something.
Victor : Ok sounds good. See you in a bit.
I was there in five minutes. I parked in the visitor parking section near building two in Victor’s apartment complex, and made my way over to the lobby. I searched for and found his apartment number and heard the tell-tale buzz. The soft click of the lock releasing moments later proved I was expected. I looked up the flight of stairs and he was there standing at the top, looking gorgeous and yes, very tired. Kind of sad, too, actually. He started to make his way down stairs meeting me halfway. He took my bag from me, and held one of my hands with his as he guided me upstairs. His apartment was just to the right of the stairs in an open breezeway, and the door was open slightly. He let go of my hand, and muttered, “Fuck, the Cat!” as he lunged two steps quickly to the door and peered in.
“You have a cat?” I laughed. He did not strike me as a cat guy.
“Yes, I do. Love that stupid thing, too.” He turned to me with a relieved expression on his face. “She’s on the sofa. Belonged to a friend of mine first, but he did not come back from Iraq.”
“Oh, that was nice of you to take it in. I am sorry about your friend,” I said apologetically giving him a sympathetic smile.
“Don’t worry about it. I have had her for years.” He paused as he placed my bag just inside what must be his bedroom. I saw the cat on the sofa, a beautiful, very fluffy, and monstrous looking long haired white Persian. He then turned back to me. “Well, accept for the six months I lived on base. Anyway, her name is Mrs. C.” He looked up at me mischievously and his eyebrow did that adorable little lift thing.
“Strange name for a cat,” I stated confused as I turned back around from admiring the spacious apartment. The kitchen/dining room/living room area was all open and tastefully, yet simply decorated. As, I turned back towards where he stood it hit me what the C stood for, and then I wrinkled my nose and said,”Oooo, you are so bad!”
He laughed, “Well her name was Cat with a C before I had her, and my roommate’s name is Kat with a K , well Katerina really but everybody calls her Kat for short, so it was getting to be a little confusing, so I changed Cat’s name to Mrs. C. I just made it a little more colorful. A sweet pussy, needs a sweet name,” he joked. He reached down to scratch the cat on the head, and she purred up at him melodiously pushing her head against his hand. “See that, same reaction whenever you please a pussy.” Victor had a way of making everything sound dirty, yet enticing.
I laughed my mood lifting a little. I loved his little jokes and innuendos. He strangely reminded me of my sister. The guy had sex on the brain. Awesome, right? I thought so.
“So, the bedrooms are here and here. ” He pointed to opposite ends of the living room. “This one is mine on the right. I have my own ensuite bathroom. We got a balcony, but it overlooks Del Mabry, so we don’t use it much. But out back is an awesome Olympic sized pool and really big courtyard. We can grill over there and have parties and gatherings.”
“It’s very nice. I wish I had a pool. I love to swim.” I envied people with pools in Florida. I was saving up to have one built.
There was an awkward silence for a moment as he was done pointing out the various features of the apartment. He broke it.
“So, a movie then. I’m sorry, but I am really tired tonight. I had a rough day, and not too much sleep last night, if you know what I mean, but I will make it up to you tomorrow, Monica,” his usually twinkling eyes, just faintly sparkled at the suggestion.
“That’s fine, Victor. I’m okay with just relaxing tonight,” I told him.
“My roommate went out with her girlfriends so we have the place to ourselves for a bit. She probably won’t be back ‘til sometime after two.”
I sat
Victor : Ok sounds good. See you in a bit.
I was there in five minutes. I parked in the visitor parking section near building two in Victor’s apartment complex, and made my way over to the lobby. I searched for and found his apartment number and heard the tell-tale buzz. The soft click of the lock releasing moments later proved I was expected. I looked up the flight of stairs and he was there standing at the top, looking gorgeous and yes, very tired. Kind of sad, too, actually. He started to make his way down stairs meeting me halfway. He took my bag from me, and held one of my hands with his as he guided me upstairs. His apartment was just to the right of the stairs in an open breezeway, and the door was open slightly. He let go of my hand, and muttered, “Fuck, the Cat!” as he lunged two steps quickly to the door and peered in.
“You have a cat?” I laughed. He did not strike me as a cat guy.
“Yes, I do. Love that stupid thing, too.” He turned to me with a relieved expression on his face. “She’s on the sofa. Belonged to a friend of mine first, but he did not come back from Iraq.”
“Oh, that was nice of you to take it in. I am sorry about your friend,” I said apologetically giving him a sympathetic smile.
“Don’t worry about it. I have had her for years.” He paused as he placed my bag just inside what must be his bedroom. I saw the cat on the sofa, a beautiful, very fluffy, and monstrous looking long haired white Persian. He then turned back to me. “Well, accept for the six months I lived on base. Anyway, her name is Mrs. C.” He looked up at me mischievously and his eyebrow did that adorable little lift thing.
“Strange name for a cat,” I stated confused as I turned back around from admiring the spacious apartment. The kitchen/dining room/living room area was all open and tastefully, yet simply decorated. As, I turned back towards where he stood it hit me what the C stood for, and then I wrinkled my nose and said,”Oooo, you are so bad!”
He laughed, “Well her name was Cat with a C before I had her, and my roommate’s name is Kat with a K , well Katerina really but everybody calls her Kat for short, so it was getting to be a little confusing, so I changed Cat’s name to Mrs. C. I just made it a little more colorful. A sweet pussy, needs a sweet name,” he joked. He reached down to scratch the cat on the head, and she purred up at him melodiously pushing her head against his hand. “See that, same reaction whenever you please a pussy.” Victor had a way of making everything sound dirty, yet enticing.
I laughed my mood lifting a little. I loved his little jokes and innuendos. He strangely reminded me of my sister. The guy had sex on the brain. Awesome, right? I thought so.
“So, the bedrooms are here and here. ” He pointed to opposite ends of the living room. “This one is mine on the right. I have my own ensuite bathroom. We got a balcony, but it overlooks Del Mabry, so we don’t use it much. But out back is an awesome Olympic sized pool and really big courtyard. We can grill over there and have parties and gatherings.”
“It’s very nice. I wish I had a pool. I love to swim.” I envied people with pools in Florida. I was saving up to have one built.
There was an awkward silence for a moment as he was done pointing out the various features of the apartment. He broke it.
“So, a movie then. I’m sorry, but I am really tired tonight. I had a rough day, and not too much sleep last night, if you know what I mean, but I will make it up to you tomorrow, Monica,” his usually twinkling eyes, just faintly sparkled at the suggestion.
“That’s fine, Victor. I’m okay with just relaxing tonight,” I told him.
“My roommate went out with her girlfriends so we have the place to ourselves for a bit. She probably won’t be back ‘til sometime after two.”
I sat
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