Yesterday Once More

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Caution: This Lesbian Erotic Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa, Consensual, Lesbian, Fiction, Oral Sex, .

Desc: Lesbian Erotic Story: An unexpected visit from her past turned today into yesterday once more for Dorothy Kerr.

Dorothy Kerr turned her head as her daughter, Cassie, walked into the kitchen. To her disappointment, the soon to be high school graduate still wore the same look of disappointment she had carried around all week.

"I was just making some tea," the thirty-eight year old brunette said, "just the thing for a rainy afternoon. Would you like some?"

"No thanks, Mom," Cassie said as she sat down at the kitchen table.

Taking her tea mug in hand, Dorothy sat down opposite her daughter. She had been trying to come up with a way to cheer her up for the last few days with no success. Deep in her heart she knew her daughter's mood wasn't her fault, but she still felt responsible.

"Could I say I'm sorry one more time," Dorothy said.

"You don't have to, Mom," Cassie replied, "It was my fault, not yours."

"Still, maybe I shouldn't have even brought it up unless I was totally sure," the older woman said.

"No, you told me to keep it to myself and instead I told Janet," Cassie went on. "What was it that Dad used to say, a secret stops being a secret when a third person learns about it. I should've known that Janet couldn't keep her mouth shut."

It had all started two weeks ago when the band hired by the graduating class for the Prom had cancelled their appearance. Two of the members had been injured in an automobile accident and wouldn't be able to play for months. The cancellation had set off a mad scramble to find a replacement group. Not the easiest thing to do with half the proms in the county all being on the same night. At least if you wanted to get a half decent act.

It was then that Dorothy had come up with a suggestion that she thought might make her daughter's Prom truly memorable. Why not, she told her daughter, try and get someone famous to appear in their place.

"Yeah, right," Cassie had laughed, "That kind of thing only happens in the movies."

"You never know," her mother had replied.

"In the movies, it usually involves someone's dying wish or someone knows the star personally," the seventeen year old said. "I don't suppose you know any major stars, do you?"

"Well actually..." Dorothy started to say but was cut off by her daughter.

"And Johnny Brown and the Dreamboats doesn't count," she said, bringing up the name of her uncle's old time rock band which had a state wide following among the over forty crowd.

"Actually," Dorothy said slowly as she debated even mentioning it, "I was thinking more of Kassandra. You have heard of her, right?"

"Shut up," Cassie shot back, "There's no way you know Kassandra."

Kassandra was one of those mega stars that were known the world over by just her first name. She had taken the music world by storm fifteen years earlier and was only eclipsed by the likes of Madonna. It was nearly impossible to get tickets to one of her concerts, much less think she would ever appear at a high school show.

"Yes way," Dorothy smiled, "But when I knew her she still had two names. Back when I was your age and the world was still flat."

"You really know her?" Cassie repeated.

"Yes I do," Dorothy likewise repeated. "There was a time when she was just a small town girl as well. We went to school together back in Fort Bradford."

"You think you could actually get her to come to the Prom?" Cassie asked.

"I can try and ask," Dorothy said. "I's a long shot, but who knows."

"That would be so awesome," Cassie bubbled.

"Remember, this is really a long shot," Dorothy reminded her daughter, "so let's not say a word about it until I can try and make some calls."

"Oh wow, I can't believe my Mom actually knows Kassandra," Cassie was saying to herself, only half hearing the rest of what Dorothy had said.

Of course a secret this good just had to be shared with her best friend, Janet. Then of course Janet had to share it with Connie, promising her to secrecy as well. A promise that Connie made sure to likewise extract from Kathy, and on and on it went. By the end of the weekend, most of the senior class had heard that Kassandra was coming to the Prom. All of this before Dorothy had even been able to call Kassandra's manager on Monday morning.

A call that was having very little success. Despite her being able to call on an unlisted line and asking for Mary Glenn, the pseudonym Kassandra traveled under, the business manager who screened the call refused to put her through to the singer. He said that he had never heard of her before and he had been with the star almost from the beginning.

"It was a good try lady," he said before hanging up the phone.

"Pigheaded ass," Dorothy said as she hung up the phone.

As she had told Cassie, it was a real long shot, but it really annoyed her to get shot down before even getting the chance to even ask her personally. She would've understood if Kassandra couldn't do it. After all, a star of that magnitude had commitments the world over.

It would've been nice to do something really special for Cassie, Dorothy had thought. They'd all had a rough year with the death of her father last August. As much as Dorothy hurt, she had buried it in order to be there in every way she could for her daughter and she hoped she wouldn't be too disappointed. Thankfully no one else even knew she had tried to get the singer.

When Cassie had gone to school that Monday, she'd been shocked to discover that everyone knew about her mother trying to get Kassandra for the Prom. She was then devastated the next day when she had to practically announce that it wasn't going to happen. Despite the fact that she hadn't personally told a single soul other than Janet, a great many people seemed to act as if she had promised the whole class. A few even took the position that her mother had never known the star to begin with, and she had just spread the rumor to make herself popular.

"I hung your Prom dress in your closet," Dorothy said as she got up from the table and turned on the tap to rinse out her glass.

"You know, Mom, I've been thinking," Cassie said from the table. "Maybe I'll just skip the Prom. It's not like..."

"You hold it right there, young lady," Dorothy interrupted. "I don't want to hear any such silly thing. Of course you're going to the Prom, and you're going to have a great time."

"Yeah but," Cassie started to say when she was interrupted by the front door bell. "I'll get it," she said, rising from her chair.

"Not go to the Prom," Dorothy said to herself as she put the now clean cup back in the cabinet. "Just because a few other kids have big mouths..."

Dorothy's train of thought was abruptly shattered as twin sounds cut through the air. A sudden scream in her daughter's voice, and then the sound of a body hitting the floor. A sound Dorothy remembered all too clearly from the night Jimmy had his heart attack.

"Oh My God!" Cassie had screamed, causing her mother to race out of the kitchen towards the front door.

When she reached the foyer, Dorothy saw her daughter stretched out on the floor. Bent down and leaning over her was a woman wearing a dark blue cape and hood. The angle of the hood obscured her face.

"Cassie!" Dorothy screamed, the color draining from her face.

"She's all right," the cloaked woman said as Cassie let out a soft moan. "I think she just fainted for a moment."

"Fainted?" Dorothy repeated as to her relief, Cassie opened her eyes and began to sit up.

"Take it easy, honey," the new arrival said, "Give yourself a chance to catch your breath."

"Oh my God," Cassie said again as she remembered why she had fainted. "Mom, it's really her!"

It was only then that the cloaked woman pulled back her hood, giving Dorothy her first good look at the blond tressed face beneath. A face that was both strange and familiar.

"Cassie?" Dorothy asked in a surprised voice.

"Yes," both her daughter and the woman in blue answered at the same time.

"Your name is Cassie too?" a surprised Cassie asked the woman.

"Yes, short for Cassandra," came her reply. "Back when I used to spell it with a C. Didn't you know that?"

"Why would I know that?" a confused Cassie asked.

"Well after all," Kassandra smiled, "you were named after me."

"Oh my God," Cassie said a third time in a more subdued tone.

Once Cassie was up and off the floor, the three women moved to the kitchen. Dorothy hung up Kassandra's wet cloak and put the tea kettle back on.

"I can't believe that you're really here," Cassie said. "I have like a million things to ask."

"Sweetheart, I'll be more than happy to answer all your questions, but later," Kassandra replied. "If you don't mind, could your mother and I have a few moments. It's been a long time since we've had a chance to talk."

"Oh sure," the excited teenager said as she excused herself and headed up to her room. As she ran up the stairs, she could just about be heard repeating over and over, "She's really here."

Both older women waited until they heard Cassie's bedroom door close behind her. What they had to say to each other wasn't for her ears.

"It's really so good to see you again, Cass," Dorothy said as she smiled at the friend of her younger years. "I think of you often."

"It's good to see you too, DD," Kassandra replied, using the nickname Dorothy had gone by in her high school days. "And before I say anything else, I want to say how deeply sorry I am."

"For what?" Dorothy asked, "That your manager didn't take me seriously when I called. That was hardly your fault."

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