’t have much time to look around though.

“Enjoying the sights Robbie-poo?” she purred in his ear as she placed her hands over his shoulders, leaving as little distance as possible between the two; “why don’t you look this way instead?” and as soon as he turned around, she made it clear what she meant with “dessert”

Before he could react, she was already tongue deep into his mouth, her arms firmly holding the back of his head so he couldn’t retreat easily, and truth to be told, he would if he could, for it was less of a kiss and more like a dog eating, with her tongue clumsily wandering around, trying to go as deep as possible and making it hard to breathe. He purposely tripped over the fluffy carpet just to break off momentarily, and took advantage of the struggle to roll on top of her, pinning her arms to the floor.

“My… what a man… much better than that useless Fang” she glared into his eyes, mentioning her (now) ex in the worst possible moment, but fortunately it was easy to shut her up.

This time it was him leading the action, intertwining his fingers with hers so she couldn’t resist, and just gently biting on her lips from time to time. At first she struggled to go for another round of French kissing, but little by little she let him take the lead and merely giggled from time to time as she felt a pleasant heat running thru her body.

As soon as it was safe to, he turned around and let her rest her slender body over his, keeping the tongue to a minimum while still making the Kitten purr in delight, gently nibbling on her lips and by the time she realized it, a pair of now ungloved hands ran down her back, aiming for what lied below, to which she happily obliged, letting a soft squeal of excitement. Then it hit her that she was making out with the boy of her dreams wearing a plain set of pajamas.

“Oh my! How could this be! Please don’t look Robbie-poo! Didn’t know you were coming!” she suddenly got up and tried to hide the looks behind an oversized plush turtle.

“Kitten, are you ok? We were just fine with…” he asked perplexed; could it be that she knew…

“You see my dear… I knew you would be mine sooner or later. I even bought some toys just for your enjoyment and would hate to see them go to waste!” she said as she made a beeline for what seemed to be another room, and for size it was; a dressing room to be accurate.

“Oh, allright, I guess” he replied somewhat reassured.

“Let me change into something more comfortable, and why don’t you do the same? I would love to see you in your birthday suit”

“Whew, close call” said the dark haired boy as he unceremoniously took off the costume, tossing everything to the same place his gloves rested at. Everything but the mask that was, some mysteries are best left unsolved. He finally sat down at the edge of the huge, pink bed; legs spread and a half erection in hand, eagerly waiting to see what she meant with “toys”, and he sure wouldn’t be disappointed.

When she came out of the dressing room, she sure was a sight for sore eyes: she had changed into a black lingerie set that heavily contrasted with her fair skin and blonde hair. A few white frills decorated the edges of her stockings and a see-thru set of panties. She had skipped the corset and instead was wearing a thinly veiled silk babydoll, hinting a support-only bra that barely covered an inch below her nipples, revealing most of her perky breasts, probably a still growing B-cup.

Interestingly enough, she had gone overboard on her theme, drawing thin shades of whiskers along her cheeks and she was wearing a black set of cat ears, custom made so only the ears and not the tiara would be visible; only a single detail became evident when she turned around for him to get a good glimpse.