Saving Kat's Life Pt. 02

"I don't see it, but she has a unique personality for sure." said Kat.

I grabbed my toothbrush and put toothpaste on it. "She's intriguing for sure but, you have my heart, Kat"

Kat moved beside me. "Good answer."

I started to brush my teeth. "Mmumph." I said around my toothbrush. Translated, that meant "You're welcome."

I saw Kat's eyes get wide in the mirror and she looked at me, or more correctly, my back. I saw her bite her lower lip.

I pulled the toothbrush out of my mouth and looked at her reflection in the mirror. I asked a foamy, "What?"

"Oh, Allan. Your back... I'm sorry."

"Huh?" I turned around and tried to look at my back in the mirror. I had several scratches that were down my back on both sides. Some had bled slightly and dried. I looked over at Kat. She had a slightly worried look on her face.

"You mad?" she asked in the meekest voice. She covered her breasts again.

I looked down at her. "Not in the least. I'll wear these with pride." I leaned down and got closer to her worried face. My lips had toothpaste foam over them. "Kiss me..." I said and made lip smacking noises.

She pushed me away with her hand. "You're an idiot and a mess." she laughed.

"Hah!!" I laughed back. "Shows how much you know. I'm not a mess! So there! Who looks like an idiot now?" I raised an eyebrow.

Kat giggled. "You do!"

"Damn right! And don't you forget it."

I turned and finished brushing my teeth. Rinsing and wiping my mouth on my towel, I turned to Kat. "I'll go down and make coffee, unless you want to get some more sleep."

"I've got too much adrenaline in me now." Kat said. "I'll shower and come down when I'm presentable."

"You're beautiful just as you are now." I told her as I moved closer to her again. She looked up at me. I leaned over and put my arms around her. "You're sexy and so pretty. A little bit mysterious, too. I love that about you." I kissed her deeply. She returned my kiss.

We broke the kiss and I added, "You can steal my soul with those green eyes of yours."

"I've got bruises and black eyes. I look like hell. How can you say that?" Kat nuzzled against my chest.

"I say it because it's the truth. You're beautiful and I could honestly lose myself in your eyes. You're enchanting."

Kat looked up at me. "Damn you. You make me want to jump your bones right now."

"Well, with a romantic offer like that..." I trailed off.

"Hah! I'm not that easy buddy. You'll have to work for it."

I leaned down to kiss Kat again. "I'm going to get a crick in my neck if you don't get taller."

"Good things come in small packages or hadn't you heard that?" she quipped.

We kissed a lover's kiss and broke it. "You could wear heels." I suggested.

"Hmmm, I could. You like your women in heels?"

"I'm a red-blooded male. Of course I do! The higher and sluttier the better!"

"Typical!" Kat said and rolled her eyes.

I gave her a quick kiss on her forehead. "I need to get coffee going, oh and get some pants on."

"Oh, don't wear pants on my account." she smirked.

"I'll go down without a shirt, so Angie can see how I rocked your world." I wiggled my back.

"You're evil."

"Nah, I'm just drawn that way." I said quoting Who Framed Roger Rabbit.

She didn't get the reference. I forgot she's only twenty. I pulled my lounge pants on and my shirt. I was just kidding about flaunting the scratches on my back. Kat looked disappointed. I guess she wanted to let Angie know she marked her property.

"I'll get some clothes and use your shower, if you don't mind?" she asked.

"Oh, don't put clothes on for my account." I said, returning her previous comment. She made me feel good. I loved kidding around with her.

"Dork." she mumbled and walked off to her room.

I unplugged my phone off the nightstand and headed downstairs to make coffee and set out some breakfast options. It was a sunny Sunday morning and I opened up the blinds downstairs and checked the A/C temp. I headed into the kitchen and started up the coffee. I set out three mugs, sugar, spoons and half and half.

I left the coffee to brew and headed into the living room. I grabbed the remote and turned on the TV. I dialed up British Premiere League Soccer, mostly for background noise. I'm not a huge fan of it, but it's better than hearing the meat puppets of ESPN drone on and on.

I sat down and pulled out my phone and texted my oldest son Charlie. I wanted to see how he was doing. He was studying to be an architect and was really busy. He was currently interning at a firm. He had said they liked his ideas and were making overtures that he may have a job with them upon graduation.

I also texted him that I guess I had a girlfriend. I'd tell him the details when he called me after reading that. He'd probably have a heart attack when I gave him the rest of the story.

I heard footsteps and I saw Angie come down the stairs. If there was a picture to define "bed hair", she would have been the poster child for it. She wore a Siouxie and the Banshees t-shirt and had little pink panties on. They seemed out of character for her. She looked half asleep and grumpy.

"Good morning sunshine!" I greeted her.

"Good fucking morning..." she glared at me.

"Not a morning person?"

"Ugh." she retorted. She shuffled over onto the couch and plopped herself down.

"Coffee should be ready soon." I informed her.

"Ugh." she groaned.

"Sleep well?"

"Yeah, until I heard my best friend and roomie getting banged."

"Banged? Not really. We made love. Not much banging."

"Whatever." she huffed.

"Sorry we woke you, but I thought you wanted Kat and me to be together."

"Yeah, I do. I did. But..., oh never mind."

"No. Tell me Angie. What's up?" I asked concerned.

"Oh, well shit...I was kind of... jealous." she admitted. "I was hoping you'd take an interest in me."

"But, weren't you the one that said you'd not mess around on Owen?"

"Yeah... but a girl can change her mind, can't she?" she looked at me.

I got out of the recliner and walked over to the sofa and sat down next to Angie. I put my arm around her, and she snuggled into my shoulder.

"I'm sorry that you feel jealous. I didn't mean to make you feel bad." I kissed her forehead.

"Oh, I'm just jealous because it sounded like you gave Kat a great time and she lost her mind." she confessed.

"Well, I guess she did. You should see my back."

Angie leaned away from me and slowly lifted the back of my shirt. "Wow!" she exclaimed. "She did a number on you!"

"Battle scars. Look Angie, I care about you very much. I think you're great and you're a fantastic friend to Kat. I wouldn't want to come between the two of you and your friendship. Plus, you have a relationship with Owen. You yourself, told me that. I wouldn't want to stop you and him, especially when you're young and exploring being in a relationship."

"Damn, you're using logic on me."

"Years of experience. You forget I'm old...older."

"No, you're right." she admitted. "You're old..."

I put my arm around her again and hugged her into my side. She put her arms around me. It was a nice moment.

"Just remember, I'm always up for a threesome." I joked.

I heard her gasp and she pulled away from me, looking me in the eyes.

"I don't know if you're kidding or serious." Angie said.

The coffee maker beeped, and it gave me an escape from an awkward situation.

"Coffee! Saved by the beep!" I said and took Angie's hand. "Let's get some."

We held hands as we stepped into the kitchen. "I'll pour." I told her.

I got a mug and filled her cup. "Sugar and half and half are over there."

"That's okay. I take it black. Like my men." she smiled.

"Surely you can't be serious." I tested.

"Of course, I'm serious. And don't call me Shirley." Angie finished.

"Airplane!" we said in unison and laughed a bit.

"Classic." I said.

I made myself a cup, added sugar and cream. We went back out to the living room and sat on the sofa. There was still a little tension between she and I. I wanted to alleviate that. I wanted to be her friend and not have hard feelings between her and Kat.

I took a sip of the coffee. It was hot and good. "Tell me about yourself, Angie. This has been such a whirlwind of a couple of days, I really don't know much about you."

Angie sipped her coffee then spoke. "Well, I'm 20. I grew up about fifteen miles from here. My dad is a businessman. Mom is a stay at home mom. I have two brothers, older than me. We grew up in a very protective family. I guess that's why I rebelled a bit. First my attitude and then my lifestyle. I'm studying fashion design with Kat at the U."

"Lifestyle? The Goth thing?" I asked.

"Yeah." she took a sip.

"There's an actual lifestyle? I thought you just dressed in black clothes, gathered in groups in cemeteries and listened to dark music?" I asked.

"That's part of it but, I guess there is more. A fascination with dark and morose things. Death, the occult, etc." she explained.

"So, you worship the devil?" I was curious.

"Oh, no. Not at all. Some do, I don't. But I have a fascination for the darker things in this world."

"Like your pink panties?"

"Hey, I am still a girl." she protested.

"Oh, trust me, I've noticed..." I let it hang and took a drink of my coffee.

"Did you get a good look at them?"

"Your panties? Uh... should I have?"

Angie sat back on the sofa and opened her legs a little. Her little pink panties were facing me. "Lean in." she said.

I leaned in and there was the character Hello Kitty giving me the finger, placed over her crotch. She gently put her hand on the back of my head. I knew what she wanted. I'll admit, it was inviting, and I was tempted.

"Hah!" I laughed and leaned back. "Pussy with an attitude. Love it."

Angie gave me a small, disappointed look.

She closed her legs and tucked them in under her. "So, tell me about you." as she sipped from her coffee mug.

"Well, I grew up about 40 miles west from here. I was an only child. Played high school and college football but wasn't good enough to go any farther and didn't get any looks from the pros. I fell in love with news and television. I got a degree in communication and have been working in TV for 30 years. You know I was married to Anne. I have two boys, Charlie and Andrew." I pointed to the pictures on the mantle. "And, that's about it. I'm kind of boring."

"Why are you helping Kat? And why am I here?"

"I don't like seeing women hit, pushed around, bullied and abused. I cover too many incidents where a husband kills his wife or beats her and puts her into the hospital. I told you about my run in with Anne's ex. I don't want to see it happen to Kat. I don't want to see you, Angie, get caught up in it where Dax hurts you to get to Kat. You being roommates puts you in his crosshairs also. If he hurts her, he can hurt you."

"Oh." Angie said.

"Plus, you're her friend and she can use your support."

"You're sweet to think of us." Angie leaned over and kissed my cheek.

"Listen Angie, I find you very attractive. I think you're fantastic. Had fate been different, I could see us together but, I have this...connection with Kat that, I can only describe as familiar. Maybe even comfortable."

I leaned into Angie and kissed her softly on the lips. "Can we be good friends?"

Angie's eye glistened a bit. "I'd really like that." she told me and kissed me softly back.

I smiled at Angie and told her I was glad. I changed the subject and asked if she was hungry.

"Yes!! After your broiled water last night, I'm starving!"

"Smart ass. I was planning on grilling some cereal, If you like?"

Angie grabbed her stomach and asked if there was a breakfast delivery place nearby.

"I am offended." I said in a mock hurt tone. "Just for that, you can fix breakfast for yourself."

"Gladly. That way no one gets food poisoning." she laughed.

"I'm heading upstairs to shower and change. Breakfast options are out. Choose wisely." I told her as I stood up.

"Last Crusade.", Angie said.

"You're good." I told her and headed upstairs.

I grabbed my coffee cup and headed upstairs to my bedroom. The door was closed so, I knocked.

"You decent? Can I come in?"

"Of course, it's your house!" Kat replied.

I opened the door and Kat was there sitting on the edge of my bed. She had showered, her hair was still damp. She was topless and had been putting on ankle boots with a small heel. They looked almost Victorian. Not exactly the high heels that we talked about earlier, but they'd suffice.

"Oh my!! Sir, you've caught me with my shirt off." Kat said in a faux shock voice. She slowly moved her hands up to her breasts covering them and looking coy. She was wearing skin-tight black leggings that had a shine to them like they were wet.

"Oh, pardon me, madam. I'm sorry to have intruded." I covered my eyes with my hand but kept my fingers spread.

Kat dropped her hands and said as she laughed, "Pervert!" Then she asked, "Is that coffee?"

"Yes. Cream and sugar. I can run down and get you some."

Kat stood, her breasts perky and her nipples at attention. She reached for my cup. "I like it this way." and took a sip from my...our coffee mug.

She was a little taller with the boots on, but I still was much taller than she was. I looked down on her. She was beautiful without her makeup. I loved her emerald eyes. They sparkled, even with the bruising. Thankfully that was fading so she wouldn't have to worry about wearing those marks for much longer.

"What?" she asked as she held my mug.

"You're stunning."

She looked down, a little embarrassed. "Thank you, but I'm not."

"Look at me Katherine." I told her.

Kat looked up at me. I exhaled. "Look, I don't know why you have such a bad self-image of yourself. If it was Dax calling you bad names, or a group of girls from school or whatever, but you need to see yourself as you are. You're an incredibly beautiful and attractive young woman."

I put my hands on her shoulders and softly spun her around to look at herself in my dresser mirror. I took the coffee mug from her hands and placed it on my dresser.

"Look at yourself. Tell me what you see?"

"I...I don't know." she looked down.

I pulled her hair back from her face. "Please Katherine. Tell me."

She looked up a took a breath. "I see a misfit. A loser. A girl who doesn't fit in. A loner."

I leaned down and put my arms around her waist, my chin resting on her right shoulder. "Why do you feel like that?"

"Because it's true." she told me. "I dress weird. I don't make friends. Guys look at me and the way I dress and stay away. Plus, my family doesn't like me. I'm a pariah."

"Your family I can't speak for, but damnit Katherine, you are nothing like what you say and especially what you think you feel like.", "You are who you are. I see a young woman who is funny and is very sexy. Her smile lights up any room she is in. I see a woman who has not only an inner beauty but an outer beauty that can't be denied. I see a fun-loving young lady that needs to experience the good in life."

I kissed her neck and looked back at our reflection in the mirror. She was smiling a little and her eyes shimmered with pooling tears. I held her tighter around the waist. "If you can't see what I see, then I'm going to have to work twice as hard to make you realize it."

Kat sobbed a bit and turned to face me while I held her. Her arms came up around my neck and she kissed me passionately. It wasn't a sexual kiss. It was a passionate kiss that was backed by love. "Thank you for saying that." she whispered, our faces just an inch apart.

"It's the truth. The God's honest truth." I told her.

We kissed again and I could feel slow tears flow from her. I broke our kiss and used my thumb to wipe the tears from her eyes. "Please never doubt what a beautiful person you are. That would hurt me more than if you told me you didn't love me."

"I do love you Allan." she whispered.

"I love you too, Katherine" I whispered back.

We kissed again and I had become aroused. She felt my hardness and laughed. "I keep causing that to happen to you."

"And you don't believe me when I tell you what I see in you." I told her.

"You're convincing me." she said as she pressed her body against my erection.

"Oh, Kat. We have time for this later. Right now, I need to shave, and shower and you need to take your piercings out and get a shirt on."

"My piercings? Why?" She cupped her breasts in her hands.

"We have a hospital visit and they're probably going to take X-rays. They'll need to come out."

"Oh, I forgot." she said. Then she looked up. "You can take them out for me."

"I'll give it a try. How do I do it? Like this?". I bent over and took her right nipple in my mouth and sucked on it a bit. Kat drew in air and made a purring noise. I flicked the tip of her nipple with my tongue and then taking it back into my mouth, sucking harder. Kat groaned louder.

I then pulled back and released her nipple from my mouth. "Nope. That didn't work. You'll have to show me." I told her.

"Oh, you're driving me crazy." Kat sighed. "Damn you."

She released my neck and slowly unscrewed one end of the bar and slid it out. It was one of the most erotic things I had ever seen. She screwed the end back on and held it in front of me. "There! Easy. You want to try the other one?"

"Yes, ma'am." I said, feeling chastised.

I reached out and took hold of the bar, slightly pulling it towards me. Kat sucked in her breath again. "Allan.." she warned.

"What? It's like the jar of spaghetti sauce from last night. Hard to open."

"Sure it is..." she snarked.

I slowly unscrewed the ball at the end of the bar and removed it from her left nipple. I leaned forward and sucked that nipple into my mouth quickly, then releasing it.

"Oooh...you're sneaky. And incorrigible."

"Can you blame me? They're so beautiful."

Kat rubbed her bar free nipples and smiled at me. "You'll just need to wait. I've been told that we have a busy day ahead." she told me.

I handed her the other piercing. "I promise tonight we will play. I still owe you an ass worshipping, remember?" I ran my hands over her buttocks and was amazed just how smooth the material was from her leggings and how it hugged her rear. Her bottom was tight, and the leggings accentuated that. And I could feel she wasn't wearing underwear.

"And I thought I was going to have to remind you." Kat teased.

"How could I ever forget you and your ass?"

"Good answer. Now go shave and shower. I'll head downstairs and get breakfast."

"Angie is awake, by the way." I informed Kat.

"Oh goody! I can fill her in about this morning."

"Yeah, you do that..." I told her. "And leave my coffee."

She blew me a kiss as I turned to head into the bathroom. Kat pulled a black t-shirt over her head and headed downstairs.

I looked at myself in the mirror and decided not to shave. A little scruff looks kind of good on me. I was about to turn on the water for the shower, when my phone rang. It was my son, Charlie. I took a deep breath and answered.

"Hello?"

"Dad!?? A girlfriend? What? Who? When?"

"Well, I'm doing fine Charlie, thanks for asking!"

"Dad!! Honestly! A girlfriend?"

"Yes, I think I have a girlfriend."

"You think?"

"Well, we had sex this morning and are kissing a lot."

"STOP! I don't need to hear about when you have sex!" Charlie shouted.

"Her name is Katherine, and she's hrumpfled" I mumbled.

"She's what?"

"She's...20."

"OH MY GOD, DAD!! 20? WHAT ARE YOU THINKING?"

"I'm thinking I'm the luckiest guy on the planet. I'm having sex with a woman and she's 20!"

"Dear Lord. Tell me you're kidding?" he moaned.

"Nope. I'll tell you what. I'll send you a selfie of me and her."