Chapter 5
Cassie was a little bit overwhelmed at her reception at home. She had expected her father and Carole to be furious, and instead, they were worried sick over her whereabouts.
The incident in the restaurant was, by tacit agreement, not discussed by any of them. Instead, Carole and Ev went about making plans for their wedding which was to be in early September. They would occasionally ask
Cassie and Lydia their opinions about certain things. Lydia always responded with genuine emotion, and a desire to help. Cassie was always was a bit more cool and reserved, but at least she was no longer openly hostile to Carole and her daughter.
It would have been hard to be angry at Lydia. Even Cassie, who had no close female friends, found herself being charmed by the delightful spell that the younger girl wove.
Lydia was witty, clever and extraordinarily good natured. She laughed a lot, and had the ability to draw other people in to share her laughter. She could make a story out of any event, no matter how minor or trivial. Cassie was captivated by her new companion. Ev and Carole watched and waited, crossing their fingers and holding their breath. It seemed too good to be true.
Lydia and Cassie started to do everything together. Cassie forsook Bob and Arthur, and concentrated all of her attention on Lydia. Lydia was so bright, and so inquisitive about the world around her. She was a voracious reader, and talked endlessly to Cassie about the things she had read.
Often, she would read aloud from her favorite poets, or act out scenes from Shakespeare, and Bernard Shaw. Cassie listened, spellbound.
She grew to admire Lydia's looks too. Lydia was very exotic in her taste in clothing, and she disdained the kind of perfect, manicured elegance that Cassie always sought in her appearance.
Instead, she favored brilliant colors, and mixed several different prints and textures at the same time. Her jewelry was a collection of wonderful things from all over the world. She had jade earrings, a coral necklace, a cinnabar bracelet. She wore Mexican shawls, Indian saris, embroidered blouses from the Ukraine.
Cassie was content to just follow her around. But her new friend wasn't interested in exploiting her. Lydia liked people, and trusted them until they gave her reason to do otherwise. Cassie, after their initial unpleasant meeting, had been sweet and loving, and she saw no reason to be cruel, or take any unfair advantage.
One evening, the two girls were home alone in the house while Carole and Ev were out with some friends.
They had been watching television, but soon grew bored, and shut it off.
They wandered upstairs, each with a dish of fresh peach ice cream, to see how they could amuse themselves.
"You know what Cassie?"
"What?"
"I've never really seen all of this house! It's so huge, it must have a million rooms."
"Not quite!" said Cassie with a laugh. "Well then, how many."
"Maybe twenty."
"Twenty."
"Or a few more."
"Really?"
"I've never actually counted them, if you want to know the truth." she said.
"Let's do it now!"
"Count the rooms in the house?"
"Yes! It'll be fun. I'll bet that there are rooms here you haven't been in for years!"
"That's true. OK, let's do it."
They set off, starting their count on the second floor. There was actually another floor of the house, now rarely used. When they got up there, they both took time to stop, and look at all sorts of things that they found.
Cassie found toys she hadn't seen since she was a child, and things that had belonged to her long dead mother.
"Look at these hats!" she exclaimed to Lydia.
"Oh wow! Those feathers! You know, I would wear those if I were you, Cassie."
"You would?"
"Sure! They are so glamorous and sexy."
"Oh, and Lydia, look at this suit! Did you ever see anything like it before?" she said, holding up a suit from the forties, complete with shoulder pads.
"It's wonderful! Look at that slit in the skirt!" i
"I guess my mother was some dresser in her day!"
"She sure was!"
They continued on, growing more and more interested in the things they found. It was a way to trace her family, and to learn something about who there was. People's possessions can be so very revealing about who they are.
They came to another room that seemed to have a lot of her father's old things.
"Look, Lydia, here's a picture of Daddy when he was in college!" she said, holding up an old photo.
"He was really handsome, wasn't he!"
"Yeah!"
And here's, one of his graduation from Harvard."
"Look at that!"
"What's this, over here?" wondered Cassie. "I don't know. Let's explore."
"It looks like some old books and stuff."
"Let me see."
"They seem like they are text books or something."
"Not all of them. Here look. This one is called "Jennifer's Secret Life." What do you suppose that is?"
"Open it up and see."
She did, and she began to read, "Jennifer's full breast heaved and quivered as Mr. Miliken opened the buttons on her shirt. His hands kneaded the soft, full mounds, and the young woman trembled with forbidden desire. She weakly tried to push his hands way from her trembling body, but it was no use. She wanted him, and he knew it. In seconds, he had unzipped his fly, and pulled out the flaming staff of his manhood. . ."
Her voice died away.
"Cass, these are porno novels!"
"Yeah, I guess so!"
"They must belong to your father!"
"Uh huh!"
"Let's see some more!"
They picked up another book entitled, "Lizzy's Forbidden Desire." Cassie opened the book, and began to read aloud.
"Lizzy's eyes were watering with lust and desire as she stared across the room at her best friend, Jenny. The young woman's back was towards her as she stripped off her blouse and skirt, and stood clad only in bra, slip and hose.
Then, Jenny turned to face Lizzy, and Lizzy's mouth fell open when she caught sight of her friend's enormous breasts that spilled like fresh milk from over the top of her bra. Jenny began to unhook that bra, and the exquisite mounds of flesh poured out, quivering and dancing with delight as they were set free.
Poor Lizzy had to restrain herself from going over and stuffing her mouth with those delicious morsels . . ."
Cassie stopped reading. She looked over at Lydia, who had been listening as if in a trance.
"Wow! Those books are really hot!" breathed Lydia, hugging her knees to her ample tits.
"They sure are!"
"Even that last one, about those two women...."
"Lydia, have you ever done it with a woman?" Cassie said, surprising herself with her own boldness. But Lydia made it very easy to talk to her about everything, and she didn't think that the younger girl would be shocked or offended by her question.
She wasn't. Lydia was a candid, frank person herself, and she admired those qualities in others.
"No. But I'd like to." she answered simply. "You would?" breathed Cassie. "Yes. Why not."
"But, but, it's sick!"
"Says who?"
"Lydia, everyone knows that homosexuality is unnatural and perverse." she said in a stern tone.
"Forgive me for being blunt, but that's a lot of shit, Cassie, and you know it too."
"What?"
"Since when do you accept society's fucked up notion of what normal is? Can't you think for yourself?"
Cassie was shamed. It was true. She had never bothered to think about why homosexuality was wrong or evil. She had been told that, and so she believed it. But as she sat there thinking about it, all of the things she had imagined to be sick about seemed to vanish into thin air.
Lydia was looking at her very hard as she sat there and thought.
The intensity of her gaze made Cassie feel a little uncomfortable, and she wondered what was going on in Lydia's mind.
In fact, Lydia was sitting there and thinking how beautiful Cassie looked with her soft golden hair, and her graceful tanned body. She thought that she would really enjoy making love to her.
Not being one to waste time, she suddenly got up, and crossed the room to where Cassie was sitting with her long, brown legs folded up under her.
She didn't say a word, but leaned over and kissed Cassie's ripe peach of a mouth.
Cassie was startled, but as soon as she felt the cool sweet taste of Lydia's honeyed lips and tongue, she realized how good it felt, and how much she really wanted this to happen.
She kissed her back with a passion that equaled Lydia's own. Their mouths met, and joined, unable to part for a second now that they knew the joy of being meshed.
Saliva was exchanged for saliva, lips and tongues pressed, poked and explored. Cassie reached over to touch the thick, amazing mane of Lydia's hair, and couldn't get over its thick, springy waves.
Lydia was touching Cassie's face and chin and throat with an amazing gentleness. Cassie had never felt anything like it in her life before, and the little butterfly wings of desire started beating madly in her blood.
She wanted very much to touch Lydia's full tits that were straining at the seams of her Mexican peasant blouse, but somehow, she dared not.
Lydia must have read her mind, for the very next moment, she had brought her own hands down to Cassie's firm tits, and started fondling them through her thin summer shirt.
Cassie felt her nipples tighten and ache with eager anticipation as Lydia stroked and rubbed the pert mounds of white flesh.
Her hands were delicate, experienced, knowing. She moved with the certainty ot one who has learned to please, and to please well.
Cassie was panting madly now, and Lydia helped her out of her blouse so that her white tits were naked and gleaming in the light.
"Now you!" said Cassie softly, her nude torso quivering in delighted anticipation.
Lydia pulled the tight blouse up, and over her head. Her bra bound her two full tits, but she undid it in a moment, and tossed it to the floor so that the two huge mounds of flesh were stripped bare before Cassie's excited eyes.
They were quite large, and capped with pink nipples that seemed to be begging to be bit, kissed, licked and sucked.
"Let me!" whispered Cassie, reaching for one of the glorious mounds.
She took it in her hands, and kneaded it very softly. Her tongue darted out of her mouth, and circled around the nipple, leaving a trail of fire behind it.
Lydia melted into Cassie's arms, and soon, the two girls were busy in exploring and fondling the mysteries of each other's tits.
Lydia's long and delicate finger nails traced their way down Cassie's neck and back, making the girl shudder and quiver with desire.
She twirled small and big circles. Then she reached Cassie's ass, and stroked the firm cheeks through her denim shorts. She reached over to unzip them, and was pleased to find that Cassie wore no panties underneath the tight shorts.
Her hands stroked the firm cheeks, rubbing and pinching, and even sliding in between the crack of her ass. Her touch was so light, so expert and infinitely subtle that she had Cassie panting and moaning already, without having touched her cunt once.
But it didn't take her long to touch it. Her hand nestled into the golden forest of Cassie's snatch, and teased the delicate cunt lips through the hair.
Finding Cassie's clit was easy, for it already was red and swollen, a dark juicy berry, waiting only to be picked.
Taking the clitoris between her thumb and forefinger, she rolled it around as if it were a precious stone.
Cassie leaned her head back, and panted out her pleasure in a series of long, drawn out gasps.
Lydia used one of her fingers to probe the moistening walls of Cassie's pussy, and then stuck her finger in her mouth, licking off the juice with obvious relish.
"MMMmm, tastes good!" she said.
"Kiss it for me, Lydia!" Cassie begged.
"I can't wait!" she said, and got to her knees before Cassie.
Parting Cassie's brown thighs, she tickled the inner surface of them first, using her long nails. Cassie was writhing around.
She opened up the pink slash, spreading the lips wide so she could see the ripe, ready cunt, waiting to be eaten, like a sliced peach, the center all sticky and glowing.
She rubbed her whole face in the spread pussy, inhaling the smell, wanting to get it imprinted in her sensual memory.
It had an aroma all its own. It made Lydia think of freshly baked bread, of the ocean after a storm, of the sweet sticky juice of a pear, of hot molasses. She rubbed and rubbed, getting her hair and chin all wet with Cassie's juices.
Then, and only then, did she begin to really lick her cunt in earnest. Her talented tongue stroked and probed the lips, and painted dazzling pictures around the bud of the clit.
"Oh God!" moaned Cassie.
"Good, huh?"
"Good?" she said nearly choking. Lydia continued her artful sucking. "Lydia, bite it, bite on my clit!" she begged. Lydia took her tongue away, and used her teeth instead for a bit. Very gently she nibbled and chewed on the throbbing clit, that quivered and pulsated under her mouth.
Cassie thrashed around on the floor, loving the talented tonguing she was getting. No man had ever done her this way before. No man had been so careful, or so loving, or had made her feel like her cunt was some gorgeous, brilliantly blooming flower.
Her timing was perfect, and she seemed to anticipate Cassie's desire before the girl's brain could even articulate the thoughts.
Cassie lost all sense of space and time, and existed only in the shadowy region of ecstasy, a realm that denies ordinary time.
She was drifting through the billowing, heady clouds of her own desire, scaling new peaks a: she was wafted along.
Her orgasm came in a series of needle sharp, stinging sprays of liquid that squirted their brilliant hues all over the dome of her mind.
When she finally returned to earth, she found Lydia's sopping face only inches from her own.
She looked at her with love and gratitude, and licked her whole face clean, getting drunk on her own scent.
Her hands went down to Lydia's giant globes, and fondled them. Her tits filled up Cassie's hands, and they were soft and comforting.
Lydia was still wearing a full, gathered skirt, which was pulled off in an instant. Like Cassie, she rarely wore panties, thinking them a nuisance and a waste of time, so she was naked underneath the cotton skirt.
Her thighs were rounded and smooth, and her ass was a marvel of plump, shapely flesh. The same jet black hair that covered her head was all over her pussy, and under her arms, too.
Cassie was always a little shocked that Lydia didn't shave there, but when she buried her face in the soft powder puff under Lydia's arm, and inhaled its strong, musky fragrance, she understood why.
She kissed her all over, her mouth stopping along the way to explore neck, shoulders, arms, wrists, knees, ankles.
She spent a long time sucking on the full melons of Lydia's tits, which made Lydia moan with delight.
She chewed on her nipples until they were stiff and sore with unfulfilled desire. Then, her mouth traveled down the smooth white surface of Lydia's body.
She kissed the white stomach, and trailed her tongue all over the lovely, ivory smooth surface of skin.
She pushed Lydia's legs wide apart, and pressed her face to the gleaming, scarlet gash of her cunt.
The tight coils of black pubic hair were springy and slightly rough against her cheek, but she liked their scratchy welcome.
The lips and clit themselves were the softest things she had ever felt or experienced in her life. The skin there was smoother than the finest silk, more delicate than the wings of a moth, as gentle to the touch as a summer breeze, Cassie spent a long time just tonguing the soft, wet skin, delighting in its slippery feel against her lips.
Lydia had her hands in Cassie's hair, and was massaging her scalp as the other girl ate her pussy.
She held Lydia's ass cheeks in her two hands, pinching them just so that she could feel their firm resistance to her hands.
She had never eaten pussy before, but she seemed to be doing it all right, for Lydia was on the floor making moans and gasps that seemed to indicate her pleasure.
Her hand slipped between the cheeks of Lydia's ass quite by chance, and she discovered the tiny hole of her anus.
Remembering with pleasure how it had felt to be fucked there, she decided to give Lydia a thrill by sticking a finger up it.
She had guessed correctly in this case, for when she inserted her finger, already well lubricated from Lydia's juicy pussy, the girl quivered and shook with unrepressed passion.
As she ate her out, she drove her finger further into the narrow anal chamber, enjoying the soft, delicate tissues that were inside of it.
She sucked that cunt as if it were mother's milk, lapping up all of the juices that poured from it over her face.
Lydia's sighs became more pronounced, and the whole room seemed to echo with her groaning.
It turned Cassie on to hear how hot she was getting, and she slipped a finger into her own cunt to increase her own passion.
Her hand diddled her flaming clit in time to the movements of her tongue as she flicked on Lydia's hot clit.
Soon, both girls were writhing away in the throes of violent orgasm.
After their passionate interlude, Cassie and Lydia becam even more inseparable.
Carole and Ev were just delighted at the way events had taken shape, and the four lived in harmony for several days.
The two girls were the best of friends. Lydia had even asked to move into Cassie's room, which shocked Ev who knew how private Cassie was, and how she was adamant in her refusal to give up her space to anyone.
They had no idea, of course, of what was really going on between the two of them.
When Ev and Carole went off to bed to find their bliss in one another's arms, their two teen-aged daughters did the same thing.
Things might have remained in this blissful, idyllic state if it had not been for a certain intrusion. The intrusion came in the form of Bob.
Following Everett's advice, he had not called Cassie, nor made any other attempts to get in touch with her since the night that he had brought her home in the storm.
But he had no way of knowing about her sudden and blinding infatuation with Lydia. He expected her to call him, and ask to see him, but she did nothing of the kind.
He fretted for days, wondering what was going on. He decided to call her.
"Cassie?"
"Yes, who is this?" she said absently on the phone. He thought that it was a bad sign that she didn't recognize his voice.
"It's me, Bob."
"Oh hi!" she said pleasantly, but he could detect the indifference in her voice. "How are you, Cassie."
"Fine, just fine."
"Everything straightened out with your dad?"
"Everything is fine," she said, and then there was a very long, awkward pause. "I miss you, Cassie."
"Bob!"
"I'd really like to see you!"
"Well, why don't you come over tonight?"
"Sure thing! Want to go out?"
"Well, Carole's planned something kind of special for dinner, so why don't you eat over here?"
"Sounds good."
"Then maybe we can go out later."
"OK. What time?"
"Six."
"Six it is."
"See you then."
"Good-bye."
Cassie was pleased at the thought of seeing Bob, but right now, she was still taken with Lydia.
Bob arrived at six sharp with a box of candy for Cassie, and some flowers for Carole.
But when he took one look at Lydia, he wanted to give both the gifts to her.
He hadn't really met her before, and her striking beauty had captivated him.
She wore her magnificent night black hair loose, so that it floated like a cloud down her back.
She was wearing a long, flowing caftan that came from Israel, which made her look like some ancient, Biblical queen.
The caftan was black, and was embroidered with several different colored threads.
Bob couldn't stop staring at her. All through dinner, he gazed longingly at her proud, spirited face, and hung on her every word. He laughed at every joke she told, and at every amusing story. He made an effort to speak to her whenever he could.
Cassie could not fail to notice what was going on, for he barely looked at her all evening.
She grew angry at Bob, and jealous of the fact that he occupied so much of Lydia's attention.
As her mood worsened, so did her behavior, and soon she was snappish and short with everyone at the dinner table, including Lydia herself.
Both Carole and Ev grew a little impatient with Cassie, but she had been so sweet tempered lately that they decided not to make an issue of it, or at least not right at this particular moment.
Bob was engaging Lydia in some silly conversation about games as far as Cassie could tell, and he made her agree to play a game of Scrabble with him after dinner.
Lydia knew that Cassie was upset because Bob was paying so much attention to her, but she didn't know the full extent of those feelings.
Not being a particularly jealous person herself, she didn't quite understand what was going on with Cassie. Also, she liked Bob. He was smart, and funny in his own way too, and not at all bad looking.
"Well, why don't we all play Scrabble?" she said, and shot Cassie a glance. --
"I hate Scrabble!" said Cassie.
"Oh come on, just this once you can play."
"No. I don't enjoy it, and I just won't do it. You and Bob go ahead, though, I really won't mind." she said in a way that was meant in no uncertain terms to indicate to everyone exactly how much she would mind.
Lydia really didn't understand what was going on with Cassie at all. She thought that she was being childish and silly. After all, why shouldn't she play Scrabble with Bob? Cassie certainly wasn't jealous of that, was she? She had just finished telling Lydia how she didn't really like Bob all that much any more. It was just that she couldn't stand to see him with somebody else, at least that's how Lydia saw it.
"All right then Cassie, if you don't want to play, we will, and when we're done, maybe we'll all go out!" she said. Lydia watched Cassie carefully.
"Suit yourself!" said Cassie in an angry tone of voice, and got up from- the dinner table abruptly. They all waited, and soon the familiar sound of the door slamming, and plaster falling met their ears.
Ev and Carole sighed, thinking that the brief mood had ended, and now they should get ready for a new set of storms.
They finished their dinner, and then Lydia and Bob went into the den to play their game of Scrabble.
Ev and Carole were going out for the evening.
"Have a good time, kids!" Ev said.
"Oh, we will!" answered Bob.
"Don't let Cassie get you down! If she won't behave, just ignore her, that's all!"
They left, and Bob and Lydia settled down to their game while Cassie remained upstairs sulking.
Bob couldn't take his eyes off of Lydia's big tits. It was evident to him that she didn't wear a bra, and he gazed with naked lust at her big nipples.
He tried to bend over and get close to her as he placed his Scrabble tiles on the board so he could get a whiff of her jet black hair.
She was a good player, he noted with pleasure. So was he. They had a challenging game, and it was a tie.
He insisted on another match, and Lydia readily agreed.
They were setting up for the new game, while Cassie was upstairs fuming. She plotted revenge, but it was all of a childish nature. It made her even more angry, for she really wanted to do something to hurt them, particularly Bob.
She thought and thought, but no ideas came to her. She decided to creep down the stairs and have a look at what they were doing. Perhaps then something might suggest itself to her.
Quietly, she crept out of her room, and down the steps. She snuck along the hall, and stopped where she was sure that they couldn't see her.
By just peeping around a corner, she could see them. They were laughing a lot, and talking. There seemed to be a heated debate going on about some word or other. She was standing too far away to hear it, but she heard the snips of their conversation.
She saw Lydia moving her hands up in the air wildly about something, and then she saw Bob grab her by the wrist. All at once, he was on top of her, his arms wrapped around her and his mouth glued to hers.
Cassie was so angry that she could have spit. How dare he? And how dare she? She wished that she could kill them both at this very moment.
She watched for a few moments as they kissed, and Bob's hands reached down for those luscious globes that Cassie knew so well by now.
How could she let him do that to her?
He was kneading her boobs now, and she had pressed his hands tighter and tighter against her heaving chest.
She slipped a hand down into his crotch, and began to rub the bulge that grew more and more noticeable, even at the distance which Cassie stood.
She saw how Lydia's hand slipped the big dick out of Bob's pants, and how her eyes gleamed as she was taking it into her mouth.
When Lydia started to suck him off, Cassie lost all of her self-control. She burst into the room, surprising the couple on the floor.
"What the hell do you think that you're doing?" shouted Bob.
"What am I doing? I'd like to ask you what you think that you're doing here!" she screamed back at him.
Lydia got up off her knees.
"Cassie, listen to me . . ."she began.
"Shut up! This is between me and Bob!"
"I think that she's right, Lydia. Why don't you go upstairs for a little while until we're through thrashing this one out?"
"Are you sure?"
"Very."
"Well, all right." she said, and she left the room quietly.
Bob and Cassie stood there glaring at one another.
"Listen, baby, I'd just like to tell you a thing or two...," he began to say.
"Shut up! I'm not interested in what you have to say!"
"Well, you're gonna be, even if for this once! You listen to me now, because it's about time that you did! I'm sick of the way you behave, of the games that you play, of the way that you treat me. You don't care about me, and you never have. I can see that now. You can't stand to see that I might be happy with another girl, that's all. But I won't stand for it any more! I'm going to teach you a lesson that you'll never forget!"
"Stay away from me!" she said, and tried to run.
It was too late. He grabbed her before she could get away, and clamped a hand down on her mouth to keep her from screaming.
He fished out his wide, white handkerchief from his pocket, and made it into a gag for her mouth.
Then, he dragged her over to the fluted wooden column that was near the entrance to the room.
Her eyes were wide with fear and terror as she watched him pull off his leather belt, and bind her hands with it.
Then, he used the ties that held the drapes back to bind her to the wooden column.
She wanted to scream, but of course she couldn't. She could only watch in terrified silence, and wait to see what he would do to her next.
He looked at her body several times, and she could see that there was lust in his eyes.
But she could also read something else there. There was a desire to humiliate, to punish and to chastise there, she could read it plainly, and it made her quiver with fear and trepidation.
She knew that she had teased him, abused him, and used him all summer long. Now, here was his chance to get revenge, and she shuddered to think of what form that revenge was going to take.
He came very close to her, and peered into her frightened eyes.
"Now you're really gonna see how it feels, bitch! I told you Cassie, I'm going to teach you a lesson tonight that you won't forget!