1 comments/ 63942 views/ 1 favorites Cassandra By: Christian Black Before the first time I laid eyes on Cassandra, I had believed that love at first sight was a cliché not found outside of sappy light rock radio or those trashy paperbacks my grandmother read. But one look at this girl and I was hers; heart, mind, soul and body. I was eighteen. I had just graduated high school the week before and was determined to thoroughly enjoy my last summer of freedom. This meant partying, hanging out, and hopefully getting laid. At the time I was, technically, a virgin. For the previous year and a half I had exclusively dated a girl named Melissa, who was unfortunately rather uptight and frigid. We had engaged in "everything but," which meant eighteen months of ball-busting foreplay. Occasionally I'd get a hand job, but for the most part it was just making out and fondling. To give her credit, she did give me head once, on my birthday, but would not allow me to come in her mouth. She did, however, let me go down on her quite often. I enjoyed this, but it obviously wasn't too fulfilling. I had broken up with Melissa just a few weeks before, on the day after senior prom. That was the night, she had been promising for months, when we would finally make love. I actually had a condom on, and was struggling to squeeze into her tight little vagina, when Melissa broke down in tears and said that she didn't want to go to hell for pre-marital sex. I know I sound like a jerk for breaking up with a girl just because she wouldn't fuck me, but the sex was only part of the problem. We hadn't really got along for several months, and remained "together" only out of a sense of obligation. Neither of us shed too many tears when I told her it was over. The day I met Cassandra, I was a pool party at my friend Greg Larson's house. Greg's parents were loaded and, even better, were in Europe for the month. Greg threw weekly bashes which took full advantage of the Olympic-sized swimming pool in his backyard and of the equally impressive bar they kept. Young kids, summer heat, swim suits and alcohol. You do the math. There were many very attractive girls there that day, and Greg kept pointing out girls who weren't attached. We were lounging on pool chairs, sipping margaritas, when I saw her. She emerged from the pool, water pouring off her body. The water was cold, bracing, and her one-piece swimsuit clung sheerly to her body. Her nipples stood out like twin exclamation marks. She was slender with short, jet black hair and brilliant, emerald-green eyes. She caught my attention, to say the least, but I didn't feel the zing of love at first sight until she raised her arms to pull the wet hair out of her face. Under her arms were light, but unmistakable, wisps of blonde hair. I'd been majorly turned on by armpit hair on women ever since masturbating to my parent's copy of "The Joy of Sex" when I was fourteen. Unfortunately, all the girls at my school shaved. I had suggested to Melissa once that she try going hairy, and she had just looked at me as if I'd asked her to join a religious cult. Cassandra was the first girl I'd seen in real life who didn't shave under there and it made my mouth water. Her underarm hair was so light in contrast to the black hair on her head. Obviously, she dyed her hair black. Wondering why she did this was but one of the thousands of intriguing questions going through my head at once as I watched her towel herself off. "Who the hell is that?" I gasped. "Who?" Greg said. "The girl that just got out of the pool." "Her?" he said, puzzled. Cassandra was completely not his type. Greg favored girls like his current girlfriend, Cindi: blondes with big tits. "Um, she's a friend of Cindi's. Just moved here. Her name's Cassandra Jones." "Cassandra Jones," I repeated, enjoying the exotic way the name tasted in my mouth. "Yeah. A white girl named Cassandra Jones. Go figure." Greg looked over and saw that I couldn't take my eyes off her. "Well, you always did go for the weird arty chicks," he laughed. "Do you want to meet her?" "Hell yes." "Wait here. I'll hook it up." Greg went over and talked to Cassandra, who was toweling off, talking to Cindi. Greg invited both girls up to his room to smoke a joint with us. I was afraid at first that I'd be tongue-tied and speechless, as I usually am around a girl I'm really attracted to. But the pot relaxed everyone and Cassandra was open and friendly, anyway. She was talkative and funny, and I got the sense that she might have been into me. I found out that she had just moved here with her mother, following her parent's divorce, and that she was planning on going to the local community college (just as I was) in the fall. Then we all started talking about music. This was 1989, you understand. Greg and Cindi were big on Van Halen, Bon Jovi, Guns and Roses, that sort of thing. Cassandra, I soon found, shared my dislike for dumb metal. We started naming bands like The Cure and The Smiths. When she said she was into The Pixies and this new group called Jane's Addiction, I knew I had found my soul mate. We hit it off so well, so quickly, that Greg suggested that Cassandra I come camping with him and Cindi that night. They knew a place out in the woods that was quiet and secluded. It would be just the four of us. Cassandra was enthusiastic about the idea and I, of course, could not say no. Strange to say, but it wasn't until we were on our way out of town that it dawned on me that I might have sex with Cassandra. I was driving, and Greg and Cindi were making out heavily in the back seat, when Cassandra took my hand and leaned on my shoulder. It was only then that I realized the tantalizing possibilities of what the night may hold. I had just met the girl, and for some reason I thought that I'd share a tent with Greg while the girls bunked up together. I was a little naive, to say the least. We set up camp, built a fire, started in on a case of beer and, of course, more weed. Everyone was feeling high and merry, laughing and even singing. I sat close to Cassandra on a log, glancing over at her every few seconds because I couldn't stand not to. She was even more beautiful by firelight. She was wearing a loose-fitting peasant-type dress, which had a very low-cut tank top. No bra. Plus, she kept raising her arms to play with her hair, exposing those light blonde curls under her arms. Seeing them made me wonder if her pubic hair would be that soft and light and of course thoughts like that didn't allow much room for much else. Before too long, Greg and Cindi disappeared into a tent together and we could hear the sounds of their lovemaking. Cassandra and I, more than half-drunk, laughed at the rapturous cries they were making. But I knew that if she was half as turned on as I was, it was only a matter of time before we retired into the other tent. She looked up at me and I looked at her, the reflection of the orange firelight flickering in her green eyes. I kissed her, full on the mouth. ZING! Wow, if there's anything in the world more powerful than the first kiss, I don't want to know about it. We kissed hungrily and I reached one hand into her top to touch her breast. She grabbed my hand and squeezed it tight against her. I could feel her heart beating. "I'm sorry, Christian," she said, laughing as she pulled away. "But I have to pee really bad." "That's OK," I said. "Will you come with me?" she asked. "Watch out for bears?" "There aren't any bears around here," I said stupidly. "Coyotes, then," said Cassandra. "Bobcats, whatever. Pissing in the wilderness isn't as much fun for girls as it is for guys. We're pretty much helpless." "OK," I shrugged. We stumbled arm-in-arm into the dark woods, both drunker than we thought we were. Cassandra found a suitable spot not far from where the tents were. She pulled her panties down to her ankles, hitched up her skirt, and squatted back against a tree, not seeming to mind that I was watching. I turned away, out of modesty, but the sound of her water flowing was strangely erotic. My erection, already throbbing, grew painful as my penis got even harder. "Oh, shit," Cassandra said. "I just pissed all over my underpants." She kicked them off her ankles, then picked them up and wiped herself with a dry part. Cassandra tossed her wet panties into a bush and together we walked back to the camp. Now, on top of everything else, I had to deal with the knowledge that she was completely naked under her dress. Cassandra, giggling, pulled me into the tent after her. She fell on her back with her legs parted and I just couldn't wait. I pulled her skirt up to her waist and buried my face in her naked pussy. I had only tasted Melissa's up to the point, and I had no idea that every girl tasted different. Cassandra was so unlike Melissa that I was shocked. I think my ex used some kind of deodorant powder or some shit like that because she always had a weird flowery chemical taste to her. But Cassandra tasted wild and alive, natural and musky, like some exotic fruit. It was like eating a mango for the first time. God, she was wet, too. Wetter than Melissa ever was. I loved it, sucking the juices from her pussy, drinking them, lapping her hard little clit, her pubic hair (as soft and light as I had imagined)tickling my nose. Cassandra moaned and squirmed under my tongue, grabbing the back of my head and shoving it into her cunt. I was so turned on that I was humping the ground under me without even realizing that I was doing so. I raised my head for a second, just to catch a breath. "God, don't stop," Cassandra begged. "I'm so close!" I took her clitoris between my lips and sucked hard and that was all it took to get Cassandra off. She bucked her hips and cried out loud, her pussy going into literal spasms, getting even wetter. I came to the startling realization then that Melissa had been lying when she'd said that she had orgasms. She had never reacted like Cassandra was. "Oh, Jesus, you do that good," she panted. "Give me a minute, let me catch my breath." I crawled up beside her and she surprised me by kissing me, licking her own juices off my lips. "Take off your clothes, Pussy Breath," she teased. Cassandra yanked my shorts down while I took off my shirt. Then she whipped the dress off and straddled my stomach. I could feel her cunt, hot and slimy, as she ground it against my belly. "I don't suppose you brought a rubber?" she asked. "Fuck!" I cried out, smacking my forehead hard enough to bruise it. I had never before felt like such a moron. Cassandra just laughed at my obvious distress. "It's OK," she said. "Just tell me before you come, OK?" I nodded helplessly. She reached back and grabbed my penis. "Wait," I said. "I just want to tell you something first." "What?" she said, raising her eyebrow curiously. "I've never done this before," I confessed. "Bullshit," she said. "No virgin could eat pussy like that." "Well, I've done that before, lots of times," I said. "But I've never done this." "Really?" I nodded. "Wow," Cassandra said. "You know what that means?" "What?" "It means you'll remember this night for as long as you live." I nodded. I didn't doubt that at all. Cassandra slid back and pulled me inside her. It was the first time I had ever been inside a vagina and it was better even than my most feverish masturbatory daydreams. So soft and tight at the same time, hot and wet, wrapping around me like a second skin. Cassandra began rocking gently back and forth, as slow as ocean waves, then gradually grew faster and faster, bearing down hard on my pelvis, squeezing me tight with the muscles inside her. Moving in ways I had no idea a woman could move. I reached up and played her breasts, but Cassandra's eyes were closed and it was like I wasn't there at all. She was lost in her own little world of pleasure. It turned me on so much that she was on top, in charge. Cassandra fucked me, harder and harder as she grew more excited. I felt myself reach the boiling point. "Stop," I said. "I'm going to." Cassandra smiled. She climbed off my cock and remounted on my face. I was buried in her sweet pussy, her ass right in front of my eyes. Cassandra bent down and took my sopping, twitching penis into her mouth. Her mouth felt even better than her pussy had. She licked her juices off me and began to suck hungrily, grinding herself against my mouth at the same time. I licked helplessly as she dribbled moisture all over my face. My penis was on fire. Her lips and her tongue were going wild all up and down my shaft, and then she focused on the head, just the sensitive tip. I tried to warn her that I was about to come, but my mouth was full of cunt. She took me full into her mouth and I exploded in there. Spurt after spurt erupted from deep in my body and she drank it all up eagerly. At the same time, I felt a second orgasm wrack her body. She held me in her mouth until the earthquakes had subsided in both our bodies. Then she released me, licking me clean before crawling up beside me. "Mmm," she whispered in my ear. "You taste good." "You too," I said. We kissed slow and deep, the tastes of my cum and hers mingling on our lips. "I'm exhausted," Cassandra said. "Me too," I said, my eyelids literally drooping closed. "Hey, are you one of those guys who gets a really big hard-on when you wake up in the morning?" "Sometimes," I said. Cassandra laughed. "Good. I hope you weren't planning on sleeping in." With that, she curled up naked in my arms. Within minutes she was lightly snoring. I watched her sleep, aching with love and desire. Cassandra This story has to be in the third person. I cannot do this in the first person, I cannot bring myself to put myself in this man's shoes, so forgive me, because we all know that sooner or later everybody has to answer the final roll call. * The unarmed Medevac chopper hit the ground hard almost tossing out the Crew Chief, who was already precariously perched on the skid and ready to jump to the ground. The platoons of Huey Gunships circled the LZ, using their fifties and forty millimeter guns to dust down anything that moved or looked suspicious in their fire zones. The four men quickly ran up with the last of the wounded and slid his litter on the deck. The crew chief and the nurse locked his litter into the deck slots. The second man was still on the ground with his bearers kneeling, the medic attending had pulled the dead soldier's poncho over his face and shook his head. "This 'un's almost gone, ma'am," the medic had passed up the nearly empty IV bag to the nurse, "dunno if you wanna waste much time on him." He sounded calloused and hard, but he was only telling her the unvarnished truth as he knew it, straightforward and plain. "Ro-ger roger," she responded. "That's the last one this trip," he slapped the side of the bird and gave the pilot the thumb's up as the Crew Chief jumped back in, "we got a lotta bodies still lying here, and we need'a get 'em home," his face was a blank mask as he hollered over the noise of the whirling blades, numb and emotionless as he stepped back and squatted holding a weapon that he'd gotten God knows off what body, and squatted, pointing it down-range, a single lonely body guarding her chopper with his life, bending against the rotors' down-wash. "I'll pass it on," the Nurse yelled back. So, this soldier wasn't expected to live. He was badly torn up, his body had been hit many times. She was later told that he'd put his life up in exchange for a platoon of other boys -- a platoon of men, they were no longer boys -- who'd been taken under attack by heavy fire. The majority of the platoon would have probably been among the bodies, had it not been for him. As it was, because he seemed ready to meet his God, they had held him and the dead one, to the last in case a chopper couldn't land or had to suddenly depart or, God forbid, go down in flames as so many medevac choppers already had. The ground triage team had first to send back the worst wounded that could reasonably be expected to survive. The last chopper was reserved for those still alive, but who had no hope of survival and were already dead but holding on by a thread. This, then, was the nurse's personal flight. Her pilots called the flight, when she climbed aboard, Angel of Mercy Flight One. The last hope for these dead men that were stubbornly hanging on to life. The Nurse unwrapped another IV, tossing the bag to her orderly to hang up. "God knows there's so fucking many," the sweat ran like tears down her cheeks, it was hot and steamy, "so fucking many." So fucking many! They lay out there waiting for Graves and Registration to record their deaths. That this one was still alive was due to his stubbornness or Saint Peter's busy staff holding him in the lineup or both, because ol' Pete must've been busy checking in all the dead from this operation and only he and God knew why this man still hung on -- and God only knew what kept him from sending up his soul. The orderly, a hospital orderly for God's sake, had the IV bags hanging as this soldier's litter was brought up. The Crew Chief helped slide the litter up as the Orderly and the Nurse locked it into the deck slots. The Crew Chief himself, a grizzled veteran of many of these mercy flights and all of twenty years old, waited calmly for the Nurse to give him the okay before winding his finger in the air and sliding inside out of their way, half in and half out of the bird, one foot on a skid and squatting on the other. The Nurse hastily found a collapsing vein and quickly and skillfully pushed the IV needle into it. She had grown skilled in finding those illusive veins aboard vibrating and thumping helicopters, a skill that she hated, one that she wished she'd never had to learn. The chopper's turbines whined as it lifted slowly from it's makeshift LZ. He must have had nerves of steel, because the incoming rounds were enough to test a lesser man's courage. He lifted the out of tune, vibrating machine as gently as he could. She braced herself against the tilt of the chopper and ignored a stray bullet that snapped past her head and perforated the soldier's IV bag. "This must be a good man," she thought illogically, "the Devil's fighting hard to have him," it never occurred to her that she might be the intended target. She reached up and held onto a strap as the aircraft shuddered and she prayed as she had so many times before, that she would make it back to base without losing her dying, maimed and so very precious, cargo. She'd already had one helicopter shot out from under her and by The Grace of God only one of the crew, the crew chief, had been injured and that only a comparatively light sprained wrist. As for this near shot, the orderly calmly reached over with one hand and pinched one of the holes in the bag, hanging on to a strap and waiting for the flight to stabilize before pinching the other hole. The Crew Chief, seeing the spurting saline, quickly stood, hanging onto the back of the copilot's seat, and reached his hand out, following the orderlies lead, pinching the other hole tightly. They grinned at each other over this small victory, and if it had been possible, would have slapped palms -- an aerial high five. The Crew Chief glanced out the open side as a platoon of Cobra "Gunfighters" joined the fracas. They came in firing rockets into the jungle canopies, their flame-tailed rocket exhausts whorling like pig's tails, as they streaked down from the bird's under-winglet launchers, the forty-millimeter guns blasting blue flames, sending the HE rounds into the dense thickets. The Crew Chief grinned at the carnage he assumed they were wreaking on the Viet Cong and wished he were a gunner on one of those killer birds. The dying soldier lifted a hand aimlessly and mumbled something. The Orderly leaned over him to hear any last words, a gesture that moved the Nurse. "Cassandra," the dying man croaked, "Cassandra . . . I'll . . . be . . . home," he finished with a muffled groan of pain and regurgitated a small spill of blood. The orderly looked up at the Nurse, his eyes suddenly reddening, the name reminded him of his own wife and family back Stateside, holding his tears back with an effort. It was rare for this to happen, but his own daughter's name was Cassandra, and it had struck home, reminding him how far away he really was. The sweat pouring down her face made it hard to tell if the Nurse was also crying or not, but her sympathetic pain was plain on her face. She knew this soldier was dying and there was nothing more that she could do for him, so she fought on through tears of frustration, fighting to keep fluids in his body, fighting to keep him alive for the doctors in Da Nang. She wept for him, and for all the others that had slipped through her hands because she could not work miracles. That she had saved so many lives already with her skill and expertise was presently beyond her comprehension, so she stood in frustrated and pained sympathy for this dying boy. The orderly handed her the needle of another bag as the first bag emptied itself onto the chopper's deck via this soldier's bloody wounds. The Nurse finally managed to find another flat vein and with the same unwanted skill, again slid the needle gently home. There was something about this young fighter. The shoulder patches showed him to be a 2nd battalion, 75th Infantry Ranger, oddly out of place in this pile of 25th Infantry soldiers. She laid her warm hand on his chest as her mingled tears and sweat streaked clean lines down her dirty cheeks. She was so tired, just so goddamned frigging tired, she thought as the soldier whispered "Cassandra" again. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She had her back to him, as he rounded the bend, sitting under the old maple at the corner of the pasture. "Cassandra," he yelled out startling her. "Char-lee-ee," she screeched, heedlessly tossing aside the bouquet of wild flowers she'd picked for him, "you're home!" she whispered hopping up and down before her feet finally realized that they could move and she ran to him. She was suddenly and mindlessly the happiest girl in creation. "I've been waitin' here since yestadee-ee," she screamed again, running and stumbling over the uneven ground, her tears of joy blinding her as she ran, forcing her to slow down to a stumbling walk as she tried to wipe her eyes. He dropped his duffle bag and reached for her as she stumbled, catching her as she tripped, pulling her roughly into his arms. They laughed, and he grabbed her below the waist, around her -- ahem -- tush, and pulled her up off her feet, with a sudden rush of newfound strength, onto his body. That in itself was no mean feat, because she was a "pleasingly plump" little girl. He hadn't realized how much strength he'd gained in his daily work-outs, but it felt good to be able to do that. He pressed her tightly to him, hugging her, her feet off the ground as he spun her dizzingly. She joyfully screamed out his name again and again, as he held her tightly to him and continued spinning around and around until he, too, was dizzy and they both fell to the cool grass, laughing together. "You home, Charlie? Or you gotta go back?" she raised up on her elbow and grabbed his face, laying her soft lips against his before he could answer. "Uh -- " he tried again, but again she interrupted him with her lips. She didn't want to hear his answer, she already knew what it was. "I don't care," she whispered breathlessly, "I don't care 'bout nothin' right now, 'ceptin' you's here with me, right now my sweet Charlie," she wiped the lipstick off his lips. She never wore makeup, but today was special and since he loved it when she wore the red lipstick, she'd put it on. She kissed him again and again, trying to smother his face with her mouth, tasting his sweaty face, feeling the rough stubble of the two-day's growth on his face, tasting the flavor of the boloney and cheese on his tongue, smelling the Dentyne on his breath. "I luv yew, Charlie Withers," she whispered into his ear as she bent and nibbled on it. "I luv you, too, baby," he pulled her mouth to his. After a while she asked him what had took him so long, that she'd been ready to give him up 'cause she thought that he'd found another girl or maybe he'd got hurt and was laying in a hospital somewhere with amnesia and unable to remember anything. He laughed at her dramatics and told her about the long bus ride home, as they relaxed on the grass. It had been a two-day bus ride from Ft. Benning because the bus had broke down and they'd had to wait while the driver hitch-hiked to the nearest town and called for help and another bus. That had eaten up 'most twelve hours. Cassandra couldn't keep her hands to herself, running her fingers around his chin, scratching at his stubble while he talked, staring adoringly at him and into his eyes, memorizing his face, and his voice which was rambling on about something or other. She heard nothing but his wonderful voice, the voice she so loved, her thumping heart not letting her understand anything else. He could have been talking about the mating habits of the humboldt squid, whatever that was, for all she cared, she had him here and now, and whatever he wanted she was ready to give him. He had stopped talking a while ago and they lay on the grass for a few minutes saying nothing, just enjoying being together. "You didn't hear a thing I said did you?" he grinned touching his lips to the side of her face. "Wh-what?" she arched her neck to let him sugar her chin, then she turned and hugged his neck hard, "you're home, baby," she thrilled. "Guess not," he laughed wrapping his arms around her curvaceously ample waist. "Um-mm?" she asked again. "Nothing," he laughed, "are the folks at home?" he sat up and she quickly slid into his lap. She was a chubby little girl, no doubt about it, five-two or so, with an apple-cheeked peaches and cream complexion. She was very pretty, with a high baby voice that he loved in spite of her tendency to shriek and scream when excited. Maybe that's what he loved about her, either way he intended to marry her before he left for San Diego en route to Viet Nam. "Your daddy's home," she unbuttoned the middle two buttons of his dress green tunic and ran her hand in, rubbing his shirted chest, "he says he's taking a week's worth of vacation from the plant," she smiled up at him as she tried to unbutton the shirt underneath. He glanced down at her working hands and grinned as she continued, "an' he says that he's painting the house. Says that's his vacation job," they both laughed. "That's my old man," Charlie grinned, "can't even stand to go fishing, because that's just doin' nuttin' while waitin' for the fish to bite." They sat quietly a few minutes longer, Charlie nuzzling her neck and kissing her as she finally succeeded in undoing one button. "Am I too heavy on you, Charlie-love?" she had her forehead on his, knowing that she was quite heavy and always worried about it. But, Charlie had picked her up as if she was a baby, she sighed, God he's so wonderful strong. "Baby," he smiled and kissed her, "you could weigh two tons and you wouldn't be too heavy on me," he tongue kissed her, hugging her fiercely. She had given up on trying to break into his uniform when she found the tee shirt under the shirt. "I love sittin' on your lap, baby," she ran her lips down the side of his face, "but I know I'm kind'a fat, so don't worry about hurtin' my feelin's by sayin' so, 'cause you won't hurt my feelin's, I just lu-uv you, Charlie my sweetest-heart." He smiled at her, she was only seventeen after all, and he just turned eighteen a couple of months ago. His parents had had to sign the waivers in order for him to enlist. Meanwhile, he'd gone to Ranger School and Jump School, burning up seven months of service with the training, not including the five months of basic and advanced infantry training. Now according to the Army, he was old enough to get sent to Viet Nam, so now he was out of most of the training, and on the way to a combat outfit. He slipped his dress jacket off with Cassandra's help, and she held it up to her face, smelling the sweaty thing as if it were the most expensive cologne, and carefully folded it across her arm. Cassandra's parents -- he preferred to call her Cassandra, in spite of her friends calling her Sandi and her parents calling her Chanda -- her parents had said that they'd sign the approval papers so the two of them could get married. Cassandra's father had been a soldier in World War II, so he said that he understood, what with Charlie going off to war and all, and said that he'd gladly give his little girl to him. He joked, and Charlie knew that it secretly hurt Cassandra's feelings, that it would save him some money by keeping the refrigerator door closed. She laughed with everybody else when he joked like that, but Charlie only smiled politely, squirming inside with embarrassment for her as she glanced at him sadly and took his hand in both of hers. They walked to his home -- his parent's home -- his duffle bag over one shoulder, and the other arm around Cassandra's shoulders. She wound an arm around his waist carrying his tunic in the crook of the other. She sighed happily and leaned her head on the side of his chest. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - She'd volunteered for this job, they were running short of Medics and she couldn't bear to stand by as the wounded and damaged bodies came in with only a lick and a promise. Besides, they had an overage of nurses, and the hospital orderlies were laughing at seeing Women Officers doing scut work alongside them. She and her orderly buddy, had egged each other on until they both volunteered to fly with the Medevacs. She knew that with a smidgen more skill, some of the DOA's could be Level Three's and brought in alive. However, she wasn't prepared for the realities of bullets splatting into the bird's hulls and the possibilities of going down in the middle of a firefight. Beyond that, there were the ripped up bodies from close explosions, the missing legs and arms from anti-personnel mines and she thanked God that she wasn't in body recovery, she'd heard stories of picking up half-bodies or severed heads, or just a hand or a foot. This was bad enough, with so many beyond anyone's help but loaded on because they were still alive. Angel of Mercy, Flight One -- a name a drunken pilot had jokingly bestowed on her chopper, was proudly claimed by the pilots that carried her into the carnage. Her flights became legend, the type of stuff that kicked many a wounded man's morale up, knowing that if he was hurt bad enough, that she'd pick him up and bring him home alive. She got what she wanted. And what she wanted was the worst of the wounded. The nearly dead and the dying. Her whole world became defined by the magnesium alloy and non-flammable padding of the helicopter's that she rode in on. Flying bullets no longer frightened her. The one that snapped by her head and came within less than an inch of taking her life, was just another buzzing fly trying to lay it's maggots on another, soon to be lifeless, body. She was a Nurse. Ten million years ago, she'd been a fresh-faced not so innocent college girl studying to be a nurse. All she knew back then was that she wanted to save lives and being a doctor was just too expensive for her and her parents to afford. Nursing seemed the logical step, so now she was here and all she knew was that these young warriors needed her to bring them home alive. "FOR WHAT?" she had screamed one drunken night in the Officer's Club, "FOR WHAT? To keep them alive so they can go back to kill or die?" she was sobbing and incoherent as she threw the bar-stool into the rack of bottles, "IT'S ALL SO TOTALLY INSANE!," she screamed, "SO TOTALLY FUCKING, GODDAMN INSANE, AND I'M PART AND PARCEL OF THIS GODDAMN FUCKING INSANITY." The only one to take her down was her orderly, he'd heard her screaming and throwing things in O Club bar and nobody else wanted to face her down. So he'd come in and grabbed her by the waist, she had fallen into his arms sobbing and bewailing the impossibility of saving dead boys. . . . and what could this boy-soldier, this PFC by his stripes, have been thinking of to be here? She no longer wept for them. Inside her, the milk of sympathy had gone dry an she worked emotionlessly, using her sleeve to wipe off the sweat that streamed like false tears down her face. She no longer wept for their mothers, especially his mother who would soon enough be keening his loss. She worked mechanically without realizing that she wept, her mind literally numbed by the mounds of bodies, her hands doing what was needed automatically, using her mind only when automatic wasn't enough. "Cassandra," he murmured as the strength ebbed from his bullet-riddled body. The Nurse fought hard, she was fighting for this boy's life. She had stacked two more compress bandages on top of the ones that were already stacked on his various bullet holes and adjusted the IV's flow as she glanced out of the chopper's side door. The ambulances were all lined up at the tarmac, their back doors open and ready to take the bodies. The chopper heeled over, coming in fast and hard, trading comfort for speed. She changed his IV bag again, he was losing too much blood, the IV was working more against him than for him. Lord in Heaven the boy had so many holes in him, she knew the compression bandages weren't holding. The pilot threw the chopper's nose over and dropped the tail, touching down as gently as a mother settling her baby in his crib. She watched the boy's blood drain onto the slippery deck, unable to do anymore for him, except to pray, so she did that, reciting her most frequent prayer. A prayer that she'd said so many times that it was now just so much rote. Cassandra "Dear God, if this is your will, then so be it, but I beg you, spare this boy's life so he can see his family again. Don't let him die among strangers, Heavenly Father, don't take him today, please. I ask this in the name of Jesus Christ, Amen." But she could smell the death in his gasping breaths, the air rattling in and out of his bullet riddled lungs, and she knew that their's was a losing fight, his life was fast slipping out of her hands. The only thing keeping him alive was his fighting grit, he was a Ranger, after all, and a Ranger never just rolls over and dies. They fight to the last, they fight with their last ounce of strength, God in Heaven only knew how many times Rangers had proved their mettle on other battlegrounds. But this, this was the final field as he fought for his life, this battle was the final battle, the fight that none of us win. This was the battle that we all, sooner or later, fight knowing that we will ultimately lose. She stood numbly by as the medics undid the soldier's stretcher and passed it down to the waiting "meat wagon." She looked at the pilot, waiting for his hand to give her the circling in the air "ready to go" signal, but instead, she heard the engine winding down and the co-pilot undoing his four-ways. She saw the bright red on his sleeve as he kicked the door open and fell out. He was hit. He was losing blood. Instinctively she jumped down and ripped open his sleeve. Slapping a pressure bandage on it and checking his pulse. He grinned up at her. "It's only a flesh wound, Ma," he whispered, his eyes rolling back in his head, the grin a faint ghost on his face. He'd lost some blood, his pulse was weak and thready, but he'd live. The Angel of Mercy was his medic. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - His father had seen him first from the top of his ladder on the south wall of the house. He then, very carefully and deliberately, capped the paint can, and carefully climbed down the ladder, he didn't want no accidents to happen. Not with Charlie home. When he got to the ground, he ran for all he was worth yelling at Charlie's momma that Charlie was home. The first one out was Jesse, his baby sister, a fast growing fifteen years old, and Cassandra's best friend, next came his Momma, then Jonathon, a strapping healthy sixteen year old and about twice as big as his big brother Charlie. Daddy grabbed Charlie around the waist and jumped up and down, both of them laughing, giddy with his homecoming, Cassandra stood aside smiling hugely. Jonathon and Jesse joined in and it was only when Momma got there and made them stop that the carnival ride ended. Charlie asked after Patrick, Jonathon's twin, and Daddy said that Pat had gotten a small job in town and couldn't get the time off because he'd only been there a short while. Momma said that she had a couple of deep dish apple pies in the oven, plus his favorite, a blueberry pecan pie, she smiled, just for you and Cassandra. Cassandra smiled hugely, and said that she never turned down a piece of any of Momma's pies and touched her hand. Momma turned her hand over and grasped Cassandra's smiling into her eyes, but daddy, as usual, let his mouth do the thinking, and said -- "I bet not." Both Momma and Charlie turned on him. Benjamin! She snapped at him. Dad! Charlie gritted sharply. He looked up and asked what? His face suddenly reddening as he realized his error, staring apologetically as the pink spread down Cassandra's face. Then with his face all red, he stammered an apology to her. Cassandra smiled and pooh-poohed it as if it was nothing, but Charlie understood the pain that the little goof caused. He took her other hand, the one that Momma didn't have and kissed it, mouthing the words "I love you," into her eyes. The pain of Daddy's mouth quickly cleared from her face as she smiled brightly back at him, took his one hand in both of hers and mouthed the same words back to him. Daddy, clumsily patted her shoulder without saying anything else. It was a good week-end, marred only slightly by Patrick's bad mood over having to work while Charlie was home. However, Charlie, working a little magic, told him that nobody wants a slacker and, as Patrick tried to say that he was no slacker, Charlie interrupted saying that even giving the impression that you might be was just as bad. Patrick reluctantly agreed and said that at least he still had the afternoons and evenings. Charlie laughed and said "that-a-boy, show no mercy." They both laughed and the slow-witted Jon, asked if that was a Ranger saying. They laughed again and Charlie nodded yes and threw a half-nelson on him hugging his neck. Charlie had gotten home on that Saturday and managed to sneak in a nap before cleaning up. Cassandra had stayed with his momma as he napped, and had only gone home to get a quick shower and a change of clothes. They'd had a supper, ate the blueberry pecan pie, Cassandra feeding it to him fondly, and afterwards went to a drive-in movie in daddy's '58 Buick. They climbed in the back seat to watch, but all Cassandra remembered of the movie was the gray of the Buick's head-liner, because that night, in the back seat, Cassandra sweetly, and a little painfully, gave him her virginity. They spent that Sunday morning, cleaning the little bit of blood off the vinyl car seat. Charlie cleaned off a spot and asked her to look at it to see if it was clean enough. She'd couldn't bring herself to answer, instead, she turned red and giggled. She looked so sweet and innocent in her red face that Charlie couldn't help but take her in his arms again. They almost got carried away, the urgency of their need, and knowing that he only had a week with her, brought them to hold each other solemnly, finding temporary comfort in each other's lips and arms. However, that Sunday after church, they decided to walk home, taking the shortcut behind the church. On the way through the cool trees of the church's meditation park, however, they lingered just a little too long, soon finding and baptizing, with their love, an empty patch of soft grass. Afterward they cuddled each other, whispering their love for each other which led to a second round of lovemaking, slower and gentler and cuddling again each other. As they lay there semi-naked, they heard voices and realized that they'd already been there too long. Quickly adjusting their clothing they arose from their hidden bower. Charlie helped Cassandra straighten her skirt, but when they cast around looking for her panties, they were nowhere to be found. Several months after Charlie was in Viet Nam, Cassandra found them hanging on one of the higher branches of one of the trees and almost completely out of sight. At any rate, Charlie handed her his clean handkerchief and she quickly cleaned herself with it. They never saw the owners of the voices and Cassandra said they must've been angels. Charlie grinned and said envious angels. Cassandra punched him on the shoulder, scolding him with a "Charlie" but she smiled back goofily all the same. Back at home, they sat with mom and dad, on the front porch, Patrick gave Cassandra his chair but Charlie had her on his lap and he wasn't about to let her up, just yet. Patrick went in the house for another chair anyway. Dad said that he was going to be pleased to make Cassandra a family chair. Knowing his sense of humor and leaning back against Charlie, she assayed a joke at her own expense: "be sure to make it extra solid," she smiled patting his arm, he laughed himself out of his chair, as she finished, "I'd hate to drop into it and have it give way." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Toward the middle of 1967, word filtered down to the line grunts that our spy network was getting information that Charlie was planning a surge. Nobody knew when or where. The general feel on the ground was somewhere after the new year, possibly during the lunar new year during the Tet. About all they seemed to know was that the Viet Cong were planning for local militias to rise and throw off the yoke of their yankee oppressors. So probing patrols were being sent into VC infested areas. The soldier found himself in the middle of one such patrol carrying an M-60 light machine gun, a misnomer, he fussed to himself, but it was a weapon he had learned to use to great effect. On that particular day the soldier's sergeant, a seasoned veteran of many fire-fights and all of nineteen years old, led and he followed as part of it, a six-man recon patrol, probing along the Nui Cau in advance of elements of the 25th Infantry. This particular patrol was only one of many, sent out by Special Operations Group (SOG) Intelligence and paralleling the regular infantry patrols, gathering information and reporting it directly back to SOG. It was the patrol that found it's quarry first. The stumbled on a small patrol first and withdrew under engagement. As they fell back, the soldier heard the unmistakable sound of ChiCom heavy machine guns, and knew that they were in deep shit. As heavy machine gun rounds bounced around them, the patrol's radio-man didn't wait for his NCO to direct him, he immediately called for help. The soldier quickly set up his own, almost incompetently small, machine gun and began sending rounds down-range. "X-Ray, this is Ranger five-four, request immediate suppression vicinity x-ray tango two seven niner six zero eight, over," the radio man suddenly dropped the hand set as three fifty-caliber rounds punched through his head and shoulders. "MOTHER-FUCKER!!" screamed the medic as he rolled over to the radio man. The soldier already knew, from the heavy caliber gun, that they were facing a far larger force than had been anticipated. "Roger, roger, Ranger five-four, ranging fire vicinity x-ray tango two seven niner six zero eight, firing for adjustment, over." "Fuck adjustment!" their buck-sergeant screamed into the handset, "we got them crawling up our ass! Lay it in heavy!" Several more fifty-cal rounds impacted around him and perforated the radio. The smaller caliber rounds, no less deadly, popped around their ears as they tried to become one with the earth. The soldier kept firing, hiding behind the impossibly small silhouette of his machine gun. His ammo loader was well-hidden behind a large Thitka, it was almost as good as iron-wood for cover. The sergeant rolled over to the soldier, a heavy caliber and several smaller caliber rounds finding him as he rolled. He died as he laid his hand on him, his reason for reaching him dying with him. The soldier pushed his sergeant's body over as he ripped out a jammed ammunition belt and re-loaded. The first round to impact the soldier's body ripped a long gash across his back from his shoulder blade to his buttocks. The heavy four-deuce mortar rounds finally began coming in, whistling overhead as he was hit with another small arms round through the back muscle. He didn't feel it at first, it was only a quick jerk on his back. He threw the machine gun across his shoulders and grabbed his sergeant's body to drag him back. "Pull back!" he screamed his bullhorn voice cutting through the confused and noisy cacophony of the firefight. He suddenly heard the 3rd Platoon crashing up to them. He turned and glanced quickly toward them, watching the deadly hail cutting them down. Their lieutenant, the platoon's leader, was down on his belly, looking wildly around, his arm -- completely unnoticed in his shock and confusion -- a shredded and bloody mess. The soldier dropped onto his belly, cursing the stupidity and false heroics of butter-bar lieutenants as he set up his gun again. He continued cursing at the stupidity of officers and this particular lieutenant, all the while knowing that it was up to him to cover this man's asininity. His assistant gunner, no longer behind any cover, took a round through the throat that ripped out his carotid artery and Adam's apple, his blood spraying out around his hand, dying voicelessly. Several more rounds impacted his jerking body as he flopped around. The soldier felt another round impact on his opposite shoulder as he opened up with his machine gun, laying fire where he believed the heavy caliber rounds were coming from. He didn't know how much good he was doing, but the heavy rounds ceased for a space. He rolled onto his right shoulder to set another belt of ammo into the M-60 and felt several soft impacts searing his chest, making it hard to breathe. The rest of 3rd platoon began to take cover around him, using his gun as their anchor. He heard one of the 3rd platoon's fifty caliber machine guns start up, it's heavy thump-thump-thumping sounding like music to his ears as he lowered his tired head into the ground. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - They had taken a walk that Sunday night just after they'd had dinner, a "snack" of momma's cold fried chicken, homemade cole slaw, re-heated baked potatoes, lemonade and of course, ice cold Cokes. Momma just couldn't live without at least three six ounce bottles a day. As the evening dwindled into the twilight, they moved over to the porch swing, cuddling and touching, trying to get their fill of each other before he had to leave. They were still sitting there at about eleven when Daddy came out and caught them necking. He circumspectly said that he and momma were going to bed and he'd close Jon and Pat's door, too, so they probably wouldn't know if anybody walked down the hallway to Charlie's room. He also added that they were getting married, after all, and they only had a little time together. However, Charlie was to make sure that nobody snuck up there -- at least not before everybody was all snug in their beds. Charlie smiled gratefully at his dad and Cassandra again reddened prettily. Sometime around 1am, Charlie leaned over and looked down into Cassandra's eyes. She looked up liquidly into his and nodded, smiling nervously, but agreeing. She was learning to assert her needs, but she would never get a chance to practice it with Charlie. They walked up to his room and Cassandra turned red as she stood and stared at Charlie's bed, a small twin. "You're my wife," he pulled her into his arms, "the piece of paper tomorrow will only legitimize it," he snuggled his scratchy chin into her neck, nibbling the soft, sweet flesh of it. She giggled and hunched her neck, reaching back to undo her zipper. Charlie's hands covered hers and took the zipper tab and pulled it down, sliding the dress off her soft, round shoulders. Cassandra slipped her arms out of the sleeves and reached up to his face pulling it down to her lips. They had this moment. They might never have another, but they had this moment and she wanted it to be as perfect as it could be. He undressed her slowly, kissing and adoring every inch of her that he could reach with his hands and his lips. She undid his belt buckle and let his trousers drop off his hips. He pulled his shirt off and she pushed his GI boxers down, surprised that his cock was as large as it was. She'd only seen her daddy's once and that was accidental, after that he'd made sure he locked the bathroom door, and Charlie's looked about that size. She wasn't sure if she should touch it, much as she wanted to. Charlie stepped out of his shoes and she knelt to pull his socks off, his cock waving in her face. "Can I touch it?" she asked hesitantly. "It's yours baby, touch it, bite it, shake hands with it, whatever you want to do with it, it's yours," he grinned down as she blushed again, "I can only use it with your permission on you." She reached up for it and felt it leaking it's lubricating fluid, the "pre-cum" that helps ease first sexual contact. "Is it pee?" she asked innocently. "No, baby, it's getting ready for you," he let her fondle it and caress it. "It's so silky and so stiff," she murmured. "Ready for bed?" he asked huskily. Cassandra nodded wordlessly her eyes still on his out-thrust member. Charlie took her hands and helped her to her feet and pulled her white cotton panties down, she had kicked off her shoes downstairs and they were still on the porch, and reached behind her and undid her bra. Her large breasts dropped out, heavy and pendulous, all peaches and cream with pink areolas and strawberry-pink nipples. Cassandra looked down at her bare breasts, surprised at her flesh's reaction to his eyes. Surprised that she was standing nude in front of someone other than her mother, a man at that, and didn't feel embarrassed. But then why should she be embarrassed, he wasn't just a man, he was HER man, HER HUSBAND man. Now, wait, that didn't sound quite right -- but what the heck, it described it right. She looked wonderingly up into his eyes as he waited patiently for her. When she looked up at him, he slid his hand up and cupped her nipples and what he could of her soft pillowy breasts, in his hands. She brought her hands up and caressed the backs of his, staring down at them as they caressed her breasts so wonderfully, they felt so good - so strong, so - so - so - she gave up trying to think, she just let the good feelings take her over. Charlie pulled her to him, walked her the two steps backward to his bed and sat her on the edge, slowly toppling with her onto it. She smiled as he ran his fingers down from her breasts and caressed her downy-soft pussy hair and into her wetly ready core. The feelings surprised her. It wasn't like the night before last or yesterday by the church, it was different, but it was the same. Their love-making the previous two days had been rushed, tinged with the hurry of possible discovery, but now, there was no rush. They had all night and it felt so impossibly more wonderful. Charlie rolled on top of her, there really wasn't that much room on that tiny twin bed, and slipped his cock into her slippery wetness. She gasped and cried out in the sudden heat of it as she felt his warm cock enter her, filling her innermost being so wonderfully. Charlie, for his part, wasn't in any rush either, as he set a slow luxurious rhythm. Cassandra was lost in a delirious sea of pleasure and lust. She ran her hands down his flanks to his ass-cheeks and took one in each hand, pulling him hard into her without realizing that she did. Charlie took his time, not wanting to rush, wanting to savor the soft sweetness of her pussy as long as he could. Cassandra was less hesitant and a few seconds later she came, bathing his cock in her creamy cum-honey. Her eyes fluttered and she gasped and held he breath tightly as she came. She gave a low tremulous moan as she took another breath, throwing her arms around Charlie's neck and pulling her head tightly into his neck. Charlie continued to rock into her, gently ad slowly, still savoring her gripping softness, the smooth texture of her hips in his hands, the slight flabbiness of her belly under his. "Oh, my God, Charlie," she moaned again. Charlie's lips continued to nibble on her soft shoulder, her gentle throat, her lovely ears. "You're my baby," he whispered as he got to her ears, "my lover," he kissed her throat, "my darling wife." "Oh, yes, Charlie," she murmured, happy for the moment, "forever and ever." "Forever and ever," he agreed. The next morning Cassandra and Charlie tried to sneak out of his room early, but Patrick came out at the same time, on his way to work, and smiled broadly on seeing them. "I see nothing," he grinned. Charlie chuckled and slapped him on the shoulder and Cassandra blushed even deeper than before. "Is it me, or is her complexion changing to red," Patrick joked. This time Cassandra punched his arm and took a wild swing at him that he easily ducked. Charlie grabbed Cassandra by the waist and hollered, "Run Pat, I'll hold her." Charlie took advantage of his hold on her, turning her around for a snuggle and a kiss. Pat looked over his shoulder as he took a running step and stopped. Cassandra "Shoot, I don't need to run," he waved at them, "a slow walk is fast enough. MA!" he hollered, "what's for breakfast, hurry, there's a wild woman up here eating Charlie's face!" Cassandra tried to turn furiously toward Pat, but Charlie held her tight and planted his lips on hers again. "Call and tell your ma to pack you some clothes, 'cause you ain't leavin' my arms no more," Charlie pulled her close and nibbled on her pink little ear. "Oh, Charlie! I got goose-bumps when you said that," she turned her face to his. "What?! I've lost my loving touch already?" he teased. "God, I hope not," she grinned, "but just the thought of me an' you together, finally, after all these years." "What all these years," Charlie grinned again, "I only met you six years ago." "So I was eleven," she smiled lovingly up at him, "I knew it was you for me then." They turned and headed for the stairs arms around waists. "Yeah, I thought you were pretty cute then, too," he smiled, "I wanted to keep you forever, but, heck, you wouldn't even give me the time of day, how can you say you wanted me back then?" "Hey, I was playing hard to get," she giggled. "I love you," Charlie whispered pressing his lips to her ear. "Oh, Charlie," she stopped, turned into his arms and kissed him again, "Charlie, I love you so much! Don't go! Stay!" she gave a little sob of despair, "we can go to Canada, I hear they let American Soldiers stay." Charlie's euphoric mood suddenly came crashing down and he looked down at his shoes almost apologetically. "You know me better than that, baby," he gathered her close and she sobbed into his shoulder. Dad came up to see what was holding up his breakfast, and saw her sobbing broken-heartedly on Charlie's shoulder so he quickly and quietly backed down the stairs, stepping over the squeaky one. "What's keeping them?" Momma asked. "I think they started saying good-bye," Daddy answered a little confused by his own emotions. "The boy's going off to get hisself killed, that's why," her eyes suddenly watered and she sniffed, "I been praying and crying over it," her shoulders shook as she pulled her apron up to cover her face. "Aw, baby doll," Daddy took Momma into his arms, tears running down his furrowed cheeks, "aw, sweetheart," he hurriedly swiped at his sudden tears, "he ain't gonna die," he lied bravely, "he'll do his three years and be home like he was never gone," his shoulders shook as his sudden sobs broke loose. It suddenly hit Jonathon and Patrick, that maybe Charlie was going for good. Patrick stood up suddenly and flung his napkin on the chair. "I gotta go," he sniffled, "Mike's always after me to stop by and drink some coffee on the way to work," he wiped his eyes and nose on his sleeve, "I'll just do that this morning and see y'all at the courthouse at eleven," he closed the screen door softly behind him. Jonathon just sat, his big hands clasped helplessly together as he prayed to Jesus and God and anybody else that would listen, to bring his big brother home safe and sound. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - The soldier rolled out of his pack, letting the thumping heavy machine gun lull him, he was tired and unable to keep his eyes open. He still felt no pain, just an overwhelming desire for sleep. "MEDIC!" someone screamed very near his ears. "God-DAMN! MEDIC!!" "It's okay, boy, we gonna patch you up! Be as good as new in a few days, boy, just stick with me, boy, keep them baby blues open, boy, that way I know you're still listenin' to me! C'MON BOY!" a strangely friendly voice buzzed in his ears. Charlie knew he was dying, he'd been hit too many times. And suddenly he heard Cassandra calling him. "Cassandra," he moaned, "I'm coming, baby, be home soon." - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Around nine-thirty, they all piled into daddy's Buick and, on the courthouse steps, they sealed their love for each other and got married. Mr. and Mrs. Charles M. Withers, Cassandra savored her name change. Momma and Daddy and Cassandra's Mom and Dad smiled benignly at them. Mr. Allen Johnstone, the owner of Al's Motel gave them a room, "comped" he said, for as long as Charlie was here, if he wanted it, and he'd have Wanda cater for them. Charlie looked at Cassandra, she looked back at him and, at first, shrugged her shoulders, but then shook her head. They'd have what little honeymoon they were going to have at Charlie's parents home. Epilogue: Charlie came home. The lieutenant whose life he'd saved, personally led his body's escort, his mangled arm had been straightened and casted. He was supposed to still be on bed rest, his arm in support, but he owed the boy, and this last courtesy was his way of relieving some of the debt, the rest would come when he went back to exact revenge. They would pay with their blood, he swore. He would take his hero's weight in Viet Cong bodies, he swore, this boy that he didn't even know, this boy had given his life for him and his platoon. This boy had heroically won them those few precious minutes they needed to set up and gain the advantage and he swore he'd exact a revenge for it. The Guard of Honor, led by this injured lieutenant slowly and gently lowered his casket onto the gantry. They saluted and held it as the seven guns sounded three times. Cassandra flinched with each volley, then, as his casket was slowly lowered, a very pregnant Cassandra screamed out in a piercing howl of pain and disbelief, screaming his name again and again. Suddenly, she threw down the flag that had covered his casket, and took two running steps toward the bier, wanting to throw herself onto it, wanting to lie with him for this last time, forever. The Lieutenant, unprepared for this, blocked her and held onto her with his one good arm as Daddy Benjamin and her own Daddy caught up to her, holding her as Momma knelt, picking up the flag and hugging it to her breast, weeping in devastated helplessness, her heart broken and her children all standing around her also weeping. The lieutenant, dropped to his knees, the pain of the sudden exertion too much for him in his condition. He was down on all three points, the pain from his destroyed arm sweeping through him dizzingly. Danny Oliver, an old alcoholic Korean War Veteran, helped him to his feet and onto a quickly offered chair. A black-headed young boy picked up his hat and dusted it off before handing it to him. The lieutenant found himself face to face with the future as he touched the boy's face before accepting his hat. - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - A few months later, Pat joined the Peace Now movement, his twin brother Jon more or less following his lead. A couple of weeks after Charlie's funeral, Cassandra gave birth to a big, happy baby boy whom she named Charlie Withers. No need to add the Junior, she'd said. She smiled gratefully at Momma Jenna for being there, her own mother having passed away just after Charlie departed for Viet Nam. "He's got Charlie's lips," she whispered. Momma nodded agreement. "I hope he's got Charlie's eyes," she smiled again a little more joyfully, "guess we'll see when he opens them." Momma nodded mutely, trying not to let her grief mar this wonderful occasion. She just ought to be happy that they had another boy, and please God, she sobbed, don't let him die in some godforsaken country in some stupid war. The next memorial day, Charlie's name along with a dozen other boys from the county that had died in Viet Nam, were memorialized. 187 Charlie, RVN — (30) — Cassandra and Annie Ch. 01 Cassandra and I had been together for three months, but it seemed much longer than that. Things were so intense with that girl. Three months and we were already talking marriage and babies and the rest of our lives and it didn't seem that far-fetched. We'd progressed beyond our initial "crazed sex bunnies" stage and were moving into deeper waters. The sex was still amazing, but it had become more relaxed, less desperate. Since she'd confessed to me her most shameful secret, an affair she'd had with her own brother (see "Cassandra's Secret") the sex between us had become less scary/intense, and more warm and intimate. Not as frequent, from twice a day to three times a week, but I still couldn't complain. We were both taking day classes at a local community college. That plus the fact that we both had part-time jobs now (she was waiting tables, I was working at a record store in the mall) meant that we were no longer together every minute of every day as we had been practically all summer. I spent most nights at her house, though. Her Mom was surprisingly cool about this. She liked me and I think she understood that we were serious about one another. So that's where we were at when Cassandra's friend Annie came to stay with her for a week. They'd been best friends at Cassandra's old school before she'd moved here. Cassandra talked about her a lot, but this was the first time I'd actually met her. Annie was an outwardly very shy and quiet person, but she had a crazy streak in her just as Cassandra did. I swear those two brought out the worst in each other. They'd dare each other to, say, shoplift from the mall, or to walk into a hotel and swim naked in the swimming pool. Annie had light brown hair, was pretty, a bit heavier than Cassandra but by no means fat. I thought she was attractive, but at first I followed what I believed was a very sane policy of not paying too much attention to my girlfriend's friends. We even tried to set her up with my friend Jerry while she was in town, but it became clear pretty quickly that they weren't really into each other. Jerry was into punk and hard-core industrial music and Annie still thought Huey Lewis was kind of cool. At the age of nineteen, this was a serious cultural divide. Still, we went on a few double dates together. Then, one night that week, I was sleeping over at Cassandra's. We had just made love and were lying there, holding one another and waiting for sleep. Cassandra rolled over and asked me, out of the blue, what I thought of Annie. "She's pretty cool," I said. "No," Cassandra said. "I mean, do you think she's sexy?" I wasn't sure at all how to answer this question. Cassandra had not so far proven to be the jealous type, but I was still wary. "I guess she's OK," I said, a pretty neutral reply. "The reason I'm asking is," Cassandra leaned on one arm beside me on the bed. "Well, you know those Nancy Friday books my Mom has?" I nodded. For those unfamiliar, Nancy Friday has written a series of books about female sexual fantasies. She examines the psychological and sociological significance of the fantasies, but of course everyone skips over those parts. The fantasies themselves are unbelievably hot. Every perverted thing you can think of. I highly recommend the books. Cassandra and I sometimes read passages aloud to get us in the mood. Never failed. "Well," Cassandra said. "Today Annie was reading one of those books. A chapter about group sex, and she said, 'Wouldn't it be weird if you, me and Christian had a menage a trois?'" I was literally stunned into silence. "Christian?" Cassandra said after a while. "Yeah, I'm here." "We talked about it for a while. I said I'd ask you if you'd be into that." "Are you kidding?" "No," Cassandra said. "You'd do that?" "Sure," she said. "Why not?" "I would have sex with Annie?" "Yeah." "And you wouldn't get jealous?" "No," Cassandra said. "I'd be right there with you." "So you'd have sex with her too?" "That's what a menage a trois is." She said this very slowly, as if explaining it to a child. I know I was being dense, but I had a hard time believing that what I was hearing was true. "Oh my God," was all I could bring myself to say. "So, you're interested?" "Of course I'm interested." "OK," Cassandra said. She rolled over, her back to me, and yawned. "I'll tell Annie." Even though we'd just had sex, Cassandra's surprising invitation had me at full mast again. I slid my hand between her buttocks, my fingers searching for moisture. She stiffened up and pulled away from my touch. "Christ, we just did it," she said. "Come on, I'm tired." So I just lay there beside her, thinking about what she'd said. It was a very long time before I could fall asleep. The next day we already had plans to go into Chicago, forty miles away, with Annie and Jerry. The girls liked to check out the funky little thrift stores in the trendy gay neighborhoods, and Jerry and I liked going to the cool record stores. Four small-town kids in the big city. Needless to say, I was seeing Annie in a completely new light. Like I said, I'd never looked at her too closely before, but now I couldn't keep my eyes off her. I discovered that she was extremely pretty, with big brown eyes which seemed to stay on me as much as mine were on her. I know this might be hard to believe, but that was the first time I noticed how nice her breasts were. I hadn't considered them before, but I saw now they were like big, fluffy pillows and I drove myself crazy wondering what it would be like to lay my head between them. Part of the reason for this was that, in contrast to Cassandra, Annie dressed rather conservatively. Whereas Cassie favored things like short spaghetti–strap peasant dresses with nothing underneath, Annie always wore slacks and blouses buttoned to the neck. I knew rationally that she must have had a body beneath all that, but it took real focus to determine what that body might be like. Until today, I hadn't made the effort. When we finally got back to town, I drove to Jerry's house and pulled up in front. I guess he took the hint, because he got out of the car without complaint. Annie got out to say good-bye and gave him a pretty chaste good-night kiss on the mouth. Weirdly, I felt a flush of jealousy. Then she got back in the car and the three of us went back to Cassandra's. I was so hard in my jeans that it was difficult to shift gears. At Cassie's house, we went straight to her room. None of us had said anything, but we all knew what was going to happen. I sat on the bed and Annie sat beside me. Seizing the initiative, I kissed her. It was very strange, kissing this girl full on the mouth while my girlfriend watched from across the room. I think they were both surprised by my boldness in making this first move. Hell, I surprised myself. "Well, you don't waste any time," Cassandra noted. Annie pulled away. "You're a good kisser," she said. "Cassie's better," I said. Annie smiled. "I know." Cassandra came over and sat down on the opposite side of Annie. She put her arm around her friend. "We were making out in the back seat for half the ride home. I'm surprised you didn't notice." They then proceeded to demonstrate. A deep soul kiss with light friendly touching. It was amazing to behold. "Wow," I said when they finished. "Are you sure Jared won't mind you doing this with us?" Cassandra said, teasingly. Jared was Annie's boyfriend back home. They'd met at church camp and he was apparently very serious about sin and guilt. Annie had confided that they'd had lots of oral but had only actually had sex once, the first time for both of them. Of course, this meant Annie was practically a virgin. "If I told Jared about this, his head would explode," Annie laughed. She kissed me again. From the other side, Cassandra nuzzled her neck and cupped Annie's fabulous breasts. "He won't even come in my mouth," she said. "He's afraid to." "What's he afraid of?" I said, my voice shaking, unable to rise above a whisper. "Brimstone and hellfire," Annie laughed. She turned to Cassandra. "Do you let Christian come in your mouth?" Cassandra kissed her again, mumbling an affirmative. "Mmm-hmm." "Do you like it?" Annie said breathlessly. "I love it," Cassandra said. "Do you swallow it?" "Mmmm," Cassandra answered. The girls kissed again. I held them both and just watched. Then I was kissing Annie again. It went back and forth like that for a little while, Annie kissing each of us in turn. "I want to watch," she said after a while. "Watch what?" I said. "I want to watch her suck your cock." Annie was not typically one for vulgar talk. The word "cock" sounded blunt and outrageous when she said it. "OK," Cassandra said, sliding off the bed. She kneeled on the floor before me and unzipped my jeans. I was hard as a railroad spike. She leaned forward and, smiling up at us, took me into her lips. Cassie was incredibly talented with her mouth, and it was made even more intense by how Annie watched with rapt fascination. She brushed her fingers along Cassandra's cheek, which bulged with my erection. I think Cassie was showing off a little, blowing me like a porn star, alternating between deep plunging and agonizingly slow tongue action on the head. Annie kissed me, her mouth at my lips just as hungry as Cassandra's at my cock. Finally, she said, "I want to try." The girls traded places, Annie kneeling on the floor now and Cassandra sitting beside me on the bed again. Annie regarded my penis with curiosity. "Don't come yet, OK?" she said. "Maybe later I'll want to try that, but right now I just want to suck you a little." "OK," I mumbled. I was still shaking with excitement. Cassandra slid her arms around me as her best friend took me in her mouth. Annie wasn't as skilled as Cassandra, but the very fact of her inexperience made it really hot. She was like an eager student, trying to imitate Cassie's cocksucking style. I leaned back in bed and Cassandra kissed me all over my face, her hands going wild all over my chest and arms. "Having fun?" she whispered as she sucked my earlobe. I could only nod. I was approaching the edge. I put my hand on Annie's head. "You better stop," I said. Annie released me and smiled up, clearly eager for my approval. "Thank you," I said. "You're amazing." All three of us got undressed then. Cassandra turned out the lights and lit some candles. She put on some music to cover any noise we might make. After all, her Mom was still awake. We laid down naked on Cassandra's narrow twin bed, Annie between us. I had said that her breasts were wonderful, but that was when they had been contained within the industrial strength bra she wore. Now unfurled, glowing with the golden candlelight, they were nothing less than spectacular. Shimmering like tear drops, wine-colored nipples at stiff attention. Cassandra seemed as enchanted by her friend's breasts as I was. We each went after one, like hungry infant twins. In my mouth, Annie's nipple grew fatter and harder. It was almost like sucking a little cock. My hand and Cassandra's hand each reached down between Annie's legs, crawling through the stiff wiry hair, racing to find her clitoris. Cassandra got there first and I felt Annie tense up with the pleasure. My fingers dipped down below and found her dripping wet. "Go down on her," Cassandra commanded. I didn't need to be told twice. I crawled down between her legs and took as much of her pulsing, dripping pussy into my mouth as I could. Cassandra's fingers were still at work down there, and I licked between them. Just as I had been amazed by how different Cassandra had tasted from my first girlfriend Melissa, I was amazed again by how different Annie tasted. Cassandra was wild and musky, like some exotic fruit. Annie was like sweet heady wine, dripping with Merlot. They received it differently, too. Cassandra always moved under my lips, squirming and bucking. Annie lay as still as she could, like she was afraid she would scare me away. Her body shivered, though. Little electrical tremors all up and down her legs. I glanced up and I saw that Cassandra and Annie were kissing and stroking each other's breasts. After what felt like a very long time, Cassandra grabbed my hair and pulled me away. "He does that well, doesn't he?" Cassandra said. "God yeah," Annie gasped. "But now it's my turn." Cassandra dove into her friend's sweet pussy. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, in this wild wide world that compares to the sight of your girlfriend going down on another woman. Annie gasped, as if surprised. All I could do was watch, and stroke my cock helplessly. Annie looked over and saw that I what I was doing. She watched, frankly amazed, her jaw slack with the pleasure of what Cassandra was doing to her. Cassandra raised her head, but Annie grabbed her and shoved her back down. "Don't stop," she begged. "I'm so close!" Cassandra, laughing, lapped furiously at Annie's clit until the girl was practically screaming. I stroked myself hard, forcing myself to stop just short of shooting off. I was throbbing, my cock buzzing. Cassandra crawled up into Annie's arms. "Do you want to go down on me?" she asked. Annie shook her head, disappointing me greatly. "Sorry," she said. "I'm just not ready for that." Cassandra frowned, a bit disappointed also I think. "Well, what do you want to do?" Annie looked at me, then whispered in Cassandra's ear. Cassandra nodded. "She wants you to fuck her," she said to me. I crawled over to her without hesitation, but Annie said, "Wait." Annie grabbed her purse off the floor and pulled out a condom. "Would you put this on?" "Sure," I said, already tearing it open. I climbed on top. Cassandra grabbed my rubber-sheathed penis and guided it into her friend's pussy. Annie gasped and tensed up. She was wrapped around me unbelievably tight. I realized that she was scared, that maybe I was hurting her. "Are you OK?" I whispered. She nodded. "You're bigger than Jared, that's all." "Relax," I said. "Kiss me." Annie kissed me. I rolled in and out of her, slowly. Cassandra's hand still held me down there, as if she wanted to verify that I was in fact penetrating her friend. It was kind of strange. Annie had loosened up a little, but was laying still as a corpse. I couldn't feel much with the rubber on anyway, so after a few minutes I pulled out. "I'm sorry," Annie said. "Don't be sorry," I said. "You were great." "Now what do you want to do?" Cassandra asked me. "We can do anything?" I said. "Anything Annie's up for," Cassandra smiled. "I want you to get on top of me while Annie sits on my face," I said. I had given this some serious thought. "Like a human pyramid?" Cassandra laughed. "Yeah, a human pyramid." So there was a few seconds of arranging limbs. Cassandra pulled off the condom and tossed it away with distaste. Then she straddled my lap, pulling me into her buttery softness. "You don't use protection?" Annie asked, as she lowered her dripping vagina onto my eager mouth. "I'm almost on my period, so it's OK," said Cassandra. "Besides, I hate those things." Annie squirmed on my face. "Can you breath back there?" she asked. "Mmm," I mumbled, my mouth full of her. I was lost in ecstacy. This was the most incredible thing I'd ever experienced. Two wonderful vaginas. Cassandra was doing the circular rocking motions with her hips that she knew drove me crazy, flexing and unflexing her vaginal muscles around my cock. She was so hot, so wet. Annie was moving, too, lifting up off me to tease me, then sitting down fully so I was practically drowning in her. I bore the weight of the two women easily, they crushed me in a most pleasant manner. I couldn't see anything except Annie's cute ass, but I could tell by the way they were moving that the girls were kissing each other, their mouths forming the apex of the pyramid. I gave Annie's asshole a little lick. Cassandra likes that, but it was clear that this made Annie uncomfortable. She tensed up and pulled away, so I contented myself with her delicious, wine-flavored pussy. I thrust my tongue deep inside, to penetrate her tight little hole. Then I sucked on her pearly clitoris. She squealed and squirmed above me. I could tell by the way Cassandra moved that she was close. She was going faster, straight up-and-down plunging instead of her crazy circles. Her pussy squeezed me tight and I could feel it getting wetter. Both girls were moaning, their cries muffled by each other's lips. Annie suddenly filled my mouth with a spurt of fluid and I felt her pussy twitching and spasming over my lips. At the same time, Cassandra stopped riding me and just fell upon me with all her weight, burying me in her to the hilt. Her vagina pulsed like a heartbeat. I had just got two women off simultaneously. I felt like Superman. They both rolled off me, laughing breathlessly. "You haven't come yet?" Cassandra said in disbelief. I shrugged. It was true. Usually, I lasted at the longest fifteen or twenty minutes, but the three of us had been at it for almost an hour and I still had a rock-hard-on. I gave thanks to the God of Erections for this miracle. "OK," Cassandra said, a bit impatiently. "How do you want to get off?" I was debating in my head which girl I wanted to have suck me off when Annie said, "I want to watch him do it himself, with his hand." We both looked at her curiously. "I've never seen a guy do that," she said. "I think it would be cool." "Well, you heard her," Cassandra said. So that's how, at the end of my first taste of group sex with two gorgeous women, I wound up jerking off. I have to say, though, it was kind of exciting having them watch me. It didn't take long, either. Just a few minutes of fucking my fist and I was spurting all over the place. The first couple spasms were so powerful that I sprayed my own chin and chest. The next six or seven spat great puddles of semen all over my belly. It was a pretty intense ejaculation, I was so keyed up from the past hour, and I just lay there breathlessly, covered in come. "Wow," Annie said. "That's a lot." "Do you want to taste it?" Cassandra asked. "No," Annie balked. "Come on, you have to try it." Cassandra dipped her finger in my flooded naval and brought a sticky glob to Annie's lips. Annie tasted it curiously. "Salty," she noted. "I love it," Cassandra said. Then, God bless her, she lapped at me like a kitten. She cleaned me up, licking away every drop. I don't know why this was so gratifying, but it blew my mind. When she was finished and gave me a salty kiss, I was even more in love with her than I had been before. So that was my first three-way. The story does have a brief epilogue, though. A little later, Annie had fallen asleep and Cassandra was curled naked in my arms. "Did you like that?" she asked sleepily. "That was the most amazing thing that's ever happened to me," I said, with utter sincerity. "Thank you so much." "Well," Cassandra looked up at me in the dark. "I did kind of have an ulterior motive." "What do you mean?" "That was one of your all-time fantasies, right?" "Yeah, it was." There was no use denying that. "I have a fantasy, too," Cassandra said. "Oh, really?" I said. "What's your fantasy?" "I want to be with two guys." "I thought you already did that." I remembered a story she told me about an afternoon spent with twin brothers. "Yeah, well, I want to be with two guys who . . ." her voice dropped to a whisper. " . . . do things to each other." "Oh," I said, a bit taken aback to say the least. "Ah . . ." "You told me you've thought about being with another guy." Cassandra and Annie Ch. 01 "Sure, I've thought about it, but . . ." Idle fantasy was one thing, actual homosexual experimentation quite another. "Would you just consider it," she said. "For me? It would really turn me on." "Sure, I'll consider it." "Thank you," she kissed me. "If we did this," I asked, " who would it be with?" "Oh, there's this guy at my old school. Steve." "He's gay?" "No," Cassandra said. "He's straight but, just like you, he's curious to try it with a guy." I sighed out loud. "I don't know, Cassandra. Will you let me think about it?" "That's all I ask." We lay together in the dark in silence for a while. "Christian?" Cassandra said eventually. "Yeah?" "Can you get hard again?" "I think so," I said. "Good, because I want you to fuck me." "All right," I said. The invitation made, it didn't take me long to get aroused again. I slipped inside her. "I want you to come inside me," Cassandra whispered. "So I know you're still mine and I'm still yours." "Yes, darling," I said. Gently we made love, so as not to wake the woman who slept beside us. I didn't know it then, but this was the beginning of the end. TO BE CONTINUED . . . Cassandra & Carolyn Cassandra and I had only been together for less than a month. You know how it is. Those first few weeks of wild, crazy love when you can’t get enough of one another. We were both eighteen and sex was still a new, forbidden thing of wonder. Our bodies were each, for the other, like untested carnival rides. We fucked a lot. I mean, a lot. My Dad worked days and her Mom worked nights, so there was always a place we could go. If, by some fluke, both our parents were home, we would go for long drives to secluded spots. Either that or over to my friend Greg’s house. He had a pool and a hot tub, as well as a well-stocked bar and perpetually absent parents. Jesus, we did it until we simply couldn’t do it anymore. Luckily, at eighteen, I got hard-ons about seven times a day. Believe me when I tell you that not many of them went to waste. I must have spent a couple hundred dollars on condoms and, if we ever found ourselves without, we’d simply suck each other off. We both had oral fixations, thank God. And after, or I should say in between, the sex, we would talk. I wanted to know everything about her and she wanted to know everything about me, but mostly we talked about sex. Her sexual past was a lot more varied and interesting than mine, to say the least. Cassandra had taken my virginity and, prior to that, my only other experience had been lots of ball-busting foreplay with my frigid ex, Melissa. My hand-job stories were pretty boring in the face of some of Cassandra’s exploits. Some guys, I know, are intimidated by girls with a wild past, but I was never less than enthralled. “I was kind of a slut,” she admitted sheepishly. She told me about the time she and her two friends went to a motel room with two older guys. (Three girls and two guys meant Cassandra ended up sharing with a friend.) Then there was her three-way with identical twin brothers. (“Even their cocks looked alike.”) Or the time she jerked off a complete stranger in a crowded movie theater. Or the time when she, on a dare, went shopping for shoes in a short skirt and no panties so she could flash the salesman. An anal sex experiment using honey as a lubricant (“That was kind of messy.”) A wild summer at church camp, of all places, where she slept with five guys in less than two weeks. “What’s the craziest thing you ever did?” I asked her once. We were in the shower together, following an entire morning spent screwing. We were both spent, and a little sore, but I knew the answer to this question could get the batteries charged again real quick. Cassandra frowned, though. “I’m not ready to tell you that one yet. But I’ll tell you the second craziest.” “OK,” I nodded, my imagination already going wild. “What was his name?” “Carolyn.” I nearly dropped the soap. “Carolyn? You did it with a girl?” “Yeah,” Cassandra laughed. “That’s not that weird.” Despite the two times I’d already gotten off that day, I was instantly hard again. “What is it with guys and lesbian sex?” Cassandra asked, smiling down at my sudden boner. She soaped up her hand and started giving me a very in-depth cleaning. “I mean, what’s the big deal?” “I don’t know,” I said, my voice shaking. “Please tell me about it, though.” She laughed again and gave me a long kiss. “All right, but let’s go back into the bedroom.” We rinsed and toweled off and climbed naked back into my bed. Just the thought, the bare mention, of Cassandra having been with a girl, had got me excited and ready again. I was wild with lust, kissing and nibbling her all over. “Stop,” she said, pushing me off. “Do you want to hear the story or not?” “Oh God yes please,” I gasped. “OK,” she said patiently. “But you can’t touch me until I’m done. All right?” “I’ll TRY not to,” I said, which was the best I could promise. “This was at my old school,” she began. “Carolyn was in a few of my classes, and she had a reputation for being gay. But, the thing was, she wouldn’t admit to it. In fact, she was always going on about how much she hated dykes. If there was another girl who she thought was a lesbian, she would stalk and torment her. Literally. But she was so obsessed with the subject that it was obvious to everyone what was really going on. Everyone except her, maybe.” “What did she look like?” I asked. “She was pretty, in a way,” Cassandra said. “But, you know how the kind of butch-looking lesbians look OK because they’re, I don’t know, natural? Well, Carolyn wasn’t natural at all. She tried to dress like the rest of the girls, and do her hair and her make-up, but she just didn’t have a knack for it. It always looked really weird on her. Somebody trying hard to look normal, when she really wasn’t. So she didn’t really have a lot of friends, and neither did I.” “Really?” I asked. I would have thought that Cassandra, as cool as she was, would have been incredibly popular. “Well, that’s sort of the drawback to being . . . how I was. Girls hated me because I put out so easily and guys would maybe go out with me once or twice, but they didn’t really want to have much to do with me at school.” “That’s terrible,” I said, taking one of her nipples tenderly in my mouth. “Yeah, whatever,” Cassandra said. “I’m trying to tell a story here.” “Keep going.” “So, anyway, Carolyn and I started hanging out. She was funny and smart, a little obnoxious sometimes, and she could get abrasive, but she was OK to hang with. But the whole time I’m thinking about going to bed with her. I mean, she had this reputation, and I was wildly curious about it.” “You were?” “Yeah. My Dad had this secret cache of porno magazines. I knew where he hid them, and I’d look at them every chance I got. The stuff that turned me on the most were the pictures or the stories with girls having sex with other girls. God, it got me hot. Whenever I masturbated, that’s all I’d think about. Another girl. I’d even . . .” Cassandra laughed. “This is kinda weird.” “What?” “Sometimes, I’d play with myself until I got really, really wet,” Cassandra began to demonstrate, her hand reaching down between her legs. “Then I’d work my hand in as far as I could . . .” Four fingers disappeared inside her. “Then I’d lick my fingers to taste myself.” Cassandra thrust her hand into her mouth and started to suck it clean. It just about blew my mind. “I loved the taste,” she said. “So do I,” I said, and began to dive down to drink straight from the well. Cassandra stopped me, though. “If you start that, I won’t be able to finish the story.” I almost didn’t care, I wanted her so badly. But, I did want to hear the story, so I contented myself with helping Cassandra clean her fingers. “Where was I?” she said. “You were hanging out with Carolyn, trying to get her into bed.” “Oh yeah,” Cassandra said. “It was rough at first, though. She still kept up with the ‘dykes make me sick’ stuff. I’d say things like, ‘I don’t think it’s a bad thing,’ and even ‘I’ve wondered about it sometimes,’ just to let her know where I stood, but she still kept on with it.” “So then one night, she asked if she could stay over at my house. I was like, now maybe we’ll get somewhere. So we were up in my room, it was late at night, and I kind of gradually steered the conversation around to sex.” “I’ll bet you did.” “I told her all my stories, all the ones I’ve told you. I could tell by the things that she asked me that she didn’t have any experience at all. She was especially horrified when I told her about giving head. She was like, ‘You put his thing . . . in your MOUTH?’ and ‘When his stuff comes out . . . you SWALLOW it?’ She acted like she was really grossed out, but I could tell it was turning her on.” “So then I hauled out my Dad’s magazines and we started to look at them together. I let her turn the pages, and she really lingered on the lesbian stuff. Carolyn would make comments about how disgusting it was, but it wasn’t even halfway convincing anymore. We were sitting really close, so close that I could feel her shaking with excitement. I don’t have to tell you how turned on I was.” “Then she put the magazine down and said, all wistful like, ‘I’ll never get a boyfriend.’ And I said, ‘Why do you say that?’ And she said, ‘Because I’m so ugly.’ And I said, ‘I think you’re gorgeous,’ because right at that moment, she was. She was all flushed and trembling, aroused and terrified at the same time. She said, ‘I’ve never even kissed a boy. I wouldn’t even know how.’ So of course I said, ‘You can practice on me if you want to.’” “She kissed me. And it was like I’d never kissed anybody before, it was so fresh and soft and new. We were both shaking all over. We kissed for a long time, then I took a chance and reached up and touched her breast. She was wearing a t-shirt and a bra underneath, but I could still feel how hard her nipple was through all of that. She let me touch her there for few seconds, then she pulled away.” “She said, ‘I’m tired now. I want to go to sleep.’ So I stretched out on the bed and said. ‘All right. Let’s go to bed.’ But then she got up and grabbed the sleeping bag she’d brought over and spread it out on the floor. I couldn’t believe it. I said, ‘Why don’t you sleep in the bed with me? It’s more comfortable than the floor.’ But Carolyn just said, ‘No, that’s all right. I’m fine.’ Then she climbed into the sleeping bag without even taking her clothes off, and said, ‘good night.’” “I was kind of pissed. She’d got me all worked up, and then just chickened out. So I said, ‘How can you sleep with your clothes on like that? I usually sleep naked.’ Then I stood up and took everything off, real slow so she’d have to watch.” “You didn’t,” I laughed. “Of course I did. I was taunting her a little bit. She didn’t take her eyes off me for a second, but all she said was, ‘You should really shave your armpits. That’s gross.’” “It is not,” I said, kissing the soft clean hair under Cassandra’s arms. “I got back into bed and turned out the light. I was so keyed up that I knew I’d never be able to sleep unless I got myself off, so I did it right there. I didn’t even try to be quiet about it, either. I didn’t care if she heard me. When I was done, I just rolled over and went to sleep.” “I know there’s more to this story,” I said. “Be patient, darling,” Cassandra said. “So I don’t know how long I’d been asleep, maybe a couple of hours. I woke up because I was cold. I opened my eyes and saw Carolyn standing beside the bed. She’d pulled the sheets off me. The closet light was on, and she’d opened the door enough so the light shined on my body without shining on my face. I squinted my eyes down so she wouldn’t be able to tell I was awake. She was in shadow, but it was obvious that she was naked from the waist down and that she had her hand between her legs, masturbating while she watched me sleep.” “Oh my God,” I said. “Didn’t that freak you out?” Cassandra smiled. “No. I kind of liked it. She stepped closer to the bed and her hand started moving faster. I could hear how wet she was. I could even smell her. Then she . . .” Here Cassandra laughed and shook her head. “Then she took her hand out and touched my lips really lightly, letting the juice just drip from her fingers into my mouth.” “Jesus.” “Yeah,” Cassandra said. “It was all I could do not to move or make a sound. But I knew that would ruin it. The only way Carolyn was going to do anything was if I pretended to be asleep. She ran her hand down my entire body, so lightly that I couldn’t tell if she was really touching me or if I was just feeling the heat of her fingers. My neck, my breasts, my stomach, then between my legs; so gently that it was barely a touch.” “I had been sleeping on my side, but then I rolled over onto my back. I was still playing like I was asleep, like it was just by a happy coincidence that I ended up laying there with my legs spread open so she could get at me.” “She stopped touching me and crawled onto the bed slowly, I can’t even tell you how slowly, creeping up between my legs so slow that she didn’t even make the bedsprings creak. Then I felt her mouth on me.” Cassandra was breathless, lost in the memory. “She did it so lightly, so gently,” Cassandra took my hand and demonstrated, her tongue fluttering on my palm so delicately it felt like a butterfly had landed there. “I didn’t think it could possibly get me off, but . . .” Cassandra now guided my hand between her legs. I tried to my touch as gentle as Carolyn’s. “She did it for so long. It felt like hours, just slow and light and persistent. I drifted in and out of sleep, for real, and every time I woke up, she was still at it and I was a little closer. I thought the sun would come up before I would, but when I finally got there, it was so intense. I couldn’t believe it. I’d never come so hard in my life, before or since. I cried out. I almost screamed. Carolyn froze. She just stopped. I couldn’t stand it, so I grabbed her by the hair and just ground her face into me. Then she went wild, sucking and licking and kissing. My God, I nearly passed out.” “So I’m lying there, recovering, and Carolyn started to slip out of the bed. But I said, ‘Wait.’ That was the only word either of us spoke through this whole thing. ‘Wait.’ Because I had to eat her pussy. I just had to. That was the one thing I’d fantasized about most when I thought about being with another girl. Sometimes, with those magazines, I would actually lick the close-up pictures of all those cunts. I’d actually lick the magazine page. And I knew that this was a one-time deal. In the morning, it would be over, so this was my only chance for God knows how long.” “Carolyn knew what I wanted. She climbed up onto the bed and spread her legs open and then she pretended to go to sleep. It was pretty obvious that we were both awake, but it was like that was the only way she could bring herself to do anything. So whatever. I was beyond caring. I didn’t have the patience to do to her what she’d done to me, so I just dove in there. I went straight for her clit. It was weird, it was so swollen and hard that it was like a little nipple.” “The other weird thing was how different she tasted from me. She was almost sweet. I loved it. I couldn’t get enough. I sucked and licked and she got off hard and fast. She started to twitch and spasm and she got so wet all of the sudden and I just drank it all up.” “Then she pushed me away. We didn’t say another word. She climbed out of bed and crawled back into her sleeping bag. I got back under the covers, and we both just went to sleep.” “The next morning, while we were eating breakfast downstairs, she looked at me and said, ‘I had the weirdest dream last night. I dreamed that we fucked.’ ‘Really?’ I said. ‘Yeah,’ she said, ‘Then I woke up and I almost puked.’” “No,” I groaned. Cassandra nodded sadly. “Yeah. One of the most amazing experiences in my entire life, and that was all she could say about it. She couldn’t even admit that it really happened.” “Then, back at school, she started telling everybody that I’d made a pass at her. Nobody believed her, really, but it didn’t matter. That was the end of our friendship.” “She graduated a year ahead of me,” Cassandra went on. “She went right into the Army after school and, sort of ironically, that’s where she finally came out. I got a letter from her when she was stationed in Germany, and she apologized for how she’d treated me and she told me how much the night we’d spent together really meant to her. She had a German girlfriend and, she wrote, ‘She has hairy armpits just like you!’ But I never heard from her after that.” “Wow,” I said. It seemed like all I could say. “Wow.” Cassandra looked up at me and smiled. There were no more words to be said. I rolled on top of her and we made love. Slowly at first, but gradually becoming more and more frenzied. I couldn’t get the images from her story out of my head. It excited me so much, more than anything she’d ever told me before. I’m not even sure why. Just that she’d done this incredible, forbidden thing and then allowed me inside. It was like making love to a Goddess. She was turned on by having told the story, too. I could tell. She was on fire, wild and alive underneath me, receiving me as I crashed down on her like hurricane waves. When it was over, we were spent. Completely. There was no energy left in either of us and we just lay there naked and sweaty in each other’s arms. That’s when I remembered something she had said. “Wait a minute,” I said. “That was the SECOND craziest thing?” Cassandra and Her Mother NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Any relation to actual people or happenings is completely coincidental. * I was nervous. REALLY nervous. I was only 1, headed to my friend Cassandra's house to take her to our senior prom dance. I was standing in front of her door in a nice shirt and tie. I reached a shaking hand forward and rang the doorbell. *Diiiinngg dooooonnnggg* Her mother, Greta, came to the door. She was wearing a short skirt and high heel pumps, and a very revealing blouse. I tried hard to keep my jaw from dropping. "Uhh...h-hi Ms. Hansen, I'm here to pick up Cass...." "Oh, hello there Steven! She's upstairs, still getting ready. Come on inside." I followed her into the house and sat down on the comfortable sofa in the living room. "Can I get you anything to drink, dear," she asked, leaning down and giving me a clear shot of her cleavage. "Uhh, a water will be fine, thank you," I managed to stammer out, trying not to stare at her beautiful 36D tits. She went into the kitchen and I couldn't help but admire the sway of her ass as she walked. I could definitely see where Cass had gotten her figure. Cass and I had been best friends since 3rd grade when I had transferred schools. She was the first girl I had ever had a crush on and we were both each others' first kiss - but that had happened a long time ago. We were both in high school now and a lot more mature - mentally and physically. Her father had died in a car accident when she was in 6th grade and I was there to help her through it. She and her mother had also become very close during this time. Cass had a great figure, with a slim waist, a round, heart-shaped ass, and tits that were just the right size for her frame. She stands a few inches shorter than me so whenever I look down at her face I can always get a good look at her tits - she usually doesn't wear a bra. Cass and I have been friends for a long time but I had just lately realized how hot she was. As we went through puberty and saw each other developing, our lust for each other grew. I had finally asked her out when we were both 16 as our parents wouldn't let us date before then. She said yes and we started going out. We hadn't 'gotten intimate' with each other yet, because she said she wanted to wait until we were both legal. But tonight I was going to convince her to let me fuck her and take her virginity as she took mine. I had a few condoms in my pocket. I was planning on fucking her more than once, that was for sure. I wanted to eat out her pussy, too. As I was thinking about this, I was starting to get a boner. Just then, Greta came back in with a glass of water. "Here you go, Steven." I started and looked up at her - she seemed to take a glance at my erection and smile. I took a few swallows of the water as Greta walked back upstairs to check on Cass. My eyes were again glued on her ass as it swayed. After a few minutes, Greta came down the stairs again, followed by Cass. My jaw dropped. Cass was wearing a tight black strapless dress that hugged her tits, stomach, and hips just right to show off her full figure. It was also so short that her panties couldn't have been more than three inches up from the bottom of the dress. My boner was so hard now that it was stretching my pants; I thought the button would pop for a minute. Cass's mom whispered something to her, and she looked at me and broke out into a grin and giggled. "Hi Steve, you look nice." "T-thanks, Cass, you....you look beautiful." "Oh, he's quite the charmer," said Greta, smiling. Before we left, she took Cass aside again and whispered some more stuff to her. I couldn't make anything out but apparently it was good news because Cass just kept smiling wider and wider. She stayed very close to me all night and gave me several great shots at her cleavage - and she wasn't wearing a bra. It was cold and her nipples were poking through the front of the dress proudly. As we got out of the car at the dance, she leaned back to get her purse and gave me a perfect crotch shot - and she wasn't wearing any panties! In the short time that she was leaning back, I saw her slit - and saw that it was shaved clean. I was hard pressed to keep myself from jumping on her right there! She got out of the car and smiled at me, brushing her hand against my erection as she reached for my hand. We danced close all night. I tried to not let her feel my erection, but she kept pressing her body against mine. She wanted to feel it, so after a while, I gave in. She ground herself against me and almost got me off just by the friction. ------ As we were driving back to her house after the dance, I pulled the car over and turned to her. I grabbed her face and pulled her into a deep, passionate kiss. She returned it and slipped her tongue into my mouth. We kissed for a while until I finally mustered up the courage to slip my hand up her dress and rub a finger along her slit. She broke the kiss with a gasp and smiled at me. She leaned back and pulled up her dress, revealing her soft pussy to me. "I've wanted this for a long time, Cass...." "I know, Steve, so have I...I want you to fuck me, Steve..." "Here? Now?" "No, there's too many people. Let's go to my house, my mom isn't home...hurry Steve, I want you so bad!" I drove as fast as I could (without speeding of course) with the sound of her moaning as she felt her pussy driving me mad. We got to her house and she ran to the couch and laid back, pulling up her dress. Her pussy was pink and wet, and it looked delicious. I leaned over and took a slow lick up her outer lips. It was the best thing I had ever tasted. I started munching on her pussy, sticking my tongue in and scooping out her juices as she moaned and writhed. "Ohhh....oh Steve, it feels so good! Ooohhhh...." My cock had grown to a painful hardness once again so I unbuttoned my pants and let them drop to the floor, my cock springing free at last. It was a good size for an 18 year old - around 6 and a half inches. I jumped on the couch and presented my cock to her face. She immediately started sucking it as I renewed my assault on her cunt. I had read up on eating a girl out in preparation for this, so I was pretty good at it. I must have made her cum three or four times before I finally shot my load down her throat. She swallowed it all! I had tried my best to jack off as little as possible in the past week so I would be able to fuck Cass plenty of times. I was still hard and raring to go. She saw that and smiled widely. She wriggled off of the couch and out of her dress. She ran up the stairs to her room, her naked ass wriggling invitingly. I kicked my pants off my ankles and ran after her, my boner swinging. I found her lying on her back in bed, fingering her pussy again. I jumped on her, and without even considering a condom, rammed my cock into her sweet virgin pussy. She cried out as my cock broke her hymen, and the blood rushing around my cock just provided further lubrication. I fucked her for a good fifteen or twenty minutes, bringing her off another three times, before I was ready to cum. "Uhh, Cass, I'm going to cum!" "Ohh, Steve, give it to me! I want your cum in my pussy!" "B-but is it safe? What if you get-" "I'm on the pill! Do it! I want your hot jizz!!!!" I couldn't hold it any longer, and I shot my load deep into her pussy. She screamed and came again as my hot cum filled her womb. We held each other in the afterglow, my cock still resting inside her tight cunt. We dozed off, only to be rudely awakened. "Cassandra?! Steven?!?!" We both snapped awake and saw that Greta was standing in the doorway to Cass's room. We were both still naked, and I was still inside her! "Mom! Uhhh..." Cass was trying to stammer out an explanation, but no words came out. "Well, I think a punishment is in order for this..." Greta said, smiling devilishly. "Cass, go to my bedroom and wait for me there. I'll take care of Steven here." Cass bowed her head and walked out of the room. Great shut the door behind her and locked it. "Well, Steven, I see that you are the lucky boy that my daughter chose to pop her cherry. I also see that you did a good job filling her cunt with your cream." "Ms. Hansen, I can expla-" I tried to speak but she interrupted me. "You know that I have been without a husband for a long time. And women have sexual needs just as much as men do..." She was staring at my cock which, despite the situation, was still raging to go. "Yes, this will do quite nicely." She hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her skirt and pulled it down, revealing her pussy to me - for she had also not been wearing any panties. I guess it ran in the family. She was not shaved but her pussy hair was trimmed short and it framed her slit well. "Ms. Hansen! What are you doing?" "What does it look like I'm doing, Steve? I haven't had satisfying sex once since my husband died, and believe me, I've tried. All the men out there are so intent on their own pleasure - I haven't had a good orgasm in years! But you're going to change that tonight! Now fuck me!" At this point, my hormones took over. I jumped off the bed, knelt in front of her and started attacking her cunt with my mouth. She squealed sexily as I drove my tongue into her twat and moaned as I flicked her clit with the tip. But she was a tough customer - after ten minutes of expert pussy munching, she still hadn't cum! So I pulled out my secret weapon - the one thing that everything I had read said would help make any girl with experience get off. I slowly slid a single finger into her asshole. "Oh! Steven! You really are good at this," she cried. But she still hadn't cum! So I added a second finger, then a third. She was losing her balance now so I led her to the bed and laid her down on her stomach. I let her legs and pussy hang off the bed and continued my assault from below. I added my three fingers to her ass again, and on a whim, added a fourth. She screamed even louder and finally came, her juices rushing into my mouth. "Ohh, Steven...that was amazing!" She got up, her face flushed and red, her pussy still dripping. "Well, you definitely did your homework on that one, Steven! Not even my husband could eat pussy like that!" "Well, I did read up on it quite a bit....Cass seemed to enjoy it too," I said, grinning. "So you did eat her out? How many times did you get her off?" "I think at least four or five...she's quite a screamer!" "She gets that from me, as you could probably tell!" "She gets a lot from you, including her affinity for not wearing any panties! She showed me her cunt while she was getting out of the car before the dance." "Yeah, she learned that little trick from me! I told her all about her father and I's first time...I did the same thing to him!" "She gets a lot from you, I guess...including how tasty her pussy is! You're both so delicious!" "Oh, you're so polite, you little dirty boy! Now, come on, do you want to fuck my pussy or not?" "What? Really?" "Of course! I was watching the whole time that you and Cass were fucking in her room!" "What?! How?" "I was in her closet. I had to see if you could get her off a few times before you came, or else you wouldn't be suitable for her at all!" "You were testing me?" "Yes, and you passed with flying colors! Now just hurry up and fuck me!" I nodded and she got on her hands and knees on the floor, signaling me to fuck her doggy style. I came up behind her and slid my cock into her twat. It was amazing - wet and tight and hot, just like Cass's. I plowed my cock into her faster and faster, but she didn't seem to be enjoying it as much as I was. So I slid out of her pussy and, without warning, rammed my cock into her ass in one stroke. "Oh! Oh Steven! Yes!" "You like it in the ass, huh?" "Ohhh, my husband never took my ass....oh goddd it feels so good!" I reamed her asshole for a good 15 minutes before she squirted her pussy juice all over the carpet, and that was my cue to empty my balls into her hot ass. I heard another squeal that sounded like Cass cumming; I looked and saw that she was standing in the doorway, fingering her pussy as she watched me fuck her mom in the ass. "Cass! How long have you been there?!" "Since you took her ass! That looks like a lot of fun, want to take mine too?" I couldn't believe it. Not only had I fucked Cass, but I had eaten her pussy, and done both of the same to her mom, as well as taking her mom's ass. Now she was asking me to take her ass? This night was turning out better than I could ever have imagined! "Do it, Steven, fuck my daughter's tight ass while I eat out her cunt! Fill her ass with your hot cum and make her pussy cream in my mouth!" Cass took her mother's place on the floor, positioning her cunt over her mother's mouth and presenting her ass to me. I rubbed her ass cheeks with my hand, enjoying the feel of the soft, firm, plump flesh. I slowly slid my cock, that was miraculously still hard, into her puckered pink hole. She moaned and hasped as my length slid in. It was perfect, just tight enough to hug every contour of my cock, but not so tight that it would hurt. I stopped moving as soon as my balls were resting against her pussy lips, where I could feel Greta's tongue slowly caressing them. She also tongued my balls and I shivered excitedly and began to pull my cock out again. We started a slow rhythm of licking and fucking, and before a whole minute had passed, Cass had already sprayed her pussy juice into her mom's waiting mouth. "Oh, Steve! Faster! Fuck me faster, harder!" I complied, and picked up the pace. Soon her tits were bouncing merrily as I pounded away at her ass and her mother slobbered over her cunt and clit. She was cumming nearly nonstop at this point, screaming in ecstasy every time she did. "Keep going, you two, I'll be right back!" Greta slid out from under her daughter after catching her most recent cream in her mouth and came back shortly after with a strap-on dildo around her waist. It was set so that her pussy could still be accessed through a sizable hole in the panties. "Get on the bed, Cass, and Steven, get behind me." We both obeyed and then Greta stabbed the nine inch dildo straight into her daughter's tight twat. Cass screamed again as her juices gushed out around the plastic cock. She bent over and gave me a choice of her ass or her pussy. I jammed my cock in her cunt and slid my 4 fingers into her asshole, fucking both holes at the same time. She then took out a smaller dildo and handed it to me. "Put that in your ass, Steven!" "B-but I-" "Do it or you can never fuck my daughter again!" Well, how could I say no? I slid the piece of plastic slowly into my asshole and twisted the end so that it began to vibrate lightly. It felt amazing! I was still plowing into Greta's hot pussy as the dildo stimulated my prostate and brought me ever close to cumming. Greta was showing Cass's twat no mercy, pounding away at it as Cass screamed and came over and over again. After over half an hour of furious fucking I finally shot my load deep into Greta's twat, sending her over the edge one final time and shoving her strap on so far into Cass that she screamed, came one last time, and passed out. I lay on top of the two of them, panting heavily, and slowly removed the dildo from my ass and my cock from Greta's twat. A torrent of pussy juice and cum spilled out, and Greta watched as Cass's pussy flooded the bed after the strap-on was removed. My cock was still hard somehow, so I rolled Cass onto her side and laid next to her, spooning her with my cock in her cunt again. Greta was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at us. "We'll have to do this again sometime soon, Steven." I smiled at her. "Definitely."