Katrina purred contently as she stretched out on her plush sofa waiting for her fiancé Bret to come home. It had been nearly a week since the last time she’d seen him and they’d only been together long enough for a nooner before his work dragged him across state lines and away from her bed but he was going to be back soon and he was going to lose his mind when he saw her. She’d been planning it for nearly a month at any rate. A detail that made it maddening that she wasn’t completely certain she could hold out another six minutes. Already she was soaked through her panties and fighting a losing battle to keep her fingers away from her clit. Instead she was just grinding her thighs together and that was just making it worse.
She wasn’t certain if Bret had set her up on purpose or not. It was always difficult to tell with him what he let slip on purpose and what he didn’t. She remembered the night rather well; he’d been on his laptop when she’d surprised him by showing up almost an hour early. Whatever he’d been looking at had him clearly aroused and equally it seemed embarrassed. He quickly shut down the site and even did a quick dump of his history. It was just his luck that she’d got bored or curious and decided to wander through the cookies until she found what she assumed was the site he’d been checking out.
The website was called Cosplay Cuties and featured hundreds of girls, some professional models most amateur fans dressed up as characters. Katrina was enough of a gamer that she recognized the Chun Li’s, Lara Crofts and Princess Zeldas. She’d seen enough anime that Android 18, Sakura from Naruto and Seras Victoria from Hellsing were all instantly recognizable. A lot of the other characters though were too obscure for her to name. She’d known from when they’d gotten into E3 that he was kinda into cosplay, but to be fair she’d assumed that any group of half naked women would turn his head, and he’d always had a thing for Asian girls.
Following more of the trail Bret had left she found two more sites and both of them were completely dedicated to catgirls. Some of the costumes were intricate going as far as gluing fur to some of the girls to recreate Felicia from Darkstalkers. One had a girl painted like the tiger girl from the web comic Two Kinds which had recently become one of Katrina’s favorite web comics, right behind 8-Bit Theatre and The Least I Could Do. Most of the costumes weren’t nearly that intricate though. A pair of cat ears and a tail seemed to be enough to get by. Particularly if the girl was willing to the extra mile.
The extra mile was the tail. If a girl had a tail she was going to get front page attention. It was good if the tail hung from some kind of elaborate harness but the real cream of the crop girls had them . . . inserted. Every picture of a girl with a plug tail had a mile of comments following it.
Katrina had to admit that there was some kind of allure to the women dressed up, particularly as animals. Then there was the fact that she loved that look in his eyes, the one she got when she did something so right that he needed her, she craved that hunger. If this was going to get that out of him it was worth a few bucks.
The next time she was out of town she’d started getting the things she’d need to pull off her stunt. It started with a pair of perky cat ears set to a decorative comb. She’d chosen a pair that were honey blond with dark tips that nearly matched her own flaxen mane. It had taken her twenty minutes to get them just right the first time so they wouldn’t fall out and at the same time blended so seamlessly with her hair that almost looked real. Since then she’d gotten enough practice that it was only a few minutes to get it in place.