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Subject: {ASSM} Lo and Behold (Chapter 13) [Asian, m/f, Consent]
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Date: Thu, 11 May 2006 00:10:05 -0400
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Lo & Behold
by Diola Dragontail
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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.

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

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."


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