I had no idea when I was going to see Katy next, when we’d get the opportunity to be alone together again. Simon and Katy’s parents would be in France for another ten days though, and I hoped it’d come soon. I couldn’t stop thinking about what had happened, I pined for her, for more.
Two days later, I got a message from Katy. Simon and the rest of us were planning to head into the city that Friday night. Katy suggested I make my excuses and sneak around to her place instead. I didn’t have to think about it for a second.
I showered, I primped, I trimmed down there, I spent an age choosing clothes that would give the impression I’d just thrown anything on, but that would happen to look fantastic. I went with jeans and an un-ironed white cotton shirt that showed off my dark skin and black hair.
It was agony wating at home until Simon had left and my friends would be safely aboard a tram heading into Manchester. I’d told them I’d caught a bug, that I was going to bed. It wasn’t a total lie. I tried not to run as I walked the ten-minute journey to Simon’s place to lick his gorgeous sister’s pussy.
But a nasty thought popped into my head as I walked. What if this was all a joke? What if Katy was playing a trick on me? What if I got there and she laughed in my face? Suddenly, that felt more likely than the other possibility, that perfect, stunning Katy Pratchett was inviting me over to her parents’ place to get naked with me. To let me lick her cunt. To teach me.
I felt sick to my stomach. Obviously it was a joke. Katy was well out of my league. What had happened had been a moment of madness, but Katy wouldn’t go through with it again, not a second time, now she’d had the chance to come to her senses. I almost turned around to head home. I kept on though, I had to see this through, to find out one way or another.
The sickness curdled in my stomach as I stood outside the front door of Katy’s parents’ house, as I rang the doorbell. Nothing happened. I waited for long seconds, I heard nothing from inside. I rang the bell again. Still nothing. The window above the door showed the light was off inside. Great. Katy wasn’t even at home. She wasn’t even here to laugh at me. She didn’t even care that much.
But then I heard hurried footsteps approaching from inside and the door swung inwards. Katy grinned at me as she ushered me quickly inside. I guessed she really didn’t want to be seen with me by anyone, even if this was all a joke. But then the look Katy gave me set my worries at ease. She flashed me a genuine smile filled with warmth, then it slid into a much more mischievous expression.
Katy was wearing a loose summer dress with pink and blue flowers, her hair was loose and hung around her shoulders, her makeup was done in a natural style. I smelled a light, floral perfume on her as Katy grasped my hand and hurried me up the stairs to her room. It looked like Katy had done the same as me, taken time to make herself look casually beautiful. That realisation filled me with hope, with excited nerves.
“You look good,” Katy said as she closed her bedroom door behind us. “Sit over there.” She pointed over at her bed.
I did as instructed, and Katy came over and sat next to me. We smiled at each other, she looked so pretty my chest tightened, but right away, the atmosphere between us felt strained. There was none of the rush, of the excitement, the urgent intimacy of last time.
Katy tucked a curl of blonde hair behind her ear as she looked at me. “This feels weird, right?”
I badly wanted this to happen, I was aching for it, but I couldn’t deny that it felt bizarre, this situation, me coming here for a planned liaison, a lesson. “Yep,” I said feebly.
“You want a drink? I’ve had a few glasses of wine already, you want some too? Or maybe a beer?”
“A beer please.”
“Cool. I’ll be back in a moment.” Katy sprang up off her bed and skipped to her door. Her dress swung as she moved, showing me the smooth, tanned back of her thighs. I wondered if she was wearing any knickers under her dress. I heard her bare feet on the stairs as she headed down to her kitchen. This wasn’t going to happen, I realised. A wave of sadness came over me with it. It was too weird. It wouldn’t work. What had happened before, it had been a spur of the moment exception to normal life, to how the universe worked. Me and Katy, it was madness. Still, at least I got to spend a bit of time alone with her. I tried to take solace in that.
Katy came back with beer and wine and we sat on her bed together with our backs against the wall, our legs out straight. I’d known Katy for years, but we’d never really talked before, not properly, not one-on-one. The conversation went slowly at first, in fits and starts, until I asked Katy about university and then she was off. She told me what it was like to live away from home, the adventures she’d had, the people she’d met, good and bad.
We drank more, Katy went up and down the stairs each time I finished a bottle of beer. Her window was open, summer sounds filled the room, the light went from a bright blue evening sky, to a golden glow with pink clouds as the sun fell towards the horizon. Katy rolled a joint and we smoked it together leaning out of her window.
The mood changed. There still wasn’t the same thrill and urgency as last time, but we were more relaxed now, at least, enjoying each other’s company, our bodies were touching as we stood by the window. It sent a thrill through me. Katy killed the joint and flicked the roach into the gutter beneath us. As we turned back, we faced each other for a moment, our faces close. I don’t know which of us moved first, or if we moved together, but we leaned closer, Katy raised her face, I lowered mine, and our mouths came together.