Despite growing up together, Catherine Simmons and Mattis Reed were never close.
Cat was inseparable from Mattis' younger sister, Chloé, while he was busy running around on the football field.
But when Cat's new dream drags her across the country du...
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Cat is on her back in my bed, only a tank top and a pair of panties covering her body.
God, it's a sight to see.
Her hands are entwined in my hair as I kiss my way down her torso, stopping to suck lightly on her hip bone.
We've been back in New York for about two weeks, and much of that time has been spent horizontally. I think we're making up for lost time. I've gotten a lot more clingy after going an entire break, barely able to touch her while she pranced around in skimpy outfits.
She's breathing heavily, tugging on my hair as I kiss across her stomach. I grin into her skin, knowing she's getting impatient. My horny girl.
I run my hand up the soft skin of her inner thigh, spreading her legs out a bit, so I can comfortably settle between them. I snap the elastic of her underwear, and she jolts. My mouth descends, hovering just above her covered pussy, my hot breath hitting her pubic mound. And then her phone rings.
Cat groans in annoyance as I pull back, leaning up on my elbows. "Are you going to get that?"
"No."
I lift an eyebrow, unimpressed by her defiance. The call killed the moment, and the faster she gets it out of the way, the quicker I can go back to edging her.
"Kittycat..." I coax her.
She scrunches her nose, grabbing blindly for the phone on the bedside table. She sticks her tongue out just as she accepts the call. "Cockblocker," she says in lieu of a greeting.
"Ew, Butthead, I did not need to know that!" My sister's voice wails over the line. It doesn't matter that she's not on speaker. She's always been a bit loud.
"Then you should pick a better time," my girlfriend grumbles, a displeased set to her mouth. She gets so crabby when she's deprived of orgasms.
Chloé mumbles something, only the words 'hump' and 'bunnies' clear enough for me to pick up on. I make eye contact with Cat, grinning smugly.
"Well..." she drags out the word, blinking at me while my sister makes gagging noises through the phone.
"Hi, Coco," I call as Cat puts Chloé on speaker and rests the phone on her stomach.
I can feel her gaze lingering on me, but I keep my eyes firmly on the phone, fighting the warmth creeping up my neck. I haven't used Chloé's family nickname in years, but after the Christmas break, it finally feels appropriate again. That doesn't mean I'm not a little self-conscious.
I rest my chin on Cat's lap, drawing patterns across her knee.
"Do not try to sweet talk me, Matty, like I don't know what your hands are doing to my best friend."
My eyes flicker to Cat's, a wicked grin tugging at my lips. "Actually, right now, my hands have nothing to do with-"
"Lalalala!" Chloé's loud, out-of-tune singing cuts me off, and Cat flicks me on the forehead with a reprimanding look, even as she tries not to snicker.
