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 Lo & Behold by Diola Dragontail

   Chapter 13: Sunday in the Mall Again

   It took Cat almost an hour to make it to the mall using the bus.  Taking
an hour for a drive that should only take ten minutes.  She figured she
could have walked it quicker, but she didn't have the energy for that this
morning.

   She couldn't wait until she had a car.  She'd been trying to convince
her parents for over a year that she should get a learner's permit, but it
was always the same answer.  She needed to show more responsibility first
or that being able to drive was a privilege, not a right.

   Blah blah blah.  Typical parent bullshit that she was use to.  She'd
wait until this semester's report card came around and then she'd strike
again.

   She screwed her face up into an expression of a predatory hawk swooping
in on some unsuspecting prey.  They had no idea that she'd actually started
making a conscious effort to improve her schoolwork.  She hadn't let on
yet.

   She pushed open one of the double doors to the mall and then repeated
the motion with the second door.  Her expression immediately switched as
she screwed up her nose.

   The smell of old people wafted through the metallically artificial clean
air of the mall.  Glancing around she saw that the stores were open, but
the place was still the domain of the "mall walkers."

   She rolled her eyes and did her best to not look too pained.  She made
her way through the wide hallways, wondering why these people couldn't be
bothered to walk outside in fresh air.

   Cat dumped herself into a seat in the Food Court, surveying the
possibilities for food.  Besides the $20 her father had given her, she only
had another $10.  So she had to make it last.

   She did have the credit card her parents had given her, but that was
just for emergencies.  There was the temptation to use it; she could use a
new shirt or something.

   Then she remembered trying to explain to her mother how buying a pair of
shoes constituted an emergency.  She didn't want to have a repeat of that
conversation, so using the card was right out.

   Besides, she already had a plan and she just had to wait for her prey to
arrive.

   ====================

   "Rooooooooger!"

   Roger Matthews froze when he heard his name being called out.  He felt
all the blood drain out of his face as he recognized the voice.  He turned
slowly and looked in its direction.

   Just as he had feared, he spotted Cat sitting in the Food Court, waving
him over.  He took a deep breath and, even though he knew no good could
come of this, he started in her direction.

   "Hey Cat.  Look, I got to get to work." Roger started to say, already
trying to make his escape.

   "Aw, you're no fun, Roger." Cat sat up in her seat a bit more.  "And
I've been sitting here waiting for you and all."

   Roger frowned.  On one hand, he hated her.  On the other hand, he still
hated her.  Okay, maybe that was a bit harsh.  Most times he actually liked
her quite a bit, but the other times, the times when she was up to no good,
that's when he didn't really care for her.

   "Where are your partners in crime?" Roger asked, trying to change the
subject.  He glanced around, expecting Brandy and Jane to come leaping out
of the woodwork.

   Cat just shrugged, "Dunno.  Not here."

   Roger looked back at Cat, trying to make sense of the situation.  He
hated when she was like this.  It was bad enough that all she had to do was
ask him for something and he'd willingly do it...  but when she made use of
that...  that got to him.  He didn't like to think of it as her taking
advantage of him though.

   "So what are you doing here?" He asked, still looking a bit confused. 
"Shouldn't you be like holding up a convenience store or planning a riot or
something?"

   "Jesus Christ, I already said what I was doing." Cat rolled her eyes,
starting to think that this was a waste of time.  "I was waiting for you."

   "Okay." Roger protested defensively.  "Fine.  What do you want?"

   "I wanted to see what you were doing today."

   "Jesus Christ," Roger mimicked Cat's exasperated complaint.  "I already
told you, I'm going to work."

   "Want some company?" Cat asked, starting to stand up now.

   "Uh, what?" Roger asked, more than surprised.

   "I'll come hang out with you." Cat said, standing up fully now.

   Roger blinked a few times, processing the thoughts, going over the
situation in his mind.  "The boss doesn't like it when we have guests in
the booth."

   "Is the boss in today?"

   "No, but-"

   "Then don't worry about it.  He'll never know." Cat shrugged.

   Roger crossed his arms across his chest, taking up a more the defensive
stance.  "I can't lose this job.  It's bad enough-"

   "I'm not going to get you fired.  I promise." Cat held up a single hand
as if she was making a solemn vow.  "I'll stay under the counter.  The
customers won't even know I'm there."

   Roger watched her for a moment, trying to gauge her sincerity.  "You
haven't done that in years." He was pretty curious what brought about this
surprise.

   "So?  You going to sue me for wanting to hang out with you?"

   "I guess not." Roger narrowed his eyes slightly.  "You promise?  No
freaking out?"

   Cat kept her hand up, "I swear to God I won't freak out.  I won't curse
at any customers.  I will not get Roger fired."

   "Okay, fine." Roger relented.

   Roger wasn't sure why he always agreed to Cat's requests.  There was the
obvious answer that there was a good chance he'd get laid, but there was
also an equally good chance that she'd screw him somehow.

   He had to admit that Cat was a pretty good friend when she wasn't in one
of her moods.  He'd seen her stick by her friends and stand up for others
through thick and thin.  The only reassurance he had at the moment was that
she didn't seem to be in one of her moods today.

   It was still early, so he figured he could sneak her into the ticketing
booth without anyone noticing.  Then, as long as she didn't freak out,
everything would be cool.

   Besides, afternoons on Sunday were usually pretty quiet, so it would be
nice to have some company for a bit.

   "Come on then." Roger checked his watch quickly.  "If we don't hurry,
I'll end up being late."

   Cat hopped out of the plastic food court seat and gave him a mock
salute. "Yes sir!"

   Roger glanced at her for a moment and already started to feel the second
thoughts and misgivings crop into his mind.  He hadn't expected those to
start for at least an hour.

   He decided not to comment and instead started towards the back entrance
of the movie theatre.  The lobby of the theatre opened up onto the street
as well as the mall's food court.

   As Roger expected, the weekend manager had already opened up the lobby
and was probably busy in the project room.  Bertha was nowhere to be seen
and the two concession girls were busy readying the counters.  This gave
Roger plenty of chance to smuggle Cat in unseen.

   "Stay in here." He unlocked the ticket booth door and held it open for
Cat to slip inside.  "Be quiet and stay out of sight."

   Cat just nodded once she was inside the small booth.  She new the drill
pretty well over the past two years and didn't want to give him a hard
time. Yet.

   She glanced around for a second as the door closed.  She was happy to
see that it looked exactly the same as she remembered.  It was like nothing
had changed since the last time she was here.  It was nice and quiet; you
couldn't hear any of the noise from outside.  She imagined that no one
outside could hear anything from inside either, unless the little mike
thing was on.

   The shades were still down, so it was private too.

   She leaned against the counter while she waited for him to return.  In
this little protective world, she felt safe enough to get lost in her own
thoughts.

   Of all the guys she knew, Roger was the only one that Cat couldn't
imagine doing anything with.  But, on the other hand, he was also the only
one that she could imagine having sex with.

   It was a mental conflict that she was having a hard time reconciling.

   All the other guys, and there weren't many of them, all seemed to be a
game to her.  Sure she'd gone down on a few of them, almost all of those
were perfect strangers.  That all seemed to have changed after this morning
with her father.

   She couldn't figure out the reason why it felt like it had changed.  But
now it seemed like what she had been doing should have meant something. 
That she'd been throwing it all away frivolously.

   Thinking about it didn't make her feel all that good about herself
anymore.

   And then there was Roger.

   She couldn't figure out why he put up with her.  She certainly hadn't
given him much reason to be nice to her.

   But on the other hand, he wasn't bad to look at.  He was a nice enough
guy.  He could probably get a date with someone better than her any time he
wanted.

   She had a hard time admitting it to herself, but she was starting to
think that maybe she was afraid of doing anything with him.  Maybe if she
had sex with him, then he'd be done with her.  And that would be the end of
things.

   She remembered the first time she met him.  Back when she was in the 4th
grade and she thought he was paying too much attention to her.  He stared
at her a couple of minutes too long and paid the price.

   She had punched him in the face hard enough to send him to the school
nurse.  She thought for sure that she was going to be in loads of trouble.

   But he never did tell on her.

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   She waited for him to return, eyeing the door eagerly.  Her muscles
coiled to respond as soon as she saw the slightest movement or heard the
sound of him coming.

   Then finally her wait was at an end.  She heard the key slipping into
lock.  As she watched the doorknob slowly turn.  For a split second, the
thought occurred to her that it might not be Roger.  Or that Roger wouldn't
be alone.

   She cast the thought aside, deciding to just take matters as they
happened.

   The door started to open into the booth and she immediately reached out
and grabbed his hand, yanking him inside quickly.  She had only a split
second to recognize that it was indeed Roger.  Then she pressed her lips
tightly to his mouth, giving him a kiss that had the energy of all the pent
up excitement she had built over the morning.

   She could fill his body stiff in surprise to her sudden movement.  She
used her hands to close the door behind him.  To make sure they wouldn't be
interrupted before they were done.

   With the sharp clap of the shutting door, she could feel his body start
to relax.  She pressed her tongue into his mouth, a movement she had
imagined for years now, but never dared attempt.

   She could feel his hands wrapping around her waist, pulling her even
closer.  She could tell that he wasn't the unwilling participant to this
that she thought he might be.  She could feel him starting to give into the
urges.  Maybe he had been thinking about this for as long as she had.

   His grip around her waist tightened, holding her to him.  She pressed
her body against him, slipping a leg between his legs, curling it back to
wrap around his knee.  His tongue responded, probing deeper into her mouth.

   It felt safe enough now for her to close her eyes and give into it all.
Let me take control of things.  She could feel his hands slipping lower,
cupping her ass, pulling her upwards against him.

   For a moment, just the toes of one of her feet were still touching the
ground.  Then nothing, she was entirely supported in his arms.  She wrapped
her arms around his neck, holding his head close to her.  Not wanting to
let the kiss end.

   Right at the moment, nothing beyond the small room mattered or existed.
Nothing beyond his arms and mouth, beyond his body even existed.

   She nipped lightly at his tongue as it played across her teeth. 
Catching the tip for a moment and hanging onto it.  She didn't want to take
control of things, but wanted to show that she still had some control in
her.  She wasn't going to let him have anything that easily.

   He lifted her even higher, and she felt them turn in place.  She fought
the urge to open her eyes, to get her bearings, but the lack of knowledge
seemed to make the moment seem somehow magical.

   She felt the ticket counter behind her and then underneath her as he sat
her on the edge of it.  She finally relented in the kiss, releasing her
grip around his head just enough.  She didn't let him get that far away
though, now that she had him, she wasn't going to let him get away again.

   She opened her eyes to see him looking back at her, with the surprise
still obvious on his face.  He had questions, she could tell, but he didn't
seem very eager to get the answers.

   His hands were still on her hips, holding her tightly.  It was like he
was trying to make sure she wasn't going to escape either.

   She smiled in response to his unspoken question, giving him permission
to keep touching her.  His expression eased, his hands started to move
upwards, rubbing her ribs as they moved.

   His face moved in close again, seeking another kiss, which she happily
gave him.  His hands moved higher, tentatively waiting just underneath her
breasts.  To encourage him, she pushed her tongue back into his mouth.

   She could feel his fingers toying with the fabric of her t-shirt.  She
knew there wasn't much time though, and she didn't have the patience to
keep playing games.

   She pulled him closer to her again, pressing her chest against his.  She
wanted him to feel the rising heat in her, daring him.  She broke the kiss
as she pushed him back away from her, wanting to see his face, to see if he
understood yet.

   His immediate lunge back at her told her that the message was received.
His hands pushing up her shirt as quick as he could was confirmation of it.
That told her that he was feeling the same thing as her.  That he needed
her now more than reason could make sense of in his head.  And that's what
she had been wanting.

   She leaned back on the counter with her shirt pushed up to her neck, his
hands already groping at her breasts.  His thumbs easily found her nipples
pressed hard against the fabric of her bra.  His mouth descended on her
neck, first kissing then sucking on her skin.

   She could feel his hands start to try to get underneath her bra, but it
was much too tight to allow that.  With his teeth biting her neck lightly
now, he was showing his frustration and eagerness.

   His fingers moving quickly along the edge of the bra, wrapping around to
her back, he clumsily fumbled with the straps.  The biting at her neck
getting more insistent, more frustrated.

   She placed a hand on his chest and tried to push him back, but he didn't
budge.  She pushed more forcefully, finally getting him to take a half step
back.  The expression on his face showed his frustration, but also showed a
fair amount of confusion.

   She imagined that he thought she'd rebuffed him now.  Leading him this
far and then changing her mind.  She arched her back forward and slipped
her free hand behind her back, easily unhooking the bra and letting it go
slack on her.

   The realization dawned on his face as his eyes dropped down across her
body.  She reached her arms out to him, inviting him back closer and he was
on her in an instant.

   His hands were pushing the bra up and out of the way, his mouth
engulfing on of her breasts.  She was small enough that almost the entire
thing fit perfectly inside his mouth.  His tongue was quickly lashing up
and down against her excited smile.

   She arched her back further towards him, pushing her chest against his
face.  Her hands gripping the edge of the counter as his hand swallowed up
her other breast, squeezing it.

   The pressure caused her to yelp out lightly, making him ease his hand
slightly.  His fingers were quickly moving to pinch her nipple instead. 
She could feel his other hand reaching lower, rubbing her belly, fingers
teasing in and out of her belly button.

   She gripped the edge of the counter tighter and pulled her hips closer
to him.  His mouth released her breast for a moment, only to descend down
on her other breast.

   His hands pulled her skirt up as she spread her legs.  His fingers of
one hand rubbing the wet gusset of her panties against her cunt with the
other still latched onto her breast.  Now she was sure he could tell how
much she wanted him right now.

   His other hand found the way to her hip and started to pull down her
panties.  She pulled her legs together and pushed down on the counter,
lifting her ass up, both of his hands easily pulling her panties down.

   She felt him pull her panties down to her ankles and let go of them. 
She managed to slip one of her feet out so that she could spread her legs
for him again with the panties dangling from her other ankle.

   His fingers were back on her in an instant.  The way they moved against
her flesh, gently pushing her lips apart, told her that this wasn't new to
him.  He found her clit with practiced ease and began rubbing it.

   His free hand held tightly onto her hips, keeping her from moving away
from him.  She writhed on the counter, enjoying each movement of his
digits. He just looked down at her, enjoying the way she was entirely at
his mercy.

   She closed her eyes, completing her submission to his attentions.  She
felt him easily slip a finger inside her, her body had been ready for just
such an entry for hours now.

   She gasped loudly as a second finger entered her, making her squeeze her
eyes shut to make sure she didn't open them.  She jumped in surprise as she
felt his tongue prod at her clit.  His fingers withdrew from her as his
tongue explored further.

   Her eyes bolted open as she felt an unexpected pressing against her
anus. It wiggled against her and slowly started to enter her.  His finger
exploring her even further now, slowly pushing deeper and deeper into her.

   His tongue drew long, wide swathes across her lips as his finger wiggled
in her butt.  She hadn't ever experienced anything like this before.  For
all her acting up and outrageous behavior, she was still, technically a
virgin.  Sure, she had used her toy on herself, but she wasn't sure if that
actually counted or not.

   She opened her eyes when she felt him pull back from her with his mouth
coming off of her skin with a small kiss.  He followed with his finger
slipping out of her.  She saw him back up from her.

   His hands went to his own belt buckle, but they paused there, a
questioning expression on his face.  Still panting from his first
onslaught, it took her a moment to realize what he was getting ready to do.
What he was asking permission for.

   She nodded slowly, wanting him back on top of her.  Wanting him deep
inside her.  Wanting him now.

   He dropped his slacks, his hard cock tenting his boxers.  His hands
quickly pushed them down and out of the way.  His hands reaching out for
her hips, pulling her closer to him, so that she was almost falling off the
edge of the counter.

   He kept one hand on her hip as he pushed forward, guiding himself into
her.  In one deep stroke, he plunged completely inside her.  She groaned
out loudly, feeling the friction of his length pulling her body apart.

   He leaned back, almost coming entirely out of her, before pushing right
back into her.  She barely had a moment to catch her breath before he was
pulling out again and pushing back into her more forcefully now.

   She started to rock on the counter, wanting to meet each of his thrusts,
but she couldn't keep pace with him.  He kept moving faster and harder,
slamming himself in and out of her.

   She clutched the edge of the counter tighter, fighting to keep herself
in place.  His thrusts were threatening to push her back up against the
wall.

   All of a sudden he began moving even faster, her fingernails were barely
able to hold onto the counter.  Then, just as suddenly, she felt him stop.
There was a twitch inside her and a loud moan erupted out of him.  She
could feel his cock throbbing wildly inside her.

   The sound of a key in the ticket booth door's lock jolted Cat's eyes. 
The doorknob turned and the door pushed open as she quickly caught her
breath.

   "The coast is clear." Roger announced as he slipped into the booth.

   Cat nodded quickly, trying to catch her breath and look normal.

   "You okay?" Roger looked at her closer.  "You look pale."

   "I'm fine." Cat finally managed to croak out, her mind finally managing
to find the difference between reality and her daydream.

   "You sure?" Roger paused, not sure of what to do.  "You want a drink or
something?"

   "No, I'm fine." Cat repeated, trying to make it sound more convincing.
She glanced longingly at the spot on the counter where her daydream had
just taken place.

   "Suit yourself." He shrugged, not really sure what else to say.

   "How long before you have to open the ticket box?" Cat managed to ask in
a more normal tone of voice.

   "About fifteen minutes." Roger replied, as he moved to sit on the stool
in front of the cash register.

   "Oh.  Good.  Plenty of time then." Cat nodded, trying to set her mind to
a course of action.

   "Huh?" Roger felt even more confused now.  "I need to count out the cash
register first.  So I don't get screwed by the night shift again."

   "Hey Roger?" Cat asked, looking at him thoughtfully.  "Thanks for
letting me hang out here, okay?"

   "Sure.  Any time." He was surprised by the sudden melancholy in her
voice.  "You planning on leaving already?"

   She shook her head no.  "Just wanted to make sure I said it."