Little Cat by Tamara Faith Berger Read Free Book Online

where we just stood in her living room not talking or touching. She lit a candle and bent down really provocatively, on purpose, to pick books and takeout containers off the couch that looked all stained with coffee marks or something.
    In this strange kind of childish voice she said, ‘So … what do you want to do?’
    I knew she knew what I wanted to do! It had all been so clear back at the bar. She was playing around with me. I just wanted to have everything go smoothly.
    ‘I like the way you were dancing back there,’ I said, trying to make her feel good.
    ‘At the bar? Oh, thanks.’
    ‘How about I see you dance some more?’
    ‘Here? I don’t know, come on … ’
    I couldn’t believe she was acting so innocent all of a sudden. Like she didn’t have it in her. She’d been so hot with me at the bar, it couldn’t have been more than twenty minutes ago!
    ‘Come on, baby, let me watch you move some more.’ I sat down on the dirty couch and pushed the small coffee table over to one side. ‘Dance for me.’
    The girl looked down toward the floor. She was wearing these high-heeled shoes that made her feet look naked. Her hair was swinging in front of her eyes. She started moving her hips side to side, then laughing.
    ‘I can’t,’ she said.
    ‘Come on, you can, baby, that looks really good.’
    I think I gave her some confidence for it. Because then she lifted her leg up and put one heel down on the table. Her legs looked strong in that position, both calves bulging out, her foot arched so high. She started rubbing her hand along her open inner thigh almost up to her pussy, stretching the edge of her skirt with two fingers so I couldn’t see her panties. She put her other hand on the back of her ass and started rocking back and forth between her palms, one near her pussy, one on her ass.
    ‘I can’t dance without music!’ she complained.
    ‘Yeah you can, baby. You’re doing fine.’
    I was getting hard. I loved the silence and watching her grind. She didn’t know how sexy she looked.
    Then she raised her leg off the table and stretched it out straight, trying to point her toe. All the muscles in her leg hardened. When she put her heel back down on the floor, she started dancing toward me. She turned around and showed me her ass. It looked so high in her skirt. She put both her hands on her ass cheeks and started splitting them open, pressing them closed, making the fabric of her skirt stretch to the limit. Then she bent herself in half, putting her fingertips on the floor. Her ass raised open even higher. Those heels made her legs look so firm and stretched. She started inching her skirt up over one side of her ass.
    ‘More?’ she asked, looking under her open legs at me.
    ‘Yeah, baby, it’s sexy, come closer … ’
    She teetered her way back a bit, shaking her ass in tiny movements. Now she was laughing. The blood rushed to her face. I reached my hands up and forced her skirt over her ass in one yank. She wasn’t wearing underwear. Jesus Christ. Her naked ass was right there. I saw her inner thighs shining.
    ‘I don’t like wearing underwear,’ she said quickly.
    My cock was huge, pressing at my pants. I reached down and unzipped myself. Then I helped the girl move even closer to me, until both her calves were steadied against the edge of the couch. She reached her arms through her legs and grabbed for my hard cock. Her hands clasped around my shaft, stroking up and down, while I was trying to bring her closer to my face. I kept trying to split her ass cheeks open wider so I could make out her dark little butt hole, flickering in the candlelight. I could tell she was a bit uncomfortable, all of a sudden, being that stretched open overtop of me. She knew how closely I was looking at her pussy and ass. She started squirming in my hands. She was moaning now, trying to get away. But I knew it was turning her on that I wouldn’t let her move from that position. She wasn’t making sense,