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Pussy
cat, pussy cat
By
Camincha
And Anita wearing the twenty-five dollar red lace G-string. Well no, not really a G-string but close, there wasn't much to it. She pulled Max to her, he purred. Twenty-five, but was either that or the thirty-six fifty Warners Marilyn Monroe panties. But what is money when you have a date you want to impress? However she had her misgivings,
David never cared what I wore. He just tore them off my body the moment the front door closed behind us. Max purred loudly while she reminisced: David, David...uh, uh, uh
What Anita?
David, don't you want to see my-my...?
No-I-don't. In one puff of hot air.
David, David it's very sexy. David. I paid, ohhhh, I paid-twenty-five-dollars-for-it. Is a…
I’ll give you the twenty-five. Umm,ummm. Ohhhhhh.
She could feel it, the way he said twenty-five. The idea of paying her, giving her money, was getting him hot, really hot. His chest was sticky, he kept it tight against her hard nipples.
He never did see her twenty-five dollar, whatever. In fact she didn't see it herself for a few days. She couldn't find it. Not till Saturday, her cleaning day when still sore but happy from the previous nights of passionate love she almost sucked them up with the vacuum cleaner from under the love seat in the living room.
Under the love seat? She didn't remember going no wheres near the love seat! Did we? Which night was that...? It dawned on her, Max. That cat was the most playful ever since Mimi, the Siamese, had come to live next door. Anita didn't blame him. Mimi had blue eyes and white little paws to kill for.
But what if Gerardo is like Noel? Noel paid attention to everything she wore. He delighted in buying her clothes. He would blush, his sapphire blue eyes would twinkle as if the intensity of his love, his feelings were too much for him.
Oh, he would moan, blushing deeper, his eyes, semi-closed, his stem erect, twitching impatiently. She enjoyed it. He enjoyed it. Noel would just stand there watching her undress. Well, Noel and Max. For Max never left her side once she walked in the house. He sat next to her at the table eating out of her hand, supervised her baths from the edge of the bathtub, laid down next to her through the night edging himself to find the warmth of her contour as she tossed and turned. He always found the half moon of her tummy, the length of her leg, the mound of her vulva. Always made himself present when a boyfriend visited. Sometimes actually interrupted a nap to say hello. Then fully awake rubbed himself against any part he could get at of the visitor's body.
Anita teased Max with her toe, called him chiquitito. Max threw himself on the floor and rolled over for her. Anita half undressed got down on her knees to pet him. Meeting Noel's eyes in the mirror raised her buttocks, spread her legs and saw pearls dripping from the bud at the end of his stem that had bloomed to full size, thick, silky, ivory and pale, soft rose.
Honey, Noel said hardly moving his lips, don't know how much…I can wait. Closing his eyes, biting his lip, honey, pleeease. It hurts. Anita smiled enjoying her power. Got up, flipped back her hair and continued taking off each garment slowly, folded it slowly, very slowly, hung it up on its hanger, slowly very slowly. Ssstreched her body sensuously imitating Mimi.
ON SUTTER STREET, Victoria's Secrets’ window returned her reflection and Anita realized her cheeks were flushed, her eyes shone from the feverish pitch brought on by her own thoughts.
Anita laughed out loud, maybe I'll buy me boxers, Oversize boxers, she thought. I'll wear them under a mini skirt. Surprise him, Would Gerardo like that? What would he like?
May I help you? Startled, she turned to face a pretty face with luscious red lips.
Sorry, pretty face with luscious-red-lips smiled. Just look around. Let me know…
0h, no, no, Anita laughing, I was, I was concentrating I... Contagious, her laughter. Luscious-red-lips laughed with her looking deep into her eyes. A couple of guys poked their heads in the doorway and smiled.
No boxers, was luscious-red-lips professional opinion.
OK, OK. Anita said picking up a pair of cherry-red string bikinis remembering how Rene liked those. How he liked to make love to her in front of a mirror, the better to see you, my dear, he would murmur, kissing her neck softly before he rested his head on her shoulder. Keeping it there. Holding her there. Their images on the mirror duplicated their pleasure.
Luscious-red-lips is smiling at Anita standing next to a display table where she has placed a rainbow of panties that look good enough to bite into, candy color fresh mint, ripe strawberry-red, golden lemon, jasmin white, ivory, pistachio, mocha. There were high-cut briefs, high-cut briefs with full back, control briefs, boy-leg briefs, thong bikinis, string bikinis, classic bikinis, G-string bikinis, double string bikinis, tanga bikinis, little lace bikinis, stretch lace bikinis, French cut bikinis, classic cotton bikinis, Rio high-cut cotton bikinis, plus-control briefs, back lifting briefs, high cut briefs, and control thongs and....
Anita purchased the twenty-five dollar red lace G-string bikini. Looked at her watch and hurried home to feed Max.
SAN FRANCISCO WAS having a golden day. The sun bounced off the Financial District steel and cement and reflected on the myriad of windows creating rainbows. It was breezy not windy. The breeze played with the hems of skirts and curled them around legs. It picked the after shave lotion of unsuspecting men and spread it around.
While Anita accelerated her steps thoughts of Gerardo floated in her head. They had met at a New Year's Eve party. At the dinner? Had they eaten together already? No. No. That wasn't it. She would remember. Eating is such a sensuous experience. As she crossed O'Farrell at Grant towards Market, she remembered.
AFTER PUTTING DOWN her briefcase, the Safeway bag and Bombardiers, the hard cover she picked up at the library she almost fell over. It was Ralph's voice on the machine, let's get together Friday. It caught Anita kicking off her high heels. She managed to sit down with Max on her lap. She stroked his belly, he tried to nibble on her fingers. Ralph's got a nerve she told Max. Hasn't called in two weeks and now he says, let's get together Friday. She imitated his voice. No. She shouted getting angry. Max startled tried to jump off her lap. Anita held him tight. Pushed the REPEAT button. Let's get together Friday. Anita stroked Max, he purred.
I can still reach him at the office. I'll fix him. He hates to go places, mix with people. He hates get-togethers, family events, office parties. I'll take him to one.
Tony, please, may I talk to Ralph.
He's waiting for your call, Tony's voice was exuberant
Ralph's voice barely-as usual-above a whisper, Hi! want to get together Friday?
I wish he would speak up. How does he make himself be heard in a courtroom? Anita remembered kidding him about it. She also remembered saying, can I come watch you? After he told her about some huge settlement he had won for a client. After he picked her up in the Super DeLuxe Cadillac.
Do you want to get together? Ralph again.
He's being cautious, Anita told Max. He is wondering if I’m going to say, Oh yeah? what happened to you these past two weeks? If am going to say, I’m starting to see others... Oh! What’s the use? He'll disappear again in two, four weeks. How is eight o’clock? Anita said.
Good. Dinner?
Well, you see I have this invitation from Elisa, the owner of La Casa? A book signing party for Isabel Allende. Max jumped to the window to watch Mimi go by.
THAT'S RIGHT,THAT'S were she met Gerardo. Ralph had been specially congenial. Instead of sulking, being antisocial, he mingled and talked to people. She did the same. Elisa wanted her to meet Gerardo. He's a professor-emphasis on professor-at San Francisco State. He speaks Spanish, she nudged her.
As soon as they shook hands, they were soulmates. They understood each other perfectly:
pero claro, sí soy Guatemalteco.
Spanish Department? No. Business. And continued with that look that she knew meant, now let's talk about you, he asked. Is that? Where you? your alma mater? San Francisco State?
Yes. I earned my Master's there.
Gerardo smiled with perfect even teeth, but it was the smile in his eyes that got her attention. It was full of promises. Playful, mischievous. And it was in his voice also when he called, I want to invite you to a party. Friends of mine, theatrical, very eccentric. You’ll see. They throw this kind of party every year.
HE GRABBED HER arm to guide her as they crossed the street. She turned to look at him and found his eyes glowing with that special light she had seen in them the first time they met. Gerardo asked her out again and then again. He was always attentive but once they arrived at a party he'd give her room to meet people on her own.
Do you know the guy I was talking to?
Andres? Yeah, I known him for years, he's doing a lab test, Gerardo said. A two year study....
Right, he has a grant from UCSF.
Yeah. Interesting.
He used to go with Elly.
Elly?
Yeah, the blonde....
Oh, the one that hugged you so tight....
Oh, come on. Their laughter accompanied them out the door and made them weave through the intersection. They were having a party of their own. At her front door Gerardo was gentle, didn't push his caresses on her. But did hold his face against her shoulder- length hair in an ecstatic long moment. When he let go his eyes were closed. He opened them slowly took her face in his hands and kissed her tenderly.
GERARDO AT ANITA’S front door in white open shirt, navy blue blazer and jeans, offered her a red rose....
Sitting on the love seat in her living room the conversation flowed between them aided by glasses of Cabernet Sauvignon, my favorite, he smiled as he refilled their glasses.
His hands strayed just enough to raise her hopes. And made her very conscious of the twenty-five dollar red lace G-string she was wearing. She blushed each time she found his eyes on her when she got up on the pretext of bringing more napkins, oh here, here, Anita handed him one..
You'll like this one is Pavarotti, she said and got up again to play the new tape. She swayed just so, just a little as she walked across the room. As she sat by his side Gerardo put his hand on the small of her back. The warmth he emanated made her giddy, anxious. Gerardo placed his face on her shoulder and inhaled loudly. Your perfume, he murmured... Their hands found each other. His, strong possessive. His fingers pushed hers and opened them like a fan.
Max interrupting his nap jumped up on the love seat and wedged himself between them. Gerardo sat right up, Oh....
Anita picked up Max, he stretched on her lap, she tenderly caressed his back. Max arched sensuously. Smiling, Anita’s eyes searched Gerardo’s. They were dark, cold. Gerardo's eyes didn't shine with the mischievous light she had come to enjoy so much.
Surprised, Anita's hand wasn’t caressing Max anymore. Confused, she stared at Gerardo.
I, I’m not fond…I don’t like…I can't stay where... Can't stay. Couldn’t stay overnight, where there are, is…with his head he pointed to Max.
Copyright ©
2003 Camincha
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