Perhaps in a flirtatious gesture, that afternoon I put on an olive-green dress with pink polka dots and some striped sandals that matched a brown sling bag. Underneath my dress, in another madness, I was wearing a lingerie of lace and transparencies. My whole body smelled of peaches and almonds and my black hair, as always, fell on my back and shoulders.
When Andrew opened the door, his eyes immediately shone and he hurried to hug me and kiss me on the cheek.
Come in and sit down, he said effusively and hastily. I sat on one of the furniture upholstered in blue cloth. Immediately I felt a strange smell.
"Does it smell strange or is it my nose?" I asked, looking at the environment devoid of furniture and ornaments, but with lots of cushions.
"What does it smell like?: he said, lifting his nose as if he could smell better. Everything at this moment smells like you to me," he said, looking me in the eyes and taking a lock of my black hair.
"Seriously, man, I smell something. It smells like a cat to me."" I remember finishing that sentence and slowly a blue-eyed Siamese brown cat appeared, stopped in the middle of the room and stared at me. The cat meowed with suspicion.
"No, you mean it smells like a cat," said Andrew rising from the sofa to take in his hands the animal that immediately settled in his arms. He caressed her from the back to the tail. "I present Penelope, she is the princess of the house," he said kissing her, while I felt that the animal in a gesture of zeal dodged the lips of Andrew and kept her eyes on me.
"I particularly don't like cats, so we'd better start studying,"" I said, trying not to get Andrés too close or to get him to put the animal in my lap. Andrés took the hint and threw the cat to the floor, and went to look for the books in another room. When Andres left the room, the cat that had remained in a corner, walked slowly towards me without moving his blue eyes from mine and when he arrived almost at my feet, he showed me his small and sharp fangs.
That gesture frightened me, but immediately Andrés entered talking about I don't know what.
"I don't like cats,"" I repeated again because I was really starting to feel uncomfortable with the presence of the feline.
"She won't hurt you. Penelope is the most beautiful little girl there is. Aren't you, princess?" said Andrés in a mellow tone to the animal, who immediately jumped to her legs and began to purr.
In order not to seem spoiled and full of fears, but to understand my restlessness, I took out the notebook and turned on the laptop. Andrés realized my discomfort and took the cat to another room and closed the door.
As we got into the studying, the hours passed, when Andrés took the computer from my legs and lured me to him. He kissed me first, lightly, and then more intensely. The kiss was so intense that I moaned. He separated and said: "You do like Penelope."
"What are you talking about,?" I said without understanding what I had heard.
"That's what Penelope does when I pamper her and I consent," he said as if he were giving me the results of the lottery.
"Excuse me, I have to go to the bathroom. Tell me where it is, please," I said trying to get out of that moment.
He hurried to take me and to my surprise, the cat was lying on the carpet in the bathroom. From the floor she looked at me in a dismissive way and with a fixed gaze. I told Andrés that with the cat in the bathroom he couldn't do anything. Apparently, my attitude exasperated him, because he simply turned around and left me alone in the bathroom. Without being able to move forward, I stayed in the middle of the road not knowing what to do. The feline saw me in a challenging way: immobile, imperturbable. Few times have I felt so much fear of an animal as that day. Fear ran evenly all over my body, so I stood there in front of her in a forced silence, as if fear was squeezing my neck. I decided to enter in spite of her presence and that is the last thing I remember of that afternoon.
Now I spend my days with Andrés, who always carries me in his arms and gently caresses my black fur. Sometimes I see him reaching for her, Penelope, who puts on my lace lingerie and lies on top of Andrés. At night I hear her purr and she moans of heat, while in the dark, I show my fangs and yawl with yearning .
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