Katelyn's Saturday

((This is loosely canon for Harem House, and might change, as I've outlined some of the stuff that happens in the last part of this extra scene but haven't written it yet. This takes place after chapter 24. So read that first! )) 

Katelyn woke face down on her bed, her head beside her pillow. The blanket half-covered her; the robe she'd worn to bed had come off with all her tossing and turning. Her right arm was trapped beneath her, numb. Her left hand was beside her face. She blinked slowly as sensation prickled the bones in her arm.

She was skinny, and her body didn’t weigh much, but the relief when she rolled onto her back was enormous. She groaned as pins and needles flooded her forearm, and she swung her feet over the side of the bed to the floor. She stood and grimaced at herself in the mirror hanging on her closed closet door.

Katelyn was tall at 5’10” and starting to show muscle lines from all the volleyball, but she was still nowhere near her roommate’s physique. Her small B-cup breasts were bare. Her ribbed torso narrowed toward her waist and flared slightly at her hips. Her white pink-trimmed panties stretched over her bony hips. She turned, frowning at her reflection’s lack of ass. She had one, but it was still too small. She wanted Kelly’s ass, but it eluded her no matter how hard she worked for it.

Her limbs were long, and she had only begun to outgrow her gangly teenage phase even though she was now in her twenties. Her brunette hair wasn’t anything special. Thin, long, straight, and boring. Her eyes were red and puffy. The tear stains on her pillow and mattress were barely noticeable. She’d slept through most of the morning already.

She didn’t bother getting dressed. Kelly would be at her boyfriend’s all weekend. Their apartment was Katelyn’s until late Sunday. She glanced at the sling on the floor, squatted down to retrieve it, and pulled the sling on. Her formerly dislocated shoulder soothed at the familiar position, and she stretched her neck.

She padded to the kitchen, her stomach protesting the absence of food with almost-verbal enmity. The living room was a mess. Pieces of popcorn were everywhere. An overturned bowl by the sofa was still covering some. The throw pillows were everywhere but the couch, and a chair by the dining room table was on its side.

Katelyn put the chair upright on her route to the kitchen. She stared at the food in the fridge for ten long seconds before she realized she should make a choice. She pulled out the milk.

She got a bowl from the cabinet, pulled the cereal from the top of the fridge, and poured herself a bowl of Honey Nut Cheerios. The cheery little bee mocked her frown with its smile. She turned the box so it wasn’t facing her and poured the milk.

She padded to the sofa, prodded the bowl on the floor out of her way with her foot, and sat.

She bent forward, resting the bowl on the coffee table before her, and ate.

The silence in the apartment was lonely. Katelyn was the only source of noise. She chewed. She stirred her cereal. She slurped once or twice by accident. She set the spoon down in the empty bowl and let it clank as she sat back against the cushions.

She stared at the blank television, looking at her dark reflection in the dim room. She wanted to cry, but no tears were left behind her eyes.

Kat would never forgive her.

Kat shouldn’t forgive her.

Her best friend these last two years had every right to disown her, and she knew it.

She hadn’t thought about it at the time. Arthur was just a hot guy. He was there. He was someone everyone wanted to fuck, and he was a guy, so obviously he was cool with fucking everyone or anyone.

They’d called their relationship open. Kat wasn’t Arthur’s only girlfriend. She shared him with her sister, Selene, which was fucked up. She shared him with Katelyn’s roommate, Kelly, too. Kelly always fell head over heels for her crushes. Kelly deserved a man who would make her his whole world.

Then there were the others: Mindy and Rani. Katelyn didn’t know them as well, but they seemed like hot sluts. Not in an insulting way, but in a literal one. They were two hot women, beautiful and exotic to Katelyn, and they both enjoyed sex.

Katelyn hadn’t realized sex was something to enjoy until Sean.

Sean, her cheating bastard of an ex-boyfriend. He was hot, blonde, and intelligent. He was going to be an engineer soon. Katelyn’s plans for the future revolved around supporting him in that endeavor. Her future had been tethered to him. Then he’d cheated.

Now, she felt like the future she used to see so clearly before was muddled and dark. Her reflection on the television screen was shades of black.

Sean was the only point of reference Katelyn had for sex. She knew of other things, obviously, but her family didn’t discuss sex. The kids at school told tall tales, fiction meant to impress, but everyone knew they were full of shit. Sean had wanted things Katelyn didn’t know how to give. She’d done her best to make him happy, but apparently, she wasn’t enough, and now her future was obliterated. She had to forge a new future for herself.

“What do I want?” Katelyn asked aloud. She almost expected her reflection to answer her, but it didn’t. The answer used to be Sean, but Sean wasn’t what she wanted. Not anymore.

Now that the silence was broken, it was less stifling to speak.

“I should get dressed.” She told herself, but her reflection made no move to rise from the sofa.

“I should go to a party or something.” She told her reflection. “It’s homecoming. Everyone’s partying today. I could tailgate hop or something. I’m sure there are some drunk, hot guys I could meet. I could fuck somebody. Get over Sean. Get over Kat. Get over Arthur…”

Her reflection frowned back at her.

“That was the plan for last night, after all, right?” She asked her reflection. “Though you had backup then. Going it alone might be…” She let the sentence trail off. She knew going it alone was stupid.

“You’re such a bitch.”

“You deserve this.”

“You don’t even know what you want.”

“Maybe I should do some homework.”

The statements went unanswered, unencouraged, and mirrored by her reflection. She was talking to it. It talked back. The echo chamber was silent when she was, and she made no move to get up from the sofa.

Finally, a noise broke the silence. She didn’t make it. Her phone did.

She looked around, spotting it between the couch cushions. She leaned over herself and plucked it from its doom. Her battery was low, but with 25%, she had plenty to read the text notification.

Kelly: Kat told me what happened. Are you okay?

Katelyn sighed and turned her phone over.

Kelly: If I don’t hear from you in an hour, I’m ditching my plans and coming home.

Katelyn read the text and stared at it. Kelly’s plans, aka fucking Arthur all day or going to the homecoming game with him and his other girlfriends. Their group date. Their whole Poly thing would undoubtedly pull more attention than the game.

Katelyn texted back dutifully.

Katty: I’m fine.

Kelly: I don’t believe you.

Katty: What are you even doing texting me right now? Aren’t you on a group date?

Kelly: We’re hanging out with some friends, playing carnival games.

Katty: Have fun.

Kelly: I need to know you won’t do anything drastic.

Katty: I just need to be alone.

Kelly: I understand. But I need to know how you’re doing. Send me status updates?

Katty: Okay Momma.

Kelly sent her a heart emoji, and Katelyn returned it in a perfunctory fugue.

Kelly: So… how are you doing?

Katty: I had breakfast.

Kelly: Good.

Kelly: Turn on some Taylor Swift and get a shower. You can use my Vinyls if you want.

Katelyn looked over her shoulder to the small table against the wall behind her. The media player had a vinyl record player on top, but Katelyn hadn’t used it before. Kelly enjoyed her vinyl records, though. She had them in her room and often played them when she was in clean-the-apartment mode, homework mode, cooking mode, or just generic get-shit-done mode.

Katty: Thanks Momma.

Kelly sent her another heart emoji, and Katelyn returned it once more. That ended the conversation, as far as Katelyn could tell. She sighed.

She sat silently for a few more minutes, then started Spotify on her phone. The music started, and Em Beihold’s Too Precious pumped through the apartment from the tiny but surprisingly fierce speaker.

She plugged her phone in and started cleaning.

Getting the living room presentable took her a dozen songs or so. The following few songs were drowned out as she vacuumed. She emptied the vacuum in the kitchen trash and bopped along to the next song without realizing it. She was still naked except for her panties and sling, but she was alone, and her breasts were small enough that going braless wasn’t painful. It didn’t really matter.

Dishes were done, the living room was presentable, and she felt better.

She took Kelly’s advice and got a shower. She brought her phone into the bathroom with her. She stopped when she reached for her robe and realized it wasn’t there. It was in the bedroom. She went into her bedroom and gathered it up from the floor. She shoved it in the washer and re-ran the load from last night. Her and Kat’s clothes from the bar were inside and likely needed a second wash anyway.

She would have to see Kat eventually. Kat would have to forgive her. That was all there was to it.

Kelly wasn’t even mad about Katelyn making a pass at Arthur. They’d… worked it out. Kelly and Arthur had even used it for some of their roleplay or whatever.

Kelly spent the night at Arthur’s. Katelyn could only imagine some of the things they did, knowing what they’d done here. She hadn’t used the wooden spoon since but knew what she heard through the door. Kelly had taken her punishment for trying to take Arthur’s towel. Arthur had spanked her with it.

Katelyn knew some people did that. Some people were into it. She’d never considered it before. Spanks weren’t a thing in her history. They were something that happened to other people. Sean might have swatted her butt once or twice, but she didn’t have much of an ass to hit.

She examined it in the mirror after she slid off her panties. It was pert, but small. Everything but her height was small. Her legs were long, and short skirts looked terrific on her, but she could get away with them because she had no fucking ass.

She stepped out of her panties and started the water in the tub. She turned the water to scalding hot and plugged the tub. She threw in some bubble bath and let it fill up as she sat on the closed toilet and watched the water rise.

She turned off the tub, took off her sling, and slid down carefully into the water. Her head rested against the cushion they’d put on the back of the tub for their baths.

Kelly also liked to relax with a nice soak in the tub occasionally. They cleaned it more often than anything else in the apartment, and that's saying something. Kelly was a neat freak.

Katelyn was less so, but she liked things tidy, and she enjoyed the heat soaking into her shoulder and collarbone.

Her back loosened.

Her thighs relaxed.

Her arms sank.

She closed her eyes and let her mind wander.

She wondered what it felt like to be spanked by a man. She wondered if Kelly enjoyed laying naked over Arthur’s lap, his chiseled arm holding her down as he paddled her perfect ass until it was red.

She pictured herself in that same scenario. She wondered how many strikes it would take until her ass was red. How many would it take until she cried? What would that scenario even look like? How were tears sexy?

She wondered what it might have been like if that scenario had played out differently.

What if Kelly hadn’t let her leave after she’d apologized to Arthur? What if she’d made Katelyn stay? What if she’d told Arthur to spank Katelyn for what she’d done or tried to do?

She imagined Arthur would be surprised but aroused by the idea. His cock stirred, and Katelyn’s whole body blushed at the thought of being forced to strip for her spanking.

“Strip her.” Arthur commanded.

Kelly looked surprised but nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

Katelyn tried to jolt away, but Kelly grabbed her wrist and pulled her toward Arthur. Arthur held her hands in front of her as Kelly moved behind Katelyn and pulled her shorts and panties down. Then they changed places. Kelly had her hands and looked her in the eye as Arthur started talking again.

“Do you know why you’re about to be punished, little girl?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, Daddy.” Katelyn said.

“Tell me.”

“Because I tried to take your towel away.” Katelyn answered.

“Because you tried to fuck me.” Arthur corrected her. “Isn’t that right?”

Katelyn looked alarmed, looking directly into Kelly’s eyes to see a flare of anger, but something else. Something as hot as fury but without hatred. Lust.

“Yes.” Katelyn answered. “I would have.”

“Yes, what?” Arthur asked.

“Yes, Daddy?” Katelyn asked.

“Yes.” Arthur responded. “That is what you’ll call me.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Katelyn answered.

“Now.” Arthur stepped toward her and turned her head away from Kelly, so she looked directly into his eyes as he spoke. “I want you to know that I’m not angry.” He looked calm, but he sounded angry. Or… was it something else?

“You’re not?” Katelyn asked.

“I’m not.” Arthur assured her. “It’s only natural. And maybe we will, one day. Wanting to fuck me is not why you’re in trouble. It’s trying to push the issue after I said no.” He explained. “Do you understand that?”

Katelyn nodded as much as she could with his grip on her face. “Yes, Daddy.”

“From now on, you won’t push. When I say no, I mean no. Understand?” Arthur asked.

“I understand, Daddy.” Katelyn said. Her eyes turned toward Kelly, but Kelly was watching Arthur’s face. There was desire there, and to her shame, Katelyn felt the warmth between her legs bloom.

“When we’re done here, you’ll write ‘No means no’ one hundred times.” Arthur said.

Katelyn nodded as much as she could. She didn’t protest. She knew she deserved the punishment, and she would write it. A hundred times would likely fill a sheet of notebook paper, but it was necessary.

“I’m going to spank you now.” Arthur told her. “I’m going to put you over my knee, and I’m going to spank you until I feel you’ve learned your lesson. Do you know why?”

Katelyn shook her head as much as she could.

“To teach you.” Arthur told her. “And to help you let go of your guilt.” He said. “When it hurts, when you feel it burn, that’s the guilt and embarrassment leaving your body.”

Katelyn’s expression failed to suggest she believed it, but she wanted to.

“Each time, you’re going to say thank you.” He told her. “You’ll thank me for teaching you, and you’ll repeat the lesson.”

“How many times?” Katelyn asked.

“As many as I feel necessary.” Arthur answered.

“Okay.” Katelyn locked eyes with Kelly when Arthur released her face.

Kelly smiled softly at her. “You can do this.”

Katelyn nodded. Arthur moved out of sight, stepping behind her and lifting her shirt.

In the tub, Katelyn stood up and faced the wall. She spread her legs a little and leaned forward; her arm didn’t have to do much to support her. She held herself steady and reached behind her with her good one.

Arthur raised his hand back and landed a blow on her cheek.

Katelyn’s ass burned with the slap from her hand, flat and forceful against her cheek. She closed her eyes as the sting pushed through her, dissipating with the heat from the bath water.

“Thank you for teaching me, Daddy. No means no.” She recited.

The second, third, and fourth slaps grew in intensity. Each strike was more brutal than the last until Katelyn stuttered forward. She closed her eyes, letting her arm fall, and slid her hand between her legs as her bare front pushed against the tile wall.

The fifth spank was the hardest yet. “Thank you for teaching me, Daddy. No means no.”

The sixth pulled back a little. Tears formed in the corner of Katelyn’s eyes.

“It’s okay.” Arthur told her. “You can cry if you need to. We’ve got you. You’re safe here.”

The spanking continued. Katelyn was crying by the tenth strike but still reciting her gratitude for every blow as the burn in her cheeks spread. Katelyn’s ass wasn’t the only body part aching with heat by then. She felt herself probing her fingers gently against her lower lips.

“Bad girl.” Arthur growled in her ear. “You don’t deserve to pleasure yourself, baby girl. This is a punishment. Playtime comes later.”

Katelyn’s legs tensed. She pulled her hand away from herself and left it on her thigh.

“If you’re a very good girl, I’ll let you suck my cock while Momma makes us breakfast.” Arthur told her. “I know how much you love having something in your mouth all the time. I’ve noticed that oral fixation of yours.”

“Fuck.” Katelyn moaned, still not touching herself. “Please, Daddy…”

“Language.” Arthur growled. “Potty mouths get punished.”

The spanking continued.

Eventually, Katelyn felt like she would burst. Her ass was red, painful to the touch, but she kept spanking. She kept slapping her ass even after her hand stung, and her tears were all cried out. She had nothing left when she sank back into the tub and let the warm, not hot, water caress her sore skin.

“Good girl.” Arthur told her.

Time passed.

Katelyn opened her eyes. She was alone in the bath. The water was cold, but it felt good on her backside. Eventually, she stood, unplugged the tub, and started the shower.

She took a deep breath and shook her head. Katelyn couldn’t explain it, but… she felt better. Washing her hair and body, she stood beneath the spray and let it wash the suds away. She stood there until the water turned cold.

Katelyn turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, taking her towel and drying off. She took a deep breath and started drying her hair.

By the time she finished her makeup and hair, she was ready to face the day. Or what was left of it? She checked her phone to see if she had a message. She did, but it wasn’t from Kelly or Kat.

Unknown: Hey, I hope you’re feeling better.

Katelyn looked at her phone for a moment, then ignored the message. She messaged Kelly.

Katty: I took a bath and showered and feel a little better.

Kelly: Good! Get some more food in you, and drink more water.

Katty: lol.

She didn’t laugh but couldn’t help but want to when she read Kelly’s text. Kelly was always taking care of her. Katelyn didn’t call her Momma for nothing.

Kelly: Seriously hon.

Katty: I know. I will. I promise.

Kelly sent her a heart, and Katelyn returned it. Then she went into her bedroom.

Her bed was warm and comfortable, especially with the blanket wrapping over her in its soft embrace. She imagined Arthur’s arms wrapped around her, stiff with muscles encased in soft and smooth skin. She imagined a Saturday morning with him and Kelly.

Gorgeous, naked Kelly with her apron on for cooking and nothing else but a pair of heels. The proper wife she always wanted to be. Kelly cooked breakfast in the kitchen.

Arthur sat on the sofa and watched television. He wore nothing but had a blanket over his legs and spread out beside him.

“Daddy?” Katelyn asked softly as she approached.

“Yes, baby girl?” Arthur asked, turning to see Katelyn coming toward him.

She wore her white spaghetti strap tank top. Its tight, thin fabric became transparent as it stretched over her tiny breasts. Her puffy pink nipples were poking through it, and there was a small wet spot already staining her frilly pink panties.

“Was I a good girl earlier?” Katelyn asked as she sat next to him on the sofa.

Arthur gave her a half-smile, slightly distracted by the television.

“Daddy?” She asked.

Arthur gave her his full attention.

“I took my spanking like a good girl, right, Daddy?” Katelyn asked.

Arthur nodded. “Yes, you were a very good girl.” He stroked his thumb across her cheek as he cupped her face, and she nuzzled into it.

“Does that mean I get a treat?” She asked.

Arthur laughed and lifted the blanket slightly, pushing it down his thighs to reveal his hardening dick.

“What kind of treat did you have in mind?” Arthur asked. His voice was teasing, and Katelyn blushed when she realized she’d been staring at the bulge beneath the fleece blanket.

“Can I suck your cock while we watch cartoons, Daddy?” Katelyn asked.

“Hmm…” Arthur considered her request. He looked away from her and turned his gaze toward Kelly. “What do you think?” He asked Kelly. “Has Katty been a good girl?”

Kelly smiled from the kitchen. “You did promise her, if she was good, you’d let her play.” She reminded him. “Breakfast will still take a while, so you two should have some playtime.”

Arthur looked back at Katelyn. He smiled. “You heard Momma.”

Katelyn gave a happy pounce and laid on the sofa beside Arthur. He reclined back. She rested her head on his abs and stroked his dick with her left hand gripping as much of it as she could around the base and pumping slowly and gently.

She took the tip past her lips, stretching her mouth over it so her tongue could play with his cockhead as she sucked and stroked. She was happy, comfortable, safe, and cared for. This was where she belonged, in Daddy’s lap, making him happy.

Arthur let her play. She was sucking so slowly and gently she was almost doing nothing but keeping his cock warm and making him feel good. A slow, relaxed blowjob was the perfect Saturday morning experience. He changed the television to Netflix and put on the cartoon he knew she liked, the remake of She-Ra.

Arthur reached across her body and started playing with her as she played with him, matching her gentle speed. His fingers were thick against her puffy pussy lips, but she was slick and opened quickly for him. He kept his palm against her, and the warmth of his hand wandered from her thighs to her pelvis, to her pussy.

He hooked his middle finger into her slowly, and she lost track of the show as the base of his finger swirled her hooded clit, bringing it out to play as the tip of his finger spread her lips apart and pressed against her tight hole.

Katelyn popped off his cock for a moment. “Mmmm. Thank you Daddy.”

“You’re welcome, baby girl.” Arthur assured her, and she returned to playing with his cock.

They remained like that for the rest of the show. Katelyn sucked and played gently with Daddy’s cock. Every time she curled her tongue around his cock head or stroked him with her hand, she felt him stir with pleasure. The transaction brought her peace and comfort; she’d never felt more at ease. His hand between her legs also edged her closer to orgasm with every stroke, echoing the pleasure she gave him on herself.

“Breakfast is almost done.” Kelly announced from the kitchen. “Katty, can you set the table?”

Katty groaned in annoyance, her mouth not leaving Daddy’s cock.

“Go on.” Arthur patted her head with the hand not busy fingering her. “You heard Momma.”

“I want my treat!” Katelyn protested.

Arthur laughed. “You want me to give you your treat?”

“Yes! Please, Daddy?” Katelyn begged.

Arthur nodded and pushed her head down his cock. She gagged against him as he entered her throat, but that only increased his pleasure. She gargled as he face fucked her for a few strokes, his hand between her legs pitching up in equal intensity and pushing her over the edge into orgasm.

She moaned in pleasure against the cock in her throat, and Arthur erupted. He pumped the first load into her throat, and she swallowed as he let her head rise up. The rest went into her mouth like she wanted, and she enjoyed her tasty treat in post-orgasmic bliss. She felt weak but happy.

Daddy let her stay there for a few seconds more, her head in his lap, his cock covering her eyes as she savored his cum. Finally, she swallowed the last of her treat and showed Daddy her empty mouth.

“Good girl.” He stroked her scalp gently and played with her nipples. “Now go set the table. We’ll play more later.”

“Yes, Daddy.” Katelyn said as she sat up. “Thank you, Daddy.”

Arthur gave her ass a playful swat as she walked in front of him to set the table, and she giggled, smiling as she entered the dining room.

Katelyn, in her bed, opened her eyes. Her hand was soaked with juices, and her orgasm had been intense. She stared up at the ceiling and sighed. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” She asked. It’d been hot, sure, but she knew calling someone Daddy was fucked up. She’d called Sean that once, and he’d been so weirded out she’d never tried dirty talk again. There was no way Arthur would be into that, and Katerine would never let her near Arthur again anyway, so it didn’t matter.

Her phone buzzed again.

Unknown: This is Terry, btw. We met last night at the bar? Your friend said to give you some time, but I thought you might be interested in hanging out at homecoming? Or a party later?

Katelyn rolled her eyes. Rani was to blame for this. She texted a quick response.

Katelyn: Thanks, but can I get a rain check? I’m still recovering from last night.

Terry: Is your arm okay? Are you still in a lot of pain?

Katelyn: I’m still in a lot of shame, more like. I’m so embarrassed about how drunk I got last night, lol.

Terry: Hey, it happens. If it helps, my most embarrassing drunk story is way worse.

Katelyn: Lol. What’s your most embarrassing drunk story?

Terry: It’s too long to type. Why don’t we get together for dinner tonight, and I can tell you the tale?

Katelyn sat up.

Katelyn: Wow. That was smooth AF.

Terry: It’s only smooth if it works.

Katelyn sighed and looked around. What the fuck would she even wear? Should she even see this guy again? He was cute and admittedly charming in text. Plus, he was big and safe. Cuddly like a teddy bear, but strong enough to make her feel safe in the time they’d spent together.

Then again, she didn’t know him. She’d never seen him lose his temper or even be annoyed. She’d only seen him when he’d asked Kat out, been told no, took the rejection like a gentleman, which was a point in his favor, and then she’d gone after him.

Rani must have given him her number after Katelyn told her not to, which wasn’t Terry’s fault. He’d seen her last night at her worst and still texted her to ask her out? Did he like what he saw in her?

Katelyn looked at her reflection again. She didn’t see whatever Terry saw.

Katelyn: Where did you have in mind for dinner?

Terry: What’s your favorite restaurant?

Katelyn had to think about it. If she chose her favorite place, he’d make fun of her. It wasn’t a particularly fancy restaurant or a good date night spot. It was just a chain she’d frequented with her family, and she liked their food.

Katelyn: What’s yours?

Terry: Well, for a date, a few local joints are pretty nice.

Katelyn didn’t want him to think she was a gold digger. She wasn’t after anyone for their money, and she didn’t want him to spend a lot of money on a date with her because that would make her feel like she owed him something…

She enjoyed gifts and loved attention, but what she wanted was something like in her fantasy: a comfortable, pleasurable exchange of affection.

Katelyn: What was your favorite restaurant growing up?

Terry sent a raised eyebrow emoji.

Terry: You mean like Chuck-E-Cheese or something?

Katelyn: lol. Was that your favorite?

Terry: They had arcade games!

Katelyn: Do you want to go to Dave and Buster's?

Terry: No, that’s far too loud for a first date. What was your favorite restaurant growing up?

Katelyn: Friendly’s.

Terry: omg, I forgot about Friendly’s. Let’s do that.

Katelyn: Really?

Terry: Yeah. I like ice cream. Who doesn’t like ice cream?

Katelyn: Lactose intolerant people, vegans, people who prefer soup.

Terry: Are you lactose intolerant?

Katelyn: lol. No.

Terry: Are you vegan?

Katelyn: Also no.

Terry: Do you, like an insane person, prefer soup to ice cream?

Katelyn: lol. No, I like ice cream.

Terry: Then Friendly’s it is. I can pick you up after the game?

Katelyn: I can meet you there.

Terry: Even better. I’ll message you when the game ends and head right there.

Katelyn: Cool. See you then.

Terry: Cool.

Katelyn laughed. Was she a teenager going on her first date? No. She was in her twenties, texting a guy who would probably look ridiculous holding an ice cream cone in his massive hand. So why was she excited to go to a restaurant her little brother loved because they had the best crayons? She couldn’t answer. She thought their crayon selection was sub-par.

Of course, it was a date and a first date at that. That meant being on her best, adult, behavior. No coloring like she would if it was just her and Kelly or her and Kat. No licking the glass the sundae came in. She’d probably order a small cup of ice cream with dinner and stick to water. She needed to hydrate anyway.

She looked at herself again in the mirror. She imagined sitting across the table from Arthur and Kelly, smiling at her while she doodled with her crayons. Kat, sitting next to Katelyn, was being a brat for attention and being rude to the waitress. Everyone at the table knew she’d get a spanking when they got home.

“Fuck.” Kat groaned and sat on the bed. “What the fuck is wrong with me?” She put her head in her hands. “Get over it, Katelyn.” She said snappishly. “Arthur hates you. Kat hates you. Kelly should hate you, but she’s too fuckin’ motherly.”

She looked in her mirror again. “Terry likes you for some reason.” She sighed. “This will be fun.” She told her reflection as if trying to convince it. “This will be fun.”

Kat started sifting through her clothes for something to wear. She wanted something nice, obviously, but not too nice because they were going to Friendly’s, not Francesco’s. The outfit had to be casual but cute. Not too cute. She didn’t want people to think Terry was there on a date with his daughter or something. If she put her hair in pigtails, she’d look too young. A ponytail? Too casual. She left it down, brushed it out, and spread it behind her shoulders.

She was meeting him there, mostly because she didn’t want him to assume that sex was on the table, and if the date went poorly, she wanted to be able to leave without an awkward ride home. Plus, she didn’t actually know Terry. There was no reason to get in his car.

Still, sex was a possibility if things went well. Katelyn could follow him back to his place. Coming back here was out of the question. So her outfit had to communicate that sex was a possibility, right? Her legs were definitely her best asset. Showing them off meant either wearing shorts or a skirt. She’d worn shorts last night, so a skirt was probably the way to go. Something sexy but not slutty.

She pulled clothes from her closet and tossed them onto her bed. The act made her remember the laundry, so she switched it over before continuing. She hung the robe to dry and flipped through her clothes until she decided on a combo of what to wear.

The white tennis skirt was shorter than she’d initially intended, but the built-in shorts made it safe, while the pleats and shortness made it sexy. She went a little nicer than usual for underwear, just in case. A lacy pink b-cup bralette with matching lacy panties. For a top, she went casual. She had a slightly oversized cropped sweater. Its long sleeves were baggy, and its neckline was modest. It showed off her second-best feature a little, baring a few inches of stomach above the high waistline of the skirt.

White ankle socks and white tennis shoes completed the ensemble, and Katelyn was happy with it. She left the other clothes on her bed and headed to the living room. She had hours to wait. Katelyn thought about driving to campus and meeting him there, but that would seem too eager. So she waited for his text and watched some cartoons.

Legend of Korra wasn’t as good as the original series, but nothing was. Continuation often led to the downfall of perfection, though nothing quite so sabotaged itself as adaptation. There was a reason no one tried to adapt those examples of perfection in whatever medium they’d supplied it. It was rare for the movie version to improve the source material, though Katelyn had seen it happen.

She loved How To Train Your Dragon as a book series, but she had to admit the movies were better, and the adaptations changed almost everything.

Unfortunately, that was the only example she could summon.

Still, watching the Avatar and her friends take on evil and triumph in twenty-six minutes or less was fun.

She watched a few episodes and then switched over to watch something a little more light-hearted, landing on Ultimate Spider-Man. As a kid, she’d watched the series and got into the Marvel movies like everyone else.

She was still watching when her phone rang, and it startled her. Who was calling her? She checked the ID and almost froze.

Kat.

Katerine was calling her. Something had to be wrong, right? That was the only reason Kat would call her. And everyone else on the planet that Katerine might call Selene, Arthur, Kelly, Rani, and that other girl must be unavailable.

Or… maybe she was calling to make up?

Katelyn stared at her phone so long she almost missed her opportunity to answer, but she did. She pressed the button and robotically brought the phone to her ear.

“Hello?” Katelyn asked.

“Hey, Kat.” Katerine’s voice sounded sad. “It’s Kat. Can we talk?”

“Sure.” Katelyn said.

“Can we talk face to face?” Katerine asked.

“Right now?” Katelyn asked, confused. “Aren’t you on a date?”

“Yeah.” Katerine said. “Not right now, but maybe tomorrow morning? Before brunch?”

“Oh.” Katelyn sounded surprised because she was. Kat wasn’t a morning person any more than Katelyn, which meant having a super heavy conversation before they’d even gotten started. Was that a good idea? Then again, if they didn’t talk, brunch and touring the house they were supposed to be moving into together would be awkward.

“If you’d rather I skip brunch tomorrow, I can.” Katerine assured her.

“No, no. That’s okay.” Katelyn said, summoning her strength. “I want to talk. We need to talk. I’m… Kat, I’m so sorry for what I did. I don’t-”

“I know.” Kat said. “We’ll talk. I want you, me, and Kelly to sit down and talk. Maybe Rani, too, if you’re okay with that. And Arthur?”

Katelyn laughed through the tears that had started to sting her eyes. “Why not just invite everyone?”

“Well…” Kat hesitated. “If you want to, we’re all hanging out after the game. We’re going to a hotel Arthur booked for a… private party.”

Katelyn’s brow furrowed. “Are you inviting me to…”

“To talk.” Kat clarified. “Just talk. If you want.”

Katelyn didn’t know what happened to make Katerine change her mind. When she’d left the night before, she seemed so adamant that she wanted Katelyn out of her life for good. Now, it sounded like she was willing to invite her to Arthur’s hotel room?

“To just talk?” Katelyn clarified.

Kat sighed on the other end of the phone. “We need to talk before anything else. I… I overreacted. I got jealous and protective, and… can we talk about this face to face rather than over the phone?”

“Sure.” Katelyn agreed immediately. “You want me to meet you at the hotel?”

Katerine’s voice was momentarily muffled like she was talking to someone beside her with her hand over the microphone. Then she spoke clearly once more. “No. I want to talk to you, just you and me first.” Katerine said. “Can I swing by after the game?”

“Sure.” Katelyn said immediately.

“Okay.” Kat said. “I’ll see you then.”

“See you then. Bye Kitty Kat.” Katelyn tried to use their private nickname, hoping Kat would return the endearment, but Kat ended the call before she could finish the phrase.

Katelyn sighed and flipped through her phone for a second.

Katelyn: Hey, I’m really sorry about this, but I have to bail on tonight. Rain check?

Terry: Sure. Is everything okay?

Katelyn: I’m just in more pain than I thought I was. I wouldn’t make terrific company tonight.

Terry: Oh, okay. I hope you feel better. Would Friday work for you?

Katelyn: Sure. Let’s do that.

Terry: OK. Feel better!

Katelyn didn’t respond, but she threw her phone in her purse and chewed on her nails as she waited for the clock to tick by while watching cartoons. All she had to do now was wait for Kat to show up.