Pussy Catt
The Catt and the Lady
Kayla stood in front of the full body mirror that hung in her mother's room. She stroked a hand through her long, blond hair that reached almost to her bum. Her mother was picking out dresses in the closet . What to wear on the night of your betrothal was always an argument"¦
"Ah-haw! Dis would look gut on you , no doubt, no doubt!" Kayla had grown up in Switzerland, speaking German, French, and English. Her mother, however, had grown up in Germany, and "˜spoke English', but not without heavy German input. Where she lived now, English was the language she needed most in daily life. Almost no one spoke the traditional Switzeldautch of her schoolmates. Her father was French, thus she learned the language in place of Latin, her mother's first choice. Language had always been one of her strong points.
"Well, try it on, gal." Her mother nudged her toward the blue dress sprawled on the bed. The dress was conservative as conservative gets, with a high neckline and a body that made hers look more childish that she already feared it did. She slipped into the closet, away from her mother, and slipped the dress over her head. She didn't want to look in the mirror.
Kayla looked er rer reflection and noticed that, in a childish way, she looked beautiful. "˜Well, if he's into child pornography, I'll be just his type.' thought Kayla as she tried to breath through her heavily ribboned waist.
The betrothal had been an argument between she and her parents, which resulted in yelling in all languages each were fluent in. Her parents made the decision to force her into a marriage that would no doubt be "˜good for her' . Kayla doubted it. Seriously. And she was just as certain she would HATE whomever they had chosen for her. How could she pledge her love to a man she had just met?
Kayla began to panic inside herself. She would have to kiss him tonight, and make love to him against her will another night not so far from now. A week. That would be it"¦.
"Kayla", Her mother begged of her, "Kayla, stay close tonight. The betrothal feast is open to all who wish to attend. There could be scoundrels about."
Kayla entered the large main hall of the castle her very mother had herself had fallen in love with her father. Fallen in love was the key word here. She was not in love with this man she had never met. Kayla felt confused and intrigued by all the adults. There were fully developed men and women dancing on the ball room floor. Fully grown men and women drinking alchoholic drinks, flirting. Men and women who had armpit hair and she was sure almost all of them had had sex. Sex; the imponderable. Many times at night, she had sat up wondering exactly how it felt or how it worked. She would touch herself blindly, not knowing what she was touching.
"Listen, listen, good crowd", her father had begin his speech. He stood at a podium at the front of the main hall. People stopped dancing, and stared at him. She could hear flutes in the background, dramatizing it. In a good five minutes, she would have to lay a wet one on some guy she'd never met. Her heart nearly pounded through her chest. Her first kiss from some ass she didn't know.
"Kayla, please," her father continued, " come up here and meet Derick."
She couldn't say "Yes, father, I'm willing! I'm willing!" No, he would have to settle for a nervous smile and a nod. She tried, as she made her way to the podium, not to look in the direction she imagined Derick would be in. It was no use. But, in order to save herself that image, she had to look at"¦ the most beautiful creature she had ever seen. He had long blond hair to his shoulders, which were fairly broad and muscular, but connected to a lithe body. Small sideburns caressed his rugged, yet shaved sun tanned face. Bright blue eyes shone like sapphire jewels, she was sure, replaced the spot where his eyes should have been.
The best part was, he was looking straight at her, determination on his face. An eternity for her passed in those few seconds. "˜He is not', she mused, "˜unlike a cat.'