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I usually walked home. My house wasn’t that close to the school, but I didn’t mind the time to clear my head. Today, however, that book I had encountered was burning a hole in my chest. I both wanted to throw it out and read it all at once. The book was explicit, which already conflicted with my view on Simone. Would it be a window to learn more about her?
Knowing my luck, it really didn’t belong to her. I’d read the entire thing, and then I’d find out she had nothing to do with it. Even if I did read it, how would I be able to approach Simone about it? I was completely lost.
I was arguing in my head so vigorously that I nearly walked right past my house. I lived in a two-story home. It was a typical white-picket fenced house. My father was usually away on trips, and my mother kept busy. I wasn’t expecting her to be home, but I already had a key. Her car wasn’t in the driveway, so I let myself in.
Even though the house was empty, I opened the door and crept in. I felt like I was committing a crime just holding the book. The family room was dark and empty as expected, so I tiptoed over to the kitchen. As I opened the fridge to get a glass of milk and a peanut butter sandwich, my favorite snack after school, I finally pulled out the book.
“BDSM…” I read again, flipping to the first page. “Bondage and Discipline, Dominance and Submission, Sadism, and Masochism. Shouldn’t it be BDDSSM then?”
The first image showed a woman hanging from a rope. She was a birdkin, but her feathers looked quite ruffled. My face turned red as I got a sight of her full plumage on display. This book was explicit! It never should have been brought to school! My breath turned ragged as I looked at it though. She didn’t look scared. Rather, she looked excited. Excited… and sweaty.
“Hah… hahh… ahhh… hah…” I could even hear it!
No, I was being foolish. I was getting more and more into the book that I hadn’t noticed, but sounds were coming from upstairs. There were creaking sounds as well a someone whimpering voice. My ears twitched. No one should have been home. I started to walk toward the stairway, then, remembering the book, I ran back, grabbed it, and slid it back in my coat. Then, I started back up the stairway. As I grew closer, the sounds became increasingly vivid and sharp.
I slowly worked my way forward, eventually realizing that the noises were coming from my room. I noticed the door was cracked open, so I peaked inside. What I saw was a girl with a black and gold striped tail. She wasn’t a tigerkin, but a tabby catkin. She was really cute and youthful, and while she wasn’t exactly my type, which was more on the tall and lean side, she had nice delicious curves. Her face was also very pretty, with high cheekbones and full lips.
She was lying on my bed naked! Okay, she still had her shirt on, but her pants and underwear were nowhere to be seen. She had her legs up, and she was playing with herself. I could tell that she was shaved clean. I had shaved once just to see, and it really itched so I never did it again, but this girl had shaved it all off!
She had her eyes closed and was moaning as she rubbed her clit. My mouth fell open. I didn’t even know what to say. What would anyone say if they came home to see a strange girl masturbating on her bed? Dozens of possibilities went through my mind. Maybe she was drunk and thought this was her house. The door was locked though, wasn’t it? I swore I remembered unlocking the door. Maybe she was some stalker. However, I should have at least have seen her once. Was she familiar to me? She kind of felt familiar, but I couldn’t put my mind on it.
That was when I noticed that she had something in her hand. She wasn’t fingering herself, but she was rubbing something small against her clit. As I settled my breathing, I could hear the light ‘bzzz’ sound. She was using a vibrator. However, it wasn’t just any vibrator. She was using my vibrator. My nightstand door was ajar. I was absolutely mortified.
“Ahhh… hah… ahhh…” she moaned excitedly.
The sound and sight left me extremely confused. On the one hand, I was a bit scared. There was a stranger in my home! On the other hand, after everything that happened today, looking at that book with the naughty images and fantasizing about having Simone, mixed with this very erotic scene and I started to feel funny. I hadn’t realized it, but my hand found its way between my legs, and I was rubbing myself through the cloth. My tail was lashing back and forth excitedly.
What if… I went in there. Maybe, she’d let me participate? I shook my head wildly. What was I thinking? This was a stranger! Besides, I liked Simone! Just because a cute girl appeared in my room doesn’t mean I was going to betray my feelings for another woman! How could I live with myself? Then again, I had no experience with women at all. I knew I liked women, but how could I know unless I tried? Maybe, I should see this as a chance to gain experience.
Even how she played with herself was a lot different than me. I would never spread my legs open like that, nor did I rub the vibrator around that much. I like to just push it between my legs and then close them tightly. I might turn the vibration up and down, but ultimately, I’d rock with my legs closed until I finally came. Even if someone walked in on me, they’d never suspect anything unless they heard the noise, and even that would be muffled. I also never let out a peep.
This girl, on the other hand, was writhing and moaning. Her hand moved faster and faster, rubbing her clit with my vibrator like she was trying to rub it off. Her moans were growing louder and louder. It was so erotic that I had squeezed my thighs on my hand and I was vibrating it, masturbating myself through my pants. I was really a hopeless pervert. I should leave. I should go downstairs and slam the front door. No, I should go call the cops! However, I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I was mesmerized.
I watched as her back arched, and suddenly, liquid shot out. Little squirts of liquid came out, and each time her hips pushed up into the air like she was in ecstasy. Her voice seemed to rise to match. Sh-she was peeing on my bed! I was so shocked that my hand had stopped shaking between my legs.
Slam! The front door slammed shut. It alarmed me so much I jumped, falling forward and grabbing the knob. The girl who was masturbating shot up in bed, closing her legs desperately. She let out a scream. As I stumbled into the room with one hand on the doorknob, I ended up landing on my knees. I ended up screaming too. As our eyes met, we both just kept screaming our heads off.
Sometime later, the girl was dressed, and we were both in the family room. I was sitting on the couch with my head down, and she was sitting in the chair, seemingly more relaxed. She wore a short skirt and a blouse that looked a lot more stylized than my own. She even seemed to have had a chance to do her hair and makeup before she came down. I just came home from school, and even I didn’t gussy up that much.
“I’m sorry, sweetie. I should have told you,” Mom apologized to me. “I didn’t expect her to arrive so soon, nor… do that…”
My mom had recently come home. She was a black catkin like me, but her tail was long-haired. You’d never believe we were mother and daughter by the look of us. Mom was short and stout, and I was thin and had almost no chest. She was a good mom though, and I loved her and respected her. I tried to be a good daughter.
“I-I couldn’t help it!” The strange girl spoke up defensively. “It’s… animal instinct!”
“I know…” Mom smiled. “You’re a budding girl, and now that you’re in heat, your body sometimes goes out of control. All catkin can sympathize with this.”
It was the catkin curse. It only happened once a year, but for about a month, females of our species would go into heat. When that happened, we grew extremely sexually excited and also very fertile. That didn’t mean we didn’t do it any other time of the year, but at that particular time, we were like nymphomaniacs. It gave catkin a bad stigma of being really easy. It wasn’t the case at all!
“I don’t get why she’s here though,” I said, trying to keep myself from sounding pouty.
“She’s the daughter of one of my childhood friends. Her mother had to leave the state to help with a sick relative for the next two weeks and she didn’t want to leave her daughter alone when she’s in heat. It’s important to have supervision when you’re in heat, so we’ll be watching after Ginger.”
“She peed on my bed!”
“It’s not pee!” Ginger responded defensively.
“Oh, come now, Kiki. Do you remember your first time in heat? How I had to-“
“Ah! N-not that!”
The other girl perked up her ears, but I interrupted mom immediately. She laughed softly, taking it all in stride.
“The older you get, the easier it is to deal with your special time, but for the first few, it can be pretty bad.” Mom explained. “Why… I had this wild one once. I ended up in a room with six guys and-“
“I don’t want to hear that either!”
“Are you sure? It ends with me meeting your father.” She winked at Ginger, who giggled.
“I’m sorry, Kiki! I thought it was my room. Your mom just said the room upstairs. I didn’t realize.” Ginger apologized with a smile.
I didn’t buy it at all. I crossed my arms and frowned. How did she not realize it? My room was decorated with my own stuff. I had my own bedding and my own furniture. Did she think my mom provided vibrators as a turndown service? Of course, neither of us has mentioned the vibrator to mom. Mom didn’t even know I had such a thing, and I didn’t want to even speak to her about it. I would just throw it out. I didn’t need it anyway.
“Kiki, she’s going to be here for the next two weeks, so it’s best if you two get along,” Mom spoke with smiles, but there was a hint of warning in her words that made my tail stiffen. “Please…”
The last part was more genuine. I let out a sigh and nodded, letting my arms fall.
“It’s fine. I was just really surprised is all.”
That was an understatement. Who knew though, it might be fun having another girl my age under the same roof. I could show her around town or something. Being in heat had its ups and downs, and while it lasted all month, only one week, in particular, was pretty bad. Mom had bought me a body pillow for when I was in heat, and the things I did to that pillow are between me and him.
“Okay, let me show you the guest room where you will be staying.” Mom told Ginger.
The pair of them left. I waited for a bit and then headed upstairs to my room. Looking in, I could see my sheets on the bed, still disarrayed from her previous actions. When I saw mom leave the guest room without Ginger and head to the kitchen, I realized that Ginger was likely not going to take responsibility for her mess. With a disgusted look, I pulled up all the sheets of my bed, rolled them up, and then took them to the washing machine. I sprayed my bed down with Febreze a dozen times, and then put a fan on it as I found some fresh linens.
I didn’t see the vibrator as I looked around. Maybe she had pocketed it. Unless… she put it back in my drawer. I looked and felt more relieved that it wasn’t in there. Take it then! So gross!
I continued to pick up my room, moving things around, and cleaning up the clutter. I was secretly checking to make sure she didn’t pocket anything else of mine. I didn’t know if she was a klepto or anything, and if she took one item, what else could she have taken? I didn’t find anything amiss, except I did find her underwear under my bed. Wait! If her underwear was in here, that means she was down on the big chair without! She was totally wearing a short skirt today too! What the heck was wrong with this girl!
“You’re into that kind of stuff, huh?”
“Wha-”
I spun around, instinctively hiding the underwear behind me. I saw Ginger standing at the door. She was wearing the same outfit as before, so my eyes couldn’t help but fall on that small skirt. When she noticed where I was looking, she chuckled and then brought her hands down, grabbing the bottom hem.
“Did you want to see?” She asked coquettishly with a devilish grin, and then slowly began lifting her skirt.
“What are you doing?” I cried although I was still watching her.
She stopped halfway and then dropped her skirt back down. I didn’t know if I felt relieved or disappointed. No! It was relieved. I had already seen that as much as I ever needed to, thank you very much! If I was going to get excited, then she should show me her butt. What am I thinking? I don’t want to see her butt either! Get a grip, Kiki.
As a bunch of emotions played across my face, she only smiled. Eventually, she held out her hand.
“Panties.”
I made a face, and then tossed them over to her. She caught them, and then casually lifted her legs and put them on. She really was commando underneath! I turned away as she lifted her skirt to slide them up her thighs, but a part of me wanted to look.
“You can look if you want.” She teased.
I stiffened, the words coming out of her mouth far too close to my own thoughts.
“Wh-why would I want to do that?” I cried out defensively.
“I saw you watching at the door earlier.” She grinned. “You’re gay, right?”
“I-I’m not!”
I didn’t know why I denied it. Although I didn’t really announce it, it wasn’t like I kept it a secret either. Something about the way she said it just put me on edge. She was a little pretty, but it wasn’t like I was into her. In fact, I was quickly finding I couldn’t stand her.
“Yeah, whatever, I’m not gay myself, but I’m really in the middle of my heat right now, and even you’re looking tempting. She looked me up and down, and I felt my face redden.” She grinned. “You’re a little kinky freak, admit it.”
I stared in shock for a moment until my brain processed what she just said, and then I began to feel angry, “How dare you! Why would you say something like that?”
“Heh… why indeed?” She reached into her pocket and then pulled out a book.
I stared at it for a second, and then realization exploded in my brain. I grabbed my pocket, but I already knew it wasn’t there. It was the BDSM book I had picked up from school. I had completely forgotten about it after running into Ginger. However, it must have fallen out of my pocket when I stumbled into the room and then Ginger snatched it on the way out.
“I-it’s not mine!” I exclaimed. “It’s a friend’s.”
Even I knew that excuse was shabby, but it was also true.
“Yeah, whatever, it was on you, right?” She flipped through the pages. “Naughty, naughty, naughty, ooo… this one is really nasty.”
She showed a random page. I hadn’t looked through much of the book yet. It was of a girl who had her nipples being pulled by clips. She also had… I gulped, my face turning red. This book was really bad!
“Just… give it back!” I stated, holding out my hand in the same way she had upon asking for her underwear.
She closed the book, but she didn’t throw it back to me. “It’d probably be pretty embarrassing if your friends or your mom found out you had this book, huh?”
My expression turned white, and then swiftly turned to outrage. “What are you saying?”
I took a step toward her, my ears alert and my tail bristling. A low growl came from deep in my chest. As for Ginger, she barely reacted at all. Her ears were calm and her tail was playful.
“Relax, it was a joke.” She tossed the book past me and onto my bed.
“A joke…” I repeated, but I still hadn’t calmed down.
She turned around, but then stopped and looked back. “Although, if you didn’t want this getting out, you could help me out a bit.”
“What do you want?” I asked dryly, feeling my heart sink.
“I have a boyfriend. We’ve been putting our first time off until I went into heat. They say that if your first time is on the worst day of heat, it’ll be the best orgasm ever. However, my mom’s great aunt had to choose now to get sick. My boyfriend is coming down here in two days to take care of me properly, but I worry your mom would never allow that kind of thing. So, I need you to cover for me, okay?”
“You want me to lie to my mom?”
“No… not at all.” She laughed. “I just want you to agree to watch me that night, and then… let nature take its course. I really hope you will. Bye, sweetie.”
She left the room, closing the door with her. I just stared behind her, feeling both angry and lost.
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