MATT'S POV

A week after Cat's twenty-first birthday Jimmy said we were taking her clubbing. No question, no suggestion, just a statement. I was sceptical, since I loved having a good time with the boys at clubs or bars and we hung out with Cat all the time. But anyway, when Jimmy decided to do something, we'd do it, no questions asked.

So that evening I decided to drive since I was pretty shaken up from yet another argument with Val and I knew if I drank I would probably overdo it. I picked up Cat at first, and I was surprised to see she wasn't wearing a dress but skin-tight black leather pants and a rather simple, black and white blouse that showed little cleavage, but had a big cut out at the back with long, thin, golden chains that hung around her bare back.

She wore red heels, not too high, that matched perfectly with her earrings, lipstick and purse. No necklace, not even a bracelet or something. She looked smoking hot, but I knew she was not going to feel well since the only girls I'd seen and occasionally made out with at clubs were wearing skin-tight, really sexy dresses that barely covered their ass and boobs.

So after half an hour, we finally arrived at the club and Jimmy immediately ordered our standard drinks, which were a whisky and coke for Zack and Johnny, a beer for Brian and him. Cat took a vodka and apple juice.

We started dancing and I noticed there was something about Cat that made other girls look inferior, although they'd obviously made a lot more of an effort to look good that night. The way they danced looked vain, tired, overdone. Cat instead was not only the best and hottest dancer of all the girls, but she also fit with me and the guys perfectly.

The evening was a complete success and many more followed. Even though I was driving, it was one of the best nights ever.


I think that was the moment I realized I'm in love with Cat. I glanced at the beautiful creature sitting right across from me, her face barely lit from a torch next to our table. It was dark already, and we were having dinner on a small island along with two other couples and a family with two teenage boys.

After dessert, that I knew, the boat boy would inevitably take us home. I wasn't ready to go, though, I enjoyed the silent company and the stars and the ocean. "Can we take a little walk before we head back?" I asked the young driver and he, of course, said yes.


It felt natural to me to reach out for her hand, since we'd been holding it all the time whenever we went into the water. It fit so perfectly into mine, it was almost like we were made for each other. As we walked through a palm forest in silence and with only a torch, I wondered how long I should have known that I was in love with her.

I knew it now, there was no reason not to at least quietly admit it to myself, I was in love with her and it wasn't something that just appeared out of nowhere, actually I'd been lying to myself for a long time. Was it possible to love two people at once? Because if there was something about my feelings I was sure of these days, then it was that I'd been in love with Val, too. Madly.

I didn't just ask her to be my wife for no reason. And maybe I still loved her. It still hurt, and by now I had accepted that it probably always would. But I wanted Cat, too. For the longest time I'd lied to myself by thinking it was only her body, when in fact, I wanted the whole person. It had to be possible to love two people at once, right? But if you do, is it fair to choose?



CAT'S POV

I could tell he was overthinking. He had that tight grip on my hand and breathed more heavily, so there was clearly something walking around his head, torturing his brain. I debated whether or not to ask him, but actually it was kind of nice, too, to walk in silence. He'd tell me what was bugging him when the time was right.

And today had been a nice day with him so far. Maybe we were a little too close to be just friends, but that was okay. We'd broken that boundary on our very first day and it was alright. Damn, he was so sweet and patient, I thought, and he made sure I was comfortable.

What did he say? , "Trust me, I'll make you feel good, Cat, really good. I'm not him. I'm just Matty. Just a guy who loves you deeply and wants you to feel good." Just Matty. Just a guy who loves you deeply. Who loves you deeply. Who loves you. Loves you. Loves. As I remembered his words, my head started spinning. Loves. Does that mean ... ?

"Matt?" I heard myself say. "Mhm?"
"You meant it, right? What you said before we ... That you want me to feel good. That you, uhm ..." I felt the blood rush to my cheeks as he took a deep breath. He turned towards me and wrapped his warm, heavy arms around me, and it felt so good. Every inch of his skin that brushed against mine made me shiver.

Even though he smelled of cheap mosquito repellent, of fire and the fishy, salty sea, I loved his smell. "Yeah," he said quietly and inhaled deeply again, looking me right into the eyes. With a steady voice he stated, "That I love you. Yeah, I meant it. I love you, Cat." Just like that. Matter-of-factly. Neutrally.

My heart started beating wildly and I felt a warm rush of joy inside my chest that slowly crept into all of my limbs, filling me with a deep, genuine warmth. So, Cat, my inner voice urged, now it's time for you to find out what you feel for Matt-Schmatt. I knew I wasn't going to say it back that time, since I still didn't know if I really had those feelings for him, but that sensation almost made it clear to me.

"Matt," I whispered with a broad smile and placed my hands on the sides of his neck. He slowly lowered his head to mine and I closed my eyes like the excited, pimpled teenager waiting to happen for her first kiss. It was so painful to wait for his lips to finally meet mine, but when they did, it felt like we were in High School again, skipping class and making out behind the gym building.
Our lips moved slowly, lazily, in perfect sync. We weren't heading anywhere, at least not yet. We were just enjoying this crazy, pleasurable sensation of kissing and all the hormones and butterflies making our stomachs go on a roller coaster ride.


We cuddled during the short boat trip back and I could tell he, too, couldn't wait to get off. We tipped the boat boy and thanked him for the trip, grabbed our stuff and rushed into our apartment. As soon as the door was closed behind us, Matt picked me up and pinned me against it, heavily kissing me and immediately demanding entrance. Our tongues battled passionately while our hands roamed each other's bodies.

I felt desire, I felt lust. It was crazy to think that for years, I'd done it whenever Dave wanted to. I didn't think I could ever want to do it again. "Oh Cat, it feels so good to make out with you," Matt moaned breathlessly against my lips and I started kissing his neck. It tasted of salt and fish, but the mosquito repellent was by far the worst. It tasted so bitter and numbed my lips a little.

"Matt," I said as he licked my collar bone, but it was too late. "Fuck," he cursed, "that tastes like fucking..." I smiled because obviously he didn't even know what to say.
Before I knew it, he carried me to the big shower, and took off our clothes. I didn't feel exposed when he looked at my naked body, not the way I did with Dave.

The last time we'd been in the dark, but I felt comfortable with him. The warm water felt great against my skin, but Matt gently massaging my upper body with the peachy shower gel felt even better. He touched me everywhere, and wherever his fingers wandered, my body responded with burning desire.

My dripping hole was aching for his touch, yet he seemed to be in no hurry at all. Of course, his glorious member was fully erect, but he didn't let me touch it, which made me even hornier. He washed my hair, then his body, and then he gently dried me with a towel, all while kissing me passionately. Finally, he carried me to bed and kissed every inch of my body, every single freckle, just like he'd done back in high school.

"Matt," I moaned, "please, I need you inside me now." "Sure this is what you want?" he asked and I nodded. He positioned himself on top of me and placed his tip against my entrance.

Slowly, he pushed in and I let out a long moan. It felt so good. He started moving immediately and hit my spot with every thrust until I came hard at the very same time as he did. "God, Matt," I moaned breathlessly and he pulled me close, kissed my forehead and like that, we fell asleep.

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