Chapter 5: 5. Not a lick of sense

After we hung around for a while in different spots around the city, with some strangers even giving us a bit of money while giving us a sympathetic look, I managed to just scramble by enough to buy ourselves 50% off bento box. It wasn't much, especially when shared between two people, but it was enough for me.

"I'm sorry I don't have much to offer to you." I said while giving her a worried look, "I'm probably underfeeding you."

"Mm, mmn.." she said while shaking her head and took another bite. I took a moment to appreciate the look of her nibbling away at her half of the portion. I wiped away a little crumb of rice on her cheek and licked it off of my finger, making her shyly look away. It's kind of cute how some small things make her embarrassed while licking my wounds doesn't faze her in the slightest. 

I never would have thought I would be enjoying someone's company once I became homeless. But here I was, with an oddball enjoying a meal while admiring the sunset. I did enjoy my time a lot with her today, being able to wander around with her and getting to know her more. Though at the back of my mind I still wondered if there was something important that had happened yesterday.

But as she ate the rest of the bento box that I gave her, a sudden shift in attitude happens as I felt her lick a crumb of rice off of my face, trying to emulate my previous behavior. The most surprising part to me was how it didn't put me off in any way. It was more the opposite, I enjoyed the sensation of her tongue and her breath on my skin.

Wait, no. I think that's a little messed up. I probably have gotten a bit pent up after all that happened suddenly. It's natural for cats to clean one another, I'm looking too deep into it.

As I gazed toward the inside of the bento box and saw a couple leftover rice flakes, a thought passed my mind. I picked up one of the flakes and planted it on my cheek. Once again, a little more embarrassed this time, she licked it off cleanly.

I could feel her breath grow a little ragged as she closely started to follow where my finger went to. I felt my guilty conscience prick at me a little. That I shouldn't take advantage of the situation, that it's probably some natural instinct that causes her to act weird.

But then there was another side that wanted to see where this would go. Sexual frustration won out against me, and despite feeling weird by doing this, I justified it by saying that it's her choice.

I took another flake of rice, and placed it on my tongue. And the moment I did, she pushed me down and wrapped her tongue around mine in a deep French kiss. I was overwhelmed as I suddenly had all her weight on top of me.

I thought back about the time the old man called us a couple. I didn't think it was actually foreshadowing.

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I couldn't struggle away from her grip, nor did I want to. I enjoyed the feeling of her desperately locking her tongue with mine, the rice flake at this point not even registering in her head anymore. Only after she needed a second to breathe was she willing to stop her relentless assault.

Her eyes looked at me in a daze, a stupor of both satisfaction and desire. However, she looked to be hesitant to do anything else unless I gave her permission. It was the one last chance I had to back off if I wanted to... 

"Do as you like."

But neither of us wanted to quit.

 

 

 

 

 

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