Chapter 8

Wiping his mouth, Casey puts his napkin down and looks across the table at his girlfriend. “That was a sly trick you pulled on me,” he says.

“What, having you help Bart out while me and Rosemary went for a ride?”

“Yeah, that,” he affirms. “I know what you’re trying to do.”

“You do?”

“Yeah,” he says. “You’re trying to get me to fuck him.”

“I’m not quite sure that Bart swings that way,” Jessica says, biting him lip. “But if you’re thinking that way, then we are making some progress.”

“Progress?” he asks, suddenly confused.

“Well yeah,” Jessica agrees. “I know that you’re very curious about it. You’re almost over these stigmas that society has put on you. It’s good that you’re thinking of Bart that way.”

“I ... I...”

“It’s alright, Casey,” she says, putting her hand on his. “I know you love me. And I know you crave something that I cannot give you, even if you just want to see what it’s like once. We’ll break through that barrier before this little vacation is over and then we’ll be married, living our lives that way we want to live them.”

“I ... I do want...”

“Let me tell you about my day,” Jessica quickly continues. “Rosemary is quite that girl. She’s smart, and well beyond her years. Not only does she look like a grown woman, but she talks and acts like one. It’s uncanny how society labels young girls are innocent and unable to make informed decisions about themselves.”

“I agree,” he says, feeling that there is something else at play here. Knowing Jessica, and this trip, there is.

“I tell you,” Jessica goes on, seemingly unhindered by his comment. “I didn’t think it would happen here with me, but I swear there was electricity between us today.”

“Well, that’s great that you’re making friends,” Casey says, yet he still has a somewhat perplexed look on his face.

“No seriously,” she puffs. “I am telling you that there is a real connection with Rosemary. I would take her to bed right now if I could.”

Casey has never known of Jessica to speak like this. She has never shown signs of wanting to sleep with a girl. He would think of her as a lesbian or bi-sexual or any of those silly little labels. He grins, more to himself at how he is beginning to think like Jessica. “Tell me about her,” he says, the words spilling from his mouth before he has a chance to really think of what to say.

Jessica slips to the back porch, which has an amazing view of the setting sun and begins to explain how the day went. How they rode through the countryside, over trails and through the canyon. She tells him of how close they got when they stopped to water the horses. How she felt that at any minute they could have just gotten naked and fucked. And it is during this time that her shirt is lifted over her head. With no bra to hinder him, Casey’s hands, ever so lightly, run over her back, up under her arms to gently squeeze her breasts. Applying pressure to her nipple, she leans back and immediately is aware of his shirtless chest. Moving her hair from her neck, Casey kisses her ear softly, his hands moving down to unzip her jeans.

Her earlobe is now being sucked and his hands push my jeans down over her ass. His erection pokes at her ass and he offers that this night needs more than just pussy. Tonight he needs her ass. It is clear that setting him up to work with Bart has cracked that door open to his deepest desires just a little more. It is more than obvious that Bart’s strong, muscular body turned him on just a little more than he wants to admit to her right now. Turning, they kiss as their hands roam over each other, their passion building.

“I thought you wanted to hear about Rosemary,” Jessica whispers in a husky voice, betraying the need that is building.

“Oh, I do,” Casey agrees. “Right now though, I need my girlfriend to give me her ass. Then we can talk.”

His need is apparent and the pressure on her breasts has increased. For him to desire her ass above anything else means that this place, and her prescribed treatment, is working. His cock is already calling for her and Jessica. She moves down to suck on his nipples before dropping to her knees. He grabs her hair and leans into her waiting mouth. Only two strokes happen before he lifts her up and they slip over to the hot tub at the end of the porch.

It doesn’t matter that the tub is on the back porch. It’s private, but even if it wasn’t, Casey is over his fear of being caught fucking in public. He doesn’t care if someone watches them, not anymore. He helps Jessica into the tub and the hot water instantly relaxes every muscle—all except her pussy. He slides in behind her and Jessica floats in his arms while he holds her still by her breasts, rubbing her nipple while again kissing her neck.