Kita – Chapter 36 – Baby’s Back! – Part 2

Anyway… Kita finishes her tanning session after 10 minutes and comes out. She’s still hung up on Steve and wants to talk about him and why he doesn’t text her enough. Kita is a foolish young girl and I’m really trying to help this naïve child navigate the dating world.

But she’ll make enough mistakes until she finally learns. I think she really has no clue when it comes to dating. She’ll ask me the same questions over and over. She’ll make excuses for these clowns too. Oh, maybe I should text him. Maybe he’s just busy. Should I text him? So don’t text Steve right?

And the list goes on and on. There’s even a woman seated in the waiting area and she can hear all of this conversation I’m having with Kita. She chimes in with some solid advice. Then her husband comes out and even he agrees with me. At one point the woman says: “See? Here’s a woman and two men agreeing on the same subject. Let this guy pursue you.” she says as they’re leaving.

But you know what? The great thing is, I’m just happy to see Kita. I’m happy to help her in any way I can. I’m glad to be near her. To look at her pretty face with those lovely almond eyes. I don’t mind any of her nonsense. Beauty has always been very forgivable for me.

But alas she’s still going crazy that loser Steve isn’t getting back to her. She just can’t get it through her pretty little head that the world doesn’t think like she does. But I’m beginning to realize that when she gets stressed out about these other little twerps some thing changes in her and she comes to me. Because that’s what she does. It’s like a trigger.

“Is anybody in the salon?” (she sighs)

I look at the board. “Just you and me.”

Kita walks out into the hallway to see if anyone’s coming up the steps. She walks back towards the counter… her eyes with that familiar twinkle.

“Do you wanna kiss me, Charles?”

“Since the moment I saw you today, Kita.”

I take her sweet face in my hands and kiss her gently on the lips. They’re so soft and full. I love this strange transformation. I’ve never experienced anything like this with anyone else before that was sober.

She reaches up and puts her hands behind my neck and locks her fingers. I can see what’s she’s doing, as I raise her feet off the floor. Her tan thighs wrap around my waist and she’s hanging on me like a little monkey. I start to walk towards the back of the salon with her on me swirling her busy little tongue around mine. Her mouth more delicious that that apple I devoured earlier. I imagine what it would be like to fuck her in this position. I’m sure it would feel glorious. I take her in the back room and sit her on the sink. We continue to make out and I’m running my hands up and down her soft, supple legs.

Kita’s moaning as I kiss her neck. This feels like a rerun from our last brief encounter. She takes my face in her hands.

“Okay… okay, (she says, beathless) I have to stop. I’m sorry. I don’t know what’s wrong with me, Charles. This keeps happening.”

“Don’t be sorry, Kita. I don’t mind. (I love it!) Maybe it’s a form of OCD that’s triggered by stress.”

“Do you think?”

“I don’t know. But I suppose we should get back up to the counter.”

“Yea.”

 

(Check it out)

https://www.theatlantic.com/health/archive/2013/11/obsessive-thoughts-a-darker-side-of-ocd/281260/

 

I lift all 96 pounds of this little doll off the sink and gently set her back down. As I do, she slides down and the tips of my thumbs graze the bottoms of her firm breasts.

She giggles and takes my hand as we walk back up to the front of the salon.

I try to regain my composure and regulate my breathing. Kita does the same as she steals glances at me like the precocious little girl she is.

“I know you’re leaving for Florida for a month over the break. Is there a day next week where I can see you outside the salon for a lunch or a dinner?”

“Open your calendar.”

(That was easy)

“Hmm… Wednesday. I could do a late lunch next Wednesday. Like 2:00pm. Is that okay?”

“Sure!” (Smiling)

“Oh, and send me a calendar invite like you did last time.”

“Will do, Miss!”

“Okay, I have to go write a paper.” She reaches out and rubs the back of my hand and gives it a couple of reassuring squeezes. “I’ll be back in to see you before our lunch! See ya, Charles.”

And she was gone.

 

Something is definitely going on. Her behavior certainly is odd. Am I a release, revenge, or simply the benefactor of a compulsion?

Well, you can’t rape the willing and I really enjoy her company, beauty, and delicious kisses.

I also like that despite her inexperience she’s organized and punctual. She’ll keep our date.

I better get that calendar invite right out to her!

 

 

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