Cassie made a resolution over the weekend. 'Just stop thinking about it' she kept telling herself as settled down to work in her familiar office on Monday, stop thinking about this new unfamiliar person who had pushed her way into the forefront of her being.
The only problem was that passionate persona was always there and the more she tried to forget her the more she insisted on being acknowledged. Even at work the nympho in herself wouldn't be ignored. That moment in life-class when the model's dripping twat teased her tongue so temptingly just wouldn't disappear, it haunted her heavenly.
She dawdled over her drawing table reflecting on her predicaments. Lisa seemed to sense her preoccupations, and every time they looked at each other there was this sudden jolt of tension between them. Lisa's face would go soft whenever her eyes caught Cassie's and Cassie would feel her own belly tighten with excitement, and her palms dampen, and her breath catch in her throat.
And always there was Scotty and Freddie to rouse those sensations of that crazy fantastic Friday fuck with Rico and Ed raising the anticipations of the next time she would find herself in another threesome with a couple of hunks like Bart and David. When she was alone in her apartment after her bath she found herself staring at her image in the mirror. Looking at her body the way others had looked at her when she was naked in front of them. She posed for herself, and found a new fascination with her own body. She fondled her breasts, cupping them in her hands, squeezing them and lifting them the way Margo and Denise and Lisa had, the way Leo had, the way Connors had, the way Scotty and Bart and David and Jeff and Rico and Ed, all had. She loved her nipples.
When she settled back in her couch and looked at herself in her mirror she could see what they saw, and feel what they felt when they touched her. She could feel in her own hands the pleasure of touching a woman in that special way, of adoring her in the way she herself had adored touching Margo's and Denise's and Lisa's breasts. And not only could she feel what they felt but she could feel what she felt in herself.
There was a whole new pleasure and wonder as she spread her legs and stared at her own sex, at the slim bulge of her clitoris pushing its way down between her labia. With her hand-mirror she stared at the dark opening of her vagina and the pale pucker of her anus beneath it, marveling at her capacity to accept the huge cocks that had penetrated them both and had filled her with such pleasure, to say nothing of the utter delight she had experienced when Margo and Lisa and Denise had laved their tongues and fingers into her depths.
She would look at herself for many long minutes before she began her masturbations, and then even as she fingered herself into orgasm find more pleasures just in the sight of her shadowed vulva and the thought of the known tongues and cocks that had pleasured themselves with her pussy lips and the tight tunnel of her vagina, and the unknown ones to come. When she readied herself for bed at night she undressed slowly, staring at herself in the mirror as she dropped her bra from her breasts and pulled her panties off over her legs. She luxuriated in the sight of her own nipples and the rich swollen folds of her sex, and she could see and appreciate her own beauty and what her lovers had found so delightful about her body.
Memories of the way Margo and Denise and Lisa had caressed her charms with their quick tongues and soft mouths washed over her and mingled with the sensations of the men whose rough faces and hard cocks she had known between her thighs. She would spend hours at night recalling the feel of Margo's sensuous tongue, and Leo's hungry mouth, working its way between her labia to the tight tunnel of her vagina and up to the glorious ridge of her clitoris.
She posed so she could look at the way her luscious smooth round buttocks lifted and parted so that the full folds her sex could be glimpsed between her cheeks. This was a view she had not imagined before. She had not realized how inviting a women's sex looked in that aspect. But now she knew how tempting it was.
It was no wonder that a man would be mad to thrust his cock between those juicy wet folds of hers or that a woman might be wild to bury her face between her cheeks and lick to distraction. And then when she had done all those things and every sense was heightened to fullest she would lie back and touch her vulva.
She loved to close her eyes, spread her labia with her hand, and cuddle Teddy Bear over her nipples, rubbing him softly back and forth until her paps rose hard and tingling. Then her clit would swell under her fingers into a hard little ridge and she could stroke it until her juices would begin to run so that she could finger fuck herself into the ecstasies of fantasy time.
With a sigh of yearning Cassie returned from her musings to the familiar scene over her drawing board. Beyond the windows of her office the lake heaved under the wind like her musings. Just thinking about masturbating made her want to do it. She knew she was sex-obsessed and repression, her old standby, had failed her. And now self-pleasuring seemed only to heighten her need for fulfillment.
The more she masturbated the more she craved the real thing. She'd had a rich diet of sex in the past weeks since that first trick with Connors. The memories of the men and women she'd fucked only filled her with craving for more, and now thoughts of another woman filled her fantasies like the foam breaking on the waves before her.
She glimpsed her in every crowd and caught her gestures in the models in the agency when she wasn't wondering what it would be like to go down on the luscious dripping cunt of that creature who had posed before her in life-class.
She knew she was in a state, a state filled with craving and frustration, a state of confusion and bafflement. Cassie knew that Lisa was available; that all she would have to do is give in to the subtle overtures the woman was always offering her. But then a real affair with a woman at the agency would only lead to more complications than she really wanted to think about now, and besides Jeff would always be part of that equation.
She wondered if word of her escapades had gotten around, if there was gossip about the shoot with David and Bart? Lisa was discreet enough and Scotty had enough sense to keep his mouth shut too. He groped her whenever he could but that wasn't very often because they were rarely alone, and she didn't give into his requests for fucking because it wouldn't be long before everyone would know and then they would all be after her.
As for her Atherton weekends no one knew about that. But inwardly she was in perpetual heat and she didn't want it to show. She dressed her hair into a modest pony-tail, wore loose sweaters and slacks under her smock, and even hid her eyes behind sun-glasses. She was 'Marion the Librarian' with a terrific constant case of the hots and that Friday fuck with Rico and Ed had just kindled more heat, only this time she knew she wanted a woman.
Margo was always in the forefront of her thoughts, but like Lisa, Margo came with a man, Leo. Another fuck with both of them would be a delight. But what Cassie wondered would it be like to have a fuck with an unattached young woman who was totally in to girls on girls?
There were the lesbian bars of course. Was she too timid and inexperienced to venture into that scene? Cassie sighed and shrugged her shoulders helplessly as she turned back to her drawing board and submerged her libido in the work before her.
The light drained away from her windows at last and as the city lights heralded the evening she emerged from her work to face her cravings. It was dark when she left the building and as usual there was a cab idling at the curb. When she dropped into the seat she took a deep breath and muttered, "Anastasia's....it's on."
"I know where it is," the cabby answered. Cassie glanced into the mirror and caught the driver's eyes fixed on hers for a moment before they turned into the traffic. They rode in silence for a few minutes while Cassie absorbed the fact that beneath that cap and leather jacket her driver was a young woman.
"You go to Stasias often?" the driver threw back at her.
"No," Cassie replied . "This is my first time."
"Meeting friends?" the girl queried.
"I hope so." Cassie laughed rather too abruptly. "Is it nice?"
"It can be very nice...if you meet the right people."
