0 comments/ 15420 views/ 4 favorites Nathan & Cass Ch. 01 By: Apocalypse_Please I awoke that morning to the sound of rain pounding on the window above my bed. 4:00 AM, great. I'd had trouble sleeping since I'd moved to this dreary city 8 weeks ago. I'd applied to the University of Washington last fall, and had gotten my acceptance letter 4 months ago. It was convenient for me to move here early, since my parents had decided to move to Florida to live with my Grandmother after I'd gotten my acceptance letter. They were in such a rush to move that they were ready with the moving truck packed and cranked outside of my graduation. Maybe that's a bit hyperbolic, but you get the idea. They'd paid for me to live in a small, one bedroom apartment, on the 10'Th floor of a high-rise complex, here in the heart of Seattle, until I got campus housing at the start of the semester. I thought I would enjoy it here, but it was mostly just rainy and lonely. I'd only met a couple of people since I'd moved here, but I'd mostly kept to myself. It was easier that way, I guess. I decided that it was futile to try and get back to sleep at this point, rolled out of bed and decided to go down to the ground floor and do laundry. I gathered up my clothes, piled them in a basket, grabbed a book, and headed for the elevator. The laundry room was completely empty, so I chose the machine closest, dumped in my clothes and popped in some quarters. I sat down in the seating area by the door and began reading my book, and out of the corner of my eye, I saw a figure coming down the stairs that led to the laundry room. It was a guy, medium build, but really tall. He must have been 6'4. He had brown, curly hair, and hazel eyes, with a warm milky brown skin-tone. He pushed the sleeves of his red hooded sweatshirt up to his elbows and began carefully putting his laundry into the machine. He looked up and noticed me watching him and said, in a deep Boston accent, "I thought I was the only person who did laundry this time of the morning." A half smile lit up his face. I stammered and said "oh, well, I couldn't sleep..," and let it trail off and looked around the room awkwardly. "Well, that could have gone much better, Cass..." I thought to myself. He sat down in a chair across from me, and said "I'm Nathan. I just moved in a few weeks ago." I smiled and tried to say "I'm Cass," and "me too." But all that came out was "I'm me too." Fantastic. He raised his eyebrow and checked his watch. "He must think I'm a complete moron." I thought to myself. We sat and waited for our laundry to wash, then transferred it over when the washers stopped. He popped four quarters into his drier, smiled, and extended a piece of paper to me, while saying "It was really nice meeting you, Cass. We should hang out sometime." He turned and left the laundry room, with me standing beside the driers, clutching a small white piece of paper, looking dumbfounded. I shoved the note into my back pocket without reading it, and decided to come back for my clothes later. I unlocked my apartment door, stepped in, and shut it behind me. I pressed my back against the door, and slid to the floor. I looked at myself in the floor-length mirror directly to my right, and said "Way-to-go." to my reflection. My dark, curly hair was a mess, scattered around my face. I wasn't wearing any make-up, and I looked like I'd spent the past 2 months half awake. Great. I knew I would have to eventually go back to the laundry room and get my laundry from the drier, but right now I just felt like moping. I sighed and decided to take a shower, hoping it would make me feel better. I walked into my small bathroom and pulled my shirt over my head, exposing my medium sized breasts. I unzipped my jeans and slid them and my black lace panties to the floor. I looked up at my reflection in the mirror. I didn't consider myself unattractive, just sort of plain. I stood at 5'2", with a petite frame, except for my slightly pronounced bottom and breasts that were larger than usual, for people of my body type. I'd felt like a freak for most of high school and wanted to hide my body under baggy clothes, until I'd started dating this second year college guy named Greg, halfway through my senior year of high school. He'd insisted that "small girls with big tits and asses made guys horny as hell." Not the most eloquent way to put it, but I suppose I appreciated it, none-the-less. I looked into the mirror at my own aquamarine eyes staring back at me, and sighed. What was the use in having a body that "made guys horny as hell" if I wasn't going to use it, anyway? Annoyed, I strode over to the shower and jerked the knob and stepped in. I let the water calm me, and tried not to think about Nathan, as I washed my body. 20 minutes later, I finished, toweled off, wrapped it around me, and padded to my room. "Fuck." I said out loud. All of my clothes were currently being held hostage in the laundry room. I didn't bring much of my old wardrobe with me from Rhode Island. I'd decided to buy more form fitting clothing since I'd moved here, instead of the baggy clothing I wore in high school. My wardrobe was still pretty sparse. "I suppose I could wear my dirty clothes and just go sit down in the laundry room and wait for my others to be dry.." I said aloud. No, that just felt gross. I groaned as I realized my only option. I went to my drawers and found a set of thin, black lace hip hugging panties with a matching bra. Well, this was better than nothing, I thought. I slid this scanty ensemble on and headed for the door. I approached the laundry room door with caution, peaking in to make sure nobody was in. I was home-free. I raced over to my laundry and began throwing it into my basket. Halfway through, I heard footsteps behind me, and glanced over my shoulder. It was Nathan. He held a bemused sort of expression, and stood still for a few seconds, then went to tend to his laundry. I let out a nervous chuckle and retreated to the safety of my apartment. *** I awoke the next morning, still wearing the silly get-up I'd used to retrieve my laundry the previous morning. I sat up in my bed and grumbled. I bet that guy thought I was coo-coo for cocoa puffs. It suddenly occurred to me that his note still lay in the back pocket of the jeans I'd discarded before my shower. I jumped out of bed and fumbled with my back pocket to free the note. I unfolded it and read aloud, "My apartment number is C9, if you ever want to hang out sometime." He'd also scribbled his cell phone number at the bottom. I bet he really wanted to hang out now, I thought, sarcastically. I walked into my living room and let the note fall onto my coffee table. My mind wandered to Nathan. I wondered what he was doing here in Seattle. He was probably going to school or something. I thought of his milky-half tanned skin, and his thick Boston accent. My hand drifted to my leg and I ran soft circles on the inner flesh of my right thigh, next to my pelvis. I'd only experimented with masturbation a handful of times but I'd never reached orgasm. It usually only helped to calm my brain. Well, for a while, at least. My hands started to wander across my body, as I daydreamed about kissing him. My left hand found my left breast, cupping it. I pulled hard on my nipple and moaned softly. I was horny. I stuck my right hand between my thighs, moved the lacey fabric to the side and stroked my clit with an extended finger. A jolt of electricity shot through my body so intense I moaned aloud. This never went anywhere. I knew better than to start this. I would get so horny I could barely contain it, but I'd never cum. But god, it felt so good.. I continued to play with my now swollen clit for a few minutes more, and decided it was futile to continue. Frustrated, I got up, strode into my bedroom and got dressed. Around dinner time, I decided to go down to the lobby to check my mailbox. I flicked the button to the elevator and waited patiently for the doors to open. A few moments later, the elevator dinged and the big metal doors opened. I stepped inside, pressed the button for the ground floor and rode the elevator down. I checked my mail, found nothing but a weekly circular and some junk mail about new wireless service. I tossed them both into the trash and got back into the elevator. My hand hovered over the button for floor 10, and I hesitated. Was it too soon to go by Nathan's apartment? I decided now was as good of a time as any and quickly pressed the 9. I exited the elevator and walked down the hall to apartment C9 and rang the doorbell and waited for him to answer. He yelled "Just a minute," Through the door. I almost thought of bolting back to the elevator, but I'd never make it in time. Besides, ding-dong-door-bell-ditch was a little third grade. He came to the door wearing nothing but a white towel secured around his waist, drying his curly locks with what appeared to be a hand towel. He looked at me and said "Oh, Cass. Hi! I'm sorry, I just got out of the shower the second you rang my doorbell." I just stood there, staring at his bare chest. He had moderate chest hair that spanned over his flat stomach, and got slightly denser. My activities from a few hours before came flooding back to me, and the memory of playing with my clit while imagining him sprang into sharp focus. I blushed and cleared my throat. "Do you want to hang out?" How lame, I yelled at myself in my head. "Well, um, I was just about to go to the store to buy some things, but I'll call you tomorrow. Text me your number and we can arrange something." I smiled, agreed, and retreated back to the elevator. He thought I was nuts. I brushed my hand with my face and punched the number 10 and went back up to my apartment. Before I got into bed, I texted him from my phone as a last ditch effort. Wouldn't hurt to try I guess. *** 1AM. I woke up and sat upright in my bed and rubbed my face. I slid my hand between my thighs and felt how wet I was. I had just been dreaming about sex with Nathan. I whimpered and lay back in bed. This was just not fair. I rolled over onto my stomach and tried to fall back to sleep. All that kept clouding my thoughts was Nathan. He'd looked so damned good in that towel.. I whimpered again and pressed my face into my pillow. Just then, my cell phone beeped from my bedside table. I pulled my head up, curious to see who was messaging me at this hour. I fumbled with the touchscreen and went to my text messaging section. The message read: "Hi.. Sorry to bother you, I can't sleep." It was Nathan. I leaned up and texted him back: "It's fine. I can't sleep either." I neglected to mention that dreaming of fucking him was causing that.. I rolled over onto my back and traced my fingers along the bottom of my stomach. My phone beeped again. Nathan said, "I know it's really late, but would you still like to hang out?.." I stopped tracing my stomach and considered his proposition. I was embarrassed, but he was the first guy I'd been this attracted to since I'd moved here. I hastily texted "Sure, just let me get dressed and I'll be over," And got out of bed. I threw on a pair of tight, thin, pajama shorts and a black spaghetti strap tank top over a set of black lace panties and bra, and fixed my hair. 10 minutes later, I stood at his front door. I rang the bell and he answered. He opened the door in boxers and a white undershirt. I tried not to moan and followed him in. "Would you like something to drink?" he asked, as he pulled a bottle of soda from his fridge. I declined and sat down on the couch. I looked around the apartment, and noticed it was almost identical in space to mine. We talked for hours about music, art, school, and our hometowns. Around 4'o clock, shocked at how much time had passed, I stretched and yawned. I was getting sleepy. I looked over at Nathan who was staring at my chest. I crossed my arms, uncomfortably. He looked at me from across his couch and asked, without a hint of sarcasm "Have you ever masturbated before?" Shocked, I said "No!" a little too defensively. "So you have?" he chuckled, and continued his interrogation. "Have you ever masturbated in front of someone before?" I was unsure where this was going, but kept my cool and said "No," a bit calmer this time. He raised his eyebrows and said, "You wouldn't believe how much of a turn-on it is.. Someone watching you pleasure yourself, and it turning them on." He bit his lower lip. I didn't know what to do. This conversation intrigued me, and actually turned me on quite a bit, but this wasn't me. I didn't do things like this. I was Cass. Safe, dependable, semi-prude, Cass. He stretched out on the couch and stared at me. My nipples were visibly hard. Several minutes went by while I seriously considered what this sexy guy had just asked of me, in a roundabout way. My pussy was throbbing, and I wanted nothing more than to stroke it. I knew I wouldn't cum, though, and that would be infuriating. I looked him in the eye and was transfixed. I wanted this. I needed this. To hell with being dependable. "How.. much of a turn-on.. is it?" I asked, trying not to sound as wary as I felt. "Nothing compares to it, except for watching someone pleasure themself I think." I stood up, and he apparently thought I was bolting from the room and said "I'm sorry, look, I didn't mean to freak you out, I-" But I slid down my shorts and kicked them across the floor and sat back down. "I'm not freaked out." I said. I traced my middle finger along the waistband of my lacey panties. My pussy was begging to be stroked. I was so wet I could feel it without putting my hand down my panties. He repositioned himself so he was directly in front of me on the other end of the couch and stared at me. I spread my legs and put my palm on the outside of my panties and pressed down. A moan escaped my lips and I shuddered. If this was how intense it was with panties on I was afraid to find out how intense it was going to be without. I gently traced my middle finger up and down the seam of my panties, my freshly shaven soaking wet pussy clearly visible through the black fabric. I arched my hips a bit and swirled my finger over my clit. Jolts of pleasure shot through me and I moaned. I looked over at Nathan and noticed a huge bulge developing in his boxers. He sat with his hands to his sides, watching intently. I stopped stroking my clit and pulled my top over my head and threw it behind me. I took both of my breasts in my hands and squeezed them. God, I was horny. "Do you like being given commands, Cass?" He asked from the other end of the couch. I whimpered and shrugged. This was all new to me; I didn't know what I liked. He took that as consent to start giving me commands. "Pull one of your huge tits out of the top of your bra and tease your nipple." He said. I slowly removed my right tit and started running my finger in a circle around my little nipple. I let out a soft moan and squeezed my tit tightly in my palm. My hand found my pussy again and I was so horny I was humping up and down on the couch. "Did I tell you to put your fingers on your pussy?" I shook my head, but kept my hand there, anyway. "Remove your fingers from your pussy, or I'll have to punish you." Punish me? I removed my hand, a little scared, and decided to go back to the first command, of massaging and teasing my breasts. He watched me intently for a few minutes and said, "Now take off your panties and trace the outside of your pussy lips, but leave your clit alone. Remember what I said about punishing you.. follow my orders, Cass" I took off my panties, kicking them across the room, and obeyed. It felt so good, and I wanted to touch my clit so bad. This was the horniest I could ever remember being. I stroked my lips all around my clit, careful to obey his orders, I was still afraid of what exactly his punishment was. "Leave your bra on, but take out your tits and suck on your nipples, one at a time, slowly." I obeyed. I could feel my clit throbbing, begging for me to pay it some attention. I pulled one tit out, had the nipple almost to my mouth and Nathan said "No, take them both out." I pulled the other out and squeezed it, and put it slowly to my mouth. My tongue flicked out for my nipple and I moaned. I sucked on it hard and slowly, and licked around my areola. I pushed the other one up to my face and sucked the nipple hard into my mouth, flicking it with my tongue. My left hand reached out and grabbed my knee. Fuck this felt so good. He repositioned himself on the couch, and started absentmindedly stroking his hand over his hard cock on top of his boxers. He looked down at my pussy and said, "I want you to stroke your little clit. It's clearly begging for attention.. But if you dare cum, you will be punished." I whimpered and thought to myself "nothing to worry about... I can't make it happen, no matter how I try.." and found my clit. Electricity shot through my clit. I moaned loudly and threw my head back onto the arm of the couch. I swirled my finger in urgent circles around my clit and heard "stop." No! I didn't want to stop. I kept swirling my finger and he said "This is your first warning, Cass." I stopped, worried. "Wa-warning for wh-what?" I asked. He just smiled and said, "You'll find out if you get three, now won't you?" I swallowed hard and tried to concentrate on what was happening. This was the closest I had ever been to cumming. I wanted to make it happen, but I was afraid of what his punishment would be if I did anything he disapproved of. He stood up and walked into his room. I didn't know if I should follow, but I was glad I hadn't gotten up when he came back carrying a small shoe box. He sat it down on the coffee table and looked at me. "Have you ever played with toys before, Cass?" "No.." I said, slightly apprehensively. "Would you like to?" he said, looking at me, with his hands on the lid of the box. "What kind of toy?" I asked. He lifted the lid and pulled out an 8 inch cream dildo. It was a perfect replica of a penis, complete with testicles. He handed it to me and turned in his seat. "Pull your heels up so that you're practically sitting on them with that beautiful ass of yours.." I moaned and obeyed, slightly worried about what was going to happen next. "Slide the dildo up and down the lips of your pussy from the bottom to your clit really slowly, to get it nice and wet. I'll tell you when to stop." I grasped the dildo in my right hand and began trailing it up and down my slit, moaning as I dragged it across my now pitifully swollen clit. He stopped me. "Slowly drag it back down and this time I want you to insert it into your pussy." My breath caught in my throat. I'd never done this before but I immediately abandoned the panic and obeyed. I dragged the dildo slowly down my pussy, hesitating slightly as I reached the opening, and pushed it in. My thighs shook and I moaned. I looked him in the eye, waiting for more direction, afraid of what he'd make me do as punishment if I didn't obey. "Slowly pump it in and out of your pussy, I'll tell you when to stop. My hand pushed and pulled, over and over, slowly, until I was sure I was going to cum. I let out a moan and thrust my hips forward. "Pull the dildo out of your pussy and lay it on your stomach." I reluctantly obeyed and stared at him, humping the air between us. "Push your feet toward me, part your thighs so I can see, and stroke your clit. But don't you dare let yourself cum. I'm serious about punishing you if you disobey.." He trailed off My hand found my clit before he even got the sentence out. I swirled my middle finger quickly around my clit, arching my hips and moaning. Suddenly and abruptly he said, "Stop." Nathan & Cass Ch. 01 Fuck! That felt so good, and I wanted more, but I stopped. "Press your feet back up to your ass, spread your legs more, and fuck yourself with the dildo." I obeyed and fucked myself for what seemed to be 100 years. It was probably realistically 3 minutes. I felt hot all over, and my thighs had started to quiver. Just as expected, he stopped me. "Your nipples are being grossly neglected. I think that should be your second warning. Now, be a good little slut and suck on them for a while. Leave your pussy alone." "Sssecond warning? I said, dumbfounded, still grasping the dildo between my legs. "I've done everything you've told me to do." "Are you arguing with me? Would you like me to just skip strike three and punish you, Cass?" He smiled as he said it, his hand still stroking his hard cock. "No!" I said quickly and started to obey. "That's an obedient little slut." I heard him say. I sucked on my nipples and traced my tongue around my areolas and squeezed my tits, until my nipples got so sensitive I could barely flick them with my tongue without my pussy clenching up tightly and my clit throbbing in agony. I was afraid of doing something wrong and earning my third and final warning. What was his punishment going to be? He broke my thought by saying "How badly do you want to cum, Cass?" "So badly. Please. I-I'm so close." "Strike three." He said a little too much pleasure. I looked at him bewildered and said, "What did I do?" But he just snickered and stood up. "Get on your knees and face the back of the couch." He barked. He handed me the dildo and told me to shove it inside me. "I'm going to put my left arm under your tits for leverage. I want you to shove one of your tits in your mouth and suck on it, hard. Play with your clit with one hand, and pump the dildo with the other." My knees almost buckled at the thought of all of that happening at once. I moaned. "Wait. What's my punishment?" I stammered. I was kind of scared. "You'll see.." He said flatly. I didn't care. I started fucking myself with the dildo and sucking my tit wholly into my mouth, and swirling my finger around on my clit. "Does that feel good?" I heard in my left ear. I just nodded and bucked my hips. All of a sudden I felt a hard slap across my ass. Lightning jolts shot through me. "You didn't listen to me, Cass. You were a bad slut." Another slap. My legs almost buckled. I moaned loudly and abandoned my tit. The only thing keeping me from falling flat on my face was his strong arm, pressed against my ribcage. I felt his hand make hard contact with my ass again. "Did I tell you to stop sucking on your nipples?" Another slap. He used his arm and bent my hips forward, and pushed my legs almost closed. I moaned and hoped he wasn't going to make me stop. "Stop fucking yourself with the dildo. Just leave it inside you and focus on your clit. I want you to make yourself cum." he whispered into my left ear. Slap. I was so horny. This was too much. Slap. I swirled my finger longingly around and around my clit. I moaned loudly and grabbed his arm with my left hand to steady myself. His hand made hard contact with my ass again, and I felt hot electricity all through my body. I let out a deep cry as my thighs started shaking. I could feel his hard cock pressed against the side of my left ass cheek, and he'd apparently abandoned his boxers. My finger worked furiously, as another slap came in contact with my ass. I dug my nails into his arm as a wave of pleasure hit me, surely I was close to teetering over the edge. Another slap made contact with my skin, and I was sure that what I was experiencing was an orgasm. My entire body felt like it was on fire as my clit spasmed rhythmically under my finger. Loud moans came from my mouth as I bucked my hips back and forth. I was having my first orgasm. I cried out, as another slap made contact with my ass, and every fiber of my body felt like it was floating up into nirvana. I wanted to collapse against the couch but Nathan was still grasping me tight, jerking his cock with the other hand. "Get on all fours and spread your ass cheeks." He growled. I slid face first into the couch and used both hands to spread my ass open. A few seconds later I felt warm liquid spurting onto my asshole and Nathan was moaning. (To be continued. . .) Nathan & Cass Ch. 02 (This is part 2 of Cass and Nathan's story. Though this story will make sense and stands alone without part 1, I think that it would be better enjoyed after reading part 1 Whatever you decide, I hope you enjoy!) May I, Please? I have lived in Seattle for 2 years now. I'm a third year college student, trying to get my bachelor's degree in physics. My life had always been pretty simple, but that was before I met Cass. We met in the apartment building I still live in, the summer before my freshman year. She and I became friends after a chance meeting in the laundry room. But to truly understand our story, we'll have to go back a couple of years, to a night in the Fall of my freshman year.. It was the second week of classes and life was a bit hectic. I didn't have many friends yet, aside from the hot, insatiable 18 year old girl that used to live upstairs. We'd had one hot steamy night a month and a half ago, in which she masturbated in front of me, and had her very first orgasm. If that wasn't enough to keep a guy interested, I don't know what was. It was a cold, rainy, Friday night – in other words a typical Seattle night. Anyway, I was coming home from studying in the library, drenched in rain and completely exhausted. I walked over to the elevator and punched the button to go upstairs. I heard the familiar ding, and waited, somewhat impatiently. I clambered into the elevator and punched the number 9 for my floor. "Finally," I thought. "Warmth and comfort and a bed." The elevator stopped at my floor, and I exited and walked to my door. The room was a bit chilly when I entered, but still as comfortable as I'd left it 15 hours ago. I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into my bed. Thoughts of my gorgeous neighbor flooded my mind. She was unbelievable. She had the darkest hair I'd ever seen naturally on a girl that pale. She wore it long and curly, and it always smelled of fresh flowers. Her name was Cassidy, or Cass, as she preferred to be called. She'd moved out of her apartment 2 days before classes started to live in a dorm. I hadn't seen much of her in the past three weeks because between packing and moving and adjusting to campus life, she'd been busy. I'd called her a few times, but had gotten the feeling she was avoiding me. I lay staring up at my ceiling, suddenly unable to sleep. Cass and I had developed a "friends with benefits" relationship over the summer but we hadn't gone farther than mutual masturbation and making out. The closest I had got to touching her during one of our sessions was the first night when I told her to get on all fours and spread her ass so that I could blow my load all over her asshole. My dick stirred in my pants at the memory. I leaned over the bed and onto the floor and dragged the pants I'd just removed closer to the bed, so I could grab my cell phone. I debated texting Cass, to see if she wanted to come over, but that sounded cheap. Maybe I could see if she wanted to hang out tomorrow. "Blah." I said aloud. Giving up, I tossed my phone onto the pillow next to me and tried to sleep. I awoke at 3:00AM, to the sound of my doorbell. I pulled a shirt over my head and stumbled to the door. I opened it to the sight of a short, petite, black haired girl. Cass. She was dressed in tight pajama pants and a white thin strap tank top, and she was completely drenched. I could see her perfect nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt. I felt a jerk in my boxers and tried to stand in a different position, to mask it. She smiled as I yawned and said "Sorry to wake you.. I couldn't sleep.. You wouldn't believe the sound the rain makes on those old dorm roofs." I waved her in and closed the door. "Don't you own an umbrella, Cass? You're completely soaked. Let me get you some warm clothes." I walked into my room and grabbed a white undershirt and a pair of my basketball shorts. I stepped out of my room to find Cass shivering in the middle of my living room. I handed her the clothes and she put them on. They swallowed her whole, of course. "Do you want to come lay in my bed? I'm kind of beat." She smiled and said "Sure." I stripped off the shirt I'd put on to answer the door and flopped down on the bed, and she lay beside me. I didn't know what the protocol was here. Did I hold her? Did we make out? I decided to let her call the shots. A minute or so later, Cass had scooted over and laid her head on my chest and had begun to lazily trace her fingers over the hair on my stomach. She kissed my chest and slowly inched her hand lower, until she found the waistband of my boxers. She tugged them gently, and I lifted my hips and obliged. Her hand found my cock almost immediately, and started massaging it, slowly. By now, I was almost completely hard, which is how I usually responded to a few moments like this with Cass. I didn't know what she was playing at. We'd never actually been like this, together in a bed. Most of our encounters had been on the couch in my living room, and even then, we'd just masturbate together, or simply make out. She got out of bed and slid her shorts down, revealing a black and white polka dot thong. She slid into bed next to me, but instead of lying back down on her side, she slid her thigh over my crotch and sat down on my lap. What was she doing? We had never gone this far. I tried to remain calm. "Cass..." I started, but she put her hand to her mouth and said "shhhh," and smiled. She started grinding her pelvis on my cock and I could feel that she was already wet through her thong. God, that felt good. I wanted to rip that small piece of fabric off her perfect little ass and take her right here. It took everything I had in my body to just lay perfectly still and see what her endgame was. She pulled the shirt over her head and her perky naked breasts bounced in my face. I slid my hands to her hips, with my fingertips grasping her ass, and she leaned forward to kiss me. Her tongue tasted like warm cherries. It was intoxicating. She put her hands on my chest and grinned malevolently, then brought her mouth down to my stomach and began kissing, leaving a trail from my abdomen to my chest. She traced the tip of her tongue up to my neck, and I could barely contain myself. My grip on her ass tightened, and she let out a soft giggle. She stopped and I felt her breath, quick and hectic, close to my ear. "Do you want me, Nathan?" She moaned her familiar moan, while I grunted and tightened my grip on her tight little ass. The only syllables I was able to form were guttural, but I somehow managed to choke out "yes." She shook her head and bit my earlobe. She plopped herself down beside me, pulled the comforter over us both, turned her ass towards me and fell asleep. As much as I liked this girl, all that was running through my head right now was "fucking cock tease." I went to my bathroom to finish myself off, then came back to bed and fell asleep. *** The next morning, Cass played coy and innocent, and said she had to go to the library to do homework, and she'd be back over that afternoon. I busied myself all day with cleaning around the apartment, taking a shower, and catching up on reading for my intro to ethics class. At 5:30, I heard a knock at my door. I answered it to find Cass, standing in tight white shorts that barely covered her ass, a tight black thin strapped tank top, knee high multicolored striped socks, and black sneakers. Her hair was misty and frizzy from the weather out. She was holding a pizza and two restaurant cups of soda. She grinned when she saw me practically ogling her cleavage. "Are you going to invite me in?" she asked, playfully. I moved to one side and allowed her in. "Aren't you cold in that?" I asked. "Not really, I'm used to Rhode Island winters, and this doesn't even compare." She plopped down on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and took a slice of pizza. "Want one?" She held out one for me. I took the pizza from her and chewed slowly, wondering how this night was going to go. I sat down beside her and this seemed to be an invitation for her to climb into my lap. God, I hoped she didn't get me hot and bothered and then just stop and go to sleep. We started making out few minutes later and she tossed her top behind my couch. I smoothed my hands across her naked breasts and cupped them firmly in my palms. I could hear her breath quicken and her kisses became slightly more urgent, but I didn't reciprocate; tonight I wanted to call the shots. I gently pinched her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she pulled her mouth away from mine and moaned. I bent my head down and pulled the other nipple into my mouth and sucked on it and felt her hand reach up to my head and grab a handful of my hair. I licked a trail from her tits to her throat and felt her grinding against my cock. It was rock solid by now. I knew Cass's weaknesses. She liked to be controlled 99% of the time, and I knew just how to do it. I slid my fingertips gently up and down her back, while kissing and sucking and tugging on her breasts with my mouth. She moaned loudly and leaned closer into me. It took all I had in me to be patient and take it slow, because I was still unsure of how far she wanted to take this, and I wanted to make sure I teased and tortured her properly for what she'd done last night. She whimpered into my ear and pulled her body closer to me, her crotch pressing against my abdomen. I placed my hand on her hip and firmly but slowly moved her back to where she'd been sitting a few moments ago, and heard her whimper as her pussy came in contact with my cock. She stood from my lap, pushed down her shorts and white thong, and disappeared into my room. I quickly discarded all of my clothing and followed her. I found her lying in the middle of my bed, quickly stroking her clit. I immediately removed her hand and said "you know better than that, Cass.." She looked at me challengingly and said "What are you going to do? Punish me?" and smiled. I spread her legs and began rubbing her clit with my index finger. She arched her back and moaned, "Please, Nathan, don't stop." I stopped and pulled my hand away and closed her thighs, grinning. She wasn't going to get away with showing up at dawn and teasing me like she did. She moved her hand to her clit and I pulled it away, above her head, and moved my body so it was positioned directly above her. I could feel my cock poking the top of her clit. She looked me in the eye; apparently she hadn't been expecting this. I stayed still, in case I'd gone too far, and let her make the next move. She bent her head up to kiss me, and positioned her thighs so they were around my hips. My cock slid further down her pussy, and I angled my hips backward to keep from entering her. I moved my hand between her thighs and found her clit and started stroking it in soft circles. Her breath quickened and then caught in her throat. I removed my hand and heard her sigh, exasperatedly. I chuckled. I rolled off of her and plopped down onto the bed beside her. She raised her head and said "what? Is that it?" looking harassed. I crossed the room over to my dresser, opened the top drawer, pulled a condom from between some socks, and tossed it on the bed. Cass looked up at me, innocently. I crossed my arms, leaning against my door and said, "Do I need that?" I was prepared to give Cass whatever she wanted, even if she only wanted to masturbate while I watched. Apparently the only time she was ever able to get off was when I took control and told her how to please herself. I desperately wanted to be buried inside of her, and though she loved to be ordered around, I knew that this was a time to let her be in charge. At least until she decided what she wanted. She picked up the condom and toyed with it between her fingers, contemplating what I had just asked her. She shifted on my bed and said, "I don't know, do you need it?" Grinning. I resisted the urge to groan. "This isn't a decision I get to make, Cassidy. We can fool around in my bed with you flicking with your clit or fucking yourself with whatever dildo we have on hand, but this.. this is different. I can't force you do anything.. Not if I'm actually going to be a part of it. " I said. She met my eyes and I can tell there was a burning desire deep within her. The grin left her face and she tossed the condom to her right and slid directly in the middle of the bed into a sitting position. I held my breath, wondering where we went from here. She looked up at me, her aquamarine eyes full of desire and simply said, "You need it." It took all I had in me not to dive into my bed and ravage her right then. I slowly walked to the bed and sat to her right, leaning in to kiss her full on the mouth. I dragged my hand gradually across her abdomen and rested my hand on her left hipbone. She shifted impatiently in my bed and I could tell that she wanted me to dive right in, as it were. I didn't want to rush this. I wanted to savor every moment because the opportunity might not come around ever again. I slid my hand deliberately down her thigh, this time resting it gently on her pussy. Her breath caught and she raised her hips, wanting more. I used my index finger to trace her outer lips gently as she writhed, clearly getting even more impatient with my chosen pace. I let my finger slip into her folds and found her clit. She moaned loudly this time and her hand made contact with my back. I traced soft circles on her clit until her thighs became rigid and she arched her back, then I stopped. I knew that she was close to cumming but I wanted to drag it out a bit longer. She looked up at me, clearly disappointed, but didn't speak. I fumbled around for the condom and tore it open, rolling it onto my aching cock. I slid in between Cass's thighs and rested the head of my cock just above her clit. Taking one nipple into her mouth I massaged the other with my fingers, alternating between pinching, pulling, and gently tracing its outline. Cass moaned and wrapped her thighs around my hips. I trailed kisses from her breastbone to her left ear, nibbling on her earlobe. I pressed my lips against her ear and breathed, "Do you want it?" Her grip on my hips tightened and she moaned, "Yes." I leaned forward and rested my hands on either side of her head preparing to shove my cock deep into her pussy but realized that something didn't feel right. I rolled to the side of the bed and stood up, trying to shake the feeling. Before Cass recognized what happened I quickly said, "This bed is uncomfortable. Let's move to our usual spot on the couch." I grabbed lube from my dresser and she obliged by following me into the living room. I sat down in the middle of the couch and spread my legs wide. Without instruction she sat in my lap facing me, her huge tits on either side of my face. She roughly thrust against me and my cock was dangerously close to sliding inside her but I was beyond caring about making it last at this point. She leaned forward placing my cock onto her clit. A moan escaped my lips as I squeezed her ass with my left hand. Quickly and deliberately Cass thrust toward my hips and my cock slid deep into her pussy at last. Her tight pussy felt amazing as it began sliding up and down the shaft of my pulsating cock. I squeezed her ass tighter as her pace quickened. Her tits bounced furiously in my face and I knew I wouldn't last long at this pace but I was far too deep into pleasure to tell her to slow down. I used my right hand to locate her clit and began flicking my thumbnail quickly over it. I heard "Oh god," from above my head and knew I had found the right spot. Her pace had slowed slightly but I knew that I wouldn't last five more minutes, if that. Her pussy was so wet and soft. My thumbnail flicked faster and Cass moaned, "Ohh, please. Don't stop." I slapped her ass with my left hand while continuing to pleasure her with my thumb. She arched her back, thrusting harder onto my cock and making her swollen clit more visible. I could tell that in a few seconds more she'd reach her orgasm. I slapped her ass again and slowed my pace on her clit practically to a halt. She half panted half moaned, "No! Don't stop!" I slapped her ass much harder this time and said, "Don't tell me what to do. I'll decide when you get to cum and if you argue I will drag it out much longer." She looked angry and thrust harder against me. Taking control of her orgasm had effectively calmed me and I knew I would last a bit longer. I ignored her clit for several minutes and instead focused on slapping her ass. Each slap caused Cass to arch her back and moan loudly. God she turned me on so fucking much. I popped open the lid to the lube with my right hand and recklessly squeezed a bit into my fingers. I felt around to her ass and rubbed the lube there. I spanked her a few more times before stroking my fingers at the top of her crack. I traced down and slowly began petting between her cheeks. I rubbed her asshole in the same soft circles as I'd rubbed her clit in before as I watched her squirm. She arched her back farther this time and reached up to squeeze her right tit. I dragged my finger up and down slowly between her cheeks with my right hand and slapped her ass again with my left. I reached again for the lube and squeezed more out onto my fingers. Cass bucked harder against my hips and said, "That feels so good." I slid one finger into her asshole and said, "Do you want to cum?" "Yes." She moaned and thrust furiously onto my cock. I slapped her ass again with my finger resting firmly inside her ass. "I'll bet you do. I don't think I should let you, though.. You haven't even said please.." She put both hands on either of my shoulders and yelled, "Please, oh god, please!" I slapped her ass 3 times quickly and said, "Suck up," While shoving another lube soaked finger into her asshole. I began slowly thrusting my fingers in and out of her asshole while maintaining a firm grip on her right hip. She moaned louder the deeper my fingers went in. By the time her asshole had swallowed my fingers whole I could feel her pussy dripping on my thighs. I slapped her ass cheeks again with my left hand then used it to spread her ass apart. Cass was riding my cock frantically at this point. She lowered her head and barely formed the words, "Can I cum? Please?" I laughed maliciously and said, "I don't know, can you?" I shoved a third finger completely into her asshole. She moaned deeply this time and I felt her nails dig into the flesh on my shoulders. "M-may I cum?" She asked, timidly. I thrust my fingers quickly in and out of her asshole. This time her moan was barely audible and I felt her pussy gush onto my thighs. I smiled, knowing that she had just squirted and slapped her ass harder this time. I was now pounding her asshole with three fingers and she was so lost in pleasure that all she could do was rock quickly back and forward while soft moans escaped her lips. I slid my left hand around and found her clit and flicked it for five seconds. She whimpered and her thighs trembled so badly I thought she was going to collapse. I laughed and asked her, "Does that feel good?" She somehow managed to respond with, "God, yes." I slid my hand back around to her ass and slapped her hard. "I expect better manners from you, Cass." She whimpered again as another hard blow came in contact with her ass. "I-I'll try to be more polite." She whispered. I slapped her ass cheek again and growled, "Trying is not enough! When I ask you if you want something, I expect you to say 'may I, please?' and when I ask you if something feels good you better respond with 'yes, sir.' If I allow your clit to be touched you better fucking say 'Thank you, sir.' Do you understand me?" Nathan & Cass Ch. 02 She moaned as I slapped her ass several times and muttered, "yes, sir." I rewarded her by briefly returning my finger to stroke her clit and replied, "That's a good girl." Cass arched back and screamed out, "Oh, fuck!" I immediately pulled my finger away from her clit and slapped her ass. She leaned forward, her legs trembling, and collapsed onto my chest. Her breath was ragged as she pleaded, "Please, I don't think I can take much more. May I please cum?" I could feel my own orgasm rising as I pounded my fingers deeper into her asshole and said, "Flick your clit slowly. I feel that you are trying to cum too quickly I will force you to stop." She groaned, "Thank you, sir" before she thrust her hand down to her pussy. Her little finger moved slowly and I knew that it was torturing her. I squirted more lube between her ass cheeks and pounded harder. She moaned a deep, guttural moan and bucked harder onto my throbbing cock. "How does that feel, Cass?" I whispered. She moaned another guttural moan and whimpered, "It feels amazing, sir." My dick lurched at her obedience. I pounded her asshole harder with my fingers. I could feel myself about to go over the edge. I slapped her ass and said, "Make yourself cum." She grunted and barely managed to say, "Thank you, sir," before furiously stroking her clit. I pounded her ass harder as she arched her hips toward me and flicked her protruding clit. She grinded her hips onto my cock as I felt her pussy gush onto my thighs again. This time she yelled, "FUCK! I'M ABOUT TO CUM!" and thrust herself onto my cock faster. I slapped her ass then spread her ass cheeks open so I could shove my fingers into her asshole farther. Her nails were so deep into my shoulder that I was sure blood would drip as soon as she pulled them away. She thrust eagerly onto my cock while her finger flailed desperately on her clit. I sucked her right nipple into my mouth and slapped her ass cheek one final time. Cass's entire body shook and I felt her begin to cum from deep inside her pussy. She quivered and shook and panted while digging her nails deeper into my shoulder. My cock couldn't last anymore and I quaked as my own orgasm rocked me to the core. I removed my fingers from Cass's asshole and slid her off me. She moaned and flopped to my left onto the couch and panted, "Holy fuck that was amazing." I was speechless but responded with a guttural sound that somewhat resembled the word "yes". She looked at the clock across the room and said, "It's getting late. I have an early class tomorrow and my roommate will be pissed if I stumble in and wake her up after midnight. I'll see you tomorrow." (To be continued. . .)