Note that all characters are over 18 and ALL sex is consensual. Enjoy!
Chapter 3
Later on Cassie found that sleep eluded her, uncertain if it was due to the wine she drank at the studio or that she just had the jitters. The apartment was deathly quiet, to the point that even the slightest sound would be discernible, annoying her even further. After what seemed like hours, she finally was drowsy enough to close her eyes and slip into a world of vivid dreams.
In the dream, rich colors seemed to swirl in waves in her peripheral vision and yet she found herself back at the studio, this time completely alone with the exhibits on the main floor. She saw a light under the steel doors leading back to Alinda's private collection, and heard what sounded like the light melodic voice of a woman, though she could not make out what she was saying at first.
"Cassandra," the voice whispered, coming from the other room and yet seemingly right next to her ear at the same time. Cassie frowned. No one called her that, and she never felt very fond of the formal way it sounded. This had to be a stranger, no one in her life
ever
addressed her in that fashion.
Movement appeared just to her left and a single white light highlighted the ornate ballerina sculpture that she had seen earlier. To her complete shock, the marble form began dancing, still clearly made of stone and yet somehow alive. Frozen to the spot in fear, she watched as the dancer spun on her toes, stepping more toward her direction.
Without making a sound, the stone hand reached out and stroked Cassie's face, which instead of feeling cold as it had earlier, it felt like a warm human hand on her left cheek. When the voice spoke to her again, the dancer vanished into a cloud of glitter that scattered about the floor.
"Cassandra," the strange voice whispered, "come to me, come near, don't be afraid, please..." This time the voice seemed to take on some kind of physical form, blowing through her hair like a breeze, moving along her face and down her body, making the hairs on her arms stand up. Inwardly, she felt that pull again, though this was more like a powerful urge that seemed to make her body disobey her mind, making her move toward the room behind the doors, the tug seemingly pulling from deep inside her.
The steel doors parted on their own and she stood in the doorway, as if waiting to be called again. Fortunately it was not long in coming and this time she saw movement several rows back. Before Cassie even had the thought to walk towards what she saw, she felt movement that brought her immediately before the semi-nude statue she had been so enamored of earlier, whose movements were like those of the ballerina, but somehow more fluid and real.
"Cassandra, so happy you came to see me. I've been waiting for you for a long time," the image said in an echoey voice that seemed to penetrate her very soul. Unlike earlier, her clothing was not still but swished around with every movement she made. In one swift motion, the statue stepped down to the floor, so close that she could feel breath on her face, which smelled of flowers and cinnamon.
When the image touched her face it was warm, much warmer than when she was touched earlier, making the statue smile, all of which seemed impossible. Cassie's eyes caught sight of the image's breast, which was swaying and quivering as if it was made of actual flesh. Involuntarily, her hand reached up and cupped the living stone breast, eliciting a pleasurable sigh from the statue. Instead of just a touch, she was caressing her breast, unable to stop herself.
The erotic statue leaned forward and caught Cassie lips with her own, giving her a sweet sensual kiss that she could do nothing but let happen. The kiss was softer and more sensual than anything she had experienced with the men she had been with, and was positively addictive. Cassie found her lips parting to invite the tongue inside, which it did eagerly, the hot surface of which swirled with her tongue in the most erotic dance.
Cassie's heart was pounding as she awoke unexpectedly, her body on fire, her mind spinning, breathing rapidly, feeling so disoriented that her hands were trembling.
'What the fuck?'
she said through the thick haze clouding her thoughts. With some difficulty, she forced her eyes open violently, trying to get her bearings and figure out where she was and what was going on.
Her stomach was in knots, trying to make sense of the dream, which had already begun to fade in her mind. Cassie had experienced a few dreams like that before, but this one was vivid and somewhat disturbing. She
knew
she was straight!
Cassie let out a long sigh and shook her head as if trying to dislodge the images and feelings, which had faded so much after a few minutes that she doubted it had happened at all. "Freaky." she muttered, getting dressed for the day, choosing a frilly white blouse that showed just a bit of cleavage, and paired with a medium length multicolored skirt. By the time she left for class, the entire incident had evaporated from her memories.
Olivia giggled as she heard the front door slam, a little too hard she thought, figuring that the experience of the previous evening had taken a toll on her. Watching Cassie's facial expressions and behavior had been quite telling and frankly was an enormous turn-on, driving her to strip and finger herself to three orgasms remembering it all. The armor that the girl had used to ward off any of her advances was weakening and the best part is that Cassie had no idea it was happening. Of course, for the moment it was just admiring the figure of a carved representation of a female body, which certainly was not threatening in the least. Once that had gotten fixed in her roommate's mind, it would be time for the next phase of the plan.
In the two weeks that followed, Cassie had been to the studio a half-dozen times to mill about the exhibits, to the point that Alinda had invited her to sit with her students as she actually worked on a new sculpture. That day she chose a simple striped sundress, which revealed the supple curves of her bare shoulders but kept her most popular assets hidden. Her leather sandals complemented her relaxed but pretty look, and they made a slapping sound as she made her way to what Alinda called her 'work room.'
Some young men and women sat in dark oak wooden chairs arrayed in a lopsided circle around a partially completed statue of a woman, which jutted up out of the stone as if trying to emerge from some sort of marble cocoon. The image had carved hair cascading down her shoulders, partially hiding them, a coy smile on her face as her medium sized breasts pushed out from the stone.
Alinda glanced up and smiled at Cassie as she slid into one of the chairs, which creaked as she did so, making her cheeks go red with embarrassment. The young Hispanic girl seated next to her giggled, and then leaned in and whispered, "That's why we all avoid that chair... look for the white mark on the bottom to avoid it next time."
Cassie saw a bare leg from someone sitting behind the carving, which made her wonder what was going on. Leaning over carefully so as not to fall over and make yet another scene, she caught a glimpse of a young, dark haired woman that looked middle eastern and resembled the statue so far.
'Ah ok, that makes sense, she doesn't do it from memory alone, she uses models'
, she thought, remembering that from the reading she had done some weeks ago.
One of the students, who looked like an aging surfer, complete with messy blonde hair, quietly stood up and turned to leave, vacating a spot with a better vantage point. Cassie considered it for a moment, knowing it would help her actually get a better sense of how creating the image worked, but felt a little embarrassed at the idea of staring at a naked woman. It just seemed strange and out of character for her, but she felt the back-and-forth war of 'should she/shouldn't she' bouncing around in her brain.
'It's art, people have been doing this for centuries, plus it's not like I haven't seen another woman naked before. No big deal.'
Almost reluctantly, Cassie stood up slowly, avoiding the chair making noise all over again, and quietly moved towards the now-vacant seat with the better view. She drew in a deep breath and slid her rear end onto the chair, which was thankfully more silent than the other.
Cassie looked up at the marble surface that Alinda was chipping away at, the
clink-clink-clink
sound pelting her eardrum and somehow echoing in the ear canal. She could feel herself relaxing as the rhythm felt almost hypnotic, so regular and following the same pattern, making her smile dreamily. When the sound stopped for a few moments, Cassie found her eyes drawn to the model she had felt positively reticent about looking at. The girl was in a seated position on a large box that had been covered with fabric, leaning against one of the steel I-beam posts that held the roof up.
Cassie looked up at the sculpture and then back at the woman, comparing the image of her face with her actual oval-shaped countenance, finding them to match but capturing something else she could not quite put her finger on. Her eyes slid down past the stone shoulders, soft looking and yet powerful, and coming to rest on the carved breasts. Just like the statue from weeks back, it was an impeccable reproduction, and captured her femininity perfectly.
She willed herself not to compare the actual with the representation, as if it would somehow violate the curvy model's dignity in some tangible manner. Curiosity got the better of her, and Cassie's eyes took in the curve of her nearly perfect breasts, without flaw and not sagging in the least. She was beautiful and there was no harm in admitting that.
At that exact moment, the young woman turned her face and saw Cassie looking at her body, making her break into a smile, a lascivious, mischievous smile, as if catching her in some lewd act. Cassie tried to yank her gaze away but she had been caught, and the other woman's deep brown eyes seemed to capture hers, fixing them both in a silent but sensual stare. No one else, Alinda included, seemed to notice, affording both women a virtual bubble of privacy even if just for a few seconds.
Cassie felt a bit of panic as she gave in to the prompting within not to break eye contact with the curvy nude model. The expression on her face, the smile on her lips, her body language shifted from surprised amusement to something altogether different, an expression Cassie had grown used to from most men, whether lovers or strangers: desire. But the look of want was from a completely unfamiliar source, another woman, a woman that desired others like herself, and right then, Cassie.
Her eyes spoke the language of desire, but was a softer desire, not one that pursued and got what it wanted, but a beckoning, like a sweetly whispered invitation to come closer. Cassie swallowed hard, her mind spinning in confusion as if the sensory input was somehow not intended for her or belonged to someone else. The more she fought to keep it out or deny it, the more it simply whispered
