Seduction (9 page)

I kiss her back, my lips moving beautifully
with hers. She starts to grind against me, as my cock grows hard
beneath her. This time it feels a little different, more intimate.
There's just two small pieces of fabric between us and since she's
in just her swimsuit I can feel every inch of her body press
against mine.

Her tongue comes out and licks the seam
between my lips, asking for entrance and I open my mouth to let her
in.

She tastes incredible, but I don’t want to
just taste her lips, I want to taste every inch of her. I kiss her
one last time on the lips before moving to her cheek and then
leaving open-mouth kisses down her neck, licking the drops of water
that are cascading down her body from her hair. I kiss the crook of
her neck. The blue strap of her swimsuit is in my path to her
shoulder, so I lift it before lowering it down her arm to reveal
her bare skin. I kiss her shoulder and then lower my mouth to her
chest.

I want to continue removing her suit until
I'm kissing her bare nipples, but I know if I get that far I won't
stop.

Cassie grinds against my hips as the palm of
one of her hands slips down my torso and to the top of my swim
jammers. She plays with the band of my jammers before slipping her
hand inside and reaching for my erection. Her hand is unsteady and
when she tightens her fist around my cock she almost unmans me.

I stand up and Cassie instinctively wraps her
legs around my waist as I carry her over to the sink, setting her
down on the edge.

Her lips are full and parted as she heavily
pants in desire and I need to taste them again. I lean in, pulling
her bottom lip into my mouth and sucking on her flesh before
lowering my mouth back to her shoulder. My hands reach out to both
straps of her suit and lower them until they fall at her waist,
exposing her entire top half. Her succulent breasts are full, her
nipples hard and I can't resist her anymore. My tongue darts out
and licks my lips, anticipating just how good her nipples will
taste.

I cup her breasts with my hands and then feed
one to my mouth. I lick her erect nipple, circling my tongue around
it before sucking it between my teeth, then I repeat the action
with her other nipple.

The soft moan she makes from the back of her
throat is the most sensuous sound I've ever heard. I want to hear
her make that sound for the rest of her life.

I wonder what she'll sound like when I'm
inside her.

The thought of being inside Cassie should
turn me on, but it has the opposite effect. It's like throwing a
bucket of cold water on my libido. I’ll never be inside Cassie.
She's a virgin and deserves better than a quick fuck from me inside
the family locker room of our health club.

I pull away from her chest and grab the
straps of her suit, quickly pulling them back up her body and
covering her breasts back up with the synthetic material.

"We can't do this," I practically whisper.
I'm unsure of exactly what I’m telling her I can’t do.

She's nodding her head in complete agreement,
but in agreement of what? I don't think either of us knows.

I step back from her and she slides her body
off the sink, still trying to catch her breath.

"Are you okay?" I ask her. I know how
inexperienced she is so I don't want to do or say anything that
will make her upset. I especially don't want her to think I'm
toying with her affection.

"I'm fine, Theo."

We stand there in silence, neither of us
willing to be the first one to leave.

"I should probably go get ready to pick up
Alyssa," she finally says, breaking the awkward moment.

"Okay. We're still on for tonight though,
right?"

I don't know why but I have the feeling she
would love to cancel our plans right now. To my surprise she nods
her head and then leans in, standing up on her tiptoes and kissing
me on the cheek.

"Namaste," she whispers seductively in my
ear, teasingly using the term.

She rolls her eyes and walks out of the
locker room and I'm stuck staring after her with a massive hard-on
and no relief. How am I going to make it through the night with her
when my dick gets hard just looking at her?

I look down at the nine-inch pole in my pants
that's causing so much trouble lately. "You need to settle the fuck
down. You'll get no action with Cassie, so stop getting all excited
because you're only hurting yourself in the end."

Cassie

Today is dragging on slowly. I love the time
I spend with Alyssa, but for the first time ever I wish I was
somewhere else. I wish I were with Theo.

I want him. I've never wanted a man for
anything before. Sure, I've crushed on celebrities, mostly lead
singers from my favorite bands, but they are unattainable. It's
just a daydream that gives me a little excitement in my life, but
Theo is the real deal. He has movie star looks, a rock star’s
attitude towards sex, and sparks a desire deep inside of me that
needs to be released.

I finish up with Alyssa at her doctor's
appointment and now we're back at the brownstone and Molly is
preparing dinner while Alyssa and I make a salad to go with it.
Theo will be here in a little under an hour so I need time to get
ready and put on a set of the new lingerie I bought. I've never
worn lingerie before. I usually get my underwear at the grocery
store.

"Cassie, are you wearing nail polish?" Molly
asks me in shock. I look down at my red, perfectly un-chipped
manicure and then back up at Molly. I never wear nail polish unless
Alyssa and I are playing dress-up. Alyssa will paint my nails in
some shade of pink and she gets it all over the skin of my fingers.
The manicure I'm sporting now is obviously not one done by a
four-year-old.

"Yes," I reply nervously. I hope she just
leaves it at that. I don't like to answer questions, especially
when they're about me.

I sigh in relief when Chris walks into the
kitchen, interrupting our conversation. He looks exhausted. His
dress clothes are wrinkled, his tie is loose, and when he's done
leaving a tender kiss on his wife's lips he goes straight to the
fridge to crack open a bottle of beer.

"Rough day, sweetheart?"

He takes a swig of his beer before plastering
a fake smile on his face. "Nothing I can't handle." He leans in and
gives Molly another kiss before asking, "What's for dinner?"

"Just some chicken with herbs, rice pilaf,
and asparagus. Cassie and Alyssa are making a salad to go with it.”
He looks over at me and I realize he didn't even know I was in the
room.

Wow, he must have had a rough day.

"I just got off the phone with Theo and he
said he'd be here shortly to pick you up. You two are getting
rather chummy."

If people watched our interaction I doubt
they'd classify it as chummy. We're like the unpredictable weather
in Chicago. Hot one moment and ice cold the next.

"Uh, yeah. We’re getting dinner and watching
a movie or something. It's no big deal."

I try to busy myself with the salad in front
of me, but I don't miss the look Chris gives his wife or the smile
she shoots back at him.

"That explains the nails," Molly mumbles
underneath her breath, but I catch every word.

I spent the day yesterday pampering myself.
Something I've never done before in my life. I used every last
penny I had to get a massage, pedicure and facial, before getting a
full bikini wax and screaming in agony all the way home.

I will never let a woman pour hot wax and rip
it from my skin again. I'll just have to resort to shaving.

I finish with the salad and then excuse
myself to get ready for my night with Theo. He may be the one
holding back from me all of a sudden, but I won’t give up so
easily. He probably thinks I haven't caught onto the not so sudden
hints of "friendship" he's been trying to push since I poured my
soul out to him on Saturday night. I'm not sure if he's backing off
because I revealed I'm poor, or was in the foster system my whole
life, or because I became a street-kid. It could be any of these
reasons but deep down inside I know all of that doesn’t matter.
Only one thing I told him Saturday night freaked him out. I should
have never told him I was a virgin. I should have lied, but if I
would have lied he'd have found out eventually anyway and I want to
be completely honest with him.

I need to make it clear that I want him. I
want him to be my first. I would have let him Saturday night. I was
practically begging for it, but Theo was a complete gentleman and I
like that side of him, too.

But I don’t want to see that side of him
tonight.

I put on the bravest face I can as I look
down at the bag I have on the floor of my room. It's filled with
the lingerie I just bought and I pull out a red set. I strip out of
the clothes I wore all day and slip on the satin red panties
followed by the sheer push-up bra. They hug my body perfectly and
when I look in the mirror, I see someone different staring back at
me.

This isn't the Cassie who let foster family
after foster family walk all over her. This isn’t the Cassie who
was almost raped when she was sixteen or the Cassie who ate her
feelings until she was overweight and unhealthy. This isn’t even
the Cassie who has been swimming laps and working her butt off for
almost two years. This is a brand new Cassie.

She's confident, feels sexy in her size ten
curves, and is ready to finally lose her virginity.

Digging through my dresser I go through the
few items of clothes I have. I'm about to slip into a pair of
jeans, but I change my mind at the last minute. If I'm going to get
Theo to agree to sleep with me, I need to wear something he can't
resist.

I go into my closest and pull out the little
black dress I bought while shopping yesterday. It shows off
entirely too much skin and after getting a restless sleep last
night debating whether or not I'd wear it tonight, I decided this
morning to return it. It is too revealing, too forward–it's like
handing my virginity to him in a sexy black package.

But now I've changed my mind. It's exactly
what I need to seduce Theo into his bed. Tonight I'm going to have
to make the first move and show Theo that I'm ready. And as I'm
ripping off the price tag of the dress I'm going to wear, I'm
imagining Theo ripping the dress off me.

Theo

Entry #1604

I can't write about my day or how I'm
feeling because I have only one thing on my mind and I need to get
it out of my mind.

I will not fuck Cassie. I will not fuck
Cassie. I will not fuck Cassie.

Maybe if I write it enough I'll actually
believe it.

I've spent all day going back and forth about
what to do with Cassie. I want to be with her tonight, in every
sense of the word, but the logical part of my brain knows it's a
bad idea. A woman's virginity is a big deal, especially when she's
held onto it for so long. Cassie will make the obvious connection
between love and sex. She'll get too attached and I'm not sure I'd
be able to handle her if she becomes all clingy.

Okay, that's a lie. I want her clingy,
especially if she's clinging on to me–naked and shaking from the
multiple orgasms I've given her.

But then there is Cassie's past. She's had a
rough life and deserves someone whose heart is completely in it.
She deserves a man who will love her, cherish her, and never leave
her. I care for Cassie a lot, but I've never been that man and I’m
not sure I could be that man now.

After I left Cassie in the locker room this
morning, I went upstairs to the track and ran until my legs gave
out. I headed to the office afterwards to get some work done, but
it was a squandered day. Cassie was the only thing on my mind and
instead of working I called my buddy to look into her birth
certificate. I also called Antonio, the head chef at the steak
house down the street from my condo, and placed our dinner order,
telling him to take it to my place at eight.

After watching the clock tick by at an
extremely slow pace, I changed into something more casual. In my
favorite pair of jeans and a basic black t-shirt, I finally left
the office and headed over to pick up Cassie, letting Chris know I
was on my way.

It's been only hours since I've seen her and
I already miss her. Her personality is infectious and I'm anxious
with anticipation for what the night will bring for us. The one
thing I do know is I'm not going to make any sexual advances, so
this could potentially be a long, torturous night for my dick.

I pull down Chris's street and find a spot a
few houses down from his brownstone. The streetlights are dim, but
light up the dark street enough that kids are still outside
playing. Walking up the steps of the brownstone, I take a deep
breath and then ring the doorbell. To my surprise, the large door
opens and my favorite little girl greets me.

"Uncle Theo!" Alyssa shouts, jumping in for a
hug. I squeeze her tightly before letting her go and we both walk
into the home.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for bed?" I
ask her, surprised to see her up and still in her regular
clothes.

"Mommy's about to give me a bath before
reading me a story. Cassie usually does it but she can't
tonight."

"Oh, really? Why can't Cassie do it
tonight?"

She blows on a piece of her blond, curly hair
and squints her eyes at me. "I don't know. She's all dressed up. I
think she's going to have fun without me."

"I would never go have fun without you,
Alyssa."

I look up as Cassie walks down the stairs
towards Alyssa and me.

Holy. Shit.

Tonight was supposed to be casual.

Is she trying to kill all my willpower?