It was a dark, saturday evening. The foggy clouds drifted over the bright, full moon. The stars light up the sky like the 4th of july. Everyone was asleep; but one.
Thomas sat on his desk chair infront of his window. It was open and the cold breeze, swayed his navy-blue curtains back and forth. His mini, lava-lamp light up his dark and gloomy room, it stood upon his computer desk. The walls were a dirty white and was covered in posters of woman in skimpy wear. An average-teenage boy's room. Typical. Thomas wore his black glasses, as he watched the last glimpes of the sun as it disappeared in the horizon, and the moon replaced its shine. He had been living in a abandoned house, ever since he ran away from home. He had seen hismother, a well-respected woman, being raped by his step-father. He didn't know what to do. So he ran away from a fear, that would soon face him yet again.
The house was a few bus-stops from his school and before it was boarded-up with planks of wood, it looked well-maintanced. He came across it last Halloween, with some friends. They had dared him to go inside, and of course, he didn't want to seem like a coward.
The sun vanished. He stood from the chair and closed the big windows shut. As he pulled then curtains shut, he heard a smash. Glass smashing. It was impossible; he was the only one in the house, he was sure. Positive. He went to his dresser and pulled out his pocket knife. Quietly walking out of the room, he came to the corridor.
The abandoned house used to be a Girl's Soroity House, fifty years ago. Many teachers at Thomas' school used to live here. Before the fire. It was seemed to be a accident. They were having a party and they were cooking; no one was supervising the kitchen, to witness it burn down in flames. Ten survivors. Forty dead.
Thomas pushed his hands into his trouser pocket and took out his mini torch. He shone it to the wall infront of him. There was a door. He'd never noticed it before. He was confused. He moved closer to the wooded down and pressed his right ear to it. There was a muffling noise coming from behind the wall. It sounded like voices; girly voices. Soon, Thomas could make out the conversation, between what seemed to be, two girls.
"I'm so bored." said one girl.
"I know right. Just because we hanged Mrs. Turner's knicker-boxers on the flag pole, we're grounded." the other girl sounded tired.
Thomas wondered who was this 'Mrs. Turner' and how these girls had gotten into the house. His curiosity grew to the limit. He couldn't wait any longer. He put his hand on the door knob and twisted it slightly; the girls went silent. He twisted it till it couldn't turn anymore, and then he opened it very slowly.
As the door creaked, he poked his head through the gap. Suddenly a bright light, blinded Thomas' vision. When he opened his eyes, everything changed. He was peering into the room of a two teenage girl's. The walls were painted bright pink and had posters of famous rock bands. The two girls were sitting down on the edge of one bed, as another bed was opposite it. Strangely, these girl's weren't normal; they had cat ears.
Cat ears. They were poking out of the girl's carefully, brushed hair. The first girl had dark brown ears, that poked out from her lush, blonde hair. She had pale skin and shimmering green eyes that dazzled Thomas. The second girl looked more cat-like. Her ears were the same colour as her hair; deep red. Her eyes were aqua blue and she had very light freckles that covered hair nose and her upper cheeks. Also she had three thin whiskers that poked out from each of her cheeks.. Both girls were wearing white shirts and pink knickers. All three of the teens were silent until....
"OH MY GOSH! THERE'S A PERV IN OUR ROOM!" screamed the blonde one. She took a fully-thickened pillow from behind her and dragged Thomas from the corridor and slammed the door shut. Soon she was beating him with her weapon. The red-headed girl tried to save the boy; she got up and pulled her violent friend away.
"LIBBY!" yelled the red-headed to her violent friend who was called Libby, ", there's no need to beat the boy to death. But he does need an explanation." She looked at the battered boy on the floor.Thomas had been staring at her knickers that vivdly showed her pussy. He got up from the floor.
"I was just in my room and I heard something, and the next thing I know, I'm here." He was very nervous. He had never been near girls before nor seen them in their undies.
"Mary, you can't seriously believe this perv?" she pulled herself of Mary's grasp. Though Mary wasn't listening and neither was Thomas. They were staring into each other's eyes. It was like they were communicating without words.
"Yes. I do, Libby," she smiled at the boy and headed to her desk, where laid a pile of cookies on a plate, " would you like one?" She held out the plate, which was infront of her breasts. Thomas looking at her breasts, took his hands and grabbed a cookie. He soon grew a dent in his pants. Libby noticed it immediatly.
"SEE!" she pointed at his erection, "He ISa pervert. He doesn't want that cookie, he wants you cookie in your pants!" Thomas blushed and so did Mary.
"Well, maybe I should give him what he wants!" grinned Mary.