Myka's Tail Ch. 03

I realized that until Jessica showed up that I was not going to get much done due to the images that Kelli had burned into my brain, so I just grabbed a piece of the couch and turned on the TV. I spent perhaps ten minutes flipping channels before there was a knock at the door and I jumped up to open it.

"Hey there," Jessica greeted me while I shouted good byes to Kelli, who admonished us to have fun in return.

"Hiya Jessica," I responded, and I took a minute to look over my date for the evening.

She was dressed in a pair of khaki capris pants with a light yellow sandal, and a yellow spaghetti strap crop top shirt that matched my sundress perfectly. Her long blonde hair had been curled and pulled back into a wide spread ponytail, and her understated makeup completed a look that was both super sexy and super cute at the same time.

"God you look cute," I commented after a moment's hesitation, and I was pleased to see the blush that rose into Jessica's cheeks.

"Thanks! You look great too," she replied as I closed our door and let her lead me down to her car. "And my friends just call me Jess, so you should as well."

"Ok, Jess. So where are we headed?"

"Now that is a secret," she said, and laughed when I unsuccessfully tried to winnow more information by pouting. "You'll see soon enough."

Jessica's car was a peppy little BMW sports sedan, and I was both impressed and a little intimidated riding in it, but I have to admit that it was also fun as hell. We talked about a lot of things while driving, and after the first fifteen minutes or so we had become fast friends. I was also relieved to see that the bond that was forming between Jessica and I was still nothing more than a friendship, though it appeared to be an especially strong bond for such a new relationship.

It was comfortable talking about random stuff with her, and I decided to put out a slight signal with my hand, and when she reached out and took it, practically without thinking, my heart grinned in happiness for her. Jessica opened up to me a bit more about how confused she had been over the last few years, and I could sense the relief in her voice and in her whole demeanor at being able to finally be herself.

It was in that moment that I truly came to understand one of my Neko senses, and what it would require me to do. I was, at this point in time, her mentor. I was her guide to her own psyche, and I felt awed that the power I now had inside had chosen me as its tool.

Eventually we came to a small, far out suburb that was about forty-five minutes away from the city, and I could see that the area was much too crowded for such a tiny town. Jessica got us parked and came over to open my door, and I was happy to let her take the lead on the date, as it was really her show.

"Ok," she exclaimed with childlike excitement. "Here we are."

"So, umm, where's here," I asked right before she grabbed my hand and dragged me off towards what looked like the main street that ran through the heart of the miniature city.

As we rounded the corner onto the larger street my senses were assaulted with the sights, noises and smells of a boisterous street fair at the peak of its busy time. After staring with an open mouth for entirely too long of a time period, I closed my mouth and looked over at Jessica with an ear to ear grin.

"This. Is. Awesome," I cried in delight, and it was my turn to drag Jess into the mass of people and tents that lined the thoroughfare. "I haven't been to a street fair for, I don't know, three years maybe."

"Well, I figured that since it was a first date situation it needed to be simple but fun. And I haven't been to one in a while either."

"Well, you got it spot on," I replied, and I took both of her hands so that I could talk to her for a few moments. "Remember this. Chances are that some of the people that you go out with will not be in your same social circle."

Jessica remained silent and just nodded in understanding as I continued.

"Taking someone who you are trying to get to know out for sushi and drinks on the Roof Top downtown is might be too intimidating for a first run. Just let things unfold at a slow pace, and save the swank and dazzle for a really special occasion, like a birthday or a some month's together celebration. Get to know them, and let them get to know you, and everything else will fall into place."

"God it is so good to hear you say that," she exclaimed with relief. "I wanted to keep this low key because we aren't actually dating, but I was worried how I should handle the subject of my family's money. This felt like the best option."

"Once you know someone then it won't matter how much money either of you have or don't have. It will just be about yourselves. Enough of that, however. Come on!"

I pulled Jess behind me until she caught on, and then we moved through the various stalls and crowds together. It was a blast taking in all of the arts and crafts, the myriad booths that offered one snack or another, and we both made sure to stop for a few trinkets that we could give to our friends. The rapid cooling of the afternoon air also made the crowded fair much more pleasant, and we continued to talk, laugh, and discover each other as night began coming on.

We decided to have a bit of fun and got in line at the face painting booth, and as we waited we argued over what design would look best on the other person. Some ideas were nothing but jokes that made us break down in uncontrolled mirth, while others were just outside of our taste. It did not take long for us to get to the front of the line, and as the couple in front of us finished up another woman came and relieved the current painter of duty so that she could go on her break. After this new arrival got herself situated she motioned for both of us to come and take a seat.

"Ok girls, you are here for face painting, yes," she asked in a slightly foreign accent, and we both nodded in the affirmative. It seemed an odd question considering we were in the face painting line.

"Umm, I think I would like..." Jess began, but was immediately interrupted by the new artist.

"Shhh," the older woman interrupted. "Just let me put what will look best on your face, ok?"

Jess and I looked at each other and broke out in laughter as she gave a whatever shrug and turned to allow our face artist to get to work. The whole process was rather mesmerizing, and I sat with my hands in my lap, watching until it was my turn. Her hands were a blur and it was fascinating to watch the rapid switch between the air and the regular brush, along with the ever increasing stack of colors that she had used. Jess' face seemed to take hours to finish, but was probably only a few minutes in reality, and after our artist set down her tools she turned Jess by the chin to inspect her work, after which she left a gentle kiss on Jess' forehead.

Then she turned to me and gave my face a gentle caress as she stared into my eyes, and I sensed a wisdom in her that I had not felt before. Then she picked up her tools again and got to work on my face. Again she moved so fast that it was difficult to keep track of her hands, and for a brief moment I thought I could sense a power behind her work that almost made me shiver. Within minutes, however, she was setting her tools down again and she gave my face the same inspection that she had given Jess, and then cupped my face with both hands before kissing me in the same manner. Then she spoke to me in a whisper, and her words chilled my blood.

"When the time comes, little one, remember to control this. Do not let it control you," and after she spoke she gave me one last kiss before turning back to the crowd to call for the next customer.

She did not let us pay her and shooed us away when we tried leaving money in her tip jar. She even managed to somehow keep both Jess and I from sticking around long enough to ask her just who the hell she was. Jess just shrugged again, apparently deciding it was not worth it to push the issue, and turned to me to find out where I wanted to go next, and as she did we both let out surprised gasps.

"Oh my god," I breathed as I reached out to brush my finger along her cheek.

I was stunned at the intricacy of the artwork that the woman had crafted on Jess' face, and I pulled her to one of the small mirrors so she could see it too, eliciting a gasp of surprise from her. Her face had become a mural with images of butterflies and small birds winging their way through a colorful line of flowers that ran from the middle of her neck, up her cheek and ear, and which thinned out and appeared to enter her hairline on the opposite side of her forehead. The whole thing was highlighted with deep blue and silver metallic accents and the finishing touch was the glowing silvery mist that wound its way through the entire piece. In truth, it was one of the most beautiful things that I had ever seen.

Jess seemed to think so as well as she stared into the mirror for long minutes, wanting but never daring to touch the delicate image. She finally turned to me and I couldn't help but grin as her face broke out into a smile bright enough to cause sunburn.

"I don't ever want to wash this off," she gushed, and I laughed in amusement at the wonder she was showing. "You, however. You look damned fierce. A total bad ass Amazon cat girl."

It was my turn to be dragged in front of the mirror and my mouth fell open at the sight of my own face. Jess was right. I was fierce. My face art wasn't a picture or a mural, rather it was 3 blood red slashes that ran down from hairline to jawline. They were outlined in black and had a kind of scintillating fade effect that left them quite dark at the top, but much lighter at the bottom. Running horizontally across my eyes was a kind of thin black stripe that gave the whole thing a mask like effect that brought out the brightness of my eyes.

"I... I don't even know what to say," I whispered still admiring the wondrous beauty that was Jess' face. "We're going to make a hell of a pair the rest of the evening."

We just stared at each other for a second or two after my comment before breaking out into laughter. Whoever she was, the lady who had done our faces made sure that we would have a memorable time.

"Well," I said after we finally had ourselves under control. "Let's go get something to eat. I am starving."

"I thought you'd never ask," Jess replied, and it was her turn to drag me along as we left the face painting booth.

She led us to a small side building just off the main street that served barbecue, and my mouth was watering before we had even opened the door. It was one of those mom and pop type places, and we grabbed seats where we could due to the large crowd. Dinner was both fun and delicious, and we finished off the meal with some of the best honey scones that I have ever had.

Later we decided to stop at a stage to listen to some of the live local music that was playing, and eventually the beat pulled us out into the open area to dance. We stayed there for an hour or two, enjoying fast songs, slow songs, and the conversation during the few times we stopped to rest. Jess was becoming more and more comfortable holding me in her arms as we danced and I gave a mental fist pump that I was getting her to unwind.

It was a while later that Jess led me away from the main part of the fair, and she mentioned that we still had one more stop to make that evening. I was curious, and it was her plan after all, so I gladly followed her further down the street, away from all of the excitement. She finally pulled me into a small theater that was playing a series of indie short films, and we spent another couple of hours enjoying the artistic visions presented to us. Some of the films were really good, but not all of them, and we took the opportunity to talk quietly during the less interesting ones.

Eventually our date had run its course, as all good things do, and we walked hand in hand back to her car to head home. There was some talk on the ride home, but mostly Jess and I were content to just hold hands in silence as the white and yellow lines of the road passed by in their endless flow. Her sigh of contentment as we pulled into my apartment lot made me happy, and I hoped that she would be able to use our practice date as a springboard to find someone she truly loved.

I laid my head on her shoulder as she walked me to my door, still holding hands, and I could sense that our friendship bond had solidified into a thick bright cord that, interestingly, included Kelli too. I was really glad about this because I sensed that somehow Jess really needed some friends that understood her troubles. When we finally got up to the door I turned to her and made sure to grab her gaze.

"Ok Jess, now you know what to do. You know what you want to feel. So get yourself out there and date up a storm until you find her, and if after a while it's not her, you can find a different her. And one day you will realize that whatever it is that she and you have together is permanent, and then you quit looking."

"I don't even know where to start looking, though."

"Listen," I replied. "Kelli and I got lucky, but luck only goes so far. We did some research after New Year, and there are a lot of groups that get together to deal with LGBT issues, plan events, and pretty much just be a community with some points of commonality. Start there. Get involved. Go to events. Pay attention, and be patient. And don't go into it just looking to hook up. That was the advice I read and was all that we heard from the chat boards that we talked to."

"Alright then," Jess breathed with a slight sigh as she hunched her shoulders. "I guess I just have to get to work."

"Yep. And once you do, one of these nights a date will probably end like this," I whispered to her as I went up on my toes and cupped her face and drew her lips to mine.

As kisses go, it probably didn't rate in the top fifty, but that was mainly because I knew that what we had was nothing more than a friendship. I did my best to make sure that the soft press of my slightly moist lips to hers was both extraordinarily chaste, and supremely sexy all at the same time. Jess' slight moan as we finally parted let me know that, for her at least, this kiss was probably somewhere in the top ten.

"Good night Jess, and thanks," I said, and turned around to open my door as she made her way back to her car.

"Hey Myka," Jess called out as I was turning my door handle, and I looked back over my shoulder at her. "Don't run my brother too ragged tonight."

I stared at her canary eating grin for a moment before we both burst out in giggles for the last time that night, and then I turned back into my apartment and closed the door behind me. I took a moment to just think, and I felt that whatever power I had inside that pushed me to go out with Jess tonight was satisfied with the results. Mission accomplished.

As I stood there, just inside our door, I began to be aware of an ever so gentle assault on my super sensitive nose. I could smell the sweet and cloying scent of vanilla, mixed with just a hint of cinnamon, and I realized that Kelli must have put out her favorite candles for Paul. And just below the powerful scents of the candles I detected two odors that almost instantly had my pussy weeping. The stronger of the two was the musky sweet smell that was indicative of Kelli, her arousal and her flowing lubrication. God, I was drooling now too. And mixed in right alongside, was a sharp earthy smell that could only be Paul.

I was practically trembling as I bent over to untie my sandals, and I left them by the chair that I had just set my bag on. Once free of my shoes, I made silent prowling movements down the hall towards our bedroom where my prizes waited, and I left my dress and panties on the floor where I had shed them as I walked. I could feel the tickle of my flowing juices as they ran down my thighs, and I paused to see that I was nearly gushing because I had become so turned on. I pushed the door open and padded forward on the balls of my feet so that I made no sound entering our bedroom, and I was barely able to suppress a desire laden gasp when I saw them laying there.

The dim light of the still flickering candles cast a soft but deliciously warm glow over the bed, and I could make out the bodies of Kelli and Paul laying there together. Kelli had left her stockings on, and the effect of the candle light on the sheer black material nearly hypnotized me. Their breathing told me that they were in a light sleep, and from freshness of the mingled scents I guessed that they had finished whatever it was they were doing, perhaps twenty minutes before. Paul's semi-flaccid cock had fallen onto his thigh, and I could just make out a touch of glistening moisture that remained on the surface.

I licked my lips with an animalistic hunger, and I could feel the more instinctual side of me pushing me forward. In reality, my inner Neko needn't have bothered because nothing was going to come between me and this treat. I stalked forward on silent feet and made the slowest of movements as I mounted the bed, making sure I caused as little shifting as possible. It was only a few minutes of patience, but it paid off as I finally snaked my greedy tongue over Paul's manhood and tasted the combined flavors of him and Kelli. I was also rewarded with a somewhat sleepy groan as his thigh twitched in response to my lick, and I continued my expert tongue lashing with relentless fervor.

Up and down Paul's flavorful shaft, then a breath or two on his balls, over and over again. That was my pattern until the once soft cock had woken up to pay attention. I pulled Paul fully into my mouth as soon as I could get my lips around his now swollen head, and within moments I had him buried completely in my mouth. I looked up and noticed that Kelli was now awake and she was staring at me with her hand trying to hide a grin, and I winked at her because I was feeling extra naughty right before I began to purr.

Paul was pulled out of sleep almost instantly after my mouth started vibrating around his shaft, and if Kelli had not been there to hold onto him he probably would have fallen out of bed.

"Myka? Oh dear god... Unnnnhhh! Myka," Paul groaned, because now I was bobbing gently up and down his re-slicked shaft as I continued my rumbling purr. I finished with his cock about a minute later and allowed it to pull free of my mouth with an audible pop.

"Hi Paul," I said with a cheeky grin. "Didja miss me?"

"I swear that the two of you together will probably kill me," he replied while I continued to stroke his throbbing shaft, making him twitch every now and again.

"Hey, we'll make sure you survive the night. And if not, we'll give you a decent burial," Kelli answered him before turning back to me. "And sweetie, your face! Oh my god, you look like a Neko war goddess personified. I am so hot right now."

"I'm glad that I still have that effect on you baby, but this goddess is going to take the offered sacrifice that she is due," I quipped, as I moved up to straddle Paul's cock and reached back behind me to guide it home. "But I think that we should be merciful to our poor sacrifice. How about having this goddess' high priestess cover the victim's face so that he does not have to bear witness to his own sacrifice?"

Kelli giggled at my little attempt at roleplay and moved quickly to straddle Paul's face, and slowly lowered her puffy labia towards his waiting mouth. I, in the meantime, adjusted the angle of his pulsing dick and once it was aimed true I allowed myself to slide back and I sighed with pleasure as he filled me up. Once Paul was fully sheathed in my channel I started out by slowly grinding my hips in a circular motion that had both of us groaning out our mutual pleasure, and Kelli reached out and placed her hands on my shoulders so that she could steady herself.