What Could Be

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Walking into her bedroom, she sighed, thinking about the situation she’d just gotten herself into. Was she going to regret letting Mik move in? Was Lex going to catch on? She certainly hoped that nothing would come of her worries. Her cats eyes narrowed, did she want to wear jeans and a t? Or did she want to wear a skirt? Smirking with her eyes still narrowed in thought, she put together the perfect outfit in her minds eye.

Walking to her closet she spied a burgundy red skirt, and a cream top. Pulling the shirt and skirt out, she laid it out on her bed, turning to her vanity she pulled out a set of silver bangles for each wrist, and two armbands. Frowning, she debated on whether or not to pull out a pair of hoops for the piercings in her upper ear cartilage, and dangling earrings for her lobes. Biting her lip, she pulled out the earrings, and then bent down to get out the hip scarf; it was black with silver medallions sewn onto it with several strands hanging down from the bottom jingling together.

Thinking she looked at the outfit before her, and realized she’d forgotten her anklets, granted she always wore one, but she had another that was made of medallions and bells. Glancing around she spied it on her dresser, grabbing it she sat on the foot of her bed and slipped it around her ankle.

Rubbing down her body one last time she slipped the skirt on, followed by the shirt, it showed off her breasts, high and firm, nipples peaking through the material off the shoulder cap sleeves. Taking a look at herself in the mirror on her vanity she smiled. The burgundy of the skirt set off the cream of her shirt, and both complimented her olive skin-tone, chestnut hair and golden-green cat’s eyes. First she put on the hoops, then the dangles for her lobes, smiling she studied her armbands, on one it was a wolf and dragon, on the other it was a dragon and a tiger, the first representing herself, born in a Dragon year and her spirit guide the wolf, the second representing her and her best friend. Her best friend was obviously born in the year of the tiger. It had been a birthday gift from her and she was completely satisfied with it. It was actually along the lines of what she was thinking of getting her.

All she had left now were her bangles and hip scarf, however the bangles would wait until she had finished cooking, they got bloody hot! And there was no point in burning herself because of stupidity. Grabbing the hip scarf and swinging it around her waist as she walked out the door of her room she smiled, she hardly needed makeup and if she decided to do something it would be eyeliner, and only eyeliner.

Making her way to the kitchen she smiled, she jingled and jangled, and she loved it. On her way through the living room, she flipped the switch on her sound system to which her i-pod was hooked up and music blared. Spinning around, she watched her skirt flare around her, her hair curled wildly about her shoulders, caramel streaks hidden amongst them.

Quickly she had the table set, and had the pork flash frying to make San Francisco Style Pork Chops. SFSPC for short, and it was one of her favorite noodles, soon she had the sauce simmering, and the pork chops finishing up in the sauce, the egg noodles just about ready.

Sighing in relief at having everything done in time for Lex, even with the diversion with Mikhael earlier, she walked back to the bedroom and slipped on her bangles. Raising her hands up above her head, she slowly lowered one and then the other a couple times then added a little footwork; soon her hips were moving in time with her feet and arms, creating a musical whirlwind.

Hearing a knock on her front door brought her out of the trance she had gone into when she had started to dance. Walking briskly to the front door, she opened it and smiled in welcome at Lex and motioned for him to come in, just when Mikhael was walking into the living room. Glancing at him she motioned him forwards.

“Lex, this is my friend Mikhael, his wife kicked him out. So right now he’s staying with me. Mikhael, this is my boyfriend Lex.” Turning she walked back into the kitchen letting them size each other up and see who was the dominant male between them.

Setting the colander in the sink, she drained the noodles, and put them back in the pot with some butter, stirred it and set the pan with the pork chops and sauce on the table as well.

“Boyos, if the two of you haven’t killed each other yet, I’ve got dinner on the table. Now get your asses in here,” Catarina called, turning around and grabbing milk and cranberry juice out of the fridge and setting that as well on the table.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she had to force herself not to kiss Mikhael in greeting and instead turned to Lex. She was so used to Mikhael being here for dinner, whether she was cooking or he was. Standing on tip-toe, with her hands resting on his shoulders, she kissed him lightly. Turning to Mikhael, she winked at him and gave him a small smile, and motioned for them both to sit.

Mikhael seeing what was on the table groaned in delight while Lex looked at it questioningly, which prompted Catarina to say, “Its San Francisco Style Pork Chops, SFSPC for short.”

Lex nodded slowly and rolling her eyes, Catarina grabbed the tongs for the pasta took some dumped it on her plate and then took out a pork chop along with some sauce and started into it as soon as it was there, moaning in delight. Causing Lex to stare at her.

“What, you’ve never seen her eat something she truly enjoyed? This is one of her favorite meals… I’ve attempted to make it, but never to the caliber she makes it… And if you haven’t had her baking, just you wait… It’s perfection, especially her peanut butter cookies, or her pineapple upside down cake.” Mikhael murmured without thinking of what Lex’s reaction might be.

“Why would you know this? I’ve never heard her mention you before? What caused your wife to kick you out? Why’re you staying HERE of all places?” Lex exploded with a combination of anger, confusion and hurt.

“I’ve known her for forever, you fool. Why am I staying here? Because I knew that Cat had a spare room, not to mention the fact that she and I are good friends. And, because I’ve known her forever I know what she likes, and what she dislikes, and what she’s good at,” Mikhael snapped back, “As to why she’s never mentioned me? I’ve just never come up more than likely. What’s the point of mentioning someone when you’re likely not to meet them?”

Growling Catarina glared at them, “You two can get the hell out of here if you’re going to act like this, if you can act civilized and like gentlemen, you can stay. However, at the slightest sign of misbehavior you’re both getting booted. I don’t care you don’t have anywhere else to go right now Mik.”

Lex gave her a shocked look while Mikhael just laughed and nodded murmuring, “Yes Mistress.” At which Catarina just rolled her eyes, causing him to laugh again before he dug into the meal before him.

Finishing up the last of the dishes, Catarina grinned when she walked into her living room and saw the fireplace had a fire and her music for when she danced was playing, looking at Mikhael since he was the only one of the two males there who knew what it was for at all.

Almost whimpering with the need to kiss him in thanks, she had to make due with giving him a look that tried to convey all of what she was feeling, leaning against the wall Mikhael nodded slightly at what she was trying to say, asking, “Catarina, will you dance for us?”

Blushing Catarina looked at Lex and saw he was sprawled across her black couch, and rolled her eyes at his not paying attention to her. Looking back at Mikhael, she nodded at him. Motioning him away from the wall, he sat on the love seat not two feet away from Lex, causing him to look up at them.

Slowly Catarina, took her position in front of the fireplace, one arm in front her body, the other above, her right foot forward and up on tip toes. Then she began to move, so fluidly she blended with the beat of the music, the medallions and bangles creating a counter harmony to that of the drums.

The flare of her skirt, the flash of firelight upon her jewelry, her hair swirling about her body, she danced as if no one was watching, letting her instincts take over, nothing rehearsed, everything spur of the moment. Perspiration dampened her shirt, her breasts swayed with every movement she made.

Her nipples hardened, as she felt their lust filled gazes upon her body, her pussy getting wet at the thought of them watching her, touching themselves as she knew they must be now, peeking through her lashes, she spotted Mikhael rubbing himself through his pants, she knew he couldn’t resist her when she danced, and when she danced not only was she horny, she knew he could go for three or four rounds of sex with her.

Turning to Lex, he was struggling not to touch himself, and smiling she went to him and sank to her knees, looking up at him she slid the zipper of his pants down, and slowly pulled him out of his pants, moaning at the sight. He was long and thick, and hard as a rock, the head of his cock an angry purple, with pearlescent pre-cum pearling at the tip, dripping down his length in rivulets.

Still looking up at him, she flicked her tongue out at his tip and watched as he shuddered in pleasure, then she took the tip of him in her mouth and suckled at the pre-cum, causing him to toss his head back and moan, thus revealing the veins in his neck, all corded and bunched.

Inch by inch, she took him into her mouth and lavished attention on his cock, suckling and nibbling, finally she took as much of him as she could into her mouth, and let one hand rest at his balls, the other lay upon the length of him she hadn’t been able to take. Bobbing her head up and down in time to the movement of her hand he moaned and thrust into her mouth, glancing up she caught him watching her with hooded eyes, she was wet, wet enough that if Mikhael had been interested in fucking her she would have been more than ready.

Moving so that she could take his balls into her mouth, she pumped his cock fast and hard with her hands. And then he was coming, thick hot spurts of white cum, all over her hair, her shirt, and her breasts.

Standing she looked at him, lying there exhausted and panting and turned to Mikhael. She pulled him to his feet and held onto his hand as they walked to the bathroom where she turned on the shower again, turning to him she kissed him hungrily, rubbing against him, not caring that he too was covered in cum, wrapping her arms around his neck, she drew herself up against him, lifting a leg around his waist he took the hint, and lifted her so that she could wrap her legs around him.

With a moan of relief, she sank down upon him. He was perfect, still hard and she was oh so full now. Holding her hips, he turned so that he could rest her ass on the bathroom counter and slid her shirt up and over her head. Once that was done he leant forwards and took nipple into his mouth. She arched into his mouth and cried out his name, in a matter of seconds she felt one of his hands at her other breast and the other hand at her clit causing her to clench her inner muscles, making him jerk to life once more inside her.

He thrust into her slowly and gently, but hearing her call out his name again on a moan he almost came, but was determined to make her cum before him. Switching his mouth and hand to the other breast and flicked her clit faster, continuing to thrust into her, he adjusted his angle so that he could hit her g-spot as well.

“Oh, oh, oh gods… Mikhael, Mikhael, harder! Please Mikhael harder, fuck me!” Catarina begged, and Mikhael could do nothing but obey. Soon she was clenching him tightly once more, milking his cock for all it was worth.

She lay against the mirror above the sink and counter for a few moments, while he lay draped across her legs, his cock still buried deep inside of her sopping wet pussy, she moaned in pained pleasure when he withdrew, and kissed her. Reaching a hand to her pussy, she ran a finger through his and her own come, and suckled on her finger.

Helping her slide off the counter, he kissed her hard. Leaning against him for a moment, she listened to his heartbeat. Then she shook her head and walked to the shower, giving him a look, he followed and together they washed each others bodies, and decided not to tempt fate again while Lex was still there.

Catarina sighed, she was clean again but she missed the feeling of their come dripping down her thighs. Walking back to the living room, she smirked. Lex was still laying where she had left him. Suddenly she was thankful for the damp wash clothe she had brought with her, and she cleaned him quickly and made it seem as if he had just fallen asleep there.

“Lex, Lex? Wake up honey, you fell asleep.. And you need to be getting home, you have work tomorrow,” Catarina woke him slowly.

Waking up Lex moaned, and opened his eyes, “ Cat, I had the most amazing and scary dream. I dreamt you were dancing and fucked me with your mouth, then you too him,” He motioned to Mikhael with a head jerk, “ With you towards your room, leaving me here.”

Catarina gave him a look, “Like I would do that? First off, I’m dating you second he’s married. Now off you go home, you have work.” Standing up she stalked past Mikhael and to her room.

Mikhael gave Lex a look and said, “Wow… Way to go, piss her off. Not smart man, not smart.”

Lex ignored him and stood and walked to the door, before walking out he turned and said, “She’s mine. I saw the way you looked at her.”

Mikhael snorted, “I look at her like a friend of forever would. Sure, at one point I would have given anything to fuck her, but she deserves better than just a fuck. She deserves love, attention and devotion.”

Lex shrugged and walked out the door.