Casey had a date planned. She was dressed up to the nines; her long, dark hair was clipped up in a twist at the back of her neck and she was showing off her legs in a red mini skirt ensemble with a white blouse. She clutched her bag in one hand and applied her lipstick in front of the mirror with the other before stepping out of the house and into her newly washed car.
The drive to the restaurant took less time than she expected so she waited in her car for a few more minutes. Casey glanced once more at her reflection before teetering nervously out of her vehicle and heading over to the restaurant entrance. A man dressed in a black suit greeted her and lead her to her reserved table for two, in a secluded corner next to a window that overlooked a river.
"Can I get you anything to drink, Madam?" The man enquired politely, holding a notepad in front of him.
"Just a water, please." She replied and the man nodded his head and went off to get her drink. She licked her lips in anticipation of her date's arrival and greedily snatched the glass out of the waiter's hand when he returned. She took a long sip and slumped back in the chair that faced the doorway so as not to miss her expected date.
Time seemed to pass slowly as she waited; every time the door opened she would jump and sit up straight, but then, on realising it wasn't anyone she knew, would return to her relaxed position. After three more glasses of water, Casey pulled her phone out of her clutch bag and peered at the time.
It was twenty seven minutes past seven exactly. They had arranged to meet at seven o'clock. I'll give him a little more time, Casey thought to herself as she began to worry about where he was. Ten more minutes passed and there was still no sign of him. Suddenly, her phone began to ring and she flicked up the lid.
"Hello?" She answered.
"Hi Casey! Its Simon here. Are you up to much?" Casey's head rolled forward into her hands and she begin to wipe a few tears away from her eyes as the realisation that she had been stood up dawned on her.
"No, nothing at all!" She snapped back.
"Hey! What's up?" She could hear the concern in his voice but she said nothing in case her voice would give her away and she would begin to blubber down the phone to him. "Casey?" He asked again. "Casey, come to my place as soon as you can, I'll cheer you up." With that, Casey ended the call and stormed angrily out the restaurant, past the many happy couples that she hadn't noticed on her way in but that now seemed to draw her attention.
Once she was in her car, she kicked off her heels and shoved them in the passenger foot well. She unclipped her hair and it fell in tender ringlets around her shoulders and face. Then she began to cry. Mascara dripped down her cheeks in trails but she couldn't care less. She stomped her foot on the accelerator pedal and sped her way to Simon's house.
Simon was Casey's best friend. They had known each other for so long that she couldn't care less what he thought of the way she dressed or looked. They were such good friends that Casey didn't bother knocking and marched her way in.
Simon was stood at one end of the hallway with a glass in each of his hands. When he saw the state she was in, he placed them down on the desk to his left and opened his arms and walked over to her. Casey pressed her arms to his chest and Simon held her to him. Both of his hands were now resting on her back, one slightly higher than the other.
He rested his chin on the top of her head and kissed her forehead gently when she looked up. He smiled down at her, removing one hand from her back momentarily to brush away a strand of blond floppy hair from his face.
Casey sighed and nuzzled her face into his neck. Simon breathed her scent in deeply. He had always loved Casey but had never told her. Ever since they were ten years old and they had their first camping trip together and he'd slept in the sleeping bag next to her, he'd loved her. This was when he first memorised the contours of her face, counted the freckles on her nose and entranced himself with the curve of her lips.
Without hesitation, his right hand began to slip up the back of her top to stroke the small of her back. His hand was pressed against the waistband of her skirt and his thumb kept moving up and down against her smooth, pale skin. She froze against him and he continued to stroke her, he glanced down at her and caught her eye and abruptly pressed his lips to hers.
At first she was a little taken aback but then it began to feel natural to her and she willingly pressed her lips to his. He nibbled hungrily at her bottom lip and let his hands slide down to her ass, which he used to push her against his body. One hand began to wind in her hair and the other remained on one ass cheek. He abruptly pulled her hair back so her face was pulled up to look at him. He smirked his dazzling half smile and gave a throaty growl as his head twisted to nibble her ear lobe and softly caress the rest of her ear with his tongue.
He left a trail of hot kisses down her jawline and down her neck. He sunk his teeth softly into her skin and she gasped at the intense mixture of pain and pleasure. His hand left her ass and slid up the front of her body feeling her body shiver under his fingertips till he got to her chest. Why hadn't he realised she wasn't wearing a bra? His cold fingers ran gently over her hardening nipples and he squeezed and massaged the mounds of flesh softly.
Casey felt her knees go weak and began to shake but Simon was there to look after her. He pressed her against the wall, one of her legs between his to keep her up, the pressure on her crotch heightening the experience. She felt his weight against her body and began to breathe heavily, feeling her body go warm between her legs. Casey swallowed hard as Simon's fingers left her body and hair and swapped to be either side of her head, palms against the wall.
"Undo your blouse." He growled. Casey looked into his eyes and saw the lust that sparkled there and did as she was told. Simon on the other hand was uncontrollably turned on and was trying to look anywhere else other than her chest as it was slowly revealed, button by button. Once all the buttons were undone he commanded her to take it off. Casey was still pressed tightly between the wall and his body and so wriggled it off her shoulders the best way she could; Simon didn't slacken his control over her at any time.
Simon took a second to take in her 36DD chest; her small, pink nipples were surrounded by the smoothest circle of skin. Hastily, he kissed her left nipple and tasted it, circling it with his tongue. Casey whimpered. He removed his hands from beside her head and ran his fingers up her sides gripping her flesh in his hands as he suckled like a child on her tits.
His thigh began to rub up and down her crotch and she responded by rocking her hips forwards and backwards so that her pussy would grind against him. Her cries became soft mewls and he lowered his knee slowly and raised his head from her breasts.
She groaned in disappointment and he did his signature smile at her and she ran a finger along the outline of his face. Simon moved his head and took hold of her finger between his lips and she giggled and he snarled. He took hold of her hand and was about to lead her upstairs when Casey's phone went off.
