Thanks to Stubby for proof and Roxy for research and input
*
"You didn't record?"
"No! I thought you were there! Wh-what was the last thing you saw?" Cass asked frantically.
I had just learned that after I had left, they had gone on for a while. And when I say a while, I mean all night long of fucking and sucking. Even... more breeding. I felt disgusted from thinking like that, but also so aroused. But also, Cass had known I was watching for some of it. Neither of us really lingered on that, as we both thought that little part was hot. Hell, all of it was hot. I just wish I'd been able to see more of it.
"You rimming Neil," I muttered.
We were sitting on the sofa in our living room. It was the Sunday after Cass and Neil had fucked all night. Cass took hold of my hands.
"If I'd known you left..."
"Well... that's what we get for trying to play secrets," I said.
Maybe she actually would've recorded if she knew I wasn't there? At first I thought she had acted like she did because I hadn't been there. But maybe it was the opposite, that Cass had acted like a total degenerate because I actually was there, and she thought I'd be there the whole night. Giving her permission. Or maybe she would've acted like she did regardless of whether I was there or not. I would never know.
"I guess you're right. From now on, I swear on everything that is holy, no more secrets from me," Cass said, meeting my eyes.
"Same as me. I... just wanted to watch so bad. See you in action. I was thinking with the wrong head, as they say."
"That you did. And perhaps I was, too. But I'll record more, and hell maybe we can stick you in the closet without Neil knowing," Cass said, smirking slightly. Yeah, it was a serious conversation about where we were at, but we knew what we both wanted.
"So you're not mad that Neil fucked me bareback, breeding my poor unprotected womb?" Cass asked, putting extra stank on it.
"Jesus. Not when you put it like that!" I said. We both chuckled. "I just wished I could see more of it, is all."
A silence fell upon us, as we sat there musing for a few pregnant moments.
"I told him that I wanted to end it, by the way," Cass said.
"Think he'll listen?"
"Doubt it. But we have until the wedding, though. And I sort of told him, erh, that I wanted him on the wedding night... Like we talked about."
"But it was all in the moment, I don't know how smart it would be. We're ending it then, after all. After the wedding."
"Yeah? So we're ending it?" I asked, starting to feel my own arousal grow a bit as we started about new adventures. "Would it be so bad continuing the fantasy?"
Cass looked at me with sympathy, but I knew what she thought about it. And surely she had thought about it more than I had.
"I think we need a hard cut. There's a terrible and vile ending floating out there somewhere if we don't end it on our terms," Cass began. "Every time we try this fantasy it gets worse. I fall deeper into Neil's clutches. And I need to get out. Or we're lost. It's that simple. I will never love him. I don't. There's no part of me that wants him. Other than the obvious. Which is why I want to stop after the wedding. I don't like the road we're heading on if we don't."
*
It felt like I was walking the apocalypse. Monday morning, I was a shell of myself. Exhausted and utterly drained. Probably walking slightly funny. Cass was too sore for intercourse, but Cass was by now an expert at getting me off in more than one way. Cass had gone through in great, harrowing detail about their night for most of our Sunday. Replaying their adventure for me, making me climax over and over. Cass just had her way of telling a story. Though, sometimes it felt like she was telling it more for her own reliving of it than for my pleasure. But knowing Cass, she played her cards to both our advantage. She was the smart one, after all.
But why even bring up a regular Monday? Other than my endless contemplation and reflection? Well, it was as I was leaving work that day, when I once again saw Plumber Dan's Mini Morris outside of my office building. I hadn't seen him since the football game, but for some reason, Dan had seemed to take a liking to me. While he started our game by being rough, he seemed to do it because he wanted to chit chat.
"AYOOO! It's the boss man!" Plumber Dan roared from his window. "Get the fuck over here, you sleazy bastard!"
I shrugged my shoulders and headed over. Why not? Maybe he was just a guy who had met someone he wanted to hang out with more. Though he gave me the creeps sometimes.
"What up?" I asked as I slumped into his car.
"Nathin' much," Plumber Dan said. "So. Jen. She alright?"
"Jen?" I asked, slightly confused.
"The secretary?"
"None other."
"She... is... alright?" Where was this going?
"Ait. Well, I was wondering. I was fixing some shit pipes at your neighbor's the other day, and ayo, wouldn't ya know. I think I saw some strange park in your driveway."
"You know where I live?"
"So I was thinking, who the fuck is this guy visiting my main man Isaac's broad when I clearly saw him left the buildin' just a minute ago? I mean, you had somethin' to do, but surely this dude would fuck off soon after, right? I'm not sayin' nothin', but I think there's a guy in your life trying to pull a fast one on ya."
I blinked a few times. This was getting out of hand. To have our mutual fantasy as a dangerous game was one thing, but when friends and 'friends' start to notice... well maybe it
was
time to call it quits. Especially, if said friends were trying to look out for me. Might end bad.
"Erh. I don't think it will be a problem. Cass is loyal, and not a girl you want to put in a corner," I said, rubbing my neck, trying to maneuver myself through this.
"Yeah, that what I'm thinkin'. But ya know, just wanted you to know, alright?" Dan said, slapping my shoulder. He had to lean back to do it, as the car was way too small for him.
