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 ï>¿Cassadee's Coming of Age bysaltyboy69Â(C)

   Cassadee's Coming of Age part 7

   Monday Evening

   "How are you feeling, Cassadee?" he asked.  "You seem nervous."

   "I am," she replied honestly.

   Mr.  Maclochlan looked her over and then blew out a breath.  "I thought
this would happen a little more naturally, but maybe I should have handled
this differently." He walked to the large picture window and stared into
the woods behind his house, which were brightly illuminated by an
almost-full moon.

   Cassadee swallowed the lump in her throat and looked at her hands.  They
were trembling.  She had been 75% sure she knew what this was about, but
now she was leaning more toward 95%.

   "I won't beat around the bush.  I think you already suspect that I'm
your mentor.  It's true.  I am your mentor."

   The air left Cassadee's lungs.  As sure as she had been, hearing it
confirmed by him was equal parts relief and devastation.  She had
fantasized over him for so long, yet she was totally self-conscious and
feeling completely unworthy.  This was Mr.  McLovely.  How could he ever
think she was anything but an average-looking schoolgirl.  He and his wife
looked like supermodels.  Cassadee felt like she was going to throw up.

   "I wasn't going to do anything with you tonight so you could digest the
information and get comfortable with it," he said.  "But I think we need to
work through this and just rip the band-aid off, so to speak.  The longer
we drag this out, the harder it is going to be on you."

   He walked over and sat next to her, then took her trembling hand in his.

   "I think you should take a deep breath and calm down.  Then I'll take
you up to the bedroom and make love to you."

   Cassadee's face went white and she burst into tears.  Connor
MacLochlan's jaw dropped.  He was beginning to think he had sorely
misjudged his approach with her.  He could tell she was nervous, but he had
no idea she would cry.  "Oh, Cass...I'm sorry...come here..." He pulled her
into a hug, rubbing her back and whispering that everything was going to be
OK.

   Every emotion Cassadee had ever felt concerning her secret crush came
pouring out all at once.  At one point she naively thought she might be in
love with her teacher.  He was practically a Greek god.  His looks were off
the charts and every girl she knew would drop her panties for him if he
asked.  But he never did.  He didn't behave inappropriately with any of the
students.  And that made him even more desirable.

   He was so perfect that she felt like a troll next to him.  As wonderful
as she thought she should feel right now, finding out that Mr.  MacLochlan
was her mentor made her feel sick.  There was no way that she could compete
with his equally perfect wife.  Danielle MacLochlan looked as if she had
walked off the runway in Paris and settled in their dinky little town in
Pennsylvania.  How could either of them even take a second look at her?

   "Cassadee, sweetie, talk to me.  Be open with me.  What has you so
upset?" he said with concern.

   Her teacher was still holding her in a warm embrace, and she was
blubbering all over his shirt.  "You are too good for me," she wailed. 
"I'm nothing compared to you and Mrs.  MacLochlan!" A new deluge of tears
washed down her face.

   "Oh, my goodness.  Is that really what you think?" he asked, astounded.
"Look...I've heard the rumors about me.  That I used to be a male model and
traveled all over Europe.  That I come from old Philadelphia money and that
I gave it all up because I'm so amazing I just wanted to teach country kids
in Pennsylvania.  All of that is ridiculous.  I'm from Allentown.  So is
Danielle.  We were high school sweethearts."

   He continued.  "I'll admit that I'm a little blessed, genetically.  I
know how people see me.  But my looks are not me.  I'm just an average
person like everyone else.  I didn't do particularly well in school.  I had
to study my butt off.  I did better in college, because by then, I was more
invested in my future.  We have this nice house because we foolishly buried
ourselves in our mortgage.  We are doing our best to get it paid off as
quickly as we can, but I'm a teacher.  I don't make a ton of money. 
Danielle actually makes more than I do at the hospital as a registered
nurse.  And Cassadee, you are absolutely crazy if you think that you are
nothing.  I probably shouldn't say this, but you are my favorite student.
And, if I may be perfectly honest, you are a total smoke show.  Even
Danielle thinks so.  It was all I could do to convince her to let me have
this first night alone with you."

   He kissed her forehead and moved her to arms' length and dried her face
with his hand.  He stared at her for a few seconds and said, "Cassadee...I
think you are absolute fire.  When your mom asked me to be your mentor, I
came home so excited that I did a little dance.  I felt like I had won the
lottery."

   Cassadee stared at him incredulously.  How could this be?  He was
excited to be her mentor?  Why?  She must look terrible at this point.  She
could tell without even looking in a mirror that her face was red, her eyes
were puffy and swollen from crying, her nose was running...ugh!  How could
he be attracted to her?  She could hardly look at him, he was so hot.  She
cast her eyes toward the floor and he lifted her chin so she couldn't look
away from him.

   "You...are...beautiful," he whispered to her.  He actually had tears in
his own eyes.  "It breaks my heart that you think so little of yourself
-"or at least that you think so little of yourself compared to me.  Get
that out of your head.  If I was not already married, I would be having a
very difficult time as your teacher, wanting more from you than I should."

   Cassadee sniffled and stared at him.  Could he be for real?

   "First things first.  Call me Connor.  No more Mr.  MacLochlan, except
during this last week of school.  And I'm not Mr.  McLovely either.  Yes, I
know what they call me behind my back." He handed her a box of tissues and
she pulled a couple out, looking away as her face got even redder.

   "That's going to take some getting used to," she said honestly through
the tissue.

   "Say my name."

   Cassadee looked him in the eyes.  "Connor," she whispered.

   "Good." He stood up and walked into the kitchen.  Pulling a bottle of
red wine out of the refrigerator, he uncorked it and poured them each a
glass.  "I wouldn't normally give alcohol to a teenager, but you are safe
here.  And I'm not going to get you drunk."

   Cassadee took a sip of the wine.  It hit her stomach and began to warm
her up on the inside.  "Thank you."

   He led her over to the couch and sat down next to her.  "Let's watch
some TV," he said with a smile.  He brought up an episode of the Big Bang
Theory.  "This good?"

   She nodded and smiled.  It was one of her favorites.  He went back to
the kitchen and returned with a bag of chips, which they ate while they
watched.  It was so weird seeing him eat potato chips like a normal person.
She had imagined that he only ate health food and worked out for ten hours
every day.

   One episode ran into another as they sat there laughing and snacking. 
Her nerves began to calm down as she shared in this little bit of normalcy
with him.  They began to talk honestly and openly about life, just
chit-chatting like old friends.  After the Big Bang Theory ended, he
flipped around the channels, coming across an airing of Titanic, which was
also one of Cassadee's favorites.  She asked him if they could watch it,
and he left it there.

   "How are you feeling?" he asked.

   "A lot better," she replied with a smile.  "I was so nervous and tense.
I couldn't relax.  I think this has helped.  And I'm sure the wine didn't
hurt either," she said with a giggle.

   "Here.  Put your legs up.  I'll rub your feet," he said.

   Cassadee swallowed the chip she was chewing and leaned into the corner
of the couch, resting her legs on his lap.  She wasn't sure if this would
relax her or make her more nervous, but she went along.

   Connor unbuckled her black heels and set them on the floor.  He then
began massaging her feet through her black stockings.

   Cassadee closed her eyes.  It felt so good.  She hoped her feet weren't
sweaty and smelly, though.  His hands felt nice as he massaged the pads
under her toes with his thumbs, working his way down the arches to her
heels.  She wished she hadn't worn stockings.  This would feel even better
on my bare skin, she thought to herself.

   "Would it be OK if we took the stockings off?" he asked.  "I can't
really get as good a grip as I'd like."

   There it was.  They were on the same wavelength.  And she knew where
this would eventually end.  She nodded through lidded eyes.

   Connor went to reach up to the top of her stocking, then realized he
would have to put his hands under her skirt.  He caught her eyes, seeking
permission, and she nodded again, then he pushed the hem of her skirt up
her thigh until the top of the stocking came into view.  He unclasped it
from the garter belt, which was extremely sexy, and began to roll it down
her leg, exposing her creamy white thigh.  Goosebumps popped up all over
her skin and his heart began to beat faster.

   Cassadee had chills from his gentle touch.  Her left stocking came off
her foot and Connor began to work on the right.  The hem of her skirt was
pushed really far up.  She wondered if he could see her black thong.  The
thought made her secrete a tiny bit of wetness down below and she squeezed
her thighs together in embarrassment.  He gently pushed her legs far enough
apart that he could pull the stocking down the rest of the way.  Finally,
her legs were bare, and Connor began massaging her feet again.  This time,
his touch was electric.

   Connor thought Cassadee had beautiful feet.  Her skin was soft and white
and the pads on the bottom were the prettiest shade of pink.  He was
surprised to see that there were no callouses, even though she was a
runner. He worked his thumbs into her feet and enjoyed listening to the
sounds of satisfaction escaping her lips.  Her head was resting on the arm
of the couch and she finally seemed relaxed, so he began to massage her
lower legs as well.

   Cassadee almost felt like she could fall asleep.  The wine was warm in
her stomach and the foot massage was doing wonders for her nerves.  As his
hands worked up her legs, she squirmed.  This was much more erotic than she
ever thought a foot rub would be.  When he moved up above her knees, she
opened her eyes and studied his face.  He seemed entranced.  What was he
thinking about?

   Connor loved the feel of Cassadee's skin.  It was so smooth.  He could
feel the toned muscles in her legs from all the running, but her legs were
still soft.  Her thighs, and the thought of what lay between, were filling
him with lust.  He wanted nothing more than to part her legs and have his
way with her.  He needed to be a gentleman, though, and make sure he didn't
take her too quickly out of her comfort zone.  Carefully, he worked his
hands up under her skirt, massaging and squeezing her upper thighs.

   Cassadee squeezed her eyes shut as his hands made their way almost to
her sex.  As good as the massage felt, she was now having thoughts of
fucking him.  She had simultaneously dreamed of and dreaded this moment. 
She wanted so badly to take him between her legs and feel him inside her,
but she was terrified, unable to reconcile the fantasy with reality.  Then
she remembered, and it hit her like a bomb.  Connor MacLochlan had already
had sex with her.  Over a week ago...

   She prepared herself for the feeling of hands on her thighs and she
didn't jump as much this time when it happened.  These hands felt smooth.
The man pushed against her and she felt the tip of his hard member tracing
its way between her lips from her clit to her entrance and back up to her
clit.  It traveled this route numerous times and Cassadee felt her body
responding.

   Her second mentor was teasing her, she thought with surprise.  She
hadn't expected this.  She thought this was going to be about the guys
getting their rocks off and then moving on.  Why was he teasing her?  Was
he trying to give her pleasure as well?  Whatever his motivations, his
actions were having a definite effect.  She moaned out loud as the tip of
his penis stroked her sensitive clit.

   Finally, he moved to her entrance and pushed slightly inside.  Cassadee
moaned again.  He had expertly prepared her body for intercourse, and this
time it felt really good.  As he slowly entered her, she instinctually
tried to wrap her legs around him, but the restraints wouldn't allow it. 
He began moving slowly in and out, working her up even more.

   Suddenly she felt the angle change and the tip of his dick was sliding
along the roof of her vagina.  Whatever he was doing, he was hitting a very
sensitive spot and she felt like she might die from pleasure before this
was over.

   After only a couple minutes, Cassadee could hear herself moaning almost
constantly.  The pressure deep inside her was building to its inevitable
crescendo.  In and out, in and out, every time sliding along that heavenly
spot.

   She had never known sex could feel this good.  It had hurt at first when
she had lost her virginity, but over the following five or six times she
had grown to enjoy it immensely.  But that was nothing like this.  Who the
fuck was this guy?  She had to know.  She had a feeling that she had so
much to learn from this man.

   Before Cassadee knew it, she was there.  Her life was ending inside of a
cosmic burst of sexual ecstasy.  She screamed as she felt every muscle in
her vagina squeeze and release, repetitively grabbing onto the dick of this
sexual virtuoso.

   As her orgasm subsided, he kept fucking her with long, deep strokes.  He
changed his angle again, allowing faster and more direct penetration.  His
speed picked up and she felt little kisses on her foot.  Her toes curled at
the sensation and she giggled.  She hadn't felt any whiskers, she thought
absently.

   Eventually, just as the heat inside her pelvis was beginning to rise
again, she felt a stutter in his rhythm.  He jammed himself against her
once, twice, and a third time.  On the fourth lunge he held himself pressed
against her sex.  Cassadee smiled as she took his seed.  There was
something about this man that made her think about warmth and love and
family, and all those silly things that made girls swoon in stupid romance
novels.

   At last, he withdrew his penis from her body, and again she felt the
tickle of running semen down the crack of her ass.  An intimate, lingering
kiss on her inner thigh made her heart leap, her body responding with
thousands of little goose bumps rising on her flesh.  She sighed.  There
were three more to go.  They couldn't all feel like this, could they?  She
was loving her life right about now.

   Cassadee sat up with a start.  Connor actually jumped, thinking he had
hurt her.  "You were my second mentor, weren't you?" she asked.

   He had to think about it for a moment, but then he nodded.  "Yes, I
believe I was."

   The memory of how amazing that experience had been, and how good he had
felt inside of her gave Cassadee a shot of adrenaline and a fire smoldered
between her legs.  She crawled onto his lap and kissed him, her tongue
exploring his mouth.  As he wrapped his arms around her and returned the
kiss, they melted into each other.  Breathlessly, she said, "Take me
upstairs, Connor."

   That was all he needed to hear.  He lifted her in his arms and carried
her to his bedroom, setting her gently on the bed.  He crawled on top of
her and kissed her deeply as Cassadee's legs parted and wrapped around his
hips.

   Cassadee pushed him away and began frantically unbuttoning his shirt. 
He helped her out, finishing the job, and tossed the shirt on the floor. 
Her eyes grew large as she ran her fingers over his chest -"his smooth pecs
and washboard abs.  She lay there and let him unbutton her blouse,
shivering when he opened it up and exposed her little black push-up bra. 
He took it the rest of the way off and discarded it.  Cassadee's fingers
were on his belt buckle before her blouse hit the floor.  He took over,
unbuckling and unzipping, then went to the edge of the bed where he kicked
off his shoes, pulled off his socks, and dropped his pants.  By the time he
returned to her, Cassadee had gotten rid of her skirt and was lying there
in just her matching black bra, panties, and garter belt.

   Connor crawled on top of her again, his eyes smoldering with lust.  His
bulge was prominent, his penis already semi-erect.  Cassadee felt it press
into her pussy through the layers of their underwear.  He kissed her
deeply, touching the bare skin of her shoulders, her ribs, and her waist.
Reaching behind her, he unclasped her bra with a flick of his fingers. 
Slowly, he pulled it away, exposing her breasts to his hungry eyes.  Her
pale, pink areolae were puffy, and her nipples were erect.  Lowering his
face to her chest, he took most of one areola into his mouth, sucking on it
and using his tongue to stimulate her nipple.  She responded immediately
with a moan, pushing his head into her chest.  He sucked her tits until she
was practically in a frenzy, crying out and trembling, then he kissed his
way down her flat belly to her panty-covered mound.  She smelled of
pheromones and feminine musk.  Grabbing the sides, he pulled her thong down
over her ass, the gusset momentarily catching between her thighs, before
springing away as he pulled the panties off her legs.

   Cassadee had a momentary panic attack.  Mr.  McLovely -"Connor -"had
just pulled her panties off and was about to go down on her.  She did her
best to suppress the anxiety with thoughts of how good he had been the
first time and gasped in pleasure as his mouth covered her sex.

   Connor ran his tongue as deeply as he could manage into Cassadee's birth
canal.  Her scent was driving him crazy, and she tasted as wonderful as she
smelled.  She was leaking fluid and whitish discharge, and he licked it all
up, swallowing every last drop.  He pressed his face into her vulva and
time momentarily stopped -"he thought he could live here for the rest of
his life, smelling and tasting her feminine essence.  He dipped two fingers
inside, pulling out even more proof of her arousal, and sucked them clean.

   Cassadee felt his fingers enter her and thought she might come right
there.  After he pulled them out and licked them off, which was totally
hot, he pushed them back in and began to finger her.  She threw her head
back on the pillow as he curled them upwards, rubbing that spot that felt
really good -"the one that made her come so quic..."Ohmigod OH OH OH OH!"
she yelled as she came around his fingers, bucking six inches off the bed.

   Connor smiled as the walls of Cassadee's vagina pulsed and flexed around
his fingers.  She was so tight, but when she orgasmed it got even tighter,
he remembered.  He couldn't wait until his dick was inside her.

   Cassadee shook with the last flutters of her orgasm.  Connor licked her
juices off his fingers, then cleaned up her pussy with his tongue.  She
gyrated her pelvis at him and moaned, "Fuck me, please."

   Connor needed no further encouragement.  He awkwardly leaned over and
pulled his boxer briefs off, adding them to the pile on the floor.  His
dick was fully erect -"he couldn't be any more ready.  Crawling between her
legs, he coated the head of his dick with her wetness and entered her,
penetrating her body until he could go no further.

   This, right here, was the moment Cassadee had fantasized about for
years. She wrapped her legs around Connor's midriff, which she hadn't been
able to do at her mentor ceremony, and gave herself to him completely.  She
felt every inch of his manhood, plunging into her.  It felt as if they were
one body, merged at their sex.

   Connor felt Cassadee's tight pussy squeeze him over and over as he
fucked her.  He stopped, with his dick deep inside, and kissed her
passionately, his tongue attempting the same amount of penetration as his
penis.  He leaned back from her and pulled her legs up, resting her pretty
bare feet on his chest.  With this new position, he angled his dick so it
would hit her G-spot and began thrusting rhythmically.

   Cassadee's eyes squinted as the sensation inside of her increased
tenfold.  Whatever he was doing was hitting her special place.  Her toes
curled and her hand went to her abdomen.  She was beginning to feel like
she had to pee.  Doing her best to hold it back, she clenched her pelvic
muscles.  Connor groaned as she did so, but kept up the same motion. 
Cassadee's face screwed up into a grimace and she moaned as she fought the
orgasm.  The last thing she wanted to do was wet his bed.

   "Don't fight it, Cass," he said urgently.  "I want you to push.  You're
about to have a G-spot orgasm.  It's what causes you to squirt.  Bear down,
as if you are trying to deliver a baby."

   Cassadee tried to fight her fear as she nodded in compliance.  His cock
was relentlessly drumming on that special place -"he called it her G-spot.
She began shaking as the tsunami of pressure overtook her.  She pushed her
vaginal muscles outward, just like he said, and screamed as she experienced
an orgasm so intense that she thought it might tear her apart.  Prying her
eyes apart, she watched as Connor withdrew his dick from her vagina and a
pressurized jet of liquid squirted out in an arc, splashing all over his
chest.

   Connor had taken her right to the edge, then yanked himself backward at
the last second.  Cassadee squirted powerfully, hitting him in the chest.
Quickly, he dove forward and caught the remainder of her squirt in his
mouth.  It was warm and fragrant, tasting slightly salty.  He swallowed it
in one gulp, then watched as she curled up in the fetal position and had
what looked like a seizure.

   Cassadee was sure he had broken something inside her body.  Without
understanding why, she burst into tears.  She curled up, trying to stop
herself from shaking apart.  Her womb was still experiencing contractions
that were so euphoric they were almost painful.  Connor leaned over and
kissed her forehead, pushing her sweaty hair out of her eyes.

   "Shhh," he whispered.  "You're OK.  You had a full-body orgasm because I
stimulated your G-spot.  You will get used to it, the more you practice."
He turned her face toward him, wiped her cheeks, and kissed her eyes. 
"Relax.  Close your eyes.  Calm your body."

   Cassadee did as she was told and tried to relax.  Connor began kissing
her all over -"neck, chest, nipples, stomach, thighs...  She concentrated
on the feeling of his lips and tongue on her skin.  As he kissed his way
down to her pussy, she parted her legs slightly.  He cleaned up the pussy
juice with his tongue.  She spread her legs a little more as he licked
around, then inside, her labia, his tongue making long, slow strokes up the
center of her sex.

   She seemed much more relaxed, and even ready to continue, so Connor
crawled up and placed the tip of his cock at her entrance.  He kissed her
passionately as her body easily accepted the intrusion of his member.  She
moaned in his mouth as he bottomed out inside her.  Gently taking his time,
he made love to her slowly.  Cassadee placed her heels up and over his
hips, intertwining their legs.  They stayed that way for the longest time,
staring into each other's eyes and savoring the long, slow strokes.

   Cassadee thought she might be falling in love.  This beautiful man was
so careful and gentle, yet so passionate.  He had given her the most
intense orgasm of her life.  And now he was making love to her more sweetly
than anyone else in her limited experience had done.  His penis was
reaching her absolute depths, but the strokes were slow and careful.  And
the heat inside her was already building up.  She could feel her walls
fluttering with another impending orgasm.  A low keening came from her
throat as he methodically and frustratingly fucked her at a glacial pace.
Each time he bottomed out it inched her ever closer.  Finally, she tilted
her head back in the pillow, moaning deeply as her womb rhythmically
contracted like a heartbeat, waves of pleasure washing through her entire
body.  He pushed himself all the way inside, filling her up, as her orgasm
squeezed his cock.  As the orgasm dissipated, she lay exhausted on the bed,
sweat running down her face, and looked Connor in the eyes.

   After she had her third orgasm, Connor gently kissed her on the lips. 
He was close to his own release now.  He studied her gorgeous face.  She
was so pretty and sexy and she smelled and tasted heavenly.  Even sweaty
and spent, she was one of the most beautiful things he had ever laid eyes
upon.  "Turn over for me," he said.

   As Connor withdrew his dick, Cassadee looked at his penis.  It was red
and engorged, and shiny wet with her juices.  She touched it, feeling the
slippery, swollen head, then followed his instructions and flipped over. 
He pulled her up onto her knees and she felt his face between her ass
cheeks, his tongue licking and exploring her tiny rosebud and her dripping
pussy.  Her eyes grew wide.  She hoped he wasn't going to try to put it in
her butt.  She didn't know if she was ready for that.  He kneeled behind
her, and much to her relief, pressed his cock between her lips and slid
inside her vagina.  As he fucked her doggy-style, the sensation, she
realized, was completely different.  It was a new angle.  His hands were on
her hips, pulling and pushing as he strove for his own orgasm. 
Unbelievably, her sex began to respond.

   Connor thrust deeply into Cassadee from behind, her flawless round ass
cheeks bouncing and jiggling as he fucked her.  As his orgasm approached,
he began to tremble.  Moaning low in his throat, he pumped a couple more
times before he could no longer hold back, his balls throbbing.  His semen
burst forth and began to empty out deep inside Cassadee's womb.  As he held
himself tightly to her ass, she fell forward to the bed shaking and
screaming once more.  He followed her down, remaining seated deeply inside
her, and finished filling her with his cum.

   Cassadee could hardly breathe.  She saw stars and cried out as one more
orgasm assaulted her insides.  Connor's weight against her back added to
the feeling of suffocation.  Gasping for breath, she felt him lift himself
up slightly.  She moaned into the pillow as her orgasm subsided.  She had
never been so thoroughly fucked in her short experience with sex.  There
was no way she could take another orgasm.  As she lay limply beneath him,
she felt his warm breath.  He kissed her neck softly, then withdrew from
her.  Cum leaked out onto the bed, but she didn't care.  She couldn't move
a muscle.

   Connor rolled off and lay next to Cassadee, staring into her eyes.  Her
face had a rosy glow and she looked completely blissed out.  He smiled and
stroked her hair.  She returned the smile, kissing his fingers as they
touched her lips.

   "As you know, my wife is out for the night, so you are welcome to stay.
I plan on playing hooky from school tomorrow.  I already sent an email
saying I won't be in.  I can give you an excused absence when we go in on
Wednesday.  So, there is really no hurry to get up in the morning."

   Cassadee blinked as she realized what he was saying.  Did he really want
her to spend the night?  "Would it be OK with Mrs.  Maclochlan?" she asked.

   "Of course.  I told Danielle that I intended for you to stay the night."

   Cassadee thought about it for a minute and realized she would have to
tell her parents she was spending the night, so they wouldn't worry.  She
couldn't think of a reason why she shouldn't stay, so she smiled and said,
"OK.  I'll have to get my phone.  It's downstairs."

   "After you," he said, sliding out of bed and standing there naked and
beautiful.  Cassadee blushed as she caught herself staring at his dick and
hopped out of bed.  She led the way downstairs, knowing his eyes were on
her ass the entire way.  She grabbed her phone from her purse and texted
her mom.

   Hey mom.  Staying here 2night.  CU 2moro.

   She received an answer immediately.

   OK, sweetie.  Enjoy.  :)

   Cassadee blushed and was about to put her phone back in her purse when
she paused.  She sent another text to another mentor, Lester Camden, who
was a police officer.  She had agreed to give him a heads up if she was
going to be out late anywhere, so he could better do his job as a
mentor/protector.  She supposed it didn't really matter, since she was
about as safe as she could be, but she did it anyway.

   Spending the night with another mentor.  Going home in the morning.

   It only took about 30 seconds for a reply to come through.

   No problem.  Thanks for the text.

   Cassadee sent him back a smiley face and put her phone away, then walked
to the kitchen, where Connor was gathering some snacks.  He grabbed some
cheese and crackers, some sliced pepperoni, grapes, a couple bottles of
water, a couple wine glasses, and another bottle of wine.  Cassadee helped
him carry everything upstairs.  After throwing a cover over the wet spot on
the bed, Connor turned on the TV and they ate and drank while watching a
reality dating show.  After they were a little drunk and no longer hungry,
they turned off the TV and made out until they fell asleep, wrapped up in
each other's arms.

   *****

   Tuesday

   Cassadee woke and looked at her clock, but it wasn't there.  It took a
couple moments for her to get her bearings and remember where she was. 
Finding a clock on the nightstand next to her, she saw it was 9:23am.  Then
she turned over and stared at the man who slept peacefully next to her. 
How did she get so lucky as to have Mr.  McLovely -"Connor MacLochlan -"as
her mentor?  Her mom, that's how.  She had known all about Cassadee's crush
on him.  Cassadee must have mentioned it a thousand times.  She would have
to thank her mom profusely.  This was the best Coming of Age present she
could have ever received, by far.

   The sheet was the only thing covering their naked bodies.  Cassadee
peeled it back, exposing them both.  Connor didn't wake as she stared at
his flaccid penis.  It didn't look like all that much right now, but she
knew firsthand what it could do.  Last night it had fucked her until she
thought she would go mad.  The sex had been mind-blowing, to say the least.

   Carefully, she crawled over and studied his dick.  She leaned over and
kissed it softly, smelling the stale scents of sex.  He still did not stir.
Using only her lips, she took the head inside her mouth and gently sucked
on it.  He made a noise in his sleep and spread his legs slightly apart. 
Keeping his penis inside her mouth, she crawled over his nearest leg and
kneeled between them.  His organ responded, growing semi-erect, and then
fully hard as she sucked it.  She kept glancing up as she fellated him, but
he seemed, if not asleep, to be groggy enough not to totally comprehend
what was happening.

   Cassadee squatted above him and, using her hand, guided his length
inside her body.  She sat down completely, enjoying the feeling of fullness
within her sex.  As she slowly began to fuck him, rocking her pelvis back
and forth, it elicited a delicious moan from her gorgeous, sleepy mentor.

   By the time Connor woke, his dick was already buried deeply inside
Cassadee's pussy.  He reached up and held her hips, happy to be used as her
sex toy.  She was taking control of her own sexuality, and he couldn't be
prouder of her.  She began to ride him faster, sitting down fully each
time, the slapping of wet flesh like slow applause.  Little gasps escaped
her lips as she bottomed out.  Over the sounds of lovemaking, Connor heard
an almost imperceptible humming, and new immediately that it was the garage
door.  His wife was home.  He looked up into her eyes but, by the look on
her face, it didn't seem like Cassadee had heard it.  He smiled to himself,
allowing this beautiful young girl to continue getting herself off.

   Cassadee was going for it.  Connor was awake now and smiled as she
fucked him.  She grabbed her breasts and pinched her puffy nipples.  The
sensation was like an electric jolt to her insides.  It felt so good that
she couldn't help closing her eyes and moaning.  She could stay like this
all day, impaled on the perfect erection of her perfect mentor.

   Connor watched as Cassadee played with her nipples, her thrusting hips
and the ecstatic moans issuing from her throat evidence of her arousal. 
The bedroom door caught his eye, slowly opening as Danielle walked in.  She
leaned against the wall and smiled as she watched him being fucked by this
beautiful blond teenager.  She mouthed 'I love you' to him and he winked at
her.  His gaze returned to Cassadee, whose eyes were closed, lost in the
rhythm of her sexual ecstasy.

   Cassadee leaned forward and kissed Connor deeply, plunging her tongue
into his mouth.  The new position was just what she needed, giving her the
leverage to drive herself onto his cock faster and faster.  The wet,
squelching sounds of sex echoed in the room as she built quickly toward her
orgasm.  She rose up and arched her back, placing her hands on his thighs
behind her and stared at the ceiling.  "Oh, fuck, I'm going to come," she
moaned.

   Connor watched in fascination as fucking turned to shaking and then
bucking and screaming.  He held onto Cassadee as she came, her eyes rolling
back in her head.  His own orgasm wasn't far off, so he grabbed her hips
and continued to fuck her quickly and deeply, holding her in position. 
Cassadee squirmed as the overstimulation assaulted her sex.  He fucked her
through her entire orgasm, her body beginning to relax as she reached the
aftershocks, and she smiled at him as she regained control and rode him
hard.  He was almost there.  "Mmm...I'm going to fill your pussy with my
cum," he told her.

   She bit her lip and nodded, staring into his eyes.  "Give me your cum,
Connor," she said.  "I need it." She surprised herself by not being the
slightest bit embarrassed by her words.

   Cassadee watched as Connor's eyes squeezed shut and he held her hips
tightly as he thrust inside, unloading his balls.  She thought she could
feel his cock pumping jets of semen deep inside her body, but it might have
been her own quivering vaginal muscles.  After half a minute in the throes
of orgasm, he was spent, and his head fell back on the pillow.  "Don't
move," he told her as he lay there with his eyes closed, breathing heavily.
She smiled as she ran her fingers over his tight abs.  She couldn't imagine
being happier than she was right now, straddling her beautiful teacher with
his erect penis inside of her.

   "Cassadee," he said, cracking his eyes.  "Don't be scared, OK?  There's
no reason to be scared.  We are doing nothing wrong.  I will prove it to
you." Cassadee's face grew concerned.  "Promise me you won't move," he
said, his warm eyes offering safety.

   "I promise," she said tentatively.  "Is everything OK?"

   "Yes.  Absolutely.  Everything is perfect.  Remember, you promised you
wouldn't move."

   "Yeah..."

   "While we were having sex, my wife came home.  She's standing right over
there by the wall."

   Cassadee jerked and quickly looked over her shoulder, seeing Danielle
there smiling at her.  She squealed and tried to cover her nakedness, her
pussy tightening and strangling Connor's sheathed cock in fear.  She was
terrified.  Connor's wife had just caught her fucking her husband. 
Granted, he was her mentor, but she didn't think it was normal for the wife
to watch.  "M-Mrs.  MacLochlan!" she said nervously.  "I'm so sorry.  I
didn't hear you." She began to tremble.

   "Cassadee, don't worry about it," Danielle said as she walked over and
placed her hand on Cassadee's bare shoulder.  "I'm well aware that Connor
is your mentor, since I was in on the decision.  And I know what that
entails.  I didn't realize I would walk in on this, but I'm glad I did. 
What I saw was absolutely beautiful.  I'm happy that you are comfortable
enough with Connor to make love to him with such passion.  You are just
lovely, and the sex was such a privilege to witness.  You don't have to
cover yourself.  I've seen you naked before."

   Cassadee's eyes were as wide as they could be, listening to Danielle's
kind words.  She couldn't really comprehend what was happening right now.
She was naked, sitting on Danielle's husband's dick, and it seemed to be
perfectly fine.  Cassadee tentatively dropped her arms from her body,
exposing herself to her mentor's wife.  Connor grabbed her hips and gyrated
his own, stroking his penis inside her.  Cassadee's face turned beet-red.
His dick had softened slightly, but she could tell that he was getting hard
again.  He grabbed her ass and pumped a couple times, withdrawing himself
almost completely, then pushing deeply inside her.  Cassadee's eyes closed
involuntarily as the sensations below bubbled up through her body with
renewed desire.  When she opened her eyes again, she saw Danielle looking
behind her, at what must be an unobstructed view of Connor's cock buried in
her pussy.  Danielle's glance returned to Cassadee's eyes and said, "So
beautiful.  Lean forward a little."

   Cassadee did as Danielle asked, feeling tinges of humiliation and
mortification.

   "Now, rise up off his penis until he is almost out of you."

   Cassadee complied, sliding up Connor's dick, until she could almost feel
him withdraw.  She looked back over her shoulder, where Danielle was
studying their genitals.  She felt her face grow hot.

   "Do you feel where you are at?  With him almost out of you?" Danielle
asked.

   Cassadee nodded as she felt Danielle's fingers touch her pussy where it
met Connor's penis.

   "Right here, on the underside of his head, is a highly sensitive area.
If you ride right here, massaging this area with your pussy, you will get
him to come again -"very quickly.  Come down on him just a little bit. 
Then go back up to this position where he is almost out of you."

   Cassadee did as she was told and rocked back slightly, then slid back
up. It felt like she must only have moved an inch or so.  Danielle nodded
and told her to keep going.  It was like an ab workout, but she continued
to massage Connor's dick with her pussy, just as Danielle had instructed.
She glanced at Connor.  His eyes were squeezed shut and his hands were
trembling on her thighs.  She smiled and looked at Danielle, who winked at
her.  Continuing the same small rhythmic motions, she studied Connor's
face. Sweat beaded on his forehead as he grimaced, baring his teeth.  He
held her hips in a death grip and grunted, "Oh, fuck!" Then he moaned
loudly and thrust himself deeply inside Cassadee's pussy as he came for the
second time within just a couple minutes.  Cassadee breathed deeply,
closing her eyes as her womb once again blissfully accepted the gift of
Connor's semen.  "Wow!" she exclaimed, dreamily glancing at Danielle, who
smiled and brushed a lock of damp hair out of Cassadee's eyes.

   "See?  It works every time.  Maybe someday, if you wanted to, we could
make love to him together.  I could give you some tips." She winked at
Cassadee, who blushed again.  "May I see the cum inside you?"

   Even after everything that had happened in the last few minutes,
Cassadee was shocked by Danielle's request.  But how could she refuse this
woman who was so gracious that she not only allowed her to have a sexual
relationship with her husband, but was also willing to give her sex tips?
She slowly rose off of Connor's penis, threw her leg back over and sat down
on her butt, displaying her open pussy to Danielle.

   "Lay back and spread yourself," she said.

   Cassadee complied, leaning back into the pillow, and opening her legs
wide.  Danielle crawled onto the bed and studied her wet vulva.

   "May I clean his cum out of you?" she asked, staring hungrily into
Cassadee's eyes.

   Cassadee could hear her heartbeat in her ears as she nervously nodded
her assent.

   She felt like she was having an out-of-body experience as Danielle
MacLochlan, the supermodel wife of her AP Literature teacher, held her lips
open and started lapping the cum out of her pussy.  Her tongue was soft and
wet, and it felt like a vaginal massage.  Cassadee purred as Danielle's
tongue probed her depths, seeking out any and all stray fluids.  When she
began to lick and suck on her clit, Cassadee moaned, looking over at
Connor. "Enjoy it," he whispered in her ear.  Cassadee lay back into the
pillow and held Danielle's head as she ate her out.  When she finally came
convulsively in Danielle's mouth, the older woman once again licked up all
the juices.  Cassadee's eyes closed and she melted into the pillow in the
bliss that followed.

   "Thank you for allowing me to do that, Cassadee." Danielle kissed her,
probing Cassadee's mouth with her tongue.  After making out for a few
moments, she whispered, "You truly are a beautiful girl."

   Cassadee was dumbfounded.  How her life had turned out like this in just
over a week, was beyond her.  She was having so much sex that every day
seemed to run into the next like one endless orgasm.

   "Now, go hop in the shower, you two.  I'll be downstairs making you
breakfast."

   Danielle left the room and Cassadee followed Connor into the master
bath, which had a walk-in shower, with nozzles on all sides.  After they
rinsed off, Connor began to soap her entire body, touching her everywhere.
She did the same for him, alternating between washing and kissing him.  As
they rinsed the soap off and were just about to get out, Connor pushed
Cassadee against the tiled wall.  He jammed his tongue in her mouth as his
fingers plunged deeply into her pussy.  He curled his fingertips and
vigorously massaged her G-spot, pinning her against the wall as her legs
began to fail her.  After less than a minute of hardcore finger-fucking,
Cassadee had an ear-splitting, body-shaking, pussy-squirting orgasm,
collapsing to the shower floor in a quivering puddle.  Once she recovered
sufficiently enough to stand, Connor dried her off, and she dressed in the
clothes she had worn last night.  He finished drying himself, dressed, and
they walked downstairs, taking seats at the table.  Danielle fed them
bacon, eggs and toast, with a glass of orange juice.

   They talked and flirted for a while as they ate.  As the conversation
wound down, Cassadee told them that she needed to get going.  She kissed
and hugged each of them, thanking them for their kindness and generosity,
and said goodbye.  When she arrived at home and saw her mom, Cassadee told
her she had had a wonderful time, but left out many of the intimate
details. After their brief conversation she went upstairs, undressed, and
took another shower.  She washed her hair and went through her normal
morning routine before going to her bedroom and taking a nap.

   *****

   Cassadee woke a couple hours later, pulled her hair back into a
ponytail, donned a sports bra and shorts and went for a run.  As she made
her usual circuit around the neighborhood, she saw only a few people out
and about.  Most people were at work or school, which was where she would
be if it hadn't been for her late-night fuckfest with Mr.  MacL...Connor.
The thought brought a smile to her face and sent tingles to her pussy.  She
shook her head to disperse the dirty thoughts and kept running

   About halfway down the block she passed a stay-at-home mother pushing a
stroller and they waved at each other.  Turning the corner, she saw neither
traffic nor pedestrians.  I could probably run naked and no one would even
know, she thought, then laughed to herself.  As she ran, she turned the
next corner and realized that this street was as quiet as the previous one.
She glanced around, her eyes studying all the houses.  There was no
movement anywhere.  Nothing at all was happening.  These were just quiet
streets in a quiet town.  And the thought about running naked wouldn't
leave her mind.

   Absently, her hands touched the bottom of her sports bra and froze. 
This is crazy, she thought to herself.  She forced her hands to drop and
continued running.  Again, they made their way up to her chest.  Pulling
the elastic band at the bottom of her sports bra outward, she felt the rush
of cool air reach her breasts.  She let it go, then nervously looked around
as she ran.  Seeing there was still no one around, and having over half the
block to go, Cassadee quickly grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and
pulled it up to her neck, baring her boobs to the world.  She quickly put
it back in place and laughed, enjoying the surge of adrenaline that came
with getting away with something naughty.  She turned the next corner to
see a car pulling out of a driveway.  The car drove past her and turned the
corner.  Once again, the street was completely quiet.

   This was a longer block -"about twice the length of a normal one. 
Seeing no signs of life, Cassadee once again pulled her sports bra up and
over her breasts, leaving it bunched up at the top of her chest.  She put
her arms down and ran, feeling the currents of air on her bare nipples. 
Her awareness was hyper-acute, because she didn't want to get caught.  Or
did she?  She searched every window, looking for movement, and glanced
between all of the houses.  There was nothing.  The entire time, her small
B-cup boobs bounced, keeping pace with her steps.

   As she neared the end of the street, she reached for the bottom edge of
her sports bra.  Holding her hands in place, she slowed and nervously ran
around the corner.  It was just as quiet as the last street, so she left
her bra bunched up around her collar bone.  She ran past a few more houses,
then stopped, looking and listening with her breasts out in the middle of
the sidewalk.  All was quiet.  Reaching down, she quickly pulled her shorts
below the bottom of her butt cheeks.  She hadn't worn any panties so, along
with her tits, her naked ass was now out as well.  She started running.  As
she ran, her shorts slid down slightly in the front, exposing her shaved
slit.  Cassadee's head was on a swivel, searching frantically for any sign
of movement.  There was still no one around.

   As she rounded the next corner, she passed an overgrown hedgerow and
suddenly there was a man in front of her who had just shut his mailbox. 
She jumped sideways to avoid bumping into him and scrambled to pull up her
shorts and put her bra back in place.  "Sorry, sorry!" she said too loudly
as she danced around him, fixing her clothing.

   He smiled and said, "No problem," as his eyes roamed over her body. 
"Very pretty.  You don't have to cover up on my account."

   "Thanks," Cassadee said shyly, her cheeks burning from embarrassment. 
They stood there awkwardly, neither one moving.

   "Public nudity is legal here, from what I have always heard," the man
continued.  "So, it's not like you're going to get in trouble, even if
someone complains.  Do what makes you comfortable.  If you want to run
naked, run naked."

   Cassadee had also heard that, at least in this county, public nudity was
legal, but it had never seriously crossed her mind to engage in it.  It was
taboo to walk around outside with no clothes on.  And no one around here
ever did it.

   "I'm certainly not going to complain," he said.

   Cassadee stood shifting her weight from leg to leg, thinking about it.
She was fully aware that he was trying to compel her to take her clothes
off in front of him.  But she wasn't all that offended because she really
wanted to, regardless of his encouragement.  "You wouldn't care?" she
asked, looking around for other people.

   "Not at all," he said with a smile.  "It's obvious you want to."

   Cassadee blushed because she knew he was right.  How incredible would it
feel to run all the way home completely nude?  Making a snap decision, she
grabbed the bottom of her sports bra and pulled it up and over her head. 
She was topless.  Her brain was freaking out, trying to force her to cover
herself, but she fought her inhibitions and dropped her arms, letting this
stranger look at her bare chest.

   "Wow," he exclaimed.  "Your breasts are perfect.  I love how your
nipples are light pink and really puffy.  You are a stunning girl."

   Cassadee smiled at the compliment as she breathed heavily, both from the
exertion of her run and from the nerves that had her trembling with
excitement.

   "Are you done?" he asked.  "Are you going to run home topless?  You
could do that."

   There was something about the way he had stressed 'could' that almost
seemed like a dare.  As she looked down past her nipples to her running
shorts, she frowned.  It didn't seem like it was enough.  Sure, it was
daring.  But it wouldn't fulfill her need to be naked -"truly naked -"and
to be seen by others.

   "Or, you could be brave and do what we both know you really want to do,"
he said with a wry smile.

   Cassadee inhaled deeply, stuck her thumbs in the elastic of her shorts,
and pushed them down her legs.  She stepped out, bent over and picked them
up, and wadded them up in her hand with her sports bra.  Except for her
running shoes, she was now completely nude, standing on the sidewalk of a
random street in her neighborhood.  Cassadee forced herself to stand there
and let the stranger ogle her naked body while scanning for others.  He
made a twirling motion with his finger, and she turned around, giving him a
long look at her ass, then faced him again.

   "You are just gorgeous.  Your body is flawless.  I love your cute little
bubble butt.  And the little strip of blond pubic hair matches the hair on
your head.  You keep it nicely trimmed.  I like that.  It doesn't cover
your puffy labia, which are sexy as hell.  You should absolutely spend the
rest of your life naked."

   Cassadee blushed furiously at his bold commentary.  "Thank you," she
replied.  "Well, I...I guess I should keep going."

   "Have a great day.  Feel free to run down this street naked any time you
want." He smiled and waved as she left.

   Cassadee ran, eyes like a hawk, looking for movement everywhere. 
Glancing backwards, she saw that the man was heading back into his house.
Had she really let that guy talk her into taking her clothes off and
running in the nude?  She had.  To be perfectly honest, it hadn't taken a
lot of convincing.  She got to the end of the block and turned another
corner.  This street seemed quiet, just like the others.  She ran, feeling
her breasts bounce up and down as the cool air caressed her bare pussy. 
What a rush.

   A sound brought her out of her trance and she realized a car was driving
up the street behind her.  She panicked, momentarily considering diving
into a hedge, when she remembered that what she was doing was legal here.
At least, she was pretty sure it was.  She held her pace and pretended the
car wasn't there.  As it passed her, the little old man in the driver's
seat gawked at her.  He kept going, then crossed her path, pulling into a
driveway about six houses up.  He stepped out of his car and walked toward
the sidewalk, his eyes never leaving her naked body.  As she ran toward
him, he said, "Sexy girl." Cassadee smiled and waved at him, and he waved
back as she passed.  As she passed a couple more houses, she glanced back
to see him still there, watching her bare ass run away.  She chuckled to
herself.  Holy fuck!  She had gotten away with it.

   Cassadee realized that she would be home in three more turns, so she
kept going.  The only other person she saw was another female jogger, who
gave her a funny look, but didn't say anything.  Before she knew it, she
was on her street and running up the driveway to her house.  When she burst
through the door, she stood there trying to catch her breath, trembling
from endorphins and adrenaline.  She had done it.  None of the people she
saw had had any issues with it and she didn't get into trouble.  She walked
up to her room, tossed her clothes in the hamper, kicked her shoes off, and
went to take another shower, where she masturbated furiously.  After two
orgasms, she walker out of the steamy bathroom on shaky legs and saw her
brother.  He looked at her body but didn't say anything.

   "I ran around the neighborhood completely nude," she told him, drying
her hair with a towel.

   Greg's jaw practically hit the floor.  "Are you serious?  What the hell
is wrong with you?  Are you asking to get in trouble?"

   "I didn't get in trouble," she replied confidently.  "I don't think I
can get in trouble.  I'm almost positive that public nudity is perfectly
legal here.  I'm going to check on it as soon as I can."

   Greg shook his head, as if considering her a lost cause.  "Whatever." He
turned into his room and mumbled under his breath.  It sounded something
like 'making everyone's life harder'.

   Cassadee rolled her eyes and spent the next few hours naked in the back
yard, tanning and swimming.  Her friend Bethany Tate, with whom she was
performing tomorrow night at the strip club, came over around 6pm.  They
choreographed their girl-girl show in Cassadee's bedroom which, of course,
led to a make-out session, followed by some female finger play, and ended
with quivering orgasms for each of them.

   That night, Cassadee had trouble falling asleep.  She was nervous about
the show.  There was no denying that it was going to be hot.  And she
craved the naked attention as much as it scared her.  But if tonight were
any indication, there was a very good chance that the chemistry between her
and Bethany would quickly get out of control.  Just how far was she willing
to go onstage?

   *****

   Wednesday

   The next day at school was boring.  Finals were completed.  Friday was
graduation.  It was pointless.  Mr.  MacLochlan had made good on his
promise and made sure Cassadee's Tuesday absence was counted as excused. 
Not that it really mattered at this point.  Making sure she was the last
one in the room after class, they flirted with each other before sharing a
quick, covert tongue kiss.  She guessed he figured they were close enough
to the end of the school year that it didn't really matter.  She was 18 and
he was her mentor.  There was nothing wrong with anything they did
together.

   Mr.  Chen flirted with her as well.  She had been feeling much more
relaxed about her sexuality lately, so she laughed and played coy with him.
He ate it up and made her promise to come out to his house soon for dinner
and playtime.  She promised, but wasn't able to give him an exact date,
assuring him that she would make it a priority.

   She saw Ben Davidson between classes and they made out in a corner,
semi-hidden from the hallway crowd, but not caring either way.  She still
liked him a lot, but was feeling slightly guilty.  The romantic feelings
she had been having for him had, in some ways, shifted to Connor
MacLochlan. She knew it was silly, since he was a married man and, outside
of their mentor relationship, there would be nothing between them.  But she
figured it was just because he was her oldest crush and newest mentor.  She
promised Ben that she would go on another date with him soon.

   Her best friend, Tina Gleason, invited her over for a sleepover on
Thursday night.  Cassadee excitedly accepted the invitation.  She had been
looking forward to having a night with Tina, since she hadn't been able to
spend a lot of time with her recently.  Maybe they could wear their pajamas
and have a movie night, like they used to.

   Her other best friend, Joey Harper, caught her at her locker.  They
talked for a bit, but the conversation was slightly awkward.  She had taken
his virginity just a few days ago and she could see by the look in his eyes
that he would gladly accept a repeat performance.  She told him that he was
welcome to stop by the house any time he wanted, which made him smile.  She
also made sure to invite him out to Defloration, the strip club, where she
was performing tonight for the first time since her Coming of Age party. 
It would be Joey's first time seeing her onstage as well.  The lust in his
eyes was palpable as he told her he wouldn't miss it for the world.  She
smiled and kissed him on the cheek, then went to her next class.

   *****

   Later that night, Cassadee pulled into the lot at Defloration.  All
three stages were occupied by nude dancers and the club was packed.  It was
almost standing room only, so she had to weave her way between patrons as
she headed toward the door that led to the dressing room.  She entered the
dressing room to find it almost full as well.  Bethany was already there.

   Her friend, Bethany, was a tall, beautiful brunette with a beauty mark
on her cheek and large, C-cup breasts.  Cassadee thought she was the
prettiest girl in school.  She was pretty much her official girl-crush. 
Bethany was dressed in a blue bikini which left little to the imagination.
Cassadee could hardly take her eyes off the girl's body long enough to have
a conversation with her.  When they were rehearsing their act in her
bedroom last night, Cassadee had thoroughly enjoyed choreographing the
sexual positions with her.  One thing had led to another, and they had
ended up with their tongues entwined as they finger-banged each other. 
Cassadee's pussy tingled at the memory.

   Bethany was called out to the stage, so Cassadee quickly changed into
her outfit.  She was wearing a soft yellow baby doll negligee over a white
bra and panty set.  Her heart thumped at the thought of going out on the
stage.  She had done this once before, but this was the first time since
her party.  This time, it was strictly her choice -"simply because she
wanted to get naked in front of a crowd.  She could feel the moisture
already forming between her legs.  Taking her mind to a calm place, she
mentally prepared herself to be relaxed enough to show every inch of her
female anatomy to a packed house of horny men -"and a few women.

   When Tom Browning, the owner of the club, called her name over the sound
system, Cassadee strode onto the stage with confidence.  The roar of the
crowd was intense.  There was a sea of faces on all three sides, many of
whom she knew.  She glanced over at the stages to each side of her. 
Bethany was on the right.  She was already getting nude.

   After the first song, Cassadee had already dispensed with the negligee
and bra.  She danced topless, smiling and soaking up the adoration.  It was
only just shy of two weeks since her Coming of Age party, but she had
already forgotten the incredible rush that came from being naked in front
of hundreds of people.  Halfway through her second song she was completely
nude.  While the third and final song of the set played, Cassadee worked
the stage.  She was wearing a garter on her thigh, and it was quickly
filling with money.  She opened her legs for the patrons seated at the
stage, giving them gynecological shots and closeup views of every intimate
part of her body.  She couldn't help but smile as their eyes devoured her
lustily.  Joey Harper was one of those guys seated at the stage, and she
made sure to give him preferential treatment, not only spreading her legs
for him, but also her lips, showing him the sticky wetness inside.

   After her dance was over, she grabbed her discarded clothing, headed
backstage, and put the money she had collected in a locker.  Bethany came
back at the same time.  Cassadee thought about putting her bra and panties
back on, but saw that Bethany was going out to work the floor naked, so she
decided to do the same.  It was allowed, so why not?

   She walked out with Bethany, and the patrons who were seated nearby
swiveled their heads to see the two nude girls walking in their midst. 
Bethany sat on a man's lap and started flirting with him.  Cassadee walked
around for a bit, showing off her body, and enjoying the stares and
whistles of appreciation, and even the occasional light slap on her ass. 
She saw an acquaintance from high school, whom she didn't know that well,
and wormed her way through the crowd to the back where he was sitting,
feeling more than one hand squeeze a butt cheek along the way.  She boldly
sat on his lap, taking him by surprise, and made sure to part her thighs
enough for him to see her pussy.  He smiled and rested his hand on her bare
thigh as they talked, rubbing and squeezing her leg, inching ever closer to
her puffy vulva.  When she asked him if he wanted a private dance, he
happily accepted, so she took him into a room in the back.  He paid her a
hundred dollars and she crawled all over him, shoving her pussy in his
face, and riding him, until he came in his pants.  She thanked him and
walked him back out, pointing him to the bathroom so he could clean up.

   As she looked around, she noticed Joey, still seated at the stage with
his eyes on his Coke, even though there was a naked girl dancing a few feet
from him.  Walking up behind him, she touched him on the shoulder, making
him jump.  He took in her nude body for a moment before settling on her
eyes.  She smiled and grabbed his hand, leading him into the back.  When
they were in a private room, she pushed Joey down onto the leather couch.

   "I don't think I have enough to pay what you normally get for this,
Cass," he said dejectedly.

   "Shut up, goof," she replied, kicking off her heels and straddling his
lap.  She lifted his chin and kissed him, her tongue parting his lips. 
Joey responded immediately, pulling her against his chest.  After a few
minutes of making out, Cassadee told him to lace his fingers behind his
head.  "No touching," she said with a wry smile.

   Joey watched as Cassadee turned around into the reverse cowgirl position
and began to grind on his lap.  Her amazing ass was right there -"a pretty,
pink rosebud nestled between the most squeezable white cheeks he had ever
seen -"and he wanted so badly to touch it.  He had been semi-hard already,
just from the kissing, but within seconds he could feel his erection
straining inside his pants.

   Joey's jeans weren't the most comfortable material to be rubbing her
privates against.  Cassadee could feel his hard dick through them, though,
and it was getting her worked up.  She hadn't intended to do anything
except give him a lap dance, but the thoughts in her head were making her
squirm.  What could it hurt?

   Cassadee turned around and, to his shock, rubbed the bulge in his pants
with her hand.  She smiled and bit her bottom lip as she pulled down his
zipper and unbuttoned his pants.  Joey couldn't quite believe it when she
pulled his pants and boxer briefs down to his knees and straddled him once
again.  His hard dick was pointing straight out as she moved up, pinning it
against his belly, and began sliding up his length, coating him with her
lubrication.  He glanced at the door, hoping no one would come busting
through.

   This was much better.  The texture of Joey's penis was nice and soft,
even if the penis itself was rock hard.  It felt extremely nice as she
coated it with her copious wetness.  She leaned down and kissed him deeply,
rubbing her clit against the head of his dick.  If there was any doubt that
she was going to fuck him, it had dissipated like a wisp of smoke.

   Joey watched in disbelief as Cassadee positioned the tip of his stiff
cock in her opening and impaled herself on it.  She was so wet that she
enveloped him with ease, bottoming out with his length buried inside.  To
hell with her 'no touching' rule, he thought.  The cool flesh of her ass
cheeks beneath his hands was a sharp contrast to the heat of her vulva
around his shaft.  She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and buried her
face in his neck as she rode him, the sound of slapping, wet genitals
bouncing loudly off the walls of the small room.

   What am I doing?  Cassadee thought to herself.  Why am I fucking him? 
He's probably already in love with me.  I don't want to lead him on or give
him the wrong impression.  It's not like I want to date him.  Joey's hard
dick was hitting all the right spots as she bounced up and down on his lap.
She moaned into his neck as she considered her dilemma, the first tingles
of an orgasm manifesting in her womb.  He had been her best friend since
they were little kids.  Living a couple houses down the street, Joey had
been there for sleepovers, birthday parties, family get-togethers -"he was
like a brother to her.  She loved him, just not in that way.  At
least...she didn't think she did...

   Joey was so in love with this girl.  He had loved her since grade
school, when his heart began to flutter each time she sat next to him.  She
was the standard that all other girls were measured against.  Her beauty
took his breath away and her personality made her doubly attractive.  They
had been so close, growing up together.  Everyone saw them as siblings or
cousins, but it had never been that way for him.  He had wanted her for as
long as he could remember.  And just last week he had seen her naked for
the first time.  And they had had sex -"his first.  Now they were having
sex again.  Was this the start of something between them?

   Cassadee moaned loudly, unable to maintain the rhythmic bouncing on
Joey's lap, instead beginning to convulse as her orgasm bloomed inside her
pelvis.  She rocked back and forth, his dick stoking the euphoric flames to
a conflagration.  As she tipped over the peak of her orgasm, her vaginal
walls contracted strongly, pulsing and grabbing around Joey's dick.  She
tried not to be too loud, worrying that others outside the room could hear,
but she had lost all control.  Orgasms with him seemed more special -"more
loving, if that made sense -"than others.  It was like every emotion was
heightened.  Still, it was a surprise when the tears spilled from her eyes
and she sobbed into his shoulder.

   The sensation of Cassadee coming pushed him right to the edge of his own
orgasm.  Her pussy squeezed his dick repetitively and he could feel his
balls about to let loose.  He gritted his teeth, the first contraction
clenching his junk, when Cassadee began to bawl.  His heart froze in his
chest as his orgasm was ruined, the adrenaline from thinking he had done
something wrong sucking the momentum from his sex.  He held her against
himself as she cried, his dick softening inside her.  "Cass, what's wrong?"
he whispered into her ear.

   She responded by hugging him even more tightly.  "Nothing.  Everything
is perfect," she answered.

   Joey was completely fucking confused.  What the hell had just happened?
"Are you OK?" he asked.

   Cassadee wiped her face and looked into his eyes as she nodded.  "I'm
just being a girl -"all emotional and stuff.  Don't worry about it.  Did
you come?" she asked.

   He didn't want to make her feel bad by telling her that his orgasm had
been ruined, so he nodded that he had.  In truth, he had probably released
one or two pumps before it went away, so he wasn't technically lying.  As
she lifted off his lap, he did notice some semen run out of her, which she
wiped up with tissues that were sitting on the stand next to the couch. 
She handed him the box and he cleaned himself up as well, throwing the used
tissues in a little garbage can under the stand.

   After he buttoned and zipped his pants, they stood and Cassadee hugged
him tightly, saying, "Thank you."

   "For what?" he asked

   "For always being there for me," she replied.

   "Of course.  I always will," he said.  And he meant it.

   Cassadee led him back out by the hand, then kissed him on the cheek and
told him to stop by her house sometime soon.  He said he would, and took a
different seat at the stage, since his had been occupied.

   Cassadee went into the bathroom inside the dressing room to clean up. 
She wiped the sweat and fluids off her body, fixed her face at the makeup
table, and went back out to the floor.

   She gave a couple more private dances, putting Joey out of her mind, and
eating up the attention from random guys.  When she was called back onstage
by Tom, she once again wowed the crowd with a striptease routine. 
Afterwards, she worked the crowd some more and gave more private dances,
even masturbating on the lap of one of the guys on the wrestling team. 
Cassadee was having the time of her life until, finally, Tom called her and
Bethany to the stage.

   "Ladies and gentlemen," Tom began.  The next two performers hardly need
any introduction in this town.  They are cheerleaders.  One is a track star
and the other is on the swim team.  They are both extraordinarily beautiful
girls who are here to give us a special show.  Put your hands together for
Bethany Tate and Cassadee Ellison!"

   The roar of the crowd was deafening as the two girls walked onstage
together.  They danced their first song, performing the routine they
practiced, quickly shedding their skimpy clothing.  By the second song,
they were kissing and touching each other, all over their naked bodies.  As
the third song played, they were down on the floor, switching positions,
dry humping one another and pretending to eat each other out.

   About halfway through the third song, they found themselves in a
sixty-nine position.  Bethany was on bottom, with Cassadee on top.  It was
supposed to be just close touching and fake licking, like they had
choreographed, but Cassadee suddenly felt Bethany's fingers penetrate her
pussy.  She gasped as her friend actually began fingering her and licking
her pussy.  She looked around and saw the wide eyes and mesmerized faces of
the crowd.  Her eyes closed as Bethany's fingers pumped in and out, stoking
a fire in her sex.

   Having had close friends in the Drama club, Cassadee knew that one of
the cardinal rules of improv was never saying 'no' during a scene.  No
matter what someone said or did, you went with it.  Bethany had decided to
go off script and take things in a new direction.  So, for the sake of the
performance, Cassadee didn't really see that she had a choice.  Whether she
wanted to or not, she was apparently going to be having girl-girl sex in
front of a crowd.  The thought made her pussy leak around Bethany's
fingers.

   Deciding it was awkward to have her friend pleasuring her while she did
nothing, Cassadee calmed her thoughts, lowered her face to Bethany's pussy
and began to eat her out.  As the last notes of the song played, the
audience got strangely quiet in the ensuing silence.

   Bethany moaned as she felt Cassadee's tongue on her clit and it made her
pause for a second, but then she continued fingering her friend in front of
everyone.  She hadn't intended to take it this far, but her desire to
impress the crowd had felt like peer pressure.  What could she do?  She
loved Cassadee's pussy anyway, so it wasn't like it was gross or something.
Why not do what she enjoyed, letting the audience enjoy it as well?  She
just hoped Cassadee wouldn't be mad.  Withdrawing her fingers, she sucked
the slippery juices off of them and leaned up, jamming her tongue inside
her friend's vagina.

   Cassadee's face was red and hot, but she kept sucking on Bethany's clit.
The girl smelled sweaty and musky, but it wasn't off-putting.  If anything,
it was incredibly erotic.  Cassadee moaned loudly, as Bethany's tongue
carved a path between her lower lips.  You could hear a pin drop now.  The
music was no longer playing, and everyone watched in awe.

   Bethany spread Cassadee's ass cheeks and licked her asshole, hearing
some lusty mutterings from the audience.  She smiled to herself as she
alternated between Cassadee's tight, pink rosebud and her delicious pussy.
When her friend shoved her fingers deep inside her opening, Bethany gasped.
She was almost there.

   Cassadee was close to coming now, so she picked up the pace, fingering
Bethany fast and deep.  Bethany began to moan loudly.  The wet, squishy
sounds coming from the girls' vaginas echoed off the walls.  Cassadee
couldn't hold back any longer.  She machine gunned her fingers into
Bethany's pussy as she had a huge orgasm, her warm juices running over her
friend's face.  Bethany came five seconds later, her legs wobbling and
squeezing Cassadee's head as she jittered underneath her.  They both
screamed and trembled, pinned between each other's thighs, and finally came
to rest side by side with their eyes closed, breathing heavily.

   The noise that erupted from the crowd actually scared them out of their
euphoric trance.  They had to cover their ears as they were showered with
money.  After the money was collected, and they were resting in the
dressing room, Bethany and Cassadee kissed each other on the lips, tasting
their own juices.  They took their time showering together, and soaping and
washing each other's bodies, then dried and dressed in their street
clothes. Cassadee gave Joey a kiss and said goodbye, thanking him again for
coming out.  Tom thanked them both for the amazing show, and they left for
the night.  Cassadee had made over $1300.  Bethany had done around the
same. Not too bad for an evening of public nudity and orgasmic bliss.

   When Cassadee arrived at home, she sat down with her parents, who were
up late, watching TV in the living room.  She told them all about her
night, not leaving out any details, except those that involved Joey.  She
didn't know what to think of that situation yet.  They smiled and listened,
and it seemed they even touched hands tenderly.  Maybe they would have a
fun night, she thought, after hearing about their daughter's sexual
escapades.  Once she made it to bed, Cassadee had no energy to engage in
her nightly routine of self-gratification.  Her eyes closed almost as soon
as her head hit the pillow.

   *****

   Thursday

   After she got home from school on Thursday, Cassadee decided to go for a
run.  She didn't have the courage to start from her house completely naked,
so she did the next best thing.  It was a hot day, so instead of a sports
bra and running shorts, she found her tiniest bikini -"one she ordered on a
whim from an Australian company called Wicked Weasel -"which she had never
worn.  It was pink and the top covered little more than her nipples,
leaving a lot of side- and under-boob showing, even for her small breasts.
Down below, she wore a thong.  It barely covered her pubic area, and she
had to pull it up a little bit so it didn't show her landing strip -"the
effect of which was much more side-lippage spilling over than she intended.
In the back it was nothing more than a string that fit snugly between her
ass cheeks.  She turned in the mirror, shocked at how little it actually
covered, and smiled nervously to herself.

   Cassadee walked out the front door, looking both ways.  It was a hot
day, and the sun beat down on her.  Across the street, Mr.  O'Shea, an
older man who was one of her mentors, was working inside his open garage.
She walked over and entered, not bothering to knock.

   "Hi, Mr.  O'Shea," she said happily.

   "Cassie girl!  How are you?" His eyes roamed over her body.  "Nice
bikini," he said as he chuckled.

   She twirled around, letting him see that her whole ass was visible, and
he whistled.

   "That's something you don't see every day," he said with a smile.

   "I decided to wear this for my run today instead of my normal running
clothes.  What do you think?"

   "I think you are going to cause car accidents," he said with a laugh.

   Cassadee giggled, then became serious.  "The other day, when I went for
a run, I experimented with public nudity.  I took my clothes off and ran
part of my circuit completely nude.  What are your thoughts on that?" she
asked, genuinely seeking his input.

   Charlie O'Shea looked her over again.  She was definitely a sexy, little
girl.  He could see the bumps of her nipples poking into the fabric of her
bikini, and a slight camel toe where her bottoms clung tightly to her
smooth pussy lips.  The thought of her running through town naked stirred
his loins and caused him to lick his lips, remembering the taste of her
young sex.

   "Well, it's always been a rumor around here that public nudity is legal,
although I've never looked into it myself.  And it's not really something
you see, other than the occasional prank or tit flash from one of the high
school students.  If I were you, I would want to make sure I couldn't be
arrested before I started doing something like that.  I'd hate to see you
get a record or actually go to jail for the sake of sexual curiosity."

   Cassadee nodded her agreement.  She had thought the same thing.  "I
guess I need to go to the courthouse and make sure before I get too crazy."

   "Speaking of getting crazy, feel free to stop back here after your
run...if you want to." He gave her a little wink.

   Cassadee bit her lip.  She knew what he was inferring.  "OK," she said
tentatively, then smiled and lifted her bikini top, flashing her breasts,
before she took off and began her run.

   "Hellfire," Charlie said as he walked out to the sidewalk, watching her
perfectly plump ass cheeks bounce all the way down the street.

   *****

   Cassadee ran out of the housing area and into downtown, which was small,
considering it wasn't a big town.  But it was the county seat, which meant
the courthouse was here, and it was within walking distance of her house.
As she ran down the street, all eyes followed her.  Cars slowed down and
people on the sidewalk were rubbernecking to see the scantily clad girl
bouncing and jiggling in her pink bikini.  The attention turned her cheeks
red, but she loved it.  She wanted to give them even more to look at, but
she didn't dare.  At least not until she found out the legality of it.

   As she walked up to the entrance of the courthouse, she saw that it
would be closing in a half hour.  She entered through the main doors and
proceeded directly to a guard station with a metal detector.

   "Whoa, young lady.  You can't come in here dressed like that," the male
guard said.

   "I'm here to look at the town and county laws.  I believe that public
nudity is legal here, in which case, I should be able to come in here even
without what I'm wearing." She smiled her brightest smile and shifted her
hips, making her boobs jiggle.

   The guard's Adam's apple bounced up and down as he swallowed, trying to
decide what to do, while checking out her stellar body.  His eyes returned
to her face.  "I don't know.  I don't think I can let you in like this."

   "But you don't know for sure?" she asked.  "Until we know for sure, I
should be able to enter."

   He cleared his throat as he reluctantly gave in, waving her toward the
metal detector.  "Put your phone in the basket and step through, please."

   Cassadee did as she was told and, as expected, no alarms went off.  She
grabbed her phone on the other side and waved her thanks, shifting her hips
more dramatically than was necessary and giving him a little show as she
made her way down the hallway.  She found the office she was looking for
when she saw a sign that said 'Public Records'.  She walked up to the
counter and the lady's eyes grew big.

   "I'm here to do some research on public nudity.  I've heard that it's
legal here and I want to find out for sure.  The guard already checked me
in," she said, hoping to ward off any more arguments about her clothing
-"or lack thereof.

   With a disapproving look, the lady walked her over to a shelf of law
books, showing her which volume it would be in, if the rumor were true. 
She spent the next ten minutes skimming through the book until she found
exactly what she wanted.  In 1953 a public indecency law had been
overturned as part of the town's adoption of the Coming of Age traditions.
It was completely legal to be nude in public within the county limits,
including all towns and public buildings.  Privately owned buildings and
properties were permitted to make their own rules concerning the matter. 
Sexual acts in public spaces were prohibited in the presence of minors.  To
Cassadee's understanding, that meant that public masturbation or sex was
legal if minors weren't present to witness it.  At least that's how it
seemed to her.  It might be a gray area.  She took a picture of the laws
with her phone and put the book back on the shelf.

   Cassadee was tempted to strip down immediately and shock everyone with
what she now knew to be a fact.  But she needed to handle this in an
appropriate manner.  She would start at the top and schedule an appointment
with the mayor.  Another day.  She thanked everyone and left the
courthouse, ran back to her subdivision, finished her circuit, and headed
back home.

   By the time she arrived at home she had spent over half an hour thinking
about being nude in public and she was horny as hell.  She saw that Mr. 
O'Shea's garage door was still open and she ran inside, startling him at
his workbench.

   "Sorry...Mr.  O'Shea...I didn't...mean to...scare you..." she said,
gulping air.  "I've got...something...to tell you..."

   Charlie looked her over.  She was disheveled, some of the hair having
come out of her ponytail, and sweaty strands hung in her face.  Her
normally pale skin was red from heat and exertion.  And sweat beaded on her
chest.  Her bikini clung to her skin damply, which made it look like it was
painted on.  It was even slightly see-through.  He looked at her pussy. 
She was showing serious camel toe.  As a connoisseur of cunnilingus, he
salivated at what she might taste like right now.  He grabbed the garage
door remote on his workbench and hit the 'down' button.

   "What do you have to tell me?" he asked, putting his hands on her sweaty
back and untying her bikini top.

   "Well, I went...to the courthouse and looked at...the law books," she
began.

   Charlie had her topless and leaned in, sucking a puffy nipple into his
mouth.  It was salty from sweat.

   "And...mmm...that feels nice...and anyway, the laws showed that public
nudity..."

   Charlie sucked on the other nipple, rolling it around in his mouth,
making it erect.

   "fuck...ungh...that...public nudity...is legal here..."

   He untied her swimsuit bottoms, peeling them from between her legs, and
sat her on the couch at the far wall.  The odor of sweat and vaginal musk
was pungent in his nostrils as he spread her legs.  "That's nice," he said,
spreading her legs even wider, his mouth making a beeline to her pussy.

   "I know, right?  I was excited to...umm...oh god...to see that it
was...oh fuck...legal..."

   Charlie's tongue molested Cassadee's pussy, licking up the sweaty, gooey
goodness he found waiting for him between her lower lips.  Her scent was
heady, and he loved it.  He reached up and pinched her nipples while he
stroked her clit with the tip of his tongue.  Within a minute he had licked
her 18-year-old pussy clean and she was thrashing and screaming on the
couch as an orgasm ripped through her body.  Charlie kept her pinned to the
couch as she convulsed, lapping up every new drop of fluid that was
released on his tongue.

   "So, you want to walk around town naked, huh?" he asked, taking his seat
and wiping his face with a handkerchief, acting as if he hadn't just
mouth-raped her.

   Cassadee peered at him out of bleary eyes, trying to comprehend, through
her euphoric fog, what he had just said.  Naked?  Around town?  Oh, yes. 
She nodded as her hands found her breasts and she realized she was nude. 
Opening her eyes wider, she saw her bikini on the floor.  She got up off
the couch and walked shakily over to the crumpled fabric, picking it up.

   Charlie watched Cassadee wobble over on unsteady legs and bend over in
front of him.  He didn't even think she was aware of her graphic exposure,
her ass cheeks spread open and showing off her swollen pussy lips and
puckered little asshole.  Goodness, but she was a beautiful thing.  He
watched her like a true voyeur, his eyes hungrily devouring every inch of
her flesh as she "dressed" in the miniscule bathing suit.  Even in the
bikini, she was showing more flesh than one normally saw on any given day.

   "Well, whatever you decide, always make sure you are being safe.  Be
aware of your surroundings and let people know if you are going to be
somewhere alone.  We don't want anything to happen to our girl."

   Cassadee smiled at his use of "our girl".  She gave him a peck on the
lips.  "Thank you for the talk, Mr.  O'Shea." As she hit the 'open' button
on the remote she turned and said, "And for eating my pussy again.  You are
so good at that." She blew him a kiss, ducked under the opening garage
door, and skipped across the street to her house.

   *****

   Later that night, Cassadee sat with Tina Gleason in her friend's living
room watching 13 Going on 30.  Tina was in a baby blue pajama set and
Cassadee was wearing an oversized t-shirt that just barely covered her
panties.  When the movie got to the part with the Thriller dance, they
stood in the living room performing the same moves and giggling. 
Unbeknownst to them, a pair of eyes caught the display of bouncing teenage
curves, hungrily devouring every jiggle and swish.

   When they finally retired, sharing Tina's bed, it was after midnight. 
Two hours later, Cassadee woke up to pee.  She did her business, then
realized she was a little hungry, so she walked out to the kitchen and
grabbed a cold slice of pizza from the refrigerator.  She stood at the
island counter eating when she suddenly felt a body push up against her
from behind.  A hand covered her mouth just as she was about to squeal.

   "Shhh.  Don't wake anybody," the voice said.

   Cassadee could tell immediately that it was David Gleason, Tina's
father. She nodded.  Once he took his hand away, she said, "Mr.  Gleason.
Is everything OK?" He still had her pinned to the island from behind.

   "Yes, everything is fine," he whispered in her ear.  "I just can't stop
thinking about you since your party."

   At her Coming of Age party, almost two weeks ago, Tina's parents had
been seated at the main stage next to her own parents.  At one point in her
strip routine, she had sat in front of David Gleason and spread her legs,
showing him all of her pussy -"even going so far as pulling her labia apart
and letting him look at the innermost part of her sex.  Apparently, he
liked it.

   His hands were running all over her body, cupping her breasts and
feeling her hips through her t-shirt.  She wasn't wearing a bra underneath
and the sensation made her nipples hard.  "I see you like this," he said,
kissing her neck.  "Remember, be quiet.  It would be bad for us all if Mrs.
Gleason were to wake up."

   A shiver ran down Cassadee's spine as he bent her forward over the
island, lifted the hem of the t-shirt over her hips exposing her panty-clad
ass, and rubbed her cheeks.  He pushed himself against her and she could
feel his erection through his shorts.  A whimper escaped from her lips.

   "Shhh," he whispered again.  "I want you so badly.  But I won't rape
you. If you don't want this, tell me to stop.  I have a feeling you won't
though."

   With one quick motion, he pulled her panties down, letting them hit the
floor and pool around her bare feet.  His finger found the groove between
her labia and explored the wetness there before plunging deeply inside of
her.  She sucked a breath in through her teeth.

   Cassadee closed her eyes as he fingered her.  She had long thought that
her dad's best friend was hot, for an older guy.  And exposing herself to
him at her party had been an erotic fantasy come true.  She may even have
fantasized about fucking him a time or two, although she never expected it
to become reality.  According to him she could easily end this with a word.
The question was -"did she want to?  She grabbed the countertop and held
on.

   David withdrew his finger and licked it off.  Bending Cassadee flat
against the counter, he leaned down and stuck his tongue in her asshole. 
She smelled and tasted earthy, as if she weren't freshly washed.  While he
was down there, he ate out her pussy, ensuring she was nice and wet, with
his nose buried in her unclean sphincter.  Sliding his boxers down off his
hips, he placed the tip of his hard cock between her lower lips, rubbing
her juices all over himself, and slid inside her tight cunt.  He was now
buried inside his teenaged daughter's best friend.

   Cassadee moaned as he impaled her, and his hand reached around and
clamped over her mouth.  She was pinned to the island, being fucked by
David Gleason.  It was surreal.  He was taller than she was, and his height
caused her to stand on her tiptoes as he drove into her from behind.  He
pulled her upright and worked his other hand up and under the front of her
shirt, squeezing and fondling her breasts.  She was now standing on her
tiptoes with her back against his chest, her hips pinned against the edge
of the countertop, and his dick deep inside her.  She squeezed her eyes
shut as he thrust in and out, using her body for his pleasure.

   This girl felt every bit as amazing as David had imagined.  She was
petite and sexy, and her pussy was warm and wet, and incredibly tight.  Her
body trembled and she moaned into his hand as he fucked her roughly.  His
desire for her had completely overtaken his common sense.  His wife was
just down the hallway, asleep in their bed.  They had been having marital
problems lately, which blew up after Cassadee's party.  Sally was pissed at
how lustily he had reacted to seeing Cassadee's pussy, and she hadn't slept
with him since.  It was probably just a matter of time before they
divorced. The love just wasn't there anymore.  So, what would it matter,
even if she did catch him fucking their daughter's best friend?  It would
probably adversely affect Cassadee's friendship with Tina, but right at
this moment he didn't care, selfishly thinking of nothing other than doing
what he wanted to Cassadee's hot little body.  She hadn't rebuffed his
advance, so he wasn't holding back.  He might never have this chance again,
and he was determined to make the most of it.

   Cassadee was at the tipping point.  Her legs were shaking so badly she
couldn't support her weight on her toes.  David pinned her over the island
again with a hand between her shoulder blades and pounded her from behind,
the other hand still tightly clamped over her mouth.  He wasn't exactly
hurting her, but he sure as fuck wasn't being all that gentle either. 
Every sensation in her body shrunk to a pinpoint inside her vagina and then
exploded outward.  Cassadee screamed into his hand -"which tightened over
her mouth like a vise -"as the orgasm burst through her insides.  She felt
like her body was going to shake until it fell apart.  Wave after wave of a
powerful orgasmic tsunami washed throughout her entire being.  She felt the
warm fluids leave her body and run down her legs.  His jackhammer pounding
never slowed.

   David took his hand away from Cassadee's mouth as her orgasm subsided
and she grew quiet.  Her chest and the side of her face were plastered
against the countertop, her eyes glassy and staring off into nowhere.  He
used the inside of her tight pussy to stroke his dick until he could take
no more.  He pressed himself deeply into her and held his breath as he
came, rocking against her ass and filling her up with jet after jet of his
hot load.  After he regained his bearings, he withdrew his cock, letting
the mixture of their cum slide out and run down her legs.  He used the back
of her t-shirt to wipe himself off and pulled his boxers back up.  Leaning
over her limp body, he whispered, "You'd better get all this cleaned up. 
Have a good night's sleep.  I will." He kissed her damp cheek and walked
away.

   Cassadee continued to lie there on the counter for a minute, trying to
contain the thoughts swirling through her head.  Had Tina's dad raped her?
She hadn't given consent, but she could have ended it and she didn't do
that either.  Even if it hadn't been rape, he had definitely used her
disrespectfully.  The pedestal she had put him on was toppled.  She had
come here tonight to have a sleepover with Tina, not have sex with her dad.
Thinking strictly clinically about the sex, she thought it had been hot. 
And she had had a massive orgasm.  But now things would be different. 
David Gleason could not think he would get away with treating her this way.

   As she lifted herself off the counter, she felt the wetness down her
legs and stepped in a puddle on the floor.  Cringing, she reached over and
pulled some paper towels off the dispenser, cleaning up her pussy, her legs
and her feet.  Then she got some more and wiped up the floor.  Her panties
had been lying in their combined pool of cum, so she couldn't put them back
on.  She threw them in the garbage under the paper towels.  Her shirt felt
damp against her back, and she realized in annoyance that he had wiped
himself off on her.  Grabbing some more paper towels, she did her best to
dry the area.  Looking at the unfinished slice of pizza on the counter she
decided her appetite was gone.  She threw it away and went to the bathroom.
She peed and wiped, then checked her appearance in the mirror.  She had
that 'freshly fucked' look.  Her hair was disheveled, her face was red, and
she was sweaty.  And her pussy was still throbbing.

   Cassadee walked quietly into Tina's bedroom and crept silently into bed
next to her friend.  Tina stirred and said, "Where did you go?"

   "I just went to the bathroom.  Good night, babe." She kissed her friend
on the cheek and snuggled up next to her, thoughts of revenge running
through her head as a tear escaped her eye and dampened the pillow.

   *****

   Friday

   Friday was the last day of school.  It would be a half-day of doing
nothing, with the rest of the day preparing for the commencement ceremony
that evening.  Cassadee woke up with Tina, keeping well away from her dad,
and showered, dressing in the clothes she had brought in her overnight bag.
They rode to school together in Cassadee's car and spent the morning
socializing and saying goodbye to teachers and people they thought they
might not see later at graduation.

   The rest of the day went off without a hitch.  Cassadee graduated near
the top of her class, third in line behind the valedictorian and
salutatorian.  Her mom and dad were there in the stands, along with most
everyone else's family.  But Greg, her brother, didn't show up.  Cassadee
couldn't believe he skipped her graduation.  She was extremely hurt by his
thoughtlessness but did her best to put it out of her mind and was able to
get through the night.  There were plenty of tears between friends and lots
of hugs and pictures.

   When the ceremony was over and they drove back home, her parents hugged
her for the hundredth time, telling her how proud they were of her, and
retired to their bedroom.  They weren't happy with Greg either, but decided
to deal with it in the morning.  Cassadee went to her room, took all her
clothes off, and stewed.  She was angry.  And sad.  She had gone to his
graduation.  They had been so close over the years, and then about six
months ago Greg just seemed to shut himself off from everyone.  He became
withdrawn and distant and his once happy-go-lucky attitude had changed
completely.  He was no longer the fun-loving jokester he used to be.  Now
he was surly and solitary, spending most of his time, since he had come
home from college, holed up in his room.

   Deciding she had had enough, Cassadee stomped angrily down the hallway
and pushed her way through Greg's bedroom door, not even bothering to
knock. Greg, sitting in a chair and staring out the window into the
darkness, jumped like he had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar.
"What the fuck, Cass?  How about learning to knock?"

   "Why, Greg?  Why would you skip my graduation?  Do I mean that little to
you now?  What happened to you?  We used to be so close.  Now you treat me
-"make that everybody -"like shit!  I'm not leaving this room until I know
what the fuck is going on.  Are you on drugs?"

   Greg put his head in his hands.  "No, I'm not on drugs, Cass."

   "What is it, then?  Why are you so distant?" she pressed, tears
streaming down her face.

   "I didn't want to miss your graduation," he mumbled into his hands.

   "Then why did you?" she practically screamed.

   He stood and walked over to her.  He had gotten used to seeing her nude,
but it still made him uncomfortable.  He put his arms around her and pulled
her into an embrace as she sobbed.  If felt strange to touch her bare back,
without a shirt or even a bra, but he forced himself to rub it with his
hand and tried to calm her with soothing words.  "Shhh," he whispered in
her ear.  "I'm sorry.  Please let me explain."

   Cassadee pulled away from him and angrily stomped her foot on the floor,
making her boobs jiggle.  "I'm waiting.  What's your deal?"

   Greg peeled his eyes away from her body and stared out the window.  "I
thought Frank Dawson might be getting out of jail soon.  I was just keeping
an eye out."

   Cassadee swallowed nervously.  Frank Dawson had covertly taken pictures
of her in her back yard when she was nude.  Not just nude, but also
masturbating and having sex with her friend Joey Harper.  He then tried to
blackmail her with them.  Thankfully, she was able to contact one of her
mentors, Lester Camden, who was a town cop, and he pulled Frank over,
subsequently arresting him for drugs.  Lester then had the sim card in
Frank's phone destroyed.

   "OK," she said, looking out the window at the lights in Frank's house
next door.  "But that doesn't really explain why you missed my graduation."

   "I've been trying to protect you," Greg said, eyes downcast.

   Cassadee remembered a day about a week ago when she had caught Greg
staring out his window after she had been masturbating in the backyard. 
She had accused him of spying on her and being a perv.

   "Are you saying that all of this time spent at your window has been
because you were trying to protect me from Frank?"

   "And others.  Whenever I know you are home, I keep an eye out.  Because
people will try to take advantage of you.  Just like Frank."

   Cassadee thought for a moment.  "Greg, none of this makes sense.  Why do
you feel the need to protect me?  I get that you are my older brother but,
come on!  I have my own life.  I'm an adult now.  And it still doesn't
explain why you've been such a jerk lately!"

   Greg's eyes began to tear up as he watched Cassadee cry.  How could he
explain?  She was going to hate him.

   "Just tell me!  You are obviously holding something back.  It won't fix
anything if nothing changes and we just continue living like this. 
Please," she begged.

   Tears were now running down Greg's face.  He looked up at her.  It was
now or never.  "Protecting you is my job.  It will always be my job
because..."

   "Because why, Greg?"

   "Because I'm your mentor."

   It suddenly felt, to Cassadee, like the air was sucked out of the room.
All the blood rushed out of her head and everything began to spin.  As her
vision shrunk to a pinpoint of light, the word 'mentor' rang in her ears
and the world tilted sideways, fading to black.