Chapter One: Tuesday

". . . so we need your input. The division is struggling slightly. It seemed to have lost its focus . . ."

I checked my watch. Two seventeen. I needed to leave. Jerry Steinholm, an early sixties graying but fit man and the Chief Executive Officer of Trans-Path Technologies, was sitting across from me being very sincere. He'd bought my company over a decade ago to gain the intellectual property and patents for mass data routing through optic pulse technology and paid handsomely for it.

". . . and as a result, our competitive advantage has been eroded by a couple of Asian companies. We're worried that, should we not . . ."

"Jerry," I interrupted, leaning forward and putting my elbows on the slightly cluttered desk, "it's been too long. I've been away from it for too long. I don't think I can help you."

"Finn," he said in a lower voice, "at least help us overcome this new distortion we're experiencing in the flux-modulated wave pattern. If they can sort it out we'll be light years ahead of the competition." He leaned forward, uncrossing his leg, his gray suit pants perfectly pressed, black leather Italian loafers polished and shining.

"I've gotta go, Jerry. Sorry. Listen," I said rising, "I'll give it some thought and let you know."

Jerry stood and held his hand out, manicured nails and all. "That's all I ask. We'll pay you well, Finn."

I grinned. "If I do it, you'll pay through the nose, trust me."

After hustling him out of my office I took the elevator to garage level B and found my old Acura Vigor. I knew I was going to help Jerry just for the fun of it. I was bored with simply playing the International money markets. Trading was fun, sort of like legalized gambling, and when you made the right bet the profits were jaw-dropping. When you didn't . . . oh well. I was successful sixty-eight point three percent of the time; thank you Greece.

Exiting the Bay Street office building I headed south, fighting my way through mid-day Toronto city traffic congestion until I hit the Gardner Expressway. My mind was on Cassandra, Cassie. What did she want? Asking me to meet her after school in the local McDonalds was strange. She knew she could drop into my house anytime, any day. But ducking out of her after-school gymnastics practice was rare for her and something I didn't really approve of. Whatever she needed to see me about must be important.

Driving up the Don Valley Parkway was beautiful. Autumn was in full swing and the sinuous six-lane road let the full glory of gold, red, and yellow leaves take my breath away. Why would anyone live anywhere else? Fall in Toronto, one of the greenest cities I'd ever been in, was a visible feast for the eyes.

I made my exit at Eglinton Avenue, dropped by my home to leave the car and ten minutes later was sitting in McDonalds sipping a black coffee with a latte in front of me waiting for Cassie to arrive.

I saw her through the windows approaching the door. As I did every time I saw her, I held my breath. It was an involuntary reaction.

She had just turned fifteen years old. Her eyes sparkled like pale blue diamonds. Long, silky, honey-blonde hair with butterscotch highlights cascaded down to the middle of her slender back, starting straight at the top, parted on the right side, and transitioning into attractive soft waves. It glowed with youthful health and vitality. It was thick and the way it bounced as she walked made it appear heavy.

Well into adolescence, childish behaviour had been displaced by the onset of maturity, yet adorable remnants remained; an inadvertent giggle of pure pleasure, or a slight blush at a risqué or forward remark. She was a pretty girl inside and out. It was easy to see why boys were now paying sharp attention to her and girls watched her with green eyes of envy. Her free spirit lifted those near her - the privileged ones she graced with her attention.

To me she was an angel, a sprite. I knew the rhythm of Cassie better than any other person in the world. She moved fluidly and with grace, a testament to almost a decade of ballet classes. She held herself just so. It was unmistakable; a pose only trained ballerinas could hold; back straight, her neck long and slender, and so light on her feet she almost danced as she walked.

Her body was as slender as a reed, petite, seemingly delicate, yet utterly female. Small young breasts rode high and proud. A compact, dance-toned rump curved sensuously into endlessly long, slender legs. Adolescence had graced her with a slim waist and bony narrow hips.

When she talked her hands joined the conversation, moving like flowing water from one shape to another as they visually emphasized her words or added punctuation. Occasionally, like a restless butterfly, her fingers would alight on a forearm in a personal touch. Slender with bony wrists, her hands fit her slim arms. A thin gold chain dangled on her left wrist, a purple Swatch on her right, her fingernails carefully trimmed and shining with clear lacquer nail polish.

In my eyes she was beautiful. She was dangerously perfect; a young girl in the stunningly attractive stage between youth and maturity; sexy and forbidden and as cute as hell.

I watched her pause just inside the door, people moving around her, her face open, beautiful eyes scanning the interior. There was a freshness to her; no make-up needed. With high cheekbones and a beautiful sculpted face framed by long honey-blonde hair, she made my heart misbehave. The light-gray hip-hugging sweatpants looked good on her. Her soft lemon-yellow T-shirt draped beautifully, teasingly emphasizing the smallness of young breasts that hardly moved, seemingly so firm. I caught glimpses of her bare midriff every so often.

Some girls have a natural sultry look, a come-hither look. Some have open honesty, wide eyes. Some have pixie good looks and pure impishness in their faces. Some have naturally disapproving pouts, seeing the world as nothing but problems. And some unfortunate girls are frumpy reflecting self esteem issues. But some like Cassie have a subtle amused look, a slight natural curl to the corners of her mouth that makes her appear like she's found life entertaining; a youthful appearance that will stay with her into middle age. She was destined to be carded for a long time.

Over the last three years Cassie had blossomed mentally and physically. She had become everything I'd ever dreamed about back when I was a barely pubescent boy, or when I was a young man, and even now as an adult. She was my type. I'd also known her since she was born. I'd babysat her and finger painted with her. I'd changed her diapers, fed her, taught her to swim, and how to ride her bike. I'd drowned in her attention, her giggles, her contagious laughter and feisty stubbornness. I'd smiled and lost time in the sparkle of her pale blue eyes. And somewhere along the way, as incredible pubescence had arrived and her mature personality had formed, I'd fallen in love with her, a heavy burden I carried secretly.

Despite being thirty-eight, Cassie made me feel like I was a teenager. She brought back memories of heartache and puppy love and desire and yearning. She reminded me of the beautiful joy of innocence and the belief that anything was possible; emotions I'd forgotten as the years passed. I liked the ache she brought out in me. It reminded me I was still alive. She could make me willingly do the silliest of things.

I smiled and waved at her.

CASSANDRA SAW FINN AT a table in the far corner. She saw his wave and, smiling, she waved back. Her heart skipped again when he smiled at her. She'd known him all her life; Patrick Joseph Finn, but everyone called him Finn. Aside from Mom he was the one constant in her life. He was the one that took her to ballet class when Mom had started working a second job. He was the one that gave her a key to his house so she could visit any time and not have to enter her own lonely, empty house when coming home from school.

Wending her way towards him she looked at his sexy dark eyes, how they watched her so attentively as if she was the only person in the world that mattered to him. She liked the new silver-gray hair that had recently emerged at his temples, his dark, dark hair making silver more obvious. She liked his smile. It was open and warm and big and full of pure pleasure. It was a smile she'd only see when he'd look at her and it pleased her no end.

She knew what he smelled like; sandalwood and dark mystery. You had to be very close to smell him and he let her get that close. He let her hug him, his arms so comforting. She could press herself to him, get lost in his hug, and inhale his comforting scent. In Finn, she had discovered safety and calm and love and companionship, and recently even more. Did he know how much emotion he showed when he'd look at her with those devastating eyes? Sometimes everything around her vanished when she drowned in them.

A shiver of regret passed through her. She felt like she'd been unfaithful somehow. She wondered how he was going to react. It never entered her mind not to tell Finn.

He stood as she neared the table for two. She hugged him tight for just a moment, inhaling his comforting scent deeply, before letting her backpack slip to the floor and sitting across from him.

"How are you today, Cassie?"

"Okay." Cassandra took a sip of the latte that was waiting for her and smiled weakly. She'd suggested they meet here in McDonalds instead of her dropping in at his house. She needed people around when she told him. Why did she feel so nervous? Glancing up from her latte she saw dark expressive eyes studying her with such intensity, such acceptance, and a touch of puzzlement. Why had she done it? Because Finn never would, she thought.

She could still feel how her head had spun, alcohol making her emotions confusing. She could still feel his sloppy kisses and groping hands, in hindsight so sleazy. David had been all over her, loud thumping techno music filling the house, lights on low, and everyone pairing off or drinking or dancing drunkenly.

It had been nothing like her dreams.

She could still feel the need that had burned inside her; a need to be touched and caressed, held and loved. It had built slowly over the past few years - starting with the arrival of puberty - to the point where it hurt. It had started with dreams of Finn holding her gently, bending and kissing her, telling her how much he desired her, how much he loved her, how pretty she was.

It had evolved gradually with every gentle loving hug he gave her, the feel of his hand resting on her shoulder or arm, just touching her as if he needed her. And he'd eventually joined her in her sexy dreams, her Finn, slender and handsome and debonair, his dark eyes so full of emotion. He'd touched her gently in her dreams, caressed her sensuously, and made love to her in the quiet of the night, in her room, in her bed, her door closed, panties shoved down to her thighs. She'd held his erection and kissed him and aroused him and made him cry out her name as he climaxed with her; all in her dreams, in her most cherished, most personal moments.

Hormone-driven need inside her had built too high. Alcohol had confused her. David's dark eyes, so much like Finn's, had lowered her natural defenses. Alcohol had made her weak and unresisting and desirous and disoriented as David had groped inside her blouse, fumbled with her bra, and guided her into an empty bedroom. Alcohol and dreams of Finn had confused her. David had fumbled and partially undressed her; jeans off, panties yanked off, blouse open and bra hanging undone. A stabbing pain had robbed her of both breath and arousal when he'd taken her virginity, and with that pain, all her dreams came crashing down. It had been nothing like she'd hoped for; more furtive and sleazy; a sordid episode she wished she could forget.

Sitting in McDonalds she actually felt embarrassed for how she'd behaved. She felt dirty, a slut. She was still confused. What signals had she given David? And why hadn't she stopped herself? Why hadn't she stopped him? Had she wanted sex that badly? In the light of sobriety he was nothing like Finn. Studying Finn's deep dark eyes, her smile weakened and she once again felt a prickling of tears for cherished dreams forever lost.

I STUDIED CASSIE AS she sipped her latte. Despite the smile there was emptiness in her beautiful pale blue eyes, something one could only see from up close if you knew her well. They glistened at me echoing sadness and loss.

"Cassie, honey," I said, reaching across to take her slender, delicate hand in mine, a bead of worry emerging. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

She smiled at me weakly in a failed attempt to reassure me. I could read her moods and emotions too well. Concern built with every passing moment. This was not the carefree, happy-go-lucky Cassie I knew.

"Come on, Cassie. You can tell me anything. You know I won't judge you."

I didn't. But as she told me about the party and recounted her first time, a fury burned deep in me. I felt anger at David, even if I didn't know him. It sounded like rape to me, even if she insisted it wasn't. I saw hurt in her eyes and it was agonizing to see and not be able to take it away. Cassie's assurances that she was okay did nothing to ease my anger. Her assurances that it wasn't forced fell on deaf ears. I was furious at him. He'd taken what should have been a precious moment for Cassie, a life-long precious memory, and turned it into something rather forgotten.

And I was confused. If it was all okay like Cassie insisted, why was she so sad? Why the melancholy?

"What's really the problem, Cassie?" I asked, holding her unusually cold hand. "What's really bothering you?"

Tears welled in her pretty eyes. One slipped over to tumble down her cheek before the back of her hand brushed it away. Her voice was so soft I had to strain to hear her. "It was supposed to be you."

The din of McDonalds - the laughter and loud conversations - faded away. Beautiful pale eyes stared into my soul. The welling of her tears tore at me. My heart raced. It couldn't be. I'd heard wrong. I'd heard what I secretly desired, not what she'd said.

"I'm sorry. I don't understand," I responded, feeling confused, my heart racing.

Her hand tightened on mine. Another tear spilled and was brushed away. "Since I was eleven I've dreamed of you and me. You were supposed to be my first. It was always you and me, Finn. It was supposed to be perfect," she whispered, her moist eyes dropping to the table. "And now it's too late. I've ruined everything."

Suddenly a series of flashbacks cascaded through my mind:

Cassie at four years old, pale eyes wide with fright as she paddled in the pool, my hands slowly letting her go then catching her, a radiant smile emerging as she exclaimed, "I did it!"

Cassie at six years old, standing on my doorstep with a big toothless smile and proudly wearing her new tutu and ballet slippers, "Look, Finn, pink!"

Cassie at seven years old, obstinate, with a gorgeous frown, wearing embroidered jeans, yellow T-shirt and feet bare, her hands on non-existent hips, and refusing to clean up her toys, "It's NOT time to go home, Finn!" adding a stamp of a little foot to emphasize her determined resistance.

Cassie at eleven years old, her first performance on stage, slender, nervous and already as graceful as a swan, the radiant smile that emerged when she spotted me in the audience, her eyes never leaving mine as I imagined she danced for me, just for me.

And Cassie at twelve years old, charging into my house without knocking and waving her report card, all passes, wearing her now usual outfit, T-shirt and sweatpants, and the utter shock I'd felt when I realised Cassie had breasts, petite breasts, glorious pubescence finally arriving, only slightly late.

I'd loved her from when she was three years old. I was in love with her by the time she was thirteen.

Sitting in McDonalds staring into Cassie's beautiful moist pale eyes, seeing her sweet yearning and her sadness, seeing a beautiful young girl look at me just so, made my heart skip and chest ache.

This was a moment of truth. Was I brave enough to admit it to her? A flood of thoughts and emotions tore through me. I loved her and I desired her. It was an unacceptable attraction that three more years might make legal. The harsh truth was I wanted Cassie. I loved her. I yearned for Cassie, so sweet and pretty, so perfect, and the pressure in me to let her know was almost unbearable.

"I'm too old for you, Cassie. Old enough to be your father," I said softly, holding her delicate hand; a weak attempt at denial.

A soft sad smile emerged on her pretty face. "You've never been my dad, Finn."

"Still, I'm too old . . ."

She interrupted me. "It's always been you, Finn. Don't you know that?" Sadness returned to her, an aching sadness. "And now it's too late," she whispered, eyes falling again, withdrawing her hand from mine.

I grabbed her cold hand and squeezed it gently. I took a deep breath and hesitated for just a moment before succumbing to what I felt; the desire in me too strong. I took the plunge and spoke gently, my heart racing, incredibly nervous. "Cassie, it's never too late. Would you like to come home with me?"

I held my breath.

A hint of interest emerged; a spark of life returning to her mesmerizing moist eyes. A small smile emerged. "Us?" she asked.

I nodded. "If you'd like to, yes, us."

"You and me?" Her light blue eyes came alive. The smile widened.

I nodded again.

Her hand wiped the last of her tears. Her smile emerged, radiant on her pretty face. Latte was left as she gathered her backpack. I followed her out wending through the tables, physically shaking from what I'd just committed myself to, so completely illegal. Blindly she reached behind, her hand finding mine. She tugged.

Early autumn weather was unusually mild, cool yet warm; the Indian summer had arrived. Afternoons were T-shirt warm and evenings sweater cool. The sky was a vast blue expanse, cloudless and crystalline clear.

We walked along a street shaded by old oaks and maples with their large branches overhanging the road and fall leaves putting on a spectacular display of yellows and bright reds. Dry leaves littered the sidewalk crunching underfoot at our passing. No words were spoken. Both of us were lost in thought, an occasional squeeze of hands the only communication between us. I saw adoring eyes glance sideways at me and slip away followed by a bashful little blush. Turning, we entered our street. Semi-detached homes lined both sides mixed with more expensive detached homes. With every step my heart beat harder. With every step I felt the welcome arrival of arousal and excitement for what was about to happen, what we were about to do together. Holding her hand I led her to my semi-detached home. It didn't matter if the neighbors saw us. Seeing Cassie and I together was a sight they had grown used to over the years. Cassie's home was the semi attached to mine. She'd lived next to me her entire life.

This time when I opened the front door everything felt different. This time I was leading a beautiful girl in, a desirable girl, a girl I loved and yearned for. And as the door shut behind us and a backpack slipped to the tiled entry hall floor with a thud, I drew Cassie into my arms. It was the most perfect moment; anticipation and excitement making my heart thump and blood race.

At five-foot four, she was still almost ten inches shorter than me, the top of her head nestling under my chin. She felt beautifully petite and sexy in my arms. She felt slender and delicate, so young and desirable. Pale blue eyes in an upturned face beguiled me. A soft expectant smile curled her sensuous lips. She was gorgeous. Desire flowed through me, warm and welcoming. I grew erect. I bent. Heaven arrived.

Cassie rose onto her tiptoes to meet me. Her eyes closed as lips touched lightly and it was perhaps the best kiss I'd ever had; gentle pressure, warm silky lips, and Cassie melting in my arms, her young body pressing to me, her small firm breasts pushed to me. I felt my erection strengthen in response to her sexy, exciting murmur and sweet kiss. Jesus, I was kissing Cassie! The amazingly perfect feeling of arousal flooded though me; blood pressure rising, excitement at the anticipation of intimacy with a beautiful young girl, desire unfurling, strengthening, and lust emerging.

My hand slipped down to the base of her back, drawing her gently against me, loving the feel of her slender young body. My eyes closed. Her tongue emerged to touch my lips sending a spark of sensual pleasure through me.

And when she felt my excitement firm in my pants she pressed herself against my groin and murmured into my mouth. Her hands slid up my back to my shoulder blades holding me tight. My lips parted. My tongue touched hers. A tremor shook me when her soft moist tongue caressed mine gently, hesitantly; so sexy. Cassie tilted her head a bit more. Her mouth opened wider and suddenly my tongue was probing her mouth. She murmured and rubbed her body against me. When a small hand hesitatingly reached down between us and gently caressed the outline of my erection that jutted towards my hip, tracing its shape and rubbing softly, it was too much for me.

Trembling and feeling dizzy, I broke the kiss, such a sweet and arousing kiss; the best I'd ever experienced.

"Come," I whispered huskily, taking her hand away from my crotch and leading her to the stairs. Excitement built with every step. Leading Cassie to my bedroom was exceptionally exciting. Here I was, almost forty years old and about to make love with a fifteen-year-old beauty, a girl that had stolen my heart, a girl I'd watched grow up, a girl I desired like no other. My heart raced. Climbing the stairs had me panting and lightheaded.

The bedroom was intensely bright. Sunlight streamed through large windows. The brass bed sparkled. Pure white sheets, blankets and pillows made the room even brighter. Warm honey-coloured maple hardwood flooring added contrast and matched the built-in cabinetry. I saw none of it.

Pausing inside the bedroom door, I turned and pulled Cassie into my arms, once again excited by how slender and petite she was. She moved into me, her arms wrapping around my waist, her pretty face turned up to me shining with pure pleasure. How could this be wrong?

"You're so beautiful, Cassie" I whispered.

Her smile intensified, pale blue eyes sparkling with pleasure. Bending my head I kissed her gently at first, her beautiful pale eyes closing, lips just touching. Mouths opened. Tongues touched tentatively, just the tips. Cassie moaned again, her tongue touching my lips. I felt her hand drop to my front and shivered in anticipation. With a gentle caress she traced the erection inside my pants. My cock throbbed with need. I groaned and slipped my hands down her curved back to hold two dance-toned small buttocks, two sexy fifteen-year-old buttocks and God they were firm and beautifully shaped, petite and sexy.

Cassie's tongue became frisky probing into my mouth. My hands became adventurous and slipped inside soft cotton sweatpants to slide over her panty-clad ass. A shudder shook me. Cassie's panties felt almost silky and slippery and sexy. Suddenly my heart was thundering. I was lightheaded again. I had trouble processing. Here I was in my bedroom kissing a gorgeous young teenage girl, fondling her panties as she caressed my erection so hesitantly, so carefully. A pulse of pleasure hit me. I lost it, wanting to strip her and toss her on the bed, take her, arousal fogging my mind. I kissed her harder thrusting my tongue into her moist mouth. Then I remembered. This was about Cassie more than me. It needed to be perfect for her, a cherished memory. It was already perfect for me. With her sweet, sexy kisses, and soft touch of my cock it was already a cherished memory.

Gasping for breath, I drew away before it was too late, breaking the kiss and removing my hands from inside her sweatpants. "Good Lord," I gasped. "We have to slow down or it'll be over before we begin. Where in the world did you learn to kiss so well?"

CASSANDRA WAS TREMBLING, HER panties damp, and her breasts feeling heavy and swollen. Kissing Finn had been so sexy. Even better was feeling his erection. She'd aroused him! She'd made Finn horny! Then he'd fondled her ass inside her sweatpants and she'd felt her knees weaken and shake. This was so perfect and Finn was so yummy and his erection felt so big and exciting. This was exactly what she wanted; sexy Finn loving her.

I WATCHED A SMALL blush dust Cassie's cheeks. Was it shyness? Lifting her face with a finger, I bent and kissed her lips lightly. "Don't be embarrassed, Cassie. You kiss better than anyone I've ever kissed." Her flush intensified. Just beautiful.

"Really?" she asked.

"Yes. Really." Despite the hard erection still pressing in my pants and an aroused state that urged me to abandon restraint and act, I wanted everything to be perfect for her. Yet I had no idea what she wanted.

"You said you'd dreamed of us together, didn't you?" I asked.

"Uh-huh, I did," she answered.

"What did we do? What happened? I want this to be special for you."

Her answer hit me hard.

"It already is, Finn," she said, smiling at me, radiant and full of pleasure, her hand reaching for mine.

I smiled back at her and held her hand gently. "So tell me. I want to know. What did we do?"

Cassie's cheeks reddened. She looked down to the floor. With my free hand I lifted her pretty face up and stared into beautiful pale blue eyes. "Cassie, if you feel strongly about me, if you really want to make love with me, you should never be shy about telling me what you want. I'm not a mind reader. No secrets, okay?"

"Kay," she whispered.

I bent and kissed the edge of her mouth, an action I found extraordinarily sensual, and moved my mouth to her neck, whispering, "So tell me. What did we do in your dreams?"

Her hand dropped mine. She buried her face against me as if hiding herself would ease her embarrassment. Arms reached up around my neck. I held her gently.

She spoke so quietly I had to strain to hear and, with each word, I grew hornier, my heart rate increasing.

"We undressed and when we were naked you kissed and caressed me. I held your erection and gently stroked it. You told me . . ."

"Hold on, Cassie," I interrupt, detaching her arms and moving her away from me so I could see her. "Let's take this one step at a time. First we undress?"

"Uh-huh."

"Do I undress you?" I asked.

"Uh-huh," she answered with a nod, still slightly flushed, her eyes glittering.

"And you undress me?"

She nodded.

"Well that sounds veeeerrry sexy. Let's do it."

Cassie's eyes twinkled. She smiled and took a step back. "You first," she instructed softly, her blush darkening.

"Um, do I touch or caress when undressing you?" I asked.

She shook her head - no, her honey-blond hair swishing and shimmering.

My hands actually trembled. Cassie probably had no understanding of how erotic it was to undress her, to undress a fifteen-year-old and expose her young body. She had no idea how I'd imagined seeing her naked and wondered what her adolescence would look like.

I actually saw my hands tremble when reaching for the bottom of her lemon yellow T-shirt. A flat stomach appeared. A small innie belly button appeared with a little white gold stud piercing her. Gorgeous pale eyes stared at me intently as she raised her arms. She had this expression that made me shake; innocent yet excited and a touch shy, earnest, hopeful, and so, so sweet. Pausing with just her stomach exposed, I bent and kissed her very softly.

"Are you sure?" I asked. "This is extremely exciting for me. I've dreamed of you, Cassie."

Her eyes twinkled, a glorious smile emerging. She nodded. "I'm sure, Finn."

I lifted the T-shirt slowly, holding my breath.

She was stunning. Cassie was a woman-child, just blossoming, forbidden fruit. She was a perfect blend, slender and delicate, petite, yet all the attributes of a sensual female. Small young breasts pressed against a simple white cotton sports bra, her taut nipples outlined against the thin cotton. The darker pink of areolae was visible and stunningly sexy. I could count her ribs yet I knew it was from ballet, not starvation. She had a narrow waist. Her stomach muscles were taut, her stomach flat, and soft sweatpants stretched from small hip to small hip.

"Gorgeous," I whispered, dropping her T-shirt to the floor and reaching for her soft gray sweatpants, my cock straining in confined pants. "Ab-so-lute-ly gorgeous," I breathed more than spoke.

Cassie's smile intensified. She casually eased her white sneakers off, pushing them to the side and revealing delicate toes, toenails painted pale pink.

She didn't move; just let me do the work. Her skin was silky soft against my fingers as I slipped them inside the waist of her sweats. Taking my time, relishing every single motion, and appreciating the gift she was giving me, of baring a young teen goddess, I slipped the back down over sensually shaped buttocks, then the front, easing them down until her soft sweatpants fell to collect at her ankles.

The gasp was mine. "God Almighty!"

Plain white satiny panties stretched hip-to-hip like a suspension bridge, bikini cut; sexy. White material mounded sensually at her groin, her young pubis pressing out, plump, ripe, the material slightly distorted from pubic hair underneath. Elastic dug deep creases at the sides of her mons pubis and thighs, narrowing in a delta shape, her pussy filling the natural gap between slender legs. And my heart was racing at the sight, my cock throbbing. It was too sensual, too sexy. Cassie was perfection; young, fresh and slender with all the right curves in all the right places, just more subtle, smaller, and intensely desirable.

"Jesus you're sexy," I said with awe. "Far, far sexier than I'd imagined."

"You think so?" she asked, finally speaking, her eyes hopeful yet pleased.

"Cassie, honey, no words would do you justice. You're a . . . a . . . goddess."

Her bright smile lanced into me. "You haven't finished," she said, looking down at herself, extracting her feet from the crumpled sweatpants, the movement making her mons move in hypnotically sexual ways.

I studied her sports bra. "How do you take it off?" I asked, not seeing any clasps. Cassie smiled and raised her arms above her head. She cocked her hip, struck a pose and I almost grabbed her it was so delightfully sexy. I moved close. Trembling hands touched her bra.

The only thought that kept echoing in my brain was "Oh God, oh God." Small, youthfully firm breasts sort of jiggled as I carefully lifted the bra up over her head. They hardly moved and my-oh-my they were stunning; not quite a-cup in size with small light pink areolae that seemed slightly raised and topped with little hard nipples. Cassie's breasts were not even a handful, yet perfectly formed, proudly upright, feminine and sexy, their youthfulness intensely attractive; a perfect fit to her body.

But then I glanced down and saw the front of satiny white panties mounded out and a gap between the waist and her spectacularly flat tummy. Her panties formed a bridge stretching from hip to hip. I was physically trembling because, in the sexy gap between tummy and elastic, I could see the beginning curve of her mons and just a few wisps of light honey-blonde pubic hairs. Standing close to her I could smell her fragrance, flowers, nectar, shampoo; a bouquet of youth overlaid with a slight sexual aroma. My cock throbbed again, precum damp. I was smelling Cassie's arousal and damn!

Kneeling in front of her in worship, I couldn't restrain myself any more. Hands reaching around to cup her gorgeous compact ass, I leaned in, her intoxicating scent becoming stronger, and kissed her silken lower stomach just above little white panties. Her skin was smooth and flawless. I felt almost invisible soft body hair against my lips and I felt her stomach muscles tremble.

"Just gorgeous," I murmured, my fingertips catching the waist of her panties behind her. I kissed her tummy again and saw goose bumps emerge. Satiny panties slipped down at the back, buttocks cool against my fingers. Holding my breath, I pulled her panties down at the front and Cassie's young pussy was revealed.

It started with the thick pad of her mons emerging. Silky, glossy, soft-looking honey-blonde pubic hairs sprang out as panties slipped down. She had a gorgeous little bush, still too young and too new to fully cover her mons. It magnified her adolescent appeal yet let me see the full glory of her cleft. Cassie's scent was strong and delicious and intoxicating, hitting a spot in my mind that made me dizzy with desire. Her incredible plump pussy narrowed, her labia slightly flushed and forming a tightly closed cleft dusted with soft pubic hair. Yet I could see the tip of her clitoris held like a precious pearl by sexy labia; just the tip peeking shyly at me.

My moan sounded loud in my ears. I bent forward and kissed her sexy little bush, inhaling her intoxicating scent deeply, pubic hairs tickling my lips. I'd discovered perfection.

Hands gently pushed me away. Her feet moved and panties were kicked off and to the side.

I stood somewhat unsteadily, lightheaded, my heart racing. "Jesus Christ, Cassie," I exhaled. "You're utterly gorgeous."

CASSANDRA PUSHED FINN A couple of steps away. Her heart was pounding painfully. Her nipples ached and the cool air on her pussy told her she was wet and slippery. No one had ever looked at her the way Finn was. It was like he was worshipping her and that made her feel so sexy and proud. Unlike David, she loved exposing herself to Finn. His dark, magnetic eyes seemed hypnotized by her body and being naked in front of him Cassandra actually felt warm and proud and excited, incredibly turned on at displaying herself for him. His eyes were eating her up and she loved it!

She stepped closer and reached for the buttons on his shirt. "No. No touching yet," she said brushing his hands off her hips.

Staring up into his eyes she unbuttoned his shirt, not breaking eye contact until she slipped the shirt over his broad shoulders. She studied the sparse, soft-looking dark hair on his chest. His shirt fell to the floor.

"No, Finn. No touching!" she giggled, pushing his wandering hands away from her body again, loving the intense desire in his sexy dark eyes.

Heart racing, Cassandra combed her fingertips through his chest hair and lightly traced down to his navel. She paused briefly to play with the thin line of hair leading from his navel to his pants, soft baby hair. Fingertips found a belt buckle. Eyes stared at the bulge of his erection outlined under black pants. Her pussy clenched.

Metallic sounds seemed loud as the buckle was opened. She smiled when Finn sucked his flat stomach in to give her fingers room. Before opening his pants, she gently caressed the outline of his cock again, measuring its length, its thickness, bigger than in her dreams, and very, very exciting.

"Jesus Christ, Cassie. Don't do that," Finn gasped.

Cassandra smiled again. She liked the urgency and heat in his voice. She was the cause! She! Cassandra! How amazing was that!

A hook closure opened. A zipper sounded loud. Pants were eased down to fall at his feet, her complete attention on white boxers tenting out, a damp spot on one side, another emerging at the front. His cock moved, pulsing. She shivered. She'd done that. She'd made him big and erect and horny.

Her hands trembled as she reached for the waist. What would his cock look like? Would it be different from David's? Bigger? Smaller? Circumcised? Taking a deep tremulous breath Cassandra carefully tugged the waist of his boxers away from his stomach with one hand and reached in with the other. She was shaking with excitement. God, she was reaching into Finn's underwear! She was going to hold Finn's erection! A shiver of lust shook her when her fingers wrapped around his cock. It was beautifully thick and hard, the skin soft and warm. It felt huge in her hand. God she loved it! It was hard for her!

She needed to see it. Letting it go with a soft parting squeeze, Cassandra grabbed the waist of his boxers and tugged them down. Dark pubic hair emerged, a thick bush. His shaft appeared, thick, veins noticeable. She pushed his boxers lower and froze when his erection popped out and up. Staring, Cassandra clenched her thighs. Jesus it was big; much bigger than David's. It was circumcised, the flared tip red. Beautiful. It was a beautiful cock.

Resisting an urge to grasp it again, she pushed his boxers down and took a step back, studying Finn's naked body. He was magnificent, perfect, just what she'd imagined, except for his cock being bigger.

I WAS PHYSICALLY SHAKING inside. My erection was bobbing slightly, thick and straining and aching with need. My heart was racing. "What now?" I asked in a husky voice. "What do we do next in your dream?"

Pale blue eyes glittering with arousal glanced up at me. A beguiling smile emerged, so sweet and sexy. "When we're naked you hold me and kiss me. I hold your erection, touch you, feel and explore it. I make you moan into our kiss," she answered in a soft voice.

"No kidding I'll be moaning," I said, reaching for her.

Cassie giggled lightly and moved into my arms. I discovered heaven. Heaven was a petite naked teenage girl held to me, skin to skin. Heaven was Cassie, slender and young and soft and firm, perfect. Small, firm, widely spaced breasts pressed into me. Heaven was a young warm body molded to me, my cock aching, her sweet, pretty face upturned, pale eyes staring. Soft lips drew me. She rose onto tiptoes. We kissed.

Three things happened. Her sensual mouth opened against mine and a little moist tongue emerged to play friskily accompanied by a deep, heartfelt sexy moan of arousal and need; hers. My hands caressed a sweeping, curved, slender back to find two utterly gorgeous, sexy, firm, naked buttocks accompanied by a deep moan of arousal; mine. And a gentle fifteen-year-old hand found my erection and slowly wrapped around it, squeezing softly, fondling lovingly, stroking gently, a thumb pad teasingly caressing the slippery tip and spreading precum.

With a sudden snort as we kissed, my erection swelled and, like a damned teenager, I came. I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop it. Undressing and touching Cassie, kissing such a young girl, being naked together, the desire I'd held for so long, and her playing with my cock was too much.

The kiss broke. "Jesus," I gasped, and semen exploded over her thumb and onto her tummy. Cassie pressed her sexy body to me and squeezed my cock lovingly. I swelled, semen burned up to explode between us, pleasure hammering me. And then she stroked me. Cum erupted, spurting hard, pleasure cascading through me. Cassie stroked again and I came hard, achingly hard, cum spurting hot and thick, running down my shaft and over her hand. I held her sexy buttocks, nose buried in her hair, and came hard, gasping at the pure pleasure hammering me.

Seconds felt like minutes. Slowly the fog of bliss cleared.

"I'm so sorry," I whispered when my climax released me, cock pulsing with soft residual contractions. Embarrassment washed in. I felt like my mother had just caught me masturbating. "That's never happened to me before," I confessed.

Cassie's soft hand still held my cum-covered cock, gently caressing it. We were slippery and wet from semen. She turned her face up and smiled at me.

"That was amazing," she said. "Is it always so much?"

"No. It was you. I ruined your dream, didn't I?"

"S'okay," she smiled. "I liked this, too. It was sexy."

Reaching down I removed her caressing hand from my cock and led her to the bathroom. Cleaned up, I swept her into my arms and carried her to bed, laying her down gently.

"My turn," I said, leaning over her to kiss her chin. She smiled. Her hands guided my head.

We kissed again, soft and sexy. I loved how she teased me with her tongue, tasting my lips, tip touching mine and fleeing. Then suddenly the kiss became passionate, tongues wrestling. Cassie moaned when I sucked her lower lip. And when the kiss ended she was flushed and gorgeous with eyes sparkling.

Smiling, I kissed her chin and, sweeping her silky hair away, nuzzled her slender neck. She murmured and sighed. I kissed her neck, inhaled her scent, nipped her earlobe and whispered, "You're so sexy, Cassie."

Moving down, two perfect petite breasts mounded firmly from her chest. I kissed the tip of one followed by the tip of the other. "Mmm." I touched the first with my tongue, circling a taut nipple and stippled pale pink areola. Cassie tried to arch her back, seeking more pressure. I refused her, moving onto the other and tasting her.

Opening my mouth I sucked one breast in, my hand gently cupping her other, thumb teasing her nipple. Her breasts were so firm, so sexy. I loved how they were too small to fill my hand, yet perfectly formed. Sucking her other breast Cassie moaned and arched her chest up, her hands holding my head in place refusing to let me move. I caressed her nipple with my thumb and gently squeezed her breast while nipping her other stiff nipple between my lips. Perfect. They were utterly perfect.

But a stronger, more exciting aroma tugged at me.

"No, don't stop," she moaned in regret when I left her breasts, then she trembled.

I kissed my way down her soft silky skin and remarkably flat stomach, pausing to kiss a cool white gold stud. Hands found hip bones and the sexy swell of her bottom pressed to the bed. My mouth neared her pussy, the seductive scent of young arousal drawing me. Up close her skin was dimpled and had an exceptionally fine coating of body hair. Up close the remarkable rise of her pubic mound was even more impressive. And up close silky, curly light honey-blonde pubic hair that had yet to completely cover her mound was stunningly sexy. Perfect youthful adolescence.

Caressing the top of one slender thigh, I pressed my lips to her mons, kissing her beautiful pussy lovingly, and pressing down into her lush pubis. Still kissing her, I used my hand to encourage her legs apart with gentle pressure on the inside of a silken thigh. Still kissing her perfect pussy, I moved down to lay between her legs, my eyes looking up at her, naked, glorious.

Cassie had her head raised, staring at me, pale eyes watching and intense. Twin youthful mounds rose from her chest to frame her face. I kissed her pussy slightly lower, finding the beginning of her cleft, her scent now making me dizzy. A partial erection returned.

My tongue probed the top of her cleft, working its way between plump labia. Cassie shivered. Finally breaking eye contact, I took my mouth off her and studied her sexy fifteen-year-old pussy. My erection strengthened. Cassie's young pussy was stunningly beautiful. Her pubic hair was so sparse it hid nothing from view. Her sensual mons, full and mounded, narrowed sexily. Plump labia pressed together forming a seductive cleft that, even with her legs parted, remained mostly closed, the flushed cowl of her clitoris peeking out at me. Below, where her labia narrowed and ended, her buttocks formed a sexy valley and her anus was just visible. But the most stunningly sensual sight, the one that had my cock almost straining again, was the glisten of her moist arousal. Her sexy cleft right below her clitoris where labia kissed each other was wet. Unable to resist, I touched her.

My fingertip traced her cleft down. Slippery silken moisture coated my finger. "You're so wet, Cassie," I whispered in awe. "I love it."

Bending, I kissed her moist labia, tasting her, all female yet lighter, more delicate. Pressing forward my tongue wormed its way into her cleft, labia hugging me. I found the surprisingly small entrance to her vagina and Cassie reacted, groaning, knees rising, soft thighs closing against my face.

Her hands reached down to hold my head and I watched her head fall back against the pillow, her chest moving, petite breasts mounded. Drawing my tongue up, I found her clitoris and licked gently, circling it, spreading her slippery arousal and my saliva. My fingertip touched her anus. She clenched her buttocks. I tongued her clit and slipped my finger up to probe into her cleft, warm, moist, tight. She moaned loudly when the tip of my finger found her little vagina. She shuddered when I probed. I felt her clench her vagina; it gripped my fingertip in a moist velvet hold.

Very gently I began to lick her cleft from bottom to top, easing my finger into her snug vagina in a slow fucking motion. Her thighs tightened against my head and she curled her pussy up at my mouth, my finger slipping deeper. Concentrating on her clitoris, I sucked gently, teasing with my tongue. And then, as she moaned loudly I twisted my finger around to rub her g-spot.

As if a bomb exploded, Cassie arched up off the sheet. "Oh God!"

Cassie froze for an endless moment, her body rigid, hands gripping the sheet. Her body went taut as a bow string. Breath whooshed out. She collapsed, body shaking as she grunted, "Ngh." She jerked again and grunted, "Ngh."

CASSANDRA FELT LIKE HER senses were being overwhelmed. Finn's finger was touching something inside her pussy that was driving her wild. His kissing and sucking on her clit was achingly arousing. The sudden raw, furious climax that hit started deep in her belly and radiated down to curl her toes and up to ache in her nipples robbing her of breath; pleasure erupting, ecstasy slamming into her. She couldn't breathe. She lost control of her body.

Another wave slammed in. Her body jerked hard, legs thrusting, thighs clenching, pleasure washing through her, nipples hurting. She grunted helplessly, pelvis arching up against Finn's mouth. Sound faded. Roaring filled her ears, her body ached, cramped, painful. Eyes closed and gripping the sheet, Cassandra grunted again and climaxed harder than she'd ever experienced, exquisite bliss hammering her, pussy clenching. She jerked, grunted, writhed, legs clenched around his head, humping her pussy on his mouth. Tears came. She couldn't breathe! She couldn't breathe!

"No! Please! Enough!" she gasped, reaching down to shove his head away, closing her legs, fists pressed to her pussy as she rolled onto her side, her body jerking uncontrollably.

She cried, tears tumbling, when her climax finally released her. Nothing in this world had ever felt so fantastic and so painful. She cried quietly with joy as Finn cuddled her from behind. Reaching out she took his hands and drew his arms around her. Her dreams had never come close to the intensity of that climax.

Sometime later his gentle kiss woke her.

"Time to get up, Cassie. Your mom will be home soon."

Streetlights made her dark room just discernible; the shadowed desk and chair, today's clothes hanging over the chair; a narrow five-drawer dresser with shadowed picture frames on top.

Cassandra lay quietly on her back and stared up at the ceiling. The smile just wouldn't go away, no matter how hard she tried. What she and Finn had done was so far beyond anything she'd imagined, even if they hadn't had sex, real sex, intercourse.

She still felt drained from her orgasm. But the memory that had her horny again, her nipples aching slightly, was slipping her hand into his boxers and holding his erection. It was so big, so hard and just because of her. She'd turned him on!

Her sigh sounded loud in the silent bedroom. She rolled onto her side, plumping her pillow. She smiled and tried to imagine kissing his cock, kissing the tip while holding it. God she loved it. It was beautiful. Holding Finn's erection was surprisingly arousing. Cassandra trembled and squeezed her thighs, pressing beautifully against her pussy. She felt herself get moist. Replaying Finn's cock cumming on her and over her hand, how it swelled, his semen so thick and hot, made her want and desire.

Cupping her pussy, Cassandra decided she couldn't wait. Tomorrow, instead of school, she'd go seduce Finn. Would she be able to feel Finn cumming inside her? Smiling, she let sleep drift towards her.

Downstairs, Mary sat at the kitchen table, legs aching from a long shift at the restaurant. She sipped the last of her tea feeling tired but her mind busy. Cassandra had worried her. She'd been out at a party on Saturday, and Sunday and Monday she'd been silent and subdued and uncommunicative; most unlike her. Mary hadn't been able to get two words out of her daughter, yet something had happened to upset her.

And suddenly tonight Cassandra had been back to her old self. No. Cassandra had been even brighter, bouncy and animated, full of big smiles and laughs. Why? Was it a teenage thing? Yet she was sure something had severely depressed Cassandra on the weekend. Was it a boyfriend? Did Cassandra even have a boyfriend?

Standing and putting the teacup and saucer in the sink, Mary decided to try talking to her daughter again, never an easy task for a mother. She switched off light as she headed to bed.

Chapter Two: Wednesday

INTENSE EARLY MORNING SUN brightened my bedroom. Sun's rays warmed me through the sheet. The sound of the front door closing had brought me out of a peaceful sleep.

Glancing at the bedside alarm I wondered what Cassie was doing here. It had to be her; she was the only one with a key, but she should have been in school. Memory washed back over me. I got an erection and smiled to myself. Sex with Cassie had been very different from my imagination. My smile grew into a grin as I remembered cumming like an adolescent boy at her touch. So what? It had been the sexiest touch I'd ever felt, and a damned good climax, too.

Cassie appeared in the doorway. Long honey-blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. She was in her school uniform; pale pink cotton T-shirt, baby-blue soft cotton sweat pants, and pink Keds. She looked stunningly fresh and young and sexy. Bright pale blue eyes sparkled with pleasure. A broad smile lit up her pretty face.

"Why aren't you in school?" I asked.

"I'm playing hookie," she responded brightly.

"Why?" I asked, a bit worried about her skipping school.

"Cuz. We haven't had sex yet."

All worries magically evaporated. "What do you think yesterday was?" I asked with a grin. "Necking?"

Cassie laughed. "No. Sex. You know, intercourse." Her backpack thumped to the floor. She proceeded to treat me to a performance I'd only dreamed about before. She yanked her sweatpants down revealing pale pink little panties that matched her Keds and, with arms crossed, tugged her T-shirt off while feet were busy kicking off the sneakers. Two gorgeous petite breasts appeared; no bra. They jiggled delightfully firmly as she ran and launched herself onto the bed, bouncing and landing at my side on her front, propped up on elbows, petite breasts and pale pink areolae distracting me with their amazing shape and allure.

"Let's play," she said enthusiastically and lunged, her lips smacking onto mine, bright eyes staring at me and twinkling.

Lordy, she was gorgeous in more ways than one. But where had all those sweet blushes gone? Where had all the shyness and reserve gone? I broke the kiss and smiled. "Need to brush my teeth," I claimed, rolling out of bed. I also needed to pee, but that might be problematic now.

"Nice erection!" she yelled at me as I entered the bathroom. I grinned. Maybe this no sweet shyness or blushing thing would be fun. This was definitely more like the go-get-em girl I knew.

Dark eyes studied me from the mirror, toothpaste foaming at my mouth. I was a lucky bugger, I decided with a smirk of pride.

"Hurry up, Finn! I'm horny!" echoed in from the bedroom.

Damn! A fifteen-year-old horny? Music to my ears!

She was still on her front as I left the bathroom. Little pink bikini panties looked amazingly sexy on her, her ass a gorgeous sensuous curve. I loved the way the top of her butt crack peeked out of her panties.

Long, toned and slender legs were bent at the knees, feet in the air and crossed at the ankles, moving back and forth sensuously. She'd crossed her arms under her head. Her bare back had a sweeping curve down to her bum and where her chest was pressed to the bed I could see the slight bulge of her petite breast. Sunlight angled in through the window highlighted every sensuous curve of her body.

Magnetic pale blue eyes looked at me with something approaching adoration. A sexy hint of a smile played over her lips. My heart and my cock physically ached. Cassie was stunningly beautiful. Seeing her essentially naked on my bed and smiling at me with her eyes twinkling was the sexiest sight I'd ever seen; so slender and young and exciting.

She grinned when my erection bobbed inside the boxers and stared into my eyes as I slipped onto the bed next to her, my head close enough so I could kiss her cheek. I caressed her back, flawless silky skin, working my way down until I was fondling her sweet ass. Jesus her buttocks were remarkably small and rounded and firm.

"Cassie, I can't begin to tell you how sexy you are," I told her softly, kissing her cheek again, "or how lucky I am."

Her eyes softened and her grin faded into a gentle smile. "You're pretty yummy, too," she said quietly, moving her ass under my caressing hand.

My fingertip traced up her spine to her neck. I brushed aside her thick honey-blonde hair exposing her neck. Bending, I kissed it, inhaling her fresh, youthful scent. I still had trouble believing we were going to make love.

"Mmmm," she murmured.

Goose bumps emerged on her forearms when I traced the back of my fingertips down her spine, up over her pale pink panties, and followed the dip of her butt crack. Our eyes never left each other, but I saw her eyes narrow slightly when the tip of my finger found the sensual, sexy swell of her young pubis and a faint camel toe. My touch became even lighter, as light as a butterfly, teasing. Yet my erection strained leaking precum. This was exquisitely sensual; the promise of intimacy with her was stunningly arousing.

She sighed, still looking at me, gorgeous eyes I could easily drown in. One arm came out from under her head. Her finger traced the edge of my lips. I bit it, trapping her fingertip between my teeth and grinned.

"Did I mention I'm horny?" she said with a smile, tugging her finger unsuccessfully.

"ImladsomI," I mumbled.

"What?" she asked with a laugh, tugging her finger more insistently.

"ImladsomI," I repeated. It was hard to talk and grin and bite a finger at the same time, what with the feel of her panty-clad pussy distracting me.

Cassie burst into laughter. I grinned again and sucked her finger, letting my tongue caress it lightly. Her laughter faded away. When I let it go she smiled. "What did you say?" she asked.

"I said, I'm glad, so am I."

"You're what?" she asked.

"Horny."

"Oh." A thoughtful expression emerged followed by a smile. She shoved my shoulder. "On your back," she ordered. "I want to do something."

I complied, eager as a puppy.

CASSANDRA ROSE TO HER knees, staring at Finn. She felt her nipples puckering, her breasts aching and feeling full. Finn's light touch on her pussy had made her ache deep inside. She felt moisture leak, cleft slippery as she moved. His dark, sexy eyes were so heated and his grin when he bit her finger was achingly attractive. But now, with her body almost in pain from horniness, she wanted to feel his cock again.

With him on his back watching her carefully, she smiled and bent to kiss his stomach, her hand moving down to settle on the outline of his straining erection. Shivering with excitement, Cassandra lifted the waist of his boxers and slipped her other hand inside. God she loved feeling him. His cock was so exciting, so thick. It pulsed in her hand as if alive, the tip wet and slippery.

"I love holding your erection, Finn," she said softly. "Lift."

With his hips raised she slipped his boxers off, holding her breath at the sight of his cock, stiff and straining for her. Her pussy clenched involuntarily as she imagined it inside her.

Reaching, she gripped it carefully but firmly. "You have a beautiful erection, Finn," she murmured, squeezing and stroking it, so exciting. She wondered what it would feel like in her mouth and shivered with excitement. Maybe she'd try later.

I'D HAD ENOUGH. CASSIE'S sensual, sexy touch was too much for me. I really couldn't remember being so horny.

Somehow Cassie was able to drive me insane with lust and desire. She made me feel like I was losing control, wanting to take her, pin her to the bed, own her, make her mine. Yet, looking at her absorbing eyes I knew I didn't want a rambunctious fuck. I didn't want all energy and desperate thrusting seeking selfish release; at least not this time. I wanted to love Cassie, softly, gently. I wanted to appreciate every second of her so I could forever remember our first time. And I wanted her to remember it, too. I wanted it to displace the furtive episode with David. There was a time and place for vigorous uninhibited sex and I was very much looking forward to it, but just not now, just not this time.

Reaching out I pulled Cassie down to my side. I rolled to face her, wrapping her slender young body in my arms. Staring into her beautiful eyes I kissed her.

She smiled while we kissed, her hand caressing my shoulder, and then tongues touched. Eyes closed. Tongues probed and my hand found the waist band of exciting little pale pink panties on a narrow hip.

Cassie's tongue became active, probing, adding small murmurs as she lifted her hips off the bed. I slipped sexy panties down. She wiggled and tugged panties off with her feet, lifting a slender leg to rest over my hip, pressing her small breasts to my chest and pussy to my erection.

My hand caressed a gorgeous young ass and pulled her tighter, so erotic, so beautiful. Sliding my hand over her hip and up her side my thumb found her small, perky breast. Cassie's tongue became forceful when I tweaked her nipple. She moaned into my mouth and pressed her pussy against me, her leg over mine pulling.

Reaching down between us I cupped her sexy, plump pussy, my finger finding slippery arousal, a hard clit, and deep in her warm cleft, her moist entrance. She groaned and broke the kiss.

"Finn," she gasped.

I ached, my cock straining as I pushed Cassie onto her back and rolled up over her. She parted her slender legs, knees rising to cradle my hips. Her hands cupped my face. Beautiful pale blue eyes stared at me.

Neither of us moved. Cassie felt so slender and delicate under me. I could feel the pad of her pussy pressing into my stomach. My erection was throbbing. I smiled. She responded with a glorious smile full of love and desire. Bending close, I inhaled her sweet breath before I kissed her smile, losing myself in her eyes.

It was time.

Rising onto an elbow I reached between us grasping my erection. Without breaking eye contact I guided my cock, the tip kissing her pussy. I paused, my erection pulsing, precum leaking, just the tip touching her cleft.

Cassie smiled and moved her hips just a bit. The effect was to press her pussy to my tip. With an up and down swipe her labia parted to hug my crown. Damn it felt good. Cassie's eyes narrowed slightly when I slipped deeper, finding and pressing to her entrance.

"Ready?" I asked in a whisper.

Her smile killed me. "I've been ready for a long time," she answered, pressing her pussy against my cock, her hands on my waist pulling.

The experience was exquisite. It was heart-stoppingly erotic. Small movements, little presses, and my crown slowly penetrated her, her moist silky labia surrounding my crown. Small movements, little hip curls and Cassie worked me into her, a tight ring edging over me. I gasped when, suddenly, my crown was held in an exquisitely sensuous grip, molten velvet surrounding me. I groaned when she clenched. My erection swelled in response.

"I felt that," she whispered, tugging on my waist. Soft feet caressed my calves. She curled up at me and I drowned, I fell. My world narrowed to Cassie, her arms, her legs, her gorgeous face, her snug pussy.

A moist, tight velvet sheath slipped down my aching erection slowly enveloping me. Jesus, I was penetrating her. My erection swelled. I'd never felt it so rigid. I was having trouble accepting reality. I couldn't believe I was finally making love with Cassie, and my God she felt incredible.

Slowly, gradually, I slipped deeper and deeper with small thrusting motions until I was buried in a moist heaven, my entire cock surrounded by her tight pussy. I paused. This was perfection and I never wanted to leave.

I did something I'd never done before. I just lay on Cassie, propped up on my elbows, my erection gripped by her gorgeous pussy as I stared into her eyes. Conflicting desires punished me; a desire to fuck and a desire to stay like this, hold this perfect sensation of penetrating a beautiful young girl, my erection throbbing with pleasure.

"Jesus, this feels good," I whispered and kissed the tip of her nose with a smile.

"You're deep," Cassie said. "I love how you fill me, Finn."

I kissed her lips gently. The tip of her tongue touched my lips with a smile in her mesmerizing pale blue eyes. Deep, deep tremors shook me. "I can't . . . I've gotta . . ." and unable to stop the all-consuming need in me, I withdrew from her velvet grip halfway and pressed back. Jesus that felt good. I did it again. Damn.

Staring into her eyes, we began to move, her hands holding my hips. No words were said. It was slow, languid movements, small withdrawals, shudders of pleasure, reversing and pressing in. Withdrawing from Cassie's tight pussy was like withdrawing from a vacuum, her vagina only reluctantly letting me go.

Staring into each other's eyes my strokes grew longer, her pussy slippery and silky and hot and moist. Her hands caressed up my back. My cock ached. Her pussy massaged. I bent down and whispered into her ear as we fucked gently, "I love you, Cassandra."

It was like I whispered magic words. Her beautiful pale blue eyes lost focus. She grunted, "Ngh." Her slender body jerked hard under me. "Oh, Gawd!" she exclaimed softly as she stunned me. Her orgasm slammed into her. I paused, not moving, not thrusting, somewhat surprised by the suddenness of her climax. She writhed and twitched under me, her snug pussy clasping at my cock, legs jerking out trying to straighten, grunting, "Ngh," her hands grasping at me. I let her climax, waiting until she slowed and sighed deeply. Kissing her damp brow, still holding her slender body, my erection straining and painfully thick, I resumed, gently stroking into her tight pussy, loving how it gripped me in a velvet sheath and made me swell and ache and feel so good. I fucked her gently again, slow strokes, half out, pressing in, slow and sensual and erotic.

Eyes closed, Cassie moaned and rejoined our loving. Her legs rose to hold my thighs, arms wrapped around my neck. She murmured sexily. I kissed her gently. "You feel fantastic, Cassie. So good," I whispered. "I loved your climax." Fucking her gently, slowly, long strokes, erotic strokes, I bent and nuzzled her slender neck, kissing her again, thrusting, fucking her gently, utter heaven. "So sexy," I whispered into her ear before nibbling her earlobe, stroking into her beautiful pussy, tight, snug, warm and slippery, holding her close, my arousal building to the tipping point. "I love you so much," I whispered.

Cassie stunned me. She grunted deeply and, to my absolute amazement, she climaxed again, legs thrusting out, body jerking and twitching. "Ngh!" she grunted into my ear, her pussy clenching, so tight. "Oh God, Finn!" she exclaimed and trembled, shaking, climaxing hard, arms clutching at my neck. I stopped moving, again. She grunted and groaned and jerked through another intense climax, pussy clenching me tight, my erection straining and aching. Jesus, I'd never experienced anything like it!

Waiting, holding her tenderly with my erection buried in her, her climax ebbed, legs relaxing, her body melting. Her panting breath was hot.

"You okay?" I asked. "Should I stop?"

"God no," she moaned, arms hugging me, eyes opening and a smile emerging.

Somewhat stupefied by her two climaxes, I resumed, fucking her gently, but slightly faster, loving how her young pussy would grip my shaft and only let it withdraw reluctantly. I loved holding her petite, dancer's body to me. It felt so sexy and arousing. She smelled of sex, amazingly beautiful. I loved stroking my heavy erection into her tight pussy. I could feel every little bit of her; how her inside walls caressed my crown, her slippery, velvety warmth and, when pressed deep into her, the tip of my erection nudging her end, her labia pressed to my groin, buried in heaven.

I fucked her harder, staring deeply into her beautiful pale blue eyes, exquisite pleasure flowing through me, my cock swelling and pressure growing, balls feeling heavy. I fucked Cassie, reaching down to cup one perfect buttock, the other holding her shoulder, fucking her gently, carefully, pressure building. Her legs rose again, wrapping behind me. Smile fading, she pulled my head to her neck and started undulating under me, murmuring, "Mmmm", curling her pussy up at me and breathing hot and fast into my ear. Lord I was close.

Then she took me over the top with a whisper, one hand caressing the back of my head the other my back.

"Cum with me, Finn. Please cum with me. I'm almost there again."

And fuck me, did I. My orgasm erupted. My cock swelled to the point of pain. Pressure burst. "Jeezuus!" I gasped and semen burned up my shaft. I shoved my erection deep, hunching my back, gripping a beautiful buttock. I froze and heaven crashed down on me, cum exploding into Cassie's tight young pussy in a wave of exquisite pleasure.

"Fuck," I gasped quietly.

"Oh God yes. Cum," Cassie moaned.

I roared out my pleasure, withdrew and thrust, burying myself in her snug pussy, swelling, swelling. Semen exploded with a ferocity I hadn't felt before, hot, thick wetness flooding my cock. Gasping, I withdrew and thrust, exploding, semen spurting, glorious pleasure thundering through me. And then it got better.

Cassie grunted in my ear, "Ngh." Her body jerked hard, legs thrusting out, arms clenching. "Ngh." Fuck, but she was climaxing again! I growled and fucked into her writhing body, erection swelling and exploding, semen spurting hard. Holding Cassie's small body as it writhed in her ecstasy, I came hard, fucking her, spurting desperately, and chasing my climax until my body ached. I fucked her hard, thrusting deep into her tight, clenching pussy, flooding her until I had no more to give, stomach cramping, toes curling, dizzy and body hurting.

The release came suddenly. Muscles relaxed and let me go. I collapsed, exhausted and drained, panting, holding Cassie's petite trembling body. Hot wetness surrounded my cock as it deflated. I was utterly sated, utterly exhausted.

Five minutes passed before either of us could move. I rolled off Cassie when my limp cock slipped from her pussy. Reaching out I collected her and rolled her into me. She murmured and snuggled. Her knee slipped between my legs. An arm flopped over my body. Exhausted, sleep rolled in.

A hungry grumbling stomach woke me. I grinned. It wasn't my stomach. I was spooning Cassie with my hand on her flat tummy, knees curled against her and my face buried in her hair. The angle of sunlight told me it was around noon. Her stomach rumbled and gurgled again. Before it woke her I took the opportunity to slip my hand up her front until I had a delightful petite teenage breast in my hand.

God it was perfect. On her side it maintained its shape. It was, in my opinion, a perfect erotic handful; enough to fill my palm with no excess. A soft nipple pressed against me, the sides steep rises. I caressed it and was rewarded with a gentle bum wiggle and what sounded like a purr. When an erection threatened I rolled away and sat on the edge of the bed. Reaching out, I slapped her naked ass lightly.

"Rise and shine, Cassie. Time for lunch."

I heard her muttering as I headed to the can. It made me smile as I peed.

She brushed by me as I left the bathroom, still gloriously naked, hair mussed.

"Hey!" she exclaimed when I groped her sexy ass, shoving my hand away. "No touching. I've gotta pee."

She needed food. Cassie would become grumpy in the cutest ways when she was hungry. "I'll make lunch," I yelled out.

Slipping old faded sweatpants on, I descended to the kitchen. Five minutes later I had Black Forest ham, lettuce, tomato and Swiss cheese on dark rye formed into delectable sandwiches. The scraping of a chair made me turn from the counter. My breath caught.

Cassie was pulling out the chair, her hair a beautiful tangled mess half in and half out of her ponytail, wearing my dress shirt with arms rolled up and, from what I could see, all slinky smooth legs and nothing else. The front had too few buttons done up revealing lots of skin below her slender neck. Small sexy mounds pressed against the front, noticeable enough to hint at their youthful promise of pleasure. She was utterly sexy, utterly gorgeous.

"What?" she asked with a frown, plunking down in the chair.

I smiled and placed a plate in front of her. She didn't even bother looking at what the sandwich was, just picking it up and taking a huge bite.

A few minutes later she licked a finger, her eyes twinkled and a smile emerged. Stomach replenished, balance was restored in her world.

"Stop trying to peek down my shirt," she admonished with a grin.

"I'm trying to peek down MY shirt," I clarified.

Her grin broadened. A spark of mischief made her eyes sparkle. God but she was glorious.

"You're a better lover than David," she said. "Bigger, too," she added with a giggle, lifting her glass of milk and drinking. The milk moustache was cute until a small tongue emerged to wipe it away.

And so, under the assault of her youthful enthusiasm and shocking honesty and a milk moustache, I felt another erection form. It was a helpless response. I had no control whatsoever. I'd dreamed of a sexual relationship with Cassie for two long years, never actually believing it could happen. Yet here she was, almost naked in my kitchen wearing my shirt and it had never looked so good. She was sexy as hell and unbelievably attractive. She seemed to have an unrestrained attitude towards sex that I found completely refreshing and remarkably attractive.

"Can I ask you something, Finn?" She tilted her head as she talked.

"Sure. Go ahead."

"How come sex can feel so dirty sometimes and not dirty other times?"

That confused me. "Sorry?"

"Sex with David felt . . . sordid and sleazy for some reason. But what we did this morning felt . . . beautiful. How come?"

I smiled. What a question. Hearing a gorgeous young teenage nymph, sitting across from me in a man's shirt and nothing else, telling me sex with me had been beautiful was making my ego misbehave. "I think you'll find that sex with someone you love or care for is much, much better," I said. "When you love and respect your partner there's nothing you can do sexually that's degrading or dirty."

Pale blue eyes studied me, a smile emerging; a spectacular smile that hit hard. Her hand combed through long honey-blonde hair pulling it back, her head tilted slightly more.

"What?" I asked.

"You said you love me."

"No I didn't."

"Yes you did."

"I did not. I said respect."

"Not just now, nitwit, when we were making love." She grinned and jumped train tracks. "What time is it?" she asked.

"Twelve-thirty," I answered.

"Early." Cassie's eyes twinkled. Her eyebrows moved. "Wanna mess around some more?"

Bugger me! I did!

Cassie was stretched out on the bed before she knew what had hit her, supine and gorgeous; long bare legs, white dress shirt, her knee cocked just over her other leg. She sort of stretched, arms rising up to the brass bed frame and murmured, dress shirt slipping higher up slender sexy thighs.

Bright, sensual and amused eyes studied me as I kissing her gently, leaning over her body. I brushed dishevelled blonde hair away from her neck, exposing her ear and kissed her neck softly, letting my lips linger before nibbling her earlobe. She murmured again and sighed. "I want to taste you again, Cassie."

Her hands grabbed at me to prevent me moving down. "I'm . . ." She paused and blushed. Utterly gorgeous.

"What?"

"I'm, uh, still full of you, um, your . . ."

I smiled. "You mean you still have my cum in you?"

She nodded, her blush intensifying. "Uh-huh."

"Cassie, honey, do you think semen is dirty? If it was, there'd never be oral sex."

"You don't mind?" she asked.

I kissed her blush. Too cute by far. "No. I think you having my semen inside you is incredibly sexy."

And then it sunk in. Fuck me! "Um, tell me you're on the pill, Cassie," I sputtered.

Her eyes widened. "No. Why?"

"Oh crap! Cassandra! Why didn't . . ."

The smile curling her lips stopped me. "Got'cha," she said with a giggle.

It took a moment for my heart rate to slow. I grinned. "That was really rotten."

"Maybe. But it was fun," she replied. "You should have seen your eyes!"

I smiled and reached for a button on the shirt she was still wearing. One by one I undid them, letting the shirt fall open to her sides. Stunningly attractive youthful breasts were revealed, riding proud with sexy, perky little nipples. Delicious.

Her eyes watched me as I moved down, a slight smile curling her lips. Her beautiful blue eyes narrowed slightly when I kissed her nipples, her hands reaching out to comb through my hair. I softly kissed my way down across her diaphragm to the gold stud in her navel, and then the soft curve of her lower stomach muscles, staring into her eyes the whole time. Her scent emerged. I looked down and kissed her right above her silken pubic bush, right at the beginning of the seductive rise of her young mons, my hands caressing her sides and over her slender hips to feel the swell of her bottom pressed against the cool sheet.

The tip of my erection left a trail of precum on the bed as I lay between her legs and softly kissed her pubis, silky soft, her scent now stronger and exciting with just a hint of semen. Cassie had a beautiful pussy. With its small, rather sparse bush it communicated youth and purity and innocence; an adolescent girl on the cusp of full maturity. Her cleft was gorgeous, plump labia cradling her clitoral hood, the cowl peeking out half way down. And her scent was utter perfection. Cassie's arousal had a light pungent aroma, a girlish perfume that hit my brain just so. It was the young, not-yet-strong fragrance of a budding woman.

Two flushed plump labia remained resolutely closed despite her legs being parted, knees up. Below, her buttocks swelled out where they pressed to the sheet. Closing my eyes, all my senses concentrated on my mouth and nose, I kissed Cassie's pussy, silky pubic hair tickling me. She was warm, so feminine, so sexy. Pressing my lips to her cleft, I opened my mouth and tasted her, shuddering at the sensual flavor of her arousal and hint of semen. My tongue found the tip of her clitoris. My fingertip discovered slippery, silken moisture between plump labia, and Cassie sighed quietly, her hips curling slowly to press her gorgeous pussy to my mouth. I absolutely loved eating her.

I let myself drown in her. I let myself kiss her pussy and probe with my tongue, finding her entrance, tiny and hot and slippery, extremely arousing. I touched her clitoral hood, pressed and drew back the cowl to expose her little clit. I kissed it gently, reverently, knowing how sensitive it was. Cassie moaned and curled her pussy at me again.

When I licked it carefully she shuddered and her thighs trembled. When I sucked it gently she groaned, her thighs closing against my ears, and her hands curling to grasp my hair.

Cassie grunted quietly when my fingertip caressed her anus, slippery with her leaking moisture. I kissed her pussy gently and pressed my finger, her ass yielding reluctantly. With my fingertip penetrating her bum, and my tongue teasing the entrance to her vagina, and my nose rubbing her clit, Cassie fell off the cliff. Her climax was spectacular. From this dainty ballet dancer, this sweet young slight-of-a-girl, a deep grunt emerged, "Ngh," her body jerking and legs thrusting as if she had no control. She grunted again, "Ngh." Her pelvis surged up, froze in mid-air. Another, "Ngh," exploded from her and her slender body jerked as if electrified.

Watching her face over her gorgeous mons, my mouth sealed to her pussy, and finger penetrating her bum, Cassie appeared to frown. Her hands let my hair go and curled into fists, gripping nothing. A look of sweet agony emerged on her pretty face. Nostrils flared. Mouth opened. She heaved and cried out, body shaking. I kissed her pussy gently riding her climax, letting the storm rage over her until it passed, her body stilling, calming, chest heaving, her pleasure leaving a beautiful flush on her chest.

With her climax passed and her body relaxed, I was now as horny as hell and desperate for release. Rising over her I effortlessly flipped her onto her front and slipped off the bed, pulling her by her slender ankles until her legs fell limply over the side, her ass rounding and gaining a wondrous shape. Twin buttocks formed a sexy valley. Her legs were slightly parted and filling the gap between was her sexy, moist pubis, full and lush, a tightly closed cleft glistening with my saliva and her arousal, labia reddened from stimulation and a beautiful little flushed clit peeking at me.

I pried her sweet dance-toned buttocks apart revealing her tiny anus. My erection bobbed and ached. Standing behind her she was at the perfect height. Leaning over her I whispered into her ear, "I'm gonna take you like this. Take you from behind. You're going to cum for me again."

Cassie shuddered and wiggled her bum, her arms moving up to cradle her head. I saw a smile play across her lips.

Holding my shaft, I stared at her sweet little ass. Jeez I looked big and it thrilled me. Moving close, I pressed her legs together. It made her pussy pooch out and my cock strain. My eyes were riveted to the confluence of her sexy labia, the little indentation that indicated where her small vagina was. That first touch of my erection to her lightly dusted cleft was thrilling. I pulled back and a long glistening string of precum formed. Pressing forward my cockhead flattened. Cassie's pussy looked far, far too small to take me. Prying her buttocks apart her thick labia reluctantly parted. Aligning my now rigid erection, I nestled the tip to her pink entrance and pressed. Sexy plump labia sort of bulged before reluctantly sliding apart and slipping down to hug my crown in welcome.

Cassie moaned, her smile gone, eyes closed as if concentrating on the sensation of being penetrated again.

I caressed her spectacular compact buttocks, so fucking sexy, and pressed into her, eased off, and pressed again. My heart raced, thumping loudly in my chest at the sight of my cock slowly penetrating Cassie's exquisite pussy. She was hot, very very wet and slippery. She was tight, really tight, squeezing my crown. And, as the ridge of my crown slipped into her and pressure eased, her labia stretched so wide, I sank in smoothly, easily, sliding deep until her gorgeous buttocks pressed against my groin, bulging slightly, a warm, tight, moist sheath surrounding my aching erection. Fuck. Incredible.

Bending over her I pushed blonde hair away from her face and neck. I kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, "I'm in you. You're so wet, Cassie. Can you feel me?" I flexed my cock.

Cassie moaned, eyes closed, concentrating. She clenched her tight pussy, buttocks tightening.

"I want to hear you cum. It turns me on so much," I whispered, withdrawing my aching erection slowly until the rim almost emerged, reversing and thrusting hard, slamming myself into her, her body jerking up on the bed. She gasped when my tip banged into her end.

"You're so wet and tight and sexy," I whispered. "I want to hear you grunt." I withdrew slowly, very slowly, and reversed, thrusting into her exquisite pussy.

Standing up I held Cassie's slender waist and narrow hips. The sight of my glistening shaft withdrawing and plunging into her sexy little pussy was just phenomenal. The feeling was incredible. And I knew I would not last, despite having cum once already. Fucking Cassie was too sensual and exciting. Thrusting into her, seeing her spectacular ass, her little pussy stretched so much, was all too stimulating. It was still too new, too illicit, too illegal and too arousing.

I thrust, withdrew, thrust, my cock aching and stiff. I drowned in the erotic sight of my thick erection fucking Cassie and felt my climax waken. My heart raced, my balls grew heavy, my gut tightened. Fogged by arousal and need, I used my thumb to press gently against her tiny asshole, oozing it into her. Cassie gasped loudly when her bum yielded to take my thumb to the first knuckle.

She trembled and shook as if electrified. Her arms reached out to grip the bed sheet under her. My erection swelled. I thrust hard and, when Cassie suddenly grunted again, "Ngh," and her body jerked hard, her vagina tightening on my cock painfully, I completely lost it.

"Jesus," I gasped. Cassie grunted. My cock swelled. I shoved into her, my tip pressed hard against the end of her vagina and bliss crashed into me, semen exploding in a massive surge. Cassie grunted and clamped her pussy. I growled, withdrew and thrust desperately, freezing, sweet agony thundering in as hot cum exploded again in an endless blissful spurt. Fuck!

The thunderous orgasm took control. I fucked Cassie hard, semen exploding with each glorious thrust, pleasure slamming into me. I fucked her hard, cumming with agonizing pleasure, spurting my guts out, arching my back, cumming, cumming, Jesus cumming Cassie!

Panting was the only sound heard. Under me I could feel Cassie breathing hard. I'd collapsed over her gently, sort of melted, no bones left in my body. I wanted to move. I wanted to gather Cassie in my arms and hug her sweet body to me. I wanted to sleep again. I did nothing, too drained, utterly exhausted, utterly sated.

Chapter Three: Thursday Morning

The cell phone rattled and rang stridently on my bedside table drawing me out of a deep sleep. I'd gone to bed simply exhausted from Cassie.

Rolling around, I grabbed the cell.

"What?" I growled, picking up my wristwatch to check the time. Eight fifteen. Who the hell calls me at eight fifteen?

"Finn, it's Jerry."

Damn. "Jerry it's early," I complained, setting the watch back on the side table.

"Early? It's eight fifteen, Finn. You're usually up with the roosters, aren't you?"

"Tired," I muttered, scratching my hair vigorously and rolling to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Hmm. Well, I was calling to find out what your decision was. You've decided to help us, haven't you? You wouldn't believe the pressure I'm under from the Board on this. We need your help now, Finn."

"I don't . . ."

"Seven hundred thousand. One week and I know you'll have it beat. How can you refuse?" Jerry said.

The new technology, if it worked, would be worth billions to Trans-Path Technologies. Jerry was trying to short change me. But, even though I'd previously decided to help, now I was reluctant. I wanted to spend all my time with Cassie and committing to Jerry and Trans-Path Technologies would take all of my time. Besides, I didn't want to go to Boston.

"I just don't . . ."

"One million," Jerry interrupted.

I really didn't need the money, but it showed me how desperate they were. There was also some part of me that regarded the technology as my child, too. I didn't want to let it flounder. It didn't feel right. "Per week," I said.

"Done! I'll let them know to expect you this afternoon," Jerry said with enthusiasm. "And Finn," he added, pausing, "thank you. I mean it. Thank you."

Chapter Four: Friday, Close To Midnight, Trans-Path Technologies

Bent over a lab bench, eyes red from staring at a monitor, I watched the sine wave settle into a smooth curve and held my breath wondering if it would spike again.

I should never have accepted this challenge. It had nothing to do with not being able to fix the problem. I was quite sure I'd get it licked in the next week or so. My problem was Cassie, or more specifically, Mary, her mother.

Something strange happened as I worked on Trans-Path Technologies' problem. I experienced guilt and it didn't sit well. It was an uncomfortable queasiness in my gut. I'd known Mary since Cassie had been born. I had huge respect for her. She'd done everything for her daughter, working two jobs so Cassie could have a stable home.

Mary was a proud woman, seven years my senior. She'd refused any help from me financially under the mistaken belief that I wasn't well off. But she'd accepted my babysitting services, always bringing over a pie or a home cooked dish as a thank you. We liked each other a lot and I felt guilty, as if I was betraying her trust.

I could feel my desire for Cassie as a physical force. But mentally I worried. What I'd experienced with Cassie I'd never regret. But it wasn't complete. Being away from her, outside the orbit of her intense allure, I understood what was missing; a lack of guilt. Mary was a big stumbling block. She was the moral mountain in my path.

I watched the sine wavy spike and sighed with disappointment. Back to the drawing board.

Standing and stretching my back I reviewed my decision. I'd fretted and pondered until I'd come to the only conclusion I could; the only solution to my guilt. I'd have to wait. I'd have to convince Cassie to wait three more years until she was eighteen. Fuck!

An assistant in a white lab coat handed me a pile of printouts - the test data I'd now have to review through the night. Damn.

Chapter Five: Saturday

MARY HEARD CASSANDRA ENTER the kitchen and turned from making dinner at the hot stove. She studied her daughter and saw the sparkle in her bright blue eyes and the smile that lit up a room.

"You're looking happy," she said, offering her cheek for a kiss.

"I am. Do you know when Finn's getting back?" Cassandra asked, giving Mom a kiss.

"No. He didn't tell you?"

"Nope. Just that he'd be a few days. What's for dinner," she asked, beginning to set the table.

"Pork chops." Mary turned back to the stove and flipped the pork chops. She stirred the Stove-Top Stuffing. Her legs ached again, a perennial problem from standing for such long shifts. She looked forward to sitting down and watching television after dinner.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Cassandra setting the table and smiled. Cassandra had grown so much over the past couple of years, both physically and emotionally. Mary was so proud of her daughter and her ballet dancing. She could see ballet in everything Cassandra did, every move she made, so graceful despite being only fifteen. And, closing her eyes, she thanked God for Finn. Without his help looking after Cassandra, she'd never have been able to afford this house. Daycare and mortgage payments were just too much. But soon, because of Finn, she was going to make the last payment on her mortgage and be free and clear.

She had plans, too; University or maybe even Julliard for Cassandra funded by another mortgage. She planned on dropping one of her two jobs and finally relaxing. She planned on actually finding time to see her child dance, something she'd not been able to do in years.

Dinner was relaxed. Mary watched her daughter carefully, though, wondering how to broach the subject. It was a delicate topic for mother and daughter to discuss. Finally, sitting in the living room with the television tuned to a rerun of NCIS Los Angeles - she liked LL Cool J - and Cassandra curled up in the armchair, she took a deep calming breath and spoke.

"You've had sex, haven't you?" Mary said.

Cassandra flushed. "Why do you ask?"

It was Saturday, laundry day, and as Mary did the laundry she'd noticed Cassandra's panties. She recognized semen stains in the gusset when she saw them and it had hit her hard. Her daughter was sexually active! Even though she didn't disapprove, per se, since she herself had been sexually active at around the same age, Mary couldn't help but worry. Why wasn't Cassandra taking precautions? Was she on the pill? And even that didn't prevent STD's.

Now she had the uncomfortable task of talking to her daughter about her sex life. She played it calm, cool and rational, even if she had worries that were making her heart beat hard.

"I noticed stains in your underwear, Honey. I've had a love life, too. I know what it was."

Cassandra flushed red.

"Will you tell me who it was? A boyfriend from school? Do I know him?" Mary asked casually, watching TV but keeping an eye on her daughter's reactions.

When Cassandra didn't respond Mary began to churn through the possibilities. She hadn't been aware that Cassandra even had time for a boyfriend, too busy with school and gymnastics and ballet. But then she remembered Cassandra being so depressed after the party last week. Had something happened there?

And yet this week she'd been bright and bubbly and all smiles, talking about Finn saying this and Finn saying that. Was Cassandra infatuated with Finn? It wouldn't surprise her given how much time she spent with him, and despite his age he still looked quite handsome. But, no. Finn was too sensible for that. Still.

"It wasn't Finn, was it? Because if it was that would be considered statutory rape."

"MOM! Finn would never . . ." Cassandra took a deep breath. "No, it was someone else."

"Okay. Do I know him?" Mary asked.

"No."

"Are you seeing him?"

"No."

Mary paused. Cassandra's answers were strange. It was almost as if she was not happy. "Do you regret it, Honey?" she asked.

Cassandra glanced over at her mom. She felt bad. She'd never liked lying and lying to Mom was even worse. But how could she explain? Mom would go ape-shit if she knew about Finn. Maybe a subtle approach would work.

"It was, um, not very good, Mom. I didn't really enjoy it. Besides, I'd always dreamed Finn would be my first."

"Finn? You have those feeling for Finn?" Mary asked.

"Uh-huh."

"But he's so much older than you, Sweetheart."

"He's not that old, Mom."

"Maybe so, but you're too young."

"Why? Why am I not too young to have sex with a teenager but too young to have sex with someone I love?"

Mary paused at Cassandra's fervor. Her pale blue eyes looked determined. Mary knew that look, the "I don't care what anyone thinks, I'm doing it anyway" look. It made her cautious. "You love him?" she asked.

The conversation that followed stunned Mary. She'd assumed Cassandra's affection for Finn had been a father-daughter type of affection. Puberty had wreaked havoc on her, clearly. Yet, despite the disapproval Mary felt at Cassandra's apparent infatuation with Finn, especially given she was only fifteen, recently fifteen, Mary could in some ways understand.

Finn was a gentle man, kind and considerate to a fault. For a while she'd thought he was gay the way he never seemed to date; at least not that she'd seen. Mary could see the goodness in him and, with those dark mysterious eyes and pure impish grin, she understood why Cassandra was attracted to him. But he was almost forty!

She watched Cassandra talk about Finn. She saw the light in her eyes, how they twinkled. She saw earnestness and smiles at the recounting of Finn's antics. Sadly, Mary saw a daughter in love, not just infatuated. It was far too soon. She was far too young. But there was no question in her mind it was love.

That night Mary lay in bed and pondered the problem. What if Finn didn't see Cassandra the same way? What would it do to Cassandra? Maybe that would be good, she thought. Then Mary frowned at herself for wishing heartbreak on her daughter. It was so confusing. Mary tossed and turned through the night. The next few days were no better. But, towards the end of the week, a decision was emerging.

Chapter Six: Friday, One Week Later

SITTING ON A HARD wooden bench and shifting uncomfortably as my butt slowly turned numb, I watched Cassie rehearse a modern ballet, Roland Petit's "Pink Floyd Ballet."

I admired the movement of Cassie's slender body clad in what looked to me like skin-tight light-gray yoga pants, yellow leg warmers and a loose yellow cotton top.

I was quite immobile as she treated me to body swoops, bends, arms forming waves, toes pointed, fingers talking. The incredible Pink Floyd's Dark Side of The Moon cascaded over me. Combining beautiful music with beautiful movement performed by a young angel sent shivers up my spine. But, as Cassie bent, her slender legs straight and together, a succulent little ass curving sensuously, and slowly raised one leg into the air, a standing leg split position, her remarkable ass forming sexy shapes, I suddenly had a vision of her on my bed spreading her legs wide, panties stretching and forming tight to her pussy, and a camel toe emerging in a seductive little invitation for me to explore. My cock thickened, responding to an overactive imagination.

As if she knew what I was thinking, Cassie glanced my way and smiled knowingly.

I chastised myself. I was glad to be back. I was glad to have helped Jerry and was quite pleased with the payment swelling my bank account. But it had been an agonising, soul-searching week away.

I felt bipolar, my mood swinging from pure unadulterated pleasure at the sexual side of Cassie's and my relationship, to deep depression and even shame for succumbing to her and betraying her mother, Mary, a wonderful woman I'd known for fifteen years.

Work had helped take my mind off the problem, but it hung like low, heavy clouds over my head. The only solution I could come up with was to stop. Somehow I had to stop our sexual relationship and wait until she turned eighteen. And, as deeply depressing as that thought was, watching her practice, seeing her move so gracefully, my heart racing just from observing her, I knew, if she loved me, she'd wait. That only made it harder.

After practice I took her to Wilket Creek Park to wander through the tended Edwards Gardens. Late afternoon temperature was falling. I led Cassie into the ravine where we could stroll amongst tall maples and oaks with their spectacular fall colours, a brook burbling at the lowest point. Canadian geese had crapped all over leaving gray reminders of their migration south.

I held her hand, fingers intertwined, and we just walked together in companionable silence. Her other hand held my bicep, her head leaning on my arm. It was perfect.

At one point, overcome with feeling for her, I paused and drew her into my arms. I loved how she rose onto her tiptoes and turned her pretty face up to me. I adored the love in her glittering eyes. And I absolutely loved kissing Cassie. Nothing in this world could come close to kissing her. She murmured so sensuously into my mouth as if my kiss was pure ambrosia to her. She pressed her slender young body to me, her eyes closing as if the sensation of kissing me was too much to handle. And her arms slipped up to my shoulder blades to hug me tight. Nothing came close to the pure joy of kissing Cassie. She made me feel like I was her everything.

I felt worse.

Finding a bench we sat. I took her hand and turned to her. Steeling myself, I spoke gently giving her my well rehearsed, reasoned decision.

The tears that glittered in her spectacular eyes sent me to Hell and almost overcame my guilt.

Chapter Seven: Saturday Morning

A knock on my back door interrupted my depression as I poured a bowl of Muesli cereal.

Expecting Cassie I didn't worry about being bare-chested with jeans and bare feet. Opening the kitchen door Mary looked up at me.

"Hi, Mary. You don't need to knock. Come in." I stepped aside to let her in. It was easy to see where Cassie inherited her body from. Mary was, at five-feet six, a slender woman. Her body told the tale of childbirth with slightly wider hips and curves, but she was slender and small-breasted and really quite graceful.

"I wonder if we could talk," she said.

"Sure. Coffee?" I asked holding an empty mug up. She nodded. I poured, the aroma of rich full-bodied coffee delighting my senses. I put the bowl of cereal aside and sat at the table, passing her a mug of coffee, some sugar in a bowl and a carton of milk.

Mary poured milk into her mug and stirred. She took the tiniest of sips and put the mug down, wrapping her hands around it. "Finn, I need to talk to you about Cassandra."

A pulse of fear hit me. My hand trembled slightly when I placed my mug on the table. Did she see my hand shake? "What about Cassie?" I asked, cupping my mug with both hands to stop them revealing my nervousness. What did she know? Cassie would never have talked.

Mary's face radiated the gentleness and kindness evident in her daughter and, for a mature lady her age, she was still very handsome. You had to look closely to see the impact of the hard work from both jobs she carried. Her hands were coarse and chapped.

"It seems Cassandra is sexually active. While I'd hoped she'd wait until she was eighteen, kids these days . . . well, you know. I can't really complain, though. She knows what she's getting into and has a mature head on her shoulders. But some boy at school . . ." Her voice trailed off, hand waving in dismissal.

Mary stared at me, the same pale blue eyes as her daughter looking at me. "She loves you. Did you know that?" she asked suddenly.

"I've been a part of her life, Mary. So I'm not surprised. I love her too," I responded carefully.

Mary smiled wistfully. "Yes. You've been a Godsend to us both." Her smile changed, becoming amused. "But that's not the love I'm talking about. I wasn't clear. Cassandra is IN love with you. Romantically," she clarified.

There was silence for a moment. "I . . . What am I supposed to do with that?" I asked, my heart thumping uncomfortably. A tendril of fear wormed into me. Maybe Mary did know about Cassie and I!

She tilted her head and looked at me, studied me deeply. "You're a handsome man. You're a good man, too. Cassandra seems to have her heart set on you, Finn. I think I can understand why. I've wrestled with this for a week and hardly been able to sleep." Mary paused to sip her coffee, her eyes studying me with intelligence.

She continued as I sipped from my mug, holding it steady with both hands. "We both know how determined Cassandra can be. You know as well as I that she's been like that since she was an infant," Mary added with a wistful smile. "The thing is, I don't want my baby hurt. I know you don't either. I wanted to talk to you about how we might let her down gently so she doesn't get her heart . . ."

Mary's voice trailed off into silence. Her eyes intensified. Then they slowly widened, surprise dawning. What was she seeing? My muscles quivering inside me? Was she seeing my fear? The blood rushing to my ears? Could she see discomfort in me?

I couldn't take it. I couldn't carry the burden of my guilt. It rested too heavy. I opened my mouth.

"You feel the same way, don't you," Mary said suddenly before I could confess. "You don't love Cassandra, you're in love with her."

"I . . ." What could I say? Not trusting myself, not knowing what words to utter, I nodded. What had she seen in me?

The silence that followed was so complete I could hear my old analogue Coca-Cola wall clock ticking away. Mary studied me with intensity. I sipped coffee nervously under her intelligent blue-eyed assessment. A muscle twitched in my thigh.

I felt myself melt, physically melt with relief when Mary smiled wryly and shook her head in wonder.

"There's really no logic in life, is there?" she asked. "Who would have thought?"

Two hours later I was still sitting at the kitchen table. I was still in shock. Mary had calmly told me that, even though Cassandra wasn't a virgin, I could still hurt her and, if I did, Mary would personally amputate a cherished part of my anatomy. She calmly told me she didn't approve; Cassandra was too young. But she wasn't going to forbid Cassandra either, as that would only make her more determined.

As some point over the second mug of coffee Mary quite seriously asked that, if a sexual relationship did develop, and, "knowing my daughter it probably will because you're a bit of a softie around her," to please be discreet about it. Yes it was against the law. But that wasn't what Mary worried about. She told me in a motherly protective tone that she would not let her daughter's reputation be stained by rumors of an affair with an older man.

I was astonished as she calmly told me that, in future, if Cassandra was visiting me, she should come in the back door, not the front. I was floored, my mouth gaping open when Mary explained why. "I don't want her seen leaving your house early in the morning if she sleeps over, Finn."

Despite the shock I'd received, Mary had stood and kissed me gently on the cheek. "I trust you, Finn. Be good to her," she'd said softly. "Remember, she's only fifteen. Be careful. You, more than anyone, can hurt her. Now, I need to have a chat with my daughter."

With that Mary had left, thanking me for the coffee!

I sat at the kitchen table lost in thought. It was all a bit overwhelming. I also felt guilty. I hadn't fessed-up about Cassie and I already having had sex.

The back door slammed open. Cassie came flying in, hair streaming, eyes twinkling, an unbelievably happy smile on her gorgeous face.

"Did you hear?" she gushed.

I had time to push the mug of coffee into the centre of the table and close my legs before Cassie threw herself into my lap, her arms reaching around my neck hugging me. Her hair tickled my nose. She smelled of fruity shampoo, and floral soap; fresh and clean and young.

Bright pale blue eyes glittered after the hug. "Mom said we could see each other! You know what that means?"

I opened my mouth.

"It means I can sleep in your bed, Finn!!" she gushed. Her smile grew more intense. "And I can wake up in your arms, too!!"

I quite drowned under her enthusiasm. I smiled, too. It was interesting that my thoughts had been all about being able to have Cassie as a lover; lots of sex. Yet she was excited about sleeping for some reason. There really were differences between the sexes.

I shut her up with a kiss, a spectacular kiss.

Saturday afternoon found us walking down Queen Street West, an eclectic collection of boutiques making it a fashionable section of Toronto. Cassie, strolling next to me while I sipped on a coffee, had worn jeans, T-shirt and light sweater; an unusual attire for her. She happily tugged my hand directing me to the shop front displays of various clothing stores, pausing before moving on.

When I'd mentioned I'd like to buy her a dress she'd eyed me with suspicion. When I'd added I'd be taking her out for a really nice French dinner she'd smiled. When I offered to buy her a dress again, "to wear to dinner, Cassie," she'd grinned and, calm as you pleased, asked if that included shoes.

It seemed the only place to buy a dress and shoes was Queen Street West. So here we were.

"In here," Cassie said, pulling my hand. I followed her into Le Château, loud music assaulting my senses.

Five minutes later, after a whirlwind tour, Cassie announced there was nothing there, even though the store appeared full of clothing. Still sipping my coffee, she guided me into two more establishments before finding one that pleased her. They all looked more-or-less the same to me, but what did I know?

Parking myself on a convenient bench seat, I watched Cassie hunt, following no discernible pattern, moving here or there and collecting a piece of clothing every so often. Eventually she waved me over to the changing rooms where I found another bench.

"So what do you think?" she asked, emerging in a dark blue short dress and staring down at it, her feet bare. She'd pulled her hair back.

"Very nice," I complimented.

"Huh."

Clearly I'd used the wrong expression because she disappeared back into the changing room. Emerging three minutes later with a dark, emerald green short sleeveless dress on, bare feet, hair now styled differently, she asked, "What about this one?"

"Lovely colour," I responded. Another strike, apparently. She disappeared again.

Cassie emerged with what I thought was an elastic thing, a tight tube style black dress, strapless, sleeveless and short. It stuck to her body like paint to a wall. Bugger me!

"Well?" she asked striking a pose.

I stared. It outlined every slight curve on her dancer's body, emphasized how slender she was and her long, long legs. And damned if it wasn't short. "Um . . ." I managed.

"Thanks! Me too," she declared turning and leaving me.

Apparently I'd found the right word; um. The whole episode was rather fascinating, though. And, once I'd paid for the scrap of elasticised cloth, Cassie demonstrated the art of shoe hunting. All quite bewildering for a guy. Nevertheless, I thoroughly enjoyed her company and being her mule, carrying her shopping bags. It was an adventurous way to spend an afternoon, I thought, and only three hundred dollars!

Chapter Eight: Saturday Evening

Cassie tilted her head from across the table. Pale blue eyes looked at me. Her fork made a light clink as she put it down on the plate, a simple green salad.

Mary had seemed surprised when I'd decided to take Cassie to dinner. She'd seemed quite stunned when Cassie announced she was going to stay over with me. But a smile had emerged when she herself decided she might just have her boyfriend stay over now she had the house to herself.

Cassie had paused at that, then grinned. "Great, Mom!"

I'd brought Cassie to a small bistro in the west end of Toronto where I was sure no one would recognise us. Le Petit Paris was a very cosy restaurant, formal and authentically French. Marcel was the chef-owner and he was a very talented chef.

I took a bite of Pâté de Foie Gras on a piece of crusty French baguette. Delicious. Good food and a very pretty girl sitting across from me, a glass of fine French red wine, a rich Bordeaux, and I was feeling very happy indeed.

"Is it wrong that I like sex with you so much?" Cassie asked quietly.

It looked like a serious question. How cute. I answered. "No. Sex should be enjoyed," I said, adding, "as long as it's with someone you love and respect, who loves you and happens to be a dashingly handsome Adonis and an accomplished lover with an amazingly big . . ."

"Finn!" she exclaimed, blushing and bursting into laughter, looking around to see if any of the other diners had overheard me.

"Heart. I was going to say heart," I said with a grin.

"No you weren't," Cassie disagreed with a giggle.

The waist-coated waiter arrived to whisk our appetiser plates away, returning with Chateaubriand for two, crispy oven-roasted vegetables on the side.

Forks and knives clinked on the plates as we started eating. I tried not to stare at Cassie but it was hard not to. She'd pulled the top half of her hair back off her face and into a flat clasp at the nape of her neck, the rest of her honey-blonde hair tumbling free. The slightest hint of eye shadow added colour to her eyes, but that was the only makeup I could detect.

Cassie ate delicately; most unusual for her. She took small bites and paused between each, resting her knife and fork, smiling, her sexy mouth moving in a rather hypnotic way, lips moving and pouting. Sitting across from me, seeming so young and vibrant and fresh and pretty, I had a hard time believing she loved me or that I'd had sex with that angel - several times.

CASSANDRA, WITH A SMILE, said, "You're staring at me, Finn." She put her fork down and let herself bask in his stare. Finn's dark sexy eyes seemed to smoulder when he looked at her sending little shivers of pleasure through her, sparks of pride, too.

She wondered if he knew how intensely happy he'd made her. She wondered if he knew how amazing a lover he was, too; that thought making her pussy tingle nicely. But he was! She'd never experienced more than one orgasm. But with Finn, it was like he had a switch he could turn and make her cum at will. Sex with Finn was both intense and exhausting. And then there was the other thing . . .

Glancing around to make sure she wouldn't be overheard, she lowered her voice and leaned forward. "Can I tell you something?"

Dark eyes looked at her. A sexy smile emerged making her heart misbehave.

"Sure. What?"

"I . . . uh, how do I put this? It's like, all day I'm making decisions and choosing and having to act. But, when I'm in bed with you, when we're, you know, making love, I like making no decisions. It's like you're in control and will do whatever you want to me, and I love it. I love how you sort of handle me. I like feeling small and delicate in your arms and how you decide what you want and move me around effortlessly. I love the feeling of freedom it brings, like no worries, no decisions or anything, just pure enjoyment. It's a new experience and I like it a lot. Is that wrong?"

Cassandra waited, watching Finn think. The truth was she loved feeling dominated by him, just him. Oddly enough, it gave her power to know he wanted her that badly. She liked how she could drive him nuts to the point where he'd take control of her and manhandle her. It made her feel sexy and the comfort of making no decisions, just going with the flow, was so liberating. It was new and something she understood she could only experience because she trusted him completely.

He took a sip of wine, his eyes twinkling at her. It sent shivers down her spine and goose bumps emerged on her arms.

I SMILED AT CASSIE before responding. "There's no doubt you drive me crazy," I said. "I've never desired anyone as much as you, Cassie. You make me burn and ache. And when you look at me with those damned eyes of yours full of all that emotion I just want to grab you and do some rather adventurous things to you. You're very, very dangerous. But what you're talking about is a submissive role. Is there anything wrong with enjoying a submissive relationship? No. But only as long as it involves things you want to do, and I don't know what those are."

I paused and took another sip of wine. Cassie studied me carefully, listening attentively. I continued. "What scares me is that I might end up doing something you don't want to do and you accept it just to please me. That's not acceptable in any way, shape or form, which is why thinking of myself as being the dominant partner makes me uncomfortable. Do you understand?"

We both resumed eating. The beef tenderloin was exquisite and a perfect match for the delectable Bordeaux wine.

"What if I promised to tell you when I don't want to do something? Would that make it better?" Cassie asked.

"Like a safe word?"

"Sure." She grinned. "I'll use stop as the word. Would that do?"

I smiled. "Don't know. I have to tell you the concept of you acceding to my wishes is so contrary to your personality it makes me nervous."

Beautiful eyes opened wide. An innocent expression emerged. "You mean you don't trust me?"

I chuckled. "Not for a minute."

"How about if I tell you what I want to do with you and you do to me? Would that work? Huh? Tell you all the kinky things I've imagined doing? Or all the things that turn me on?"

The fork paused halfway to my mouth. How did she do it? I could feel an erection forming and the first tingle of lust emerge. What exactly did fifteen-year-old girls consider kinky? I had an overwhelming urge to ask, but not here. Not in the middle of a romantic, classy restaurant surrounded by other patrons.

"Eat," I ordered with a nod. "And don't tell me anything while we're in the restaurant," I added.

She let a sneaky smile out before taking a bite of beef tenderloin, her remarkable pale blue eyes watching me, twinkling with mischief. My heart skipped a beat and pants became tighter.

Cassie looked good in her simple black dress. It seemed to be made out of stretchy material that clung to her slender dancer's body, emphasizing all her adolescent curves in a very attractive way. I'd never seen her ass move so seductively as we walked to the car. Then again I'd never seen her in anything but flat-heeled shoes. Heels made her taller, slinkier, a svelte beauty. I wanted to hold her hand, or rest my arm over her shoulder, or even better, rest my hand at the base of her spine right above the sexy swell of her ass, but we were in a public place and it was too risky.

Shop lights made the scenery festive as we drove home in the dark along Bloor Street, passing though the centre of Toronto, the city bustling with life even late in the evening.

"So, would you like to hear all the things I've been thinking I'd like to try with you?" Cassie asked with a smile, turning in her seat slightly, long bare legs a huge distraction as she tucked one under her on the seat and a dark alluring gap appeared between slender thighs.

"No. Not a word," I said firmly returning my concentration to the car in front of us.

"You sure?" she asked. "You don't want to hear about how I want to try giving you a blow job?"

The car swerved suddenly. I wrestled with it bringing it back into our lane. "Damn, Cassie. I said don't talk!"

"Kay. Can I tell you what I like, though? Like how fishing into your underwear and holding your erection makes me so horny?"

"Dammit, Cassandra!" I exclaimed to the sound of furious giggles. "Stop talking!"

"Kay. But you should know I love your cock, Finn. It's really beautiful and I want to . . ."

"You're still talking," I interrupted, trying to hold back a smile. "Stop!"

"But, you said . . ."

I had a hard erection when I suddenly pulled the car to the side of the road. I was horny, I'd done nothing but think about her all week and with every enticingly exciting word out of her mouth my frustration and arousal grew. I just wanted to grab her and do some rather sexy things right there in the back seat of the car. Her pale eyes glittering with glee didn't help either.

I pointed a finger at her. "You are one very naughty girl," I said. "I might have to spank you."

"Maybe I want you to spank me," she said coyly before bursting into a fit of charming giggles.

Damn!

"Not another word," I warned, looking over my shoulder to merge into the traffic.

"Sixty-nine," she said.

I turned and glared at her.

"What? It's a number not a word!"

Fuck me. "Please," I begged with a smile of concession. "It appears I can't drive safely when you're talking."

Gorgeous pale blue eyes twinkled at me. She smiled. "Kay."

It was eleven-fifteen by the time I hustled Cassie through the kitchen door. I noticed her mother's bedroom light on and a strange car in her drive; the boyfriend.

Cassie walked silently out of the bathroom, her head tilted as she shook out her silky honey-blonde hair with fingers combing through it. She smiled at me. My heart skipped. Jeez she was a gorgeous creature.

She began to undress, slipping her black dress off and moving her slender young body in a slinky, sexy way; wiggling and pushing. I reacted as any conscious male would, an erection storming in. Damn but she could turn me on so fast. She smiled and revealed a sexy, lacy little black strapless bra and wiggled her sexy ass to push the stretchy dress down.

"I'm gonna wake up with you in your bed," she said with pure pleasure. Lacy little black panties appeared. She looked up at me, straightened and smiled. Staring into my eyes, her hands reached behind her. The move pressed small breasts against her lacy bra. A snick sound echoed, a bra clasp being opened. I held my breath, the bra fell and I sighed. There they were, perfect twins, perky and upright, petite and sexy as hell. Fifteen-year-old boobs, could there be anything more delicious? My mouth actually watered.

"I was going to tell you what turns me on," Cassie said conversationally, her fingers slipping into the waist of little black lacy panties.

"What?"

She paused and grinned. "Pay attention, Finn."

"I am. Trust me, I'm really, really paying attention," I answered, staring at the way her sexy panties formed around a sensually shaped pussy and a stunningly sexy gap between long dancer's legs.

Cassie giggled. "No. Pay attention to what I'm saying."

"Okay."

"Okay what?" she asked, grinning.

"Um. To whatever you just said."

CASSANDRA LAUGHED. SHE LOVED it! Finn couldn't even think straight when she was undressing! This was so cute. Leaving her panties on, she climbed onto the bed. Finn's arms opened for her and she settled against him, half on him, half off, her boob pressed to his chest. Rising slightly she kissed his lips, rubbing her boob against him. "Mmm, delicious."

His hand caressed her panty-clad ass slowly. Small tingles of pleasure started. She rested her cheek on his chest. Reaching down, Cassandra drew the sheet up over them. "So, as I was saying . . . are you paying attention?"

"I am," Finn answered with a squeeze of her bum.

"I'm going to tell you what turns me on and things I want to try with you. It's funny cuz some of the things I used to think were a bit dirty seem okay now. Anyway, what turns me on. Well, you do. You're sexy and all manly and musky and smell delicious. That turns me on. And when you smile at me I know you're only seeing me and that turns me on. And, let me see." Cassandra slipped her hand over his chest and down.

"Oh, and I love your cock, Finn," she said, reaching down inside his boxers to hold his erection. "I get really horny fishing into your underwear like this and finding your erection waiting for me. You've got a beautiful erection. It's sexy. It feels good inside me, too," she added, smiling at how it pulsed.

"And I love how you get wet at the tip." Cassandra fondled his erection gently. "Did I tell you how horny I got when you told me I was wet? You made it sound as if you loved me being wet and that turns me on. And when you whisper in my ear when you're cumming, that's like, wow, really hot."

She squeezed and smiled at Finn's moan. His incredible cock swelled in her hand. She traced the flared rim with her thumb. Jeez she loved it.

"And I love how you whisper "Fuck" really quietly when you're really turned on. I like hearing your excitement, too.

"So, there are lots of things I want to try with you," Cassandra continued. "I told you I want to try giving you a blow job. What do you taste like? Anyway I want to see you pee, too. I've always wondered what it looks like to see a guy pee. I'll let you see me pee, too. And I want to feel you get an erection. You know, from being soft to getting big and hard. Like now," she added with giggle, squeezing his erection. "Did I mention how amazingly exciting it was when you put your finger in my bum. I think I might want to try anal sex with you, too, although I'm worried it might hurt; you're so big, you know. But, maybe if we're careful." Cassandra emphasized her comment with another squeeze.

"I read somewhere, maybe it was a book; I read about morning sex, like lazy slow sex and I want to try that, too. Oh, did I mention I want to try sex outside? You're leaking a lot, Finn. How come?"

I WASN'T GOING TO survive. "Fuuuuck me," I moaned. Never in my life . . .

"I like hearing you when you're turned on. Your voice goes all husky and sexy," Cassie said, lifting her cheek from my chest, hand still holding my cock inside the underwear.

My thoughts were a bit muddled. Cassie was beguiling me. Blood loss to my lower member was making rational cogitation a challenge. Hearing a fifteen-year-old girl having so many sexy desires was confusing. Where to start?

"So what turns you on?" she asked with a smile.

Reaching down I removed her hand from my cock and pulled it out from my boxers. Ah, now I could think, much better. I let her spectacular little panty-clad bum go and caressed her slender back. When her hand made a move to return to my boxers I grabbed it and held it against my chest.

Pale blue eyes twinkled at me. She smiled and made me ache. "So? What 'cha like?" she asked. "What get's your engine going? What turns your crank?"

I smiled and concentrated. It was difficult.

"Let me see. There are two parts to what turns me on," I said. "Personality parts and physical parts."

"So tell," she ordered, tugging a chest hair, her knee sliding dangerously up my thigh.

"I like the way you have two giggles and two laughs."

"I do?" she asked.

"Yup. You have this giggle that comes out when you're embarrassed or shy and another different giggle that comes out when you find something really funny."

"I do?"

"Uh-huh," I nodded. "And your laugh is either light, sort of musical, when you're pleased and from the gut when you find something really, really funny. And I like how you use your hands to speak. They add punctuation and emphasis to what you're saying. And, while I think of it, I like how your eyes speak volumes, too. You've got beautiful eyes."

I paused. Cassie was studying me carefully. "As for physical things, I like how you bite your lower lip when you're concentrating on something. And I like how you match your panties to your shoes . . ."

"I do not!" she interrupted.

"Yes you do," I countered with a grin. "Last week you were wearing white sneakers and white panties. Then the next day you were wearing pink Keds. Your panties were pink, too. And today your shoes were black and . . ." My voice trailed off and I snapped the elastic waist of her silky panties.

A lovely little blush emerged. Her magical eyes opened wide. "I do!" she exclaimed in surprise. "Wow. How about that!"

"I haven't finished," I said, rolling Cassie onto her back and rising onto my elbow. With a finger I curled her hair back around her delicate ear. "I like your ears," I said. "And this part of your neck," I added sliding the back of my finger down the side of her neck.

"I like the shape of your lips and how you look like you're about to smile at a secret only you know," I murmured, tracing her lips with my fingertip. Beautiful pale blue eyes studied me. I kissed her lips gently, just a feather light touch. "I like your scent here," I said touching the base of her neck, "and here," I added kissing her earlobe gently. "I like the way your areolae sort of pucker up when you're turned on," I said, my fingertip tracing around one pink areola. Cassie trembled slightly. Her nipple stiffened.

"I like the fine hair on your tummy," I whispered, drawing the sheet off. "I like the little pierced stud in your navel. And I love the way your pussy mounds up under your panties," I murmured, my fingertip tracing up her amazing pubis and over, lightly touching her cleft. "I like the bridge formed by the waist of your panties," I added, sliding my fingertip from hip to hip in the gap.

Reaching for her small hip I rolled her over onto her front with ease. Bringing my face close to hers, her incredible eyes watching me, I whispered, "And I absolutely love how your ass curves so sexily. You have a gorgeous ass." My fingers traced up and over her buttocks. "I absolutely love the little crease where your sexy buttocks meet your thighs," I murmured, tracing the crease from her crotch out to the side of her thigh. "And I love the base of your spine where it dips and starts curving up," I added, tracing her spine, "and the fine hair you have there."

"I love how urgent you get when you're horny. I love how your eyes become all intense. I love how you smell and taste. And I love how you cum, Cassie."

Moving my face close to hers, breathing her breath, I smiled. "You turn me on, Cassie. I love every little bit of you." Smiling to myself I wondered how long she'd last before she'd take charge. I knew Cassie too well. She might enjoy being submissive at times, but she was too strong, her personality too alive and vivacious to be completely submissive.

I kissed a soft cheek gently. My fingertips traced down her spine and up over the sensual rise of her ass. Her eyes narrowed slightly as fingertips slipped down following the natural dip in her panties formed by two sweet firm buttocks. I felt the bed move as she parted her legs. My fingertips felt the beginning mound of her labia and detected dampness. I moved my mouth to her ear.

"And I adore how wet you get," I whispered. "That turns me on, no end. I'm so hard, Cassie."

She growled! It was both funny and sexy beyond words. Cassie shoved me onto my back with one hand, the other tugging at her black panties as she turned and sat up. Feet kicked in the air and black silky panties flew. She stared at the tent in my boxers and for a moment I thought she'd yank them off and mount me. But she paused at my grin of success. A small smile emerged. Bright eyes twinkled at me in amusement. "That was goooood," she said.

"Thank you, ma'am."

"It's a shame really," she said.

"Why?"

Pale blue eyes twinkled. "I was gonna give you a blow job but you've made me all horny and stuff."

I opened my mouth to propose a mutually satisfying solution, a number just under seventy coming to mind, when she ordered me to lift. I did. Boxers were tugged down, my erection straining up off my stomach.

"I thought . . ." I started saying. Cassie calmly swung her leg over me and straddled me, beautiful eyes intense, and muddled all my thoughts.

She fondled my cock, shuffled up and settled her plump pussy on my shaft, wiggling a bit to get comfortable, sexy labia bulging out around my shaft. "Thought what?" she asked.

"I thought we might . . ."

Cassie slowly humped up my shaft sending bolts of mind-befuddling pleasure into me as her silky, slippery pussy oozed over my reddened crown.

"What?" she asked.

"I thought we mi . . . Oh Jeezuuus."

Cassie pressed her moist pussy down on my crown, hands on my stomach, and reversed, rubbing her slippery pussy down my shaft. The tip of my cock rose off my stomach. A string of clear precum stretched from the tip.

"What?" she asked, reversing, dragging her pussy back up my rigid shaft and over my crown.

"I . . . I . . ."

She wiggled and humped gently.

"I what?" she asked softly with a very sexy smirk.

I felt it. I felt the tip of my cock being nestled to her entrance, hot and moist. Holding her narrow hips gently I felt her tilt her pelvis.

"What?" she asked very softly, bending down, her face near mine. She pressed back. Her mouth almost touched mine, smiling softly, her eyes sparkling.

"Fuuuck," I whispered as the tip of my aching erection oozed into her pussy, hot, moist, slippery.

Pale blue eyes studied me intently. She pulled off, my crown emerging. She reversed, pressing my crown in, tight, so tight, her opening slipping down to surround just my crown. A mysterious smile emerged. She pulled off me, slowly, my crown oozing out of her snug hold.

Cassie kissed the corner of my mouth. She reversed and pressed her pussy to my painful erection, the crown once again slipping slowly into her velvet grip. She paused. I saw something flit through her gorgeous eyes. She clenched her pussy.

I groaned. So damned tight.

She grinned at my agony and clenched again.

"Enough!" I gasped, tossing her off me and onto her back. I rose and slipped over her, my erection straining, thick, heavy. Without holding it I pressed her legs apart and moved up over her.

Cassie was smiling at me. She'd won. I had a driving need inside and was helplessly under its control. The tip of my cock nestled to her pussy. I paused, looming over her. Our bodies were touching in three places; her thighs on each of my hips and my cock on her sexy pussy.

I pushed, staring down. Cassie's lightly dusted labia bulged, oozed apart and hugged my crown in a moist warm welcome. The tip slid through her cleft and caught at her entrance. I watched as the first little bit of my erection penetrated her moist vagina and it was too much. Lowering myself, Cassie's arms welcomed me. I slid deep into her, silky and perfect. With a moan I gathered her slender body in my arms and hunched, fucking into her, slipping deep, liquid velvet surrounding my shaft. The tip nudged against her end. I was buried in heaven.

Reaching down for her sexy little buttock, I withdrew, her vagina gripping me. Reversing, I thrust, so good, so damned good. My cock felt huge, her vagina tight and silky. She murmured and sighed, "Finn," so quietly it inflamed me.

Holding her petite, sexy, dancer's body, I started fucking Cassie, thrusting, withdrawing, fucking, my desire so strong. Her small body twitched under me with each hard thrust. One hand stroked my back, the other caressed the back of my neck. She murmured and moaned and drove me damned crazy.

I fucked Cassie harder, tugging her gorgeous buttock to me, thrusting deep, so damned good. I had a thundering need for release driving me. My erection felt heavy, my balls tight, my chest heaving. I fucked Cassie harder, plunging into her moist warmth, tight, sexy. She started panting, breath expelled with each hard stroke. I thrust, withdrew, thrust in a growing frenzy, need for release building to painful levels.

And then Cassie came. She snorted and grunted, "Ngh," her pussy clasping, legs jerking out, hands grasping. Her whole body curled, thrusting her pussy up at me. She grunted, "Ngh," again, her pussy tightening on my thrusting cock and I came.

Pressure exploded as if a dam had burst. My cock swelled and ached. Semen raced up my shaft. Pain, pain. "Fuck," I gasped quietly and cum erupted into Cassie's tight pussy. Ecstasy slammed into me. I hunched and fucked into her, deep, all the way, erection swelling, pressure, pressure. Cum jetted out in an endless spurt as I shoved myself into her, gripping her sweet buttock, pleasure rocketing through me. I fucked and came, fucked and came as Cassie writhed under me, her pussy clenching with her orgasm. I came hard, chasing my climax, chest heaving, cock swelling, spurting, spurting, Jesus, cumming hard until my climax crested and released my straining body.

Collapsing onto my back, perspiration coated me, my chest still heaved, heart racing. Cassie cuddled to my side, her arm over me, her knee on my thigh. Silence was broken by occasional passing cars. Eventually calm and peace was restored. Reaching around her I pulled her closer. She felt so good pressed naked to my side.

"Night, Finn," Cassie whispered.

I murmured a response, sleep tugging desperately at me. I had enough energy to pull the bed covers over us and that was all. It was perfect; sex with Cassie, sleep with Cassie.

Chapter Nine: Sunday Morning

I woke to Cassie asleep on her front and arm thrown over my chest. There was no cuddling, no spooning, just her arm. Sun streaming through the large bedroom windows made strands of her honey-blonde hair shine like spun gold. The cotton sheet draped over her body outlining a slender back, sensuous buttocks and long legs. I had an erection which drew my attention to a bladder about to rupture.

Lifting her arm carefully, I slipped from bed and made for the bathroom. As usual I stood over the toilet waiting for my erection to subside enough to pee, studying dust on the wall to distract me. Hearing Cassie stir in the bedroom didn't help. I imagined her stretching like a cat and tossing back the sheet to reveal her sexy, seductive . . .

"Hey! You're peeing. Lemme see."

Damn!

I studiously ignored her, staring at the wall.

"Can I hold it?" she asked, standing slightly behind me and peering around.

"No. Go away, Cassie," I begged. My bladder was gradually becoming painful.

"How come you have an erection? Can you pee like that? Here, let me hold it for you."

"No . . . And no," I said brushing her hand away.

"No what?"

"Cass, go away," I ordered firmly.

"Fine. I'm gonna take a shower," she grumped.

When the shower started I sighed with relief. That amazingly satisfying feeling hit; peeing with a full bladder. My mind emptied along with the bladder. Flushing the toilet I turned my attention to the outline of Cassie behind the frosted glass, slender and coltish. Grinning to myself I joined her. She immediately insulted me.

"Wow. It's small," she said, staring at my flaccid pride and joy, her soapy hands pausing.

I stared at her; sweet and young and sexy and naked and wet and gorgeous and in my shower. I loved how she looked like a drowned kitten, her hair wet and dark. I loved watching the rivulets of water find fascinating curves and valleys on her sensual teenage body. I watched her grin, a beautiful sight. Damn! I'd made love with that gorgeous thing! I studied the confluence of her thighs, how her sexy pussy pouted, water running down off her vulva as if she was peeing in the shower.

"Oh, look! It's growing!" she exclaimed, reaching out and grabbing my awakening penis. Cassie stroked it with soapy hands and her grin broadened. "Nice. Big again! Rinse, Finn," she instructed. "I'm gonna kiss it. Did I tell you how beautiful your cock is?"

That was it. How did she do it? I grabbed her, all ninety-five sexy pounds of her, and drew her to me, my erection poking and sliding across her stomach to her hip. I drew the seductive minx onto her toes, bent and kissed her, drowning in her beguiling pale blue eyes. Cassie opened her mouth to me, her hands sliding up my back to my shoulder blades. She pressed her sexy firm body against me, her firm little breasts to my chest. My tongue intertwined with hers. Bending, I gripped her sexy petite buttocks and lifted her, her legs curling around my waist.

I wanted to take her there, in the shower, wet, messy, and gorgeous. I wanted to press her back to the tiled wall and rut like crazy. Damn! Cassie drove me nuts.

"No, Finn. Not like this. Wait!"

She wiggled out of my arms and took a step back, her eyes shining with arousal, lips slightly swollen from our kiss. Her hand reached out and gently held my erection. It strained. She grinned and caught her lower lip between bright white teeth. I could see her mind working. What was she contemplating?

Cassie knelt at my feet. Looking up at me she smiled and gently kissed the tip of my cock. The tip of her tongue wiped her upper lip tasting precum. Fuck. I stared heatedly as she cupped my balls with her other hand. She lifted my shaft and kissed the base.

"I like it, Finn," she said, eyes smiling. They slipped away from my face and studied my cock. "It's cute."

"It's not 'cute'," I growled.

"Okay. It's beautiful." She kissed up the shaft softly and, damn, kissed the tip before sealing her lips to it. Her eyes glanced up at me. Her mouth opened and lips slipped over my crown to take me in. Heat surrounded me, a tongue caressed the rim. I pulsed, my heart beat hard, sound dimmed. The sight of her with my erection in her mouth was stunningly arousing. She eased her mouth off slowly, my crown emerging. But before it fully appeared Cassie reversed and took me back in, her hand holding my shaft. I pulsed again.

Her mouth popped off. She inspected my erection moving it around before asking, "Am I doing it right?"

"I . . . I . . ."

"Good," she declared with a grin. Cassie proceeded to open her mouth and slip it over my cock. Her lips closed, she bobbed slightly taking more of me in and sucked, her other hand stroking my shaft.

Unexplainable weakness hit my knees. Reaching out to the tiled wall I held myself up. She bobbed her head again, stroked my shaft, sucking. When her tongue started teasing me a desire to hold her head and thrust tore at me. My hips jerked uncontrollably. Cassie gagged and eased her mouth back, her eyes turning to look up at me.

It wasn't my first blow job. It wasn't the most talented blow job. But, my God, it was the best by far. I didn't know what to do. Staring at sweet Cassie sucking me off, gorgeous pale blue eyes looking up at me, such a slender young girl, had me on the edge, my erection tight and swelling.

My orgasm stirred as she bobbed her mouth on me, fucking me, her tongue teasing me senseless, hand stroking me. I felt the building storm and didn't know if I was supposed to warn her or not.

And when Cassie gently squeezed my balls and her finger teased my asshole, I hit the limit.

"Cassie," I gasped, pulling her mouth off my cock. Her eyes widened, my aching erection swelled and I came, semen exploding in a long, beautifully pleasurable spurt, thick cum landing on her forehead, eyebrow, nose and chin. She grinned! Another achingly hard spurt hit me making my stomach cramp, semen rocketing up over her hair.

I couldn't breathe.

And then she opened her mouth and aimed my spurting erection. Agony hit. My cock swelled. Thick, pearlescent cum erupted into her mouth, a huge load covering her tongue and I saw stars, ecstasy slamming into me. Her hand stopped stroking me. I grabbed her hand and stroked, erupting, cum spurting into her mouth, pure bliss drowning me. I came into Cassie's open mouth until my knees almost gave way and watched as Cassie calmly closed her mouth and swallowed with a smile. Damn!

Sipping coffee I studied Cassie. She was wolfing down Shreddies cereal.

"Where did you learn it?" I asked, both wanting and not wanting to know. Had she done it with some other guy?

Her gorgeous eyes twinkled. The spoon paused in mid-air. "Internet. Tumblr. Where do you think?" she answered with a smile. "Was it good?"

"Uh, yeah."

"Great. We should try a sixty-nine. That would be fun, don't 'cha think?"

I couldn't believe it. I'd had sex last night and this morning and, exhausted as I was, I felt a reaction in my groin! Cassie was going to kill me. Studying her pretty face all I saw was youthful enthusiasm. For some strange reason I'd gotten it into my mind that it was only guys that loved sex to distraction, but Cassie was proving me so wrong; excitingly wrong - exhaustingly wrong.

"I'm not really sure how . . . Um, don't take this the wrong way, Cassie, but you seem to like sex a lot. How come?" I quickly added, "I love it."

She swallowed her mouthful of cereal. "Didn't I tell you?" Her spoon waved around. "I've dreamed about making love and sex for ever; at least since I was eleven. I used to imagine sex was heavenly." She paused and frowned slightly. "And then, with David, well, it was like everything I'd imagined about sex was wrong, ya know?"

"No."

She took another spoonful of cereal, chewed and swallowed.

"Well it was. But then with you, wow." She smiled. Her spoon wagged at me. "Much better than I imagined. You're gooood, Finn," she added. "I've never cum twice in a row!"

I grinned. A flush of pride hit me. And then I chuckled. What a laugh. Cassie telling me I was a good lover was just about the best thing I'd ever heard!

"What's so funny?" Cassie asked.

"Did I tell you how much I love your enthusiasm? You're a guy's wet dream."

Cassie's head tilted. She studied me and smiled. "I'm your wet dream, Finn, no one else's. I like how I don't feel guilt when we make love," she stated, taking another spoonful of cereal. She glanced at her watch, swallowed, and announced, "I've gotta go. Church service starts in an hour. Mom will be expecting me."

Chapter Ten: Tuesday Mid-afternoon

Traffic inched along the Don Valley Parkway, all three lanes choked. The southbound lanes were almost empty. Sun made autumn leaves radiant, a breathtaking display of yellows, deep reds, and shades of orange. I saw none of it.

My daily trades had been at margin, no profit, no loss. The usual enjoyment I had for trading was pushed aside by thoughts of Cassie. I hadn't seen her since Sunday morning, her day busy with her mother. Monday I'd had an engagement with old friends. Sitting in traffic I was feeling a bit morose; Tuesdays was Cassie's gymnastics practice. I wouldn't see her.

Cars moved in a sudden spurt, advancing twenty-odd meters before stopping. Frustrations made me boil inside when I saw our traffic jam was the result of an accident on the south-bound side of the Parkway, north-bound drivers slowing to gawp at the three cars caught in a fender-bender.

"Assholes!" I yelled at the other drivers. It didn't help.

I was officially in a foul mood when I parked my Acura Vigor in the drive. Opening the front door I saw Cassie's backpack on the hall floor. My heart skipped. What was she doing here on a Tuesday?

"Cassie?" I called out, looking in the living room, dining room and kitchen. Climbing the stairs I paused at my bedroom door. My breath caught. An erection began to form.

Cassie seemed to be asleep on top of the bed, wearing one of my dress shirts and nothing else, long bare legs exposed, laying on her front. I studied how sensually the shirt-tail barely covered her small ass. Bending, I couldn't tell if she had panties on. Tossed into the corner was a pile of sweatpants, T-shirt, and blue sneakers. Ah, so blue panties. Hmm.

Moving to the side of the bed I studied her gorgeous face partially obscured by honey-blonde hair. Then I saw the slight smile; she was awake! What a minx! I grinned . . . and paused. She was supposed to be at gymnastics practice. What was she doing here?

Bending, inhaling her sensual scent, I drew her hair back off her face and kissed her cheek gently. "What are you doing here?" I asked softly. "Aren't you supposed to be at gymnastics?"

Her smile broadened, eyes opening to look at me, such beautiful pale blue eyes.

It may have been the residual frustration still residing in me from two unsuccessful days of trading. It may have been the frustration of the drive home. It even may have been frustration at not having her with me every minute of every day. I didn't know, but when Cassie told me she was skipping practice I lost my temper. It infuriated me that she'd sacrifice something important to her just to be with me. I should have been happy, elated. I wasn't.

"Get dressed," I said with a light slap of her rear. "I'll see you downstairs."

"What . . ."

Sitting on the couch I tried to understand my feelings. This was new territory for me. I don't think I'd ever been angry at Cassie. But I was. Perhaps it had something to do with her talking about being submissive, or how she seemed willing to give up on gymnastics so easily. Would ballet be next? Would I be the reason a remarkably talented dancer quit? How would that make her feel two years down the line? How would it make me feel? She'd blame me eventually.

Sounds of her footsteps drew me back. She looked hesitant and worried as she approached. I patted the couch next to me and drew her down.

It was a hard chat. She could be obstinate. She was obstinate. She threw "independent" and "I make my own decisions" at me, and "I'm my own person, Finn." Pale blue eyes became flinty. I saw her at seven years old stamping her feet and refusing to clean up her toys.

I saw anger when I told her, perhaps too forcefully, not to behave like a child and if she skipped any activity, any school, we would not be seeing each other during the week or on the weekend. And my chest hurt at the disappointment in her eyes. She stood and stormed out yelling, "FINE!"

It was a long, lonely week. I had a driving desire to go and apologise, acquiesce to her, do anything to make her smile at me. But I was resolute, too. I couldn't let her sacrifice anything, anything at all, just for our relationship. I was right, but God it hurt.

Chapter Eleven: Frigid Friday

Closing the old clam-shell cell phone, I rested it gently on the desk. My ear was still ringing, mind churning.

Mary had withheld nothing as she laced into me for making Cassandra so upset; the lioness mother in all her fury. She'd calmed when I'd explained my rationale and eventually agreed with me. It was a good warning, though. God help me if I ever hurt Cassie.

Mary talked at length trying to explain the incomprehensible logic of a female. She gave up when I couldn't wrap my head around it.

"Finn," she finally instructed me, "just pick her up at school and take her to her ballet class. Just be there for her. She'll come around."

I damned well hoped so!

Cassie's shoulder was cold as she slammed the car door shut. An Arctic chill wafted over from the passenger seat. I wanted her to hug me with the ferocity she was hugging her backpack.

Not a word was said. She left the car as soon as we arrived at the studio without waiting for me. She danced without looking at me once. And with every passing, agonising minute my resolve was eroding. I thought her anger was incredibly beautiful. I admired her determination no end. I loved and hated her stubbornness.

She didn't even pause when class was over, brushing by me when we left the studio. She chilled and thrilled me with her obstinacy.

"Cassie . . ." I started to say when we pulled into my drive.

The passenger door slammed before I could say more. It was a frigid Friday indeed. Sighing deeply, I locked the car and let myself in the front door. I'd forgotten to lock it again. Ten minutes later I was barefoot, sprawled on the couch with a Glenmorangie single malt Scotch on the rocks in hand, the CTV evening news on TV, and wondering what delivery to order for dinner. I was too down to cook.

It amazed me that one person could affect my moods so deeply. It was rather disconcerting. I sipped the smooth Scotch, enjoying the peaty, smoky flavour and paying only part attention to the news; something about the Mayor Rob Ford being removed from office for ethics breaches. The sound of the kitchen door opening reached me. I paused and watched the kitchen doorway holding my breath.

She appeared and leaned on the doorframe. God she was pretty. A dark green T-shirt slipped to the side exposing one shoulder and bra strap. Soft pink sweatpants draped from narrow hips, pink Keds on her small feet. Honey-blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail. Pale blue eyes looked into me.

"Okay," she said. That was it, okay. No Sorry, Finn. Just, okay.

Oh how such a simple word could elicit such pleasure. A wave of warmth suffused me. The weight of the world I didn't even know I was carrying lifted from my shoulders. Back muscles relaxed. I smiled.

"Thank God, Cass," I said. "I don't think I could have taken it any longer. I missed you so much."

A beautiful smile emerged, eyes twinkling. The smile was displaced by a stern look. "If you ever hurt me again, I'll kill you Finn," she said plunking herself onto the couch next to me. "What's for dinner? I'm hungry now."

Suddenly everything was right in my world.

Pizza was wolfed down; a greasy, spicy, filling meal. We cuddled on the couch and smooched. I fondled relentlessly, Cassie squirming away from my hands, giggling with pleasure and letting me occasionally get a fleeting touch of a sexy young little breast. She refused to prove my theory that her panties were pink, smiling coyly.

CASSANDRA GLOWED INSIDE. SHE'D had a shitty week. Being angry at Finn was no fun. Neither was the guilt she'd carried all week. Who knew he'd be so disappointed in her, and that was what had hurt the most. She hated being wrong and had spent the week hoping he'd apologise, but he hadn't. She never knew he could be so stubborn.

Giggling, she grabbed his groping hand, holding it with both of hers. Damn, her nipples were hard and sensitive, the bra feeling rough. When he suggested she show him her panties weren't pink, again, a sneaky thought hit her. Hmmm.

"Be right back," she said, scrambling up off the couch. Climbing the stairs she had to smile. Finn had been almost right about her matching her panties to her shoes, except it was backwards. She realised she matched her shoes to her panties, and that gave her an idea.

LEANING BACK INTO A slouch, I shoved the pizza carton aside with my bare feet and rested them on the coffee table. I was happy. I liked groping Cassie. I adored her giggles and squirming and shoving my hand away. Flipping channels I found an old rerun of West Wing and settled down.

Out of the corner of my eye I watched Cassie return, T-shirt still slipping off a bare shoulder, lovely soft pink sweatpants, bare feet. She plunked down on the couch, turned and lay back against the armrest putting her legs on my lap. Watching TV, I stroked a leg, found a bare foot and caressed.

I quite loved caressing her foot. When I massaged it Cassie moaned, "Nice," and sighed when I pulled each toe, wiggling her other foot at me. I massaged that one, too, surprised that I found the action arousing. I really liked her delicate feet.

"So?" she asked.

"So what?" I asked.

A sneaky smile emerged. She wiggled her feet in my lap. Her eyebrows moved. "Matching? Remember?"

"Matching what?" I asked, fondling a foot. Oh! Really? "No shoes?" I asked.

Cassie grinned. "Yup."

"Matching?" I asked.

Her grin broadened. "Uh-huh."

Suddenly I noticed a lack of a bra strap, too. Yet her petite boobs were so firm they still mounded her T-shirt as if supported by a bra. My penis woke up. "No shoes, no . . ."

"That's right, Bucko."

My hand caressed a slender leg over her sweats, rising to her knee while I tried to distract her by massaging a foot. The closer my hand got to her crotch, the more my erection grew. Pale blue eyes twinkled at me, beguiling me. I loved her smile. It made my chest ache.

My hand edged higher, across a thigh and, my God, I felt the seductive rise of a young pubis under cotton sweats; that delicate, seductive shape so arousing. I loved how her eyes narrowed slightly when I traced the incredible shape of her teenage pussy. I loved fondling her. It was so personal, so sexy, so damned arousing.

Small bumps emerged, her nipples announcing themselves. That warm flush of horniness cascaded through me. Damn I loved Cassie; absolutely adored her. Turning my attention to the TV, I fondled Cassie's pussy gently waiting to see how much she'd take. Her foot teased the lump in my pants, caressing it sensuously. Maybe I'd be the first to break, carry the sexy little nymph upstairs over my shoulder, toss her on the bed, undress her and kiss every piece of exposed skin.

Nope. This time I was going to win. This time I was going to drive her so nuts she'd rape me. That sounded like a fine plan. It almost worked, too, except . . .

"Did I mention I want to try anal sex, Finn?" she said conversationally. "Tonight? Wadda-ya think?"

I was firm despite the sudden hard throb in my cock. I watched TV. I was the one in control. She was going to crack first. I fondled her sexy pussy some more.

"Didn't you tell me you love my ass? Don't 'cha wanna? Don't 'cha wonder what my bum will feel like? Huh? Are you listening, Finn?"

God I wanted to. I was firm, though. A fifteen-year-old was no match for my strong willpower. I stared resolutely at the television.

"Did I mention I'm wet? Can you feel it?"

Two sparkling pale blue eyes laughed at me when I growled at her. She burst into laughter when I threw the little tease over my shoulder and she squealed with delight when I fondled her ass, carrying her upstairs. She laughed harder when she bounced on the bed and Jesus she was gorgeous, absolutely gorgeous, my heart palpitating at the sight of her.

I stripped, staring at her. Like a sexy kitten, Cassie lay on her back watching me, making no move to undress. Her eyes studied every part of my body as it was revealed and she smiled a smile of achievement when my erection was bared. She did nothing to help me when I pulled her T-shirt up and off revealing stunningly firm little breasts. She smiled when I kissed the tip of each and did nothing at all to help me as I tugged sweatpants off her. Somehow the complete lack of cooperation inflamed me even more.

I studied her perfect pussy and quietly moaned to myself when, on bending down to kiss it, I smelled her arousal. It was intoxicating, dizzying, beguiling.

Grabbing a pillow I rolled her over, slipped an arm under her waist and lifted, slipping the pillow under her pelvis, my cock aching, need pounding through me. I was so damned turned on.

Two glorious buttocks rose majestically, sensual and small, toned and firm. Reaching into the bedside drawer I pulled out a bottle of lubrication, straddled her long legs and admired the perfection of a fifteen-year-old dancer's ass. With my erection jutting up and pulsing with arousal I let myself bask in the magnificence of a naked nymph. Cassie had boyish hips. She was slender and seemed almost delicate. Her long back swept down to the base of her spine. Having been an ass man all my life I appreciated Cassie's rump. It was utter perfection, sensual, curved, mounded high with the pillow under her. Her butt crack was closed, buttocks flaring slightly before merging seamlessly into sexy thighs. But what had my heart palpitating was, despite her legs being closed, she still had a sensual gap at her groin filled by a plump pubis, two labia tightly closed and lightly dusted with honey-blonde pubic hair.

Precum slipped down over my crown as I contemplated one of the sexiest sights known to man; a sensual naked young girl exposing her most private charms to me; offering them to me for my pleasure. Bending, I kissed each gorgeous buttock, pressing my mouth into her, her skin cool against my lips.

I kissed my way up her back, the tip of my erection lightly touching her ass and leaving a trail of precum. Pulling her hair away to expose a neck and ear, I whispered, "Jesus, Cassie. You have no idea how sexy you are. I adore you."

Cassie's response was a slight smile and bum wiggle that teased my erection and made my heart race. Kissing my way back down her spine I sat up, straddling her legs. The cap of the lubrication snapped open. Cassie gasped at the cold lube as it dripped into her butt crack. Smiling, I started massaging two gorgeous buttocks. I was treated to a breath-taking sight. Cassie's buttocks parted and her anus appeared. Her sexy, sexy cleft partially opened revealing a glistening reddened interior; Cassie aroused.

She moaned when I slipped my thumb down to caress her clitoris. Her bum began to undulate. Spreading lube along her cleft I found her vagina and probed gently. She moaned and arched her bum up, my fingertip penetrating her; hot and moist, velvety smooth.

Using my other hand I caressed her anus gently, carefully letting the tip of my finger press against her. Cassie's undulating bum pressed and, gently, slowly, my fingertip eased into her rear, my other hand still penetrating her pussy and caressing her clit.

"How does it feel?" I asked softly.

"Mmmm," she responded, clenching her buttocks.

With my erection pulsing and waving in the air, the desire to take her was almost overwhelming. I loved her sexy ass. It was gorgeous, petite, firm, and all female. With one finger in her butt I poured more lubrication onto her and tried to add another finger. Cassie moaned. At first her anus tightened, buttocks clenching. Then she relaxed and the tip of my index finger joined my middle finger stretching her open carefully.

The sight was too much for me. The week-long separation had been too much, the sensual touching and teasing downstairs too much. Seeing her naked with her glorious ass up in the air, so sexy, was too much. Withdrawing my hands, I gripped my throbbing erection, leaned over her slender body and aimed my cock between sexy rounded buttocks. Staring, I watched it slip between her beautiful buttocks. I felt the tip nestle to her slippery anus. Jesus!

"You ready?" I whispered.

"Uh-huh. Slowly, kay?"

I pressed. Nothing. My cock pulsed. I pressed again gently. Her buttocks clenched. Nothing. "Relax, Cassie."

I pressed. Nothing. Another approach was needed.

"Cassie, I'm going to hold still. You press back, okay?"

"Kay," she responded with a whisper.

Holding my body up on one trembling arm, one hand gripping my slippery erection to hold it in place, I shook at the sight of Cassie's sexy bum press up at me. At first there was resistance. Pressure built. I couldn't stop myself. I shoved slightly and God, her anus slipped over my crown like a tight rubber band. Cassie moaned. I inhaled sharply. She clenched. Agony hit.

"Jesus, relax, Cass," I gasped.

She did. Through my cock I felt Cassie trembling. I thought it was pain, but she curled her ass back at me and, unbelievably, my erection sank into her tight bum, warm, buttery soft. Jesus the sight had me so damned horny. Cassie's small buttocks hugged my shaft and made my cock look huge penetrating her. The ring of her anus was tight, a rubber band on my shaft. I was almost fully buried in her ass and it felt fantastic.

Neither of us moved for a few moments.

"Do you like it?" Cassie eventually asked, her head resting on crossed arms.

"Do you?"

"I asked first," she countered.

"Yes," I admitted. "I absolutely love it. Your ass is one of the wonders of the world, Cassie. It's spectacular. And seeing me penetrating you is very, very erotic," I admitted. "Do you like it?"

There was a pause. She clenched her buttocks slightly. Damn that felt good. "It's okay, I guess. You feel huge inside me. But I think I like regular sex more."

"Do you want me to stop?" I asked, my cock throbbing in her ass.

"No. If you like it, I like it."

Bending over, her sweet bottom nestled to my groin, I clarified something. "Cassie, it has nothing to do with "If I like it." We don't do things we don't both like, remember? If you don't like it we stop."

She clenched her bum again, softly, carefully. "It's not bad. Do you think you could rub my clit while we do this?"

Reaching down, Cassie lifted her hips to give my hand room. My cock slipped even deeper into her, hot, very exciting. I found her cleft, found her moist, slippery arousal, probed her vagina slightly and she moaned. Drawing moisture, I caressed her clit.

"Mmm. Better," she murmured, pressing her delectable bum back at me. "Now it feels nice."

For a couple of minutes I let myself feel. I caressed her clit, inhaled the scent of her hair and felt my cock buried in her sexy ass. I loved how petite Cassie felt under me. It made everything so much more exciting. Just knowing I was fucking a fifteen-year-olds ass was thrilling, so dirty, so illicit. And Cassie must have read my mind. She stunned me.

"So, aren't 'cha going to fuck my ass, Finn? Don't you wanna cum in my bum?"

"Jesus, Cassie!" I exclaimed and thrust involuntarily.

"So you like dirty talk, huh?" she asked with a giggle.

"Goddamn, Cassie!" Generally I didn't. But there were times when, in the privacy of a bedroom, with someone I liked a lot, dirty talk sounded less . . . dirty, more sexy.

"Is that a yes?"

"Fuck."

She giggled again. It was agony on my erection. "That's your job," she said, squeezing her buttocks.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph! There are times for making love. There are times for pure sex. This was the latter. Dirty talk from sweet Cassie was far too arousing and way beyond just sexy. It was incredible.

Pulling back I withdrew from her tight butt until just the crown was inside her. Holding her pussy from underneath with my finger rubbing her clit, I thrust into her ass, bouncing off her sweet little buttocks.

"Oof," she gasped as I bottomed out and withdrew. "That was deep. Again," she ordered.

Fuck me. I thrust into her gorgeous ass slapping against delectable buttocks. Her whole body jerked up on the bed and she grunted.

"Finn?"

Pausing as I withdrew, I asked, "Yeah?"

"Do you like fucking my ass? Does it feel good? Will I be able to feel you cum?" She giggled.

Damn!!!

Bending close to her ear I answered. Thrusting into her hard and pausing, I said, "I love fucking your little ass, Cassie. You've got the tightest ass I've ever felt."

I withdrew and fucked into her hard, teasing her clit. "I'm going to cum in you so hard," I whispered.

Cassie moaned under me. Her body twitched and she arched her back, pressing her bum up at my thrusting cock. I started fucking her ass with long strokes, thrusting deep into her, her gorgeous firm buttocks slapping against my groin. Damn, it was sensational. "Your ass is mine," I said with a grin.

Cassie laughed and thrust back at me. "Kay," she answered.

Silence fell, the only sound being my groin slapping against her delectable butt. I tickled and caressed her clit harder, fucking her ass, thrusting and withdrawing, thrusting and withdrawing. I was near, cock aching, pressure in my balls. I fucked Cassie's ass harder with urgency, teasing her clit, thrusting into her rear. God it felt good. The feeling of urgency grew with every deep thrust; the need to cum, the need to feel nirvana, feel sweet release.

Then Cassie gasped under me. Her hands reached out. She grunted, "Ngh," her body jerking. Hands gripped the sheet and Cassie climaxed gloriously, shaking and trembling. I rubbed her clit. She grunted, "Ngh," her small body twitching. Her anus tightened, buttocks clenched. She jerked, and I slammed my cock into her ass and pleasure crashed into me.

"Fuck me!" I exclaimed, shoving deep. My cock swelled and semen erupted into her bum, pure bliss cascading through me.

Cassie grunted again, "Ngh," her body twitching and I cried out with pleasure, a long, long beautiful spurt erupting deep into her, hot cum flooding her bowels. The uncontrollable frenzy of my orgasm hit. Pulling my hand from her pussy I held onto her slender shoulders and fucked her ass hard, spurting beautifully with every glorious, blissful thrust. I came hard flooding her bum, spurting, pleasure thundering through me, body arching, stomach clenching. I exploded, spurting hot cum desperately, completely until my body tensed up with the last weak agonising spurt.

Collapsing over her I panted, heart racing. Residual pulses made my cock throb inside her.

"Jesus, Cassie," I sighed.

"Mmm," she eventually murmured. "That was interesting."

Chapter Twelve: Friday, Two Weeks Later

For almost two weeks I was treated to more sex than I'd ever experienced in my life. It was as if a door had been unlocked with Cassie. She was insatiable, curious, and fearless in exploring sex in every way. She was fully aware of the power she held, too. She could turn me on with just a look and have me stupid in no time flat. That seemed to amuse her for some reason.

But the strangest part of our relationship, the part that had me thinking, was how Cassie wanted to be treated. I found it contrary to all my mores and difficult to understand. When it came to sex she had a submissive streak in her that I couldn't come to grips with. It was so contrary to her personality. She'd tried to explain to me how it was such a freeing experience; not making decisions, going with the flow and completely trusting me. I couldn't comprehend it. No matter how hard I tried to drive her to the point where she'd take control, she'd find a way to drive me nuts and inevitably I'd be back in charge.

However, the part that had me worried was my reaction. I was beginning to like it. I was beginning to enjoy the feeling of dominance that came with moving her body around, positioning her, and feeling how petite and light she was. That aspect of our relationship took another step forward on a Friday night.

Cassie was cuddled to my side, both of us watching television. She smelled wonderful, soap and shampoo and clean and fresh. Her hair was still slightly darker and damp from her shower. She felt sexy and petite and very, very attractive. And she shocked the hell out of me, too.

I bent and kissed her lips gently, as I had wont to do every-so-often. She smiled, gorgeous pale blue eyes twinkling at me. I smiled, feeling very satisfied with life. I was a lucky boy.

Then she spoke.

"Finn?"

"Mmm?"

"If I asked you to do something would you do it?"

"Depends. Ask me what?"

She looked at me intently, smiling. "No. You have to promise to do it first."

"Is it illegal?"

"No.

And foolishly, without further clarification, I agreed. "Okay. What?" When a blush emerged on her cheeks I knew something was up.

"You promise?" she confirmed.

"If it's not illegal, I promise."

"Would you spank me? And then touch me and make me cum?"

My shock couldn't have been greater if she'd announced she was pregnant. My shock wasn't just from her request, although it was an astonishing request. My complete and utter shock was the erection that formed at the idea of spanking her. Why? It was so far out of my comfort zone, so completely unthought-of that I was mute and unable to respond.

"Not hard, though. But harder than you slapped my bum in the shower," she added.

Well that was a relief. "If I think for one minute I'm hurting you, it's over," I said.

Cassie grinned. "Kay."

"So, undress," I instructed.

"No. You have to tell me I was a bad girl and you're going to punish me. Then you pull me over your lap and tell me you're going to spank my bottom. You pull my sweat pants down and spank me on my panties but then stop because you like the feel of my panties. You caress my bum and then tug my panties down exposing me." She paused and added with a smile, "That's when you spank me again."

I think my mouth was agape at her direction. How long had she been planning this?

"And," she continued, "you get turned on and instead of spanking me you start fondling me and making me horny. You have to make me cum. Okay?"

"Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. Where did this come from?" I asked.

"I dunno. It just excites me."

"Well it shouldn't," I said with a frown.

Cassie grinned at me. "But it does. Does that make me a bad girl? Should I be spanked?"

With an erection growing in my pants I grabbed Cassie and tugged her from my side. "Yes. I think you need to be spanked," I said, moving her over my lap.

"Here?" she asked. "In the living room? Won't people see?"

"Here. In the living room," I confirmed, pressing her face down on the couch, her marvelous ass on my lap.

I tried a sight smack on one cheek, feeling hesitant and nervous.

"Harder, Finn," Cassie said. "I've been much badder than that."

I tried another, slightly harder. It actually made a slight sound and her bum jiggled slightly.

"Again. Harder!"

I slapped her ass sharply.

"Ow! Too hard."

Damnation! How the hell did one spank someone hard enough to enjoy but not hurt? Caressing her succulent ass I reached for the waist of her sweatpants, drawing them down over two gorgeous buttocks. Plain white satiny panties, little things, emerged. My erection pulsed. With sweatpants around her thighs I spanked her bum lightly, loving how it jiggled, such a turn on. Cassie wiggled her butt at me. I spanked her slightly harder, a slap sounding over the noise of the television.

"Like that?" I asked.

"Uh-huh. Maybe a bit harder."

"You like this?" I asked.

"Uh-huh." There was a pause as I spanked her again, my eyes locked on her sexy ass. "I'm getting wet, Finn," she added.

Fuck me! Caressing her succulent ass, loving how satin panties felt on her bum, I slipped my fingers down through the gap between her legs to lightly touch her crotch. "You getting wet here?" I inquired, caressing the gusset of her panties softly and pressing. I felt the shape of her cleft underneath.

"Uh-huh."

"Well you shouldn't be," I said sharply and slapped her bum again.

"Ouch!"

"You shouldn't get turned on with spanking," I told her. "It's punishment, not pleasure," I added with another slap.

"Ow!" Cassie flinched.

I flinched. I didn't really like seeing her experience pain of any sort. But, secretly, I enjoyed having her bent over my lap and spanking her. Perhaps a lighter spank would work for both of us. Rubbing soft, sexy satin, my fingertips played with the elastic waist of her panties. "Maybe you should be spanked on your bare bottom," I said softly. "That's what happens when girls are bad. Were you a bad girl?"

"Uh-huh. I was reeeealy bad," Cassie replied, adding a light giggle.

Slowly, enjoying the moment, I pulled the back of her bikini panties down exposing succulent, firm, rounded young buttocks. I loved the sight of her deep butt crack and, with panties pulled to the top of her thighs, I slipped my hand down into her crotch. God almighty! Cassie wasn't damp. Her pussy was wet, slippery and warm. She was really turned on by this spanking!

She moaned at my touch. I grinned. "You shouldn't be aroused," I said softly. "This is punishment. How dare you get wet," I added, withdrawing my hand and slapping her bare ass. The sound was surprisingly loud given it wasn't a hard smack. But, God, her sweet buttocks jiggled and turned pink where I'd spanked her.

Cassie grunted. I slapped her again, amazed at how loud it sounded. I knew I wasn't spanking her hard, my palm not even tingling. But she grunted again, her body shaking. As then it struck me. Cassie was getting close to climaxing! Hot damn!

Bending, I kissed the flushed mark on her ass. "Did I hurt you?" I asked, caressing her gorgeous buttocks.

"No."

I spanked her lightly. She twitched. Caressing her bum, my fingertips probed between her buttocks. She clenched and inhaled sharply. Slipping down, my fingertips touched her pussy, soaking wet, slippery and hot. "You're aroused, you bad girl," I whispered, sliding fingertips into her moist cleft. "That's naughty of you," I whispered, probing gently and touching the entrance to her vagina.

Cassie twitched. I heard her soft moan.

Jesus my cock ached. This was much more fun than I'd imagined. Grinning to myself, I continued. Sliding fingertips along her tight cleft I found her engorged clit. She jerked at the touch. "Don't you dare cum, Cassie. You've been bad. You don't deserve to cum."

Caressing her clit I felt her body trembling. "Don't you dare," I said softly, one fingertip probing into her moist, tight vagina, the other caressing her clit.

She moaned, buttocks clenching. I caressed and probed, slipping my finger into her tight vagina deeper in a fucking motion. "Don't you dare cum until I tell you," I whispered, using my other hand to caress her sexy buttocks. Finger-fucking her gently, I bent and kissed her gorgeous buttocks, cool against my lips. I smelled her arousal, sharp and pungent. She was so wet. Small tremors were shaking her body. It must have been exquisitely agonising for her to hold back.

Smiling, stimulating her clit, I added a second finger to the one in her vagina. "Okay, Cassie. Cum. Cum for me," I whispered.

The reaction was astonishing.

"Oh fuck!" she gasped. Her body arched pressing her pussy back against my probing fingers. She grunted loudly, "Ngh," and jerked, her whole body twitching. I felt her gush, soaking her panties and my hand and the full force of her climax stormed in. Cassie twitched and grunted again, "Ngh." As if electrified, her body jerked and heaved, buttocks clenching. She came hard, legs thrusting out. It sounded like she cried; her pussy so wet. And I rode the wave with her, my erection aching and begging for release as Cassie heaved and thrashed through her orgasm. I'd never seen anything like it.

She was panting when I drew her panties and sweats back up over her lovely ass after giving her glorious glutes a final soft, loving kiss. Her body was limp and lifeless. Occasional tremors shook her. Turning the TV off with a remote, I rolled Cassie over and gathered her in my arms, standing, and turning off lights as I carried her upstairs. Cassie hung onto my neck, her brow damp.

I had a massive erection. I had need thundering through me. I discovered something interesting about myself. I liked spanking Cassie when it was for sexy fun. Why? I had no idea.

Leaving Cassie on the bed I went to the bathroom and fetched a warm damp washcloth. Cassie looked absolutely gorgeous. Her honey-blonde hair was spread over the bedcovers. She lay on her side, one knee up, stretched sweatpants tightly outlining one buttock. Her T-shirt had ridden up slightly exposing the gold stud in her navel. Her eyes were closed, beautiful face in repose, relaxed, one arm thrown out.

"Time for bed," I murmured to her, rolling her onto her back. She muttered when I drew the T-shirt up and off, exposing succulent little breasts. Sliding sweatpants down, lifting her bottom and slipping them off was an exercise in erotic frustration. She was utterly gorgeous, slender, a waif, with beautiful perky breasts, white satiny bikini panties mounded high where her plump pussy pressed up, and long, long dancer's legs. My cock ached.

It stiffened even more when I gently drew her sexy panties down revealing a light pubic bush, a sexy mons, two sharp hips and a breathtaking gap between slender thighs. Cassie muttered when I carefully wiped her crotch with the warm washcloth. Before tossing her panties to the floor I brought them to my nose, inhaling deeply. Fuck I needed to cum. I held onto them.

Sheet and blanket pulled over her I paused for a moment to admire her beauty. In sleep she looked even younger, soft and sexy. Cassie truly had a beautiful face, small nose and long eyelashes. Her mouth looked so kissable. She was a sprite, a nymph, gorgeous inside and out. She was so sound asleep I thought her climax must have been exhausting. My erection pulsed.

Sighing, I took me, her damp panties and my erection into the bathroom. For the first time in almost four weeks I masturbated to relieve the pent-up pressure, inhaling the intoxicating scent of her arousal from her panties. It wasn't as satisfying as I'd hoped for, but relief was relief. There was always tomorrow.

Chapter Thirteen: Saturday

With a huge sigh of pleasure I collapsed to her side. Cassie let herself fall from all fours onto her front. She was killing me. Her appetite for sex was astounding and my willingness to try to keep up with her was utter foolishness. She was multi-orgasmic. I wasn't. God must have had a real old laugh when he made us like that. Waking up to a naked Cassie fondling me and her sparkling pale blue eyes and her smile of mischief and her boobs and pussy and the way she kissed my erection had me stupid again in no time flat. Three positions later I was completely drained and now ready to take a nap before breakfast, all the angst from last night nicely released.

Pale blue eyes peeked over at me. She smiled. "How many times can you cum in an hour?"

"Once," I stated with certainty, my cock flaccid, heart beating hard and panting slightly.

"Bet I can make you cum more than once," Cassie said reaching for my groin.

"You can't. Trust me."

"Sure I can," she replied.

"What do I get if I lose?" I asked, somewhat befuddled.

"Another orgasm!" Cassie stated with a giggle.

"No. That's not what I meant. I meant, if I don't cum again," I clarified, although I was in danger of losing track of the conversation with her hand fiddling with my limp cock.

"Oh. Well . . . I tell you what. If I can't make you cum again within one hour I'll dress up and let you take me out for a movie and dinner tonight." Her fingers toyed with my cock.

"That sounds like it's a prize for you, not me."

Sparklingly beautiful pale blue eyes looked at me. A gorgeous mischievous smile appeared that made my chest ache. "Didn't I mention? I won't be wearing any panties. A short skirt, too! Imagine what you might see. Or, imagine what other people might see! And, when we're sitting at the restaurant you can accidentlly drop your napkin and . . ."

Fuck me. I actually felt a slight pulse in my cock. Cassie obviously did, too.

"Oooh, see?"

Her hand squeeze was very exciting. But her promised reward was a huge incentive. I brought the full might of my powerful self interest to bear.

Cassie climaxed again about twenty minutes later.

Following the mesmerizing sway of her dancer's ass was an exercise in erotic frustration. It was painful, like needing to cum but being unable to. I was quite sure I could see the outline of each buttock and the suggestion of a sexy butt crack from the way the tight, slinky tube-style blue dress clung to her. Even worse was the hem. It hovered at the top of her slender thighs, teasingly promising to ride up and expose a private place, the bottom of a sexy bare buttock, a quick glimpse of a sexy gap, the hint of pubic hair, a peek of a young pubis. I prayed hard for my wish to come true. It didn't. Cassie's laughing at me was not helping, either.

Stiletto heels had given her miles of height. Yet they'd also made her more slender, more willowy, and shaped her endless legs to perfection. I followed the hypnotic rhythm of two fifteen-year-old buttocks moving in perfect harmonious counterpoint, my pulse rising in anticipation of getting a glimpse of paradise. And, glancing around the car park, I reached into my pants' pocket and rearranged my erection so it wouldn't be quite so embarrassing. It just so happened that as I moved my body in odd ways to rearrange myself, Cassie looked back at me.

She burst into a peal of laughter, light, bright, and totally uninhibited. It made me smile, too.

"Come on, Finn," she said reaching her hand out behind her for mine. "Stop staring at my ass expecting to see something."

"You mean you're wearing panties after all?" I asked in disappointment.

She giggled at my pain. "No. I'm not. I promised. But my dress isn't going to ride up."

"How come?" I asked, taking her hand. We neared the door to Emilio's, a very trendy Italian bistro in the west end.

"It's too tight, goof."

"It is tight," I agreed in admiration. Cassie laughed at my tone of awe.

Emilio's was a cross between a French Cafe and an Italian Bistro. The food was fusion Mediterranean with traces of Middle East and North African spices meeting French and Italian dishes. It was loud and bustling and busy with most of the noise coming from the bar patrons.

We were seated against the wall at a red cloth-covered table for two, ice water poured by an envious and ogling waiter and menus placed in front of us. I glared at the back of the waiter as he departed. Cassie appeared not to have noticed his inappropriate looks. I studied the rather fascinating small cleavage a tight dress gave Cassie. Did she have a bra on? I loved the creamy exposed skin, a promise of Eden hidden by blue cloth.

CASSANDRA FELT LIKE HER feet weren't quite touching the ground. This whole weekend was shaping up to be the best in her life. She couldn't stop smiling. Between memories of being spanked, the intensity of her climax that had almost made her black out, and sex with Finn this morning when he'd been so forceful, moving her around into different positions and making her cum three times, she still wanted Finn again. The way he ogled her made her flush with arousal. He was all eyes hoping to see a peek under her dress, lagging behind her, forever hopeful. She just loved how he loved her.

Studying the menu, she giggled to herself. Finn was in for a big surprise.

"What are you having?" she asked.

"Rack of ribs," he replied. "I need to gnaw on something," he added with a frown, staring at her small cleavage.

She smiled, slipped a high-heel shoe off and played footsie with his leg under the table. She adored how his dark sexy eyes narrowed in response. A little thrill passed through her when she wondered what he'd do to her tonight. It was so exciting to tease him to the point where he'd take charge. And tonight he was going to go nuts, she thought with a smile.

REACHING UNDER THE TABLE to push her exploring foot away from my crotch, I asked Cassie, "What are you smiling about?"

"I have a surprise for you," she answered.

Bugger me. My reaction was automatic, Pavlovian, a thickening of my penis. How did she do it? How could such a slight, young girl have such a huge influence over me?

"What are you going to eat?" I asked. When a sneaky smile emerged and sexy eyes twinkled, I immediately added, "For dinner?" Her smile broadened. I added, "Here, in this restaurant, for a meal, food . . . Behave yourself, Cassie!"

I loved her giggle.

Sleeman's White Lager and a full rack of barbecue ribs distracted me for a while. Cassie ate her chicken Alfredo slowly, watching me the whole time. The gleam of mischief in her spectacularly pretty eyes was very distracting. I ordered another beer and pretended to ignore her, but every so often I felt the slightest brush of a foot against my leg.

When I sighed and cleaned off my fingers, pushing the empty plate away from me, Cassie smiled.

"Oops," she said as her fork fell off the table to the floor. "Would you get that for me, Finn?" Her innocent look didn't fool me for a second.

Glancing down I saw the fork. "It's probably dirty. Let's get you a clean one," I said.

"You sure?" she asked slowly. "Don't you think you should pick it up?"

I could feel myself physically responding. It was astonishing that she could do this to me without any effort. Smiling, I bent over, head below the table and reached for the fork. Of course I let my gaze follow the long shape of her legs, over her knees. Her legs parted slightly, slender thighs . . .

"Ow! Shit!" I exclaimed when my head slammed into the underside of the table. I couldn't believe it. I was stunned. The little minx had shaved her pubic hair off!

A giggle made me focus on her. She blushed and it looked spectacular on her. I sat with a raging erection and the picture of her hairless pudendum nestled between slender thighs, her cleft tightly closed and sexy as all get up. The sight of her little clitoris peeking out was outrageously sexy. It made Cassie look like she was a twelve-year-old, or younger.

But then Cassie leaned over the table and whispered to me and I lost some time.

"Guess what? I think I'm leaving a wet spot on the chair."

I had never been teased so successfully, never. Dessert and coffee were forgotten. I was practically dragging Cassie by the hand as we headed to the car, Cassie laughing loudly at me. I was muttering by the time the engine started and almost had an accident when she inched up her tight little dress to expose a perfectly hairless pubis.

"What do you think, Finn? I read that guys like the shaved look. Do you? You don't think it makes me look like I'm a little girl?" she asked, smiling.

"Don't talk, Cassie," I instructed, now exceeding the speed limit.

"Is it because you don't get pubic hair in your mouth with oral sex? I bet that feels . . ."

"You're talking. Don't talk," I growled.

Cassie giggled. "Wanna feel? It's really smooth."

"Dammit, Cassie!"

She was laughing hard when I sped into my drive and screeched to a halt. She was still laughing at me when I growled and took her hand, dragging her into the house. I was in a fog, a lather. It was too much for any man to take.

Hauling her into the kitchen, the bedroom too far away, I unceremoniously bent her over the kitchen table, leaned over her and growled at her. "Your ass is mine, Honey!" Cassie burst into a fit of giggles. I stopped them by tugging her little blue dress up exposing a succulent little bum, giving it a sharp slap before sliding my hand down to explore and caress. Jesus she was moist and horny and soft and hairless.

"How do you do it?" I asked while undoing my pants and shoving them down.

"Do what?" she asked, laying over the table and not moving.

"Drive me so damned nuts," I said, shoving boxers to the floor, my cock springing out, aching and thick.

"It's easy," she said, smiling.

"Is it?" I positioned myself behind her, one hand on her slender back to stop her from moving, and admired her gorgeous ass, the short butt crack formed by firm little buttocks and the incredibly sexy sight of her hairless little pussy filling the space between slender legs.

"Uh-huh," Cassie responded. She wiggled her bum.

"Fuuuck," I moaned.

"See?"

Grasping my cock I shuffled forward, staring at the view of my crown gently pressing to a closed, hairless, plump little cleft. Reaching down I pried her sexy little buttocks apart and watched her labia ooze apart, the reddened glistening interior appearing. My erection looked huge, the crown massive, her little cleft short and young and immature, and so damned arousing. Precum oozed, a clear bead forming, and pressure and desire slowly fogged my brain.

The tip of my erection touched her pussy. A surge of need hit me. It looked outrageous, my crown massive, her pussy tiny. Fuck. Pressing, Cassie's labia at first flattened before slowly parting, yielding to me and oozing over my crown. Heat touched my tip, moist heat, Cassie's heat. She sighed and pushed slightly, her head falling to the table.

I was treated to the amazing sight of my cock slowly squeezing into a hairless little pussy, labia stretching over my crown. Her small anus appeared when I spread her buttocks more and, holding on to her bum, I gently but insistently penetrated her moist velvety pussy.

"Mmm. Feels good, Finn," Cassie murmured, wiggling her bum to get me deeper.

My cock swelled, ached, and pulsed as it burrowed into her tight grip. I held her narrow hips and pressed and withdrew, edging deeper and deeper until her sexy dance-toned buttocks nestled to my groin. God she felt good, she looked good, and she smelled good. Withdrawing slowly, her pussy almost inverting as it clung to my shaft, my heart pounded. My erection glistened with our moisture. I adored the sight; her small pussy stretched so obscenely by my cock and a world-class butt bared for my pleasure.

Reversing, I thrust into her all the way, bottoming out as her sweet buttocks pressed to my groin. The tip of my erection nudged her cervix. She grunted. Pulling back, my glistening, straining shaft emerging, labia clinging, I thrust again, harder, burying myself in silky heaven.

"Oof," she gasped, the kitchen table shaking. "Wow, you're horny, Finn."

"Damn right I am. It's your fault, you little tease," I answered, withdrawing, thrusting, God so good.

Holding her slender hips tight I began to fuck Cassie, my need too great. This was pure raw sex, pure need, a base desire to seek release. I fucked her, holding her sweet little body and staring at the amazing sight of my erection penetrating her sexy hairless little pussy. It looked like I was having sex with an eleven year old preteen, unable to see breasts, just a glorious ass. I thrust harder, need driving me, her velvety pussy caressing me, massaging me, so wet, so slippery.

Cassie suddenly gasped. Her body tensed. She grunted, "Ngh." Her pussy tightened, buttocks clenched, body jerked. Damn, she was cumming! I fucked her harder, deep thrusts, my groin slapping off her buttocks. She grunted again, "Ngh," her feet slipping as her legs tightened and body jerked hard. Her pussy clamped down, buttocks clenching, hands curling into fists. She snorted, "God, Finn!" and I came.

My erection swelled painfully. There was a pause, aching, pain. Shoving my erection deep, pressed to her sweet buttocks, buried in her incredible pussy, I gasped, "Jeezus Christ," and heaven arrived. Semen exploded like a dam bursting, charging up my shaft to violently erupt deep into Cassie. Pleasure crashed in. "Fuck," I gasped, withdrawing, thrusting deep, swelling, exploding. Ecstasy slammed into me as I spurted what felt like a huge load of cum, an endless, agonising spurt, hot wetness flooding my crown.

Cassie grunted and shook. Holding her narrow hips I fucked her with short hard strokes, gloriously exploding semen into her incredibly snug pussy with each exquisite thrust. I came hard, flooding her, spewing my insides out until only agony remained, my cock swelling and pulsing with nothing left to deliver, dry heaves hurting, tugging her sweet buttocks to my groin, so good, so damned good.

Panting, I collapsed over her back.

It took several minutes for either of us to move. I liked having my partially engorged penis held in her sexy pussy. I liked feeling her sexy little buttocks pressed to my groin. Pulling her hair away from her damp brow, I kissed her cheek gently, inhaled her intoxicating scent, flowers, strawberry and sex. "Love you," I murmured.

Cassie smiled. She clenched her buttocks, squeezed my cock. Her hand found mine, fingers intertwining. I loved it.

"Move, Finn," she said suddenly, squirming under me. "I've gotta pee. Wanna come watch?"

Chapter Fourteen: One Beautiful Sunday Morning

Awareness arrived on a wave of peaceful pleasure. Conscious thought arrived shortly thereafter. Sunday morning. Nothing to do. Golden morning sun lit the bedroom. I could feel it warming the bedcovers over me.

Scent filled the air, light and delicate, floral; Cassie's perfume still lingering from last night. I held her. She was curled up like a child, asleep, her breathing only detectable by the movement of her back. I was spooning her, my knees curled up, my groin nestled against her firm bottom. With one arm under her neck and the other over her waist she felt small and intensely female in my arms. She felt delicate and she smelled so damned good.

I'd found paradise. The minutes ticked by. Her bare back was warm against me. Her firm buttocks were warm. She felt so good in my arms I never wanted to let her go. I'd stay in bed all day, just like this, drowning in the pleasure of simply holding her. Maybe when she stirred awake I'd kiss her cheek. Would she turn her face to me? She would. She'd give me that smile that would stab me deep in my chest, eyes radiant and full of love. She'd murmur when I'd kiss her good morning. Maybe she'd turn in my arms to snuggle. Maybe she'd trace her fingertips over the back of my hands before taking them and guiding them to her petite breast, "There, that's better," she'd say.

I remembered her shaved pussy.

I felt my erection. The first stir of arousal was always so exciting; penis thickening before it extends, the rush of blood, heart rate increasing, anticipation of sex. I felt her silky buttocks pressed back at my groin and my cock swelled, lengthened and rose. Arousal strengthened.

Holding Cassie's perfect body, her young body, I let my need flow through me. I found it hard to believe she was in my bed, that this perfect teenage angel was my lover. I loved desiring her. I loved how much she made me ache. My erection stiffened and slowly found the valley of her closed thighs. It was hard to believe I could be this lucky, have such a beautiful girl as my lover. It was hard to fully comprehend how much I loved her. I couldn't articulate it to myself. My arms tightened around her slender body slightly. She was mine and I was never going to let her go.

Cassie sighed quietly. At first I thought she was asleep. But her leg lifted slightly and my rigid erection popped up to nestle along her smooth bald pussy. Her leg fell, surrounding me, trapping my cock. She squeezed gently and flexed her sweet buttocks. Exquisite. I hugged her slightly tighter.

Not a word was said. Cassie treated me to a rare pleasure. She lay quietly with my erection throbbing and pulsing between her legs. Every so often she squeezed her legs together very softly, as if encouraging me. Her small ass felt wonderful pressed to my groin. Not a word was spoken. This was heaven.

Heaven was disturbed by the slightest of moves, an invitation, subtle. Cassie moved her hips ever-so-slightly, buttocks flexing, her pussy moving along my shaft just a bit. The pulse of pleasure that hit me was astounding. My cock swelled. She felt it, moving her hips ever-so-slightly in response. My cock flexed with pleasure. Motion had started.

No words were spoken. Every minute or two Cassie moved her hips and my cock swelled in response. Time between the movements shortened, one minute, thirty seconds, fifteen. She added a very subtle clench of her thighs to the movement, almost like a massage of my cock. Hips moved slightly, my cock flexed, she clenched.

Cassie sighed. Her hand found mine and guided it. I held a gorgeous, firm little breast, my other hand finding a bony little hip. Her body shuddered slightly when I teased a hard nipple. She shuddered again when I squeezed her small breast.

I actually felt the coolness of precum on the tip of my cock when it flexed again. I shuddered and moved my hips to draw the tip back through her legs and along her cleft. Cassie's hand covered mine, pressing my hand to her breast. She curled her ass back at me. I pressed forward gently and the tip of my erection slipped along her precum-slickened cleft to emerge out front. Her heart was beating faster. I felt it thumping against my chest and in the hand holding her breast. She pressed her legs together, flexed her sweet buttocks and shuddered in my arms, breathing deeper.

Drawing my cock back, I moved my hips slightly to change the angle. Suddenly the tip of the crown was slipping though her moist cleft. She moaned when it scraped over her clitoris. Her hand pressed mine to her breast harder.

Excitement was now rushing through my veins. My cock ached. This was perfect. She was warm, sexy, young and perfectly petite. This was so erotic.

Not a word was said. I drew my crown back along Cassie's slippery cleft, dropped one hand to circle her slender waist, tilted my hips and, God Almighty, felt sexy labia ooze apart to hug the tip of my probing cock in a warm, moist embrace. I paused to catch my breath, poised at the entrance to her sexy pussy, poised on the edge of ecstasy.

A minute may have passed. My cock ached. It was a steel rod, pulsing with my need for Cassie. I actually felt Cassie trembling in my arms. So exciting. So perfect.

A car passed the house. I heard ticking as wood floors warmed and expanded from the radiant heat of the sun shining through curtain-less windows. I heard Cassie's breath; shorter, louder. She was still holding my hand to her small breast. She was holding my arm around her slender waist. My erection ached, poised to penetrate her hairless pussy. I hadn't touched it once.

Cassie sighed and moved her ass in a small circular motion. The effect was startling. Her labia stretched, her opening, slippery and warm, pressed to my crown, dilated and oozed over me. A tight ring descended. I pulsed and ached. And, God, suddenly I was held inside her, just the crown gripped tightly by her velvety pussy. It was exquisitely pleasurable. I was on the cusp of experiencing pure paradise; being held tightly by a velvety hairless pussy.

Not a word was said. Neither of us moved. Yet there was action; her pussy gently clenching, my cock swelling and flexing uncontrollably. I groaned very quietly, a rumble in my chest, and indicated my need by tightening my arm around her slender waist. Her thumb caressed the back of my hand so lovingly. She moved slowly arching her back, but Mother of God! My erection slipped into her snug, moist warmth, sliding effortlessly despite her tightness, her opening slipping down my aching shaft until her sweet buttocks were pressed to my groin and my cock was completely buried in her.

The feeling was indescribable. Moist, velvet heat held my erection tightly. The tip felt like it was pressed to something hard and rubbery, her cervix. Cassie, so petite and young and slender and sexy, trembled in my arms. She was perfect, absolutely perfect.

No words were needed. This was pure sensual pleasure mixed with pure love; perfect slow sex on a Sunday morning. There was no urgency, no thrashing, no gasping, gripping, or loud cries. There was no desperation, no fury of action, no straining or grunting. It started with a small move. Cassie moved slightly. Her movement did no more than caress my crown buried deep inside her body. I moved in an uncontrollable response, a slight move that pressed my tip back against her cervix. She trembled in my arms and moved again, easing the pressure against her cervix. I pressed. She eased off. I pressed, she eased off. We were hardly moving. I wasn't really thrusting. We weren't really fucking. Yet we were. The tiny movements were, if anything, more exquisite, more arousing. Somehow, the tiny movement let me feel more. I could feel every little bit of her against my shaft and crown. It seemed more loving, gentle and wonderful. We hardly moved, yet the stimulation was phenomenal. It was perhaps one of the most intense sexual experiences I'd ever had.

But nothing could prepare me for what happened.

This exquisitely arousing movement, this completely unique love-making had my heart racing. Despite not thrusting the pressure of a morning climax grew steadily. Cassie, so sweet and perfect, trembled in my arms and that only added to my arousal. Her slender body molded to mine and her incredible pussy held my erection in a perfectly tight, moist grip that had my cock aching and swelling. It felt thicker and harder than I could remember. My balls ached. My muscles began to tense. And then . . .

Cassie climaxed.

It was stupendously beautiful and completely different from what I'd come to expect. Her small body shook slightly. She trembled in my arms. Her breath caught. Her hands gripped mine pressing one to her small breast and holding the other around her slender waist. Her body froze, pussy clenched and she moaned quietly, gently pressing her buttocks back at my groin. She trembled and shook gently like a frightened fawn, her sexy pussy clenching. A whisper escaped, "Oh, Patrick," and my orgasm thundered in.

It started with pain, pressure in my groin. My cock swelled agonisingly, balls ached. It felt like my erection was about to burst and then paradise arrived. I pressed my cock deep into Cassie's trembling slender body, holding her tight. Semen erupted and raced up my shaft. Stars exploded behind closed eyes as I came hard, crown swelling, hot cum blasting out against her cervix. Pleasure crashed in. She trembled, a sexy little fawn, and jerked gently as another even more powerful spurt took my breath away, erection almost bursting, semen exploding in an endless, agonising eruption that felt like I was emptying my guts, hot wetness flooding her. I had time to inhale. My body twitched pressing my erection tight against her cervix and another exquisitely beautiful explosion tore through me, semen erupting in blinding pleasure to flood her small womb. Without having fully stroked into her incredible, tight pussy once I came hard, swelling, exploding, cum erupting in glorious bliss. I came holding Cassie to me. I came hugging her as she climaxed in my arms. I came hard, my orgasm utterly exhausting me.

Roaring in my ears gradually faded. My heart slowed. Peace flowed through me, muscles liquid. I basked in the feel of my cock held inside her. Her snug pussy was hot and very, very wet.

"Patrick?" Cassie said softly, her thumb caressing the back of my hand as I cupped a petite boob.

"Hmm?" I responded, enjoying the calm and peace, completely drained, perfect sex on a Sunday morning.

"Will you marry me when I turn eighteen?"

"Does the wind blow? Do waves move? Is there a sun in the heavens? Do you cum uncontrollably at my mere touch? Do you swoon at my prowess? Am I not the most handsome, greatest lover, and most accomplished . . ."

An elbow jabbed back at me. "You can really be a goof at times, Finn. Wanna shower together? I have some time before I need to get ready for church."

When I pretended to snore, a peal of laughter brought a painful smile to my face. Her pussy contracted tightly and expelled my flaccid cock.

"Wow. Wet," she exclaimed.

God I loved her.