Jon Reskind: The neighborhood pet

"You don't know it, darling, but you had me very worried… after this morning," the young wife almost tearfully whispered in her choked-up happiness at having him back home with her. "I-I was afraid you might hate me for what I did… and Karen could just never stand that, you handsome beauty!" Irresistibly, she haunched down and hugged him to her. "Oh, you're so sweet, baby… please forgive me? I promise, I'll never do anything so wicked to you again…!"

He was both tired and thirsty, but the enthralled Satyr would have contentedly given himself to her caresses indefinitely, had she not of her own volition sighed, then straightened. It was then that he went to his water-dish while she watched for a moment before going on with other things to busy her. He lay down in his special place once his thirst was quenched, stretching out on the cool of the flooring to watch her, his big, played out body filled with gladness at being home with her once more…

Had anyone ever told her that the mere sight and presence of a dog could fill her with such elation, or so completely put her mind at ease, Karen would have thought them batty. But as she went about washing cupboards with a fresh burst of energy, occasionally stealing glances at the now sleeping animal, it occurred to her that the handsome Satyr was no ordinary canine friend. There was something exceptionally unique about him that caused the irrational little flutters inside her when she looked at him.

She self-consciously blushed as she realized this and tried to remember if her feelings toward him had been the same before… before she had let him lick her there. God, she couldn't remember, not really. Perhaps, they'd existed from the beginning, but it had been this morning's sensually firing incident that had made her wholly conscious of them.

She thought these things as she feverishly scrubbed the unending cupboards, surprised at her ever lessening feeling of guilt and revitalized excitement with the vivid memory of the forbiddenly obscene act of the German shepherd licking her under her panties. God, she could still feel his searing, long, thick tongue parting her softly curling pubic hair and splaying through the sensitive flesh of her passion-moistened vaginal lips, the lustful recollection in itself enough to provoke a new wetness between her full, hot thighs. Oh, this would never do! She had to get hold of herself and put such lurid, bestial thoughts from her mind! They were utterly abominable, and it must never happen again!

By the same token, she wasn't going to take any more chances of having something happen to him! She would keep him at home with her, take him out on his leash when necessary and that would be that. Maybe it would be better for everyone after Aunt Janie did come and get him… though the confused young wife knew she was going to miss him terribly. And then, she began to think more profoundly of the aunt who had just about raised her.

The attractive woman had always been a vibrant person, leaning a bit toward the impishly wild side, Karen mused, but while Uncle Bill was alive he'd seemed to have been able to pacify her. Karen had only seen her once following the funeral, up until her aunt had personally delivered Satyr to their home the week before. Actually, she had been quite surprised at her older relative's vivacity and modish style of dress. She looked more like a gay young bachelorette than a middle-aged widow… and the way she had bent down to kiss the whining German shepherd with tears in her eyes… God, come to think of it, while she was in that position, Karen remembered, Satyr had tried to nuzzle his handsome head under her skirt between her legs…! He had! She suddenly recalled the whole scene, tiny, odd sensations responding inside her with the recollection! Was it possible? Had… had Aunt Janie actually taught him his naughty little tricks… perhaps, even bought him for that purpose…?

The ringing of the telephone brought her back to the immediate and she hustled into Steve's study to answer it with the awakened Satyr two steps behind her.

"Oh, hi Steve darling," she smilingly said, recognizing his voice.

"How's my baby?" his gentle tone questioned.

"Fine, and keeping busy with her housework," she answered. "How's my breadwinner doing… making a lot of money for us, I hope?"

He hesitated. "As a matter of fact, that's one of the things I called you about… in fact, the main thing, honey. Something unexpected's come up that's going to postpone our plans tonight… and if I land it, it'll be the biggest policy I've sold yet! It's J.L. Woodward, you know, the wealthy Cadillac dealer…!"

Karen couldn't help her disappointment, nor could she hide it either. This night was going to mean so much to her, especially after last night and this morning… "But what about our going out for cocktails and dinner, Steve? I had so planned on it. Do you have to see him tonight of all nights…?"

"Oh, come on, doll, let's be sensible," he replied, slight irritation in his tone. "You know my appointments have to be at their convenience, and I've worked on this one for weeks! Maybe you didn't hear me right, Karen, but this will be the biggest policy I've written yet!"

Damn, she could almost cry, she was that angry! Even though she knew he was absolutely right it hardly lessened her sense of chagrin. "Oh… oh, what can I say but all right!"

"Golly, darling, I'm sorry," he apologized, his usual tender voice attempting to sooth her. "I know I promised, and how much you planned on it, but won't it be okay if we do it later on in the week? We'll even enjoy it more, hon, especially if I sell old J.L…"

"Yes… I'm sorry, too, Steve. I'm just being selfish again," Karen managed, attempting to reconcile herself. "You'll be home for dinner then at the usual time?"

"Well… no, I won't hon. That is, I'm to have cocktails and dinner with the Woodwards at their mansion," her uneasy husband feebly informed. "Actually, I'll probably be rather late, though I'll try to hustle it up…"

His admission was like rubbing salt in an open cut! She just couldn't keep the knifing bitterness out of her tone. "Really! Well, don't bother to hustle at all! Just take your time and enjoy yourself, Mr. Smith…!"

"Damnit! Please, Karen, try to understand, will you?" he begged, something of a pleading whimper filling her ear.

"I'll make every effort!" Karen uncontrollably responded, no longer attempting to hide her cold resentment, and with that, she hung up, bursting into tears and heading toward the bedroom for the good cry that had been plaguing her since the night before!

Once or twice, after her tears had dried, Karen thought that she dozed, but she doubted that she'd really slept. On the floor beside the bed, Satyr faithfully lay watching the open doorway into the hall with the keen eyes of a posted sentry. She smiled when she saw him there, his welcomed presence lessening the loneliness she might have felt. She swung her feet to the floor, sitting on the edge of the bed to reach down and pet him. Immediately, he arose, crowding affectionately against her legs, finally settling his big head contentedly in her lap.

"Have you been guarding me, baby?" she softly spoke in the voice which seemed to please him? "You're a real angel, sweetheart… and I guess it's just you and me for the rest of the evening," she resignedly added, stroking the soft crown of his furry head. "But I suppose it could be worse, couldn't it?"

He raised his head and before she realized his intentions, his warm, moist tongue quickly darted out to brush hotly against her lips. In a natural reaction, Karen drew her face back away, surprised, yet not repelled. In fact, the loving wet contact sent an unexpected sensation fluttering through her! For a long moment, she stared deeply into his wide brown eyes, taking his handsome head between her small hands. He had kissed her and he knew it! The devilish glimmer in his guileless eyes gave him away! Slowly, she leaned forward, holding his face warmly, then near breathless, she parted her moistened, lush lips with her slightly exposed, tiny pink tongue…! Unhesitantly, his longer, thick one gently touched it in a fiery caress.