Clean Up

Dinner was fairly uneventful. At least as uneventful as it can be considering the situation I was in. Every once in a while Kat would say something, but she seemed mostly focused on the food. "You cook like this often?"

"Yes, it's sort of a hobby of mine."

"There are so many guys who'd trade places with me in an instant right now." She laughed mostly to herself. As she finished up her plate she smiled at me. "How are you not spoken for?"

I shrugged "I'm kind of ordinary."

She laughed at this "Right, I believe that one. So is there anything else or do we proceed to," she grinned like the cat that ate the canary "dessert?"

This made me nervous a bit "I... r-really should do the dishes first."

She leaned back in her chair with a smile "Alright." Really? She wasn't going to object? I got up and started gathering the dishes. Soon I was wrist deep in water. I was just getting used to the idea that I'd dodged a bullet when the familiar feeling of her hands on my hips. I glared back at her.

"I thought we had an agreement?"

She grinned "You're off limits while cooking because you needed to focus. But right now you're just cleaning up. You won't burn anything now will you? But now your hands are preoccupied and the rest of you is..." her hands slid down the front of my thighs, around to my inner thighs, then back up , stopping right bellow my groin. "open to me. Right?" I didn't know what to say, her logic was sound, and I had no real argument back. She kissed my cheek and whispered "Keep working... oh wait... Can I remove your headscarf?"

I jumped a little "What!?!"

"It's sort of in my way, can I at least move it?" I shivered as her hands stroked my inner thighs.

I took a deep breath "I... I prefer if you don't remove it... but you can move it aside..." apparently my voice was dripping with nerves as Kat whispered in my ear.

"You don't need to if you don't want..." Her constantly whispering in my ear was really turning me on, sending shivers down my spine as her breasts pressed into my back, and my butt kept bumping into her. She was so close, so very close. "what do you say if you want to stop?"

"Pineapple?" I meekly answered.

One of her hands started roaming up my stomach as the other started gathering up my skirt. "Any time you need me to stop." She kissed my cheek again. Her lips were so soft. The hand moving up my body glanced my left breast before heading for my shirt buttons.

"W-what are you..." She shushed me.

"Back to work. Let me take care of you." It was getting harder to focus on the dishes, and her hands were very good at their tasks. Three or four buttons from my shirt, just enough to show some cleavage, and soon after, her other hand brushed along my skin from under my skirt, having successfully managed to hike it up enough. I let out a noise of nervous pleasure as the bare hand touched my leg. Kat giggled a little, her other hand moving from my shirt to my hijab. "You don't get touched often... do you?" She whispered in my ear. I could tell from the way she was sliding my hijab off my shoulder and up my neck that she was asking mostly rhetorically.

I've been in my own skin as long as I can remember, if not always. You'd think after the twenty some years I'd been me, I'd know my body pretty well. But getting touched by another, changes everything. Kat's lips found the flesh joining my neck to my shoulders. I'd never felt something so, breath taking. It felt so good. All the times I'd fingered myself in the past didn't compare to that one, little kiss. And there was more to come. She kissed again, a little bit higher, then a nip of her teeth, followed by a full mouthed kiss. If I could have melted into a puddle of goo, I would have. Her other hand was softly stroking my flower through my panties. I don't remember for sure, but I doubt I even noticed.

"You almost done?" She murmured, please Allah, no... don't let this be over. "I have a game I want to play with you."

I took a few deep breaths, trying to recover my voice. "G-game?"

She giggled, disengaging with a slap to my butt. "Yeah. I want to get to know you, and I think this game of mine will help."

I lowered my head in shame, there were two dishes left. I didn't want to stop now. "C-can... we... keep doing what we were for a minute?" I said, feeling the blood rush to my face. It felt like it took a really long time for Kat to answer, but in retrospect I'm sure it was just a few seconds at most.

Her hands pulled my hips out, flipped my skirt over them, and one returned to its spot between my legs as she leaned in, using her other hand to lift my hijab and tube underscarf back up my neck. I braced myself for what she had in mind as she whispered in my ear an accidental reference to my favorite movie "As you wish."