Cassie's Night
by
Tom Shay
I sat in the passenger's seat of the `95 Caprice wondering where Jerry was taking me. He started to tell me earlier, but I wanted a surprise for our two-year anniversary. We hadn't gone out in months, and I was getting antsy for some excitement. It's not that I wanted to change Jerry or anything, just that he didn't't work - just wrote, so I had to wait for chances to get out into the world. We passed the corridor of restaurants while Jerry told me about the story he had just sold for $75, and how he wanted to spend it all on me. I was excited and glad to see him doing something for a change.
Inside the restaurant, we followed the maitre'd to our table in the corner of the smoking lounge. Our waiter was nice, cute with brown hair and deep eyes. He was snobby though, obviously he could tell that Jerry and I were not the kind of people who came to this sort of establishment. We made faces at each other after he'd left, smiling delight. Half the fun was being somewhere where we weren't't invited. Jerry ordered a bottle of Champagne for the two of us and lit a cigarette, while I slid my hand into my purse and fondled the box I was waiting to give him.
After the bubbly arrived, we toasted three more years and quietly laughed at ourselves sitting there. We were out of our league and enjoying every minute of it.
"Happy Anniversary, hon." I handed Jerry the gold foil wrapped box from my purse. A red ribbon coiled itself gently around its square edges. Jerry took the gift and unwrapped it quietly while our waiter served the salads. He looked excited, his brown eyes starting to alight. Lifting the brace of silver gilt pens, he smiled while reading the inscription aloud, "I love you always - Cassie - 11-7-00." He smiled and we leaned forward, kissing across the white tablecloth.
"Thank you," he smiled and kissed my hand. "You'll have to wait until after we get back to the house for your present. Don't worry though - you'll love it."
"Ohhhh, a surprise!" I flashed Jerry a coy smile. "I was wondering when you were going to give me those flowers you bought the other day."
"You knew about that?" He asked.
"Sure, so, what is it?" I asked.
"Oh, no, you'll have to wait for this one. Don't worry though, if I know you at all, you're gonna love it," he smiled coyly.
I was half expecting a throng of pornography and candlelit sex in the attic. We liked to do that kind of thing. I imagined our bodies coming together into one while he was inside of me. It was exhilarating - watching beautiful, tight bodies come together while we had sex, feeling Jerry inside me while I wrapped myself around him, both of us pulsating and sweating in the original message of love.
Jerry and I started talking about old times over dinner. We talked about the time we went skinny-dipping at the lake one summer night and a couple of teenagers stole our clothes from the bank. Jerry drove home nude that night, stopping to make love at the edge of the forest. That was one of the best nights of my life.
I was starting to get excited, remembering all the times Jerry and I had been together, feeling the heat spread through my body while my knees got weak. I wanted him badly - could've taken him across the table, but stopped, you know, in case the others at the restaurant didn't't care for that sort of thing. Jerry took the bill and left all of the money he'd made from his story on the table before running his firm, tender hand down to the small of my back to lead me from the table to our car. Traffic was heavier on the way home, but we listened to `80's love songs and forgot about the inconvenience. Jerry was excited about what was waiting at the house, making me promise to close my eyes until we got there.
"Okay, you can open them now," Jerry leaned forward and whispered into my ear. I opened my eyes, we were standing outside the bedroom door, I could smell lavender candles burning inside. Jerry slid his hand from my shoulder to the small of my back while opening the door into the candlelit room. I took a step forward, feeling Jerry's needful hand brush my ass while I took the room in. A trail of rose petals led to the bed, while soft music played in the background. Wine-red, satin sheets beckoned me deeper. I watched, spell-bound while Samantha stepped out of the bathroom in a silk flower-print robe belted loosely at the waist. We could see the string of pearls hanging from her neck and into the cleavage between her firm, rounded breasts.
Samantha stood leaning; her weight perched delicately on her back foot. The rounded, oblong shape of her creamy thigh slid out from behind her robe while two taut, curious nipples peeked through the thin fabric. My body responded immediately, I had been hoping for something like this for quite some time now. I felt liberated and inhibited all at the same time - wanting both and getting it, not wanting to hurt Jerry just because of who I am or who he wanted me to be. And all the time I'd spent with Samantha, those emerald eyes smiling while we talked, me not wanting to press the issue in case it made her leave. Standing there, a thousand thoughts and feelings hit me at once. And I was delicious, naked and purring inside - oblivious to the world. Her emerald eyes beckoned us into her despite the tinge of fear at the edges. Samantha's petulant, rose colored lips parted in a catty smile.
"Happy Anniversary," Samantha turned her bedroom eyes from me to Jerry and back again. She held a bottle of champagne in her right hand and three flutes in the other. I wanted to jump on her, wrap my fervent thighs around her midriff and pull her mouth into mine while Jerry squeezed me passionately and slid his cock into me.
"I've been thinking about this for months, and Jerry told me you were into it," Samantha smiled to me. It was starting to feel like the first time I had been with a woman, all passion and the thrill of "wrongdoing."
She cat-walked between Jerry and I and brushed back a lock of my hair. I wrapped my arms around her soft, solid waist while she did the same to me. The heat from our loins brushed and came into one another while we kissed lightly. I kept my eyes closed, but pictured Jerry standing there, dumbfounded, and watching us in abject appreciation.
"God, I'm glad you came," I laughed awkwardly.
"Me, too," Samantha blundered, smiling coyly.
I could tell she was at least as nervous as we were.
Jerry poured three glasses of the wine while Samantha and I led each other to the bed, petting and kissing each other lightly - ignoring Jerry's longing eyes.
"Thank you, Jerry. You won't be disappointed," I whispered in his ear from the corner of the bed.
Watching, Samantha brushed my cheek and got up from the bed sashaying to Jerry, standing at the bedside - waiting for an invitation. She whispered into his ear and bit it while he slid his hand down her side and kissed her passionately full on the lips. I was sooo wet I almost orgasmed right there; I was dying to have someone inside me. He slid his hand to her ass and pulled her closer. They kissed and she reached down for his cock, rubbing it lightly to keep him into it. Fondling myself I watched the two of them while feeling the pleasure spread from my clitoris into my trunk, spreading into me.
Samantha let up on Jerry and returned to me, fondling my breast and rimming my nipple with her index finger while I ran my finger nails up her back. We were all starting to break a sweat now, with Samantha and Jerry tugging at my clothes. Samantha unbuttoned my sundress with her teeth while Jerry slid to my feet to undo my shoes. I was in heaven, feeling the heat spread from me to them and back again. I lay back and let their longing bodies undress me, feeling the pull of their desires all the while.
I spread my hands along Samantha's delicate breasts, past her taut nipples while pushing her robe to the edge of the bed. I kissed her mouth and bit her lower lip while she ran her hands along my breasts and down to my waiting enjoyment. I felt along her thigh and into her, both of our vaginas sopping. We found the right places soon enough and rubbed each other's clits eagerly while rubbing our nipples against each other and necking while Jerry disrobed at the foot of the bed.
I felt Jerry's hand brush my calf and stream along to my inner thigh while I went down on Samantha. I pressed my sex into his hand, feeling the tips of two of his fingers tease my lips before running their pleasure onto my clitoris.
Samantha was coming to climax under my knowing tongue while Jerry slid his fingers in deeply. I moaned into Samantha's eager sex, running my hands up along her hard nipples to squeeze her tender, succulent breasts. I backed into Jerry eagerly, yearning for the sweet sensation of his cock sliding deep into me. His fingers slid past the clitoris and to my G-spot, running themselves along my insides.
Samantha moaned while I felt the throbbing tip of Jerry`s dick rub along my lips. I backed into him at once, taking all of it in one thrust while thrusting my tongue deeper into Samantha's climax. She pressed herself further into me while Jerry thrust easily, picking up steam each time. I felt like I was going to burst into the moist sweet love of orgasm with both and Samantha and Jerry following me. Samantha raised herself and started kissing and fondling Jerry while I backed eagerly into his thrusts. The three of us undulated passionately. Jerry and I came together - moaning with delight. We laid Samantha back onto the bed and finished her, taking turns with our tongues. She moaned all the while. Her heat washed over us like the ocean at noon in the summer. She came like a thunderbolt - screaming, "OH GOD - OOOOOOO OH OH GOD - OOOOOOOOOOOH GOOOD.
Exhausted we lay together and kissed gently.
"Thank you," I whispered to them both.
We slept easy that night.