“What else do we want to see?” Marty hollered. A few suggestions were murmured, then someone called out.
“Give it to her in the back door!” The costumed group hooted and laughed. I felt sick. I leaned against the bookshelf, bumping my head against the wood and staring at the worn copy of ‘Brave New World’. I looked up to see Bindi there, by the door, looking at me over the crowd.
Jenni turned around, bending over the couch. The big guy leaned over her, lifting up the back of her dress. He pretended to have to force his way in. Jenni squealed on cue, and he began thrusting up against her ass. As he pretended to pump her, the group hollered more loudly, laughs mingling in.
This was particularly hard to watch. I had wanted to have anal sex with Jenni for the whole year of our relationship, and she strictly forbade it. The idea that she could just casually joke about it with this lunk, in front of everyone, made me sick with jealousy. My face a stiff mask, I leaned fully into the bookshelf, trying to melt into the shadows.
With a creak, the bookshelf beside me buckled, tipping sideways before cracking apart. It fell with a CRASH, books sliding everywhere, covering the floor. I grabbed at them, trying to save something from hitting the ground. Everyone turned around to look at me. My face was red. I stood there, holding the only book I could save, the copy of ‘Brave New World’. Jenni and #99 got up from the couch, peering around the group to see me.
“Sorry.” I mumbled to nobody in particular. Thomas rushed in. He took a look around. “Oh, nice work, man.” He grinned at me, and I grinned back sheepishly, pleading with him for some kind of help.
“There’s Jello shots in the kitchen!” Thomas yelled. Everyone smiled, heading out the door. Jenni, Marty and #99 walked by. I avoided all eyes, studying the book in my hand as though I had never seen it before. Thomas patted me on the back.
“We’ll deal with it in the morning, man. Go have a shot.” I nodded, dropping the book. I followed him out of the empty room.
I got a beer and ended up in the back yard, alone. I tooks swigs from the bottle, laughing nervously, talking to myself to shrug off the humiliation. The back door opened, and I saw the silhouette of a large cat against the porch light. I withdrew into the shadows.
Bindi looked around, scanning the darkness. She headed towards me. “Don’t you know cats can see in the dark?” She said, leaves crunching under foot as she neared me.
“Sorry.” I said. “I wasn’t hiding.” Bindi shrugged it off.
“You don’t need to explain. I saw those two going at it.” Now I shrugged, kicking the brick wall of the house. Bindi walked up, locking my eyes with hers. She leaned in and kissed me, her warm lips pulling at mine. I felt her paws wrap around my back.
We made out for a little while, kissing and groping through our fuzzy suits. She put my hands on her breasts, then started rubbing my fur-covered groin. I finally separated from the passion, holding her back for a moment.
I wanted to make eye contact, make her feel welcome, but I was still thinking about the scene inside. Bindi studied my face.
“I can see we’re going to have to get you past this if we’re going to have any fun tonight.” I looked at Bindi, a little weary. Sometimes she was just a little too analytical. “I mean it,” She said deviously. “You need therapy.”
“It wouldn’t bother me so much if it wasn’t so…recent.” I said, trying to get her to drop it. I moved in for a kiss, but Bindi pulled back, grinning.
“You’re not getting off that easily. Is that really all? You seemed to be doing okay until the end there, when he was pretending to, you know, give it to her in the-”
“Yeah, well, that’s always been kind of a sticking point for me and Jenni.” I said, a little too quickly. “I’m glad she’s apparently gotten over it.” I sighed, feeling as transparent as my beer bottle.
Bindi kissed my neck, looking into my eyes. “They were just playing.” She said softly.
“Yeah, I know.” I kissed Bindi back. Her tongue entered my mouth, then came out, tracing little circles on my lips.
Bindi pivoted around, putting her back to me. She wrapped my plush brown arms around her body. Her rear end pressed into my groin, pushing me against the brick wall.
“So you like to do it back there, huh?” She asked. I dropped my beer in the leaves. I was rarely this casual talking about sex, so I struggled with the words. The beer helped.
“Well, I like the idea of it.” I coughed.
“Oh.” She said ponderously. She purred, rubbing her body against me. Our fur rubbing against each other created a little static electricity, wisping strands of her long hair into the air.
Bindi looked around the back yard, then moved slightly away from me. “Here, unzip me.” My brain took a moment to process what she said.
I stared dumbly at the silver zipper on the back of her suit. I almost spoke, then instinct took over. I pulled at the metal device, the tangs separating with a creaking noise. I got it all the way down to her lower back and stopped.
Bindi slid the cat costume over her shoulders. It was amazing, watching the fur peel away from her dark skin, revealing her neck, her toned arms, the soft curve of her lower back. She lowered it to the top curve of her rump, then paused. She pulled her orange paw-gloves off with her teeth, then slid her arms out of the suit.
Her upper body was completely exposed in the cool autumn air. Her long, straight black hair cascaded down her back, the tips resting on the edge of the plush suit, which still clung to her rump. Bindi pulled her hair around, over one shoulder, then leaned forward to allow me access.
“Pull it down.” She said softly. I put my fingers underneath the edges of the furry fabric, tugging it over the curve of her bottom. I stared at her firm, dark ass, rubescent in the cool glow of the moon.
“Use your finger.” She said.
“For what?” I asked, my brain not quite functioning.
“Put it in there, silly.” She said.
“In where?”
“You know where.” She purred, reaching for my hand. She put in on her lower back, guiding it down.
I could barely contain my excitement. I struggled to stay in the moment, to savor it, to pay attention to every detail. Her butt was firm, the cheeks reluctantly gave way to my probing hand. I used one hand to push them apart, the other to slowly probe for her anus.
I found it. My index finger rubbed it slowly, carefully, almost scared to go in. She pushed her ass back towards me, the fingertip sliding in. She pushed back farther. My finger made its way past the puckering muscle. I could feel her contracting and releasing on me, the warmth wrapped around my finger like a glove.
She grabbed my hand with hers. “You’re so gentle.” She said. In this case, it was a reprimand. She grabbed my hand with hers, pushing it up against her ass. My finger drove in deeper. She gasped.
Bindi held me there for a moment. Her anus flexed again and she leaned forward, my finger sliding out slightly. I could feel the cool autumn air on the moist part of the digit, exposed.
“I think I like it.” She whispered. I melted. I was trying not to panic. Breathe, man, breathe.