To Celebrate Our Love

30th October. The date on the calendar was circled red. I stared at it for an unnecessarily long time.

This month, it was the 29th day I recounted being in front of the small booklet stapled to the wall.

Memories of past years where I had spent the entire birthday indulging myself in your attention came to mind; I could only stifle a tiny giggle in response to the electric pleasure the anticipation was giving me, tickling me alongside a rising uneasiness that was churning inside my stomach.

I brought a finger to my left nipple, still red and sore as testimony of last year's cruel ambition to decorate it with wax from the cake's candles.

My cheeks soon mimicked the colour of the protrusions on my chest after witnessing them erect on nostalgia alone. I closed my eyes, slowly tweezing and teasing my nipples, using a strong rolling technique of my fingers to stimulate the pink twins.

I soon lost track of my surroundings as I started moaning with shut eyes, my finger movement intensifying alongside laboured breathing.

Horny. Hot. I was so uncomfortable teetering on the verge of climaxing. Itchy. Desperate. It was so vexing, I just longed for your touch to release me -

"And what is my cute kitten doing out here playing with himself at such an hour?" I shuddered as you growled into the nape of my neck, your breathing alone enough to snap my head upwards, arching my back and yipping as I did. It seems you didn't sleep as early as I had thought.

Out of the corner of my eye, I glanced at the clock. Both hands leaning on the left of twelve indicated to me how late it was, and more importantly, how close I was to the actual awaited day.

"Ah... Let me guess..." Your playful tone irked me. It was apparent you knew why I was there.

"Perhaps... perhaps you still have fond memories from last year?" I flinched as you moved upwards to capture a portion of my right ear between your teeth.

I shuddered again; anticipating another round of physical intrusion, with a slight hope it involved you just skipping to making love with me.

You, like the universe, seemed to read my mind yet playfully teased me by offering only caresses and play-bites.

I squirmed in your grasp, mewling eagerly for the full course. You denied me of any release, of course.

I silently cursed your playful nature then cursed myself for falling in love with that part of you as well.

"Master-" You silence me with a deep raspy growl that reverberated through my ears down to my groin. "Lucky for you... I... have a *big* surprise in store."

You suddenly squeeze hard on the base of my tail. Before I had time to react to the explosion of pleasure I found myself being dragged across the room, towards the house door.

You ignore my incessant mewling as you fumble with opening the door, occasionally applying extra pressure on the wrong hand as you try to turn the doorknob.

This mixed sense of confusion and anxiety only flustered me further, as I found out how much faster my heart could beat as wind channeled through the door that was just torn open. Feeling the cold attack me through not just my nose and ears but also my exposed sensitive feet did not help either.

It took me a second to realise what you were doing. "W-wait… T-they might see us…" I wasn't sure if you heard the part I ended up whispering to myself.

"Oh?" You stopped striding down the path that lead out from our house. "And who is this "they" you speak of?"

I was in the middle of gulping when my cheeks were suddenly squished in the vice grip of your hand as you manipulated my head into a certain position.

"By any chance, are you talking about our dear Shou?" I realised I was staring straight into the balcony of our closest neighbour, where the person in question would have been lounging around the parapet.

"And what of it?" I felt a hand sneak under the huge cartoonish fish logo on my shirt as you pretended to navigate the plains around my belly button for something. My shirt slowly inched upwards as your fingers drew closer to their prey, my nipples already tenting against the thin veil of cotton as they impatiently demanded for your touch.

"So what if Shou sees you like this?" My hotpants suddenly felt two sizes too small as I pictured how my golden-haired neighbour would have reacted to find a mewling cat-boy outside his balcony lewdly exposing his nipples and belly for the world to see. Of course, it was exciting enough in reality just on the slight off-chance someone would step through that balcony door and fill the lonesome area lit dimly by the equally solitary moon.

It was a strange sensation to learn how lewd exhibitionism was, but I still felt release was more important in a situation where you only fed me pleasure in short bouts. As soon as I felt you trace downwards from my pelvis, I started bucking my hips in attempt to get myself off. I heard you exhale audibly through your nostrils, as you discontentedly withdrew your hand.

"Mmh." You wrestle both my hands into the grip of one of yours, knowing full well I would have just pleasured myself if you didn't. "Come. There's somewhere we must go."

It was about a 10 minute walk through the sleeping neighbourhood before I identified a bus-stop through the poor illumination of ambient street lights. My soles were already sore from the journey and yet I still had no clue where we were headed to, although something told me wherever it was, it involved a road trip.

"Where are we going, Master?" It seemed foolish to ask after walking for so long and it was clear you were keen on keeping it a secret as well. We were currently seated at the bus-stop, with me on your lap, the both of us taking in the atmosphere of the town at a time we, like the rest of the diurnal folk, would have been snuggling under the sheets of our bed.

It was a relaxing moment to indulge in; It was rare that we could enjoy a moment together without you trying to sexually harass me. My ears twitched ever so slightly as you rested your chin on the soft turf of yellow hair between them, whilst I was wondering why we didn't do this often before.

Sadly, it was a short-lived moment as a pair of yellow beams meandered through the winding roads, before a single decker wearing a flamboyant yellow that stood out even in the black of night screeched to a stop in front of us.

As the doors hissed open, you lightly pushed me onto the cold metallic floor of the vehicle, dropping enough change on you for tickets for the two of us. Without even glancing in our direction, the bus captain closed the doors behind us, his small acknowledging nod going unnoticed by me at the time. The midnight coach, as usual, had all its seats devoid of people, right up to the last row of 5 seats conjoined together that had an unobstructed view down the aisle.

It was apparent you already planned where to sit at from how you shoved me gently along the aisle till I plopped down in the middle seat of the last row. Before I could get a word on your ushering skills, you maneuvered yourself in such a way I ended up sitting on your lap just like at the bus-stop.

As the bus cruised through the pitch-black world, the holes and bumps of the road made themselves known to us as I was bounced up and down on your thighs. It was fun for a while before I realised something hard was poking at me from underneath. If not for the accompanied groans you were making, I might have forgotten how badly I wanted revenge for all the teasing you did so far.

Reaching behind me, I expertly located the hem of your trousers, before exposing your raging member in one deft movement. Pushing myself away from your knees, I smiled as even through the material of my hotpants, I could feel a familiar warmth nestled between my buns.

"He's watching, you know…" It was funny how you could say that and still proceeded to peel off my short shorts (no mistake here). Still, your words hit home as I became aware of how the bus driver occasionally peered at us through the mirror purposely angled towards us. In fact, I also became aware of how slowly the bus was moving, allowing any passer-by to simply enjoy the show we were giving.

As my hotpants disappeared into the sea of seats in front, I started imagining what it would be like if the streets were bustling with curious onlookers. I trembled as my hands rubbed frantically at my erect member with the image in mind; Thousands of eyes leered at the sight of my milky thighs, and I swear I could even feel the heavy breathing of perverts as they watched me masturbate up close.

While I was lost in my dream of ecstasy, you took the initiative to pry my last piece of clothing up and over my head. This, of course, rudely interrupted my working hands, so I started rubbing myself up and down your shaft in protest.

Upon feeling something trying to invade my posterior, I straightened my upper body, ready and eager to receive my awaited prize. However, I was soon frustrated upon discovering it was merely your feed of saliva-lubricated fingers squirming against my pink entrance.

So here I was, floundering on top of your crotch in the rhythmic motion of the bumpy ride, your digits sporadically slipping in and out of my pink ring, antagonistic with the song of gasps and mewls I was emitting. I blamed your severe lack of adequacy in our history of making love that resulted in my having an ass-pussy that was, in simple words, submissive towards any form of penetration.

Squelching sounds started to appear from beneath my now thrashing tail, reminding me how my body adapted to your incessant need for sex by creating a self-lubricating hole you could f*ck. I guess after enough activity in the rear, my ass became loose enough to accommodate your whole gauntlet. It wasn't the first time you did this, but the sudden combination of painful expansion and having my rectum stuffed full always brought me to a climax. My tiny dick throbbed in pulses, the river of precum threatening the onset of shooting splooge at any moment. Meanwhile, my ass started clamping down on your wrist in periodic waves, yet you decided that was your cue to extract your hand from it. This resulted in my further orgasmic throes, my tail quivering along with its anterior cousin as the sensation of having a bowling ball forcing its way out of my poor hole surged through me.

"Pop!" It was a wet, audible sound that I was certain could be heard from even where the bus driver was. (This was suspected from how the bus driver had both his eyes glued onto the mirror instead of the road.) Free from your hand, my gaping anus still refused to fully close, resembling that of the puckered mouth of a hungry sea anemone.

I was heaving on the other end too, trying to catch the breath you just knocked out of me. The opportunist in you went full throttle as your now free hands pried my thighs apart, aiming my spasming hole right down the bus driver's line of sight through his mirror.

The embarrassment was instantaneous. My cheeks burned as fiercely as my loins as I witnessed the driver turn behind to get a better view of my erotic display.

For a second I was distracted by the image of a bus crashing, but was satisfied with the bus slowing to a halt as an answer. In such a position, I could only hope someone would plug something into the gaping hole of mine. However, as usual, you smirked as you brought my attention to the fact it was our stop.

"Ooouuyoouu…" It was an extremely uncomfortable feeling to have my bottom hole try to close up whilst having to waddle down the aisle with bow legs (it just felt too weird to close my legs together).

The bus doors hissed open for us, and the bus driver's eyes twinkled as they burned a hole through my crotch as I passed by him. I swore he licked his lips as soon as he noticed how glistening my member and abdomen were with a thin glaze of precum. I turned my head slightly to watch your reaction to this, only to catch your exchange of winks with your contented accomplice.

The night air was freezing. (My trembling tail and thighs took offence at that understatement.) Regardless, there was nothing to keep myself warm or decent, which probably spurred me to ask you how close we were to our destination. "Are we there yet?" It seemed even my 3rd attempt with puppy-dog eyes failed to elicit a response from you.

"Are we there—" I was in the middle of trying out my lethal "swishing-tail-and-pouty-lips" combination when the scenery around me answered my potential question. I felt blood return to my face as I breathed in my surroundings. We were on a hill of some sort. Grassy, but with little to no trees around to block the magnificent view of what seemed like a large swarm of fireflies spread across a large black tarp down below. It was only after the moon peaked out of its wispy cover did I realise I was staring at the same sleeping town whence we just were moments ago.

"Do you remember?" I turned to look at you; my silence giving both answer and question of mine.

"Heh… I guess it was quite some time back huh…" You take a few steps closer to the viewing point of the knoll, and sighed audibly before slowing to a stop. You did not even have to beckon to have me get closer to what you wanted to show me.

"This place… means a lot to me so I'd thought we'd celebrate today's occasion in an appropriate fashion." I was both confused and curious as to why this place held so much sentimental value to you, but thought if I let you continue your monologue you would satisfy both my curiosity and lechery.

"Master…" I went right up to your side and hugged you around your waist. I nuzzled you gently with my nose before glancing upwards. What I saw was a sight to behold: The whistling wind was tousling your hair into a gentle waving motion, bringing out the seductiveness in your pair of adoring eyes that I knew held that gentle look only for me, finished off with the most heart-melting trembling half-smile. You were making me just as emotional and vulnerable as you were feeling right at that moment, and just at the height of the moment, you suddenly tackled me onto the ground.

The world spun 90° as you pinned me against the soft cushion of green, leaving me no chance to find out what made my heart accelerate twice as fast.

"Len…" I shuddered as your sexy deep pronunciation of my name reached even my tail. You brought a hand over to caress my left cheek gently. In my current state of sensitivity where even the grass beneath were tickling me, it felt as if you were going to melt me with that molten touch of yours.

"Mastaa…" I started to realise I must have landed with my head lower down the slope, as it was easy for you to discover how all the blood was now in my face.

"Don't look at me like that Len." I felt my legs being lifted off the ground, my thighs brought above the waist. "You know I can't resist."

I then feel my waist rise slightly above the ground as you press your body weight onto me. My hole yawns open and easily accepts most of your girth, filling me with that long-desired warmth I was looking for. It felt really different when you were passionately thrusting into me; Something about the open field gave my stomach a fluttery feeling different from the ones I get other times.

This whole experience was something I loved about you too. Everyday could be spent with passion without me ever tiring of you. I entertained that thought as I returned your invading tongue with the gentle nibble I knew you go crazy over, confirming it in the two dilated pupils that were inches away from my face. I could not endure you shooting laser beams into my eyes for so long so I tried to look past you by pulling your face into the nape of my neck, having my vision trained on the splendour of the night sky.

Suddenly, my head buzzed fervently as shards of lost memories flooded back in. That full moon… The same lush bed of grass… And now… That same scent in my nostrils. I had my eyes memorise every single detail of the giant pearl glowing above us before closing them as I focused on inhaling your smell. It was an intoxicating moment; Your hold on me was firm, yet gentle, as you thrusted in and out of my love-hole.

"Haa… Haa… Master…" I cooed into your ear as a sharp exhale of yours hits directly on that sensitive spot on my back. "T-Thank you for all… Haa… of this… Haa…" I did not know whether it was because I was getting caught up in the moment or the lack of sleep getting to me, but my feelings started gushing out with my tears.

"Hmm? What do you mean 'all of this'?" You smirked as you knew making me spell out every embarrassing detail of my love for you was the best way to tease me.

"Ah… Erm… You know… This!"

"What's this?"

"You know what I mean!"

"Maybe I do, maybe I don't? So why not tell me?"

"I hate you."

"I love you too." You proceed to deny me of any protest as you slam deeper into me.

You muffle my mewls by locking your tongue with mine, forcing me to arch backwards as you build both of us towards our climax. My tail twists into all kinds of shapes and symbols as the rest of my body is pressed into the hot body mold of yours.

"MMMMMHHHH!" A scream rises up my throat everytime you ram into my prostrate deep inside my ass, but more precum came out of me than voice. My shota dick pulsed in rhythm to your beat, albeit its throbbing growing in intensity each time round.

Closer… I start bucking my hips in sync with yours.

Hotter... My toes curl along with my snaking tail.

It was almost here… And then with a final thrust of yours…

"AAAAAAHHNNNNNNNN!" A chimera of moans and sexual release let itself be lost into the night sky as I felt your hot liquid fill me. The milky honey on my chest was then sandwiched between us as you promptly collapsed on me.

"Haa… Haa…" I could not tell whose panting was louder as you position us into a cuddle.

"Len? What's wrong?" You suddenly hold me at arm's length as you gaze concernedly into my eyes.

It took me a second to realise beads of salty water were sliding down my cheeks.

"Mmmn…" I shook my head ever so slightly to assure you I was fine before continuing.

"I… I know… I'm just… I just don't deserve to have such a nice Master like you…" Another wave of tears rehydrated the salt flats on the puffy mounds below my eyes.

"Len…" It was rare to hear how moved you were just through your voice.

"I… I… I love you Master… So… So… I just wanted to let you know… Thank you for keeping me by your side. Thank you for celebrating my birthday with me. Thank you for— Mmn?" You slap your left hand over my mouth, effectively silencing me mid-sentence.

"Wait… Let's back up for a moment… Birthday…?" I mirrored your confusion as your eyebrows tilted to show how incredulous you felt. Your eyes flicked away for a second as you searched your head for an answer. With your libido out of the way, it was no surprise it took you less than a second to find one.

"Ahahaha… I see… I see…" The way you breathed in as you said that made me inclined to ask "What? What?" while pouting for an explanation.

"Len… Oh you silly Len…" Your expression melts back into one of love and adoration. "Len… You really don't remember this place?"

"Huh? Wasn't this where we first celebrated my birthday together?" It was a weird feeling to have my throat dry up at the fear of having such a precious memory ruined by whatever truth-bomb you were about to drop on me.

"No, you silly neko." That chuckle of yours began to test my patience.

"This…" You theatrically waved your hand to present the surrounding to me. "Was the very place we first met, Len."

I felt my throat dry up for a completely different reason.

"I will never forget the day you came into my life Len. Never." With no ability to reply I simply gazed back into your watering eyes.

"This place holds a very special meaning to me… Just as much as the 5th anniversary of us meeting means to me… No…" You correct yourself in my stead. "To both of us."

You pull me into a hug where I spent the next few minutes enjoying your body warmth under the cascading moonlight in silence.

After a few more minutes of cuddling on the grass, I decided to take advantage of the moment.

"Master…"

"Yes Len?"

"…I love you."

"And I love you too Len." I feel you glide up and across my stomach as I witness the same look you wear as a precursor to our long nights of love-making.

"About that birthday of yours…"

I grin before silencing your lips with mine.

THE END

Afterword:

Hi it's me, SchrodingerNeko! Finally after so many years I have released the last installation for the 4 part series "4 Meetings with You Again". Thank you all so much to those that "favourited" my stories! It really means a lot to me!

I wrote most of these stories simply because I felt there was a lack of good erotic stories involving Neko Len lying around (only M rated stories only have that 'oompf' you know) so do feel free to leave a comment on what you thought about the series! If you guys really liked it, maybe I might have some time to come up with a similar series?

Once again, thanks to those from Singapore, UK and US (I'm sorry US readers, I was taught British English so some of you may be irked by the spelling) who took the effort to read through the whole thing!

Ciao!

SchrodingerNeko.