I Unintentionally Became Her Kitten Chapter 41: (18 ) Morning Time

Note: TLDR at end of chapter again

Alisha had the day off. This ant I was free to spend ti with her for once. No strings attached. I decided that instead of waiting for the night to make a move, I decided to do it in the morning before we went to do anything else.

I thought if we had fun in the morning, then she wouldn’t go to sleep imdiately after and there would be more buffer between sothing that might trigger her and a potential nightmare.

When her alarm went off in the morning she started to go about her morning routine, sitting up and pushing her hair out of her face before getting off the bed.

I tugged the back hem of her shirt a bit as she started to do so and she stopped, looking back at .

“Kippen?” she asked sleepily.

I gave her shirt another tug and did my best to squirm cutely.

She reached over and planted a hand on my head before sliding back into the bed.

She pulled close against her, an arm securely around my waist.

“Alisha,” I murmured when it beca apparent she thought I wanted cuddles. I tugged on her hand to bring it up to my breast.

Her fingers tightened briefly, understanding. She sat up again and rubbed the sleepiness from her eyes.

“We'll have to shower before going anywhere else for the day,” she mumbled.

I nodded. “I know.”

Alisha frequently showered twice a day anyways. In the morning before work and in the evening after work.

She pulled the blankets away from . I sat up as the cold sunk in and reached to pull her closer again, on top of , before pulling at her pajama top. She helped get if off and I was left with a very good view of her breasts. I didn't hesitate to reach for them and heard her gentle intake of breath.

“Would you like to pleasure you?” I asked quietly as I relished the soft feeling in my hand.

Her body shuddered briefly before she nodded.

“You can stay on top if you want,” I told her. “Or I can do oral. Whatever makes you comfortable.”

Her nipples were so cute it was hard to resist putting them in my mouth but I didn't want to move too fast so I kept my hands on them and occasionally ran a finger or two over the different textures.

“You know watching you squirm is the thing I enjoy the most.” She leaned closer and trailed her lips across my cheek.

My heart started pumping harder as she did so and there was a shiver down my side.

“But it's hard for you to get pleasure when you're focused on ,” I managed.

“I think I have a solution for that,” she said and sucked a bit of my neck skin very gently before pulling away and getting off the bed to disappear into the closet, returning with an opaque plastic box.

I sat up as she started to pull things out.

They were mostly vibrators: the sa blue one she’d used on , a smaller pink one, one that looked more like a butt plug that was marbled black and white and a half dozen of dildo-like toys, so with vibrating functionality and others without.

I felt myself blush a little. This was probably the most private thing she possessed.

“I don't know which would be easiest,” she explained.

“I don't want to hurt you,” I said. “If I'm holding it, I an. I won't be able to feel how deep it is.”

She pointed to the largest and most bulbous of the selection. “How about this one then. It's not ant to go in so you’ll just have to keep it in place.”

I nodded and picked it up to find it surprisingly heavy in my hand. The exterior was not silicon like the others but a hard plastic while the head felt rubbery. I turned the switch and the entire thing vibrated with an impressive amount of power.

She cleared the rest off the bed and set them aside before climbing back on top of .

My heart started to beat faster again as she pulled my shirt off and the air started to lick coolly at my flushed skin.

Her hands ran down my sides and pulled the pajama bottoms off. I did my best to lean forward and push at hers until she reached down to assist. I kissed her chest as she moved to get them the rest of the way off. Her skin was always so soft. I ran my hands back up to her hips, enjoying the feeling of that curve under them. The pajamas crumpled sowhere on the floor. She ran a hand down my cheek.

“You really are the sweetest thing,” she said.

I opened my mouth and pulled two of her fingers in. There was a tremor under my palms as she let suck on them for a few seconds, thoroughly saturating them. A strand of saliva stretched between us when she finally pulled them away.

“You want to pleasure you?” I asked and felt around for the vibrator.

“Yes,” she agreed. “If you’re up for it.”

“Always,” I told her. I hefted the weight in my hand and frowned. “How…?”

My legs were spread with her knees planted between us.

“It’s strong enough you just have to keep it over my clit area. It’ll do the rest.”

I nodded and let her guide it between her legs. She used her wet fingers to spread herself and let the head slide between her labia to rest against her clit area there.

I flicked the switch and she shuddered as the vibration started. Her chest heaved with a deep intake of breath. I watched her breasts sway with the movent and reached with a free hand to grope one of them. Always so soft…

She pushed my legs a little further apart and planted a hand next to my head on the pillow to support herself. And then those two fingers I had sucked on earlier slid into my folds.

My vagina flexed wantingly as they approached. My breath caught as her thumb found its place against the top of my clit, a rush of sensation accompanying it.

I swallowed as the two fingers pressed the other way, pushing into my opening and spreading my insides a little. Her breathing shifted and she hesitated, shuddering as the vibrator continued to press against her. There was dampness starting to build on her skin and I could feel her thigh getting warr, her lips more flushed and red. The beating of her heart kept thudding under the soft flesh of her breast.

Her fingers moved inside of , seeking that spot that she had found the last ti. I whimpered a little as every movent of her hand also pressed and rubbed against my clit so my entire groin area was getting pumped full of electricity and the tugging at my insides was starting to take over. I needed to rember to keep the vibrator in place, which was harder to do now that she was starting to tremble against it and I was having a hard ti thinking straight as she found my spot and I squird as the pleasure peaked briefly. My hands clenched and I pulled away from her breast, instead balling a fist up on the sheets.

A moan ca from as I felt my body start to prepare for an orgasm. But I didn’t want this to stop, I didn’t want to be done so soon and–

“Nn.” My toes curled, giving a warning I only had a few seconds before I lost control. Alisha slowed her pace, making a powerful wave wash over . I felt it in every inch of my body but my insides remained wound up.

“I’m not done with you yet,” she hushed. Her breathing was rough, even rather ragged as the vibrator kept doing its job.

I moaned as my vagina flexed around her fingers again, wanting them to resu their pace but she only slowed more, leaving trembling as the pleasure danced in my stomach.

She shuddered again and I felt her fingers curl inside of , pressing harder. The hand next to my head fisted.

“Shit,” she said suddenly and pulled her hand out of , making squirm at the sudden absence. Her body shook as she grabbed the vibrator and pushed it down and away from her before her weight sagged.

I hesitated, stunned.

“Are you okay?” I asked.

She panted, her hand still holding the vibrator against the bed, making the entire bed thrum with the sound. A drop of sweat ran down her neck and then down her breast and a strand of hair slipped over her shoulder to dangle in front of . I switched the vibrator off.

“Sorry, Kitten,” she said and brought her fingers back to my groin.

“It’s okay if–” I was cut off as my body jolted as she slid back into .

“I’m okay,” she said. “I just ca faster than I expected.”

I huffed, unable to answer as she resud her pace. I didn’t realize that was an orgasm. It didn’t take long to return to being a quivering ss, trying not to be too loud but also letting the sounds slip out as the pulling at my insides was getting more intense until I was fully shaking with the effort of keeping it inside of .

I whimpered as my toes curled.

“You’re a good kitten,” Alisha murmured, leaning closer to my ear. “I love you dearly.”

I managed a nod as my body tensed, readying for release.

She quickened her pace as I crossed the line into orgasm and gasped, a loud moan escaping right after.

She kept her pace, pulling her thumb away from my clit at least as the oversensitivity started there much faster than her fingers that were deep in . She soothed with kisses as she slowed, my body relaxing as the waves subsided, and then she pulled her fingers out again, my body shuddering against my will.

Her weight shifted to be next to and we laid side by side for a few mont. My breath and heart rate was slowing and I gradually crept my hand over to hold hers as the rush ebbed away. My body still felt electrified, a strange new kind of afterglow I hadn't felt before. It made want to get up and move even as my body was glad to be limp for a while.

Alisha sat up, slowly, running her clean fingers through her hair briefly so things were back in place before turning her gaze to look at .

She bent over and planted a kiss on my lips before she got up.

“I'm taking a shower, Kitten, if you want to join ,” she explained.

I dragged myself upright, feeling so heavy. Even moving was sending pleasant sensations up through my core. Alisha was in the bathroom already and I got myself to follow her, my steps swaying a little as I did so.

She turned, seeing and gave that smile again.

“You're so cute when you've been satiated,” she teased and reached over to pat my head with her clean hand before scrubbing both clean in the sink.

I started the shower as she did so and checked the temperature.

She pulled close from behind and simply held there.

“Shower,” I mumbled.

“I know,” she said. “I just want to relish this mont a little more.”

I leaned against her, letting her hand fully encircle my waist. The steam started to fog the air and I started to co out of my daze.

“You enjoyed that?” I asked.

“Yes, very much so.”

“We can do it again soti,” I told her.

“I would like that,” she said.

She finally let go and reached her hand into the stall to check the temperature.

“Let's get cleaned up,” she said and stepped inside.

I followed, letting her take the first turn under the main water stream.

Her shower was quite warm and it was a nice feeling to be there with her. Not really sexual but not really platonic either. It was also nice to simply watch her as she ran so shampoo through her hair. She was very gentle with it and only rubbed along her scalp where the roots were still blackish. Beyond that, she only put conditioner in and pulled it through with a wide tooth comb.

I started to scrub my own hair as she twirled hers into a bun and used the comb to tack it in place before she moved on.

“Why do you dye your hair so much?” I asked.

She glanced over, water running readily down her chin before dripping off to her breasts.

“What do you an?” She asked.

“I know you have to maintain it pretty much daily,” I explained

“Yes. The bleach makes it fragile.”

“I know but why go to the effort of making it white?” I asked.

She shrugged and rubbed so facewash over her face before rinsing it off and wiping her eyes clear.

“I like it,” she said. “I don't know. Maybe it's how I express my femininity.”

I nodded.

“I don't need it to be as light as it is. I started getting it bleached since it runs in my family to start getting grey hair early. So when I started to get so I just embraced it and went full white. I could get it dyed any other color but I like it like this.”

“I think it's very pretty,” I agreed.

She patted my shoulder and then reached up to pull the comb free, letting her hair swing down. The sll of her conditioner filled the air as she rinsed it clean.

She was in the process of scrubbing a cucumber-scented shaving foam on her leg when she picked her head up, alert.

“What is it?” I asked.

“I’ll be right back,” she said and pushed the door open to step out.

I heard it then. Her phone rang in the other room, demanding her attention. She never didn’t answer her phone. I had a feeling people knew to only call her if it was urgent. Otherwise everything was texted.

I hurried to finish cleaning myself up as I heard her voice in the other room, speaking calmly but still with force.

She ca back in the bathroom saying, “I’ll be right there,” and hung up. Her phone clunked against the sink counter before she stepped back into the shower with . I stepped out of her way so she could spray the shaving foam off her leg.

“Sothing ca up. I’m sorry Kitten but I have to run.”

“I’ll co with you,” I offered.

“No, it’s not… it’s not pleasant,” she managed.

“I’ll still co,” I said. “I know things can be bad but that doesn’t an you have to handle them alone.”

She sighed. “Fine, but I’ll have to tell you to hang back for part of it.”

I nodded. “I understand.”

She got back out of the shower and I realized I had to hurry if I wanted to keep up.

TLDR: Alisha and the Kitten have sex, but they are pleasuring each other at the sa ti. (Alisha's back on top again.) After finishing they take a shower together just to be disrupted by a phone call requesting Alisha's presence sowhere.