Rising Shards

I had just agreed to have sex with Kitty Kilander in a somewhat dingy escape room.

”Am I gonna have to sign an NDA about this?” I asked.

”What?” Kitty said.

”Like...a form to keep this private?” I asked.

”What are you talking about?” Kitty asked. ”Don’t ruin the mood please, I just want to fuck. I think you want to fuck too, right?”

”I do!” I said, raising my hand. ”Most certainly, madam Kilander!”

Kitty winced. ”The longer we talk, the more you’re going to end up turning me off, so if you really want me, please stop talking. And put your back to the wall.” She pointed, and I obeyed, loving having direct instructions. ”And one last time, you really want this, right?”

I nodded eagerly. It was kind of cute that Kitty kept making sure I actually wanted to do this.

”Because you can tell me to fuck off, I’ll make fun of you forever for turning down your one shot to get with me, but—”

”Kitty, I really want to,” I said. ”You’re fun! Let’s have some fun.”

”Yeah, let’s,” Kitty said. She stomped over to me, pinning a hand beside me. The last thought I had before our lips met was hoping those cameras really were broken.

Kitty’s kiss tasted sweet, sweeter than I expected. Like making out with bubblegum. She stood so my thigh was between her legs, and hers was between mine, and without having to say it we started grinding on each other, both of us way more into this than I realized until I felt the heat, until I could feel my own pleasure building. Thigh grinding was replaced by our fingers, finding each other, matching the other’s movements, not stopping until we both came in almost perfect unison.

Well, it wasn’t that good. I don’t either of us actually came, and we both struggled to get in a good position. And I definitely missed at least two of the kisses completely and clanked our teeth together. But it definitely technically counted as sex, and when we finished, we both felt it.

”That was pretty good!” I said, exactly as Kitty said, ”Ugh, that was terrible!”

”Oh,” I said. ”Well, it wasn’t that bad.”

”I hate myself, I feel disgusting.” Kitty shivered.

”Yeah, I’m used to hearing that one after getting laid,” I said. ”I’ll just excu—”

”Try again.” Kitty said.

”Try...again?” I asked.

”Or, you know what?” Kitty composed herself, pulling her panties up before going back to the computer puzzle. ”What are you doing tonight?”

”Um...you? Hopefully?” I said.

Kitty snorted. ”If you said that with like slightly more confidence that actually might be kind of hot.”

”But wait, you want to keep going?” I asked.

”Yeah, but not here,” Kitty said. ”So what are you doing tonight? Want a hotel room? We can go to my place too, but...eh. And I’m sure your place is horrible.”

”No, my apartment is lovely!” I said.

”And you’re probably late on all your bills, and we’ll run into your landlord, who will be all, ’the fuck is wrong with you, pay your bills!’”

”Kay, that one might happen,” I said, as it started to hit me that I just had sex with Kitty. And that she wanted more. ”But no! My landlord’s away! We could go there!”

Kitty thought about it for a second, then pressed 2-3-1 and unlocked the next room. ”Kay, after this, we’re going to your place, and you’re going to do a better job than that pitiful performance.”

”Aye aye, ma’am!” I said, saluting again.