The girl immediately rushes toward the exit from the bathroom, but I am faster. My hand lands on her waist, and soon her body is in my arms as I start walking toward the room. She tries to break free, her laughter growing louder, but I hold her tightly, not letting her slip away. We both fall onto the bed, and her body softly touches the mattress.
I begin tickling her, kissing her neck, shoulders, and fingers—everywhere my lips can reach her skin. But I can't stop, and soon my hands slide under her t-shirt, lifting it up. She shudders in surprise, but there is fire in her eyes, and she doesn't resist. I gently kiss her stomach, feeling her body slightly tremble from my touch, and her eyes are full of anticipation and desire as she watches every movement I make.
Like a real cat, I stick out my tongue and run it across her stomach, barely touching her navel. She inhales, and I notice her chest rising. My heart starts to race, and I feel her body reacting to every move I make.
"Has my little mouse decided to play with me?" I slowly run my hand across her stomach, pulling her t-shirt even higher, enjoying her reaction. Her skin is getting hot, and she keeps her gaze fixed on mine, not looking away, as if she wants to test who is stronger between us.
"No, I just decided to show who you really are. A real cat."
"You know, a cat never lets go of its mouse once it's caught, right?" I whisper, feeling her body in my hands.
"It's not like I was really running away from you, my kitty."
"Since you're not running away, we need to come up with a punishment. Got any ideas?" We are so close that I can feel every breath of hers. It is like an exciting game where no one loses.
I continue caressing her with my lips, catching every reaction. Touching her skin, I leave warm traces, and in return, I hear quiet sighs. Sometimes I kiss her gently, other times deeper, savoring every movement of her body. Katrin never takes her eyes off me—her gaze is a mixture of surprise and pleasure. Her breathing is becoming more and more ragged. I know she likes it.
"What's with the silence? Have you come up with a punishment, rebellious little mouse?" I pause for a moment to watch her reaction.
"You know, nothing really comes to mind. Maybe you can come up with something, kitty?" The girl doesn't want to reveal her cards just yet.
I move higher, taking my time, carefully pulling off her top and exposing her body. My attention is completely consumed by her skin, her scent, the soft curves of her body. I trace my tongue across her collarbones, enjoying every reaction from her, until I reach her shoulders, kissing them gently. I circle around her chest, hidden by her bra, moving slowly, like a real cat studying its prey. I don't want to do anything more; just playing with her, discovering her body, is enough for me.
"I've thought of something," my eyes, reflecting only her image, stare directly into her face, full of sincere, indescribable desire. I see her gaze meet mine, her pupils dilating slightly, which is a sign that she feels the same way I do.
"So what do you come up with, my kitty?"
"A wish. I want you to fulfill one more of my wishes."
"Mmm, that's not interesting," she replies with a slight smirk, but I can see that she is burning with curiosity to know more.
"Don't worry, my sweet little mouse, the wish will be very interesting."
"Really? And what wish is that? When will you tell me?" Her voice carries a playful tone, and her eyes sparkle with curiosity, as if she is already anticipating something unusual is about to happen.
"Not now, my wish will last throughout your desire, so I have time to think it over and decide what it will be," I lean in a little closer and continue quietly, with a slight smile. "But I promise, you won't regret it. I'll surprise you."
"Well then, kitty, I'm waiting. Surprise me!" she challenges me. In her eyes, I see a mix of impatience and passion, her body slightly tensed in anticipation, and I know she is ready. But I don't hurry. This is just the beginning of the game, and I'm not just aiming to surprise her; I want her to feel everything to the fullest.
"Are there any limitations to the wish?"
"What do you mean by limitations? It's your wish," Katrin squints slightly, as if considering the question, and tilts her head to the side.
"I mean, maybe there's something you definitely won't do."
"I definitely won't jump from a roof," I can't help but notice how her lips curl into a small, yet incredibly bright smirk, as if she already knows I will give in.
"I'm serious."
"I don't know," Katrin begins, thoughtfully nibbling on her lower lip. "When you make the wish, then I'll definitely tell you whether I'll do it or not. I just know you won't ask for anything shameful or insulting. That's why I'm so calm."
Her words touch me deeply; her trust feels like an invisible bridge between our souls — strong and yet fragile, like glass that could crack at the slightest touch, but still incredibly precious.
"I'm glad you trust me this much," I whisper, leaning in closer. "I won't let you down. I promise the wish will be fun, just the way you like it, without any negative consequences for either of us."
I pour all my sincerity into those words, all the tenderness that arises in response to her trust. She reaches out and gently touches my cheek. That touch isn't just physical — it's a soft flow of warm energy that pierces straight through to my heart. Her fingers are warm and delicate, like a sunbeam's touch — so light and elusive that I feel like I could dissolve in the sensation.
"I like how you draw on me. Honestly. It's very creative, and you do a great job."
"But you still decide I deserve punishment, don't you?" she asks, her gaze almost innocent, like a mischievous angel, though that sly smile still lingers in the corners of her lips.
"I just decide to seize the moment," I say, leaning in even closer, feeling her warmth as I slowly run my tongue from her collarbone to her shoulder. Her skin trembles slightly, responding to every touch. Her breathing grows deeper, her body reacting to the closeness. In that moment, I realize everything between us is natural and genuine. I gently bite her shoulder, savoring her quiet sigh.
"That marker washes off easily, so don't worry," she says with a slight smile, and I notice how her lips barely touch the corners in a playful grin. "I already test it on myself."
"Do you think I don't know you well enough to guess you'd test it on yourself? I'm a hundred percent sure of it. You're our straight-A student."
Her smile widens, and her chin lifts slightly, as if she accepts my compliment with a touch of challenge and pride. Her eyes sparkle with self-satisfaction and a bit of playful superiority, as if she is ready to prove that every one of her actions has a reason.
"You're not that dumb either, huh, Nerd?" she teases, her voice full of amusement, with a slight hint of provocation.
"I'm not a Nerd today, I'm a kitty. Meow!" I pretend to be offended for a moment but then grin mischievously.
Katrin bursts out laughing — loudly, sincerely, with a slight rasp in her voice. Her laughter is infectious, like a wave that sweeps over me, and I can't resist, laughing along with her. Her shoulders shake slightly, and her dark hair falls over her face like soft waves, adding a special lightness to the moment, as if she herself is part of the laughter, part of some magical instant.
"Rebel Girl?" I ask, unable to hide my smile. There is a hint of teasing in my voice, but also admiration for her courage, her determination to be herself.
"Yes."
"When's our next outing? We've been cooped up inside for two days. I don't mind, of course, but you promised me fun."
She presses her lips together, trying to look serious, but her eyes — like two sparks — keep gleaming.
"You'll get your fun. The kind where you won't even know where to run from it," she says, like a promise, like something that will be so vivid and unexpected that I won't even have a chance to prepare.
"So when?" I ask, a bit impatiently, like a child waiting for a gift, with a slight excitement that can no longer stay hidden. I know Katrin always manages to surprise me, and that only adds to the anticipation.
"Tomorrow night."
Anticipation ripples through my body, every nerve becoming more sensitive, as if the feeling itself is alive. Tomorrow promises to be special. I know that if I've learned anything from all this time with her, it's that with Katrin, you should always expect the unexpected. Whatever she has in mind, it will be something amazing.
"I can't wait for tomorrow. Will you tell me what we're doing, or will you keep it a secret again?" My curiosity gets the better of me, and I can't help but add a bit of playful teasing to my voice, as if I'm already bracing for the next surprise.
"No, the secret is only about Friday," she teases me, playing with my nerves. "But tomorrow, we're going to a club."
"That club or another one?"
"Another one," she says with the confidence of someone who knows everything will go exactly the way she wants, leaving me with no choice but to follow her, hoping this outing will bring something extraordinary.
The evening passes peacefully, though to be precise, it starts closer to noon — we wake up around lunchtime again. It has become a habit: staying up past midnight, spending nights talking, laughing, and making plans, then waking up to the daylight peeking through the curtains. But I don't complain. How can I, when every morning, no matter how late, I wake up next to her — my Rebel Girl? Her tangled hair touches the pillow, and her breathing is slow and lazy. Those moments, when the world stands still and I can just watch her, are the best. She brings something new into my life: surprises, fun, mysteries. Every day with her is like a game where I never know what will happen next.
Finally, Tuesday arrives, which means that soon enough, I'll find out what surprise awaits me on Friday. I don't even try to guess — with Katrin, it's pointless. Every time I think I understand her, she does something completely unexpected, leaving me in shock with a hundred questions.
We pull up to the club, and I can't help but notice how Katrin looks tonight. She decides to please me with her legs, and it's stunning. But I feel a twinge of jealousy — it drives me crazy that others can see her beauty. I want her to be mine and mine alone, as always. Despite her long legs, Rebel Girl chooses warm clothes. She wears a long coat cinched with belts, a burgundy blouse that barely reveals her black shorts underneath, and low-heeled shoes. In this outfit, she is both seductive and elegant. I go with black jeans and a matching shirt. Katrin rolls up my sleeves before we leave and adds a chain — and together, we look like a couple who effortlessly catches everyone's attention.
"Ready for a new dose of fun?" Her voice is full of playful confidence, and I already know this night will be unforgettable.
Instead of answering, I smile, grab her by the waist, and pull her close. She doesn't even have time to blink before I kiss the top of her head, savoring her closeness. A thought flashes through my mind: tonight will be truly wild.