I'd decided, on a whim, that I'd leave a little bit earlier than I normally would. Others might disagree, but I try my best to not be late to most things. It's just that once you get comfortable with anything, work, class, your girlfriend, you start to sit that extra minute more for no other reason than knowing it's okay that you'll be late. So today, when I looked at the clock, I decided that I would leave a little early. That's the only reason I got to Cassandra's house earlier than expected.
We'd been dating for a year; well not really a year. I usually said a year because in my mind we were already a sure thing and saying things like a year made me feel more secure in my relationship with her. I loved her, like you love any first girlfriend, without any reservations. We met after her last boyfriend got tired of her and dumped her. Poor thing was thrown to the curb, in a totally different state, and had to be bussed back by her parents. Now depressed and a little resentful of life, my twenty year old head decided I could be a hero and save her. This was made even worse by her parents, who loved to praise me and talk about how depressed and sad their daughter's life was before I came into it.
She wasn't the only fuck-up of the family. Her brother passed on college to join the marines, following in their dad's footsteps. It was something, I assume, he thought would make their perpetually horney father happy. It did not.
Most conversations regarding the family involved subtle jabs at their children and compliments towards me. Cassandra's mother, Susan, talked me up constantly like she was my wingman at a bar; constantly reminding her daughter of how attractive and lucky she was. Her father, Robert, admired that I was a smart college man, studying business like he eventually went to school for. In many regards, I was like the son they never had, which only pushed the kids they did have away.
We were all going to be meeting for dinner. Cassandra's brother, named Robert after her father, but went by his middle name Alex, was back in town. I still wasn't let in on some of the family gossip, but I got the sense that it wasn't really a good visit. I had asked Cassandra if he was going to be transferring somewhere close-by or something, but she responded coldly saying she didn't know what he was doing. Her cold demeanor was something that I had lived to just ignore. I was too afraid of conflict to push back on anything, so when she was moody I just ignored it.
I pulled up to their house, an oddly large home in the middle of nowhere, which wasn't uncommon for Texas. I had made really good time, probably too good, as I noticed I had arrived nearly 45 minutes sooner than I had anticipated. It wasn't a problem though, because I enjoyed surprising Cassandra when I could. As I parked, I noticed that only the car Cassandra and her mother shared was still at the house. Robert had probably been sent out to get some things from the store. I had pulled in slowly, as to not let anyone know I had made it there, as to not ruin the surprise.
I locked my car and headed to the front door, but to my surprise it was locked. It had only just occurred to me that maybe nobody was home right now. I peered through the glass panes to the sides of the front door and didn't see anyone or any signs of people. I had started to take a few steps back when I heard the muffled sound of Cassandra laughing. I recognized it immediately. The few times I really got her laughing always felt like a victory to me. With the front door locked I decided that I could try to sneak around the back.
I krept along the house, trying my best to be stealthy, but not creepy in case someone somehow saw me. When I got to the back of the house, I saw the blinds had been drawn on her bedroom, but they were open on the window of the game room they had just next to them. Peeking in, I could see cartoons playing on the tv. Whenever we tried to mess around with her parents there, we'd turn that tv on to distract them. It looked like Alex might be staying in there though, because some of his clothes had been tossed haphazardly around the room. Rounding the last corner to the back door, I had expected to catch a glimpse of someone, but I still didn't see anyone.
At this point I felt stupid. The lights were all off, I hadn't actually seen anyone, only maybe heard Cassandra, but now I even doubted that. I decided to go back to my car and just wait. Maybe pull around the corner till they get back so as to not worry about telling this weird story. I started to walk back around the way I came and stopped short when I saw movement in the window. I jumped back and slid along the wall - maybe my plan wasn't ruined after all. I couldn't help but grin devilishly as I turned just enough to get a glimpse through the window. That's where I saw Cassandra, topless and on her knee, gripped tightly on the naked hips of Alex. Each of his hands tightly wound in her dark brown hair, guiding her delicate soft lips to the base of his cock while she aggressively and eagerly welcomed every inch into her waiting throat.
