EIGHT

Kamilla Lopez

After Bianca brought me back home, I told Carolina everything, she listened to me attentively. In the end she hugged me proud and hugged me in my act of kindness, I did not tell her about what happened, I thought it's unnecessary to leave her worried about a matter already resolved. After we talked, I went to the room, got rid of the clothes and took a long shower. While washing my hair under the water I remembered the unknown message, those words were hammering in my head, no… There’s no way it was that man.

The days passed, after our reconciliation, Bianca and I were closer than ever. We went out almost every night to the movies. We looked like teenagers, having fun and embarrassing ourselves. Whenever we were in places like the cinema, I felt observed, looking for the pair of eyes that was making me uncomfortable, but I did not find, maybe after what happened in the club left me traumatized.

It was 11pm, Bianca and I were leaving the theater when I received a notification on my phone, suspended the device and saw a message from Carolina, in it was warning that I would sleep out, because there was a last minute meeting. At that moment I remembered that message I received two ago, opened the message and reread again, was asking me not to go out at night, for a moment that man arose in my thoughts, he had ordered me not to go out at night, I find that it was him, but something tells me not.

— Kami! — Bianca screamed for my attention.

I see her climb in a shopping cart and do it on a scooter, but before reaching the wall I see her fall along with a cart, people who were also leaving the mall looked at that scene shocked with such free shame. A boy approached her and helped get up, she held in the man’s strong arms and made him feel faint, heavens. What a shame!

— Bianca! — I call her.

The man lets go she is saying goodbye with a smile on her lips, she shakes her hands and approaches me.

— Did you see the beauty? What man!

— Stop giving the boy up, he must be calling you crazy.

— Crazy to sit on it.

I hit her shoulder and walked to her vehicle, she unlocks the door and enters, before doing so felt a burning through my body, a cold made my skin shiver severely, hugged my body and turned to the parking lot that was already totally empty, The only ones were us.

— Did something happen? — Bianca asks.

— No… — I got into the vehicle, ignoring that feeling. — Just drive, I’m dying to get home.

She looked at me for a few seconds and then turned the vehicle around. As soon as I passed by the door of the house, I walked to the bedroom and threw my bag on the bed. I smiled to remember that I am alone at home, Carolina has a sex life more active than mine. After getting rid of the clothes I took a hot shower, I chose not to wash my hair because it was late, then I went back to the room and wore a tiny blouse and just panties. As soon as I turned off almost all the lights and left only the lamp I lay in bed, I felt a little curiosity in Stalker Nick Ross. I began to see photos of you, admiring your beautiful face, your seductive eyes transmit me various emotions, did not know which to describe in a more "correct" way, I observed photos yesterday was shirtless, heaven… What a man!

I lowered my shy fingers under my panties and found to be lubricated, yes, I often touched myself out of curiosity, I’m not a saint who never even touched her own body, exploring and discovering where possibly would like to be touched, And now, I feel tempted to stimulate my clitoris by remembering that god of Olympus.

I imagined him naked above me with that serious and intimidating look full of seduction and lust, repressed the groan and threw my head back. When I was about to enjoy my lamp went out, I got up from the bed and looked at the window, I realized that I lacked energy.

Suddenly, I hear something fall out of the room, I subtly withdrew from the bed and approached the door, opened the wood and faced the gloom of darkness in front of me, before deciding to leave I approached the wardrobe and took a flashlight. I started walking around the room, sometimes hitting Dona Carolina’s plant jars. I stopped near a jar and fixed the light of the lantern and pushed it away, felt something run through my legs and screamed out loud for the unexpected fright, turned and came across a small frightened and trembling kitten, laughs at my shameful scene, I lowered near him and put him in my lap

— What’s your pussy name?

I shook my head and smiled without grace, for a moment I forgot that cats do not speak. As soon as I returned to the room the lights came back, the kitten was in my hands, his fur was a little wet, and I noticed that his paw was injured, I wrapped it in a cloth and checked if there was any collar, to my surprise he did not have.

— I think I’ll adopt you. — I caressed over your head. — Your name is now Zeus.