3 comments/ 11039 views/ 6 favorites Your Hand In Mine Ch. 01 By: WriterMonkey Author's Note: First I need to get this out of the way, yes this story is about Lesbians, no it does not belong in the Lesbian Sex section because (unless there is a serious change in direction further down the line) the sex is mostly going to take place "off camera". The reason being I'm a guy and the mechanics of the act between two women are lost on me. I don't want to describe the most clunky, awkward sex scene ever written and then have the main character say it was amazing. I also feel the need to justify the title, I have been scratching around in my comically undersized brain for a decent title for the last four days. I failed to come up with one. In desperation I went into iTunes and went through every song in my "writing" play list, this was the first song I came across that was anything like suitable. Speaking of which, you should go to youtube and search for "Your Hand In Mine" right now because it is an incredible piece of music. Go on, I'll wait. You done? Good. Finally, (yes, I know I've been rambling on now for a while, I'm almost done.) I'm not sure how fast progress will be on this. I'm writing it because I am going through a huge case of writer's block, I figure if I try and write something new, not just a new project but something completely new to me, it might help. As such, if the block goes and progress on my other projects picks up again then this story will take a back seat. Thanks for listening to my rambling on and thanks for opening this and making the view counter go up by one. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside. WriterMonkey. Cassie woke up slowly like an old computer booting up, parts of her brain one by one started working. She noticed first that sunlight was streaming through the window, casting a pink glow on her still closed eyelids. The next thing she became aware of was a headache that would slay a walrus, she was sure she would spend most of the day hungover. Finally she realised she had a dull ache in her right big toe. She remembered accidentally kicking the door last night when she stumbled through it with.... Shit. She opened her eyes and looked to her left and yep, sure enough there was the woman she picked up in the bar last night. "So much for no more one night stands." She said quietly to herself. She slid slowly out from under the covers desperately trying not to wake up whoever it was that was asleep in her bed. The name Dawn rang a bell but she didn't know for sure. She collected underwear, a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top and headed to the bathroom. Luckily the rest of her housemates were still in bed, probably just as hungover as she was. The only difference was that they didn't have yet another huge mistake laying in their bed. Well, Karl probably did. She stood under the warm water for a long while letting the flow ease the knotted muscles in her back and the stress of her indiscretion last night. Then she remembered that she was paying for the gas and the water and quickly washed and got out of the shower. She wrapped her towel around her slight frame and inspected herself in the mirror. Her red hair stopped just above her shoulders, she ran her fingers through her fringe draping it across her forehead. On a mad impulse a week ago she'd bleached the bangs framing her face, she still couldn't decide if the white streaks looked good or not. She was short, just under five feet tall. The rest of her was proportionately small, she'd felt robbed when her breasts stopped growing at a B cup. She had emerald green eyes set above a small button nose and slender lips. The best she could say about herself was that she was cute, she would never be gorgeous or sexy. She was cute. She sighed, cursing her lousy genetics, dried and got dressed. Cassie lived in a house with five other students in Leicester, England. Her room was on the first floor of the two storey house, near the front door. It had its advantages, it meant she had a huge window, but it also meant she heard every noise on the street outside. Cassie opened the door to her room and saw Dawn (or maybe it was Danielle, she wasn't sure) scrambling around half dressed, looking for the rest of her clothes. Dawn (Or Danielle) gasped in shock as Cassie walked in, she grabbed the duvet and covered her chest with it. Cassie cast her gaze down to try and avoid more embarrassment and there, in front of her was Dawn's blouse. Cassie picked it up, handed it to her and turned around while Dawn put it on. Dawn (it might actually have been Deanna) was a seriously attractive woman, Cassie wondered briefly how she'd managed to pull such a stunner. She was tall, blonde and leggy with lovely breasts, a C cup Cassie guessed. When Dawn was dressed she slipped out without saying anything to Cassie, embarrassment painted on her face. "Smooth," Cassie heard a mocking voice say from the living room. Cassie walked through the living room to the kitchen and put the kettle on, trying her best to ignore Karl's snickering. She got a mug from her cupboard and swore when she remembered that she ran out of coffee. "It's alright, use mine," Karl said. He got up and wrote 'coffee' on the shopping list Cassie kept stuck to her cupboard door. "I don't even know her name, how bad is that?" Cassie said. "Cass, take pride in the fact that she sure as hell knows yours." Karl said with a smirk. "What?" "She was shouting it plenty loud enough last night." Karl said then broke into hysterics. "It was something along the lines of 'Cassie Cassie, don't stop, God don't stop.'" Karl stammered out around paroxysms of laughter. "Where's the girl you came home with?" Cassie asked, desperately needing to change the subject before she died from embarrassment. "Fucked if I know, I just woke up and there she wasn't." "We should be relationship counsellors." Cassie said as she made her coffee. "Cassie Maywether and Karl Hardy, relationship counsellors. It's got a nice ring to it." Karl said. She walked through to her room, mug in hand. Cassie's room may have been the biggest in the house, but it was far from spacious. The room was small and very nearly square, the walls were a dirty white colour and almost entirely covered in posters of various bands. She wanted to pull up the ratty brown carpet to expose the floor boards but she figured her landlord would be none too pleased. The room was dominated by the double bed against the back wall, opposite was a very full book case in front of which stood two waist high piles of books. To the left of the bed sat two acoustic guitars, next to them was an electric guitar and an amp. The electric guitar was a white Fender Jaguar, she'd saved up all summer at her crappy job to get it. Cassie set her coffee down on the desk next to her lecture notes and flopped down on her bed wondering why she felt so sexually frustrated. She closed her eyes and thought back to the previous night. She strained to remember what transpired, the images came to her slowly and fuzzily through the filter of a week's worth of alcohol consumption in one night. She remembered Dawn and her kissing, their tongues and bodies moving in sync, she remembered pushing Dawn down onto the bed, she remembered undressing her slowly. She remembered her beautiful, damp pussy and its sweet juice. She remembered making Dawn cum, then... Oh yeah! She actually passed out, probably from a combination of the orgasm and copious amounts of alcohol. "God, Dawn" Cassie said, "passing out after getting off is such a guy thing to do." She was about to pick up one of her acoustic guitars when her BlackBerry started chirping at her. She picked it up and opened the text. It read: Sorry I bugged out this morning. I was more than a little embarrassed! It was the drink, I'm not normally like that. I'd really like it not to be a one time thing, so do you want to go get lunch tomorrow between lectures? Darcy. X Darcy! So that was her name. Cassie didn't quite know how to reply, she was in new territory, she was a lesbian, she was one hundred percent sure of that, but she'd never actually gone on a date or been in a relationship with another woman before. It wasn't that she was 'in the closet' or anything like that, the problem was that she was in love with Louisa, her best friend, and Louisa had a boyfriend. She'd been coping with it up until her second year of university when she moved in with Louisa and Andrew (Louisa's boyfriend). Since then she'd been going through a new woman every week, and she hated it. She'd become one of the people she used to look down on. But it numbed the pain. "Her name was Darcy," Cassie said to Karl as she walked through to the living room. She had her laptop in her hand and was determined to get some work done. "Darcy? Are you sure she doesn't go to Cambridge uni, or live in the eighteen nineties?" "Har har." Cassie said, she half sat half fell onto the sofa it was old and almost impossible to get out of. "I don't remember giving her my number but apparently I did seeing as she just text me." "Saying 'thanks for the fantastic lay?'" Karl asked. He slid down the opposite wall so that he was sitting on the floor in front of Cassie. Her cheeks flushed vivid crimson, she avoided Karl's gaze by focussing on a crack in the unpainted plaster of the wall. When she felt the heat in her cheeks recede she turned back to Karl who was smiling presumably at his own 'wit'. Karl was handsome in a generic way, square jaw, mussed hair, five o'clock shadow. He was tall, over six feet Cassie guessed, he had his long legs crossed and his hands in his lap. His deep blue eyes were focussed entirely on Cassie. "What?" Cassie asked, unnerved by her roommate's staring. "Don't 'what' me, woman, you should be telling me what she said!" Karl said, doing his best to sound affronted. "She asked me out tomorrow for lunch." "And you said?" Karl said, dragging that last syllable on for a second. "Nothing yet." "Ah. Are you going to reply?" Karl asked. He knew about Cassie's feelings for Louisa since they'd got drunk together once during their first year. Well, she got drunk and Karl found her in the kitchen of their dorm obviously upset. He asked her what was wrong, too drunk to censor her words, she told him about how she was gay and in love with her straight best friend. "Of course, I just don't know what I'm going to say." "I don't see what the problem is, from what I saw she's a smoking hottie." Cassie nodded her agreement but said nothing. "I know she's not Louisa but you do need to get on with your life, Cass, not just shag your way into oblivion. Trust me, it doesn't work." Cassie shrugged non-committally. "Trust me Cass, I know what it's like to want someone you cant have." Karl's gaze turned intense again, Cassie couldn't figure out why. "Fine, fuck it, I'll do it." Cassie said as much to stop Karl looking at her like that as an actual desire to date Darcy. "Do what?" Louisa asked as she stumbled groggily through to the kitchen. A swarm of butterflies went nuts in Cassie's stomach, as they did every time she heard Louisa's voice. Cassie looked over at her friend, a smile on her face, something else that happened every time she heard Louisa's voice. "She's going on a date." Karl said. "With that girl whose world she rocked last night?" Louisa asked, a hint of a smirk on her lips. "You know what, you're both horrible people, legitimately evil. You'll both burn in hell, mark my words." Cassie said. She opened her laptop, turned it on and typed in her password. Her background picture was one she took of her and Louisa when they went to France. They were at the top of the Eiffel Tower, Louisa had her arm around Cassie's waist, they were pressed right up against each other. Louisa was six inches taller than Cassie, with short dark hair, her fringe across her forehead. She had light blue eyes sat either side of a well proportioned nose. She wore glasses with small rectangular lenses and thick arms with a swirling pattern on them. They were sharing a set of headphones that were connected to Cassie's iPod. Cassie's cheeks were flushed bright red in the photo, the contact between her and Louisa stirred feelings in her, lust among them. Her mind spun into explicit fantasies, hence the blush. Your Hand In Mine Ch. 02 Author's Note: If you're just joining me now you should probably go here first: http://www.literotica.com/s/your-hand-in-mine-ch-01 You know, when I started this little distraction project I thought it would be easy. I was very wrong. I'm finding Cassie's character quite hard to write. I can't really say why here without giving away what happens in this chapter, safe to say it's more difficult that I thought it would be. All comments and criticism welcome, thanks for viewing. WriterMonkey Your Hand In Mine – Chapter Two. Cassie was stood outside the Student's Union waiting for Darcy, she was cold but it wasn't raining, which considering it was early November in England qualified it as a nice day. Cassie lived over a mile from the campus and hadn't had chance to go home and change since her lecture so she was dressed in a pair of jeans that she thought made her bum look good, a purple t-shirt and her red coat. She hoped Darcy didn't have anywhere nice in mind for lunch or she wouldn't be able to afford it, plus she'd probably be underdressed. She knew she should have suggested where to get lunch so she could make sure she could afford it. Cassie checked her watch, one twenty five, still five minutes until Darcy was supposed to turn up, still chance to leave and make up some excuse. God, it would be embarrassing if it turned out she couldn't afford the place Darcy had in mind. What should she talk about? Should she try to be witty? What if they had nothing in common? Besides, they'd got everything in the wrong order, you were supposed to sleep with someone after you dated them, not the other way around. She'd just decided to leave and give Darcy some weak excuse when her phone buzzed. It was from Louisa. Relax, deep breaths, you'll be fine. Lou. X Cassie quickly hammered out her reply: Great timing, I was just about to stand her up. As Cassie put her phone back in her pocket she heard someone call her name, she turned around and saw Darcy walking towards her. One less thing to worry about, Darcy was dressed casually too, she wore a denim skirt and a white sweater. Her long blonde hair spilled down over her shoulders and she was smiling. She was beautiful. Cassie wondered again what she'd done to attract Darcy. Some huge guy, easily six feet tall and almost as wide by the looks of him wasn't looking where he was going and bumped into Darcy. She stumbled, then swore at him. Cassie laughed, she could tell she was going to like Darcy. "Hi, Darcy," Cassie said, she smiled, Darcy smiled back and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "Hey, how are you?" "Good, cold but good." Cassie said, and nervous as hell she added mentally. "You?" "Yeah, I'm alright, had a long morning though, sat in a lecture theatre with a broken heater that was stuck on the inferno setting." "Wow, that sucks!" Cassie said. "Right," Darcy said, checking her watch, "we need to get moving, I booked us a table for two at Andiamo. That alright?" Cassie's heart sunk and she tasted bile, it was some cosmic joke, it had to be. Or karma getting her back for the time she stole some chewing gum. Andiamo was a small Italian restaurant not far from campus, Cassie had been once before she remembered the food being good, the atmosphere being nice, the service being excellent and the bill being downright scary. "Err, yeah, that's fine." Cassie said, trying to hide the fact that she really couldn't afford it. "You sure?" Darcy asked, clearly not convinced by Cassie's performance. "Don't you like Italian?" "No I love Italian food," Cassie said, it was true, she did, she just didn't like paying extortionate amounts for it. "Okay, lets go then." Darcy said, Cassie could hear the worry linger in her voice. Andiamo was busy when they got there, almost all of the tables were taken, most of them by important looking people wearing expensive looking suits. Most of the furniture was rosewood, the tables, the chairs the bar, even the podium by the door was rosewood. There were four booths in the centre of the room arranged in a two by two square and other tables arrayed around them. The bar was against the back wall, the wall behind the bar was covered in different coloured glass bottles. The servers were buzzing around looking harassed but from what Cassie could hear their perfect manners never faltered. Cassie took a menu from the podium and saw that the prices had become even more exorbitant. She started thinking about what she'd have to do in the coming week to afford eating here today. Pizza night with Louisa would have to go, and she wouldn't be going out on friday either. Damn. Her foot started tapping as it did every time she got frustrated, she didn't notice it, but Darcy did. "Cassie, what's wrong, you don't want to be here do you?" Darcy said, not hiding the hurt in her voice well. Cassie took a deep breath, put the menu back and said, "I can't afford this place, Darcy." Her words fell out in a rush, she felt heat in her cheeks and stared intently at her shoes fearing Darcy's reaction. "Table for two?" Cassie heard. It was a thick Italian accent. "No thanks," Darcy said, "change of plans." She grabbed Cassie's hand, squeezed gently and led her out of the restaurant. "What about the coffee shop on campus?" "Sorry, Darcy,-" Cassie started, she didn't know what she was going to say but as it turned out she didn't need to as Darcy interrupted. "No need to apologise, if anyone should it's me. I only suggested that place to make you think I was sophisticated... It was silly of me." Cassie looked over at Darcy for the first time since her admission, she could see the cogs going round in the blonde's head. Adjusting expectations maybe? Perhaps making a note to 'loose' Cassie's number after this date. Cassie mentally slapped herself, why was she being so insecure? This wasn't her, she never used to worry what people thought of her and now she was in a spin because she couldn't afford over priced pasta. *** Darcy looked down at the tiny redhead worriedly, she knew she'd come off as presumptuous and possibly a little vain, but she'd just wanted to make a good impression. She just hoped she hadn't gone down too far in Cassie's estimation for embarrassing her like that. She'd wanted Cassie since she first noticed her in a music law lecture she attended six months ago. Darcy was studying Law and when she was told they had a guest lecturer speaking about copyright law and how it relates to the music industry she jumped at the chance. She had no real expertise in that field and while she had no wish to work in it she wasn't going to turn down the chance to learn something new. She'd noticed Cassie sitting at the back of the lecture theatre and felt the first pangs of attraction immediately. Cassie's lips were moving but she clearly wasn't talking as the people either side of her weren't paying any attention, she was clutching a pencil and scribbling furiously on a pad in front of her. Darcy figured she was one of the music students who had been invited to the lecture. Darcy didn't see the redhead again until they met in the bar in the Student's Union, but she didn't forget her attraction. When she saw her in the SU her heart skipped a beat, Cassie was dancing with a few friends, her arms in the air and her body moving lithely to a cheesy pop song from ten years ago. When one of Darcy's friends came up behind her and put their hand on her shoulder and asked what she was looking at she realised she had been staring open mouthed. She saw Cassie leave her group and head to the bar, Darcy made a beeline for the bar too. Her memory went hazy after that, but she remembered with excruciating detail waking up in a strange bed, it was so not her, she didn't go around picking girls up in bars. She knew why it happened though, she'd spent the last six months idealising the little redhead and when she finally saw her again something snapped and it just happened. Darcy realised they'd been stood still locked in their own thoughts for a while so she smiled at Cassie and started heading towards campus again. Darcy stole several glances at Cassie on the way, she thought the miniature redhead was stunning, if in a slightly unconventional way. And her eyes, Darcy could stare into their beautiful green depths for hours, she hoped she'd get the chance. Darcy liked that even when they were back on campus Cassie's hand never left hers, she'd dated girls who weren't confident in their sexuality and it could be a pain in the ass. She was happy to have found someone who would hold her hand in public. *** Cassie held the door open for Darcy and led her into the crowded coffee shop, she noticed Darcy slip in front of her in the cue and pull her wallet out of her handbag. Great, now she thinks I'm a charity case Cassie thought to herself. She wasn't, compared to a lot of her friends, that poor, but it wasn't her fault if she couldn't afford to drop an entire week's food budget on one meal in some pretentious restaurant. Cassie wondered what Darcy's parents did to be able to give their daughter such an easy ride through uni. Maybe she was being unfair, maybe Darcy worked hard for her money, but for some reason Cassie doubted it. The small cafe was packed with students but most of them were crammed together in a big group around only a couple of the tables, they'd get a table easily enough but they might struggle for chairs. Cassie liked the campus cafe, she wrote some of her best lyrics there, it was always busy, there were always people to observe but they were never crying babies or businessmen full of their own self importance, both of which were things that annoyed Cassie intensely. "Hi, how can I help you?" Cassie heard the girl behind the counter ask. It was Hannah, Cassie was friendly with most of the staff, but Hannah was probably her favourite. She was medium height with a few excess pounds, she had curly brown hair and matching dark eyes. "Yes, I'll have a medium cappuccino and a ham and cheese baguette please." Darcy said, "and whatever she's having as well." She added, indicating Cassie. At that moment Darcy was tapped on the shoulder by a man who she greeted as Daniel, Cassie was glad of the distraction, she needed to say something to Hannah. "Don't mention the gig," she mouthed. "Why?" Hannah mouthed back. "Just don't." Cassie whispered adding a stern look for emphasis. "Small caramel macchiato, please, and a tomato and brie baguette." Hannah nodded and started getting their order together. Cassie had been pressured into playing a show by Karl and Louisa, who had become increasingly impatient of her reluctance to show off her musical talent. She had chosen to do it here as she hoped it would slip under the radar, it did not. The owner had been impressed by her demo CD and publicised the show extensively, hoping to make it semi regular if it drew enough customers. The gig was tonight Cassie was nervous as hell and the last thing she wanted was Darcy knowing about it, which was unlucky, because she did. "So are you coming to the show here tonight?" Darcy asked as she led them to a table in the back corner of the cafe. "Who, C Maywether?" Cassie said, stalling for time. She hadn't wanted to use her real name to try and hide the fact that it was her performance from people who knew her. She couldn't think of a decent stage name though so just decided to go with her last name. "Yeah, my roommate got hold of her demo, apparently she recorded it in the studios here. She's really good, you should come." Cassie's insides warmed at the compliment, she liked hearing them but she never knew how to take them. Her mind then skipped to the issue of how people were getting hold of the recordings, it was probably Karl or Louisa trying to publicise the show more. She made a note to verbally bitch slap them when she got home. "I don't really like her stuff, plus she's not actually that good live, I plan to give it a miss." Cassie said, hoping her harsh words would convince Darcy not to go. Cassie was convinced she'd make a fool of herself and wanted as few people as possible to witness the impending disaster. "So what is it that you study?" Cassie asked, wanting to shift the subject. "Law, I didn't really want to but what dad says goes and he wants me to take over his firm." "So you have no choice in the matter?" "Nope, given the choice I'd study architecture but that's not a 'real degree' so, here I am. I'm playing the long game, I may not be happy right now but I know I'll be more financially secure as a lawyer than an architect. " Cassie knew what it was like to have disapproving parents, hers still didn't really accept the fact that she was studying music. "And you study music." Darcy said, breaking the silence. "And you are psychic." Cassie said with a giggle. "I saw you at the music law lecture a while back, I knew you didn't study law so it was the obvious conclusion." Darcy said, Cassie noticed that Darcy's cheeks had gone a bright shade of red but she couldn't figure out why. Cassie learnt a lot about Darcy during the half hour they had before she had to get to her lecture. She was the oldest of three children, there was her and Jason and Chris. She came out to her parents at fifteen, they were remarkably good about it, with one caveat, as long as it didn't effect her career. She knew Darcy dreamed of being an architect but knew she'd never get her way. She knew that Darcy had come from a fairly big family with lots of cousins whose names Cassie couldn't remember. By comparison Cassie had revealed very little about herself, it wasn't a deliberate attempt to withhold information, she just liked the sound of Darcy's voice. The realisation shocked and pleased Cassie, maybe Darcy would be the one to get her past Louisa. *** It was half five by the time Cassie got home from her afternoon lectures, the first thing she did was walk through to the living room to find Karl absorbed in a cooking show after apparently deciding that he couldn't be arsed for his lectures. She stood directly between him and the TV, her hands bunched into fists and set on her hips. He leaned to his right but other than that didn't acknowledge Cassie in any way. "Stop giving my demos away please." Cassie said, trying to restrain her frustration. "I'm sorry, it was inconsiderate of me to try and help your music career." Karl said in a bored sounding voice, still watching someone dicing vegetables. "I don't want a music career yet, Karl, that's what I keep trying to tell you." "It's never too early to get your foot in the door, that's what I keep trying to tell you." He said, mimicking Cassie's tone. "Darcy's going to be there." "That's a very very good thing, Cass, musicians are attractive." "Only when they don't trip over the stage or forget their lyrics or break a string." "Well, that's handy then, because you're going to do none of those things. Now please can I get back to finding out how to make a vegetable curry?" Cassie settled down in her seat on the sofa, she slid her shoes off and let them fall to the floor. Karl turned the TV off and shifted so that he was facing Cassie. "I thought you wanted to know how to make vegetable curry?" Cassie said. "I just remembered I hate vegetable curry. So, how was your date?" Cassie recounted the date down to the most minute detail, then added the fact that she thought it was a disaster. "So, she asked you to the show tonight?" Karl asked. "Mmhmm." "So, she asked to see you again, in a matter of hours no less, and you think it was a disaster." "Well," Cassie started, "No, Cass," Karl interrupted, "if anyone has the right to call it a disaster it's her. She told you her entire family history and got nothing in return. You turned her down when she tried to organise something, and she will think she's the one who fucked up with the restaurant thing." *** "Hey, Darcy, how'd it go?" She heard as she slammed the front door. "I don't know." Darcy said, not even trying to hide the fact that she was pissed off. "Oh-oh, what happened, sweetie?" Andrea asked. Andrea was one of Darcy's roommates, they met in their first year and become fast friends. She wasn't exactly short but not tall either, she had shoulder length blonde hair and blue eyes. "I just don't think she's that into me." Darcy said, she half sat half fell into the spare chair in the lounge and waved at Paul. Paul waved back but wasn't paying attention to the conversation, he had his headphones in and was either working or playing World of Warcraft. Darcy suspected the latter. "It's her loss, Darcy, you're one hell of a catch, if she can't see that then she's blind. Or straight, wait, you are sure she's gay aren't you?" Darcy blushed and nodded, remembering the amazing things Cassie did to her that night. "We best go get ready, chick, we're leaving in forty minutes." Darcy sighed and slouched even lower in her chair, she didn't want to go to the show any more. "Come on, Darcy, you're acting like a lovesick teenager." Andrea said, giving Darcy a stern look. "Helloooo," Darcy said, waiving her arms, "I am a teenager, I'm allowed to act like that." "Shush, get ready, it's good music and caffeine, would you really rather spend your time feeling sorry for yourself?" After much vacillating in front of her wardrobe Darcy eventually decided not to get changed, she was just going to a cafe after all, it's not like she was going on the pull. Though she was sure that Andrea would do her best to set her up with someone new tonight. She didn't want someone new though, she wanted Cassie. Darcy flopped down onto her bed feeling like crap. She'd barely heard a word of her lectures all afternoon, her thoughts were on Cassie and their date. "Grow up, Darcy, for God sake." She said to herself. She laid on her bed staring at the ceiling until Andrea and Paul knocked on her door and shouted "Come on Darcy, we're off." Darcy sighed, grabbed her handbag and pulled herself off the bed and followed her friends out to Andrea's car. The cafe was packed, busier than Darcy had ever seen it before. They stood just inside the door for a second until Andrea waved to one of her friends who had been saving them a table. She grabbed Darcy's hand and pulled her through the crowd, weaving through the human slalom course with some difficulty. "Back in a sec guys," Andrea said once Darcy and Paul had sat down, she headed off in the direction of the end of the drinks cue which was half way to the door. Despite the amount of people in the cafe it was quiet, each group talking at a whisper so the sound of commotion by the door carried across the room like a foghorn. To Darcy's surprise Cassie was in the middle of it, she was wearing a form fitting purple dress and looked stunning. Darcy felt a flash of anger, why had Cassie tried to convince her not to come tonight if she was going to be here? There was a tall guy standing behind Cassie with his hands on her arms it looked like he was holding her in place. "Guys over here!" A dark haired girl with glasses called, she was sitting at a table not far from Darcy, she waved at them, the tall guy looked relieved. He guided Cassie to the table ignoring her repeated protests. When she sat down she slouched low like she was trying to disappear. "What's wrong, Darcy? You look like you've been slapped." Andrea said as she set a tray of drinks down on their table. "Cassie went to great lengths to convince me not to be here tonight, and she's sitting right over there." Darcy said, pointing to an increasingly scared looking Cassie who chose that moment to look around the room. Hey eyes settled on Darcy for a second then went wide before she tried to hide herself behind the tall guy. Your Hand In Mine Ch. 02 "She looks pleased to see you doesn't she." Andrea said, sarcasm dripping from every syllable, Darcy started getting up but felt Andrea's hand on her arm before she got far. "No you don't, I bought you a drink, you don't get to escape until you, ya know, drink it." Darcy sat back down and after a brief pause heard Andrea say, "do you think that guy she's with is single?" "Dunno, why don't you go ask him." Darcy suggested. "You know what, I think I will." Andrea said just before they heard someone clear their throat in front of the microphone set up at the front of the room. It was a raised section of the floor, but it had always had tables on it before so Darcy never realised it was a stage. It was pretty obvious that's what it was now though as it had speakers placed either side of it on a thick black stands and a microphone set up in the middle with an acoustic guitar behind it. The man stood behind the microphone was balding and middle aged, Darcy recognised him as the manager. "The Graduate Cafe is pleased to welcome to the stage, Miss Cassie Maywether." He said. There was a thunderous round of applause that Darcy was too shocked to join in with, she looked over at Cassie and saw her being pushed out of her chair by the dark haired girl. "So that's why she tried to convince you not to come." Andrea shouted over the clapping. "What?" "Look at her, she's not exactly confident about the whole thing, she'd have been worried about embarrassing herself in front of you." "Hey guys," Cassie said after lowing the microphone, someone at the back of the room whistled at her. She blushed and turned around and picked up her guitar. "As you've already been told I'm Cassie, thanks for coming down tonight." She took a deep breath and when she spoke again her voice was stronger, more confident. "This first song is called Sail On." From the moment she plucked the first note Darcy was entranced, the music she was playing was complex but each note meshed together perfectly. Her voice was pure and haunting like the sound you get from rubbing the rim of a half full wine glass. *** Cassie was leant against the wall of the cafe taking deep breaths and trying to convince her lunch to stay down. She enjoyed playing her music but she sung with her eyes closed and every time she opened them she saw the people watching her and got an attack of nerves. She was a confident person most of the time but performing live always reduced Cassie to a gibbering wreck, according to her performance lecturer it was something you got used to, Cassie didn't see that happening any time soon. Cassie guessed about a hundred people had turned up to see her tonight, she never dreamed she'd perform in front of an audience that big, it was terrifying. She was staring up at the night sky trying to pick out constellations when she heard a familiar voice. "Hi," "Hey, Darcy," "Why didn't you tell me?" Darcy asked, Cassie could hear that Darcy was a little hurt by her deception. "Because I didn't want you to witness my making a fool of myself for an audience." "Is that what you think you did, make a fool of yourself?" Cassie said nothing. "Cassie, you were incredible, really, you were. It's kind of worrying really because there are about fifty people in there just itching to get your number after that." Cassie smiled and looked over at Darcy, she was shocked at how little distance there was between them. "Yeah well, I'm kind of dating someone else right now, so they're gunna be disappointed." Cassie said, she hadn't actually intended to say that, it just came out. "Do you want to get dinner tomorrow night?" Darcy asked. "I'm in the studio until half seven tomorrow," "Oh," "How about this, you meet me there and we head back to mine. Pizza, wine, movie, sound good?" Cassie suggested. She found the opportunity to spend time with Darcy curiously attractive. "Yeah, alright," Darcy said, she sounded pleased at the invitation, for a second it seemed to Cassie like Darcy was leaning in to kiss her. "So this is where you're hiding," Louisa's voice pierced the tense little bubble that had surrounded Cassie and Darcy. "Oh, hi, you must be Darcy." Louisa said when she saw Cassie wasn't alone. "I'm Louisa, Cassie's roommate." "Hi," Darcy said. Cassie felt that familiar swarm of butterflies being released into her stomach, she really wished her body had this reaction to Darcy, or to anyone who wasn't Louisa. "Cass, some bright spark, a.k.a. Karl, had the idea of passing around a tip jar for you, there's a pitcher sitting on our table full of money with your name on it." Louisa grabbed Cassie's hand and started pulling her back inside, it took every bit of will power Cassie had to pull her hand out of Louisa's grasp and say, "gimme a sec, Lou." Louisa looked at Darcy briefly then nodded and went back inside. "The studio's pretty easy to find once you get to Queen's Building, it's well signposted." Cassie said "I'm sure I'll be able to find it." Cassie heard a buzzing sound, Darcy reached into her bag and pulled her phone out, she sighed when she saw who was calling her. "It's my lift," she said to Cassie before answering the call. "Hi, Andrea... Yeah... I'll be there in a second." She jabbed the disconnect button angrily and slid the phone back into her bag. "I've got to go or they're gunna leave without me, see you tomorrow, Cassie." Darcy kissed Cassie, it was a gentle brush of lips, nothing more, then left. It was strange, Cassie was more than happy to take Darcy to bed a couple of days ago and felt almost nothing about doing it, but now just one kiss sparked a myriad of feelings in her, confusion primary among them. Your Hand In Mine Ch. 03 Author's note - As the title suggests this is the third chapter, chapters one and two can be found here: http://www.literotica.com/s/your-hand-in-mine-ch-01 http://www.literotica.com/s/your-hand-in-mine-ch-02 I know when I started this I said the sex would take place "off camera" because I wasn't confident in my ability to write a good sex scene between two women. Well, I'm still not confident in my ability to write a sex scene between two women but I tried anyway. If as I suspect I bungled it completely and it is clunky and awkward feel free to leave a comment/send me a message calling me rude names and telling me to never write lesbian erotica again. This is supposed to be Cassie's story and I know most of this chapter is written from Darcy's point of view, but I'm going to try and write the next one entirely from Cassie's perspective. We'll see how that turns out, I am not expecting good things. Finally, sorry for the epically long wait between chapter 2 and this, but real life keeps getting in the way of writing. Hope you enjoy. WriterMonkey. Your Hand In Mine Chapter 3 Darcy pushed open the studio door with some effort, it was a heavy door and the hinges were tight, sound proofing Darcy supposed. She felt like she were stepping into an alien environment, there were no real echos in the studio, the soft, foamy padding on the walls saw to that. The guy Cassie had been with at the show was sat behind a huge console full of sliders, knobs, buttons and lights. It was all very confusing. Either side of the console stood banks of audio equipment, each with their own displays and controls, and above the console stood two large computer screens. It was like something from a sci-fi show. There was a huge window behind the console and screens, leading to a room which contained a piano and a dizzying array of microphones around it. Cassie was sat in front of the piano running up and down scales and arpeggios. She was wearing a baggy green cardigan that fell down over her hands, tight black jeans and a grey beanie hat that sat below a cumbersome looking pair of headphones. The guy looked over at her and said, "Hi, Darcy, I'm Karl." "Hi," Darcy gave him a nervous little wave, she felt like she was being scrutinized, being tested to see if she was good enough for Cassie. "I don't mind you being here, Darcy, but she will, so do me a favour and don't stand in front of the window." "Oh, okay," Darcy said as she moved beside one of the stacks of audio equipment. "It's nothing against you, it's just her way. She's particular about who hears her music at the best of times but she's still writing this song and she hates to have people hear her stuff before it's finished." Karl checked his watch, then scrunched his face up in confusion. "You do know you're like an hour early, right?" "Yeah, I just wanted-" Darcy didn't get chance to finish before Karl cut in. "Hey, no need to explain yourself to me, you wanted to hear your girlfriend doing what she's best at. It's understandable." Darcy's insides warmed at the word girlfriend. Karl adjusted something on the console and suddenly the room was filled with the sound of Cassie playing, it was a beautiful piece. "She wrote this herself you know, she uses it as her warm up before every recording session yet refuses to actually record it, dunno why. She's an odd one is our Cassie." He moved his hand so that it was hovering over a button on the console and said, "when I press this she'll be able to hear me, you too if you talk, so best not to, eh?" Darcy nodded. "Okay, Cass, I've set it on a loop, just play until you get something you're happy with, I'm not recording yet." "'Kay." Cassie said. Cassie stopped and waited for the track she was recording to start playing, when it did she started improvising a piano line. "I am recording, just don't tell her that." "But you just said you weren't" Darcy said, confused at the pointless deception. "It's always best to record the practice runs, there's an added layer of pressure when you know you're being recorded, it inhibits creativity." Darcy could feel herself getting lost in the music, Cassie was so talented, Darcy couldn't figure out why she was so paranoid about other people hearing her play. She had her eyes closed and her breathing was deep when she was snapped out of her almost zen like state by Karl. "Give her time, Darcy." He said, he seemed content to leave it at that, but it made no sense to Darcy. "What?" "Like I said, Cassie is an odd one." He took a deep breath before continuing. "She's got more neuroses than a ward of mental patients." "That seems a bit unfair." Darcy said, feeling compelled to defend Cassie. "Maybe, but it's true. She doesn't trust easily; with the exception of Louisa, who she's known over half her life, I probably hold the prestigious title of her best friend, and I only know most of what I know about her because she talks a lot when she's drunk. Did you know her brother hit her when she came out?" "Christ, that's awful." "Yup, but true, her parents turned a blind eye. She used to practically live round at Louisa's place but she was banned from there too. She has a habit of hurting the people around her before they can hurt her. Sure, she seems confident and brash but she's not. I'm not telling you this to make you handle her like a china doll that could shatter any second, because she wouldn't thank you for that. I'm telling you because being with her will be hard work, best you know that now rather than finally getting pissed off with her a month down the line after wasting both of your time." "I know it's too early to be sure, but I really like her, Karl, I don't plan to do a runner at the first sign of trouble." Karl sat looking pensive for a while, every so often adjusting one of the settings on the console. The song Cassie was playing along to was on its third repetition now, it was a love song Darcy decided, but not a happy one. Not sappy teenage melodrama though, the lyrics were mature and almost cynical. Darcy was wondering who Cassie had loved enough to write this song about when Karl started talking again. "She likes you, you know, Darcy." "She does?" Darcy asked, "All evidence so far has been to the contrary." She added wistfully. "She hasn't admitted it to herself yet, but she does. People she doesn't like have curious tendency to disappear from her life." "What do you mean?" Darcy asked, it had almost sounded like a line from a cheesy mafia film. "Not disappear like face down in a river or anything, but she can be quite acerbic when she wants to be, the fact that she hasn't driven you away yet is a good sign." "I've only known her for a few days." "That's long enough to know, I've got a friend who she pissed off so much he wanted to hit her within half an hour of knowing her. Like I said, acerbic." "She's so..." Darcy hesitated, not knowing how to finish. "Damaged?" Karl suggested. "She's an artist, Darcy, artists are always damaged otherwise they'd have nothing to write about." They lapsed into silence again leaving Darcy to reflect on what she'd heard. She'd learnt a lot about Cassie but she wanted to learn about Cassie from Cassie, not second hand from her weird friend. *** As the song finished its fourth play through Cassie's hands came to rest over the keys of the piano. It was an ugly old thing and it had obviously suffered under the abusive hands of students but it had a unique sound that Cassie liked. "Okay, Karl," Cassie said leaning slightly closer to one of the microphones around the piano. "I know you were recording that." "Was not," Karl said, his voice sounding strange through the headphones. "Yes you were, you always record the practice runs. I like the fourth take, it's a keeper." "Okay, what do you want to do next?" "Give me a hand taking down the mics and we can start mixing it." Cassie saw Karl hit a button on the mixer (the mute she guessed) and leave the control room, moments later he joined her. He had a wry grin on his face, Cassie supposed he was about to lecture her about some aspect of her personality he deemed she needed to fix. He liked doing that. She got up and helped him push the piano into the corner of the room. Karl's expression turned thoughtful as he started taking down the microphone stands and putting the mics away in a cupboard in the corner of the room. "No woman is an island, Cassie." He said. She folded her arms and leaned against the wall, waiting for the rest of his speech. "Jus' sayin'," he added. He swiped his student card on the electronic lock of the microphone cupboard and after checking the door was secure, held the studio door open for Cassie. She thanked him as she walked out, she was so absorbed in trying to figure out his cryptic behaviour that she didn't notice Darcy was stood in the corner of the control room until she sat down in front of the mixer. She saw the tall, lean figure stood in the corner of the room and did a double take, she was shocked to find someone else in the room. The obvious question bubbled to Cassie's lips, 'how long have you been there?' But she didn't ask it, Darcy could obviously see what Cassie wanted to say though, she looked down at her shoes like they had become the most interesting things in the world. Cassie allowed her gaze to roam slightly, she noticed that Darcy's jeans were practically painted on. They made her legs look good, very good. When she looked back up at Darcy's face she saw a vivid blush there. Clearly she noticed Cassie checking her out, not that she had been subtle about it. "This is gunna be awfully boring for you, Darcy." Cassie observed, she practically flinched after the last word tumbled from her lips, it was rude, she should have at least said 'hello'. Maybe a kiss, was that the right thing to do? Darcy must have seen regret Cassie's expression, she smiled, walked over and -careful not to nudge any of the buttons- perched on the mixer in front of Cassie. "Somehow, I'll handle it, Cass." She said. "Good," Cassie said, the answering smile on Darcy's face was stunning. *** Okay, Darcy had to admit that the time she spent sat in the studio wasn't exactly the most exciting thing that had ever happened to her. Far from it in fact. But she got to see Cassie in a whole new light, she saw the beginnings of it when Cassie performed at the cafe, but it was even more obvious in the studio. Cassie was happy when she was creating, she had been so absorbed in the music at the studio, so focussed, plus her face scrunched up in the cutest way when she was listening to each separate instrument to mix them. "Are you going to be joining us, Karl?" Darcy asked. She really really hoped he wasn't. "Of course," Karl said. "I have nothing better to do than crash Cassie's dates." Cassie tried to kick Karl in the shin but lost her balance and very nearly fell over. "Eight out of ten for sticking the landing." Karl said. Cassie held her arms out like an olympic gymnast. Darcy giggled at their antics and took Cassie's hand. Cassie seemed surprised at first but didn't pull away. Warmth flooded through Darcy's body at the contact and her mind went spinning back to the kiss they shared outside the cafe. 'If you could call it a kiss' she thought sarcastically. It was a slight brush of lips and Cassie was as unresponsive as stone. 'Yep, if that was a kiss then we're practically having sex now', that thought of course sent her mind back to the memory of the time they actually did have sex. Well, Darcy passed out drunk before she got the chance to have Cassie, but it still counted as sex right? She snapped out of her own world just as Karl said: "So you two will have the house to your selves tonight." She looked over at him just in time to see him waggle his eyebrows. Cassie blushed and suddenly became interested in her feet. 'Message received loud and clear, you don't want to get within a million miles of me tonight.' Darcy thought sullenly. She wondered why Cassie seemed so uninterested in her. She wasn't being arrogant, assuming that anything with a pussy must automatically be in love with her, but Cassie seemed to be trying to be interested but she was failing spectacularly. The movie was dull, no other word to describe it. It was some insipid rom com, it was generic, boring, and just entirely blehhh. What Darcy found much more interesting was the mesmerising patch of flesh between Cassie's shoulder and her neck, that little curve of skin. She'd been staring at it on and off all night, imagining the cute little mewling noise Cassie would make when she kissed it. Cassie seemed utterly absorbed in the film, she was sat curled slightly against Darcy's side (which shocked Darcy no end), twirling her wine glass around in her fingers. An empty pizza box sat on the floor in front of them next to an almost empty wine bottle. Cassie's hand found it's way to Darcy's thigh and started absentmindedly tracing small circles on it. Darcy looked down at it as it slowly made it's way further and further up her leg. She was stunned, Cassie wasn't drunk, or at least, she didn't look it. Maybe Darcy was wrong when she assumed that Cassie's earlier blush meant she didn't want anything to happen. She put her wine glass down on the small table next to the sofa, took Cassie's off her and put it next to her own. She turned towards her and kissed her, this time Cassie kissed her back. Cassie's tongue worked it's way between Darcy's lips and started slowly but forcefully exploring her mouth. One of Cassie's hands sat at Darcy's waist and the other was in her hair, and they were content to sit there, they didn't roam around aimlessly like Darcy's first lover's did. Darcy broke their kiss, eliciting an annoyed little moan from Cassie. She planted kisses along Cassie's jaw and down to her neck, then down to that little spot she'd been staring at all night. The little mewling noise Cassie made was better than Darcy's fantasies. She nibbled at Cassie's neck and felt the moistness between her legs growing at the sound of Cassie's moans. "Oh, Darcy," Cassie breathed. Darcy moaned at the sound of her own name on Cassie's lips. She pulled the collar of Cassie's cardigan down exposing more of her neck to kisses. Cassie shifted beneath Darcy and moved her hands down to her ass and gave it a squeeze, Darcy giggled. She pulled Cassie's top off and instantly fell in love with her breasts, she preferred smaller boobs and Cassie's were so perfectly rounded, and then she saw that Cassie was wearing a front clasper. She could have squealed with delight. She started kissing every inch of exposed flesh between neck and bra as she slid her hand up Cassie's stomach. Everything on Cassie was in proportion, Darcy decided when she undid the clasp on Cassie's bra. She was a small person and everything about her was small, including her nipples. The areola were maybe the size of a ten pence coin, with small but hard nipples. Darcy watched Cassie's eyes roll back as she gave her boob a slight squeeze, and heard her groan as she sucked Cassie's nipple into her mouth. Cassie's fingers knotted themselves in Darcy's hair as Darcy lavished attention on her breasts. Cassie's hands started fumbling with Darcy's belt. "Not yet, it's your turn first, sweetheart." Darcy said. The only response she got was another moan of pleasure. Darcy grabbed Cassie by the waist and shifted her so that she was sat on the sofa, she then got off the sofa and knelt between Cassie's legs. The look of anticipation on Cassie's face set a swarm of butterflies loose in Darcy's stomach. All of a sudden the realisation crashed down on her that Cassie was much better at this than she was. Darcy had only been with one other woman, and only twice with that one woman, and judging by her performance the other night Cassie had much more experience. Add to that the fact she seemed only as interested in Darcy as she would be in a puppy she passed on the street, would one night of what would probably be terrible sex make her move on? Cassie must have sensed the hesitation because she leant forward, looked into Darcy's eyes and said, "what's wrong?" Darcy drew her gaze away from how Cassie's boobs looked when she leant over long enough to blush vividly. She stared at the floor as she said, "Cassie, what if..." She bit her lip, looked Cassie in the eyes and said, "you need to keep your expectations under control here, Cass, I've only ever been with one other girl." Darcy winced as soon as the words left her mouth. "I could have phrased that better." Cassie got up, and for a terrible second Darcy thought she'd messed everything up. In that moment she desperately wanted a hole to open up and swallow her. Cassie held her hand out, Darcy took it and felt herself being pulled up. Cassie brushed a stray lock of hair behind Darcy's ear and looked her in the eyes. "Darcy, I know you're going to be amazing because you care enough to worry about how good you're going to be." Darcy would look back at that as the moment she started falling in love with Cassie. "Come on," Cassie said, pulling Darcy towards her bedroom. "We're going to do this right." When they reached Cassie's room Darcy was spun around and pushed down onto the bed. With a wiggle of her hips Cassie took off her jeans, leaving just a lacy black thong, which she then slid down and stepped out of. She got onto the bed, straddling Darcy, then lent down and kissed her. "Now," Cassie said, then moved her kisses to Darcy's neck, "I'm completely naked." Her kisses moved up Darcy's jaw, Darcy's breathing was deep, her eyes were closed and she was adoring the attention being lavished upon her. The heat from earlier was completely gone, and in its place was slow burning passion. Darcy preferred the passion. "And you're," Cassie said, moving her kisses up and stopping with her lips millimetres away from Darcy's ear. "Completely not," she said, then nibbled Darcy's earlobe, eliciting a sharp breath from the blonde. Darcy was lost, adrift, drowning in a sea of passion, she adored the attention Cassie was giving her, the fact that Cassie was pacing herself. It had been perhaps three minutes between Cassie planting her knees either side of Darcy's hips and Cassie's hands touching the buttons of Darcy's blouse. Darcy's first time was a drunken fumble with a blonde named Claire, her second time a sober quickie with Claire, after which Claire proceeded to dump her. She had been too drunk to remember most of her third time, which was with Cassie. This was so different, and it was incredible. The top two buttons of Darcy's blouse were already undone, so Cassie skipped them completely, the third button she undid slowly and kissed the tiny sliver of pale skin it revealed. She undid the next one revealing the gentle slopes of Darcy's breasts. Cassie kissed up and down those slopes as she worked on the next button. Once Cassie had undone the last button Darcy shrugged out of the blouse, Cassie straightened up and looked down at her. She was wearing a powder blue bra that wasn't quite entirely see through. It was the closest thing to sexy underwear she owned. "Has anyone ever told you how incredibly beautiful you are, Darcy?" Cassie asked. "No," Darcy said, slightly breathlessly. It was true, Claire had called her sexy a couple of times, and fit once. But she'd never been called beautiful. "Well, Darcy, you are incredibly beautiful." Cassie bent over and kissed Darcy's collar bone. "Easily," Cassie said, and moved further down her collar bone, "the most beautiful," she slid her hand behind Darcy's back to the clasp of her bra. "Woman I've ever kissed." She finished, with that Darcy's bra snapped open, Cassie removed it and threw it away. She bit her lip and sighed when she saw Darcy's breasts. Darcy's first instinct was to deny it, but the way Cassie was looking at her left her in no doubt, Cassie truly believed what she said. Your Hand In Mine Ch. 03 Cassie started kissing and licking Darcy's left breast and gently massaging her right. Somewhere in the back of her head Darcy remembered saying the words 'your turn first, sweetheart,' but by that point a stampede of wild horses could not have made Darcy stop Cassie. God could have descended from on high and commanded Darcy to push Cassie onto the bed and make love to her, Darcy would have ignored him. She was enjoying every second of Cassie's attention. Her every nerve ending was on fire, tingling with anticipation. And then Cassie gently bit Darcy's nipple. "Oh Christ," Darcy gasped out, her back arching involuntarily into Cassie's face. Darcy felt Cassie smile before she swapped over, so she was kissing her right breast. Darcy's hands were beside her, the duvet clamped in her grip as one gasp melted into the next. Cassie gave Darcy's breasts one final squeeze and then left a trail of kisses down her stomach, she undid Darcy's jeans and slipped them off. She started kissing her way from Darcy's calf muscle, up to her knee, then up her thigh. The kisses turned to nibbles half way up her thigh, each one shooting another bolt of pleasure through Darcy's body until she was stuck halfway between normality and ecstasy. And Darcy knew Cassie was going to push her the rest of the way. Cassie slid Darcy's panties, powder blue to match the bra, off and cast them aside. She gazed down at Darcy's pussy for a second and breathed, "beautiful," before gently touching her lips to it. Thanks to Cassie's earlier ministrations just that one touch was bliss, Darcy cried out loudly enough to make her glad they had the house to themselves. Cassie took one languid lick from the bottom of Darcy's pussy stopping just before she reached Darcy's clit. "You taste fantastic," Cassie said before taking another lick. Darcy cried out again, and in that second realised that part of the experience Cassie was giving her was in the words. She'd been saying just the right things at just the right times to heighten every feeling that coursed through Darcy's body like a shot of adrenaline. For maybe the hundredth time since Cassie had pulled her into the bedroom Darcy felt completely overawed by the amount of effort Cassie was putting into giving Darcy pleasure. She refused to believe Cassie felt as indifferent about her as she seemed to, maybe she just had trouble telling Darcy that she liked her, instead of merely tolerating her. But then again they'd only been seeing each other for a couple of days, perhaps it was just too soon for Cassie to feel anything for Darcy, perhaps it was too soon for them to be making love, were they moving too fast? Before Darcy could come up with an answer Cassie took another long lick, effectively banishing coherent thought for the time being as Darcy's hips bucked like she'd jabbed her finger into an electrical outlet. Darcy felt Cassie's tongue slowly work its way inside her, stimulating her in ways she didn't think possible, finding pleasure centres Darcy never knew existed. She was having trouble breathing by this point, every time she'd try and take a breath Cassie would do something else spectacular and every drop of air in Darcy's lungs would get gasped out. And then Cassie's tongue slid along Darcy's clit. Her orgasm tore through her, every muscle in her body seemingly contracting at once, she felt her hands shoot to Cassie's head, though whether to keep it in place or push it away she had no idea. When it had finally ended Darcy felt like she'd run headlong into a wall, she was utterly spent, she doubted she could have moved if her life depended on it. Cassie gave her a short while to recover and then slid her fingers into Darcy's pussy. It was gentle at first, not the frantic pumping in and out which had been Claire's technique. It felt like Cassie was making a slow 'walking' motion with her fingers, carefully building Darcy up. She started moaning again, though the sound was more ragged this time, and it hurt her throat. Obviously she'd gone overboard first time round, though it wasn't her fault really was it? Slowly Cassie started to speed up, one of Darcy's hands was gripping a handful of duvet, the other was in Cassie's hair. When Cassie's tongue touched Darcy's clit again her hand slammed into a fist, Darcy realised that she must have been practically ripping Cassie's hair out, but she wasn't really in control of her limbs at that point. She would have apologised if she wasn't gasping for every breath like a drowning man. Obviously it wasn't so bad, as Cassie didn't stop. If Darcy's first orgasm was like running into a wall (a very pleasurable wall mind you, but a wall nevertheless) then her second was like being hit by a freight train. When the grunting, screaming and thrashing came to an end Darcy was sure she wouldn't be able to move for a week. Cassie must have sensed this because she slowly drew her fingers out of Darcy, sucking them dry with the most lascivious look and satisfied groan Darcy had ever seen and heard. She slowly worked her way up Darcy's body, retracing the trail of kisses she left on the way down. "That... Was... Wow." Darcy said, still gasping for air. Cassie had her face and the base of Darcy's throat where she had been slowly placing kisses, and thanks to that Darcy could feel the smile grow on Cassie's lips. Cassie had an arm across Darcy's chest, and their legs knotted together, once again it struck Darcy how committed Cassie was to making sex and unforgettable experience. It would have ended on a sour note if Cassie had just rolled over and immediately started snoring. Darcy loved the feeling of being held after what they'd just done, and that's what it was Darcy decided, Cassie wasn't patiently waiting to get her rocks off, she was just holding Darcy for the act itself. Cassie had drifted off to sleep by the time Darcy felt she could move again without her limbs falling off, Darcy decided to wake her by kissing that spot where shoulder becomes neck, the spot that made Cassie mewl and whimper in such a delightful way. "Don't feel obligated to return the favour tonight, Darcy, you're going to get plenty more chance to." Cassie said, her voice thick with sleep. Darcy's heart leapt, that was the first hint that Cassie saw them having a future together. "I want to, Cassie." At that Cassie nibbled Darcy's earlobe, eliciting an excited little squeal from the blonde. Darcy kissed Cassie in what she decided to call Cassie's 'moan spot' again, and treasured the sound Cassie made. That little whimper that Cassie made every time Darcy kissed her there was the most arousing sound Darcy had ever heard. Darcy moved her attention down to those delightful coin sized nipples and started licking and sucking and nibbling, filing away Cassie's reactions, remembering what worked and what didn't. Darcy worked her way down Cassie's body, stopping to lick Cassie's belly button, to which Cassie giggled and gasped the word "tickles,". Darcy seemed to find herself between Cassie's legs in no time at all, she meant to take her time and explore Cassie's body like Cassie did her's but her own nervousness ruined that plan. Darcy nibbled the inside of Cassie's thigh, remembering how much she enjoyed that. "Oh, Darcy, that feels so good." Cassie said in a breathy voice that was music to Darcy's ears. 'God, I know we're not exactly on speaking terms, but please let me be good at this. I will give the contents of my purse to the next homeless man I see if you just let me give her a decent orgasm.' With that silent prayer over Darcy tasted Cassie's pussy for the first time. It was a strong, kind of musky taste, it didn't remind Darcy of any one thing, it was a taste all of its own. A taste Darcy was instantly addicted to. She tried to cast her mind back, remember what Cassie had done to her but she came up blank, so she decided to make it up as she went along. She dipped the tip of her tongue inside Cassie, and felt the walls of Cassie's pussy contract around it. "Oh fuck, oh, Darcy." Cassie breathed. Darcy loved the sound of her name being whispered in such an erotic way. Darcy gently brushed her tongue across Cassie's clit and slid her fingers inside Cassie's pussy. "Darcy, Darcy, Darcy, that's so good," Cassie said, her voice barely above a whisper. Darcy bent her fingers and felt a knot of differently textured flesh on the roof of Cassie's pussy, she started a 'come hither' motion against it. Cassie gasped, it was the loudest she'd been all night and it was still a whisper compared to the noises Darcy had been making. "Don't stop, Darcy, you're going to make me cum." Cassie said, even quieter than the last time she spoke. Darcy took Cassie's clit lightly between her teeth and started flicking the tip of her tongue over it still maintaining the rhythm of her fingers. She felt the walls of Cassie's pussy contract around her fingers pining them in place, Cassie lurched almost into a sitting position and gasped once before saying, "oh God, Darcy, I'm cumming." Cassie slumped back down onto the bed and sighed contentedly. Darcy pulled her fingers out from inside Cassie and moved back up the bed and kissed her. "I love that I can taste myself on you, Darcy." Cassie said. She giggled that added, "all that worrying over nothing. You were fantastic." Darcy was skeptical, Cassie had been very quiet, but she supposed that not everyone was the same, and Cassie had talked a lot. Maybe she was just a talker, Darcy could live with that if it meant that Cassie would say 'Darcy' over and over in the throws of ecstasy. Hearing her name on her lover's lips like that had been a real treat. Cassie kissed Darcy's throat before snuggling into her and closing her eyes. Darcy reached for the duvet and pulled it over the pair of them and fell asleep wondering just how long it takes to fall in love with someone.