“I think you might be my favorite type of bunny.”
“How about you? You some sort of safari guide?”
He let out an awkward chuckled and turned away from her for a second. “Nah, I’m Indiana Jones,” he said as he drew his fake pistol.
“Ah right, my dad likes him a lot.”
“Not exactly the result I was going for.”
“Maybe it would be if you knew how well I got along with daddy.”
He stuttered for a bit, but never found the words.
“Do you mind if I come in for a minute and warm up?”
“Yea sure, come right in Caitlin.”
She looked around after passing through the threshold. “I didn’t realize how similar all the houses were in this neighborhood.”
“Yea, I can imagine the assembly line where they build them all.”
She didn’t get his joke, but kept on smiling. He fidgeted with is hands briefly before leading her through the house to the living room where he stopped and looked around. Hocus Pocus was playing on the TV in the corner. There was a bowl of popcorn on the coffee table. A leather jacket was draped over a nearby chair.
“Were you just having a relaxing evening watching TV?”
“Yea, something like that,” he said as he scanned the room like he was looking for the missing remote. “I’ll probably head out once it gets dark.”
“Will I see you at Kayla’s party?”
He chuckled. “Nah, you don’t want me there. I’ll probably head out to a bar.”
“You know in most countries 18 is old enough to go to the bar.”
“So is that why you visited? Looking to score some alcohol for your party?”
“Not for the party, but I’d be interested in pre-gamming if you’re offering.”
He grabbed a bottle of vodka off his counter and a dark red juice from his fridge. She’d been drinking enough to know he put about half a shot’s worth of alcohol in her drink. “This stays between us,” he said as he handed her the drink.
“Wish my test scores would just stay between us,” she said as she took a sip.
“Yea, sorry about that.” He poured himself a significantly stronger version of the same drink. “Your parents check your grades recently?”
“Yea just got the talk before my mom sent me over here.”
He smiled and swirled his drink. “Yea she was very involved in Pat’s grades two years ago. She comes off as a bit of a helicopter parent.”
Caitlin snorted. “She used to be, but she’s been different the last year or so.”
“How so?”
“She’s always gone. I can’t remember the last time she made it to one of my games.”
“She get a promotion at work?”
“No, I think she’s just having an affair.”
Mr. G spit out some of his drink and started coughing.
“Shit it’s not with you is it?”
“No, you just caught me off guard with that statement. That’s got to be hard to deal with.”
Caitlin shrugged. “It was at first, but I’ve learned a lot from it. Being prudish about sex only works if everyone else is too. But lower your expectations for everyone else and it frees you up to have a lot more fun.”
“How’s your dad doing?”
“I found him someone that keeps him satisfied.”
“That’s very… sex positive of you.”
“He’s just like you. He needed it even if he wouldn’t admit it at first.”
Mr. G put his drink down. “I find plenty of women to keep me satisfied.”
She reached out and curled her fingers through his chest hair. “Is that so? Usually people don’t dress up when they leave the bowl out. Someone else on their way over?”
“Actually I think she just left. Must’ve gotten scared off by the competition.”
She laughed. “I don’t think it’s much of a competition.” She patted the bulge in his pants. “You give your intentions away.”
Her thick-soled black boots clanked loudly as she turned to walk away from him. Walking up to the back of his couch, she bent over and placed her forearms on the back of the couch. “Do you think it looks bad that I don’t have a tail?”
She started scrolling Instagram as she waited for him. Marge had already posted a picture of herself in her angel costume with the caption “so excited for tonight”. Caitlin liked it, the outfit was cute. It was revealing for what Marge normally wears: a relatively short skirt but longer than Caitlin’s shorts and a strapless white shirt that still covered her stomach. Caitlin would’ve been in a tube top and mini skirt had she been an angel.
Caitlin spoke when she finally felt his hand on her hip. “So about that test grade?”
“I’m so sorry, I must have accidentally switched the digits. 38 and 83 are very different grades.”
“I think you meant 100.”
“100’s are more suspicious.”
Caitlin stood up and took a step away from him. “Sorry, but if we’re going to do it then you really have to make it worth it.”
He grabbed her hand before it was out of reach. “Fine, fine, fine. 100. Now give me a piece of that tail.”
She spun to face him as he pulled her towards him. She tilted her head up to look as him as he planted a deep passionate kiss on her lips. His hands were all over her ass and in moments her shorts were pulled off her bubble butt.
She grabbed his shirt and ripped it all the way off. Two buttons went flying across the room. She then fiddled with his belt, but the toy gun instead of his pants fell to the ground when she got it undone. “I’m not used to men’s outfits being this complicated.”
He chuckled as he undid the other belt. Once his pants were down he grabbed her legs just below her bubble butt and lifted. She wrapped her arms around his neck as he sat her on the back of the couch. A moment later he slid her shorts down to her boots. She spread her knees as wide as they would go as he shuffled stepped his dick towards her.
She moaned loudly for him as his dick entered her pussy. “Oh you’re so big. Something else you have in common with my daddy.” Mr. G stopped pumping and loosened his grip on her. “Oh don’t stop. Fuck me daddy.”
He resumed pumping, but wasn’t enthusiastic enough, so Caitlin pushed her body towards him. Unfortunately her ass slipped off the edge of the couch causing her to fall forward. His arms shot out and tried to catch her, but he ended up just breaking her fall as he fell with her.
Caitlin still banged her knee, but didn’t let that pain slow her down. Moving was awkward as her boots and shorts kept her ankles bonded together. She climbed over him and lowered herself onto his still erect dick.
He laid still, watching mesmerized as she took complete control. Her body danced and moved like she was riding a bull in a rodeo. Her eyes seemed focused on some distant point. Her lacy bunny ears were askew but still on her head. Her black sports bra still firmly held her B-cup breasts in place. Her stomach muscles flexed and moved like a turbulent ocean. Her small deep navel was a whirlpool in the center of that ocean.
She was in such a daze that she didn’t immediately notice when he came. She was staring at some distant point as she continued to robotically rock on his cock. He rubbed his hands up and down her bare chest and then up to her firms tits to keep himself hard.
She snapped out of her trance when he pulled her down for a kiss. She turned away so that his lips pressed against her cheek. He wasn’t discouraged, but soon she raised herself off his cock. “I should get going to my party.”