Reward fic: Cass/Cassie

“It’s nicer in the bedroom, Cass,” she said, and I nodded.

“Take… me,” I said.

She undressed by the bed, where I had already laid down. My skin was warm from cooking in the suit and pink-glowing where I’d taken it off. I couldn’t take my eyes off her, not even to examine the bedroom, which was nice. The bed was an antique four-poster with a canopy top. The lighting in the room was indirect and cast slavish shadows on Cassie’s body as she undressed herself for me.

She let her pants drop. Under them she wore the strangest-looking panties I’d ever seen. Silk, and sheer black, with a lacy trimming, and nothing in the crotch except hair where I had hair. I wanted to touch her panties, to see how real silk felt, but even more I found myself gulping because I knew I also wanted to touch that hair like mine, but so different from me. To work my fingers in it to feel and caress what was lurking inside it. The hem of Cassie’s sweater began to rise and my eyes followed it.

She was tantalizingly slow in exposing her breasts. I knew she had been wearing a bra when she took me upstairs. The sweater fit her rather snugly around the back and I’d noticed the line of her undergarment. When had she taken it off? Had she come into the bathroom prepared to seduce me?

Her tits were bare under the sweater. I already knew. I’d felt her nipples stiff and perky against my skin when we kissed. They still delighted my eyes. They still tempted my fingers, my lips.

Her breasts were small and high-set on her chest. Tapering to points, capped in the tiniest little brown-red nipples I had ever seen, no bigger around than dimes. But the tips extended a long way, and they were stiff, and I rubbed my thumb against my index finger, wishing that stiff red nipple was caught right now.

She threw her sweater aside and she sidled onto the bed. One leg stretched across the mattress, the other rested on the floor. I sat up and looked down into her lap. The hair was being presented by her crotchless panties and I wanted to touch it so badly.

“Go ahead,” Cassie invited.

My hand dove into her hair, fine as spun silk. I touched it with wonder and my fingers pressed in. She had a small, tight-feeling separation. It was a soft, moist pussy, and I had only to touch it with a little insistence, for the lips to part and suck me into Cassie.

I kept pushing, expecting to feel something, but I couldn’t. She reached down, covered my hand, guided me. My finger plunged deeply, suddenly, into her dampness, and the muscles of her cunt began to suck at me, contracting in little tremors as I worked myself inside Cassie. She closed her eyes, let her head slide back, resting against my shoulder, and she worked my hand fiercely.

“There—there—there!” she moaned, and her pussy came in a crescendoing drumbeat around my finger. It must have been a very nice come because she shivered against me for almost a minute and her pussy rippled along the length of my finger. Wetness oozed from her, and it smelled like her. I sniffed, appreciating the musky sweet scent, and my arm slipped around Cassie.

She turned her head and we kissed and I knew she was thanking me. For what? I’d just wiggled my finger around. She’d done all the work. My body started to get cold and I felt awkward and strange and a little silly, sitting here on this plush bed naked, touching someone.

“Maybe I--” I said, working my finger free.

Cassie shook her head. She put her hands on my shoulders, eased me down onto the bed. I stretched out reluctantly and she started to kiss me passionately on the mouth and nipples, on my stomach and in my armpits. Her tongue glided across my skin and it tickled, but I didn’t feel any other response.

“Is something wrong?” Cassie asked, raising her head from my tits. “You feel cold.” She put her fingers against my cheek. “You feel very cold.”

“You should’ve done… this with Tim. I’ve seen you. Seen him. You both… want.”

“Cassandra, take it from Cassandra,” she said softly. “I felt your body heating, and your nipples throbbed, and you kissed me when I kissed you. As much as I want him, I wanted this and so did you.”

“Didn’t want this,” I said.

Her eyes widened like she’d been electrocuted. “What?”

“Wanted… more.”

So she gave me more.