Big thanks to smidgeon for editing this whole series. I keep forgetting to say that, but she did was a huge help. I've done extensive revisions since then so any errors are mine.
It had been two days since he'd had a chance to really be alone with Cassie and Gabe was getting frustrated. He thought Aaron would be distracted with Shelly there, but apparently Aaron was using him as an excuse to not spend time alone with her. Normally he wouldn't have minded serving as his best friend's third wheel, and would have enjoyed the opportunity to bug the shit out of Aaron with off-color comments designed to embarrass him in front of his girlfriend, but this time Gabe he had other things he wanted to be doing.
Or one other thing.
It was a special kind of torture to be around Cassie and try to act like nothing had changed. Her enthusiastic response the other night had made quite an impression on him and ever since then his imagination had been working overtime. He couldn't seem to stop the flood of erotic thoughts and images that sprang into his mind every time he looked at her. Or hell, even thought about her. It felt like he was walking around with a permanent hard on. They'd snatched a few moments here and there and it had been hot as hell, but not nearly enough.
Yesterday morning he'd been disappointed to find that she'd already left the house by the time he dragged himself out of bed, but figured it was probably a good idea to keep his morning wood as far away from her as possible. At least as long as Aaron was in such close proximity.
While Shelly and Aaron sorted through the boxes she'd brought from his old apartment, Gabe took the opportunity to go home and spend the morning with his mom and the new boyfriend she'd been dying for him to meet. Jim seemed like a good guy. He was quiet and reserved and Gabe was struck with the gentleness and respect with which he treated his mother. It was nice to see her happy.
Later that day Aaron called and asked him if he wanted to go see a movie. Gabe had been both pleased and alarmed when they arrived to pick him up and Cassie was with them. The second he slid into the backseat next to her and she turned that sweet smile on him he knew he was in trouble.
She sat next to him in the theater and every time she'd run her fingers through her long hair he'd get whiffs of her pear-scented shampoo. That, combined with the fact that she kept crossing and uncrossing her legs making the swishy little skirt she had on ride up higher and higher, had him sliding sideways glances at her every few seconds. It was an exercise in self-control to keep from running his hand up her thigh to see whether she was as turned on as he was.
He got up to get popcorn halfway through the movie just to give himself a few minutes of relief and while he was waiting in line she came up behind him and grabbed his ass. It surprised the hell out of him and he didn't really take time to consider the wisdom of his actions before he took her hand and dragged her into a stall in the ladies room, ignoring her giggled protests. Her giggles died as he slid his hand up her skirt and he wasn't all that surprised to find that she was indeed just as turned on as he was.
The second his fingers made contact she moaned encouragement. He told her to prop her foot on the toilet seat, pushed her panties to the side and slid two fingers deep inside her. The way she clutched at his t-shirt and grunted softly with each thrust made him want to take it slow and make her beg for it, but he knew they didn't have time. They were pushing their luck as it was.
His thumb found her clit and within a few minutes he was pressing her face to his neck to muffle her cry as she came on his fingers. She whispered his name so sweetly afterward that it didn't bother him in the least that they didn't have time for her to return the favor. He did, however, make sure she was looking when he sucked his fingers clean and gave in to a sly grin as her face turned bright red. She was embarrassed, but he could tell by the fire in her eyes that it turned her on.
In the end, Gabe walked out of the theater unable to even name the movie that they'd gone to see. When they all went out to dinner together afterward he had to make a concerted effort to act normal. Fortunately it wasn't all that difficult given Shelly's tendency to dominate the conversation, constantly steering it back to herself in that insistent, whiny voice. There were a few lingering glances between he and Cassie, but if Aaron noticed them he would hopefully chalk them up to their obvious shared dislike of his girlfriend.
Later that night he took a cold shower, muttering frustrated curses as he stroked himself to one of the least satisfying orgasms of his entire life. He determined then and there that one way or the other he was going to have to get Cassie alone the next day if he didn't want his balls to shrivel up and fall off in protest.
Fortunately that turned out to be easier than he thought it would be. Shelly left early in the afternoon after a brief but heated argument about Aaron playing Call of Duty all morning. Gabe actually felt bad for her when the argument, and apparently their relationship, ended with Shelly tearfully declaring that Aaron's priorities were fucked up and Aaron nonchalantly informing her that they weren't going to change so if she felt that way she could go ahead and leave.
As soon as she was gone Aaron started calling around to find something to do that night. He got in touch with a couple of guys from his high school soccer team and they made plans to go hit some bars. Not having played soccer it wasn't suspicious when Gabe begged off for the night, secretly hoping Cassie would be free. His mom was going out with her boyfriend so he knew he'd have the place to himself until late that night.
He knew she was in the house, but he was trying to play it cool until he got a chance to talk to her alone. At first he pretended not to notice her walking past the open bedroom door, but the fourth time she passed by he couldn't help smiling to himself at her obvious attempt to get his attention.
Her sandals made a slapping noise as she went down the stairs and suddenly he had the powerful urge to go get a drink. He paused the video game he wasn't really playing and looked over at Aaron, who was absorbed in something on his laptop.
"I'm gonna get a drink, you want anything?"
"Yeah, grab me a coke."
He tried not to let himself get too worked up as he followed her down the stairs. With Aaron in the house he knew he couldn't really do anything, but he needed to talk to her; wanted to touch her.
She was bent over at the waist, digging in the bottom of a cabinet when he walked into the kitchen. Those same little khaki shorts from a few days ago were pulled tight across her ass and he caught himself making a growling noise when he noticed they were so short her underwear were peeking out of the bottom. She started to straighten up as he approached, but his hand made contact with her ass cheek before she quite managed it, the slap echoing through the kitchen.
"Ow! What the hell was that?" she asked, turning to face him, her eyebrows drawn together in irritation.
"That was for being a tease." He backed her up against the counter and pressed his body against hers.
Her face relaxed and he could see the glimmer of amusement in her eyes. "I have no idea what you're talking about."
"No? What were you looking for in that cabinet?"
"I, um..."
"Uh huh." His hand slid down her back to the cheek he'd just smacked, squeezing hard before drifting around the muscular curve of her ass to the crease at the top of her thigh. "You just wanted me to see how fine your ass looks in those sexy little shorts." His fingers followed the elastic of her underwear, the damp heat between her legs drawing them in like a moth to flame.
"Does it?" she asked, her voice going breathy and her eyes fluttering closed as he traced the outline of her outer lips through her panties.
"You know it does. And you knew it would make my dick hard even though you know there's not a damn thing I can do about it right now."
"Did it work?"
He tightened his hand, his finger pressing deeper into her slit as he pulled her hard against his body. She made a whimpering noise and grabbed his hips to steady herself.
"What do you think?" he asked, pressing the evidence against her belly.
