One week after she left her favorite city of the tour, Boston, Carrie Underwood sat in her hotel room after another performance. Now in Philadelphia, she was exhausted after a long performance at the Wells Fargo Center. The crowd had been so energetic that she treated them to a half hour encore performance, making this the longest show of the tour she had done. The whole time on stage, tonight and every night over the past week, her mind had been focused on a person she had gotten very close to while in Boston... no, not Jed... not Mike either... she was thinking about Cassadee Pope.
That night in Boston, to Carrie, was a million times better than her first experience years earlier for the simple fact that she was able to play a sexy prank that led to a fantastic night for three other people. The twinkle in Cassadee's eyes as they all were leaving was burned into Carrie's memory while also causing a burning sensation elsewhere. The entire night while Carrie was in bed with Mike, she was imagining Cassadee between her legs. She imagined Cassadee sticking a dildo in her. She imagined Cassadee holding her close as they slept. She did not want to be with Mike that night, she wanted to be with her opener.
As Carrie sat in her hotel room relaxing, down the hall Cassadee was walking out of her own hotel room. She was wearing a long red coat, long black boots and a black and white cotton beanie, as it was a very cold night in the Pennsylvania city. As she started downstairs, she received a phone call.
"Hello?" she answered. "Hey Tom, I'm just heading out for the bar... wait, what? What do you mean you don't feel like it!? We've been planning this for weeks, I'm only here for another day... well fuck you then!" she screamed as she shut the phone off and stormed back to her room.
Cassadee was about to open the door and angrily stomp her way back in when she looked over her shoulder and saw the door to Carrie's hotel room. The two had not really spoke much since the Boston incident and she thought that her blonde mentor was mad that she had gotten to spend that night with Jed. Cassadee took a deep breath and headed over to the blonde's door, knocking softly. Seconds later, Carrie opened the door wearing a long tanktop and, to Cassadee's eyes, nothing more.
"Hey Cass, what's up?" she asked.
"I just wanted to see if you were up to anything at the moment?" Cassadee asked.
"No, just watching TV," she responded as she looked her opener up and down. "Going out? You look really cute in that."
"Thanks. I was going out but I got cancelled on," she explained. "I was really looking forward to a good long night with my friend Tom."
"'Good long night'? I think you can tell me what you mean... you were ready to get fucked tonight, am I right?" Carrie asked as Cassadee slowly nodded her head. "When was the last time you got any?"
"Boston," Cassadee softly responded.
"Me too," Carrie said with a smile. "I've been thinking about Boston a lot today. In fact I just got done 'thinking' about it about twenty minutes ago," she said with a wink.
"Thinking about Jed?" Cassadee asked, which was met with a shake of the head. "Oh of course, Mike," she confidently said as she was met again with a shake of the head. "Then who?"
Without answering, Carrie grabbed Cassadee's hand and slowly pulled her into the room. She quickly locked the door and turned around.
"I was thinking about you, you naïve little cutie," she said as she stepped forward and planted a deep kiss on the younger woman.
Cassadee was shocked at first but as she felt Carrie's soft tongue twirling around in her mouth, she quickly relaxed and started to kiss back. Their tongues twisted around each other as their moist lips locked tightly together. Once they broke away, Cassadee had a look of surprise on her face.
"Didn't see that coming?" Carrie asked. "You let me sniff your fingers after you rubbed yourself in Boston and you weren't expecting a kiss?"
"I... I thought you were mad at me," Cassadee said.
"Why would you think that, sweetheart?" Carrie responded.
"You haven't really talked to me since then... and I took Jed to the hotel room, I thought you thought I stole him away," she explained, still looking surprised.
"I've just been busy Cass, I could never be mad at you," she said as she grabbed the shocked girl by the hand and sat her down on the bed next her. "I've been thinking about you since that night," she continued as she raised her fingers to Cassadee's nose. "Can you guess what I did?"
Cassadee giggled as she smelled Carrie's hand, remembering that she had said the exact same thing in Boston. Taking a deep whiff, she inhaled the sweet scent of Carrie's vaginal juices. She grabbed hold of her hand and pulled the fingers into her mouth before slowly sucking every last molecule off of her. She felt Carrie's other hand begin to massage her soft boots, sliding them up under her coat. Feeling an odd fabric covering her crotch, Carrie slowly pulled out.
"What are you wearing under there?" she asked. "It felt leathery."
Cassadee pulled Carrie's fingers out of her mouth and stood up in front of her. Slowly, she unbuttoned each of the twelve buttons on her coat from top to bottom. She pulled the coat open and smiled wide as Carrie saw the slutty black leather bra, corset and panties she had been wearing.
"You really were looking to get fucked tonight!" Carrie exclaimed as she stared at the sexy outfit being modeled in front of her.
