Taylor and Kate Stories

Author's Note - this is a short interlude, published by itself because it continues the mood of the first Kate chapter.

The story will continue with Katy, Taytay and Adam, which will be a different mood altogether.

Many thanks for the response you gave the Kate chapter. Unexpected, but greatly appreciated.

Kate stayed with Adam for a week. She returned home on the Friday to get her toothbrush, two bottles of her favourite perfume, some plain underwear, lingerie and black stockings, her favourite faded blue jeans with tears on the thighs that hugged her ass tight, and a little black dress for Saturday night.

"A girl's got to come prepared," she explained to Adam, who looked bemused when she returned to his house with a small wheelie case, the type you take on an airplane.

"You're staying then?" he asked, quietly impressed with her planning.

Kate laughed. "You know I am. We talked about it over breakfast, and you said, 'you should go get more clothes.' And because I'm an obedient girl, I did as I was told."

"And disobey later, is that right?"

"You got it!" Kate replied, bending down to take her little black boots off, which she'd kept because they were comfortable, and went with most things that she wore.

Their sex during that week made Kate sore, but she was hungry for him. "It's that fuck cock of yours," she said. "I want it so fucking much."

After four or five days, she started saying, "I want you so fucking much." Adam noticed it first, then Kate said, one night after they'd made love and the rain fell outside, "That's the third time I've said that. Am I falling in love, do you think?"

Adam didn't reply. He didn't know, couldn't speak for Kate, and anyway, it might just be her idea of him.

Kate didn't mind his lack of response. Her question was more for herself, and she'd know soon enough. She didn't talk to Taylor about it, either, although she did talk to her about Adam. They'd both had him, after all. And he'd had both of them. So there was a triangle of sorts, even if Kate and Adam were the foundation.

They became familiar with each other that week, enjoying the intimacy and a quiet domesticity that suited Kate, that she'd not known before. On the Monday Kate went off to work, then every day, leaving Adam in bed or in the kitchen. She'd pause by the door, say nothing, but always kissed him. When she got back home in the evening he'd greet her with a smile and a hug, and let her unwind with a glass of wine in her hand.

Once, when she called Taylor to give her a debrief and an update, she came, ever so quietly, with Adam's face between her thighs, her legs spread wide on the high backed chair. It was a long call. Adam fed her, fed in her, fed on her, and Kate learned all about restraint and the advantages of a chair with wide arms.

At the end of the week Kate said, "I'm sated on you for the time being. I need some time to myself, and with Tay. I'll call you. We'll call you, probably. Me and Tay."

So Adam carried Kate's wheelie suitcase up to her car and put it on the back seat. They kissed, him on the road and Kate on the footpath so she didn't need to tilt her head up so high. Her hand on the back of his head was tender, so gentle, and his hand on her hip reminded Kate how he'd hold her, holding her still with his cock head on her spot. She wanted much more of that, and knew she'd ask to move in, for a while. When she was ready, if he'd have her.

Adam had seen a quietness in Kate when he found her reading sometimes, her long legs curled up under her bottom, sitting in the chair in the corner. She'd look up at him, close the book with her finger marking the place, and beckon him to her with a look in her eyes that he wouldn't forget. She'd reach up to kiss his cheek and sometimes his lips, then turn back to her book. "Don't forget me," she said, just the once.

"I won't," he replied, "not my Kate."

She smiled, and was content with that for an answer.

"I've taken two books, if that's okay."

Adam nodded. "I've lent books before, not got them back."

"Given to women with superbly intelligent minds?"

"You got it."

She laughed. "I'll bring them back. You've got a big library, I've not finished with you yet."

When she drove off, Adam stood and watched her. Saw her hand flick up from driver's open window, her fingers and thumb joined up in a circle, the other three fingers spread out like a feather.

When he got back down to the house, he found her little white panties on the table by the door, where she'd left them. He grinned at her silent knowledge of him, and put her scent to his nose, breathed her in. When he did the laundry that weekend he washed them, and hung them out on the line. They were the smallest garment, but by far the bright whitest, under the warm autumn sun.

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