0 comments/ 8710 views/ 8 favorites Meeting Cassie Thorne By: Rederotic As I pulled my suitcases out of the taxi trunk, I heard my name being yelled. I glanced up to see Jacob walking down his driveway, a smile on his face, "Hey man, how's it going?" His words came out in a jovial manor, and as he came to stand next to me, I cocked an eyebrow at him. Instantly the smile that had been plastered on his face faded and he nodded, "Yeah, I suppose I should already know the answer to that." He raised his arms in the air for a quick hug. He slapped his hand a couple times on my back before backing off, "Well, at least you can relax now dude. Get away from all the shit, you know?" I nodded slowly, rest was what I needed. The past couple of weeks had been so chaotic, that I had lost track of time. Time that I could have spent being productive were lost to the same repeated fights. A lot of things suffered because of the break up- my job, my social life, and to a lesser extent my health. For the most part, if I wasn't arguing with Anna, I was sitting down with a bottle and a shot glass. "At the very least being out of New York will be enough." I tacked on. While moving to the big city had been a boon for my professional life, it was hard to say that I thrived in the environment. All the noise, people and constant hustle were maddening. Here, out in the country air, everything was calming. You could hear the wind over the buzz of voices. It allowed you to think, instead of screaming at things to shut up over and over again. Jacob nodded and beckoned toward the large house behind him, "I guess you haven't been here since the new place was completed?" Jacob had been my friend for a very long time, so his sudden shift of topic wasn't carelessness, it was a carefully planned move. I turned and glanced at the structure in front of us. Jacob had been doing fairly well for himself. The home he had built only served to show that. It stood two stories, but what I could see was limited by the thick brush that hid the rest from view. From what Jacob had described though, it was a mansion compared to anything either of us had lived in as children. And clearly dwarfed my single room apartment back in the city. "Impressive." The word came out dry, but I slapped him on the shoulder and gave a small smile to let him know I wasn't being droll entirely on purpose. He nodded and headed back up the driveway, motioning for me to follow him up to the house. Jacob was only a couple inches shorter than my six even feet. His mop of brown hair was well kept, gelled in a conservative fashion, but just enough to not look like an old man. He was a bit on the pasty side, which pronounced his bright blue eyes to an odd level. I followed and continued to examine the house as we walked toward it, and placed a hand against my forehead to shade my eyes from the twelve o'clock sun. It really was an impressive home. If anyone deserved it, it was Jacob. A flutter of a curtain near the front door caught my eye, but I only saw a hand retreat, "Got someone else over, dude?" Jacob stopped in his tracks, one foot planted on the bottom of the steps that would take us to the front door, "I don't live alone. I've told you that, right?" He turned on me, a quizzical expression on his face. As far as I had ever been aware, he had been living alone for a long time. Jake was a good guy, but he had always had difficulties with finding a girl that would stick around. They would hover around for a month or two, before taking off. "You neglect to tell me something?" I asked, passing him one of the two large bags to carry up the steps. He shook his head, "Yeah, I guess I never told you. Which is fucking weird since I've been with this one for just over a year now." He said the number, and instinctively I reached up and gave him a light tap on the back of the head, "You have someone in your life for that long, and you don't tell one your best friends?" The words come out as a scold. More often than not, I would hear about a girl a few days in. Had we really been that busy? He hefted the bag up and began to make his way up the steps, "Well, she's awesome dude, I think you'll get along great." Without adding to the conversation, I began to make my own way up and enter through the front door. Inside, I was blasted by a wave of cool air, which is a blessing compared to the dry heat outside of the house. I took in my surroundings as I closed the door and nodded slowly, "Did I already say impressive?" I asked, dropping the handle of my bag and stepping next to Jake, "Like seriously dude, this place had to have cost a fortune." Jake shrugged a bit, "Enough to keep me in the banks pocket for a long time." He chuckled at the thought, with a slow shake of his head, "Well, I know you're probably a bit exhausted. So let me show you to the guest room so you can take some time to yourself." He led me up the stairs to the room where I would be spending the next few weeks and left me to my own devices, telling me that he would be in the kitchen if I needed anything. With a slap on the shoulder, Jake was gone and for the first time in a very long time, I was alone. I pulled my suit cases into the room and closed the door, dropping on to the bed and letting out a deep breath. I had been with Anna for nearly six years. For the most part, it was a good relationship. Anna had been very supportive of my career. She was intelligent, and beautiful. Somehow though, something went wrong. I was working a lot- ten or sometime twelve hours a day. My career was taking a priority as I entered the second half of my twenties. I was trying to make something of myself. While I was attempting to do that, I ended up neglecting Anna in the long run. That is where I played my part in the break up. She ended up telling me she wanted to leave, and began getting vile. She would blame me for where she was in her own life, saying that instead of focusing on herself, she focused on me. That of course, was not true. Anna had wanted many different things. She wanted to act, or sing, or one of any number of jobs. She hardly ever pursued any of them. She lacked drive, and it was obvious. Now, many times I offered to help her pay to go to school. Other times, I told her that if she just wanted to stay home, I could easily support us both. Yet somehow, it was all my fault she was where she was. Regardless, it was one slanderous remark after another, and it turned in to an avalanche of arguments. It had taken a toll on me, and I began to drink a lot. When Anna finally moved out. It was all I really did. I would work with a bottle perched on my desk. And when I was done, I would polish it off and order another. All in all, it was destructive. I knew I needed to get away, readjust, and just take some time for myself. Between the job and trying to keep things afloat with Anna, I had not spent a minute for myself in a very long time. I ran my hands across my face and let out another deep breath. Being back home made it feel like I could actually breathe again. It had been at least three years since I have made time for a visit. I had almost forgotten how calm things could be outside of the city. How quiet it was without a car zipping by every half second. Or how clean everything was for that matter. As I cleared my head of my past few weeks' ordeals, I heard voices coming through the ventilation, "So, how's he doing?" A female voice cut through first, while it was the furthest from being familiar, she had a cutesy tone to her. "Like someone dropped him in a ball of shit." Jake cut in second, and from what I could tell, there was a trace of concern in his voice. I couldn't blame him for that. Until I called Jake, I had been quiet about the entire ordeal. He was the first person outside of the city that I had spoken to about it. When I had told him that I was drinking too much, and how difficult it all had been, he had told me to fly out almost immediately. We had been friends for ages, and he didn't want to see me go through all of that. So, I had taken as much leave from work as I could allow myself, and had my ticket in hand a few hours later. I stood from the queen sized bed and moved my way in to the attached bathroom. I braced my hands on the counter top. I stared at myself for a minute. Jake was right, I looked like shit. My dark brown hair had not had attention in a while, and even though I had not slept, it looked I had been in bed for a day straight. The subtle beard I kept was disheveled and untrimmed, random hairs spurting underneath my normal cut and down my neck. I turned the faucet on and splashed some water on my face. I stared at myself again, taking note of the heavy bags underneath my eyes. I groaned at myself, trying to express my disdain for my current state. I was stronger than this, at least I thought. I glanced back at the bedroom at the cozy looking bed. I should have tried to get some sleep. I had not had a good rest in quite a few days. Of course, it was daylight out, and I had a hard enough time sleeping when the moon was actually out. Deciding that sleep would not happen even if I tried, I retrieved one of my cases and dug out my hygiene products. A lot of people run with the theory that if you look good, you'll feel good too. I was here to try and feel better, so wallowing would have to stop. I cleaned up my facial hair, brushed my teeth, and slopped some product into the mess of hair atop my head. When I was done, I looked a bit better. The bags were still present, but that would have to wait. [--] I left the room and headed downstairs, the echoes of Jake and his girl's voices allowed me to locate the kitchen without a problem. As I entered, I saw Jake sitting at a marble countertop in the middle of the room. He had a bowl in front him, and was flipping through a magazine. He looked up as I did and nodded in my direction, "I figured you'd be asleep." He said, flipping the magazine shut and sliding it away from himself, "Hungry?" While I probably could have used a bite to eat that wasn't airline food, I shook my head, "Just don't really feel like sleeping." "Fair enough," before saying anything else, he motioned to the corner of the kitchen just out of my sight. I glanced around the corner as I properly entered the kitchen, "Garret, this is Cassie," he motioned to me, "and Cassie, this is Garret. Who I have known since the beginning of time." I rounded the corner fully to see who Jake had been pointing out. Cassie was leaning against one of the counter tops opposite Jake. She was a short woman, floating somewhere between five foot, and five-three. She appeared to be in excellent shape, though it was hard to tell with the baggy sweater she had over her t-shirt. He hips were generous in size for a girl as petite as her. She cracked a smile as our eyes met and waved, "Nice to meet you!" Though I tried not to, I stared a bit. Cassie was a beautiful girl. Her dark eyes shone as she smiled, and the black hair on her head cascaded around her thin face perfectly. While not tanned, she also wasn't a pale ghost, her skin appearing soft and unblemished. I nodded to her and waved slowly, "Yeah, nice to meet you too." I managed to pull my eyes way before I started to check her out more. Though I had to admit, I was impressed. While Jake was not an ugly guy, he had never managed to find one quite like Cassie. My stomach saved me from my thoughts by letting a heavy, audible growl loose. I stared at it for a moment, "You know, I think I could use something to eat." I admitted, pulling a stool out and taking a seat at the counter. Jake nodded immediately, "Cass, you mind throwing us some lunch together?" He asked. She paused at the request, but nodded shortly after," Yeah, I can do that." She spun around and began to go to work. While I tried not to, my eyes immediately landed on her backside as she moved around. The dark blue shorts she wore hugged her shapely ass. While I had noted her hips were quite full, I did not imagine that the ass they were paired with would be so nice. Cassie was clearly fond of working out, as her toned legs gave away immediately. Her ass was firm and round, and I could feel my cock twitch in response to her movements. I shook my head (mostly at myself) and looked to Jake, "So, you going to be very busy this week?" It was the first question I could think of, as I tried to distract myself from Jake's girlfriend moving around the kitchen. "A bit at least. I have a lot to get at work the next few weeks. Hopefully you can find some ways to entertain yourself though." He sounded guilty. It had been a long time since we had seen each other. Being in the city made it difficult to maintain ties. Jake was one of the few people I had managed to hang on to. I nodded, I wouldn't need anything crazy to keep myself going, I had come here with the idea of relaxing, and refocusing myself, "Yeah, I'll likely survive when you guys aren't around." "Well, at the very least Cass will usually be around." He assured me, "She only runs a small home business while working on some schooling online." He added. As she was brought up, again my eyes were drawn back to her. She still had her back to us, and I couldn't help but admire the shapely ass that was bobbing around. I closed my eyes and took in a breath. "Home business, doing what?" I asked, pulling my gaze away again. Jake didn't answer, but Cassie spun around and moved to the island, resting her elbows on it, "I make custom women's clothing." She said, plucking the collar of the sweater she was wearing. Standing closer, I could see the subtly emblazoned CT on the upper collar. "Very cool," I nodded my head, "And schooling, what are you doing?" She pushed away from the island and moved back to preparing lunch, "Well, I never finished high school, so I am finishing off a bunch of science stuff so I can maybe go into a nutrition and health field." I nodded again, unlike Anna, this one actually knew what she wanted to do. It was an admirable quality, "Looks like you've got a good one on your hands here," I tagged Jake lightly on the shoulder. [---] The rest of that first day passed quietly. We ate lunch, talked, and then Jake had to go and do something for work. When he did that, to save myself from ogling Cassie, I banished myself upstairs and tried to get some sleep. It goes without saying that it didn't work. But I at least got to pull the curtains and lay in the dark room and enjoy the quiet. I eventually did fall asleep, but it wasn't until much later in the night. As I awoke, I turned to check the alarm clock sitting next to me. 9:38 was flashing me in the face. I pulled myself out of bed, and gathered things to have a shower. As I cracked the door open, I heard nothing in the house. Apparently, Jake was at work. Based on just how quiet it was, I assumed Cassie was out as well. I crept out of the guest room and headed toward the shower. The room was massive, and held a large shower. There was no tub to speak of, but the shower could easily accommodate more than one person comfortably. I showered, dressed and readied myself for whatever my day would hold. I ate a quick breakfast after finding some eggs and bacon in the fridge. And then I kicked around in the living room, blindly flicking channels. As I was laying on the couch, I let out a deep sigh. I was bored. Normally I was very good at keeping myself busy. I would work, hit the gym, and work more. Now though, as I lay on the couch, I found myself immeasurably bored. I sat up and tapped my fingers on the table. I stopped and nodded. I recalled Jake mentioning that the pool was fair game at any point. So I went upstairs and changed into a pair of swim trunks. Doing laps at least in the pool would kill the need to work out. With my towel thrown over my shoulder, I proceeded out to the backyard. Jake had not skimped on the luxuries. He had a large area squared away with a barbeque built in, a fire pit down near the very back of his property, and a large pool taking up most of the space in between. As I made my way to the pool area, the chairs sitting in front of it came in to sight. Much to my surprise, Cassie was laying on one, a pink and black bikini leaving very little of her body hidden. Again, I felt a twitch in my groin. When we had met the day previous, it had been clear that she was in good shape. He legs were toned, and matched the curves of her gorgeous hips. She was laying on her back, so I was spared having to look at her entrancing ass. I let myself continue to stare at her. When she was in the kitchen, besides her legs and ass, she had been fairly well covered, hiding just how well shaped she really was. Her waist was thin and delicate, though the ton of her stomach gave away just how much she did work out. She was no body builder, but there wasn't a bit on her that was not tight. My eyes travelled up further, and I was greeted by a surprise. My cock twitched and grew a bit as my eyes landed on her breasts. They were round, full and larger than I had thought they would be. Her bikini top stretched and bulged to keep them in, but left an ample amount of cleavage. I took in a deep breath and swallowed hard. The day prior I had noted that Cassie was a beautiful woman, now I was convinced she was a goddess. I tried to steady my breathing as I stared at her. The sight of her body in the sun was making my cock stiffen, and I could feel it slide down my leg. The beads of sweat between her gorgeous tits looked welcoming, and I imagined stuffing my face between them. I had always had a thing for large tits. Cassie made it even worse. Her tits would have been large on another woman. On her tiny frame, there was hardly room between the two of them. Luckily for me, I had put sunglasses on, Cassie turned suddenly, and her lips spread into a smile as she spotted me, "Hey sleepyhead!" She greeted me calmly, and I tried my best to make it look like I had not been standing there long. "Hey Cass. How's the sun?" I asked throwing my towel onto a chair, doing my best to avoid ogling her more. "Perfect. Fancied a dip?" She asked, the smile on her lips still in place. I nodded, "I didn't think anyone would be here actually. Everything was so quiet." It may have been better off if no one had been around. "Yeah, Jake took off really early this morning. Taking most of yesterday off put him behind on some things, so he wanted to make up for it today." She explained, she then spread her arms out, "And I couldn't let this gorgeous day go to waste, so I wanted to start by relaxing, of course." I smirked, "Oh no, we couldn't let this sun go without company. I'm sure it would get lonely." I made sure I kept my swelling cock pointed away from Cassie as we spoke. The last thing I needed was for her to know I had been checking her out. If there was one way to make this visit as awkward as possible, it would be that. To save myself some effort I dove into the water immediately, "You know, Jake made it sound like you were so busy all the time, I didn't think you had time to keep in shape." Before I could start taking the laps, I spun around, "What do you mean?" She had sat up in her chair, her legs crossed in front of herself. She was leaning forward, and I was met with a full view of her cleavage. Even further, I felt my hard on increase, "Well, you clearly take care of yourself." She added lifting an arm to motion at me, "It's not often you find someone with abs by accident." I chuckled a bit, to me it sounded a bit nervous. If it was, she didn't indicate it, "Well, with my schedule the way it is, I have to find time for myself every now and then. With the city being as loud as it is, quiet is out of the question, and doing most things solitary just looks bad. Working out is one of the few ways I can relax." Meeting Cassie Thorne Cassie nodded slowly, "I get that. Though I do it more because of how it makes me feel. Like I can take on the world, you know?" She stretched, leaning back with her chest pressed forward. With her tits in full view my cock felt like it could burst. Immediately, I imagined sliding my dick between the two globes sitting on her chest, oiling up her breasts and letting them envelop my cock between them. Thrusting between their gorgeous mass, my hands squeezing them together the whole time. Just how stiff my cock had become was hard to ignore, it pressed against my leg, throbbing. Immediately I shook the idea from my head. I felt disgusted with myself. This woman, as magnificent as she was. Was with a good friend of mine? How could I imagine touching her body like that? How would it make her feel, to think that I was thinking such things? Immediately, I turned and began to swim my laps. If I worked hard enough, the thought would leave my head. That was the hope anyway, "Well, I have some work to do, so I'll catch you later, Garret. Enjoy your swim!" I stopped moving long enough to see her get up and walk away. Her hips wiggled with her steps, her tight ass taunting me the whole time. As she walked out of sight, I immediately began to swim, trying to work of the burning need to follow her. As I got out of the pool, I felt nothing in the way of relief. If anything, the thoughts in my head began to get worse. I ran my hands down my face as I walked, scooping my towel up and wrapping it around my waist. If I was lucky, I wouldn't encounter her on my way to shower off. [---] As I had hoped, Cassie was nowhere in sight as I made my way to the upstairs to quickly shower. When I was done I hid myself back in the guest room and lay on my back. Staring up at the ceiling, I could feel my cock still hard underneath the fabric of my boxers. It had been a long time since I felt this way. Anna had been a beautiful girl. She was taller than Cassie, with long toned legs, thinner hips, and was fit as could be. Gorgeous abs, and a pair of perky, full tits. Yet Cassie, she caused my body to react like a teenager finding his first porn video. My mind could only imagine touching her, and taking her as mine. Though I still felt disgusted. She was not for me. She was a good friends. As I lay on my back I let out a small groan. Frustrated with myself for how I was feeling. [---] I managed to whittle away the rest of the day quietly. I threw on some hiking boots and went on a quiet walk to some places I remembered as a child. A quiet waterfall tucked in the back woods not far out of my hometown. I grabbed a coffee and ventured through the park. While all of it was calming, at that point I was just thankful that I could get my head off of Anna, and my other problems. When I returned back to Jakes, I was thankful to find that he was home. Even if I had to be around Cassie, having Jake to talk to would ease things a bit. As I returned, they were in the kitchen, working on preparing dinner. I was pleased, and yet a little bit disappointed that Cassie was dressed similarly to how she had been last night, hiding at least some of her tantalizing figure from view. We ate dinner in the kitchen, and as Jake and I regaled Cassie with stories of our childhood, I felt a heavy weight lift off my shoulders. At the very least it appeared that the trip would have some benefits. Being around my old friend reminded me what it felt like to actually be relaxed. Not just content with things around you. The clock ticked fairly late into the night before the three of us all headed to bed. When my head hit the pillow I was out a lot quicker than I had expected. [---] The next few days passed in a calm and enjoyable light. Cassie showed me where their work out room had been hiding. She told me that Jake hardly used it anymore because of work, so it would be nice to have someone to share it with. With a place to work out, and the sights of my old home for me to indulge in, the trip soon began to take on a soothing feel. I made many attempts to make sure I was hardly ever alone with Cassie. Ever since the pool, I found myself casting lingering glances whenever she was around. Even if I told myself many time to not do it. So I found it best to avoid her all together. Many walks were worked in to the process. That was until the end of the first week. I awoke early in the morning, sometime around six o'clock to hear Jake and Cassie moving around the upper floor. I heard the shower, and plenty of shuffling around in their room down the hall. I only pulled myself out of bed when I heard the door shut. There was total quiet in the house. With their morning bustle calmed down, I gathered my things and headed for the shower. My body was re-acquainting with the amount of exercise I had been giving it, and my muscles were sore and tense. I cranked up the heat and allowed myself to take plenty of time just sitting under the heat. Once I had finally finished I stepped out and toweled off. The cool air felt good against my skin after the shower, so I put of dressing, and went about brushing my teeth and managing my hair. About five minutes had passed, when a quick, slightly high pitched sound of surprise caught my ears. I looked up to see Cassie standing in the doorway. She still appeared to be dressed for bed. She wasn't as covered as I had become accustomed (and thankful for), instead, she was simply dressed in a light pink tank top, which was snug against her curves, and a pair of light blue panties. When my eyes landed on her, she was like a deer in the headlights. It was then, I realized I was still entirely uncovered. I instantly became aware of my cock hanging between my legs. Even more so when, in what I was assuming was an unconscious move, her eyes slid down to my package. Immediately, she darted her eyes back up, "Oh god, Garret... I'm so sorry... I thought you were out of the shower already!" Before I could say anything, Cassie darted out of sight, and I heard her bedroom door close rapidly. For a moment, I was a bit dumbfounded. I'm not entirely sure if I had been imagining things at the time, but I thought I had seen a slight smile when she got the full view. I quickly closed the bathroom door. I knew it would be quite some time before she would emerge, but the action was a reflex. I retreated to the sink and pressed my palms against the counter. I had hoped I could avoid any more confrontations like that. As I stared forward, I noticed that I had not just been dangling on the spot. Instead, my cock was sporting a half-hard on. As I noticed this, it began to increase even more. Had it been like that when she had seen me? The idea that she had seen my cock rising a bit began to excite me a bit. Did she enjoy the view, is that where the smile had come from? As far as I had ever been told, I was well equipped, and it was a nice sight. Without much thinking, I allowed my hand to grip my cock. I massaged it slowly with a few fingers. My mind was racing with the idea. Had I just excited that gorgeous creature a bit? Did she see the girth and length of my semi-erect cock? Did she have a similar reaction as I did when I had seen her at the pool? Again, I had to shake the thought off. I told myself repeatedly that she likely was embarrassed for the both of us. And I needed to get those thoughts out of my head. I reminded myself again that she was with Jake, and happy because of it. There was no way she felt the same rush of lust as I did. She was likely a better person. Pulling on my clothes, I finished dressing and opened the bathroom door quietly. I peeking into the hall, I noticed that Cassie's bedroom door was still closed. I made sure to move quietly as I approached, trying to make it to the guest room to grab my stuff and go. As I neared closer to their room though, I heard a slight whimper from inside their bedroom. I stopped dead in my tracks. I strained my ear and heard some more small noises. They were small, but I felt a rush of excitement hearing them. With curiosity I pressed my ear a little more against the door. Still muffled, but more clear, I could now make out hushed moans from inside the room. My cock swelled hearing her. I pulled away instantly, trying to tell myself that I had been hearing things. There was no way she had retreated, only to start masturbating. Was there? I moved to the guest room and quietly closed to door behind me. My heart was beating inside my chest, and my breathing had increased. I moved to the bed and lay down, trying to pull myself together. I quickly found that difficult to do. I felt my cock straining against my jeans. I could not be sure, but even the smallest idea that she was hiding in her room, touching herself after seeing me made my desire to unleash my dick that much greater. I lowered my hand to where my cock was hiding, and undid the button and zipper. Pulling down the jeans and boxers, my cock sprung from its confines with vigor. I grabbed it by the shaft, and began to stroke it slowly. The foreskin rolled back and forth over the thick head of my cock, and I rolled my head back in to the pillows. I imagined her in the next room, with her fingers working her pussy, moaning at the sight she had just been given. My left hand worked its way down and slowly massaged my balls. As I did, I began to stroke my cock faster and faster, imagining the goddess in the next room wriggling around as she reached climax, her fingers becoming wet and sticky from the juices flowing from her pussy. My breath increased with the strokes I made on my thick cock, and it swelled more and more by the second. I shifted focus and began to work just the head of my dick, adding a slightly rotation to my hand. My orgasm backed off as I switched up, though my mind remained racing, imagining Cassie fingering her wet pussy just feet away. Slowly, I began to ramp up the movement, stroking a little further with each motion, and diving my hand down a little further on the shaft of my pulsing cock. Soon, I was pumping my cock furiously in the palm of my hand, I felt it tensing, the head turning into a solid mass on the top of my dick. I pushed my hips forward just a bit, giving myself access to as much of my dick as I could. Slamming my hand as hard as I could on the shaft, I bucked up a little more and gritted my teeth. My cock, as solid as a rock, began to shoot cum onto my stomach. One two, three... Up to seven bursts of thick cum left the shaft of my dick. As I came, I couldn't stop pumping myself, wishing that I could instead be spewing the load onto the woman in the next room. As the orgasm died down, I let my hand leave my cock. It was sticky, and covered in semen from the head of my cock. I just rest it on my stomach, trying to avoid making too large a mess on myself or the sheets. I lay there for a few minutes, sweat from the effort dripping down my forehead. As my head cleared, I told myself that I would try and put the experience behind me. I would do my best to try and make the situation between Cassie and myself as calm as possible. That I would do no more than what I just had. I would ignore the urges, as strong as they were. I rolled myself up from the bed and headed to the attached bathroom to clean off. As I did, I took note of just how intense the orgasm had been. I couldn't quite recall getting one of that volume. Even with Anna or another woman. [---] After the incident with the bathroom, I tried even harder to have the days pass without incident. I needed to respect that Cassie and Jake were a couple, and that was something I should honour as much as possible. And they did pass without incident. I rarely encountered Cassie, as she was apparently working more heavily on school and her business. At least once a day she would leave with a big box in tow of orders she needed to ship. She would then stay gone, and usually only return with Jake. As far as I could see it, she was avoiding me just as much. To be honest, I hoped that was the case. If it was, the idea of her hiding away to finger herself seemed even more concrete. I would have moments where they would both be around, but for the most part, I kept to myself. Jake mentioned a few times that it seemed strange, but always circled around to the idea that I was going through a lot mentally, and he totally understood. In the middle of my second week though, Jake and Cassie both had arranged to have time off. They had been so busy, that all they wanted was to relax at home. Jake brought forth the idea of having a movie night. When I objected, saying that they should have some time alone, he only insisted more. Stating that they would get plenty of time alone soon, that I would be leaving in a couple more weeks, and that we had only hung out during meals. After coming to the conclusion that he would not relent, I agreed to the idea. Jake rented a handful of movies, and we sat in their large den, joking about the movies, and eating popcorn. Periodically, I would look over at the couple during quiet moments and see her hand rubbing slowly against the inside of his thigh. Clearly, someone had something in mind for later on. This was brought to a halt as Jake's phone ringing cut through the noise of the movie. Cassie glared at him a bit, and whispered something I wasn't able to catch. He simply raised his finger at her, and took off into the next room. With the screen paused, I sat just staring at it. I could feel tension immediately hit the air in the few minutes it took Jake to complete his call. He roamed into the room slowly "So, there has been a small problem with a shipment, Hanson needs me over there to take care of it." Cassie let out a groan of disdain, "Seriously? You booked the night of weeks ago. And he's going to pull you in anyway?" Letting out a drawn out sigh, Jake nodded, "I know, Cass... I promise I'll have a proper day off soon." Defeated, Cassie slumped back into her seat, pulling the blanket that had been covering her a little tighter, "Fine. Just go." She said darkly, only casting him a sideways glance. Jake tried to say goodbye as he left, but he was ignored entirely. He slipped out, telling us to both enjoy the rest of the movie and took his leave. I offered him a sympathetic look and waved as he exited. The evening became very quiet, even with the movie playing on the screen. I did my best to keep my eyes locked only on the screen, only casting Cassie a glance when I thought she made a noise. Oddly enough, every time I did, she seemed to be closer to me on the sofa. As the movie crept closer to its end, I knew she was in fact much closer. She had laid down on the couch, taking up a considerable amount of space, and now lay with a pillow as the only buffer between her head, and my leg. As her proximity became more apparent, I felt that familiar straining in my shorts. I tried my best to remain calm, and kept my eyes focused on the screen. Just as I refocused I became aware of the beginning of a sex scene. The leads were kissing deeply, and clothes were beginning to be shed. I shifted a bit, the idea of watching the scene with Cassie nearly on my lap awaking the feelings from earlier in the week. Things seemed to be going in slow motion when I felt a hand rub against my groin. I glanced down to see that Cassie had managed to sneak a little closer, and now had her hand braced against the inside of my thigh, a slow rub beginning. At first I was unsure of how to respond, but swallowed my instinct to just let her, "Cassie... What are you doing?" I had to force the question. Of course I enjoyed it. My cock was beginning to swell from the sudden, and unexpected attention. Cassie didn't fully respond, she just shrugged her shoulders casually. She didn't stop though if anything, I felt the pressure from her hand increase. "I really don't think that's a good idea, Cass." I reminded her calmly. It was taking effort to control my words. She stopped, but turned to look up at me. Her dark eyes became even deeper in the darkness of the room. At first, she didn't speak, "Why?" The question caused me to miss a beat. There was no way she was just disregarding Jake after all the time they have spent together. In fact, I had just witnessed her getting upset at the idea of him spending more time away. Was I reading things wrong? Was she really that angry? Were there problems I had just not been able to see? Her legs crept up and she pushed herself up so she was sitting on her knees. Again, her hand began to pet the inside of my thigh, she locked her eyes onto mine, and a coy smile formed on her lips "Not to be cliché, but it's not like I've been doing it to anyone else recently." I took in a deep breath. Even though she was dressed in her usual conservative fashion, having her this close was exciting. Her hand rubbing against my stiffening cock. He dark eyes locked on to mine. Her subtle scent wafting into my nose. I took in a deep breath, "What about Jake?" Her hand curled a little bit on my thigh and she leaned in closer than before, "I've warned him that things may get strained if he continued working like that." She let her slow rub deepen on my leg. She located the width of my cock and grabbed it suddenly, "Besides. I'm curious." Without another word, she locked her lips onto mine and rubbed me more. I didn't object instead, my arm wrapped around and found the small of her back, wrapping around her small waist and drawing her closer. Suddenly though, she pulled off and put a slender finger to my lips, "But, I still am in a relationship... I can't get too crazy. But I think I can get away with a little something." As she was saying this, her hand grabbed my shorts by the waistband and began to tug them down. She didn't say anything more and lowered her head back to its previous position. Quietly, with only the sound of the movie in the background, she pulled my cock from my pants. Going against my better judgment, I kept quiet. My dick had stiffened as much as it could as she pulled it out, and I watched with glee as her small hand wrapped around my girth. Her fingers did their best to encompass me, but they fell short. She began to stroke me slowly, her eyes locked on to my dick and her hand. She slowly pumped my cock as I watched, her warm breath against me igniting my senses even more as she went. She never proceeded to a rapid pace, only slowly stroked my long shaft up and down, occasionally allowing her fingers to tease the thick head at the top. Just as I rolled my head back, enjoying the feeling of her hand on me, she shifted her knees under her again, popping her ass in to the air, and hovering over my dick more. My eyes watched her greedily as her curvaceous ass popped into view. Even in the loose fitting pajama pants she was wearing, it was still an arousing sight. My breath caught as she hovered her head over my cock and let her tongue lick against my swollen head. She began to slowly lick me as she pumped my cock, teasing me slowly. She began to twirl her tongue around before her lips kissed the head of my dick. I twitched in response and groaned out loud. She stopped only to look up at me, a coy smile on her lips, "Someone else seems curious." Her words were a whisper, but just loud enough for me to hear. She said no more before turning her attention back to my dick. She licked the head of my cock one more time, before I felt her lips slide around me. Her head began to work up and down, and I instantly rolled my head back. She made sounds of both pleasure and effort as she began to suck my cock, slowly bobbing up and down on the head of my cock, her hand still pumping my shaft. She pulled off suddenly, and licked slowly up the entirety of me. She made a small groan as she pumped it, staring it down in her small hands. Meeting Cassie Thorne Before I knew it, my hand was on the back of her neck, "Don't stop." I urged, giving her a gentle push toward my dick. She cooed in response before taking the head of my dick back in to her mouth. She began to pump me faster, working her lips and tongue over me, building me up much faster than I had expected. Her free hand began to toy with my balls as she blew me. I kept pressing on the back of her neck, not wanting her to let go for even a second. As she worked, I felt myself thrusting to her motions, sliding my dick further into her mouth as she went. My breathing was increasing, and I could feel sweat forming on my forehead. The feeling of her sucking on my cock was incredible, and my hips were determined to get as much of it as they could. In return, she was making moaning noises around the girth of my cock. Every noise spurred me on more and more. As she took as much of my dick into her mouth as she could, I could feel myself stiffening even further. I pressured the back of her neck more, "I'm going to come... Fuck." I started to pump my dick through her hand and mouth even more, and I felt my entire body stiffen and my cock and balls began to contract. As pleasure shot through my body, and my cock began to rocket my cum into her mouth, she reacted with a noise of surprise. I could feel myself shooting hard in her grip, though she didn't pull away. She sucked me harder and I filled her mouth. I couldn't tell just how many shots of come were released, but when she finally pulled away, the shaft of my cock was covered in the thick white release. Cassie wiped her mouth and took in a deep breath. He breathing was just as heavy as mine. She didn't say anything at first, just swivelled around and put her feet on the floor. She steadied herself, "I need to umm... Go clean off." Without another word, she left the room in a rush. I sat on the spot for a few more minutes, letting my head rest back against the cushions of the sofa. As I sat, I tried to digest what had just happened. The woman who I had been quietly lusting over. Who had been quietly driving me mad since I arrived, who I had labeled as completely off limits, had just given me, without prompting, the best blow job I had ever received. Immediately, I was cursing myself. I had labeled her as off limits for a reason. Jake had been a good friend of mine for years. I should have stopped her. Talked her away from doing it. At least I should have. Instead, I greedily let her do it. I fixed myself into my boxers and stood from the couch. Luckily, we had someone avoided having cum hit the sofa. I sighed with relief, thankful for the lack of evidence, and headed upstairs to tidy myself up as well. I need to figure out how I would approach this. I had just betrayed one of my dearest friends. To Be Continued...