2 comments/ 8512 views/ 13 favorites The It Girl Ch. 01 By: LingerieRobot The car bounced up in down with the familiar rhythm of the dirt road's potholes. Cassie had grown used to clutching the hot leather seats as her father's beat-up Christler rattled, but this time she was the one driving. Other than that, the road into Camp Lambda looked the same as it ever had - the same ankle-length green grass, the same cabins off in the distance, the faint whiff of manure from the farm next door. Truth be told, it was the same view you would get on your way into countless summer camps around the country, but for Cassie this particular dirt road would always be associated with acceptance. Normally, there would be a throng of kids in front of the mess hall, the new ones standing nervously on the fringes of the group and the returning campers hugging each other in the glee of reunion. But today there was only one - a plump girl with braided brown hair and shining blue eyes, sitting on the steps of the old mess hall trying to hide her anticipation. This was Leigha, who had called Cassie here today. At the sight of the dirt-stained Chrystler, Leigha leapt up to her feet. Cassie hadn't even shut the car door behind her when a bubbly Leigha crashed into her and wrapped her arms around her waist. "Cassie! It's so good to see you!" "You too, pumpkin," said Cassie, rubbing the top of Leigha's head. "We've got a lot to talk about. But first, I half to use the bathroom. It was kind of a long ride." Leigha laughed. "The water company cut this place off, so no toilets tonight. The port-a-potties still work." Somehow, even this disgusting inconvenience seemed to have a nostalgic charm. After Cassie had emptied her bladder, she came back down the hill to find Leigha setting up camp around the old firepit. She appeared to have brought everything: water bottles, food, bug spray, sun spray, a waterproof tent, a Swiss army knife and compass. All Cassie had brought was a bottle of wine cooler snuck from her parent's fridge. "You were really serious about sleeping outdoors, eh?" said Cassie. Leigha uncapped one of her numerous water bottles and took a sip. "Why not? The ground's probably softer than the beds in the cabins." Cassie shuddered at the memory of those rock-hard pallets that had generously been called mattresses. "You might be right. And we won't have to listen to Bessie Kavanaugh snoring all night." "She wasn't so bad," said Leigha. "Good kisser, if nothing else." Cassie eyebrows shot up. "You did not!" "Well, one time behind the crafts tent..." Cassie slapped Leigha on the back. "You dog! I bet you're calling up all your old trysts to this place, one weekend after another, for one last magic moment..." "No, you're the only one," said Leigha, taking Cassie's joke seriously. "You were always the only one, really." Cassie guessed that was true. Of course, she knew that when Leigha said it she wasn't trying to be romantic - the two of them were best friends, who confided their crushes and insecurities in each other. Of course, they had practised kissing on each other, for when they met the girls of their dreams, and then practised other things, and somewhere along the line it had stopped being practice. It was a friendship sustained through e-mails and hours-long IM chats during the school year, and two blissful summer months of togetherness. They had never made demands on each other, and Cassie wasn't sure if that was out of trust, generosity, or fear. "You seeing anyone?" said Cassie as she got her bags out of the car. She meant it to sound casual. "No," said Leigha. "I spent most of the year pretending to be a gay guy's girlfriend. His parents were not very open-minded. Yourself?" Cassie laughed. That sounded like exactly the type of thing Leigha would do, always sacrificing herself for other people's needs. "I tried going out with this girl, Alyssa. It always felt like I was playing a role, you know? And she was constantly starting drama, accusing me of cheating on her." "Well, were you?" "No, but maybe I should have been," said Cassie. "I just can't do the whole relationship thing. Feels too straight." Leigha leaned against the trunk of the car and smirked. The way she leaned, Cassie couldn't help but stare at her breasts. "Sounds like a camp girl to me. We're not cut out for that life." There might have just been something to that. Once they all got over their anxieties about their bodies and sexualities, the camp had become a veritable saturnalia of sexual exploration. The camp counsellors were too busy doing the same thing to stop them - and when Cassie and Leigha had become counsellors themselves, they had entered a whole new level of flings. There were no relationships that lasted longer than a week, and they became used to spending every night in a different bed, endlessly curious as to different bodies and suffering the usual tempestuous teenage emotions and daily changes of affection. What could a steady girlfriend and dates at the mall really have to offer? When they had both turned eighteen, they remarked to each other that it felt like they had gained no freedom that they didn't already have. "We may just be ruined for life," said Cassie. "Worth it," said Leigha. "You want to go for a swim? The pond's still open." "I thought they banned kids from going in the pond after that one girl broke her foot," said Cassie. "They did," said Leigha. "So what do you say we break a few rules?" -- Neither girl had brought swimsuits, an oversight which was perhaps intentional. Cassie sat there for a minute with her shirt lifted halfway over her head, dumbfounded as Leigha undressed. Her body seemed to have grown even more curvy in the past year, her breasts plumper and rounder than ever. And the way Leigha casually cast her clothes aside and walked into the pond, proudly bearing her olive-tinged body to the sun was such a stark contrast to the shy girl concerned about her "fat" body that Cassie had met five years ago that she might as well have been a different person. Leigha cannonballed into the water, casting a wave that spilled over the rocky barriers of the pond. She looked back over her head and cast Cassie a sultry look. "What are you waiting for, Cass? Water's fine!" Cassie shed her clothes quickly, although not without a little trepidation. Her hopes of filling out over her teenage years had been dashed - her body remained skinny and her breasts modest. She almost felt bad next to the voluptuousness of Leigha - although there had been times when Leigha envied her skinniness. Now she just looked hungrily as Cassie stepped out of her panties. Cassie waded into the water. She always liked to get used to the temperature before she put all her body in. But Leigha wasn't having it. Grabbing Cassie by the ankles, she yanked her friend off her perch and down into the pond's cool depths. Cassie screeched and splashed, but Leigha held onto her, kissing and tickling her body. "You motherfucker," Cassie sputtered. "What?" Leigha said. "I was tired of waiting." Cassie responded by gathering water in her hands and splashing it at Leigha. Leigha gasped, her pretty face dripping with water and her braid plastered to her skin. The two young women gave into their childish side and engaged in a good old-fashioned water-fight. At the end, both were soaking wet, Cassie was coughing up water, and Leigha had her arms around her. "You win," Cassie said, in between hacking coughs. Leigha didn't seem perturbed by the fact that Casey was sputtering all over her chest. In fact, she seemed downright smug. "I always win, don't I?" The two drifted back into the pond's edge. Cassie leaned her head against soft dirt. The water all around her, sliding past all her sensitive parts, Leigha's heavenly body resting against hers, the lust-addled nostalgia that always came upon her here... God, she was really in the mood. "Leigha," she said. "Can I ask you a favour?" "Shoot," said Leigha. "Well, ever since I got here, I've really wanted to suck your breasts, and..." Leigha laughed. "Polite as ever. Bon appetit." She lifted one of her plump mammaries just above the water line, its hard nipple gleaming with wetness. Casey wasted no time taking it into her mouth. There was a familiar comfort to it at the same time as it was intensely erotic. As her tongue worked its way around Leigha's nipple, she felt a deep, primal satisfaction. And then Leigha was standing up, and there was her other breast falling down on Cassie's face. Cassie found herself buried in titflesh, energetically licking and rubbing at each one, occasionally diving into the valley of Leigha's cleavage and kissing the soft spot between the two. Leigha's boobs were objects of fascination and envy, bouncing, floating, hanging. They tasted of the pondwater but also of Leigha's own distinctive sweat. "Oh god," said Leigha. "You really know how to treat a girl." Cassie didn't say anything, just kept ministering to her friend's tits. Leigha clawed her hands into the dirt behind them as her body writhed against Cassie. As Cassie once again sucked Leigha's left tit into her mouth, the voluptuous girl went red from head to toe and gasped with pleasure. She began to shake in Cassie's arms. "Shit," said Leigha. "Just from the boobs." Cassie gave her no quarter, sucking at Leigha's teats and ripping at them with judicious nibbles. Leigha began to frantically hump against her midsection. And then, improbably, there was that spasm and that scream that Cassie knew so well,and Leigha drifted away in the throws of orgasm. She floated halfway across the pond on her back, dazed. Cassie giggled and swam after her. Leigha turned to her. "You're like some kind of wizard." "I prefer to think it's your boobs that are magic." Leigha laughed. "Great pick-up line, Cass." "They just seem... so sensitive." Leigha straightened up and gave her a hot stare. "You've got some sensitive parts too." Still hungry, Cassie pinned Leigha up against the opposite wall and kissed her on the mouth. Leigha was more than willing to reciprocate, and the two were soon doing what they had spent the majority of the past five summers doing: making out at Camp Lambda. But this time there was no fear of anyone else stumbling across them, and a certainty that things would go further. Their bodies were familiar to each other, but that didn't dampen their fervour as their hands ran up and down each other. Leigha broke away from Cassie's lips just long enough to kiss her nose, forehead, eyes and neck, and then their lips were immediately plastered to each other again. Cassie felt Leigha's hand pressing against her crotch, and she instinctively parted her legs. Her old friend slid two crooked fingers inside of Cassie, and sensation instantly ran through her body. The water made everything stranger and more intense. When she floated, weightless, and felt Leigha's fingers thrusting into her it felt almost like flying. It was all Cassie could do to hold onto Leigha, buoyed up by the thrusts of her fingers. She felt an unbearable heat coming over, as if the summer sun had been magnified. Cassie felt Leigha's hot mouths on her breasts, less majestic than her own but still sensitive and capable of producing oh so sweet surges when Leigha rolled her tongue around her left nipple. Cassie felt her hips jogging, and knew that release was coming. Years ago, in their first experimental trysts, Cassie would have stopped here, worried that she was about to pee. Now, she knew enough to just cling to her lover's shoulders and let the orgasm over take her. "Oh fuck," Cassie moaned. She yelled it a second time, knowing that there was nowhere around for miles. "FUCK!" She shuddered as she came in Leigha's arms. It felt like she was melting into the water as gooey pleasure ran through her. Leigha held her tight as Cassie clawed her release out on her lover's broad shoulders. Afterwards, they giggled and nibbled each other, playing those silly little post-coital games. It felt as though they had all the time in the world, like they would never have to get out of this pond. In truth, Cassie would have to leave tomorrow and go back to Oak Crossing, but the distance between then and now felt so wide as to spend a lifetime in. After they had dried off, and made out for an hour or two, Leigha lit the campfire and the two girls sat nude in front of its flickering blaze. The sky was purple and the sun making its last goodbyes. Dinner was a sumptuous feast of canned beans and tofu dogs roasted over the fire. Leigha said that she had originally intended to make s'mores, but couldn't find any vegan marshmallows, at which point Cassie had made fun of her hippie diet choices. The wine made them both forget the blandness of the food, and got them feeling a bit more amorous than they already were. "We have to be careful," said Leigha. "Charlotte said there have been coyotes on the edges of the property. I guess since it's not really inhabited now, the wilderness is moving back in." "It's so cool how you call your moms by their first name," said Cassie. "I wish my parents were that relaxed." "Well, it would get pretty confusing if I called them both Mom," said Leigha. Cassie checked the doneness of her tofu dog. "Why are they selling this place, anyways?" "To be honest? They're pretty deep in debt. Apparently a camp for queer kids can't really compete on the market. Hell, most kids today would rather stay home or hang out at the mall, gay or not." "Who are you selling it to?" Cassie asked. "Holy Cross Ranch Incorporated," said Leigha, with an obviously bitter taste in her mouth. "Come for the horseback riding, stay for the sermons." Cassie frowned. She had always looked up to Leigha's mothers, Charlotte and Mimi, as role models of a sort - examples of how a woman could grow up to be openly gay, successful at business, and have a strong moral authority at the same time. Now, at least one of these things had come into question. But she chose not to dwell on it. This was supposed to be a magical evening. Leigha nuzzled up to her. "It's okay. We've outgrown this place anyways. You're gonna go to college and kick so much ass... I mean, what I'm saying is that we don't need a retreat from the real world any more, because we're about to make the real world our bitch." Cassie had to laugh. "You don't normally talk like that." "What can I say? I'm feeling a little bold." Leigha snaked her arm around Cassie's waist and not-so-covertly copped a feel. Cassie grinned to herself. "What about you?" "I dunno. I'm thinking I'll travel a bit, maybe get some work under my belt," Leigha said. "I'm definitely not ready to sign up for another four years of school. You know... well, you're going to make fun of me for this, but I've been looking into supernatural stuff lately. Old witchcraft and alchemy... obviously some of it is bunk, but I think there are too many stories for it to all be fairy tales. I was reading this book..." Cassie had a tendency to zone out when Leigha started talking about this new-agey stuff. The downside to Leigha's kindness was gullibility - she just couldn't believe that anyone would want to lie to her. The other girls would have fun convincing her of absurd things, leaving her mothers to later wonder where she had heard that dragon bones had been found in Romania, or that the Russians had once invaded California. It wouldn't have been so bad if she didn't travel in hippie circles where conspiracies and witchcraft were the currency of the day. Leigha nuzzled Cassie's chest. "So how about it?" "Sorry, can you repeat that?" said Cassie. She felt bad for tuning her friend out. "I said I wanted to put a charm on you," Leigha said. Well, this might be taking things too far. But what could it hurt? Cassie decided to play along. "What kind of charm?" "It's a love spell. Don't worry, it doesn't affect you - it affects everyone else. Well, at least every pretty young lady you meet..." Cassie giggled. "Sounds like it might get me into trouble." "Maybe. But I want you to go out and be loved. Have lots of great sex with lots of great girls and come meet me again next summer to tell me all about it. There's a world out there waiting to be conquered." Cassie thought that Leigha was gilding the lily a bit - after all, she considered herself rather plain-looking, and doubted that dykes would be beating down her door in college. But it was nice to think about. "Sounds good. What do I need to do." "Just lay on your back. "I've heard this one before." But Cassie did lay on the grass, if only to make Leigha happy. The dirt was cool against he naked back, and the night sky beautiful. It was only out here, far from civilization, that she could look up at all of the stars and realize just how vast the universe was. Cassie felt Leigha's weight descending on her lower half, and a familiar tickle between the legs. There was Leigha, nuzzling here face up against the delta of Cassie's legs. She groaned and spread those legs. This ritual might be very enjoyable. Leigha nibbled at Cassie's pussy, gently kissing her clitoris only once. Just as Cassie was starting to feel her juices flowing, Leigha stopped. A second later, she felt cold liquid on her stomach. Something light and ticklish, a feather perhaps, was dancing on her skin. Cassie craned her neck to look down, and saw Leigha holding a brush and painting a henna-oil pattern across her pale skin. Where had she gotten that? "Don't look," Leigh said. And so Cassie leaned her head back, looked up at the stars, and tried to enjoy the weird sensation of being painted. Leigha's brush traced a cool trail before doubling back on itself, then going off at an odd angle. This must be a very complex charm. Still, as Leigha painted her thigh was grinding into Cassie's crotch, and eventually that sensation overcame the strangeness of the ritual. By the fire's brilliant red light, Cassie could see Leigha's dark form slowly sink beneath her legs. She was still painting, but the movements were smaller now as Leigha brought her lips to Cassie's vulva. A second later, Leigha's tongue slipped out, and a shiver ran through Cassie. Leigha was practiced at eating Cassie out, and knew exactly how hard to lick and where Cassie's most sensitive spots were. She took it slow at first, then gradually increased the pressure as her tongue pressed its way into Cassie's nether reaches. She made sure to lavish attention on Cassie's clit too, bathing it in the warmth of her tongue. Along with the familiar warmth of an approaching orgasm, Cassie felt something strange. Heat and pleasure radiated into her from precisely the spot where Leigha had marked her. It felt as though each brushstroke had opened up some new vein of sensation. Perhaps it was something in the paint, but it was such a sweet burn that Cassie said nothing - and indeed, she could make no sound but moans and hot lusty grunts. She could feel the orgasm coming, but it seemed to take an eternity. Leigha's mouth was sweet torture, enveloping her pussy and then withdrawing just when Cassie was at the brink. Finally, Cassie grabbed Leigha by her hair and practically jammed the other girl's face into her sopping cunt. Leigha curled her tongue up to meet Cassie's most sensitive spot, and just like that her climax ripped through her. Sparks danced before Cassie's eyes as she wrapped her thighs around Leigha's head. She cried out to the sky as pleasure consumed her senses. But even in the midst of her release, she could still feel that strange sensation on her stomach - the sigil Leigha had drawn burning into her in the most exhilarating way. Cassie lay on the ground for a long time afterwards, slowly coming down from her cloud. Leigha cuddled up to her, and both basked in the sensation that absolutely everything was going to be all right. The It Girl Ch. 01 "I think the spell worked," said Leigha. Cassie tried to laugh, but her lungs were exhausted from crying out her climax. "Look," said Leigha, pointing to Cassie's torso. To her surprise, when Cassie looked down she found none the thick black body paint that Leigha had been using earlier. Her stomach was as clean and unmarked as the day she was born. "Was that disappearing ink or something?" said Cassie, puzzled. "I told you," Leigha said. "It was a love charm. And from what I can tell, it's made you more attractive than ever." Cassie scoffed. "You were already hot for me." "Wait 'til you get home, then," Leigha said. She had a cat-that-ate-the-canary grin. "I think you'll notice a difference." Cassie laughed and swatted at her. "Well, even if I don't believe in magic you can do that particular... incantation any time. Now come on. I need another tofu dog." Cassie had thought she would have trouble sleeping outside, but with all of the day's exertions she found herself tumbling into sleep. When she woke up the next morning, her naked body felt crusty and a bit dirty, and a bright orange sun was beating down on her. Leigha was already up, fully clothed and collecting stray wood from around the camp. "How are you feeling?" Leigha asked. "Get me some water," Cassie grumbled. "And my clothes." They had a breakfast of granola, and cleaned up what little mess there was from last month. Leigha started getting frisky, but Cassie reluctantly pleaded that she was feeling too sore. So they sat on the porch of their old cabin and talked about old times. Leigha needled Cassie to tell her about cute girls in her town, but Cassie deferred. "You're no fun," Leigha said. "Why are you always looking to me for gossip?" Cassie said. "My life is really boring. What about you? You seeing any cuties lately?" "Well, like I said, I've been out of action for most of the past year. But I'll have you know that I've broken quite a few hearts at my school," Leigha said with a flourish. "It's just like you said. Everybody wants to tie me down. But I'm hoping I'll meet some nice open-minded young women soon." Cassie had no idea if she was joking or not. It was hard to imagine Leigha as a ladykiller, but it was equally hard to imagine anyone knowing her and not loving her. And eventually, somehow, the vast time that had once stretched before them, was up. Cassie had to go home to get back to her shitty summer job stocking shelves at a supermarket, and they both had to vacate the property before the new management came in. But they delayed, finding one reason to stay and another, until a coupe unintended hours had passed by. Finally, the two young women hugged in the now-former Camp Lambda's gravel driveway. It tore Cassie apart to know that she would never come down this road again, never have another two weeks of consequence-free fun and acceptance. She felt herself crying into Leigha's shoulder. Leigha patted her on the back of the shoulders. "It's okay, Cass. This isn't the end of your adventure. It's the beginning." It was a strange thing to say, Cassie thought. Almost as if Leigha saw her as a character in a story. But somehow, it made Cassie feel better. There was a strange tingling in her stomach, and Cassie thought that as her childhood ended, perhaps something wonderful could be beginning. The It Girl Ch. 02 Cassie was calm on the way home, listening to her music and enjoying the lack of traffic. As she retraced the procession of gradually larger roads that lead back to her town, she could believe in the things that Leigha had said – that the world was a bounty of possibilities, many of them sexy, just waiting for her to grab them. She even felt a little tingle on her belly, where Leigha had cast her alleged spell. But then Cassie pulled up to her house, and found her family yelling at each other on the lawn, and she was yanked back down to hard reality. "Mom, everyone else in my class has one. It's not a luxury!" "You bet your ass an iPhone is a luxury, missy. How much do you think these things cost?" "It's not that much! You work all week and you can't even–" Cassie's father was, as usual, in the middle and trying to make peace. "Girls, can't we go inside? The whole neighbourhood is watching." Charlotte, Cassie's stepmom, just pursed her lips in that pouty way Cassie hated. "There's nothing worth looking at here! Just a parent doing what every parent should do, but most of them don't – saying no to her daughter." "Oh God, like you can judge anyone else for their parenting?" This was Mindy, daughter of Charlotte, stepsister of Cassie, and desirer of Apple products. Cassie made a calculated decision to avoid the fray altogether and walk past the trio on the lawn into her house. She lived most of her life like this, trying to avoid her step-relations as much as possible and ignore them most of the time she couldn't avoid them. But her father was desperately looking for a distraction, and so grabbed Cassie by the shoulder and steered her into the group huddle. "Hey everyone. Cassie's home. How was your night, Cass?" "Did you have a good time at queer camp?" said Mindy, with that mocking tone to her voice that made her seem like the villain in a teen soap opera. "I told you to watch your language, missy," said Charlotte. "What? If she can say it, why can't I?" Cassie pivoted on her heel. "All right. I'm going up to my room. Let me know when dinner's ready." "Take it easy, Mindy," said Cassie's father. "And Cassie, don't shut yourself up there again. We've hardly seen you this weekend." "You know," Mindy said, crossing her arms, "if I had gone out to the woods and banged some guy all night, you guys would be freaking out. But because it's sweet little Cassie and she's fucking a fat girl, you're fine with it." Cassie dug her nails into her palm, so as not to dig them into Mindy's eyes. She knew that it was an intentional provocation, and to fall into it would just feed her stepsister's need for drama. But insulting Leigha was a cheap shot that Cassie couldn't forgive. "Well Mindy," Cassie said, doing her best to maintain a cool and sarcastic tone. "I'm sure you've banged plenty of guys in the woods, and you're still living here. Speaking of which, at your age aren't most women moved out of their parents' house?" Somewhere in there, Mindy had stomped over towards Cassie, raising her shop pink nails up above her head, but before she could actually strike, Charlotte grabbed her hand. "Let go of me!" Mother and daughter tussled on the lawn as Mindy's father buried his head in his hands. Cassie threw her overnight bag over her shoulder. "Well, like I said, I'm going upstairs. Let me know when Jerry Springer shows up." When she finally made it to her room, Cassie let out her frustration by pounding the pillow a bit. How could Mindy say those things about Leigha – a girl she didn't even know, but thought she could dismiss and deride just by taking one look at her? Cassie wanted to wring her neck, and only the thought that she would be free of this house in a few months stayed her hand. It had been two years since her father had married Charlotte, and Cassie was still no closer to getting along with the new half of her family. She also had yet to find anything about Charlotte that would cause her cool graphic-designer-cum-guitarist father to give up their urban life and marry a small-town divorcee. And, for that matter, she was still searching for any redeeming quality possessed by Mindy. Cassie tried to slow her breathing and calm herself. She really shouldn't let Mindy get her so worked up. After all, if she got through this summer – during which she planned to spend most of her time out of the house working or hanging out with friends – then she would be across the country and among other intelligent people. Now that her much-anticipated weekend with Leigha was over, that thought was the only thing keeping her going. –- There were advantages to living in a small town For instance, a good word from your dad could get you a summer job at the local grocery store, even if that store didn't need (or perhaps couldn't afford) an extra clerk. Things seemed to operate on a more informal, familial basis around here, and Cassie's father had taken advantage of it, making friends with everyone from her teachers (who had always given her good grades) to the clerk at the corner store (who always gave him a discount). Somehow, in this environment he had developed an incredible charm. And so Cassie had been making shopping money at Danny's Grocery and Deli since she was sixteen. Danny had, of course, been accommodating in giving her a weekend off, but now Cassie had to put on the familiar green apron and go back behind the cashier. It wasn't hard work, but she did get exhausted smiling at someone all day – especially with the town's middle-aged women who liked to gossip. "Hey Cass," said Danny, the mostly benevolent middle-aged manager. (Not the Danny the store was named after, but that was a long story.) "How was your weekend." "Lovely," said Cassie as she walked in. She paused to tie her chestnut-brown hair into a bun as she talked to Danny. "We just got a shipment of cereal in. Can you stock them before you start today?" "Sure." "Oh, and one more thing," said Danny, following after Cassie as she walked to the back. "We've got a new employee. I was wondering if she could shadow you for the day, learn the ropes and such." Of course, this was the downside of having a casual relationship with your boss – just as you could impose on him to get out of things, he could use that folksy would-you-mind politeness to get you to do extra work. Then again, it's not like a boss in the city wouldn't do the same thing – and he wouldn't give you a weekend off because you asked for it. But Cassie was not looking forward to being shadowed by some local teenage girl. It was indeed a local teenage girl, but not exactly what Cassie was expecting. Her new co-worker had pale skin and a cute face framed by jet black hair and silver earings. She didn't look like a goth exactly, especially wearing the neon green Danny's uniform, but there was something of the gothic about her, and there was a sharp glint in her eyes that made her seem a world apart from the townie girls obsessed with high school sports and celebrity gossip. Then again, that could just be Cassie's thing for brunettes deceiving her. "Hi," Cassie said, offering up her hand. "I'm Cassie, I'll be your... trainer? Mentor?" "I'm sure I can learn a lot from you," said the black-haired girl, licking her lips. "My name's Devin." There was something suggestive in Devin's mannerisms, but Cassie tried not to read too much into it. She motioned for the new girl to follow her through the swinging doors into the back of the store. Devin looked around the dull and dingy grocery underworld curiously. "I always wondered what it looked like back here." "Well, now you know where the magic happens," said Cassie. "So Devin, what grade are you in?" "Not a grade any more," said Devin. "I just got back from my first year at State." "College. Nice," said Cassie. "I'm surprised you're back, though – I thought that when people got out of this town they never came back." Devin shrugged. "Better living with my Mom here than paying out the ass for a city apartment." Cassie began to explain the job to Devin. It was pretty straightforward, but Danny had a rather idiosyncratic way of doing inventory and shelving, so it took a while to explain. Cassie could feel Devin's eyes on her, and not always on her face. She tried to convince herself she was imagining it. When she went to get a big case of toilet paper down from the top shelf, and felt something brushing against her ass, she assumed that was her imagination too. Maybe the weekend at Leigha's had overcharged her sex drive. "So," Cassie said at the end of her spiel. "Any questions." "Yeah," said Devin. She was, Cassie noticed, rather close to her, and Cassie could feel Devin's breath on her face. "What makeup are you using?" "Oh, um... no makeup. No need to look pretty for the old folks that come in here." Cassie laughed nervously. "Well, you would look pretty anyways." Devin seemed to hesitate for just a moment, and then plunged forward, pressing her pale lips against Cassie's. Her kiss was hot and hungry as her warm breath caressed Cassie's cheeks. Cassie was taken aback, but decided that this wasn't all that bad. She wrapped her arms around Devin's back and pushed her into her. The new girl's breasts were soft and comfortable as they melded their bodies together. Devin backed her up into the shelves, hot and urgent. Soon her tongue was inside Cassie's mouth, and her hand was rubbing the crotch of Cassie's work pants. It was a rough and blunt carress, but it still made Cassie shudder as the base of Devin's thumb pressed against exactly the right spot. Even through all those layers of clothing, her touch was electric. And then, Devin leapt back. "Oh mygod, I... I don't know what came over me. I just... first I was idly thinking about how you were cute, and then the next thing I know... fuck..." Cassie was trying to shift gears. She was still caught up in the dizzy momentum of the kiss, but it looked like Devin was genuinely distressed by her lack of control. "Hey, it happens." Well, it had never happened to Cassie before, or anyone she knew, but it surely couldn't be the first time that two strangers had spontaneously made out. It happened in movies all the time, and not just the pornos. "It was... nice." "We shouldn't," Devin said, scratching her arm nervously. "We have to get back to work. Shit, shit... I'm sorry, I didn't mean to..." "What are you apologizing for?" said Cassie. "Come on, I'll show you the cash register." Best to get this behind them, although she was sure her damp panties would remind her of the unfinished encounter all day. She was already feeling primed and ready for a fuck, but now she had to adjust to the monotony of work. –- There was not much said between Cassie and Devin for the rest of the day that wasn't work-related. Cassie was distracted for the whole shift. She was trying to teach Devin the produce codes, but kept getting them mixed up herself. One customer got a great deal when she gave his radishes the price-per-pound cost of cabbage, while a few more got cheated out of a dollar or too, with neither party knowing until Cassie checked her receipts during a lull. Mostly she was caught up wondering what the hell had just happened. Two explanations presented themselves. One, Devin was a little crazy, one of those girls who threw herself at everyone she met. Maybe that was how she had got this job in the first place. Two, Cassie was a lot hotter than she thought. After work, she turned her phone back on in the break room. The familiar chirp told her that she had missed a few text messages. After Leigha's daily dose of pet pictures, there was a message from her friend Rainey. Hey cas. Just heard from ms bright – she wants to have the old gang over at her house for dinner tomorrow. A little weird but could be fun. Ms. Bright was their high-school drama teacher. Cassie couldn't act worth a damn, but she had been a stagehand for the theatre club's productions, more to be around her friends and away from her stepfamily than anything else. They had formed a tight-knit clique of creative, and mostly queer, kids. Cassie wouldn't miss much about this town, but she would miss them. The problem was that among that group was Sara, Cassie's commitment-obsessed ex-girlfriend. Cassie had taken their breakup with little more than a sigh, but she had the feeling that it had hit Sara a lot harder, at least if her despondent status updates were any indication. She was worried about things being awkward, or the dreaded appearance of drama. (After one noisy argument between Alan and Riley, Ms. Bright had put up a sign in the green room reading "Drama has been banned from the Theatre Club".) She texted Rainey back. will sara be there? Rainey was quick to respond. i think so. don't worry, she's fine. Cassie had found there was never so useless or concerning an order as "Don't worry". Still, if she missed the gathering on account of Sara she would look like the one who was bitter and hung up on a past relationship. So she told Rainey i'll be there. Before she left, she ran across Devin, who was just hanging up her apron. The new girl looked like she almost had a heart attack. "Oh! I mean, hi Cassie. See you tomorrow." "Yeah. See you." It looked like Devin was just as weirded out by their earlier kiss as she was. Cassie didn't want to make too much of a big deal about it. It had been a pretty nice kiss, even if it was sudden. And Cassie wasn't opposed to the two of them doing more, maybe in a more opportune location. It would certainly be nice to take off Devin's shirt and see more of that silky skin underneath. And then... Cassie stopped fantasizing. Her underwear was already wet enough. Still, she tried to put a pin in that image of her coworker laying topless on a bed. For later use. –- Mindy had already booked the car for the next week through her unique brand of wheedling and threatening to cry, so Cassie had to ride her bike to Ms. Bright's house the next night. It wasn't that long of a trek, but halfway through the clouds abruptly broke and sheets of rain tumbled down on her. Cassie clenched her teeth together and kept pedalling. Disaster visions of skidding into oncoming traffic filled her vision (when she wasn't trying to brush rainwater out of her eyes), but she managed to keep moving forward with only a little wobbling. By the time she got to Ms. Bright's cozy, ivy-laden home, Cassie's shirt and shorts were soaked through. They hung heavy and cold around her, and Cassie wondered if she would get sick. She tried to compose herself and make sure that her wet clothing wasn't exposing her too much, although that last bit was a fruitless task. Cassie knocked on the door and, a moment later, Ms. Bright opened it. She was dressed the way she always was – glasses, a short skirt and a black t-shirt bearing the logo of a punk band from decades ago, trying to look like anything but a high school teacher. "Cassandra!" Ms. Bright said. "You look like something the cats dragged in. Come on, get inside and you can warm up. Everyone else is already here." Indeed, all of the drama regulars who had not already fled town were sitting in Ms. Bright's stylish living room. They were also all staring at Cassie, a little awkwardly. She looked down and realized that her nipples were clearly visible through her soaked white T-shirt. She could feel the flush of embarrassment – and maybe something else – hitting her face. "You can go up to the bathroom and dry yourself off," Ms. Bright said. She was either oblivious to Cassie's embarrassment or dealing with it very tactfully. "I'll bring up some clothes for you. Take your time – we're not going to run out of wine any time soon." Cassie scurried upstairs, dripping water the whole way. What a pain – she hated to make a scene like that. In any case, she now found herself in the uncharted territory of Ms. Bright's second floor. The whole house was a little baroque, with all the coffee table books and offbeat furniture that any member of the liberal intelligentsia would require. On the way to the bathroom, a watercolour painting of a nude black woman hung on the wall, alongside some abstract thing that Cassie didn't care to understand. There were times when it seemed like Ms. Bright revelled in living up to a stereotype. The bathroom was fairly plain, with a bare-basics set of cosmetics. Cassie peeled her water-logged clothing off. The rain had even got down to her underwear, which had to come off as well. She draped the wet clothes over the bar which Ms. Bright's shower curtains hung on. Cassie took a moment to look at her nude body in the mirror. She haad to admit – even cold and bedraggled, she was cute. The stiff nipples almost made the image obscene. "Cass, Ms. Bright asked me to–" Cassie whirled around. Sara was standing there, a folded-up dress in her thick arms. She was staring straight at Cassie's naked body. Sara seemed transfixed, her eyes staring down at her ex-girlfriend's pert breasts and lightly covered pussy. "Asked you to what, Sara?" Cassie said, turning her head coquettishly. She should really put a towel on, but she felt like being a little flirty. After all of the arguments Sara had made her endure, a little teasing was the least Cassie could do. "Well, uh, she asked me to give you, uh, a dress. This dress." Sara thrust the clothing into Cassie's arms, fingertips brushing against her erect nipples and quickly withdrawing. Her eyes lingered on Cassie's bare clavicle for a second before darting away. "Well, bye! See you down there!" Cassie had to laugh at Sara getting so choked up. It was nothing she hadn't seen before, after all. But the poor girl had been madly in love with Cassie. Still was, probably. It was just too bad she was so stubborn about the shape that love would take. She slid Ms. Bright's brown dress over her shoulders. It was a little long, and a little too vintage-hippie for Cassie's taste, but it would do. Cassie noted that Ms. Bright had forgotten to send her spare underpants. Oh well. It would have been weird to put on her teacher's bra and panties. And in the strange mood she was in, Cassie really wasn't troubled by the idea of her friends seeing something they shouldn't. Downstairs, the light was warm and her friends were in the midst of a rambunctious conversation. Sara was still shellshocked, but the others didn't appear to have noticed. It was the core of the drama club, without the usual randoms who would always flake out a week before opening night. There were Alan and Riley, the gay boys who were constantly breaking up and getting back together out of a mixture of love and desperation, Rainey, the self-proclaimed only Asian in town and perpetual comic relief, Davis and Bianca, the popular kids who actually didn't suck, and Ellen, the quiet sophomore who they had all appointed the future of the theatre program and possibly theatre in general. "So, I considered shitting in Mr. McGee's trash can and setting it on fire to say goodbye," said Rainey. "But ultimately I thought telling him I got into an Ivy League school would hurt him more." Ms. Bright frowned. "You really have to let go of these grudges, Rainey. It clouds your soul." Rainey gave one of her characteristic smirks. "Sorry, Miss B. I tend to remember it when people tell me that I'm really bad at math for a Korean." "Yeah, and when you repeat it every other day, we all remember too," said Davis. Everyone chuckled, while Rainey flicked Davis a playful middle finger. "So, what's everyone going to do next year without drama?" Cassie said. "What do you mean without drama?" said Alan. "I'm majoring in theatre. So I'll be subjecting my friends and family to awful live shows for years – nay, decades to come." "And I'll be in the audience, watching him chew scenery," said Riley. The It Girl Ch. 02 Alan slapped him on the shoulder. "So unsupportive." "I'm going to hop on a freight train and become a travelling hobo," said Rainey. "Well, I'm going to eat sleep and breathe hockey over there," said Davis, who had received an athletic scholarship for a northeastern school. "And maybe some classes. No time to think about theatre." "Hey, you didn't think about it while you were doing it," said Cassie. "Remember that time you walked into a beam in the middle of Assassins?" "Yeah, and I kept singing just fine," Davis countered. Everyone laughed, and things broke up into a melee of old stories and familiar banter. Even Sara got into it, smiling and laying into Bianca about her weakness for a certain British boy band. It was good to see that the earlier awkwardness between them wouldn't keep either for having a good time. The source of that easygoingness was likely the bottles of red wine on the coffee table. Ms. Bright poured a healthy glass and handed it to Cassie. "Corrupting a minor, Miss S?" said Cassie. "In Italy, your parents would have been giving you wine for years now," said Ms. Bright. "Besides which, you're eighteen, right? Not my fault this country has a barbaric drinking age." She gave that last phrase the little theatrical trill she was so fond of. Cassie took the glass of wine and rolled the liquid around a bit. "Well, when in Rome..." –– Time somehow snuck away from them. One moment Cassie's hair was still dripping with rainwater, and the next thing she knew it was midnight and she was trying to find the feeling in her legs while Alan and Riley quietly said their goodbyes at the door. Sara was passed out on the ottoman next to her. and everyone else had already left. Rain was still coming down in sheets outside. Her teacher shut the door after Alan and Riley and came back to look at Cassie. "Hey, Miz... miz..." What was her name again? Cassie couldn't remember. How silly. "I think I let you have too much," she said. Cassie waved a dismissive hand. "Nah. I'm good." She tried to get up again, but her feet were refusing to cooperate, and she slipped back down onto the couch. "Give me your parents' phone number," the teacher said. "I'll call them and get you a ride home." The thought of confronting the shrill voices of Mindy and Charlotte in this state made Cassie cringe. "Nah, I'll stay here. For a little bit." What's-her-name laughed. "Probably best I don't give you back to your parents in this state. You can stay in the guest room tonight. Still, we should let them know." After a bit of a struggle, Cassie took the phone out of her pocket and offered it to her teacher. "They're in here. Just text 'Dad'. Or 'Charlotte', if you want. Definitely no one else!" She laughed, and she wasn't sure why. Ms. Bright went away with the phone. Ms. Bright. That was her name. Why couldn't she remember it earlier? She had certainly made enough jokes during her first drama class. Ms. Bright lights up the room. Ms. Bright makes all her students bright. Cassie snorted at the memory. Before she could ruminate further, the teacher in question was back. "All right Cassie. You're heading to the guest bedroom. No delays and no arguments." She sounded almost like Cassie's mom. "Or what?" said Cassie. "You don't want to test me," said Ms. Bright. She wrapped her arm around Cassie's shoulders and pulled her up to her feet. As she helped the groggy Cassie upstairs, it was halfway between an intimate embrace and a submission hold. "What about Sara?" Cassie said. Ms. Bright guided her to a small, spartan bedroom at the end of the hall. "I think we'll just leave her on the couch for now. If she wakes up, she can have my bed. I've already contacted her parents and they're okay with her staying the night. For some reason, parents tend to trust me." "Oh." Well, that certainly seemed to answer her questions. Cassie sat down on the twin bed on the edge of the room. It was nice and soft, and she instantly had a desire to not move from here for several hours. "G'night." But Ms. Bright didn't turn out the light. She stood by the switch, tapping her toes. "Aren't you forgetting something, Cassie?" Cassie tried to think, but it was difficult – it was as if a great cloud had settled inside her skull. "What is it, Miz B?" "You're still wearing my dress," she said. "I'd like it back now, Cassie." That was right – she had borrowed everything she was wearing from her teacher earlier in the night. And she had to return what she borrowed. That was logical. Cassie pulled the baggy dress over her head and handed it to Ms. Bright. She was completely naked in front of her former teacher, but she thought that they were both mature enough not to make a big stink about it. "Thank you," said Ms. Bright, sounding distant. "I will... your clothes will be dry by tomorrow morning." If Cassie didn't know better, she would think that Ms. Bright was checking her out. It did look like her eyes were tilted down at the dark triangle between Cassie's pale legs. But that was probably just the booze talking. No way Miz B would act like that. Cassie collapsed onto the bed. There were no sheets, but it was a hot night anyways. "G'night, Miz." "Good night, Cassie. Sweet dreams." –- Cassie woke up in a cold sweat with her head swimming. Well, swimming probably wasn't the right metaphor. Drowning was more like it. Before she could process her nudity or the strange bed she was in, there was vomit surging up her throat, intent on making it out. Casssie stumbled out of bed, trying to find her footing. The toilet. She needed to find a toilet. Miraculously, the bathroom of this strange house was right outside the door. Slipping across a tile floor that felt like a skating rink, Cassie made it to the toilet rim just as last night's dinner, the stray remains of lunch, and entirely too much wine came out of her mouth in an orangish-brown slurry. After four heaves, she had emptied her stomach and suddenly had a clear head. Cassie flushed the puke away and gargled a glass of water to get the nasty taste out of her mouth. The whole situation – being naked in Ms. Bright's house because her old teacher had insisted on taking her clothes away before she went to bed – seemed very strange to her. But it wasn't like Ms. S had taken advantage of her condition to make any sexual advances. Cassie knew that she was gay, but she had never known her to do anything inappropriate. Very strange indeed. She went back to the guest bedroom and lay down, hoping that she could get to sleep and that sanity would be restored by the morning sun. Before she knew it, however, she felt a weight on the end of the bed and a warm body next to her. Confused, Cassie reached for a bedsheet to cover her naked body, but there were no sheets to be found. "Ms. Bright?" "It's me." Sara. In the light from the hall, Cassie could make out her curvy body and the outline of her close-cropped brown hair. And here Cassie was, naked in front of her again. She decided to act casual, rolling over to hide her front. "What is it, Sara?" There were her lips, wet on Cassie's neck, and the comfortable feeling of Sara's plush, big-spoon body wrapping around her. "I want you, Cass." Cassie groaned, halfway between lust and frustration. "Sara... we've talked about this." "I know you're not going to be my wife," Sara said ,desperation in her voice. "But... I want your body. Just for tonight. Isn't that what you wanted? No strings attached?" She shouldn't do this. Cassie was sober enough to do that, that Sara couldn't have really turned from a needy girlfriend to a carefree fuck-buddy while she was gone for the weekend. This would only get Sara more stuck on her, increase the headgams between the two of them. No to mention how strange But there were Sara's warm breasts pressed up against her back, her strong hands running down her belly. She remembered those nights where Sara would fuck her senseless, desperately driving forward with her hands as if trying to mine love. It was a memory that ultimately proved impossible to resist. Cassie took Sara's encroaching hand by the wrist and guided it down to the delta between her legs. She shivered at the first touch of Sara's calloused fingertips against the soft flesh of her pussy lips. Sara nuzzled against her armpit as she snaked another arm around to grab Cassie's breasts. Her grip was rough and her fingers greedy, but there was something Cassie liked in that roughness. She enjoyed the idea of being hungered for. Her ex-girlfriend was now rubbing two fingers against the hood of Cassie's clitoris, inviting her most sensitive part to come out and play. Cassie groaned and slung her left leg over Sara's thigh, giving her easier access. She tried to erase all logic from her mind, just letting the moment take her. Strangely, there was a hot tingling sensation on her back, but she tried to ignore that in favour of the warm pleasure coming from her pussy. Sara was kissing and nibbling on Cassie neck as she mauled her breasts with that strong grip that Cassie had always found so sexy. Her fingers slipped down to probe her ex's pussy lips. Cassie gasped involuntarily as Sara carefully but forcefully tucked two fingers inside her. Sara's breath was hot on her neck. "Do you like that?" Cassie had to grunt affirmatively. With an athlete's grunt, Sara began finger-fucking Cassie in earnest. Cassie grabbed onto the bed's headboard to brace herself as Sara's digits thrust into her, like a white-hot knife that carried pleasure instead of pain. Her calloused thumb began circling Cassie's clit, rolling it smoothly as her fingers stretched and probed her inner depths. Sara put her whole arm into the thrusts of her fingers, and the force rattled through Cassie and made music inside her brain. Sara was coaxing something powerful and liquid out of her. She took one of Cassie's nipples in her mouth and gently bit down on it, forcing Cassie to arch her back in pleasure. If only this could never stop. But the pounding rhythm of Sara's fingers, curling in just the right way to drive her crazy, was rapidly approaching its end. Cassie came to a shuddering climax, gushing all over Sara's digits. She had to bite her lip to keep from crying out and waking Ms. Bright. Sara kept a firm grip on Cassie as she thrashed against her and kept thrusting those magic fingers until her ex had come back from the hills of pleasure. "Was that good?" Sara whispered. "You know it was good," said Cassie. She found herself breaking out into an uncontrollable smile. "Now roll over and let me do you." Sara shook her head. "Don't worry. Tonight is all about you, Cass." That was what she always said. It was uncomfortable being in a relationship who clearly loved you being more than you loved them. Sometimes Cassie had succumbed to Sara's selflessness, sinking into the mattress as her then-girlfriend brought her to a long series of orgasms. But tonight, she wanted to things to be a little more reciprocal. Cassie wrapped her legs around one of Sara's meaty thighs. The knotted muscle pressed up against her sopping pussy. Propping herself off the bed with her hands, Cassie slid her cunt up against Sara's legs, enjoying a jolt of sensation. At the same time she pressed her own thigh up against Sara's wet snatch, inviting her to enjoy the same pleasures. Sara didn't say anything, but just fell into the same rhythm that Cassie had set. The two girls found themselvs in a delicate dance of humping, twisting and gyrating into each others' pelvises. It was a blunt pleasure, but far from yearning for penetration Cassie just rubbed her clit up and down Sara's leg faster and harder. Sara was always quiet and slow to admit her own pleasure, but from her shallow breathing and occasional unstoppable gasp she was definitely enjoying herself. Cassie thrust herself forward, wrapping her arms around her ex. She pressed her body to Sara's, breasts to breasts, cheek to cheek, tongue to ear. Sara had her hands clenched around Cassie's ass and was using her strength to drive her up and down with ever-greater force. Cassie could feel the other girl's hot breath on her neck, and welcomed her release. With a deep grunt, Sara shuddered against Cassie's body, clawing into the smaller girl in order to keep herself from tumbling off the bed. There was joy in her orgasm, a release of pleasure from a woman who usually forbid it for herself, and obvious pleasure in her thrust against Cassie's warm cunt. She was close herself. Just as she drove herself into a frenzy along Sara's thigh, Cassie saw her. Standing in the doorway, in a dark bedrobe, was Ms. Bright, watching on with a kindly smile. Cassie opened her mouth to say something, but all that came out was a scream of orgasm. Whiteness overtook her vision as pleasure exploded within her. By the time shad come down from that rush, the doorframe was empty again. Cassie supposed she had just imagined Ms. Bright – one of those strange confusing moments of incongruous sexual fantasy. It was just her and Sara, sweaty bodies wrapped around each other, both girls smiling ear to ear. –- To say breakfast the next morning was awkward would be an understatement. It was bad enough that all Ms. Bright had was dry granola to chew on. Cassie and Sara hadn't said a word to each other since waking up in the same bed and hurriedly putting their clothes on. Neither was sure what their relationship was now, or what the other wanted it to be. On top of that, Cassie was constantly wondering just what Ms. Bright's intentions had been last night. Had it really been her watching them. "Well," their teacher said. "That was certainly a lovely party last night, wasn't it?" "Lots of fun," said Cassie drily. "It was good seeing everyone again," said Sara. "Maybe the last time we'll all be together." Cassie wondered if that was a message for her, or if she was just reading too much into things. "Oh, I'm sure it won't be," said Ms. Bright. "Maybe we can have a meeting like this next Christmas, when you all are home from college." Cassie stepped outside to call for a ride. On the other end of the line, Charlotte complained a bit about having to pick her up, but ultimately agreed to do it. As soon as Cassie hung up, Sara was there, standing in the doorway. "Cass, about last night..." "You don't have to—" "It didn't mean anything," Sara said. "It was, you know... I was drunk." "Does it have to be meaningless?" Sara seemed confused but intrigued. "Do you want to..." "I've told you, Sara. I don't want to be a couple, but that doesn't mean we have to be strangers. We can be friends. Friends who, you know, play around a bit." "But I want more than that." Cassie gave Sara an impromptu hug. "Well, I can't give you any more. I'm sorry. But call me any time you're feeling lonely, and I'll see what I can do." Sara nodded. "I think I'm just going to walk home. See you... see you around." Shortly after she left, Charlotte pulled up. Cassie loaded her bike into the trunk of the car and hopped in the driver's seat. "You know, you should really let us know when you're going to stay overnight someplace," said Charlotte. Cassie bristled at the 'us', but decided to play nice. "Sorry, but it was kind of a spur-of-the-moment thing. Because of the storm, and all. By the way... I'm sorry about the other day. I didn't need to be such a bitch." "It's okay," Charlotte said. "Mindy was being a bit of a B too. You two really should try to get along. I think you have more in common than you realize." Cassie laughed. "We live in the same house, and that's about it." They were quiet for a little while. The storm had left a nice day in its wake – bright sunlight reflecting off viridian leaves, clear blue sky, kids playing in the street and singing pop songs with garbled lyrics. It was the kind of day that instantly lifted Cassie out of whatever funk she was in. After all, who was she to complain when three girls had thrown themselves at her in the past forty-eight hours? "You know," Cassie said, thinking out loud. "I don't think this summer is going to be so bad after all."