(This is part 2 of Cass and Nathan's story. Though this story will make sense and stands alone without part 1, I think that it would be better enjoyed after reading part 1 Whatever you decide, I hope you enjoy!)
May I, Please?
I have lived in Seattle for 2 years now. I'm a third year college student, trying to get my bachelor's degree in physics. My life had always been pretty simple, but that was before I met Cass. We met in the apartment building I still live in, the summer before my freshman year. She and I became friends after a chance meeting in the laundry room.
But to truly understand our story, we'll have to go back a couple of years, to a night in the Fall of my freshman year..
It was the second week of classes and life was a bit hectic. I didn't have many friends yet, aside from the hot, insatiable 18 year old girl that used to live upstairs. We'd had one hot steamy night a month and a half ago, in which she masturbated in front of me, and had her very first orgasm. If that wasn't enough to keep a guy interested, I don't know what was.
It was a cold, rainy, Friday night – in other words a typical Seattle night. Anyway, I was coming home from studying in the library, drenched in rain and completely exhausted. I walked over to the elevator and punched the button to go upstairs. I heard the familiar ding, and waited, somewhat impatiently. I clambered into the elevator and punched the number 9 for my floor. "Finally," I thought. "Warmth and comfort and a bed."
The elevator stopped at my floor, and I exited and walked to my door.
The room was a bit chilly when I entered, but still as comfortable as I'd left it 15 hours ago. I stripped down to my boxers and climbed into my bed. Thoughts of my gorgeous neighbor flooded my mind. She was unbelievable. She had the darkest hair I'd ever seen naturally on a girl that pale. She wore it long and curly, and it always smelled of fresh flowers. Her name was Cassidy, or Cass, as she preferred to be called.
She'd moved out of her apartment 2 days before classes started to live in a dorm. I hadn't seen much of her in the past three weeks because between packing and moving and adjusting to campus life, she'd been busy. I'd called her a few times, but had gotten the feeling she was avoiding me.
I lay staring up at my ceiling, suddenly unable to sleep. Cass and I had developed a "friends with benefits" relationship over the summer but we hadn't gone farther than mutual masturbation and making out. The closest I had got to touching her during one of our sessions was the first night when I told her to get on all fours and spread her ass so that I could blow my load all over her asshole. My dick stirred in my pants at the memory.
I leaned over the bed and onto the floor and dragged the pants I'd just removed closer to the bed, so I could grab my cell phone. I debated texting Cass, to see if she wanted to come over, but that sounded cheap. Maybe I could see if she wanted to hang out tomorrow. "Blah." I said aloud.
Giving up, I tossed my phone onto the pillow next to me and tried to sleep.
I awoke at 3:00AM, to the sound of my doorbell. I pulled a shirt over my head and stumbled to the door. I opened it to the sight of a short, petite, black haired girl. Cass. She was dressed in tight pajama pants and a white thin strap tank top, and she was completely drenched. I could see her perfect nipples through the thin fabric of the shirt. I felt a jerk in my boxers and tried to stand in a different position, to mask it.
She smiled as I yawned and said "Sorry to wake you.. I couldn't sleep.. You wouldn't believe the sound the rain makes on those old dorm roofs."
I waved her in and closed the door. "Don't you own an umbrella, Cass? You're completely soaked. Let me get you some warm clothes."
I walked into my room and grabbed a white undershirt and a pair of my basketball shorts. I stepped out of my room to find Cass shivering in the middle of my living room. I handed her the clothes and she put them on. They swallowed her whole, of course.
"Do you want to come lay in my bed? I'm kind of beat."
She smiled and said "Sure."
I stripped off the shirt I'd put on to answer the door and flopped down on the bed, and she lay beside me. I didn't know what the protocol was here. Did I hold her? Did we make out? I decided to let her call the shots. A minute or so later, Cass had scooted over and laid her head on my chest and had begun to lazily trace her fingers over the hair on my stomach.
She kissed my chest and slowly inched her hand lower, until she found the waistband of my boxers. She tugged them gently, and I lifted my hips and obliged. Her hand found my cock almost immediately, and started massaging it, slowly. By now, I was almost completely hard, which is how I usually responded to a few moments like this with Cass.
I didn't know what she was playing at. We'd never actually been like this, together in a bed. Most of our encounters had been on the couch in my living room, and even then, we'd just masturbate together, or simply make out.
She got out of bed and slid her shorts down, revealing a black and white polka dot thong. She slid into bed next to me, but instead of lying back down on her side, she slid her thigh over my crotch and sat down on my lap. What was she doing? We had never gone this far. I tried to remain calm.
"Cass..." I started, but she put her hand to her mouth and said "shhhh," and smiled.
She started grinding her pelvis on my cock and I could feel that she was already wet through her thong. God, that felt good. I wanted to rip that small piece of fabric off her perfect little ass and take her right here. It took everything I had in my body to just lay perfectly still and see what her endgame was. She pulled the shirt over her head and her perky naked breasts bounced in my face.
I slid my hands to her hips, with my fingertips grasping her ass, and she leaned forward to kiss me. Her tongue tasted like warm cherries. It was intoxicating. She put her hands on my chest and grinned malevolently, then brought her mouth down to my stomach and began kissing, leaving a trail from my abdomen to my chest. She traced the tip of her tongue up to my neck, and I could barely contain myself. My grip on her ass tightened, and she let out a soft giggle. She stopped and I felt her breath, quick and hectic, close to my ear.
"Do you want me, Nathan?"
She moaned her familiar moan, while I grunted and tightened my grip on her tight little ass. The only syllables I was able to form were guttural, but I somehow managed to choke out "yes."
She shook her head and bit my earlobe. She plopped herself down beside me, pulled the comforter over us both, turned her ass towards me and fell asleep.
As much as I liked this girl, all that was running through my head right now was "fucking cock tease." I went to my bathroom to finish myself off, then came back to bed and fell asleep.
***
The next morning, Cass played coy and innocent, and said she had to go to the library to do homework, and she'd be back over that afternoon.
I busied myself all day with cleaning around the apartment, taking a shower, and catching up on reading for my intro to ethics class. At 5:30, I heard a knock at my door. I answered it to find Cass, standing in tight white shorts that barely covered her ass, a tight black thin strapped tank top, knee high multicolored striped socks, and black sneakers. Her hair was misty and frizzy from the weather out. She was holding a pizza and two restaurant cups of soda. She grinned when she saw me practically ogling her cleavage.
"Are you going to invite me in?" she asked, playfully.
I moved to one side and allowed her in.
"Aren't you cold in that?" I asked.
"Not really, I'm used to Rhode Island winters, and this doesn't even compare."
She plopped down on the couch, kicked off her shoes, and took a slice of pizza. "Want one?" She held out one for me.
I took the pizza from her and chewed slowly, wondering how this night was going to go. I sat down beside her and this seemed to be an invitation for her to climb into my lap. God, I hoped she didn't get me hot and bothered and then just stop and go to sleep.
We started making out few minutes later and she tossed her top behind my couch. I smoothed my hands across her naked breasts and cupped them firmly in my palms. I could hear her breath quicken and her kisses became slightly more urgent, but I didn't reciprocate; tonight I wanted to call the shots. I gently pinched her left nipple between my thumb and forefinger and she pulled her mouth away from mine and moaned. I bent my head down and pulled the other nipple into my mouth and sucked on it and felt her hand reach up to my head and grab a handful of my hair.
I licked a trail from her tits to her throat and felt her grinding against my cock. It was rock solid by now. I knew Cass's weaknesses. She liked to be controlled 99% of the time, and I knew just how to do it.
I slid my fingertips gently up and down her back, while kissing and sucking and tugging on her breasts with my mouth. She moaned loudly and leaned closer into me. It took all I had in me to be patient and take it slow, because I was still unsure of how far she wanted to take this, and I wanted to make sure I teased and tortured her properly for what she'd done last night.
She whimpered into my ear and pulled her body closer to me, her crotch pressing against my abdomen. I placed my hand on her hip and firmly but slowly moved her back to where she'd been sitting a few moments ago, and heard her whimper as her pussy came in contact with my cock. She stood from my lap, pushed down her shorts and white thong, and disappeared into my room. I quickly discarded all of my clothing and followed her.
I found her lying in the middle of my bed, quickly stroking her clit. I immediately removed her hand and said "you know better than that, Cass.."
