Finding Home Ch. 08

"Oh I don't do anything now. I wrote some computer software that nearly all music production companies use. I live off royalties. I just travel because I like to see the world go by. Itchy feet I guess."

"You just ride your motorcycle by yourself?"

"Mostly. Sometimes a pretty girl will come along for a while but never for very long. I would give you a ride anytime you want." His eyes danced with double meaning.

Cassy shot him an exasperated look. "I will tell Momma." She whispered furiously.

"Oh good lord, promise me you won't do that. Anything but that."

After he was done with his sandwiches he stood. "Thank you Cassy. You make an excellent PB&J. I think I hear the road calling. I will see you at dinner." He bowed low and swept from the kitchen.

Cassy put away the peanut butter and put the dirty dishes in the dishwasher. "Did you have a good trip Momma?"

"Wonderful sweet girl. Grandchildren are heaven's reward come to earth. They are growing up so fast."

"How many grandchildren do you have?"

"My daughter had three girls, ten, eight, and the baby two. My son in Paris has a boy thirteen years old. I don't get to see him much but we write and call."

Cassy sighed. "Did the Professor tell you about my parents, who they were?"

"No baby girl. He said that you had remembered being abused but nothing about your family. Did he tell you something?"

"Yes, this weekend, after you left. A lady from the treatment center I lived at came and brought a copy of my medical records. It was really terrible."

"You don't have to tell if you don't want to."

"I would like to tell you, if you would let me. Its pretty sad and horrible."

"Come help me make dinner and I will try to be brave."

As they made dinner together, Cassy shared her story. Momma did not speak, just stood close and worked on the food for their meal. When Cassy had no more words to say, Momma turned and wrapped her arms around her, tears were running down her face. "Sweet baby girl, I don't know how you bear it. Sometimes I get so mad at the evil stupidity of people. I will light a candle for the little ones at church next Sunday."

"You go to church?"

"It helps me. I know I believe in god. Somehow knowing he is there helps me endure all the sadness of this world. He is my master now. The Professor isn't a believer but he says any framework to hang hope on is a good thing."

Soon dinner was almost done. Game hens stuffed with wild rice and mushroom stuffing, gingered carrots, and individual cheesecakes.

Cassy gave Momma another hug. "Thank you for letting me tell you Momma. I just wanted you to know so you wouldn't think I was going crazy if I start acting sad or mad. I have been doing that a little bit lately."

"I was impressed by you going after Jesus."

"Yea, like that."

"Go up and get all pretty for dinner. Sundays we have extra guests. I know Jesus is going to be here and I am not sure who the other guest is. Don't be late."

Cassy was standing at her chair by 7:55 and whispering to Windy. "Where have you been? I haven't seen you all day."

"I was at the college library studying for finals."

"Is there usually company at Sunday dinner?"

"Not usually but sometimes. The Professor has some weird friends. Its usually pretty entertaining."

"Wait until you see the Jesus guy. He is scary looking." Acadia looked at them and shot a meaningful look at the clock and made a soft hushing sound. William grinned and waved. Mary was not there.

Precisely at 8:00 the Professor walked in. He said, "Our guests are running a little late. They should be here any minute."

About that time Cassy heard Jesus's voice loud and booming. "We would not have been late if you hadn't put up such a fuss about riding on the motorcycle. Crap, dude hurry your ass up. You are pretty enough, forget the fucking hair."

The Professor grinned and laughed. "It sounds like they are here now."

The door crashed open and Jesus came in. He had a motorcycle helmet under one arm and was pushing her Master through the door with the other. Cassy gulped and froze, her heart in her throat.

"Its about time. Nathan, I am so glad you decided to come."

"Like I could have said no to this gorilla you sent to fetch me."

The Professor laughed, "Come sit you guys, these kids have been standing waiting for you long enough, and Momma is waiting to put the food on the table."

As they sat, Jesus rubbed his hands together greedily, "Nathan you are in for a treat. This lady can cook like an angel."

The Professor stood and cleared his throat. "I would like to introduce two of my closest friends. This is Jesus Jones and Nathan Landauer. This is a truly special occasion. I can't remember when we were last all together. I would like to propose a toast." Everyone stood and the Professor raised his water glass. "To friends." Everyone repeated "To friends." and touched glasses.

Her Master sat across the table from her and Cassy could not take her eyes off him. He caught her eyes on him and smiled gently, quietly signaling to her that he was happy to see her too.

Momma brought in the food and to Cassy's delight pulled off her apron and sat down at the table with them, taking the seat at the opposite end of the table from the Professor.

It was fascinating to watch how each person dealt with the challenge of eating the individually cooked game hens. The Professor and her Master carefully used their knives to carve the meat off the little carcasses but Jesus used his bare hands to tear the little bird apart and ate it with his fingers. Cassy did her best to follow her Master's example. She noticed that Windy used Jesus's technique. Cassy became increasingly aware that Windy seemed unusually quiet and at the same time was staring at the huge black man with fascination.

The Professor pushed back his plate with a sigh. "Wonderful dinner once again Momma. We missed you desperately the last two days."

"Thank you for the compliment but once more I have to share the credit with Cassy."

Cassy blushed and looked down at her plate. She heard her Master speak up, "Really, I did not know you could cook Cassy."

"I can't really. Momma is too kind. I just helped her." Her voice quivered with nervousness.

Momma laughed a soft kind chuckle, "She is learning more everyday. Soon she will be as good a cook as I am. She puts love in her food just like me."

Jesus spoke up. "If this pretty girl learns to cook as good as Momma, you will have to marry her Nathan, because if you don't, I will."

"Perhaps I will." His voice was cool.

Cassy squeaked in embarrassment. The Professor came to her rescue. "I don't know if either of you are good enough for her."

Momma stood up and said, "Cassy can you help me clear the table?"

Cassy nearly bolted into the kitchen. She got a tray but could not face going back out there. Momma bustled in after her. "You stay here and put the cheesecakes on the tray and get down some coffee cups. I will have William help with the dishes. Take a deep breath girl. They were teasing each other."

"I know. He would ever marry me."

"I never said that."

Cassy squeaked again and covered her face with hands. "I have never even thought about it. Oh my god. This is impossible."

"Not so impossible, pretty baby. My Master married me. Who do you think was the father of my babies? Now that I have completely agitated you, calm down. Take a deep breath and walk calmly out there and sit down like we have been talking about cheesecake."

It took every bit of Cassy's training in calm controlled grace to walk out to the dining room. Her Master and Jesus were arguing.

"I am not going to ride back on that motorcycle you crazy man. The only way you got me here on that thing was the threat that you were going to take her away from me."

"Well I sure as hell am not going to wedge myself into Cam's little Beamer to get you home."

The Professor's voice was happy, "Like I would loan you my car you, mad man."

Her Master's voice was final. "I will take a cab."

Jesus still had not given up. "Come on Nathan ride back with me. We can stop at some titty bar on the way home and get some drinks. Its been at least five years since we last got drunk together."

Windy could not resist any longer and she began to giggle. Jesus eyed her and began to say something but Momma interrupted him, "I think it is time for Windy to help me clean up in the kitchen."

Jesus protested, "I was going to ask her if she wanted to go to the titty bar with me. She seems like a good sport."

Windy spoke up boldly, "I know pretty nice one not too far from here, if you are serious. Or maybe you were just blowing smoke up my skirt."

His loud laugh echoed through the room. "A girl with spirit. Cam you must let me take her out for a ride."

Windy tossed over her shoulder, "I don't need his permission. I am free to come or go as I please."

Jesus grinned. "Nathan you are on your own. I have a prettier decoration for the back of my motorcycle." He followed Windy into the kitchen. "I will come help clean up in the kitchen."

William was sitting there with a big grin on his face. Acadia was openly laughing. The Professor shaking his head and laughing at the same time. Cassy looked at her Master and he gave her a meaningful look and then looked up toward her room and tipped his head. Cassy blushed, excused herself and headed up to her room.

He was behind her by the time she reached her door. His hands were on her as she pulled him through the door. Cassy feverishly tore at his clothing impatient to shed all barriers to the skin she so craved to touch. She felt his hands at the neck of her blouse and she gloried as she felt him tear in from neck to waist, buttons flying. His mouth was on her, taking her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard, his hands in her hair bending her, arching her back.

Cassy's voice was breathless, "Oh god." She pushed off her skirt, stockings and shoes in one movement.

He sank to his knees before her, buried his face in her cunt and inhaled deeply. "Oh hell yes." He wrapped his arms around her and lunged to his feet. Cassy squealed as he threw her over his shoulder. He reached up and soundly swatted her ass. "Silence."

He threw her down on the bed and spread her legs wide. He leaned down and licked the length of her slit. Cassy's hips surged toward him, lifting offering herself. He raised his head and snarled, "He's right, you are a tasty tidbit." His mouth seized her, sucking her tender inner folds into his mouth, his tongue flicking relentlessly.

Cassy could not hold in her moans. She covered her mouth with her hands. Her hips began to thrust against his mouth, their primitive rhythms calling to him. Her whimpers were pleading, "Please, Nathan please, I need you in me."

He looked up at her, a wicked smile crossed his lips and he leaned down again. He took her clitoris into his mouth and began to gently nibble on it. Cassy lurched and exploded, strangling down her cries. Still he did not relent. He pushed his fingers deep into her and found her g-spot and continued his attentions on her clit. Cassy writhed and groaned as her orgasm continued to spasm through her. She began to babble, "Nathan I can't, please, oh god please."

Finally he released her. He knelt between her knees and entered her almost gently, moving slow and deep with an easy rhythm. Cassy lay limp beneath him, still except for the long tremors of her fading ecstasy that shook her with each of his thrusts.

He pulled out, his hands urging her to turn over. "Hands and knees baby, up you go." Cassy was limp and malleable in his hands. He gripped her hips and began to thrust into her harder. Cassy moaned long low deep sound, punctuated by soft grunts as he lunged into her. She arched her back and began to lean back against his thrusts.

He reached down and began to stroke her clit with each thrust. Her moans became soft little cries of pleasure, her hips grinding and bucking. She froze and went rigid, her head lifted high, she softly said his name, and her whole body began to shiver.

His voice was harsh and deep, "Yes, come for me Cassy, fucking come on my cock you little slut." And he slammed deep into her and began to spasm as he pumped his come deep into her. When she felt his hot seed filling her Cassy began to convulse with her orgasm, her legs sliding from under her, falling to the bed with his weight on top of her.

Her voice was tremulous, "Are you angry with me?"

"With you? No? But angry yes." His voice was softer and gentler. "I guess it showed."

"What was it?"

"I let Jesus get to me. He was needling me about you all the way here, how I ought to give you to him. I guess I was jealous."

"I only want you. You are the only one I have ever wanted."

"Did I hurt you?"

"Hurt? No, I was just a little overwhelmed. It is pretty intense when you touch me down there right after I come. All my instincts are to pull away. When I stopped fighting it, it began to feel really good. I was also kind of paranoid about making too much noise and having everyone in the house hear. I know you said silence but I haven't figured out how to do that." Her voice got softer. "I am glad you came tonight."

"So am I. I have to get out of here soon."

"What time is it?"

"Almost 10:00."

"The Professor said that he had motion detectors on in the halls after 9:00."

"The worst he will do is throw me out. He won't hold you responsible for anything I do. He knows you cannot refuse me."

"He comes and gives me some sleeping medicine at 11:00."

"Maybe I should just stay here and say good bye to him before I leave."

"The longer you stay the happier I feel. Did you get my letter?"

"Didn't you get my reply?"

"You wrote me back?"

"This afternoon. Maybe the Professor hasn't had a chance to forward it to you."

"I haven't been on my computer since before lunch. It might be there. Could I go check?"

"Sure little one."

Cassy snuggled up to him one last time and planted a kiss on his neck. "I am not the only one that is tasty." And then crawled off the bed and headed into the bathroom. She got a washcloth and came back. "Let me clean you off." He smiled and lay over on his back, stretching luxuriously as she gently cleaned off his cock. Once Cassy was satisfied he was clean she planted a soft kiss on the moist skin. "There you go."

"Thank you little one."

Cassy could feel his semen starting to run down her thighs and she crammed the damp cloth between her legs. "You filled me up. I am overflowing."

"No apologies. It is your fate to be my vessel."

"When I feel you come inside me I have the most incredible rush of happiness. It is more than my fate, it is my passion, my destiny. I guess I will have to adjust to leaving a little trail of drips and puddles everywhere I go, like breadcrumbs."

Nathan laughed and gave her a spank on her ass. "It will make it easier to find you." Cassy yipped and scrambled from the bed and skipped into the bathroom. She carefully washed herself and picked out a clean dry washcloth she tucked it up between her legs. Pulling a nightgown over her head she came out and logged onto her computer. "If its there do you mind if I read it while you are here?"

"Go ahead."

There was no letter on her computer yet. "I guess the Professor will send it along tonight. Does he ever sleep?"

Nathan had pulled his clothes on and now sat down on the edge of the bed. "Cam? Not much. He is the most driven, intense, intelligent man I have ever known. He has a PhD in Psychiatry, a Masters in Psychology, and a bachelor degree in philosophy and another one in music history. I met him at college when he was in the music department. Cam kind of collects people. He calls us his family."

Cassy kept her voice neutral. "Are you lovers?"

Nathans voice was soft and open. "I love him. I have been with him, but not recently. I would again if the moment was right. Cam is a curious mix of emotional intensity and physical distance. I don't think he actually has sex with people very often. He has very particular ideas of what is the right moment. Jesus is a different story. He would fuck anything or anybody at anytime. That son of a bitch is the biggest slut in the world."

Cassy had a flash of insight. She crawled up into his lap, snuggling close, her voice muffled against his chest. "And you love him too."

"I was mad for him for the longest time. But he was too wild, too out of control. I could not take it. I tried to make him change but he would have none of that. That and the fact he was never going to let anyone dominate him and I don't think I could ever be happy for very long in a completely equal relationship. I kept trying to control him and we would have huge battles. We still are fighting."

"You like both men and women?"

"It has never mattered to me what the shape of the person was so much as their beauty, physical and mental. You are the most incredibly soft, quiet, gentle girl. Your tentative movements, your shy blue eyes shifting nervously, your quiet whispers, the trembling of your lips all scream to me. All that and your delicate beauty, I knew I had to have you the first time I saw you in the bookstore. I never thought I would fall so hard for you."

"You saved my life. I was close to killing myself when you found me. At first I think I chose to give myself to you because I was too afraid to die and it was just another way to lose myself."

"I knew you would go stand on the bridge."

"How did you know?"

"I had a private detective investigate you before I decided to ask you to come read for me. I wanted to make sure you were single, and not a druggie or thief. He couldn't find much about you so he mostly followed you for a week. He watched you when you were on the bridge."

"I always thought you could read my mind."

"You are easy to read. Your emotions show clearly on your face. That is why I got so worried when you started to disassociate more and more. Your face would become empty, you were gone, and I could not bring you back. It seemed like the harder I pushed you to stay with me the further you got from me. I reached out to Cam to ask him what to do. He wanted me to send you to him over a year ago but I could not bear to be parted from you. It took him a year of him counseling with me to get me to agree to let you come here."

"I am glad you decided to. I feel like I have woken from a dream."

"I was so afraid if you got better, you would change. That you wouldn't need me any more. I still am. Cam tells me that if you change, that I have to change along with you in order to keep you."

Cassy wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him fiercely. "He is right. I am changing, but so are you. You are not the same man I gave myself to so long ago."

"It hasn't been that long."

"It was a lifetime ago."