Cassie licked her lips, took a deep breath, and then knocked on the door before her confidence failed her. She had decided last night before going to sleep that this trip was necessary, but upon waking this morning and facing actually having to go through with it, she had found herself not wanting to do it. All through breakfast and her usual morning routine, she had wavered back and forth, finally managing to talk herself out of it. Then, having gotten dressed and headed for the gym like normal, she found herself making a series of wrong turns until she found herself here, parked outside of Andrea's apartment.
Now, waiting outside Andrea's front door at 10:00 in the morning, she was again confronted with the thought that this might not be the best idea. She could feel her heart thumping in her chest, and a lump was beginning to form in her throat as nervousness washed over her. There was probably no reason for her to be here anyway, she told herself. What had happened Tuesday had been a fluke, a one-time thing, which looking back, she had to admit she had most likely initiated. And there was no point in denying that she had liked it. Hell, she'd loved it! Just thinking about it had caused her to finger herself to multiple orgasms last night while Jack was at work.
So why was she here? Why was she shivering on Andrea's doorstep (wearing only her gym clothes, freezing her butt off) at ten in the morning—a time when Jack was still snoring in bed and she should be at the gym?
Because it was Thursday morning. Because of the last thing Andrea had said when she had walked out the door, that smug smile playing on her lips. "So, every Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday morning is it?"
Cassie hadn't thought too much of it at the time, (hell, her mind was barely functioning at all, her entire being still overwhelmed from the afterglow of multiple orgasms), but later that comment popped back into her mind and lodged there. She knew she shouldn't worry about it. Even though she and Jack had an open relationship that pretty much allowed them to do whatever they liked, they had agreed to always check with each other first. And as far as she knew he had never broken that trust.
But this was Andrea. His ex. His gorgeous, sexual-goddess ex. A woman he had once loved dearly. They shared a past, a history that didn't involve her. And she was hot. So hot she made Cassie's knees weak. How could she not worry just a little?
She steeled herself, and before she could change her mind, knocked on the door. She waited for what seemed like an eternity, her body shivering uncontrollably in the cold, her teeth threatening to chatter. She knocked again, waited some more, and was just about to give up hope Andrea was home and return to her car, when finally there was the sound of a lock turning. A moment later, the door cracked open and Andrea's sleepy, scowling face peered out at her.
"Cassie? What the hell are you doing here?" Andrea's voice was thick with sleep, and Cassie realized she had woke her. Oh well.
"We need to talk," Cassie replied, trying hard to sound normal and not let her nervousness show.
"No, I need to sleep," Andrea retorted, "What do you want?"
"Can I come in?" Cassie asked, "It's fucking freezing out here."
Andrea eyed her for a minute, then muttered something that sounded like "fine" and disappeared back inside. Cassie followed her in, hurriedly closing the door behind them, just happy for the moment to be in from out of the cold. Her ears and nose were already tingling, and her nipples were painfully hard beneath her workout shirt and sports-bra.
For some reason, she hoped they weren't showing.
Andrea had disappeared around the corner into the kitchen, the sound of doors and drawers opening and shutting audible, so Cassie took off her shoes and waited where she was, rubbing her hands up and down her arms to warm herself. While she did so, she looked around. Andrea's apartment wasn't very big; the front door opened directly into the living room, which was fairly small and seemed even smaller for the couch, loveseat, coffee table, and entertainment center that were packed in it. Also, Andrea wasn't the tidiest person, and stacks of CDs, books, notebooks and other assorted stuff made the area seem even more constrained. Around the corner was the kitchen and very small dining area, while straight ahead was the bathroom and short hallway that led to the bedroom. Cassie knew this from the one previous time that she had been here, after her and Jack had met up with Andrea and some friends at the bar one night and returned here for some after-hours partying.
Andrea reappeared from the kitchen and motioned her towards the couch, "You can sit down if you want. I put some coffee on, it should be ready in a couple minutes."
Cassie moved to the couch and sat, watching as Andrea took up a spot across from her on the loveseat, tucking her legs up under her Indian-style. Dressed only in a pair of boxers and a wife-beater, her hair still tousled from sleep and with absolutely no makeup on, she still managed to look somehow sultry. Cassie hated her for it. No that wasn't exactly true, she didn't hate her—she was just slightly jealous.
Okay, maybe more than slightly.
Cassie knew that she herself was good looking. Hell, who was she kidding – she was hot. She had heard it enough, (not just from guys, but from her girlfriends too, who all said how jealous they were of her) to accept it and be comfortable with the fact. Still, when she was around Andrea, she felt somehow inferior.
Cassie was the all-american girl – blonde hair, blue eyes, slim, trim, and athletic. Yet, Andrea's beauty seemed somehow exotic. Her dark lustrous hair, her piercing emerald eyes, her perfectly curved body all seemed to meld into something more than the parts themselves. She radiated pure animal magnetism, like some dark goddess of sex. Cassie felt it herself when looking upon her.
Like right now. She couldn't help but notice how Andrea's dark nipples tented the thin fabric of her top. Couldn't help but sneak a quick glance at her exposed thighs, and think about the dark shadow that hovered just out of eye-sight behind those boxers. Couldn't help but remember being buried in that silky pussy.
She quickly flicked her eyes back up to Andrea's face, but it was already too late. Andrea was smirking. She'd obviously caught Cassie peeking. It was confirmed a second later. "What? Couldn't wait for me to come to you?" Andrea purred, smiling that evil little smile. "Or do you not want to share with your man?"
Cassie felt her face reddening uncontrollably and cursed herself. You stupid little bitch, get yourself under control. Jesus, this is what got you into this mess in the first place. She breathed in deeply and forced herself to stay calm. She cleared her throat. "Despite what you may think, I came here so we could talk about this situation."
"What situation is that?" Andrea asked innocently.
"You know what I'm talking about. About what happened on Tuesday."
Andrea smiled even wider. "Oh. You mean when I fucked your man, and then you sucked his cum from my ass?" Andrea asked mockingly. "That situation?"
Despite her best efforts, the scene flashed across her mind and a small jolt of unbidden pleasure spasmed through her pussy, making her have to fight hard not to moan out loud. That bitch. The way she said it – so casually, so contemptuously – made Cassie want to jump up and knock that silly little smirk right off her face. Unfortunately, it also made her pussy twinge with desire.
Stay calm. Stay calm.
She matched Andrea's smile and stared her straight in the eyes, trying hard to show her disdain. "Yeah. That situation."
Andrea shrugged, unaffected by Cassie's stare. "Okay, so talk."
You can do this, Cassie thought to herself, Just say what you've got to say. Be forceful. Make sure she knows you're serious. "Look Andrea ... I'm not gonna tell you that I didn't enjoy Tuesday – I did. I'm just here to tell you that it was a one-time thing. It's never going to happen again."
"Is that so?" Andrea replied, lifting one eyebrow sardonically while simultaneously stifling a yawn.
"Yes. That's so," Cassie replied evenly. "So I'm going to ask you, politely, to stay away from Jack and to stay away from our apartment."
Andrea laughed. "Or what?"
She laughed. She actually had the nerve to laugh. That fucking bitch. Cassie could feel the anger boiling up inside of her. She wanted to smack her, to punch her. Wanted to pull her hair and spit right in that arrogant, gorgeous face. But even as she thought that, she realized that she also wanted to lick her. Wanted to suck on those perfect tits. As much as she wanted to pummel her, to scratch her eyeballs out, she couldn't help but also think about eating her pussy, and – god help her – tonguing her tight little ass. She felt her panties dampen considerably.
This was a mistake to come here, she thought, her mind and body at war with one another. A big mistake. Still, she forced a calm she didn't feel and tried to match Andrea's imperial attitude. "Or else I'll be forced to take action."
"Yeah," Andrea replied haughtily, "What'cha gonna do, lick me to death?"
Calm. Stay calm. The rage was starting to burn ... and so was the desire. Why was it that when she got mad, she got horny? Who was the sick God that had made her that way? How was she supposed to feed off her anger to get things done, when all it made her want to do was get fucked? In any and every way possible?
.... There is more of this story ...