Cathy Goes Shoujo

Ch 03 – Riders of the Storm
Bates Residence, 3:32 PM, Saturday
“Oh my… JoJo, what happened? Are you feeling all right?”
«Oh, I wish I were having a heart attack, but this was coming from a little lower, like my uterus, or my
groin. Holy Cow, that’s exactly what it was; my best friend had given me a groin attack. That sneaky
bitch, I think I love her and I don’t even know her…. » “Hold me,” I gasped. “Just, please, hold me.”
Cathy knelt down, and cradled me in her lap, while I cried out the intense feelings rolling through me. I
moaned as I sobbed; I was so scared, because I felt so confused. «Oh, how about that, now her nipples are
popping up, too. Way to maybe mess up this friendship, too.» She leaned us out of the way as she closed
the car door, and then wrapped both hands around my back. Both of my hands were pinned between us, the
right one still stuck in her pants. «I don’t want to be sending mixed signals; I don’t want to be having
mixed signals. I’m not sure which signals I don’t want to have, though. »
She held me, and I held on, for a few minutes. In the background, I heard the shower start up; L.L. must
have put her stuff away. I took a deep, shuddering breath, taking in Cathy’s perfume. It wasn’t like the
scent I had thought of earlier, but it pushed my buttons the same way. «I wonder if JoJo ever reacted to
it before; I wonder what Cathy thinks of my scent, and if there’s something I could wear that’s get her
drooling…». I felt wonderfully comforted by the supportive embrace, and excited from the scents; I now
had that molten heat in my center from breasts to groin, waiting to be released.
“Cathy,” I started.
“…are you sure you want to do this?” Cathy sounded a little…scared, maybe. I fidgeted a bit as I tried
to reach for her head, but couldn’t get my hand out, Since I couldn’t, I just grabbed my right hand,
and tugged her a little closer. As soon as she looked up enough to meet my eyes, I kissed her, and I
meant it.
For a second or two, I was all-but raping Cathy’s mouth with my tongue, and I didn’t care, I just…jumped
on it, and let that hot pool of lava in my middle come gushing out of me and through me. I locked our
mouths together, and pried her lips apart as if my tongue were an oyster knife. I also settled further
into her, rolling my hips forward and lowering my knees until the left one was at her crotch, and I was
sitting on her thigh. If I hadn’t had my right hand jammed into her waist band, I would have caressed her
face, her breasts, her back and bottom. As it was, I just used the leverage to keep grinding my knee
into her mound and my crotch into her thigh. I swear she jumped at first, and that hold on her kept me
from getting tossed to the concrete.
After the shock of me attacking her, Cathy responded. She roused her tongue to meet my own, moved her
hands to my head and bottom, and gave back as good as she got. Sitting as we were, my back arching and
hips wiggling, made our nipples rub against each other; our shirts and bras just helping keep up the
sensations without knocking ourselves out. I think I started purring, or she started; there was some sort
of vibration involved, and sounds of pleasure that I felt as much as heard. I saw at first a bit of
surprise in her eyes when I started kissing her, but I wasn’t interested in looking anywhere but her
eyes, and once her delicious tongue engaged with mine, I wasn’t interested in looking at anything; it
all felt too good, tasted too good. I needed my brain to keep me breathing, and feeling; I couldn’t
spare any power for looking. Cathy had some to spare, and used it to trace along my ear. My dry-humping
her leg quickly got…not-so-dry.
We kept at it for maybe twelve seconds, though all the clocks swore that we were making out for ten
minutes. That couldn’t possibly be true, because we’d have passed out from all of that passion if it had
gone on for over a minute; I kept forgetting to breathe. I think forgetting to breathe was why we
stopped; well, that and the frustrating displeasure of not being naked.
Cathy must have stopped it, because the next thing I remember, we were slumped between the two cars in
the middle of the carport, I was draped all over her front, and Cathy had somehow put both hands on mine,
trying to loosen my jaws-of-life grip on her jeans. I kept going back and forth between kissing her and
whining, “More hand on butt!”
“JoJo!” Kiss. “Weren’t we–”kiss. “Going–” kiss. “Inside?” kiss.
“Oh, I so want to go ‘inside,’ but your jeans are too tight!” I tugged on said pants again, which once
more sent my knee massaging her own wet spot. She took a quick breath, arching her own back, and didn’t
seem to mind when I did it again. She sucked her lower lip in, and let out the most delightful-sounding
“Ah” I’d ever heard. I so wanted to hear if she could do that five more times, or if I could get her
“over” first. Instead, she pushed us farther apart with her chest, and held my hips still with her hands.
“Let’s get in your room. On your bed. Naked.”
For a moment all I could think was one more «Why aren’t you grabbing my butt?», before it sunk in; we
were more-or-less mutually masturbating, and making out, sitting in the middle of the carport! With all
of our clothes on! When we could be doing so much more with our clothes off, in my room! My best friend
is a genius; a smoking hot Genius! “Yeah, yeah, and then you can grope my butt more, yum!” I gave her a
quick kiss, linked my right arm with hers, placed my left hand on the bottom part of my car window,
kissed Cathy again, waited until she’d reached up and grabbed the mirror on my parents’ car, and then we
helped each other stand up.
“Y’all are still out there?” L.L. commented from through the bathroom window. “Get a room!” Then she closed it (the window, that is).
“Out of the mouths of babes!” we both said at once, and laughed, looking at each other. I re-opened my
car door and got out my purse, locked and closed the door. Then we went in the house, locking the door
behind us. We giggled at each other, and took one hand off of each others’ butts, to reach under each
other’s shirts and play with nipples under cover. I had to untuck Cathy’s T-shirt, but she had to undo a
blouse button and get under my camisole, so we were still in sync, teasing each other’s nipples through
our respective bras. She enjoyed the softness and strength of my lace-trimmed, cotton-covered mammaries,
while I was delighted to feel the warm, slick sensation of satin under my finger tips. We both jumped
guiltily, and whipped our hands off of each other, when B-4 called out from the family room; then with
mischievous twin leers, we put our hands back and went back to playing with our nipples again.
“Is that you, JoJo? Cathy called for you earlier.”
“Yeah, it’s me. Cathy… got in touch with me”–we both snickered–“so she went ahead and came…over.” Ooh,
that was shiver-licious.”
“Hi, B-4,” Cathy called out, before mouthing at me; I was very
tempted to tweak her nipple for that. I was also tempted to take off her pants, so I settled for
undoing her belt, and groping her mons (I’m left-handed, so I’m really clumsy doing things with my
right; that’s my story…).
“Hi, Cathy. You guys want to watch Kung Fu Theater?”
“No thanks, we’re going to” «make out» “…do some girl-stuff—“ Cathy snorted, and I did pinch her nipple
that time; the kinky girl liked it, too. “…in my room,” I finished weakly.
“Okay. You two have fun with your intercourse in private.” I blushed, and started to say something,
but stopped when Cathy rolled her eyes…and started rubbing my butt again while playing with my nipple.
I bit my lower lip and sighed. I so love having my butt molested. “You know …talking.” Cathy mimed the
words as B-4 said them, so apparently it was a bit he did a lot. Funny, I think I did it, too. Anyway,
I pushed Cathy up against the wall, and kissed a little. Then a little more. Finally, we quit, because
B-4 started asking if that’s what we were doing, and because L.L. finally came out of the shower.
“Eww, naked sister,” B-4 called out, as she exited.
“Don’t be silly, I got a towel on,” replied L.L. Then she came around the corner, going to her
room – and she was naked! Well, she had her towel slung over her left shoulder, and a smaller one
wrapped around her head. Before she went in, she looked over her shoulder and winked…at Cathy!
Cathy just shook her head and smiled, then hugged me. L.L. did a double take…and a knowing smile
slowly spread on her face. She turned around, shook her fanny and closed her door. I noticed that
Cathy never looked away the whole time L.L. went by. I also noticed that she hadn’t stopped
playing with my breast during it, either.
Cathy noticed me noticing her, and went back to massaging my butt with her other hand. “Still not my
type, and she still likes to tease me about it. Only now I think she knows I’m your type, JoJo. Are you
okay with that?” I didn’t answer for a bit, partly because I was still wondering if I was okay with it.
«How will this change things when (if?) Original JoJo comes back—oh, that’s good…» The way Cathy was
rubbing my butt was making my skirt ride up, which was the biggest part of why I never answered her.
Combined with the way she was kneading my breast, we needed to get into my room or we were replaying the
carport.
I reached behind my back, and covered her hand with mine; she twisted her wrist so we were holding hands,
and brought it between us. Her eyes were shining; I think she had been looking forward to this for a
while. She leaned over and whispered in my ear, “You’re going to need to wash that skirt, honey; you have
a very large spot on the back now –‘You’re very welcome,’ by the way.”
I reached behind me with my free hand, and found it, too. Oh, darn…oh. Darn. I really am excited. I
sighed, squeezed her hand, and laid my head on Cathy’s shoulder. “Would you get the Woolite® for me,
please? It really ought to…” Cathy moved our clasped hands to cover my lips. “Why aren’t you taking it
off yet?” She smiled and squeezed, then pulled back her hand and turned me around. “Never mind, I got
it…” She knelt down behind me and nudged me towards the wall, slowly dragging her hands down either side
of my back. Her right hand slipped under my blouse and played lightly over my stomach and belly button,
while she unzipped my skirt with her left. A couple of times I tried to do something, but as soon as I
moved my arms, she stopped, stood up, put my hands back on the wall, and began the routine again. I
decided not to push it a third time, because I wanted to know what she was going to do next. What she did
next, was…bite my butt! Then she finished unzipping my skirt, and pulled it off in her teeth. She nipped
at my cheek, then made a trail of kisses down my leg, one hand pinning me at the small of my back. She
slipped my shoe off with her other hand, and bent my leg enough to drag my skirt completely off it. She
dropped the shoe between my legs, and played with my foot a bit, before placing it back on the floor. She
let the skirt drop down on my other foot while she switched the hand pinning my tummy to the wall. She
chuckled wickedly, as she traced down the middle of my panties with her fingernail. She made a soft
sucking noise and said, “Mmm, juicy.” Then she teased my opening with the tip of her finger tip.
“Oh, yeah, better take care of that skirt…” she said, holding her finger in mid-push, barely in to me. I
was flexing my PC like crazy, trying to pull her finger in, but she wouldn’t take the bait. “That’s for
teasing me for so long,” she said, as she pulled her finger away, and lightly swatting my behind. She
then lifted my other leg, taking off the other shoe, and my skirt. She started to take her hand from my
back, but I started to drop once she took her arm away. I felt so excited, I didn’t mind, and I didn’t
help. She lowered me until my knees were on the molding, and laid me out across the hallway. She undid
blouse buttons until my bra was visible under my camisole. She then leaned over, and drew a line with her
tongue from my belly button to the top of my panties. If she’d asked for my car before she continued, I’d
have given her my purse right there. Then she slowly raised herself, letting her hair drag along my inner
thigh. I shivered. She stood up, skirt still in hand, and softly said, “Don’t get comfortable, we are
going in your room.” She then balanced, hand on the wall, as she took off each of her own shoes, bent
over to scoop up my shoes, and wiggled her denim-clad fanny in my face. I lifter my head and kissed it.
She then stood up, walked over to my room, dropped the shoes next to it, and continued on to get the soap
from the laundry area. I heard her telling B-4 about how she “got a little too happy greeting me” while
she got the soap. I got a little worried, but it sounded more like he thought she was kidding. She got
the soap, and puttered around in the bathroom; I just lay there on the hallway floor, and giggled. When
she poked her head around the corner, I winked and waggled my tongue at her; she took off her sunglasses,
and cocked her head back, toward my bedroom door. I lifted my arm, coaxing for her to come back and help
me up. She raked her eyes over my form, looked back at me and licked her lips saucily. I think I pushed
the wall, I jumped up so fast. I started to reach down for my purse…looked at Cathy, smiled, straightened
up, walked around it, and then, bent over to pick it up; she didn’t disappoint. I wiggled my hips in
appreciation.
I stood up and turned around, and she gave me a peck on the cheek, saying “Skirt,” before going back in
the bathroom to shut off the still-running water, while I opened my door and nudged the shoes inside.
Cathy pulled down her pants, and sat down on the toilet, with the cutest little embarrassed smile on.
“Hands in water,” she said, nodding her head at the sink. I smiled, and said, “Ooh, good idea,” and
walked in, leaving the doors open. I sat down on her lap, and we both giggled, then I pushed her jeans
and panties all the way off, then kissing her. I got some toilet paper and dried her off when she
finished. Kind of. Then I let her up, we swapped places, and she took off my panties while I peed, giving
me a “pat down” when done. I flushed the toilet, and reached for her hand again. We washed each other’s
hands and finished the walk to my room, where I invited her in...literally, too.