A John and Cassie Story
It was Friday. Cassie was tired. Bone tired. It had been a difficult week. She worked in a commission only sales position and the pressure was always on. With the sluggish economy, business was tough. She worked hard through the week and always looked forward to the weekends. It was a time for her and John to get together and relax and enjoy each other's company.
As she drove home, Cassie thought about John. He had been her friend, lover and companion for over five years. They had shared a lot together. The intimate connections, physical, emotional and cognitive had forged a special bond between them.
Cassie knew that John would be waiting for her as she dove home. It was the first Friday of the month β Poker Night β Ladies Poker Night.
John had been an avid poker player since he was a little boy. Grandson of a river boat gambler, a love of cards seemed to run in his blood. With his keen math ability, his sharp mind and his acute ability to observe and interpret the behavior of people, John was a natural at cards.
He had taught Cassie to play and had become a willing and eager teacher when she decided to host a monthly poker game for her girlfriends.
And so on the first Friday of every month, John acted as dealer and bartender for Cassie and her girlfriends as they enjoyed their monthly poker night.
Cassie made the quick trip home, knowing that she was late and hoping that John had things in order for the game. They had spoken earlier in the day and Cassie had told John than she might be late in getting home because of a late conference call with a client. John had assured her not to worry; to take care of business at the office and that he would arrive early to her house and get the wheels in motion for the game.
John had made the commitment to drive down to Cassie for these monthly games, because truth to be told he really enjoyed it. He had patiently taught a select group of Cassie's closest friend to play several different kinds of poker. And although Cassie had invested in the chips and cards, the ladies never seemed interested in dealing and really keeping track of the blinds and the scoring. So even after the initial lessons, John had settled into the role of dealer. He often thought that the ladies forgot he was there as they were playing. And that was alright with John. He was content to sit back and deal, remind them occasionally of the size of the blind and how the bets were running. But most of the time he kept silent and watched and listened. And each poker night, the ladies always surprised him.
John was a keen observer of people and had always loved the ladies. He had many close women friends and really enjoyed the female ways. Watching this close group of smart, articulate and beautiful women interact with each other was always a treat.
Cassie slid her key into the door and before she could even turn the lock, the door opened. John was there with a big smile on his face and a glass of wine in his hand.
"Hey killer," he said softly, "Tough day?"
"Oh John, you don't know the half of it."
He put the glass down on the teacart by the door and said "Well, not to worry now. Everything is ready for your game. The poker table is set and ready to go. I've got a couple of bottles of wine chilling and some goodies set out on the island for you girls to nibble on."
She sighed and looked up into his beautiful green eyes. "Oh John that's great. How can I ever thank you."
"I'm sure you'll find a way," John said as he helped her slip off her coat.
As John hung up her coat, Cassie took the glass of wine from the teacart where John had set it and walked back through the house to the kitchen.
True to his word, the dinning room table has been transformed into a poker table to rival Vegas and the kitchen island was filled with an assortment of delicious looking treats.
Before Cassie had a chance to collapse onto the sofa, John was behind her. He reached for her and pulled her body toward his. She allowed herself to lean back into him trusting that he would hold her up. He always did. His right arm reached around her and gently began to caress her left breast. His left hand settled onto the soft roundness of her tummy. His big hand spread and firmly pulled her back tightly against him. Cassie could feel John's breath against her neck and soon his lips began tracing their way gently down the slope of her neck. The loose fitting silk sweater that she had worn to the office, slid down exposing a naked shoulder. John's lips and tongue danced lazily along the softness of her skin and Cassie moaned. She turned her head to the side and soon his mouth was making its way up to hers. Their mouths met. His lips were soft and gentle as he kissed her. His hands continued to explore her body. One hand gently massaging her breast, the other was moving slowly to the warmth that was already radiating between her legs.
As Cassie allowed herself to really begin to relax, she could feel the hot, hardness of John's erection pressing against her bottom. He pushed himself gently into her backside. She knew that he wanted her to feel the painful and obvious expression of his desire for her.
She slowly turned in his arms until she faced him. For just a moment she looked deeply into his green eyes and took in all that this man meant to her. Then she closed her eyes and her mouth found his again. Their kisses were becoming deeper and more insistent. The softness of their lips had yielded to the strong and deep penetration of their tongues. They danced a dance of old, exploring the deepest recesses each of the other's mouths. Her fingers laced in and out of his thick salt and pepper hair. John's hands were cupping her bottom now. With a hand firmly grasping each cheek, he pulled her to him and pushed the rock hard shaft of his penis against her. She could feel the heat through his jeans and her skirt.
How could this man turn her on so effortlessly, so quickly?
Easy, she thought. John was the best lover that Cassie had ever had. And the biggest reason was that John understood that desire begins in the mind. John's constant verbal
foreplay put Cassie in a perpetual state of desire for him.
Their mouths continued to connect them until the sound of the doorbell broke the spell. The ladies were beginning to arrive.
"Sit down and relax, Cassie. I'll get the door." John grabbed for his favorite apron and was tying it behind himself as he walked to the door.
I wonder if he thinks that will hide that monstrous erection, Cassie thought as she sipped her wine.
A few minutes later, John walked into the kitchen with Diana and Christin. He poured her friends drinks as they each curled up onto the comfy couch and began talking to Cassie. As usual, when the ladies began to arrive, their focus was on each other and John melted into the background.
John kept the wine glasses filled and served the goodies, as the ladies chatted and caught up with each other. They all looked forward to this monthly evening together. John had long since realized that for the ladies, this was much more about getting together to talk than it was about playing poker. Oh they enjoyed the game and some of them were quite good at it. They seemed to be able to multi-task better than his buddies. The ladies sat at the poker table, played their hands well, reading each other and the cards with effortless ease, while all the while keeping up several ongoing conversations about their lives.
Soon Sally, Laura, Marilyn and Betsy joined the group. Julie wasn't able to join them tonight because of a commitment at school with her girls. But that was OK, as Cassie's new friend Teresa was joining the group.
Finally, with all the ladies present and initial exchanges made, John suggested that they move to the table to start the game. He knew that left to their own devices, they would sit on the comfy couch for hours and just talk. But he was here to host a poker game he thought, so, he should get them going.