An Evening with Delia

THE WAY SHE IS NOW

It had been ages since I last saw Delia and I was trembling with excitement to see her again after all this time. I climbed the stairs to her small flat and by the time I reached the top landing, I was breathless both from the physical exertion of climbing the stairs and the anticipation of seeing my beautiful babydoll.

I collected myself before ringing her doorbell. My mind flashed back to our first time together when I found her roaming Central Park dressed as some otherworldly cat creature – practically naked – and I took her home with me. We spent a glorious week together with her playing housecat and me taking the role of the spinster aunt who adopted a feral kitten who grows into a loving kitty.

After that initial episode, we saw each other a couple of times and advanced our role play to something much more sinister...but always with much love – and lovemaking – in our infrequent visits.

We communicated from time to time and we exchanged the occasional photo set. Our roles were evolving over time. Delia was becoming a beautiful woman and had lately become the starlet of a small circle of new friends. I was battling the creep of age and had become more and more the spinster aunt in real life, scaling back my activities to match my declining self-image.

When Delia invited me to see her again, I jumped at the chance to see her and perhaps revive our relationship and perhaps get out of my self-imposed reclusion. In honesty, I was both happy and sad to see Delia develop without me. She was truly too lovely a creature to remain sheltered, yet I secretly envied her youth, sex appeal and social life with others.

At last I raised a shaking finger to ring the doorbell. The door opened quickly and instantly Delia was there before me. I think I staggered back a step in surprise at the suddenness of her and then another step back when I drank in the sight of her. I sucked air, trying to keep from fainting.

My once untutored kitten was now a raving beauty.