Her pleas don’t go unheard as I lift her from my cock, soaked from her wet slick. “Get to the edge of the bed Cassidy, one leg on the bed.” I don’t ask, seeing how much she enjoyed my instructions earlier, bossy or not. Rounding behind her, in a slowlick I run my tongue up the back of her cunt and push my tongue deep inside of her as I grip my aching cock.
“Fuck.” She tastes so fucking good. I pull back and blow cool air against her tender flesh and watch as she shivers. “Such a pretty pink pussy.” Spreading her wide open, I thrust into her to the hilt, knowing that I’m hitting the spot that is going to send her over. I pump into her, my balls slapping her pussy before I pull her up and against me. Wrapping my arm over her shoulder and around her chest, I grab one of her breasts as my other hand dips low, stroking her clit. The sounds of skin slapping echoes off the walls of the room. “Soak this dick Baby, let me have it,” I almost beg her, before giving her pussy one quick slap.
“Jameson!” she screams my name and does exactly like I ask. The pain and pleasure mingling together is evident in the whimper of her voice. If I could have this moment on repeat for the rest of my life I would be a happy man. I find my own release quickly as her walls squeeze around me and we both fall to the bed, catching our breaths.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, Babygirl,” I say to her, getting up from the bed as I go to her bathroom. I wouldn’t have known it was there if it wasn’t for a tiny night light illuminating the room.
“There are hand towels underneath the cabinet, to the right,” she shouts from the bed, her voice pleasurably exhausted and I follow her instructions. Turning on the water, I allow it to heat before wetting the white towel. Slipping in and out quickly, I meet her back on the bed, cleaning up our mess that feels more like a masterpiece. We lie in each other’s arms for a while, enjoying the moment as our breaths mingle together. Every single missed interaction leading us to this moment leaves me feeling drunk off Cassidy. I run my hand up and down her side, her body is lush as I give soft squeezes here and there as she nuzzles deeper into my side.
“I’m starving and I need to pee.” She laughs, untangling herself from my arms and rushing to the bathroom. I think about the night we’ve had together and I don’t want it to be over yet.
Her moans are my new favorite sounds and I will do everything in my power to continue to hear them. Kneading my thumb deeper into the arch of her bare foot, I watch as her head drops back against a satin covered pillow on her bed.
“If you keep making faces like that, I’m going to have to do more to you than rub your feet.”
She smirks at me before snatching another dumpling from the container of takeout we ordered after she came out of the bathroom. When I walked in with the food, she slid her laptop into the drawer of her nightstand and put a bed tray on the top of her duvet so we could enjoy our food bundled up together in the blankets.
This is the kind of woman I enjoy seeing. One comfortable in who she is, in her home. She came out of the bathroom in an oversized t-shirt and shorts so small, I was sure they were really panties but she refused to confirm. Feigning innocence we both know she doesn’t have, or need for that matter. I love it, it’s cute as hell.
“There is no way they based this off reality. My firemen don’t go to these type of lengths!” Her head drops back in laughter at my thoughts on her favorite television fire drama. Neither of us wanted the night to be over, and why should it be. There is no place I would rather be than here, getting to know another piece of my girl. We agreed I would order take out while she picked a show for us to watch. And now I’m sitting wondering how I amgoing to catch up on eight seasons. “And look at him! He has slept with several women and somehow still has the energy to scale a building. No.”
“I’ll have you know this is the number one show on right now. It won an Emmy! Or some award…” she says in mock anger.
“This can’t be real.” Throwing my hands in the air, I point at the television. “He’s the one who started the fire in the first place.”
She wiggles her toes at me and I continue massaging her foot before Captain Save-a-Hoe rescues another damsel in distress. As a commercial comes on, she turns to look at me.
“Why is it we never spent time together in high school? With you and Janelle being so close it’s wild that we weren’t friends.” Her question would have surprised me if I hadn’t been thinking it myself over the last couple weeks.
I remember seeing her often while in school but I never got the nerve to introduce myself. Teen hormones will do that to a guy. She was beautiful, but there always seemed to be this underlying pain resting just behind her eyes. I’ve seen it every so often since the reunion and I want to find out what it is, so I can remove it. Even when I joked with Janelle in high school, the moment I spotted Cassidy heading towards us, my nerves would get the best of me and I’d find a reason to excuse myself. By the end of high school it seemed like whatever opportunity I may have dreamt up…was long gone. At least in my mind. But it’s easy to talk myself out of something great when I am not confident.
“Honestly, I was nervous as hell.” Rubbing the back of my neck, I allow myself to be vulnerable with her, it’s not something I share often with others. But I don’t want to hold back with her. “I was always the funny friend and you were this sight to behold, and I very much didn’t want to be just your friend. I also think it had a lot to do with timing. It never felt like I had the opportunity to approach you on my terms.”
“Oh please, you could have come up to me whenever you wanted!” She wiggles her eyebrows, lightly swatting at my arm before I tickle the bottom of her foot.
“I wish I could say that was true, but I was nervous. I had no experience with girls back then. Honestly, my game was weak and I wasn’t the type who focused on impressing girls. I really just wanted someone to like me for me.” I rub the back of my neck again as my nerves get to me. “Why didn’t you ever approach me?”
“I guess you’re right about the timing thing. I had a lot going on and even more so after high school.” She takes a deep breath then and I know whatever she is about to say next is going to be hard for her, so I take the chance to pull her into me. Wrapping my arms around her, she eases herself between my legs and rests her head on my chest. “After my parents passed, I was lost to grief and the only thing holding me together was my anger.” Her voice breaks on the last word and I give her a moment to gather herself before she continues.
“My parents worked a lot, so when I was sixteen I decided to move in with my grandmother. It was better than being alone all the time and it was easier to get to school. Besides, I was sixteen, so it wasn’t like they were missing out on anything but teen angst, you know?” She releases a breath that sounds more like a breathless sigh than a laugh. “Anyway, they left for a weekend business trip, which was normal for their line of work. They were both executives at a large healthcare company, so it wasn’t anything that I felt like I needed to get back home for.” She snuggles in a bit deeper. “When they didn’t call me later that night, I just…I just knew something awful had happened. I’m sorry, this is not how I planned on this night going.” She wipes at her eyes while turning to face me.
“Never apologize for sharing with me. I want to know who you are, all of you. And that includes knowing them.” Her chestnutcurls bounce as she shakes her head. “If you want to continue, I’m here to listen.”
“Okay.” She leans over and grabs the lavender-colored, glass carafe from her nightstand, pouring herself some water. “When I got home from school that day, my grandmother and the police were waiting for me. My parents were involved in a car accident, someone had hit them. The driver was a young guy, he apparently had too much to drink and wasn’t paying attention. The police also confirmed he was texting and dropped his phone in his drunken foolishness. He reached down to grab his phone and in that moment the light turned red and he careened into them.”
“Oh Babygirl, I’m so sorry.”
“Yeah, they…they never made it to the hospital. They died on the scene. The officers said it was quick and they were lucky, but what’s fucking lucky about that?” Her sniffles call me to action, lifting her into my lap fully so I can hold her properly. “I don’t really understand why I was so angry to begin with. They were never home. I guess, I just wished I had had more time with them. More time with them being alive.”
For a long while I sit there and rub her back, allowing her to get it all out and give her space to share. We sit like this for minutes or hours, until eventually she cries herself to sleep. It’s clear her parents were more focused on work than spending time with their daughter—I imagine it’s hard to balance life. Once a child enters this world, they should feel loved, welcomed—whole. But it seems like Cassidy’s parents had forgotten about her all together, allowing her to just exist in their lives rather than living it with her. I want to be angry with them, to rip them a new one and let them know how much this beautiful woman should have always been their top priority. That doesn’t matter, not really, they’re gone and she has had to be the one to pick upthe pieces—to figure out how to become a whole person on her own.
As gently as I can, I lie her down in her bed, tucking her in beneath the soft duvet and make my way towards the bathroom.
“Are you leaving?” Her voice is a soft whisper.
“I wouldn’t leave without telling you first. I was heading to the bathroom.”
“Will you stay?”
