Catherine Ch. 09

Then with enough pressure on that opening my finger penetrates up to the second knuckle, "Should I go further Catherine?" Asking her.

An with no reply, except for her heavy breathing, "I guess that means yes?" Asking again,

"Alright then..., how about you doing my back Catherine?" Releasing my hold on her, an backing away to retrieve the bottle of body wash I used yesterday morning. As if what I just did to her was nothing.

"Yes!" She says. "And you know something Swaggart..., you're a real shit!" To a not so playful smack at my shoulder,

I think she really means it this time.

"OH? And why is that Catherine?"

"Nothing!" she says. "Just turn the hell around!" As she fills her hands with the soapy fluid, an begins rubbing them all over my shoulders, and back like I did hers.

But I guess turn about is fair play when she sticks her fingers between my butt cheeks just before she darts out the shower door.

"You know, I'll be getting even with you," hollering after her,

"I just did it to you!" Is her smart ass come back!

But, Oh My God, she is so much fun! Then the downer hits me, this can't last. This is just to good to be true. Where I have to be waking out of this dream any minute.

But as I step out of the shower is when I'm hit in the face with a towel shes' thrown at me. Pulling it away from my face to see her sticking her tongue out at me just before she disappears back into the bedroom.

You sweet playful bitch, breaking me out of the thought I had just moments ago.

Tying the towel around my waste, and while staring at myself in the mirror, "YOU, Swaggart, will, not, screw, up, this, morning, like yesterday!" Then look to my right, hoping she's not there to hear it.

Then back to looking in the mirror, with this thought, you know Swaggart, like she said, you do look pretty good with that, "in look for men my age." Which has me laughing out loud at the thought.

"Catherine, is it still alright if I use your tooth paste again?"

Seeing her out of the corner of my eye standing just outside the door as I'm picking up the tooth brush I had set aside yesterday,

"Of course you can," she says. Coming to stand in the door way. "Just don't use my makeup," She teases.

Quickly pulling the towel from around my waist, intent on snapping her butt with it. But she's already out of reach as she dances away laughing, heading for the dressing room.

Finishing up, it's back in the bedroom where I see her carry-on bag laying on the bed with some of her things already in it. With more in her arms as she's coming out of the dressing room, where she begins arranging them in with what's already there in the bag.

Noticing me watching her, "I can't make up my mind about what to take, you know, weather and all." Saying more to herself than to me. Where she's back to the dressing room.

An all the time I'm getting dressed, she's been back, and forth to the dressing room as she takes something out, or puts something else into that carry on bag. But for me, it's been the show she's putting on while doing all of this.

Where I can't help admiring how sexy she looks in those shear black lacy top pantyhose, over black bikini panties. Along with that, is the shear black bra she's wearing. Yes, an eye popping wonder of sexiness if there ever was one!

"If there's anything of my sisters' boyfriend you've used, put it in this plastic bag --- I'll replace it with new," She's telling me.

"Alright Catherine, I'll get that bottle of body wash from the shower.

"No, that's not his." Stopping me. "That stays there," she says.

Her words, " That's not his." So..., it is for..., "HIM?"

Asking about the bottle of body wash wasn't intended to elicit that response from her. But still its confirming what I thought yesterday. So your not stepping over her line --- right Swaggart? Answering my own question.

"Catherine, you must work out --- right?" Switching gears.

Then it's realizing what I just said, " I meant..., gym type workouts, not..., the Nancy type work..., you know. I'm digging a hole aren't I?"

"Yes Bob I do..., the gym type work outs too." Catherine, a hand on her hip looking at me, trying not to laugh at my stumbling over the, "work outs."

"The reason I ask Catherine --- I usually run after I get home. That is, if the weather is decent." Telling her. "If not, I work out at the base, or at home. But tonight because of school I won't be able to do either." An going on. "But if you want to use the equipment in my garage, you're more than welcome to. The garage is heated so any sweat you work up won't freeze on your butt." Teasing her.

An with that last part she comes up to me an drapes her arms over my shoulders, an leaning heavily into me, "That's not the kind of sweat I was planing on working up," she says. "An thank you for asking. I'll put some work...., out, things in my bag too."

"Now hurry up and finish what ever it is you need to do," she's telling me. "While I, finish dressing so we can get some breakfast, THIS morning!" Follows it up with a long sweet kiss before she lets go of me.

"Catherine...," stopping her. "I have a proposition for you --- why don't I treat you. That is, if you don't mind having breakfast with some of my class mates this morning."

"You see, they have a really good cook, and a good breakfast menu in our buildings' cafeteria. Plus Jacob, will put just about anything together you want. Except, maybe an asparagus omelet" Teasing her about that.

"Bobby..., she says. "You mean in your building? In your cafeteria," she's asking.

"Of course! " In reply. "I can get you in as a visitor. Plus I'm sure Mister Willis can find you a parking spot. That is, if you wear a short split skirt for him this morning." Teasing her.

Where it's a tap on my cheek at the split skirt remark, "Thank you," she says, "I'd like that, and I'll leave the tip too."

"No Catherine," telling her. "Tipping isn't necessary. You've already given me enough gratitude to last me a life time!" Where the kiss I get from what I just said tells me some more about what she feels about me.

"Now stop fooling around with me and get...," With her backing away, stopped in mid sentence? Where now its, "Bob..., just..., get ready so we can get out of here before I start something that will cause both of us to be..., an not just late for breakfast." Then sharply turning around, and heads back into the dressing room once again.

Leaving me to wonder about that, "Stop fooling around with me." What was that? A literal statement? Or what it will lead to, that being late because she still wants to..., "work out?" God, I hope it was the latter!

An now that I'm dressed with nothing more to do except wait for her. When at last she's comes out of the dressing room wearing a gray skirt, and jacket suite, darker gray button down blouse, and contrasting scarf tied almost like a mans' neck tie. Along with that, she's wearing black leather boots.

An first stopping at the bed, she puts her running shoes, along with what she might be wearing to workout, into her bag on top of the plastic bag I've already placed there, Then she's into the bathroom to comb out her hair before tying it up, while I sit on the bed, glancing off and on at my watch, as she's putting on a little make up --- she doesn't really need --- but she's a woman!

Finally, we're out of the bedroom, with her taking the carry-on, as I take one last look around turning out the room lights. Then it's over to the closet to get our coats on, her lap top, and brief case. Where she takes the pair of gray pumps she carried in her hand, and puts them into the briefcase.

Then with me taking her carry-on bag, and briefcase, as she takes her laptop case, it's one last light switch to off before closing the apartment door behind us. Then its down the hall to the elevator to the parking garage with me, and her carry-on bag, trailing behind her.

Then with both of us, and everything else in her car, we're out of the parking space, down the ramps where she stops to insert the key card to raise the gate. Then it's a left turn out to 18th street then a right turn as she rapidly accelerates with the sound from the Porsche throaty exhaust pipes echoing behind us. Which gets me looking at her, "You really like pushing it don't you?"

Where it's just a smile, along with a nodding of her head in agreement, as she easily shifts through the gears. When its noticing how fast we're approaching the next intersection, "Ah, Catherine...," Getting her attention. "Promise me, you won't run any red lights this morning."

Gets her down shifting, at the same time breaking for the one just turning red. Coming to a quick stop, then looking over to me, "I promise, no red light running," she says. "An Bobby I'm sorry, I don't usually do..., like I did last night."

"I was angry..., at myself. So I wasn't exactly thinking straight. As I tried to tell you why last night," she explains.

"Are you thinking straighter this morning," asking her?

Which has her staring back at me a few seconds, "No," she says. "And that's still all your fault --- and stop smirking you shit!"

But it's a car horn beeping behind us reminding her the light has turned green, and she hasn't moved. Then mashing her foot down hard on the gas pedal, we rocket away from that honking car horn behind us.

"Well Catherine, like I told you last night. I seem to have that affect on women." Getting me a, "Go to hell Swaggart!"

My laughing out loud --- the woman kills me.

Pulling up to the parking attendants shack brings Mr Willis out with a, "Good morning Miss Catherine, so very nice seeing you again," He's telling her.

"Good morning Mr. Willis," returning the greeting. "Is there a parking spot available," she ask. "I'll only be here a short time today," she tells him. "My friend here is treating me to breakfast this morning."

"Of course Miss Catherine," Willis in his reply. "There's always a place for your little car." As he leans in to see if Catherine might be wearing one of those thigh revealing skirts. But instead it's seeing me sitting in the passenger seat.

"Oh! Good morning Mister Swaggart," he's saying to me.

"Good morning Mister Willis, staying warm this morning I hope?"

"Oh yes sir..., very warm, and cozy in there," he replies, where he tips his head indicating the little building behind him.

"Miss Catherine...," Willis saying now. "Why don't you park your car in that spot right there." As he points to a parking space in a near by line up of cars. "It will make it easier for you to get out when you're ready to leave," he says.

With that, Catherine pulls ahead a little ways so she can back into the parking space.

"Have you had breakfast this morning? As she's locking the car, He's buying," she's telling him --- looking at me with that drop dead smile.

"Oh yes Miss Catherine," he tells her. "I did have something this morning with the misses, an thank you for asking."

"How about some coffee Mister Willis? My treat." Has him looking at me, "Why thank you Mister Swaggart," he says. "I would enjoy some of that," he replies.

"Okay then, hot coffee it is, and I'll bring it back with me when I walk Catherine back to her car."

"I didn't know you two knew each other," Catherine asking. As we reach the sidewalk.

"Catherine...," As I begin telling her. "We sort of introduced ourselves yesterday as I was returning from a walk. Willis, who just happened to be standing down by the lot entrance as I passed by where I said hello to him. That's when he stopped me to ask if I was the same man with you the other evening. Of course telling him yes I was. Also telling him I worked for the company that owns both the building, and the lot, all those cars are parked in. Where I filled him in on what I do, and what I was in a training class here."

"Miss Catherine sure is a pretty lady," he says.

I think wanting to change the subject

"She certainly is," my acknowledging what he said.

"How is Miss Catherine today," he asked.

"An not really knowing how to answer that, I just teld him, "I believe she's doing alright. But I know she has a very busy day ahead of her."

"I certainly enjoy seeing, and talking to that pretty lady when she comes in with her fancy sports car," he says.

"I know she certainly appreciates you letting her do that when she needs to," telling him..

"Well Mister Swaggart," he says. "I'll let you get back to your class room. An thank you for taking the time to talk with me."

"I thanked him, and hoped he had a nice day, then continued on up the street, and back inside. An that was about it."

"Bobby I'm so sorry for the way I talked to you, and the way I acted yesterday," her apologizing. "It was very wrong treating you like that."

"No Catherine I was wrong in..., "Bobby stop," she interrupts. "Enough! You didn't know, and you still don't know what it is with me, and that couple. So please, let it go for now..., Okay?" It's her telling me in a firm, but nice way.

"What ever you say Catherine." Getting me one of her playful tugs from the arm she has wrapped around mine.

"Okay then, how hungry are you" " asking her. "After last night and this morning..., Bobby, I'm starved," she replies. Then leaning into her, "I like knowing I helped you work up an apatite." Which gets me one of her heart stopping smiles, and a tighter squeeze from her arm wrapped mine.

Holding the door for her as we enter the main entrance, where it's over to the guards desk to get her signed in, and a visitor pass.

"Good morning Amos." At the same time showing my ID. "The lady beside me is Catherine Parker, and she'll be a guest of mine this morning" telling him.

"Good morning Mister Swaggart," Amos replying. Where he doesn't even glance at my ID Card. Then his, "Miss Parker, I'll need to see a picture ID please," asking Catherine.

With that Catherine removes her wallet to get her drivers license, and hands it over to Amos. Who looks at it where he writes her name in the log-in book. Then handing the license back to her as he turns the book around, "Miss Parker, " he says. "Would you please sign your name on the line next to where I printed your name, and the time is...," As he looks at the clock behind him, "0715."

Then handing Catherine a VISITOR labeled clip on ID. "You must have that VISITOR ID displayed at all times," Amos telling her. "And you may not go anywhere in the building without an escort, except into the lady's room."

Where Catherine looks at me, then back to Amos, "That wouldn't be a problem," she says. "He's already seen all that anyway." Which has the three of us laughing, and my guessing this is not going to be a normal morning, and breakfast today.

An from there, its leading her through the elevator lobby, then a short walk to the entrance into the cafeteria, where it's over to pick up our trays, utensils, napkins, before heading over to the food line, which this morning for some reason, is very short.

An with Jacob seeing me next in line, "Good morning Mister Swaggart," he says. "The usual," he ask.

"Good morning Jacob, and yes, that'll be fine." Replying to his question about my usual.. Where Catherine ask, "Whats your usual?"

"It's just a egg, ham, and Jalapeño pepper jack cheese omelet, on rye toast, with a hash brown on the side." In reply to her question.

"But Jacob will serve pretty much what ever you want, within reason when the line is short. But like I said, I don't think asparagus omelets are on the menu."

"Jacob, the lady with me this morning is Catherine Parker, a friend of mine, and she'll be having breakfast with me today," telling him.

Jacob, with his, good morning to her, "An what can I get for you miss." he ask. Where Catherine looks at me, than back to Jacob, "Good morning to you too sir," she tells him. "An ah.., I would like to have an asparagus omelet, with..., a hash brown also," she tells him.

"Very good miss," Jacob tells her. "An would you like anything else in your omelet?"

"Yes," she says. "Some Cheddar cheese would be nice too," her reply.

"Very good miss, I'll have it ready in just a few minutes!" As Jacob turns back to prepare our order.

Looking at her to see the smug look on her pretty face. Where all I can do is roll my eyes, looking at the ceiling as she's affectionately nudging me with her shoulder --- squeezing my arm harder this time.

Soon Jacob returns with our orders where I drop some money into his tip jar before leading Catherine over to the cashier, where its hearing, "Hey Swaggart, over here!"

Where I see John's waving arm that's just stopped in mid wave as he realizes Catherine is standing next to me.

"Catherine...," Turning to her. "I hope you don't mind some extra company with your breakfast? I did mention that might happen!"

Catherine, who was already looking over to where John is standing, "Of course not," she says. "You didn't let him say much the last time we met," she reminds me.

"I'm sorry Catherine, but I just wanted to get to know you without his distraction. John, as much as I like him, can be a pain in the ass with all his questions, especially now that he knows about you. So the rest of my day will be him, asking me, one thing or another about you. But still, John's a smart guy, and we work well together. So..., now you've been warned." Is my advice to her.

"I'll consider myself that," she says, nudging me with her elbow.

After getting my change from the cashier, we make our way to the table where John, who is still standing. An along with John, it's three more of my classmates sitting there with him.

An now my thought, this will be an interesting morning, knowing from past mornings, things can get raunchy, barb throwing, and disgusting, much of it at the same time.

So with a, "Good morning gentleman, and I say that with lots of misgivings." Then turning to Catherine, "The lady beside me is Catherine Parker, a good friend of mine. So please, try not be your usual obnoxious selves this morning!" Throwing the first barb at them.

"You're usually the obnoxious one Swaggart," It's Baines, with his barb.

"OH? An coming from one who knows himself well," my barb back at him. Then turning to Catherine, "You've already met John."

"Hello John, nice to see you again" she says, as she looks to him. "I'm sorry we didn't get to talk much the last time we met."

"Hello Catherine," John replies. "It's nice to see you again too." Then telling her. "That's because Swaggart hustled me out of there pretty fast!"

"That's right John," my jumping in. "I was afraid you would embarrass yourself, like you usually do." Where it's his almost, F-U, but John catches it before it's all the way out. Then setting our trays down, I introduce Catherine to the others.

"The fellow next to John, is Paul Lions, and next to him is Leon Baines, and this guy sitting right here, is Don Wiedman." As Catherine acknowledges each of their hellos with the same.

Then as I'm taking her coat from her, "Is it okay if I place your this over the back of this chair behind you?" Has Catherine looking back to see. "Sure, that's fine," she says. Then helping with her chair as she sits down,

"Catherine, would you like some coffee too," Asking, as I'm taking my jacket off.

"Yes, please," She says, looking back at me in reply.

"Okay, how would like it, the usual?" Not really having to ask.

An straight as can be, "Of course, just just like you," she says. Tall..., hot..., sweet, with lots of cream!" Right in front of every one.

Please..., she didn't say that.

Where I think my ears must have close up because there isn't a sound until the slap of a hand smacking hard, and loud, onto the table top. Followed by uproars of laughter, cat calls, a whistle from one of them. An I have absolutely no come back to what she just said --- and wishing I was somewhere else.