Chapter Three – A Good Samaritan

Chris let the keys drop into the dish beside the door, and closed the door behind him. The jingling brought Jonathan into the foyer, with the waft of simmering tomato sauce and basil following his path. 

Jon looked at the large calligraphy decorated lingerie bag Chris had put down to take off his jacket. “Well, geez Chris. You shouldn’t have.” He chuckled to himself, and grinned mischievously. “I hope you got my size right.”

“Cute, smart ass.” Chris sighed and picked up the bag, only to drop it on the oversized coffee table as he collapsed onto the leather sofa. The large cushions gave way to his weight, and he felt sucked in, and comforted. Just as if he had found a burrow to hide in, he decided he would never again move for fear that the world could get weirder than it had in the last week. 

“JC, dude. You’ve already got a new girlfriend to buy that shit for?” Jon took a slip from the wooden spoon cradling the steaming sauce. He smiled and mentally patted himself on the back. “Damn, bro. You move fast.”

“Not new and not old. Actually, I haven’t got a clue what she is.” Chris was replaying the changing room incident over and over again, trying to wrap his head around what Cate was up to. What her plan was, and how everything was going to turn out. Would they get back together? Are they even really broken up? Just what the hell is going on?

The weekend passed in relative silence. Jon had gone north for a skiing getaway with yet another of his part time girlfriends, and Chris continued to leave unanswered voicemails and emails on Cate’s machines between Pay Per View movies and pizzas. He even got up the courage to drop by the condo on Sunday afternoon, but would not use his keys to enter the apartment. It was still off limits to him, emotionally and physically.

By Tuesday afternoon, he had decided during another status meeting with his research team that he would go to his usual squash game with Harry, and then drop by the apartment after and wait for her. 

Chris rushed through his shower, barely paying attention to the fact that Harry had been congratulating himself on his extraordinary thrashing of Chris on the court that afternoon. He didn’t even wait for Harry to finish dressing, and was already through the doors to the club, and out on the streets of downtown. He pulled his jacket collar up, and riffled through his coat pocket for gloves. 

“S’cuse me, sir. Could you spare some change for something to eat? With a little help, I could get a pair of pants, or a jacket. It’s fucking shit ass cold out here.” He glanced at the figure of the youthful street person, in a grey hooded sweatshirt, obviously concealing several other layers of shirts and sweaters underneath. The bundled upper body gave way to proportionally smaller legs in tights, multi coloured striped leg warmers, and worn through old sneakers. 

Chris was a good two feet taller, and with the hood covering the beggars face he wasn’t able to tell if the transient was fresh to the streets or a lifer. He always felt more sincerely for the new ones, but the old jaded squeegee kids made it all seem like a lifestyle choice and he chose not to support them out of principle. 

“Come on, man. How about for some food at least? Anything. Please! I don’t do drugs and I’m not gonna buy alcohol or anything. Shit. I just need to get warmed up for a bit.” Chris was starting to discern the voice as feminine, and as she fidgeted in some sort of two step dance, he could tell she was nervously checking out the surroundings for other people that may be around them. Chris wondered if she was scoping him out, and preparing to mug him with some concealed weapon which seemed plausible since she hadn’t removed her hands from the pockets of her sweatshirt at all.

“What the fuck? Are you mute or something? Jesus. Fucking suits. You’re all the same.” As the girl turned to leave, something clicked in Chris and he took a step to stop her putting a hand on her shoulder and pulling her back. 

“Cate?” he said. The other hand reaching up to pull her hood back from her face.

“What the fuck, dude?? What the hell do you think you’re doing? Get your fucking hands off me!” Cate stood there before him, angry as hell and looking like a rabid dog. 

Just then, Harry stepped out of the glass doors of the club and came upon the odd pair. Immediately, he worried for Chris’ safety seeing the punk girl glaring at his friend and colleague. 

“Christopher. What do we have here? Are you alright? Do you know this, this person?” Harry looked the filthy girl up and down, and thought she could make a decent attempt at attractiveness if she weren’t such a defensive looking thing. 

“Uh, yeah Harry. Just fine.” Chris couldn’t believe that Harry didn’t recognize the woman he had dined with on so many occasions. Chris pieced together various bits of information, and decided that not only was Cate obviously suffering from a mental breakdown but that if anyone was to find out about this it would all lead back to that night and he would be ruined. He had to get her out of there, now. “She’s just looking for somewhere warm to stay. It’s a cold one today.”

“I see. There is a women’s shelter over on Carlton, you know. It’s only a 25 minute walk, I’d say.” Harry felt a tinge of pride, in doing his good deed for the day. 

“Actually, I think I’d like to take her myself. Make sure she gets in all right.” Chris smiled nervously at Harry, and then looked back at the smirking Catelynn who had no doubt planned yet another embarrassing situation for him to deal with. “Would that be okay with you, Miss?”

Cate grinned, and popped a large bubble gum that had partially frozen on contact with the wind chilled air. “Yeah, fine dude. Whatever.”

Chris nodded at Harry, issued a polite See You Next Week and with a delicate touch to the small of her back, directed Cate towards his car just as the valet driver dropped it off. He stepped in front to open the door for her out of pure habit, and she giggled. ‘Such a gentleman.” 

When they arrived at their old apartment, the doorman tipped his hat and said Good Evening only to Chris. Catelynn winked at him as she walked two steps behind Chris. They didn’t speak in the elevator, and when they reached the apartment door there was a long, awkward pause. Chris waited for her to find her keys and open the door, but Catelynn just stood there looking at him, with a What? expression. 

“Uhm, do you want me to come in with you?” he asked the question because he really had no idea what her answer would be. There was nothing predictable about her anymore. 

“Dude, it’s your place. Do whatever you want.” She popped another bubble from her gum, and slouched against the wall looking up and down the hallway. “Nice place, though.”

Chris took out his key chain and with a small sense of relief he slipped a key he had been longing to use, into its rightful home. When he walked in, he felt a wave of joy overcome him. For the last week and half, he had worried that she would have redecorated, or thrown out his stuff, or something. His worst fear was that she would do something that would obviously state that he was forever locked out of her life. 

“I can make us some tea and we can, uh… talk about things. Finally.” He took his jacket off and laid it over the gym bag and briefcase that he put down by the door, and emptied his pockets out of habit. He felt that old feeling of comfort, in such a common series of events. 

“Sure. You can fuck me for $100.” The words came out as if she had said Sure, with sugar please.

Chris choked on the air he just inhaled, and turned around. He searched her face for some slight slip of this new character she was assuming, but she just stood there slouching, popping her gum and aimlessly looking around their apartment like it was the first time she had been there.

“Excuse me?” Chris moved back towards her, well aware that this was another scheme. Was she trying to tell him something? Was she making a point? 

“$100 straight, $150 half and half and $300 for a Pretty Woman.” She stopped fondling the top of the sculpture by the couch, and began to remove the layers beginning with the grey sweatshirt. 

Chris was reeling, and tried to pick between being insulted, offended and curious as to what a Pretty Woman was. 

“Cate, I just want to talk. We need to talk.” He took her hand and guided her to the couch. As he moved to sit down, he took her with him. 

“Whatever. $50 for the talking. Just tell me what you want me to say. Do you like it super dirty, or romantic or what?” Catelynn started to caress his thigh, moving in circles closer and closer to his already growing hard on. 

Chris wanted to fend her off and actually talk about what had been going on since that night, but he could already feel himself becoming excited by this new scenario and her pawing hands were distracting him from rationality. He decided he needed to find a way to break the moment, while playing along with her. She proved she was far too clever to not get what she was after.

“Hmm.. well, I’ll have to think about it.” He pushed her hands away from his bulging pants and looked into those devious eyes. “In the meantime, I’ll make us something to eat and you can have a nice hot shower. Would you like that?” 

Catelynn grinned, and backed off. “Perfect.” She jumped up and made a straight path to their bedroom, discarding a couple layers of clothing in her wake. She threw the last few layers onto the chair beside the desk. 

Chris quietly made his way into the kitchen and began to sort through the fridge with no real interest in finding anything. He loved to cook, but all he could think about was how to get her to talk to him. He had no interest in experiment with spices and ingredients tonight. 

By this time, Catelynn was standing before the giant mirror in the master bathroom, as the steam from the shower filled the room. Before her image was completely masked by the condensation, she let her fingers and hands run across her belly, over her thighs and down over the humps of her ass cheeks. Her left hand continued to move around her lower body until she found her bare mound, and her fingers slipped under the hood. Meanwhile, her right hand had moved north and was cupping her breast. Her index finger and thumb pinching her nipple as she felt the electric sparks shoot up her spine. 

She moved into the shower, and continued pleasuring herself. The hot water sparking sensations over all over her body, while her fingers delved into her cunt. The water was splashing all over her breast as she cupped and squeezed it feeling the grip of flesh on flesh heighten her already sensitive nipples. Despite knowing how wet she was, the water was diluting her juices and she couldn’t maintain traction on her clit as she feverishly pinched and rubbed. 

Chris walked into the bedroom, and started through the bathroom door. He had come to tell her he could order sushi or pizza, or Italian. He would order whatever she wanted. He didn’t manage to tell her anything, because he found himself unable to speak. Instead, he stood there watching the most erotic thing he had ever seen. He moved closer and through the steam and mist, he made out the shape of her curvy body. She stood in the oversized shower, with one leg lifted and resting on the built in seat. Her right hand was propped against the glass door, and the condensation trickled down from the imprint. As Chris watched this, he was startled by a bang of her hand against the glass and her groaning. He shifted to the right, and peered through the first impression left by her hand on the glass, and could see into the shower clearly. 

Catelynn was riding three of her fingers madly, while she held the shower head to her crotch. Chris realized that since the water wasn’t spraying everywhere, that she had turned the nozzle to a straight stream and was it shooting hot, hard water at her clit like a vibrator. The leg she was using to stand on was taking all her weight, but her knee was bent slightly like a shock absorber as she continued to bounce up and down. Her hips swaying as she moved in circles around the pounding water. Cate released small gasps and moans, and every so often threw her head back and called out ‘Oh my god’. 

Chris didn’t know how much time had passed, but he had slipped his right hand into his pants and was furiously stroking himself to the same rhythm that she was riding the shower head. But before he was ready, he saw Cate’s leg straighten and her back arch. Her face contorted into that beautiful mix of pain and pleasure that she would get when she was having an orgasm. Her ass muscles clenched, and her stomach contracted while the hand on the glass pressed so hard it pushed the door wide open, knocking Chris to the floor. 

His ass hit the tile floor, and he fell back words with his hand still gripping his throbbing dick.  

“You fucking cheater. You owe me $50.” Cate caught her breath, turned off the shower and wrung out her hair. She stepped out of the shower, and over Chris whose hard on was raging and he when he attempted to find his own release, she stepped on his hand pressing it into his pelvic bone. “Uh, I don’t think so. You didn’t pay for that yet.”

He was about to protest when the doorbell rang.

Catelynn was already in the closet, and found a silk robe with Chinese embroidery to slip on. She watched Chris manage to get to his feet, and delicately settle his diminishing erection back into his pants. He zipped himself up, and left the bedroom to move down the hallway with Catelynn trailing behind him. 

“I hope you don’t mind. I invited a friend over. She needs a warm place to stay too.” Cate was grinning, and the front flap of her robe was barely covering her glistening camel toe. 
Confused, Chris looked over his shoulder at her and caught a glimpse of her pubic area just as the knocking started again. He opened the door and found a slim, young and semi-tired looking woman standing there in frayed jean mini skirt, black leather boots that slouched just below the knee, and a bomber jacket with the fur lined trim. Her black shiny hair was poker straight and was draping down her large chest, in multiple layers. 

“Hi. Can I come in?” The strange girl said. Her lips were juicy and glossed with something that Chris could barely make out as a faint scent of something sweet or sugary. She didn’t wait for him to answer, but just brushed on by him. 

“Hi, sweetie.” Catelynn moved forward and wrapped her arms around the girl’s tiny waist. From behind her, Chris found she had an incredibly luscious ass that accentuated curves in all the right places. He watched the girl reach up and push her hood back to reveal a light chocolate skinned beauty with long, slim eyes. Her exotic beauty, matched against Cate’s porcelain skin was a sight any artistic photographer would long to capture. 

“Hey, baby. Nice digs.” The girl slipped her hand behind Cate’s neck, and pulled Catelynn’s head to hers. Chris watched their mouths part slightly, and their eyes close. Cate tipped her forehead away from him, and the girl tipped hers in the opposite direction letting the tips of their noses brush against each other. Their small pink tongues slipped past their supple lips and met just as their mouths locked. Chris saw the stretch of Catelynn’s neck as they began to kiss more deeply. He couldn’t believe what he was witnessing in what was once his own home.

They had been making out for five minutes, when they finally broke for air. Catelynn wiped her mouth, and almost as if she had forgotten something turned to speak to their paralysed host.

“Oh.. uh.. this is Brandy. Brandy, this is-” she stopped short and laughed a little. “I’m sorry – what’s your name?” Chris stood stunned, and managed to think of the only thing he could do at that moment. He extended his hand towards the new guest. 

“I.. uh, am Chris. Christopher. Uh, Chris is fine.” 

“Well, Uh Chris Is Fine.. it’s very nice to meet you.” The words almost oozed from her lips, and she took Chris’ hand in her right hand to shake it as manners around the world dictate but her other hand slide down past the waist of his pants and grabbed onto his manhood. Chris was pretty sure there was no where in the world where this was polite etiquette. She started to stroke his penis back from where it had almost returned to resting until the makeout session had reawakened it. 

Chris could feel his legs getting weak, and suddenly thought to himself that Cate was testing him. Testing him to see if he would cheat right in front of her. He managed to roll his eyes back into focus, and looked past the girl who had somehow unzipped his pants, and pulled free his hard on from his boxers, so that the cool air sent chills over that particularly sensitive skin. Catelynn met his gaze and moved forward to reach from behind Brandy and unzipped her friend’s bomber jacket. She pulled the jacket off and Chris saw that this girl was only wearing a worn through and thin to the point of transparent pink cotton t-shirt. A faded emblem of a retro punk rock band could barely be seen, but her fully hard nipples were very noticeable. Catelynn’s hand moved up and under the shirt, with the outline of her fingers stretching through the tight fabric to show her pinch the nubs on each breast. Chris felt the blood pulse in his penis, and so did Brandy who groaned at either Chris’ reaction, Cate’s touch or both.

“Mmm.. yeah, baby. I think he likes it.” Brandy smiled and Chris felt an overwhelming urge to get her on the floor and plunge so deep into her that she screamed his name. 

But then he heard Cate’s voice and remembered what was going on. He was being tested. 

“$500 for both of us.” Her voice didn’t sound serious or upset. It was, playful. He looked at her and she was grinning. She had wrapped one leg around Brandy and was rubbing herself against the mocha coloured girl. “What’s the matter? Never been with two girls before?” 

She knew he had. Chris had been in college, and a couple of times he had threesomes but they were nights filled with drugs and alcohol and awkward social interaction post-event for several months later. Never had it happened with someone he loved. He also knew that she had never been with a girl, at least until recently. Now, he couldn’t be sure. 

 “Oh, please! I want him in my mouth.” Brandy was stroking him even harder know, and he knew he could feel the precum spurting from the tip of his dick. But Cate’s hand slid away from Brandy’s breast and stopped her jerking movements. 

“Money up front. Five hundred bucks, baby and we’ll be worth every penny.” Cate was resting her head on Brandy’s shoulder and was looking directly at Chris – daring him with her eyes to go for it. She raised one eyebrow and grinned. Her fingers slipped through the spaces between Brandy’s fingers and together they started to slowly move up and down his shaft. Immediately, he could distinguish by pressure and skin texture whose fingers were whose and his heartbeat skipped as the blood rushed forth. He wanted more of this. He wanted two hands, two pairs of legs wrapped around him, two asses to mount and slide into each with their own pressure and tightness. And he wanted two mouths greedily suck on him. But what had him almost cumming right away was the thought of seeing Cate being eaten out by this dark vixen and hearing her cry out and reach for him. 

The girls had stopped stroking him and the pain of his almost release was driving him crazy. 

“Well, what will it be?” Catelynn reached down to the table beside the door and picked up his wallet. She slid it into his hand, and let her fingers drag across his skin. The delicate touch alone sent a pulse straight to his dick and a spasm through his throbbing member.

“Fine! Okay. Okay. God.” He could barely catch is breath. “I can’t believe I’m doing this.” He fingered a few hundred dollar notes, and pulled the rest out in fifties. Cate grabbed the cash, folded it and stuffed it into the back pocket of Brandy’s jean skirt. 

“I can’t believe you made us wait so long!” Catelynn took a few steps back as she tugged on the belt of her robe. It gave way and slipped off of her creamy skin. She sat back on the arm of the sofa and reached out for Brandy. 

The statuesque girl made a purring sound and released Chris, to walk over to where Cate was sitting astride the rolled leather armrest, practically humping the soft cushion underneath her. Brandy stood before her, and Cate ran her hands over her thighs and around to grasp her ass cheeks. With another few movements, she had unzipped the skirt and it fell past her high heeled boots to the floor. Brandy had made an easy job of losing her shirt and she was now completely naked, with Catelynn’s hands running all over her tight body. 

“Are you hungry, baby?” Cate said to the girl, who responded by kneeling in front of her and kissed her inner thighs. Catelynn shifted forward to the very edge of the armrest and let Brandy’s tongue sink into the crevice of the folds of her lips. As the girls long hair swept forward to hide her face, Chris could tell from the bobbing motions that she was licking Cate’s clit up and down and then when it stopped, she was circling it or pinching it between her lips and teeth teasing it with her tongue. Whatever she was doing, Catelynn was enjoying it so much that she kept her hand on the back of Brandy’s head to make sure it wasn’t going anywhere. 

But then Catelynn’s other hand reached behind her in Chris’ direction and he came forward to stand beside her, letting her find his still swollen member. She looked up at him, and between gasps and moans she told him to undress. Within seconds, he too was naked and sliding her hand behind him she grabbed his ass and pulled him forward. As he shifted closer, her upper body twisted to face him and she sunk his dick into her mouth. She let him slide right to the back of her mouth, and when he came out again she twisted her tongue around the tip, and licked the shaft from the top to its base. Her fingers had been playing with his balls, and one was sliding further back underneath to massage the skin just behind them. 

Chris knew whenever Brandy was doing something really right, when Catelynn stopped sucking his dick and just moaned, sending vibrations through the dick in her mouth and sending chills up his spine. He was breathing through his teeth as he bit down on his lip, sucking the air in and out, he tensed his muscles in unison with the movements of her mouth. 

Then Catelynn released him and pushed Brandy’s face from her soaking wet thighs. She swivelled on her ass to face into the couch and slid down the huge arm cushion until she was on her back on the sofa. Brandy took Chris’ hand and led him past her to the end of the couch. He climbed on the sofa himself, grabbed Cate by the hips and pulled her into him. With a slight lift of her ass, he entered her and began to fuck her hard. Not only was this the first time she had ever been with a girl, and that they had had a threesome, but it was also the first time they had done it on the couch because she had always feared stains. He didn’t know what had come over her, but he couldn’t get enough of this woman, who he loved, losing her inhibitions and hang ups. 

His passionate lovemaking was thrown off when he saw Brandy’s brown thighs mask Catelynn’s white face, but he felt Catelynn’s back arch and her hips thrust hard into him. She was bucking against him as Brandy began to ride her face. He could hear Cate’s muffled moaning, and her body writhed as he pumped deeper and deeper into her with slow and steady sliding right into her juicy wet hole. Brandy was calling out for Cate to make her cum. 

“Oh yeah, baby. Uh huh. Just like that.” She was rubbing her breasts and sucking on a few of her fingers. Chris stopped thrusting, and caught Brandy’s attention. 

“I’d like to have her alone, now. Please.” He didn’t think about what he said, but as soon as the words were out he knew they made sense. He wanted Cate all to himself. He loved how free and wild Cate was with this girl and how much she looked like she was enjoying this threesome. But, he realized this girl was in the way of him being able to kiss Cate while he felt himself inside her. He wanted Cate alone, and to be with her all night. And to talk. 

Brandy shrugged and got up off the coach. Cate was panting and the rush of fresh cool air revitalized her. Chris felt her muscles tighten around him and she reached up to grab his neck. Like an unspoken agreement, they moved in a perfect union of motions. He scooped his arm under her back to hold her to him, and with his weight on one knee he started to jerk his whole lower body into her. Swivelling on a foot moved closer, he drove into her as his mouth found hers and their tongues melted into each other. The exchange of liquid through their deep kissing was unparalleled to what happened next. 

As they released their kiss, Catelynn looked into Chris’ eyes and saw her own passion reflected. His eyes pleaded with hers and with each gasp that lacked more and more breath, she knew he was close. Her hand slid between their torsos and found the origin of the throbbing where he was penetrating her relentlessly. 

“Just keep fucking me. I want to come with you.” She had never helped like this before, and a few times had even faked climax to let him think that she came with him, though she rarely ever did finish with him through intercourse. This time, she wanted to be with him. She dug the pads of her fingers into her clit, while Chris continued to slide into her. She could feel him running against the roof of her insides and the pressure she was applying began to create that feeling of strings being pulled from her clit as the lower stomach tensed, and the muscles contracted. In and out and in and out, she felt his pubic hair brush against the back of his hand and he came down into her as she furtively continued to rub herself. 

Their bodies were rocking up and down, and they had matched each others breathing without realizing it. Their moans came together, and with a few more steady and hard thrusts both Chris and Cate felt the release of a shock wave pulsing through their spines. 

Chris kept himself propped on one arm and the other holding Cate to him. The final pulses of their climax hit, and he leaned in to slowly and smoothly kiss her with a gentle tenderness. She returned his kiss, her hand reaching up to stroke his sweaty cheek and forehead. 

He shifted his body and collapsed between her and the cushions. She turned her back to him so they would fit together on their sides, and they felt asleep spooning in a quiet bliss without saying a word. 

When he woke up the next morning, he was alone on the couch and the DVD player said it was 10:48am. He was late for a meeting, and Cate was gone.

