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Casanova Redux Ch. 01

By: velvetpie



As long as I've know myself, my life has always revolved around sex. I've always had questions, people asking me how I became the sexually depraved person that I am today and since my tale is an interesting one, I thought I might tell you of some of the encounters I had before I left my mother's breast. My story begins in squalor, with a woman who found herself pregnant and without a mate. But my mother, Laurie, was never without ingenuity so our sojourn in Hell did not last any longer than necessary …

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A pregnant Laurie Marie looked up when the door opened, allowing the fat caretaker, Ernesto, into her cramped room. He made no attempt at concealing his leer and she made no attempt at covering her milk-swollen breasts, shoveling the cheese and bread that he brought down her throat in desperate hunger. 

"Rent's due tomorrow." He wiped his dirty hands on even dirtier pants, his eyes focused on the tiniest edge of pink nipple trying to escape from her peasant shirt, licking his lips evilly. 

She paused in chewing to turn sad eyes to him. "Tomorrow? It hasn't been seven days yet!"

"Indeed it has, wench, and I expect my money first thing in the morning."

"Bax, you know that I won't be able to raise the rent money first thing in the morning!"

"Then," He circled her, lips gleaming with spittle and eyes sparkling with anticipation. "You will have to leave."

"Have a care, Bax! I am eight months ripe! Where am I going to go?"

"I don't care." He spat on the floor near her. "Let me fuck you and we'll call it even."

Laurie Marie gasped, pulling the drooping edge of her blouse up over her exposed shoulder. "I'm pregnant!"

"As if that makes a difference?" Bax knelt beside her, flexing his itching fingers as his eyes surveyed her creamy flesh. "Everybody knows that a pregnant woman is a hot fuck!"

"No, Bax! I won't do it."

"Then pack your stuff. As soon as the sun cracks the sky, make sure your ass is out of here or I'll have you thrown out!"

The door slammed and Laurie Marie collapsed into sobs, the bitter, granular cheese burning in her throat. She had no money to pay the rent and she was damned if she'd lie beneath Bax's sweaty body just to satisfy a week's worth of lodging. She wiped her face, tied a kerchief over her long blonde hair and left the hovel, heading for her friend's house. Ralene would have a solution. She always did.

The street was teeming with people, most in search of money as she was and none cared that she was carrying a child. She was pushed and jostled on her way down the side path until she lost her footing and fell into the street. Before she could arise, a horse-drawn carriage bore down on her, skidding to a halt just inches from her cowering form. 

"My goodness!" An older man wearing a top hat and spectacles offered her his hand, his face wearing a look of concern. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, sir." Laurie Marie struggled to her feet, brushing her skirt off. Her fingers caught and she looked down, realizing that there was a tear in her best article of clothing. She burst into tears, covering her face.

"Oh, miss, I'm sorry!"

"No, no. It's not your fault, sir." She wiped her face, appalled at her reaction. "It's just been a bad day for me."

"I'm sorry to hear that." He doffed his hat. "I was just heading to get something to eat. Would you like to join me?"

"That's not necessary, sir. I'm all right."

"I would rather enjoy your company, Miss … "

"Turnbrooke. Laurie Marie Turnbrooke."

He extended his hand with a smile. "I'm Arthur Higgins. Pleased to meet you."

Arthur helped her into the carriage and they headed to the Pig & Whistle for dinner. Laurie Marie was so hungry that just the smell of cooking food made her stomach grumble loudly. Arthur just laughed, noting that her baby was obviously hungry, too. He did not ridicule her about her appetite; he allowed her to order whatever she wanted and happily watched her consume every morsel. Over a small sherry, he asked her questions about her life and her situation.

"And so Bax intends to turn you out at dawn?"

"Yes, sir." Laurie Marie wiped tears away again, sipping the sherry. "I've looked for work but no one wants to hire a woman so close to dropping her baby."

Arthur nodded, staring into the liquor. "Then you have a problem, Miss Turnbrooke." He sat up, taking a breath. "A problem that I can solve. I had need of a housekeeper. The job is yours if you would like to have it."

"Really?"

"Yes. If you agree, we can collect your stuff and you may take up residence this evening."

Laurie Marie began to cry again, dabbing at her eyes with the cloth napkin. "You are too kind, Mr. Higgins."

Arthur smiled, touching her hand. "Mayhap I am but I am a good judge of character and I can't stand by and watch a beautiful woman such as you be mistreated." He drained his glass. "Will you accept the position?"

Faced with an uncertain future, the warmth and kindness she felt from Arthur helped her make her decision. "Yes, Mr. Higgins. I accept." 

Casanova Redux Ch. 02



And so we were lifted out of the disease-ridden arms of poverty by an angel named Arthur. Mr. Higgins took a liking to my mother: first, because of her beauty and second, because she was a quick learner. As I grew in her well-fed belly, Laurie Marie set the Higgins manor in order, deftly organizing the running of the house and seeing to the care of the outbuildings and the animals. Once a week, Arthur would have to travel on business and he was overjoyed to come home to a well-run home and servants that were pleased to care for him.

Arthur became my father the night I, Cassia Nova, was born, attending my birth and caring for my mother as if she was his husband. He sang me to sleep and cuddled me when I was cranky. My mother found herself falling in love with Arthur but was afraid to act on her feelings for fear of alienating her employer. Luckily for her, the task was taken out of her hands ...

* * * * *

Laurie Marie awoke and stretched languorously, enjoying the feel of clean sheets on her clean body. Since Cassia was sleeping soundly still, she took the opportunity to pad across the spacious room and threw the drapes open, welcoming the cleansing rays of the sun. Down below, the gardeners were weeding and replanting a corner of the flower bed and a thick carpet of grass spread underneath fruit and magnolia trees. Everything was so beautiful. She still had a hard time believing that it was all real.

She heard a gurgle from the corner and turned with a smile, heading over to the tiny cradle in the corner. The baby cooed and Laurie Marie took her to the side table, using the water in the bowl to wash the little girl, then put a clean rag on her bottom. Snug and dry, Laurie Marie climbed back into bed, made herself comfortable and raised the baby to her aching teat, squeezing her legs together as the baby's first suckle made her pussy twitch.

There was a knock on the door and Arthur stuck his head in, a paper-wrapped package in his hands. "Good morning, Laurie." He strode over to the side of the bed and pressed a kiss to her forehead, then laid a soft finger against the baby's cheek. "And good morning, my little buttercup." His eyes were drawn to Cassia's rosebud mouth, hungrily sucking on one of Laurie Marie's dark pink nipples. Out of respect, he wrenched his sight away, focusing on Laurie Marie's face. "Did you sleep well?"

"I slept wonderfully, thank you."

"Good." He laid the package on her lap. "For you. Happy Six Months."

Laurie Marie's face lit up. "It's been six months since I've been here? I didn't realize that."

"Have you been happy here, Laurie?"

"Oh, yes, Arthur. Very much so. You've been such a help to me." Tears stung her eyes. "I never would have made it alone."

Arthur smiled, his eyes drawn to her pillowy breasts. "Do you think you could feel anything more?"

"Anything more?" She gave him a tender smile. "I don't understand."

"It's all right." Arthur stood quickly, his face red with embarrassment. "Just forget that I asked." He walked quickly to the door. "I'll look in on you later."

And with that, he was gone, leaving Laurie Marie confused. She kept feeding the baby and when little Cassia was fed and had been burped, she laid her back down in the cradle to rest. It was then that she opened the package he'd brought for her and gasped at the most beautiful lace nightgown that she'd ever seen. Then it hit her. She suddenly understood what Arthur had been trying to say. He wanted to know if she could have any romantic feelings for him and she was so dense that she didn't understand.

Laurie Marie laid the nightgown on the end of her bed, smoothing it with thoughtful hands. She would apologize tonight and if she was lucky, she would have Arthur's heart by morning.

Arthur Higgins was having a hard time sleeping that night.

His mind was racing, his thoughts filled with images of Laurie Marie's overlarge, milk-filled breasts. He imagined rubbing his face against those hot pillows, smearing mother's milk all over his lips and cheeks. Just that thought had him hard and throbbing and he was losing a battle with his hand, letting it gently stroke his rod until he heard the door latch click. In the dim lamplight, he saw a dark figure moved from the doorway to his bed and the mosquito netting was moved aside, exposing his visitor: Laurie Marie.

"I'm sorry for not understanding what you were saying to me this morning," She stepped into the light and he sighed in awe, noticing that she was dressed in the lacy nightgown that he'd bought for her. "But I understand now." She pulled the straps down, releasing her heavy breasts and straddled him, pressing them into her face. 

With a deep moan, Arthur took one of her nipples into his mouth, sucking hard and whimpering when warm, tangy milk spurted into his mouth. Laurie Marie shivered as her cunt reacted with a twinge and milk began to drip from the other nipple as well. He noticed and moved over to catch the escaping fluids, using fat strokes of his tongue to lave her puckered flesh. His hands pushed the gown down around her waist and he let his palms glide over her voluptuous figure. She took the initiative and pulled the gown up and off, leaving her naked in his arms and trembling when his wandering hand found her juicy pussy.

"Don't tease me." He whispered, pushing the covers aside. "I've wanted you for so long. Please ... "

Laurie Marie bent and kissed him, humming at the taste of her own milk and quickly moving them into position over his waiting mouth. As drops of creamy fluid covered his tongue, she reached down between her legs and covered his cock with her hand. His prick was long and skinny and hard as a rock and it took only a few seconds to move into position. He groaned into her mouth as he sunk into her, intensely fighting the urge to immediately drop his load. It had been a long time since he'd had someone and Laurie Marie was so beautiful. He swallowed more of her milk, slipping a nipple into his mouth and suckling as she began to move.

Bursts of warmth rocketed through her body and she shivered at his suckling, loving the alternating pain and pleasure that made her pussy tighten around him. Her juices coated his dick, pooling at the base and dripping down and the feeling of her squeezing him like a glove set him off. His mouth filled with warm milk, his cock erupted inside her, sending her over the edge as well. 

Arthur cradled her against him, his hand over her heart. "Stay here with me."

Her voice was small and scared. "I can't."

"Yes, you can." He sought out her eyes in the dark. "Bring Cassia in her and stay with me."

Laurie Marie's eyes filled with tears and she smiled. "Okay."



Casanova Redux Ch. 03



Arthur couldn't get enough of my mother's milk and their lifelong love affair began. I grew up spoiled and strong, confident with the love of a father who adored me and a mother who understood me. I didn't attend school with other children; Arthur had a tutor brought by to teach me numbers and letters. I was like my mother, a quick learner, and I progressed to working mathematical problems and reading long tracts of text by the time I was six. The more I learned, the more I became interested in every facet of life. Words took me to different worlds and numbers helped me see things in an orderly fashion.

Birthdays came and went but I never grew tired of having a cake and riding my horse whenever I wanted. But something was missing. I felt it keenly but didn't have the slightest clue as to what it could be. My best friend, Jenny, whose father owned the adjacent farm, often served as my fountain of advice and it was through my friendship with her that my sexual odyssey began...

* * * * *

Jenny scrambled up the hill like a monkey, leaving Cassia farther and farther behind. Cassia loved her friend but she always hated that Jenny was so much faster and stronger than she was. Of course, Jenny just tossed her head full of black curls and laughed after each win, grinning and giving her a mischievous wink. Today, they were heading to their favorite place, a flat patch of land populated by soft, green grass and clusters of bluebells, kissed by the sun and shaded on one side by a hundred-year old oak.

Even carrying the weight of their picnic lunch on her back, Jenny was faster and all Cassia saw were her petticoats as she crested the edge, pulling herself up. "Come on! I swear, Cassia, you're so slow!"

"Well, I wasn't born a monkey!" Cassia pulled herself up and laughing, she chased her friend over to the stream, washing her hands and face clean. "I'll never beat you, Jenny."

"Of course you won't." Jenny set the basket down, waiting as Cassia unfolded the spread. "I have a distinct advantage. When one has six brothers, one learns how to do things as a boy does."

"Wish I had a brother. Wish I had a sister, for that matter." Cassia pouted, her eyes tearing up.

"You do have a sister." Jenny threw her arm around Cassia's shoulder and gave her a squeeze. "Me."

Cassia nodded and the two girls opened the hamper and ate the lunch that Cook had prepared for them. Stuffed and giggling, they laid in the sun-dappled grass, watching the bees gather pollen in the gentle wind.

"Jenny?"

"Yes?"

"Do you ever touch yourself down there?"

"Of course. Don't you?"

"I'm afraid to."

"Afraid to? Why is that?"

"I'm not sure what to do."

"Come here." Jenny leaped up and ran headlong across the grass, ducking beneath a waterfall hedge that hid them from any prying eyes. Cassia followed her in, standing as her friend pulled her knickers down and sat, spreading her legs. Cassia took an uncertain step backward. "Come here and sit close to me."

Cassia sat across from her friend, staring at the juncture between her legs. She'd had her own pussy for sure, but it was quite a different matter to see someone else's. Jenny's mound was covered with shiny black curls and looked as if it was nothing but a patch of hair. When Jenny spread her legs wider, a small pink slit appeared and she thought that it was the most beautiful thing that she'd ever seen.

"Pull your pants down, too." Cassia snapped out of her trance and lowered her own undergarments. The ground was cool under her suddenly hot skin and she pulled her dress back, exposing her own pink slit. "Now watch and do what I do."

Jenny leaned back against the boulder that formed the back wall of the natural alcove and let her fingers play across her pussy lips, pulling them open and stroking down each side in long, slow strokes. Eyes closed, she pulled the fat hood back and gently pushed on a fat pink button, an action that caused her to gasp and close her eyes. Cassia wanted to follow what her friend was doing but she couldn't stop watching what Jenny was doing and how her body was reacting to it. Jenny's fingers traced the pink path again, pressing the lips open farther as she lifted her knees, pushing them back as far as she could.

A soft whimper left Jenny's lips as she spread her flesh flower apart and dipped her fingers in the glistening dew that was forming at the bottom. She began a circular motion around the base of her slit, her whimpers deepening into moans as more and more creamy liquid covered her. With a long, hoarse groan, her longest finger disappeared into her body and Cassia knew that she had found her opening. Jenny's finger slid in and out, drawing a grunt of pleasure each time and rapidly built a rhythm that matched music only Jenny could hear.

The breath caught in Cassia's throat when Jenny came. Her legs started trembling and her finger moved at a blurring pace until her body froze in mid-arch, her mouth hanging open and her fisted hand pushing against her quivering flesh. Finally, she gasped and relaxed, her legs falling down but her hand still slightly moving in her hole.

"That's called an orgasm. I heard my mother and some of the ladies talking about it." Jenny looked over at her friend. "Did you have one?"

"No. I was too busy watching you."

"Well," Jenny crawled over to her friend with a big smile. "Let's see what we can do about that."



Casanova Redux Ch. 04



Watching Jenny masturbate was like an epiphany to me. Her response was so honest that I had actually cum without knowing it. It was a beautiful gift that she given me; the gift of the trust that an intimate friend or lover gives to another and I wanted to give the same gift back to her. We had been friends for so long and had experienced such different adventures together that I felt that there was no one else with whom I would share my gift.

She had opened a new world to me; a world of self-gratification that would serve me well in the years to come. Whenever I was lonely, instead of searching out the services of another human being, I resorted to the soft safety of my bed and fucked myself into oblivion. But Jenny had another gift to give me; another secret to share with her best friend and of course, quick learner that I am, I was all ears...

* * * * *

Cassia watched her friend approach but was frozen in place when she realized what her friend was about to do. Jenny's lips touched hers and a stab of adrenalin tightened her chest and her nipples unexpectedly hardened painfully. Cassia had been kissed before. She had received hundreds of kisses from her mother and father and had even stolen one from Jacobi, the shepherd, but it had been so hurried that she hadn't been able to enjoy it. 

This kiss was different. There was none of the roughness she associated with Arthur or Jacobi; no whiskers or scraping bristles to deal with here, just the smoothness of another woman's mouth and it excited her. Breaking the kiss, Jenny pushed Cassia onto her back and began to undo the buttons on the front of her own dress, pushing the fabric aside and showing Cassia her small but well-shaped breasts, capped with dusky rose nipples that had hardened into tasty raspberries. 

Cassia raised her hands and cupped them, rubbing the stiff nubs against her fingers and watching the play of bliss crossing Jenny's features. Jenny sat up and finished undoing the dress, then let it fall to the ground. Cassia pushed herself up onto her elbows and took in the sight of her naked friend. "Come here." Jenny crawled over to her and allowed Cassia's lips to take one of her nipples. The sensation spiked into her pussy and she trembled as a burst of hot juices parted her nether lips.

Jenny pulled up and made quick work of ridding Cassia of her dress and lay on top of her friend, breast to breast, pussy to pussy. Cassia moaned as Jenny's mouth covered hers again, their tongues gently dancing together. Jenny flexed her hips and pleasure exploded in Cassia's body as their clits pressed together and Cassia shook in Jenny's arms. 

"Did you feel that?" Cassia could only nod at her friend. "Let me show you another way."

Jenny tugged on Cassia's arm, making her friend move until she was against the boulder now. She paused to give her a kiss as her hands softly moved down Cassia's arms, down her sides and over her hips. Cassia felt Jenny pull her knees up and thought she was going to shake apart when her hands slid over the smooth skin of her inner thighs. Jenny's finger split Cassia's sopping wet pussy lips and pressed into the juicy crevice, searching for the secret opening. When she found it, Cassia came immediately, impaled on Jenny's finger and she gasped for air, grasping handfuls of grass and dirt as two more orgasms raced through her.

Jenny pulled her finger from her friend's creamy slit, smiling as she watched Cassia twitch in satisfaction, her open legs showing her flexing hole and her curiosity got the best of her. Catching Cassia's eyes, she raised the juice-coated finger to her mouth and sucked, tasting her friend. Cassia moaned, using two fingers to press her clit down and rocking back and forth with the onset of yet another orgasm.

The scent of her friend's pussy lit a fire in Jenny and she crawled forward, burying her face into Cassia's weeping pussy. Cassia screamed in absolute pleasure, unable to breathe as Jenny's tongue slipped into each nook and cranny, splitting the slick folds and thrusting into her hole. Lights flared from behind Cassia's closed eyelids and Cassia would swear that she'd gone to Heaven. Her pussy muscles rippled and creamy juice poured onto Jenny's tongue and she eagerly lapped them up.

"That's the best way to have an orgasm." Jenny pulled her trembling friend into her arms, smoothing the hair out of her eyes. "Want to try it on me?" 



Casanova Redux Ch. 05



Mmm, my first taste of pussy. Something I would never forget in a million years. How could you forget anything like that? Especially with a beautiful girl like Jenny. Her musky scent was an aphrodisiac to me. I couldn't seem to get enough of those dark ruby folds and the creamy honey that came from her soft hole. I never imagined that a part of a woman's body have such a profound effect on my sensuality. I concentrated my efforts on learning what made Jenny moan with desire and what made her gasp with delight. It was the most important training I'd ever received.

Still, there was more to my sexual matriculation than I knew about and my flirtation with the fairer sex was about to be augmented. There were more doors to be opened, more avenues to be explored and it would take a herd of sheep to provide an introduction to the mysteries of the male sex...

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The sun had climbed high in the sky by the time Jenny and Cassia emerged from the thicket, their young bodies covered with a heady mixture of sweat, dirt, saliva and pussy juice. Cassia hadn't wanted to leave but Jenny complained of being itchy from the dirt and her suggestion of a dip in the pond was well-received. Grabbing their clothing and each other's hands, the two girls skipped over to the pond, dropped everything and dove into the cool, clear waters.

Jenny surfaced first and looked around, wondering where Cassia was. A pair of arms wrapped around her, pulling her against another naked body and Jenny sighed happily, letting Cassia move them under the outcropping. "What have you done to me, Jenny?" Cassia whispered, licking the shell of her friend's ear while her hand slid down, rubbing her submerged cunt. "I can't get enough of you."

Jenny's gasp told her that her friend felt the same way and Cassia turned her head so that she could kiss her while stroking her pussy. The romantic interlude was rudely interrupted by the loud bleat of a lost sheep and Jacobi's fatherly call for the lost animal. Cassia and Jenny quickly realized that they were in trouble and that running for their clothes was not an option. 

"What do we do?" Jenny whispered, near tears. "We'll be ruined!"

"No, we won't. Just leave it to me."

Jacobi called to the ewe again. He knew she'd come this way and he was getting angry that he had to climb that stupid hill to chase her. He paused in mid-whistle when he heard something strange, something that sounded like a woman's cry. He listened again, following the sound to its origin and crouched behind a cluster of low hedges when he saw the two women frolicking in the grass. His cock hardened as he watched one suck another one's nipple, her nubile body arching upwards as her hands pulled her lover's mouth more tightly against her breast. It was quite possibly the hottest thing he'd ever seen.

Cassia raised her head and glanced toward the bush. "Why are you hiding, Jacobi?"

"I .. uh, I ... "

"Come here." Cassia raised on her haunches, her eyes locked to his while she continued to stroke her lover's body. The shepherd stepped forward hesitantly, his eyes sliding over Jenny's body, then Cassia's figure, doing his best not to slobber.

"Cassia, what are you going to Jenny?"

"We're making love, Jacobi, what do you think we're doing?"

"I have no idea." He paused. "I didn't think girls ... er, women were supposed to do it with each other."

"Anyone can do it with whomever they like, Jacobi." Cassia smiled at him, tweaking one of Jenny's nipples and making her cry out. "Is that a sin?"

"Yes, it is. Father Ramsay will want to know ... "

"What can I do to convince you that it should remain secret?" She stood slowly, allowing him to get the full effect of her naked body and walked over to him. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Uh, I don't know."

"Have you ever had a woman touch you down there?" Jenny asked, moving behind Cassia and playing with her breasts.

"N-No."

"Have you ever had a woman put her mouth on you down there?"

"No." A breathy answer. "I've never fucked a woman, either."

Cassia smiled. "We're both virgins and we intend to stay that way for now," She left Jenny's grasp, walking around him. "But we can suck you."

Jenny moved closer, her hands loosening his trousers. Jacobi's head fell back at her touch on his heated flesh, a deep tremble snaking through him. "Does that feel good?"

"Oh, yes."

Cassia and Jenny knelt at the same time, pushing his overlong shirt up and exposing his lower extremities. His prick was small but had a fair amount of girth and the fluted head was glossy and wet with precum. Jenny licked the liquid away and took Jacobi into her mouth which Cassia licked his ass cheeks, paying special attention to his crack. He moaned, spreading his legs out more and repeating the moan when Cassia's tongue skated along his perineum and licked his balls from behind.

"Oh, God! This is so good!"

Jenny flooded her mouth with more spit and started bobbing on his prick while Cassia continued her work on his asshole and nuts. His grunts grew higher-pitched as he moved closer and closer to his release. Suddenly, he was shouting and Jenny's mouth was filled with gobs of cum. Cassia pushed a finger into his rectum and smiled when he shouted again, his second spurt larger than the first. Two more shots and he was spent, falling to his knees in exhaustion. Jenny pulled Cassia to her and shared the salty snack with her friend, both letting the thick sperm roll over their tongues before swallowing.

Jacobi watched them, his half-hard cock twitching at the sight. When they both looked down at him, his smile mirrored theirs.

"Your secret's safe with me!"



Casanova Redux Ch. 06



A chef has to study in different countries to be exposed to different tastes and in one day, I went to the Isle of Pussy, explored every inch of the region from mountains to valleys, then took a flight, landing in County Cock. And what a landing it was! The ocean-fresh flavor of semen stayed with me for a long time after but I found that I was more interested in the subtle beauties of the female form. The slopes and planes of a woman's body made my mouth water as I fantasized about the nape of a woman's neck, the snowy hollow of an armpit, the sensuous curve of a hip and the mysterious blossom whose nectar was like ambrosia to me.

I knew that Jenny would never be my life partner. She was bound by different things than I was and it would be important for her to marry to carry on the family line. My father, Arthur, felt the same but he was not willing to require me to marry. Upon his death and that of my mother, the estate would revert to me and I could leave the property to any one of my choosing. I could not see myself sexually answering to a man, so I was already resigned to adopting some orphans and living my life with a female partner by my side.

But I had not fucked a man and wanted to be certain of my choice. Perhaps Jenny's view was harsh; maybe it would not be so painful with a man. Maybe it would be enjoyable. After all, my mother and Arthur enjoyed a sexual relationship. I needed to ask them some questions. I just hoped that they would be patient enough to listen ...

* * * * *

"Oh, yes!"

The muffled exclamation carried through the pane of glass and the forceful nature of her mother's voice called to Cassia. The sun was setting and she knew that Cook or her mother would be looking for her soon but she couldn't resist peeking in the window. This set of windows opened out into Arthur's private library, a place where Cassia was allowed during the day but in the evening, if the doors were closed, she was not allowed into its wing.

Breaching the hedges, Cassia pushed through until she'd reached the side of the house, dragged a large boulder over and stepped up, clinging to the beaten wood ledge. Her eyes widened at the scene that was playing out in front of her. Her naked father was laying on his back on the hand-knitted carpet, her voluptuous mother sitting astride him, her breasts dripping a white fluid into his open mouth.

"Oh, yes, baby! Suck it! Suck it hard! I'm almost there!"

The firelight reflected the sweat on their bodies and Cassia watched her mother ride her father, her hips rocking faster and faster. Suddenly, her father released her nipple, shouting happily as his buried cock fired into her pussy. Cassia couldn't see it but she knew that the blissful expression on her father's face signaled his release. Her mother ceased her movement, hanging her head as she rolled to the side, pulling her shirt closed and securing her milk-filled tits.

"I'm sorry, honey."

"It's okay."

Cassia squinted, seeking out the shape and size of her father's softening cock but she found that she couldn't remove her eyes from her mother's breasts. Arthur was rubbing his fingers over one nipple, covering them in the leaking liquid and bringing them to his mouth, sucking them clean. 

"No, it's not." Arthur arose from the floor, bringing a robe over to his bride and pulling his own on, his demeanor that of a beaten man. "Why won't you accept my offer?"

"Because I love you, Arthur! I couldn't sleep with anyone else!"

"I know you love me, Laurie Marie. I have no doubt of that and I know, but am very surprised, to find out that you haven't found comfort elsewhere."

"Comfort is not worth causing you pain, Arthur."

"Laurie Marie," He took her hands, gazing into her eyes. "I'm an old man. I can't keep it up long enough to satisfy you. I have no problem with acknowledging that but as much as I love your milk, I can't stand to see you unhappy."

"I'm not unhappy!"

"Yes, you are. I heard you masturbating the other morning. If I was an adequate lover, you wouldn't have to rely on masturbation to take care of your needs."

Laurie Marie touched his cheek, pressing her mouth against his in a loving motion. "I don't want someone else."

"If you don't choose someone, I'll choose for you." Laurie Marie lowered her eyes, falling into his arms as she began to sob. "Don't be upset, honey. I still love you."

"But I don't want anyone else, Arthur."

"What if I agree to be in the room? Would you feel more comfortable if I was there to watch?"

Laurie Marie wiped her eyes, meeting Arthur's. "Would you really do that?"

"Anything to make you happy."

"Then yes, Arthur. I will accept. ONLY if you are there."

Cassia stood silently, wondering what she'd seen. Was her father really telling her mother that it would be all right for her to fuck another man? It was confusing ... and exciting. She would have to find out when that meeting would take place and find a way to hide herself in the room. She needed to see. She needed to witness the act and to find out if a man was right for her.



Casanova Redux Ch. 07



Proclivity. Such an interesting word and fetish is its sister. I would learn much about these words later but I learned a lot that night. I snuck into the house and when Cook called me for dinner, I was dressed and ready. My father and mother entered the dining room as always, hand in hand, smiles on their faces. To all assembled, they would seem like any ordinary couple but I knew different. I looked with loving eyes at Arthur and knew the reason that my mother's breasts were so big was because of his proclivity toward pregnant women. His fetish was drinking birth milk and I had watched him achieve his release while suckling from her nipples.

Watching my parents whetted my appetite for more. I wanted to see the penis entering the vagina. I wanted to see the man reacting to burying himself in the woman's warm, wet sheath and I wanted to see the woman's body reacting to his penetration. Still, my attention was drawn to my mother's feminine frame. I wanted to see more of her body and fantasized about being able to touch her beautiful body. But for now, I would have to settle with watching someone else touch her ...

* * * * *

Night brought restlessness to Cassia. The day's events weighed heavily on her mind and in the midst of her sleep, she'd awaken with her fingers shoved deeply into her pussy. A few times, she awoke just before she came and whimpered her way into an orgasm, gasping for breath. By the time the sun cast its friendly rays through her window, she was a sleepy, nervous wreck. She was happy that the morning cleansing water was cold; it helped to reduce the puffy bags from under her eyes and she skated through breakfast, grabbing a muffin and an apple and making the excuse that she and Jenny were going to watch the sunrise from the east pasture.

"You're lying!"

It took a long time for Cassia to convince Jenny that what she'd seen and heard was the truth. "I don't know when it's going to happen but my mother is going to fuck another man."

"I can't believe that!"

"I can." Cassia pulled her friend close, her hand drifting into her open bodice and awakening a fat nipple. "My father is a wonderful man."

Jenny sighed at the feelings that her friend's hands were evoking. "Yes ... and he has a wonderful daughter."

A morning of lovemaking gave way to afternoon and Cassia parted with her friend, eager to find out what was going on in the house. The housekeeper told her that her mother and father had gone into town but wouldn't elaborate on the reason for their visit. The chambermaids knew nothing, either. That only left two people that Cassia considered confidantes in the house. Cook, who knew every bit of information that flowed through the house and Withers, the blacksmith, an older but handsome man who kept the horses shod and repaired other things around the estate. She'd always had a crush on him and loved the way he treated her like an adult.

Cook was in the kitchen, supervising the killing and cleaning of chickens for dinner and seemed to be a bit frazzled. Cassia stole a carrot stick from a cold platter and pinched her nose at the smell of blood. "Yuck!"

"What are you doing in here?"

"Came to see what all the fuss was."

A light seemed to twinkle in Cook's eye for a quick second, then just as quickly disappeared. "Just plucking chickens. You've seen it done before."

"Yes, but not usually this close to dinner. Is someone special coming to dinner?"

Cook turned to her, a wry smile on her wrinkled face. "Why do you ask?"

"Just curious."

"Just nosy is more like it." Cook turned her back toward the door and gave her a smack on the ass. "You get out of here, missy, and find something else to do."

Grabbing another carrot, Cassia grinned and muttered under her breath, "No, just someone else to ask."

Withers was in his usual place, hammering iron in the forge and Cassia paused to watch him. He was the same age as her mother but you would never have guessed it by the look of his body. His torso was trim and his muscles in his arms flexed and rolled with every lift of the hammer. Sweat coated his skin, making the tiny golden hairs rise and his blond-brown hair clung to the sides of his face. He lifted the horseshoe and pleased with his work, plunged it into a large bucket of water, standing back from the steam.

"Hi, Withers."

"Hello yourself." He tossed the finished shoe in the bin and carefully set the tongs down. "What are you up to?"

"Oh, nothing." Cassia sat on a crate, watching him move around the space and loving the feline-like way that he moved. "Just came to hang around with you."

"Now why would a pretty girl want to hang around with an old man like me?"

"You're not old, Withers, and you're quite handsome yourself."

He laughed and she was momentarily hypnotized by a flash of white teeth. "You've been telling me that since you were a little girl."

"Yes, and now I'm a big girl."

His dark eyes connected with hers and he looked away quickly, his cheeks flaming. Cassia did not look away, determined to let him know just how serious she was. She was curious about fucking a man and Withers would be perfect. She knew he'd be a gentleman and that he'd treat her with respect. "Cassia ... "

"You wouldn't deny me my first, would you?"

"Your first?" 

"Yes. My first." Cassia reached out and touched the ridges of muscle on his stomach. "I've had a crush on you forever, Withers, and I don't care how old you are. I want you to be my first."

Withers stepped away, clearly uncomfortable with her touch. "That wasn't what you came here for, was it?"

"You know me too well." She pulled her shawl over her arms. "So when does he arrive and who is he?"

"Martin Turner. He'll be here at eight o'clock."

"The grocer?"

"Needs to have a wheel fixed on one of his hansoms." His eyes caught and held hers. "He'll be staying overnight."

"I see." Cassia strode to the door and looked outside, checking where the sun was in the sky. "Well, I'd best get ready for dinner."

"Have a good night."

She turned back and smiled at Withers. "Think over what I said, Withers. I'm very serious."

Withers watched her go, his cock stirring in his pants. "I already have, dear Cassia. I already have." 



Casanova Redux Ch. 08



I came away from my conversation with Withers with wet panties and the sudden urge to scratch the itch he'd created. I didn't realize how strong the attraction I had to him was and it only confirmed the rightness of the decision I'd made. Withers would be my first. I wondered what he sounded like when he came and just the thought sent a shiver down my spine. Jenny would whimper when she filled my mouth with her sweet cream and Jacobi gave a weak grunt. I imagined that Withers' response would be much more manly, perhaps a deep grunt or a growl as he emptied himself into me.

But all fantasies have their feet in the real world. I began to worry about my part of the performance. Would he laugh at me? Tell me that I was still a child and send me home? It became even more important to find out what went on when a man and woman fucked and tonight's visitor would provide that, I was sure. It was just a matter of finding out what room and the best place to hide …

*****

Martin Turner arrived promptly at eight o'clock and was met by Withers at the carriage house. Cassia watched as the two men shook hands and made a circuit around the vehicle, talking and pointing out items that Turner wanted taken care of, including the injured wheel. Satisfied that Withers could take care of the problems, he grabbed an overnight bag from the carriage and strode toward the house. Cassia remained upstairs until Cook called her and she went down and joined her parents and the visitor in the main dining room. 

"Mr. Turner, may I introduce my daughter, Cassia Nova."

Cassia politely greeted Turner and set about examining him while dinner was served. He was a few inches taller than her father, easily six feet in height and seemed solid in his fine suit. His dark eyes sparkled at her mother and his manner was respectful but there was an underlying current, a sexual tension that made Cassia's skin tingle. After dinner, the adults retired to the library for sherry and cigars. Being eighteen, Cassia could have joined them but she begged off, saying that she was tired. She kissed her parents good night, bid Turner a good evening and repaired to her room.

But not before she discovered which room Turner was staying in and devising a plan. She took a bath, put on her nightgown and went to bed, arranging her pillows so that it looked like she was in it and tiptoed down the hall. Other than the bed, there was a large tallboy in the corner, a small chest of drawers, a large mirror and a table that held a pitcher and bowl and clean towels. Cassia decided that if she hid in tallboy, she had a perfect view of the bed. She wedged herself in between hanging blankets and managed to doze off comfortably before she heard the door open.

"You're so beautiful, Laurie. I can't believe that you chose me."

"I trust you, Martin. We've been friends for so long that I know I can trust you."

"Then let me please you, friend."

Cassia pressed on the door latch, hoping for silence and nearly gasped aloud when she saw the sight of her mother in the arms of a naked man. Her head was thrown back and his mouth was working magic on her throat, evidenced by the way her mother shivered. He released her and climbed onto the bed, watching as she undressed for his pleasure. He leaned back against the pillows and grabbed his half-hard cock, stroking it into attention while gazing at Laurie Marie's curvaceous body.

The breath caught in Cassia's throat as her mother crawled onto the bed and took Turner's thick cock into her mouth. His entire body tensed for a moment and he groaned as she released him, then repeated the action. Cassia could see Turner's thick rod disappearing into her mother's mouth and she fought her own whimper. It was such a beautiful sight, her mother's red lips spreading open to accept the man's meat. Her mother stopped and murmured something to him. Turner nodded and pulled himself on his haunches, waiting as her mother got on her hands and knees, presenting him with her creamy white ass.

Turner bent and pressed kisses, then licked Laurie Marie's butt cheek. He did the same with the other, then moved lower, pressing his mouth and nose into her pussy. Cassia wanted to echo her mother's moan of pleasure. From the angle she was at, she could see Turner's long tongue lapping Laurie Marie's cunt, using his fingers to spread the thick lips open and press his mouth up into her body. It didn't take her long before she was gasping and whimpering as an orgasm overtook her and he took the opportunity to rise up and sink his cock into her rippling hole.

Sweat broke out on Cassia's brow and her hand snaked down, pulling the edge of her nightgown up so that her fingers could find her soaked pussy. Just inches away, Turner's thick cock pushed into her mother's dark pink pussy, briefly disappearing from view then reappearing with a combination of clear and milky white fluid coating his olive skin. He pumped her mother as Cassia pumped her pussy, all three rocketing toward sweet release. Laurie Marie reached hers first, trembling and groaning with the sensations. Cassia followed, her knuckles-bitten-by-teeth moan unheard over the steady sounds of Turner's body slapping against that of her mother's.

Finally, he was cumming and he jerked his cock out, letting his sperm fly across her mother's back. His performance was electrifying. Cassia would never forget the dimples in his ass cheeks, the look of almost anguish on his face and the spurts of cum that jetted from his cream-covered rod. 

The way her heart was pounding in her chest convinced Cassia that her idea was right. She needed to experience a man and Withers was the right man for the job.



Casanova Redux Ch. 09



There is a very small shop in the village that no one knows about except people like Jenny and myself: people who are comfortable with sex and want to find others who are like us.. Everything about the shop screams sex. There are creams and oils, clothing and handmade tools designed to heighten the sexual experience. But there is nothing in that shop that can hold a candle to seeing Martin Turner's cock spurt for making you want to find the nearest person to fuck. I felt a heat that I'd never felt before when I saw that and I came so hard in that closet that I lost consciousness.

When they went to sleep, I climbed out, pausing to look at them cuddled together and I knew that my original idea, to seek out Withers, was worth the prize I was seeking. I visited the shop early the next day and secured a number of sheepskin coverings because if it was going to happen, I didn't want to wait or for Withers to have an excuse to change his mind. As I spent the rest of the day preparing my assault, I made a startling discovery. I was in love with Withers. Maybe it would turn out to be just an extension of my crush, I didn't know but I was as sure of my feelings as I am even today. I am in love with our blacksmith ... 

* * * * *

Cassia sat at the window at the end of the hall and spent the early morning watching Withers work on Turner's carriage. By noon, everything has been repaired and Martin Turner left after lunch, a smile on my mother's face and his vehicle in almost brand-new condition. When he had turned the corner, my mother gave my father a long hug and kiss and a bone-weary Withers returned to the smithy.

Plan in hand, Cassia decided that it was time to confide in someone and she chose her second best friend: Cook. Cook's real name was Edithe but no one called her that. Her mastery in the kitchen overshadowed everything else and the orange-glazed duckling she made during her interview dinner had clinched her place in culinary history. Yesterday's dinner had gone perfectly and she was using the leftover chicken to make a dumpling dish that was Arthur's favorite. 

"Back again?" Cook handed her a small cup of chicken dumpling soup, garnishing it with a peeled scallion. "I don't know how you stay as skinny as you do with as much food as you beg from me."

"I need to ask your advice, Cook."

Cook gave her a sly smile, turning back to stir her pots. "You've never asked me for advice before. Why don't you ask your mother?"

"Because I know you'd understand."

"And your mother wouldn't?"

"Cook, I need the same kind of understanding that you gave the visitor last night."

Cook stood and looked at Cassia for a moment. "The same understanding?"

"Yes, ma'am. The same." Cassia didn't risk saying anything more. She had a deep friendship with the woman but she was teetering on either side of a thin line. On one side was concern and on the other was loyalty; Cassia was basically asking her to choose between her and her parents.

"Who is he?"

"Withers."

"Withers? That old man?"

Cassia noticed that Cook smiled when she said that. "You may think he's 'old', but I don't."

"I know you don't." The woman chuckled, taking the empty bowl from Cassia's hands. "You've been mooning after him since you were little."

"He's a wonderful man."

"Who has never married."

"Is there a problem with that?"

"Maybe."

Cassia gasped. "Do you think he likes men?"

"No, can't say that I do." Cook handed Cassia a handful of cheese biscuits, then pulled a roasted suckling pig out of the oven. "Pete is most definitely a man."

"Pete?"

"That's his name."

"Oh." Cassia smiled. "I've always called him Withers."

"That's his last name. I don't know anyone who doesn't call him that." Cook turned around and took a seat across from Cassia, watching her eat with the proud smile of a chef. "So what kind of understanding do you need?"

"I want to make love to him, Cook, and I want to make him feel like he's more important than the breath in my lungs."

Cook's eyes twinkled, her voice soft. "So it's like that, is it?"

"Yes, ma'am. I want him to be my first and I don't want him to ever regret it."

Cook stood up and stirred another pot, removing it from the heat. "Does your mother know about this?"

"No, and I don't want her to. I'm eighteen, Cook. I'm a grown woman. This is my choice." Cook shook her head and before she could speak again, Cassia added, "I have protection for him. I am all ready."

Cook shook her head again, wiping her hands on her apron and smiling at Cassia. "So what exactly do you need from me?"



Casanova Redux Ch. 10



Love can make you do some crazy things. I never knew what love could make me do until I started talking to Cook. What started as a simple dinner evolved into something so romantic that not even the Prince could outdo us. I would have never thought that an old woman would have any knowledge of love and sex until she winked and reminded me that she was the mother of six children. I was so very happy that I went to Cook. She listened with the heart of a woman and responded with the soul of a lover.

I think she felt a bit strange helping me, though, thinking that I should have approached my mother with this request. Though I love my mother, she does not look on me as an adult and she might have relieved Withers of his duties as a result. I just couldn't have that. I had to have this experience, this one night, if this was all there was, to know where my heart was leading me to. And so, with a little help from dear Cook, I set my plans into motion ...

* * * * *

Withers closed the protective lid over the smoldering coals and tossed the rag into the wash pile. All those years ago when he'd first accepted this position, he thought that there wouldn't be enough work to keep him busy for a week, much less the year that he was under contract for. He was wrong. There was always something that needed repair. Right now, two buckets and a water spout was waiting for his attention. He should have finished them earlier but he hadn't been able to concentrate. 

Every time he stared into the flame, he saw the fire in her brilliant eyes and his body betrayed him. "She's too young!" His cock didn't listen to his feeble protest; it thickened straight and proud, tenting his pants so much that had to jump in the pond to relieve himself. He thought about her again as he closed the door, half-wondering why she hadn't come back to visit him as she usually did in the evenings.

He crossed the bridge and headed down the hill toward his house and was surprised to see Jacobi waiting with a horse and cart. "Hello, Jacobi. What are you doing out this late?"

"I'm waiting for you, sir."

"Me?"

"Yes, sir. If you'll get into the cart?"

Withers wanted to question him but he got into the cart with a word and suffered the bumpy ride into the far north pasture. A sea of candles lined the dirt-and-rock path, leading them to a torch-lit tent that arose from the middle of beds of wildflowers. The cart did not travel directly to the tent but took another route, heading to a clearing yards away, where a hammered copper bath tub waited, coils of steam arising and curling over the rounded edges. Jacobi brought the cart to a halt.

"Your bath, sir."

Withers stepped out of the cart, stripped with the air of the waiting maid and sank into the steaming water. The delicious heat seeped into his tired, aching muscles and he welcomed the respite from the pain. He lounged in the water until it began to cool and smiled gratefully when the maid added more heated water. This time, he scrubbed the soot and grime from his skin, emerging glorious and golden from the warmth. The attending maid handed him a towel and he dried off, shy to be naked under the open sky. 

"Your robe, sir."

Jacobi appeared with a soft cotton robe and Withers covered himself, getting back into the cart and letting the young man take him over to the tent. Cook stood guard outside, her apron starched and clean and her smile welcoming. "Hello, Peter."

"Hello, Edithe. What did I do to deserve this?"

"You'll have to ask my mistress." Cook turned and entered the tent, standing aside so that he could also enter. At the head of the table sat a beautiful woman, her golden-brown hair piled in perfect curls on top of her head. Her reddened lips curved around the thin lip of a crystal glass, letting the wine touch her tongue before swallowing it down. "Mistress? He's here."

Withers gasped when he recognized the woman who cast dark eyes on him. "Hello, Withers."

"Cassia!"

"Are you hungry?"

Withers sat, his eyes still locked onto her. "Cassia, I don't understand."

"There's nothing to understand. The answer is either yes or no. Are you hungry?"

"Yes."

"Good. Cook, will you serve us?"

The meal was quite possibly the best that Cook had ever prepared. Quail in blueberry sauce, creamed onions, sliced potatoes in rosemary-basil sauce and strawberry trifle for dessert filled the diners until Withers pushed his plate away with a groan of happiness.

"Full?"

"Yes."

"Good." A subtle nod to Cook and a few minutes later, she and Jacobi were leaving the field and Cassia and Withers were alone. "Beautiful night tonight." She stood, allowing him to see for the first time that her gown was thin enough see through and her body was gorgeous. "Care for some more wine?"

"No." Withers stood slowly, unable to tear his gaze away from her. "Cassia, why did you do this?"

"You know why. I did this for you, so that you'd agree to be my first."

"All this is for me?"

Cassia just smiled, handing him a filled glass. "Let me show you the best part." She led him down another side path, also lit with candles and another tent appeared, nestled between a couple of trees. Inside was a bed fashioned of a goose down mattress, clean, crisp sheets and several plump pillows and Withers turned to look at her. "Please, Withers. Don't deny me this." 



Casanova Redux Ch. 11



My dream was coming true. I was breathless with anticipation, wondering if he was going to accept. I thought about my mother and Arthur. How had their courtship gone? How did my mother know that Arthur was the one for her? I knew their marriage wasn't one of convenience and that there was true love there. I saw that when Arthur contracted with Martin Turner to service my mother in his stead. If that isn't true love, then what is?

And now, I was poised to make my own decision. I knew what I felt in my heart but I was worried about what was in his heart. I didn't want Withers to fuck me out of pity or in reference to being around as I grew up. I wanted him to fuck me because he wanted to be inside me, because he wanted to pump me and look into my eyes when I came. I wanted him to gift me with the same thing I'd received from Jenny: the trust that only came with intimacy. I itched to know ...

* * * * *

She was standing too close for him to think and he knew he'd never think about lavender the same again. He set his wine glass on the side table and pulled her to him, capturing her mouth so quickly that Cassia could barely breathe. A sweet ache spread through her stomach and she tossed her own glass aside, looping her arms around his neck and sighing at the roughness of his hands on her body. She had wanted to concentrate on feeling the differences between being kissed by a man or a woman but the passion she felt wiped every thought from her mind.

She felt herself being lowered to the soft mattress and groaned at the feeling of his body pressing her into it. He was so thick and muscled and her senses rejoiced in his masculinity. Cassia would never have believed that a man could be so gentle but Withers was. His broad hands caressed her skin while his tongue caressed the inside of her mouth, raising her temperature to boiling. 

He pulled her on top of him, still feverishly kissing her soft, sweet mouth and let those same hands run the length of her form, reaching for the hem of the gown. As the fabric fell away, his palms smoothed her skin, pausing at the soft curve of her ass, then progressing upward to the small of her back. She hummed, writhing against him and opening her legs a bit farther. He took the hint and returned his hands to her ass, letting his fingertips trace the soft crack and skirting over her asshole in favor of her moist hole.

Cassia gasped into his mouth when his fingertip grazed her hole, making her cream even more. She rolled to the side, taking him with her and guiding his hand into the space between them. Again, Withers took over, stroking her silky pubic hair, then sliding one thick finger into her slit and opening her up. She was so aroused that his first touch to her clit brought her to a roaring orgasm, sending tremors through her body. When she opened her eyes, Withers was staring at her, a look of amazement on his face.

"Are you all right? I didn't hurt you, did I?"

"Oh, no! Not at all." She took a deep breath, trembling again as his fingers continued to move and stroke. "I just came."

The smile he gave her made her heart skip a beat and he leaned forward, kissing her again and pushing his finger deeper into her until he was knuckle deep in her creamy hole. Cassia came again, gripping his shoulders and sucking his tongue into her mouth. "Oh, Withers."

He pulled back and stared into her warm eyes. "My name is Peter."

"Peter." The word rolled off her tongue softly and she touched his weathered cheek, tracing a scar that laid there. "It's my turn."

Withers didn't know what she meant until he felt her hands sliding down his hips. "No."

"Yes."

"No." He caught her hands this time, a stern look on his face. "Please, Cassia. Don't."

"Why?" Cassia searched his eyes, wondering at the hint of sadness in his eyes. "What's wrong?"

"I am." He released her, sitting up and then standing. "This was a mistake."

"How can you say that? You know it's not wrong!"

"Cassia, you are a beautiful eighteen-year old woman with a gift that any man would be proud to be given ... "

"Any man except you?"

Withers hung his head, turning away from her. "Yes. Except me."

Tears burned her eyes as she leaped to her feet. "I've been such a fool! To think that you might actually love me."

Her words caught his attention and Withers turned back to her. "Love?"

"Yeah, love. Obviously, you've never heard of the word ... " Her sobs cut her words off. "I was so stupid!" She couldn't stay in the tent with him any longer. It just simply hurt too much.

"Cassia! Cassia!" His shouts went unanswered as he knew they would and soon, she was nothing but a dark, bobbing form in the distance. Withers turned back, gazing into the tent and wondering if he'd made a horrible mistake. 



Casanova Redux Ch. 12



Desolation. Depression. Embarrassment. I could have come up with more words to explain how I felt but nothing else seemed to come close to the real feelings. He didn't want me. He gave me his name, a gift that he hadn't given very many people. But he had given it to me. But he didn't want me. HE DIDN'T WANT ME. How could I ever live with that? How could I look Jacobi and Cook in the face again? For that matter, how could I ever face Peter again?

I made the decision to leave. I was old enough to be on my own and if I dressed like a man, I could keep others away from me and earn enough to keep myself alive. Maybe in time, I could contact my parents and let them know that I was okay but for now, I just wanted to slide off of the face of the earth. I could do it alone ... right?

* * * * *

Cassia awoke in the soft grass, her eyelids heavy from crying all night. Dawn wasn't far away and she knew that she had to get home before Cook found her missing. Besides, she also couldn't just go home wearing the diaphanous lace gown, either, so she thought that it would be best to return to the site, get dressed and head back to the house. Then she would make her plans to leave. Maybe Jenny would come with her ...

"Oy! What 'ave we got 'ere?"

The tip of a sword cut her off in mid-scream and she threw her arms over her exposed breasts, looking up into the leering faces of two roughly-dressed men. "Leave me alone!"

"'Spose she was the git what left that man in that meadow yonder." One man rasped, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. "No need to worry yourself, missy. We won't be leaving you alone."

"Don't touch me." She hissed, smacking his hand away and screamed when the standing man grabbed her by the hair and yanked her head back.

"You'll do whatever we want you to do, got it?"

"No!" The sound of ripping fabric filled the air threatened to drown out her scream of anguish. The Standing Man yanked her to the ground while the Kneeling Man shoved her legs open, his grubby hands pawing her thighs.

"Hold still. This'll only take a minute." Kneeling Man cackled, pressing his dirty finger into her dry slit. Cassia shouted, desperately trying to close her legs against the invader and failing. His finger slid into her cunt and met an obstruction, something that made Kneeling Man stop. "She's a virgin."

"Damn!" Standing Man cursed, releasing her hair and watching as she fell to the ground. "Better take her to Shakey."

Cassia screamed and begged but no amount of pleading would get them to release her. She was bound, gagged and tossed into the back of a cart, shouting against her bonds as she saw that Withers was also in the cart, a huge, bloody knot on his temple. She sagged against the dirty boards, tears flowing freely as she realized that her only hope of rescue was lying next to her. God, please help me!

* * * * *

Their encampment was only a few miles from her home, tucked into a hollow that was serviced by a stream that none of the men used for cleaning purposes. Two were playing cards, another was taking a nap and a fourth was poking the fire, raising sparks in an attempt to get the flames to catch onto new wood he was feeding it. No one seemed to be excited when they rolled into camp but they all perked up when Cassia was hauled out, along with the still-unconscious Withers.

Standing and Kneeling Man carried their treasure into Shakey's tent, waiting for their leader to pull himself from his bunk, scratch a few hidden parts and grab a half-full bottle of cheap whiskey. "We brought ya some gifts." Kneeling Man grinned.

Shakey finished the liquor and struggled to his feet, grinning at Cassia's huddled form. "This one looks pretty."

"She's a virgin, too."

"Really?" Shakey knelt at her side and Cassia fought the urge to gage when she smelled the rotting teeth on his breath. "A ripe plum."

"She'll fetch some good money, eh?" Standing Man asked, drooling at the thought of the money they'd be receiving.

"Yeah. Very good money."

"Does that mean that we can't fuck 'er?"

Shakey glared at the Kneeling Man. "What do you think?"

"But that's not fair, Shakey! We've all been waitin' weeks for a good fuck!"

"Yeah!"

The leader of the men strode over to them, making them cower under the force of his gaze. "I said we can't fuck her, but there's other things we can do." The two men nodded at each other. "Now, send someone to get the Prince and let's have some fun!"



Casanova Redux Ch. 13



I now know that a woman's virginity has a price. Before, I had only considered the price to be personal: loss of reputation and with it, the ability to secure a worthwhile marriage. I never thought that someone might profit from it. At first, I wished that Withers and I had made love but that would have reduced me to nothing more than a piece of meat in the eyes of these men. As it was, they intended to use me and I didn't know what they were going to do.

But Withers was what worried me the most. He had not moved at all since we'd reached the camp and the dried blood and the lump on his forehead made me concerned. I didn't think he was dead but if we were to escape, I couldn't do it alone. I would need his help and it didn't look like I was going to get it. So I would have to rely on my wits to get us out of this and hope for the best ...

* * * * *

Cassia screamed as Kneeling Man left the tent and Shakey and Standing Man lifted her, placing her on a patch of grass right outside in full view of the other men. The man who was napping rode his horse over, snarling at Shakey with two black lumps of diseased teeth. 

"That's not fair, Shakey."

"Everyone else did their work today. Patch and Carly brought us this fine piece; Ramer tended the fire and chopped wood and Harlen and Joff caught breakfast and dinner. What did you do, Cleatus?"

Cleatus stared at the other men who were already unzipping their pants. "I protected the camp."

"From what? Now, get the Prince and get your ass back here. You got a shitload of chores to do."

"What about the girl?"

"We'll enjoy her for you!" Patch shouted and the rest of the men chimed in their agreement. Cleatus swung the horse around, cursing as he viciously whipped it until it was galloping. "Time to enjoy you, little girl!"

Cassia was too tired to fight any more. She was already naked so there was nothing she could do to fend off the dirty hands that pinched her nipples and squeezed her mound. Shakey propped her up against the tree and wrenched the gag off. Before she could scream, her mouth was crammed full with a piss-scented cock that was quickly getting hard. She thought to bite down but he produced a knife, giving her a knowing snarl.

"I can still sell you without teeth."

She closed her eyes and tried not to gag. The smell of his unwashed body assaulted her and the knowledge that she was sucking dried piss was making her stomach rebel. Shakey shoved his cock farther into her mouth, seeking her throat and shivered when he found it, spouting curse words and pumping his hips. Cassia gagged, then gagged again, this time bringing up warm water and bile and Shakey groaned, shooting his load down her throat and making her gag again.

"Fuck, that was good. Patch, you're next."

Shakey stepped back and grabbed his whiskey bottle as his second-in-command stepped forward, ruthlessly shoving his prick into her vomit-and-sperm slimed mouth. Cassia whimpered but was largely ignored. She was nothing but a receptacle to these men. Patch fired off his load in a hurry, pulling out and spattering her face with his watery sperm and Carly stepped up, smacking her wet cheeks with his tiny cock.

"Stop! Stop it!" Cassia wanted to crawl into the dirt, hearing Withers' angry shout. Carly pulled his cock out of her mouth as he turned toward the tent, watching as Joff and Ramer caught the injured man, tossing him to the ground. Withers groaned as he crashed to the ground, then pushed himself onto his knees, glaring at the scene just a few yards away. "Cassia!"

She shook her head, trying to get him to understand that it was best to keep quiet and his silent sobs bore witness to his acceptance. Carly pushed his prick back into her mouth and held her head as he shot a load down into her belly. Ramer was next and he held her nostrils closed as he pumped her mouth, laughing when she coughed for air. He hugged the tree, ramming his rod deeply and grunting when his seed spewed forth.

Joff barely got his cock into her mouth before he was cumming and Harlen enjoyed a full belly of vomit, washing over his rod and coaxing his own load out. Cassia slumped forward, spittle, vomit and semen dripping from her nostrils and mouth and she raised anguished eyes to Withers, who looked away and began to cry anew. 

Just then, Cleatus and a man riding a beautiful black stallion rode into the clearing. Cleatus jumped down before the horse had stopped and rushed over, unbuckling his belt. "I'm not too late, am I?"

Shakey punched him and the man flew backward, clutching his groin and groaning in pain. "Get to your chores, asshole!" He dropped the bottle of whiskey and strode over to the man on horseback. "Welcome, Prince Brenton."

"Hello, Shakey. I hear that you have a virgin piece for me."

"Yes, your majesty. If you'll join me in my tent, I'll have her washed and brought to you."

The Prince slid down from his mount and removed his gloves, glancing at Cassia's cum-covered body. "That will be fine."

Cassia raised her head, her stomach roiling again and watched the finely-dressed man enter the tent. This was the Prince they spoke of: Prince Brenton, their sovereign. "Please, your majesty." She fought the bile down and valiantly ignored the salty burning taste at the back of her throat. "May I speak with you?" 



Casanova Redux Ch. 14



I was not sure that I wanted to be alive after having seven loads of semen pumped in to my belly, especially not after seeing the look in Withers' eyes. I knew that his heart was broken, that he could no longer look at me as a clean, white plate; now, I was dirty and soon to be chipped and ignored. And he would ignore me. I had lost something more important than my reputation but still, I held out hope. There was nothing that I could offer the Prince that he couldn't already take but there was something else I could offer.

Before this, I had thought that becoming a woman in Withers' arms was going to be the hardest thing that I'd ever faced but I was wrong. The man wearing the crown was not the benevolent regent of storybooks and fairy tales. His proclivities were well-known and his lust for fresh flesh like mine was legendary. If I had the chance to speak to him, I knew that I could win our freedom. If I had the chance to speak ...

* * * * *

Patch and Ramer jerked Cassia to her feet before the Prince had a chance to reply to her request and she vomited twice more before she reached the clear, fresh water. 

"Clean yourself." Ramer barked, leaving Patch to supervise her and returning to straighten Shakey's tent. Cassia welcomed the cleansing hand of the water on her soiled flesh and used her hands to scrub every bit of slime away, not only from her skin but from her mouth. She pushed a finger down her throat and endured gush after gush of semen-laced stomach acid, stopping only when the bitter yellow bile was the only thing that came up. She rinsed her mouth again, slowly drank down some of the fresh water and readied herself for meeting the prince.

Shakey's tent had been broomed and a clean sheet covered the leader's favorite chair, making a place for Prince Brenton to sit. A slightly chipped crystal glass filled with some brandy that Shakey kept hidden away was offered and the prince accepted it, hiding his slight grimace.

"Sorry we don't have something better for you, your kingship." Shakey sat down across from the prince, grinning like an idiot. "I hope the brandy's good enough."

"It'll do." Brenton looked at his nails, his expression bored. "Where's the girl?"

The tent flap opened and a shivering Cassia was shoved in, her wet hair hanging limply in front of her face. "Here she is, sire."

Brenton stood, handing the glass to one of Shakey's minions and walked around the girl, eyeing her wares. His hand reached out and grasped her ass, squeezing the firm muscle and pinched a nipple of one of her heavy breasts. "Nice." Brenton tipped her head up, pushing the wet hair out of her face and nearly gasped at her beauty. His expression was noticed by Shakey and the man smiled. "What are you asking?"

"What are you offering, Prince? She's a prime piece."

"Prince Brenton, may I speak to you?"

"Shut up, you piece of shit!" Joff's slap sent her reeling and she crashed to the earth. Shakey stepped forward, unsheathed a short dagger and plunged it into Joff's belly. The man sank to the ground, staring in disbelief at his leader before crumpling into a ball. 

Shakey cleaned his knife on Joff's shirt and replaced the blade, turning back to the prince. "I apologize for him, sire."

"No need." Brenton returned his attention to the girl, scrutinizing her with narrowed eyes. "You wish to speak with me?"

"Yes, sire."

"You know what the punishment is for speaking to a member of the Royal Family without permission?"

Death. "Yes, sire."

Brenton approached her, daring her to look away and surprised that she did not. She was not afraid to die. "Leave us." Ramer and Patch glanced at each other, quickly leaving when Shakey gave them the nod. "You as well."

Shakey's face paled and he threw an angry glare at Cassia. "Are you sure that that's wise, your kingship? She might be dangerous."

"I doubt that." Brenton turned to Shakey. "Are you questioning my judgment?"

"Uh, no, sire." Shakey hastily left, growling under his breath.

Prince Brenton gestured for Cassia to sit and she did so, nervously looking away. "You're Arthur's girl, aren't you?"

"You know my father?"

"My family is in his debt. Arthur saved my life some years ago." Cassia nodded, her heart lifting in her chest. "So as a favor to Arthur, you are free to go."

"Thank you, sire. Withers and I can make it home from here, I think."

"I did not say Withers was free to go." His words drove a knife through her heart and at once, his true purpose came to light. Somehow, she knew that he would not have granted her her freedom without having another card in his sleeve. He came nearer, searching for a hint of fear in her eyes. "Do you have something you wish to offer me for his release?"

Cassia thought hard, trying to match wits with those of the hard man in front of her. "If you are asking for my virginity, it is not mine to give."

"Not yours?"

"No. It belongs to someone else."

"I see." 

Prince Brenton spun away and was sliding his gloves on when her slight voice stopped him at the tent door. "Wait." He slowly turned, astounded at the sight that was awaiting his eyes. Cassia had removed what was left of her nightgown and her lovely body was naked, her creamy ass pointing toward him. "I can offer you virginity of a different sort." 



Casanova Redux Ch. 15



One chance. If he wasn't pleased, both of our lives would be forfeit to his wishes. I hoped that what I offered Prince Brenton would be enough to change his mind. My father was a man of virtue and honor and I hoped that Brenton would remember what owing a debt meant. A man of honor who owed a debt would go to any lengths to make sure that his repayment was as honorable. It was already obvious that Brenton was not an honorable man and I knew that he was unlikely to change in the few minutes we'd talked.

What I was hoping for was for a spark; a spark in the man that Prince Brenton used to be before he took the depraved fork in the road. I hoped that he would remember the honor that his father had instilled in him, not the overwhelming desire to inflict his will upon cowering females nor his fascination with seeing the blood of a virgin on his tool as he pumped her newly-ripped hole. I had nothing left to lose. Any hope of being with Withers was gone. I could only hope that Brenton would accept my sacrifice … 

*****

Cassia held her breath, waiting to see what Prince Brenton would do. His hot breath in her ear startled her and she thought for a moment that she might piss on herself.

"You wish to give me your ass?"

"Yes, sire, in exchange for Withers' freedom as well as my own."

"And you do this of your own free will?"

"I do, sire."

"Then because of the great debt I owe your father and … " His hands caressed her ass, squeezing the creamy globes. "Because of what you're offering me, I will grant your request."

Prince Brenton bent beneath her body and inhaled the sweet fragrance of her untried pussy. For some odd reason, he wanted this to be a pleasurable experience for her; he had never encountered a woman as intriguing as she was. He slid a finger up her slit and felt her tense up. "I will not harm your virginity. You have my word." It took a long moment before she relaxed and spread her legs farther open for him, an action that brought a smile to his face.

Cassia groaned when his finger traced her thick outer lips, parting them and sliding inside. Her body reacted instantly and thick juice began to leak from her hole. He stood behind her, untying his pants and pulling his cock free. She reached underneath and gently pulled him forward, laying his meat in her slit and covering the skin with her pussy juice. He hissed his appreciation and she closed her legs, providing him with a makeshift cunt and whimpered each time the fat head grazed her clit.

"Are you ready for me?"

Cassia nodded and released his cum-coated prick, bracing herself against the rock wall. She felt the head of his prick probing between her cheeks, searching for her opening and she bent lower to aid in his quest. He pushed forward, using one hand to guide himself in and the other to steady himself.

"I will try to be gentle." He whispered, licking the side of her neck and making her cum even more. "But once I get started … "

"I understand."

She gritted her teeth as he began to push in, fighting the urge to scream as his thick pole forced her sphincter muscle open. Pain spiked through her abdomen and she finally released a grunt of pain. She was grateful that he was moving slowly and even more grateful when his thick head finally popped through the opening. He pressed against her, forcing the rest of his rod into her body, pausing to enjoy the tightness when he reached bottom.

"And now it begins."

His whisper sent chills through her body, matching the ones that his cock was already sending. She couldn't help the groan that left her mouth as he pulled almost completely out, then pushed in again. He repeated the action and a trembling started deep inside her belly, making Brenton moan in pleasure. Cassia leaned back into him, seeking his mouth and moaning when his tongue pushed into hers. "Oh, yes. Oh, this feels so good."

Brenton increased his pumps, letting one of his hands drift down and find her drenched pussy. Her trembling vibrated into him and soon, his moans matched her own. Cassia came first, covering his hands with her own and pressing his fingers even deeper into her pussy and quivering as her pussy muscles rippled and squeezed. A hot squirt of jizz filled her bowels as Brenton gave in to his release, roaring in her ear. Her ass muscles wrapped more tightly around him and milked three more spurts from his cock.

The prince held her close, his cock slipping out of her asshole. "Are you all right?"

"Yes, sire."

"Then you may go."

"Thank you, sire." She moved to the tent flap, walking slowly and adjusting to the pain of her throbbing asshole.

"Um, wait." Prince Brenton strode over to her. "I never asked your name."

"Cassia, sire. Cassia Nova."

He took a special gold coin out of his pocket and placed it in the palm of her hand. "This will ensure that no one will ever bring harm to you again."

She looked the item over, then smiled at him. "Thank you, sire."

"And if whomever you've saved your virginity for does not want you, you come and find me. I can offer you safety and security."

"Can you offer me love?"

Brenton's eyes left hers, falling to the floor. "No, I fear that I have none to offer."

"Then I'll have to say thank you and take my chances, sire."

Prince Brenton nodded. "If you ever need anything, do not hesitate to call on me."

Cassia gave him a sad smile and lifted the flap, heading out toward freedom and Withers broken heart. 



Casanova Redux Ch. 16



We were safe. When I showed Shakey the coin from Prince Brenton, he shouted so loudly that birds left the surrounding trees. I didn't offer any explanation; I simply walked over to where Withers knelt, steeling myself against the tears in his eyes and sliced through his rope bonds with a knife I found nearby. Shakey tried to protest losing his prisoners but a sharp bark from the Prince and we were on our way, putting one foot in front of the other until we'd reached the main road. Only then did we feel safe and only then did we run.

My parents were beside themselves with fear and anger when we arrived at the estate. Cook wailed as she hugged me and Jacobi led Withers away, no doubt to have his wounds cared for. I did not have a chance to speak to him after we left Shakey's encampment and it looked as if I would not ever have a chance to. Arthur was so angry at Withers that he had him sent away the next day, upset that he would even consider taking his daughter's virginity without marriage. He took the coin that Brenton gave me and sent me to my room.

When would I ever be an adult?

* * * * *

Cassia watched the sun come up for the sixth day in a row, her heart in tatters. She hadn't eaten or slept much and her mother was so upset that she'd taken to her bed, refusing to come out. Her father, Arthur, stomped around the house, his emotions on the surface and his temper quick to rise. She had grown tired of hearing his harangues and temper tantrums and even more tired of staring at these same four walls and this same window. It also brought tears to her eyes every day, when she looked down at the barn and did not see Withers coming out to wash at the central pump.

What started out as a simple journey of sexual exploration had turned into an experience that Cassia would not want to look back on with any particular fondness. She had lost her focus; the task of finding out if a man was right for her blossomed into love with a man who would not have her now. She thought that she'd go crazy if she stayed in the room any longer. She tried the door and found it locked. Cassia glanced at the chair in the corner and picked it up.

"What the hell is going on?" Arthur shouted, taking the stairs at a run when he heard the loud bangs coming from the second floor. Laurie Marie opened the door to her room and looked out, her handsome features wan from lack of sunlight and drawn from lack of sleep. "Cassia! Stop it!"

"Let me out!"

"No!" The banging began again and Arthur growled, fishing a key from his pocket and pushing the door open. "What is wrong with you?"

"What do you mean, what's wrong with me? I've been locked in my room for six days! What do you think is wrong with me?"

"It was done for your own good."

"My own good? Was sending Peter away for my own good as well?"

Arthur stared at his daughter in confusion. "Peter?"

"Withers. Peter Withers, our blacksmith."

"Oh." Her father looked away, striding over to the window. "That was necessary."

"Necessary? Necessary to whom?" Cassia moved next to her father, taking a deep breath to hold her anger in check. "Father, I'm eighteen years old. I have a right to make decision concerning my life."

"And giving the most precious gift you have to a blacksmith is making a decision?" Arthur looked over at her. "What about marriage?"

"I told Mother long ago that I would never marry without love. I am not going to give my virginity to someone who doesn't give a damn about me."

"Cassia!"

"What, Father? Did you look at Mother and pass the same judgment on her? When she was dirty and hungry and pregnant with another man's child, did you think about love? Or were you more concerned with taking care of her?"

Arthur stared at Cassia, his mind thick with memories of Laurie Marie. He wanted to speak but the emotions stuck in his throat. "No, he wasn't worried about my pedigree." Laurie Marie entered the room, touching her daughter's cheek before moving to her husband's side. "He was worried about my baby, worried that we might not survive." Laurie Marie stroked Arthur's cheek. "Withers is a good man. I don't think he would harm our daughter ... "

"But her virginity, Laurie. We just allow her to give it away?"

Laurie Marie smiled into her husband's face. "It belongs to her, Arthur. Do you want her to be completely miserable or ecstatically happy?"

When Arthur opened his arms, Cassia ran into them, crying as he hugged her tightly. "I'll get him back tomorrow." She nodded, still sobbing. "But promise me that you'll come to us if you want to do anything like this again."

"I promise."



Casanova Redux Ch. 17



Having my father's blessing certainly made me feel better but nothing could touch my happiness at knowing that Withers, that Peter, would be returning to the estate. I needed to talk to him, to at least try to explain what I did to him. I needed to know if he could forgive me, if he could see past everything and find me again. I had to know if I still mattered to him. 

My father was true to his word. I stood at the window and watched Withers stride into the yard, throw the doors of the forge area open and disappear inside with his bags in hand. He was home. My Withers was home again and now it was up to me to give him a welcome home that he could never forget ... 

* * * * *

The sounds of Withers hard at work filled the yard with energy. Cassia could feel it as she strode across the grassy expanse, her heart skipping a beat with each stab of adrenalin that shot through it. Worry and fear warred within her but she kept them at bay, saying a silent prayer as she stepped into the workshop. The heat hit her in a sweltering, invisible cloud and she pushed her shawl off of her shoulders, circling around the pit until she was directly across from him.

Withers glanced up at her and felt his shoulders slump. She was still so beautiful, so perfect like a piece of china figurine. He was having a hard time looking at her and remembering how she was before ... before ... 

"Hello." She felt so awkward. Hello was just a word but she might as well have been naked while saying it. "I'm glad you're back."

"I am, too."

Cassia noticed that he wouldn't meet her eyes and her stomach flipped uncomfortably. "How's your head?"

"Sore but nothing is scrambled."

"That's good to know." She came closer, moving away from the fire and touching a trough that he had yet to repair. "Peter, I wanted to talk to you ... "

"About what?"

"About the kidnapping."

"I don't want to talk about that."

"Why not? I think it's important that we talk about it."

"What for?" Withers angrily tossed the tongs onto the floor, stalking away from her and turning his back on her. "Why dredge up something that should remain covered?"

"Because we haven't had a chance to talk about it."

"I don't want to talk about it, Cassia! I don't want to remember what those men did to you! I don't even want to think about what you had to do to get me out of there!"

"But, Peter, it wasn't that bad ... "

"For whom?" Withers took a deep breath, trying to push the tears away. "I had to watch seven men ... " Flashes of the men ejaculating on her seared his brain and he fought a sob down. "Defile you ... "

"I know, Peter, but they didn't hurt me."

"How can you say that? How can you say that they didn't hurt you? I saw what they did."

Cassia stood behind him, wanting to reach out and touch those strong shoulders but afraid of his reaction. "But they didn't hurt me! My mother taught me a trick a long time ago, how not to let things touch your insides, your heart. I went to my special place inside and put it away."

"Put it away? How can you put swallowing the cum of seven men away?" Tears ran down his cheeks and he didn't wipe them away. "And how can I live the fact that I let it happen?"

"Withers, you had no choice!"

"I did have a choice!" He whirled, glaring at her with the eyes of a desperate lover. "I could have made love to you!" His outburst startled both of them and Withers turned away, pacing the dirt floor like a restless tiger. "You and I could have been lying in that wonderful tent you made, saying our love words to the stars, but what did I do? I ignored you, like usual. I pretended that you were the Cassia Nova that had grown up at my knee, not the beautiful woman that you've become." He paused, unable to stem the flow of tears that leaked from his eyes. "I don't deserve you, Cassia. I don't deserve your friendship nor do I deserve the gift that you want to give me."

"Peter, it's not just my virginity I'm giving."

"I know." His words were quiet and drenched with sadness. "I don't deserve that, either."

Withers left the workshop, sobbing so hard that his cries were heard long after he'd gone. Cassia slid to the floor, her eyes blurred with tears. 

Now she knew. There was no hope.



Casanova Redux Ch. 18



It was over. Jenny came by and we made love but somehow, it wasn't the same and we both knew. I'd always enjoy making love with her but as friends, not as long-term lovers. Over the next few weeks, I met Jenny whenever I could and I loved her hard. Passion had given way to desperation and Jenny was the first to notice. One day, she told me that we needed to stop until I'd sorted out my feelings. I knew that I loved her but the hole left by Withers was so deep that I could barely function.

I saw him every day but I ceased my usual evening visit to the forge. I didn't want to go anywhere near him. He looked at me with sad eyes and the realization that our lives would never be the same. I resigned myself to the fact that it was time for me to leave. My life would begin anew somewhere else, without the stigma of the imprisonment and maybe, finally, I could forget him ... 

* * * * *

The knock at the door woke Cassia from her nap and she sat up, rubbing her eyes sleepily. "Come in."

Cook and her mother, Laurie Marie, came in, bright smiles on their faces and a large envelope in Laurie Marie's hands. "This is for you."

Cassia took the envelope from her mother and looked it over, looking at Laurie Marie and Cook before breaking the fragrant rose seal wax and tugging the single sheet of pressed paper out.

Dear Cassia,

I know that we have been through a lot and I wanted to apologize to you for not being man enough to deal with what happened. Before anything else happens between us, IF anything happens between us, I want to be honest with you and tell you what's in my heart.

I'm in love with you. I've been in love with you since Laurie Marie gave birth to you almost nineteen years ago. When Arthur and Laurie Marie, Cook and I volunteered to spend time with you and we both grew very attached to you. But as you've grown, so have the feelings that I have had for you. I watched you climb trees with the interest of an uncle and before my eyes your arms grew longer, your legs grew more shapely and you grew breasts. 

Not only that, you became a young lady, your tomboyishness was replaced with elegant manners and a mischievous wink that never failed to set my heart pounding. I was happy to see that you never took a liking to any of the local boys because I was always dreaming that one day, you'd be mine. And when you asked me to be your first ... you can't even imagine what I felt. Pride, honor ... all the things a father would feel except I would be your lover instead.

Then when we got kidnapped ... Cassia, I could never be more proud of you. It made me sick to see those men abuse you but you handled it so well. If I would have been born a woman, I would have been dead but not you. You handled yourself brilliantly. Seeing you do so well made me upset because I should have been taking care of you. When you wanted to talk, I couldn't do anything but think of how I failed you.

Cassia, you mean so much to me. I know that you just wanted me to be the man you shared your virginity with but my feelings won't allow me to believe it. In my mind, you were still my little Cassia although when I went to bed, I kept a sprig of lilac by my bed to remind me of you.

I don't know what you're feeling toward me. I haven't given you a chance to speak to me because I'm afraid that you might say that you don't want me any more. I'm taking the coward's way out in hopes that you'll forgive me. I still want to be your first but I would really like for you to be my girl, that we would share our lives together and have children. I will understand if you decide not to be with me. I haven't acted like someone who knows how fine a diamond he holds in his hand; I've acted like a complete and total idiot.

Let Laurie Marie or Cook know what you want. I would like to be your friend no matter what you decide.

I love you,

Peter