Muskoka Ch.06

"Of course she was." She was spewing venom at me that was aimed for another person, but I took it anyway to let her vent.

"You have every right to pursue art, Cas. I support you completely."

There was a misty longing tint to Cassie's stare, like part of her was being held behind from feeling complete. "I just can't swim anymore, ya know? I'm through with it."

I grabbed her hand and closely anchored it to mine, letting her rest her head on my shoulder. "You do whatever you want, your Mom will come around in the end. You know she loves you."

The girl balancing on my right side was silent, save for her sniffling. "We should go back."

"Not until you're ready."

She smiled up at me. "You'll wait with me?"

"Of course." I smiled back and kissed her forehead, letting her burrow her face in my chest.

"You smell good." She whispered. "Like the lake, but fresh."

My arm was raised behind her and I was combing my nails across her head, spreading her hair into tidy little rows and scratching all the stress off my girl. "You like it?" I asked, to which she purred happily and nodded in response.

"I like YOU." She sighed, slowly starting to feel sleep over take her.

"I love you too."

Cassie bolted upright and tugged her hand from mine in one swift pull. "You...what?"

I was speechless. I had realized a fraction of a second too late that she had said like, not love, and I was going to scare her off completely.

"I thought you said love!" I was panicking, but so was she, so it evened out.

"I didn't! Why did you say love?"

"I don't know!"

"Me neither. Is that what you feel?"

"Maybe."

"Maybe?"

"Yes, maybe! I don't fucking know it slipped out!"

"How does that slip out?!"

We had ended up standing by now, the shouting causing too much energy to keep us in our seats. Cassie looked defensive in her stance and I was just trying to defuse her anger.

"You can't just say shit like that, Garrett, so what the fuck?"

"Cas, calm down."

"Don't call me that, I'm not a child, don't talk to me like a child." She had clearly moved from defensive to offensive. "I thought we were just having fun, we didn't have to worry about feelings."

"I'm not worried about how I feel, just about how you feel." I tried to take a step towards her but she backed off and threw her hands up at me.

"And how do you feel?" She asked me.

"I've never felt so close with anyone in my life, somebody who I can tell anything to. I never get tired of seeing you, and nobody makes me as happy as you have."

"You've only seen me the past couple days, Garrett. This is insane." She was nervous, her cheeks were bright red and her eyes were fluttering. Maybe she was just trying to hide how she really feels about me.

"Don't tell me you don't feel a connection." I was starting to get upset, and it was coming through. She bit her lip and bit back her immediate response, settling and sternly ordering me. "You need to leave."

"What? Leave?"

"Now, please."

"Are you coming with me?" I asked, but I never got an answer. She sat down on the bench and locked her attention to the skyline, watching the moonlight tickle the riverbanks that wormed their way around and through the behemoth of a lake before us.

I turned to leave and hoped she would call out to me, but she didn't. On my way back to the cottage I had time to dull myself to the immense rejection I had just experienced. I walked into the living room, loudly illuminated by the chanting and rooting aimed at the military shooter game flashing on the TV.

My brother was firing bullets at Kyle as they weaved in and out of the maze-like village they were dropped in. Tiny bits of the wall were being thrown into the air with every loud crack from the rifle my brother's character was holding.

Deb was sitting with my Mother out on the porch, sipping a coffee and clearly ranting about something we couldn't hear through the porch door.

Dinner had been finished and cleaned up, with two plates left out for Cassie and me.

I stood behind the two gamers on the couch, watching them duel to the death while Sophie, Jensen, Cameron, and my Dad cheered them on. The dads were rooting for Kyle, while the kids were adamant that Adam would clinch the victory. He was only a few points behind, so a comeback was still possible.

"Look who's back." Adam was talking to me, but didn't have the time to spare to look at me, eyes fixated on the television only to watch his character be gunned down by Kyle's character, from behind a green dumpster down the street from him. "Dammit!"

"You're not gonna win this one, Rico." Kyle had his mouth hanging slack jawed as he poured all his willpower into crushing my brother into dust.

The game was close, with Kyle raining bullets down on Adam from atop a balcony. He dove behind a car, ripe with vivid orange flames, and returned fire with a grenade launcher. There was no time to react; Kyle was blown from the veranda down into the street where he landed with a sickening THUD.

Debris and chunks of cement were hailing into the street as well, covering Adam in rebar and dust. He made his way through an abandoned kitchen, keeping a firm eye out for his opponent.

A crunch turned him around and he had only a second to take cover behind a worn out stove top before the room was lit up by muzzle flashes and a flurry of ammunition.

"I got you pinned now, man." Kyle's gun had over one hundred bullets in one magazine, making it difficult for Adam to find a window where he wasn't going to end up riddled like Swiss cheese.

"Not quite." Being resourceful, he rolled a flashbang grenade under the table near Kyle's feet and ducked as it went off, sending the blinded soldier into a frenzy of wild shooting until his ammunition had run dry.

Taking advantage of this split second of lowered defences, Adam vaulted over the table and unloaded nearly half his clip into Kyle before his body hit the floor.

"Nice one." Kyle grumbled, unsure of whether or not he even wanted the compliment to be heard by his competitor. I could tell my Adam's smile that he definitely heard.

The battle raged on, with explosions and gunfire serving as ambiance for my daymare (day dream + nightmare). Cassie had broken me, I felt like half a person with even less of a soul. I thought I was in love, I thought I had found somebody I could be myself with. I thought wrong.

After watching them finish off their match and start up another one, I gave up my interest and decided to retire to my red room bedroom. Just as I was about to say goodnight, I heard the front door swing open and close. Without saying a word to anybody, Cassie darted into her bedroom.

Her slamming of the front door had alerted Deb that her daughter was home, and she immediately left my Mom on the porch and went into Cassie's room, not saying a word to anybody else as she passed by.

After waiting for what felt like hours, but was probably only a few minutes, I gave up waiting for Cassie to come back out. I walked out to keep my Mother company and planted myself beside her, taking a drink of her tea.

"Peppermint?" I inquired.

She shook her head, still looking over the rolling waves. "Spearmint."

"They have spearmint tea, now?" I took another drink; it really was quite tasty.

"I suppose they do, what a time to be alive."

"Ah, Mother, how I have missed your sarcasm."

"Nobody misses my sarcasm." She laughed and finally turned to me to kiss me on the cheek. "But thank you, honey."

"What were you and Deb talking about?" I was full of questions this evening.

She explained Deb's side of the story to me, going into detail about just why she was so against Cassie quitting swimming. She said everything I had already known; it cost them money, they wanted her to stay committed,

"Who cares if it costs money, everything costs money." I was quick to leap to Cassie's side, despite the bad blood boiling between us.

"But they've spent years supporting her through tournaments, and training, and championships."

"There's a difference between championships and tournaments?"

"Apparently."

That's when I heard a sentence that chilled my bones more than anything had before. Debbie opened the door and said blankly; "She's asking for you." I swallowed my nervousness and left the balcony, creeping past the ever-violent nature of men.

"Holy shit, was that your arm?" Kyle was sitting crossed legged on the floor, trying to get closer to the action.

"Kyle, watch your language." Cameron jumped in.

"It's okay." Sophie and Jensen said in unison. Their close knit bond was starting to become very reminiscent of the twins in The Shining.

"And yes," Sophie piped up. "That was his arm."

"Awesome." Kyle whispered.

Seeing as the group were all being kept busy, I left them to their game and went to knock on Cassie's door. "Come in." Her tiny voice slipped through the door and sent a cold shiver through my neck.

When I walked in, the first thing I noticed was how dark the room was. Her blinds were only open a crack, letting in just enough light for me to recognize the girl in front of me, dressed in a way I thought I would only be able to imagine.

"Wh-When did you buy that?" I could hardly coax the words out.

"When I went into town while you played drinking games."

She was standing proudly sporting the most incredibly sexy lingerie I had ever seen, illuminating the room, with her bright red attire. Her breasts were held elegantly by two strapless cups, with a small bowtie being squished between the mountainous breasts I was zeroed in on. They were being pushed up slightly, giving the most incredible view of her cleavage. It took effort to rip my eyes from her chest, but the rest of her was equally stunning.

Her milky white legs were crossed one foot over the other, leading up from her painted toe nails up her long, toned limbs and ending between her thighs, where there was a very revealing, almost see through, red lace thong.

Her hair was dropped down around her shoulders, flowing over her back and letting parts of it dangle over her shoulders to her chest while managing not to block the view of her breasts.

I could see the outline of her lips through the fabric of her thong, and the bright red of the lingerie went hand in hand with her red pubic hair. The finishing touches on the outfit were the ruby earrings dangling from her ears, catching my attention.

"So, you're not mad at me anymore?" I was praying this wasn't some sort of cruel, twisted prank designed to turn me on then shoot me down.

"I was never mad at you, Garrett." She took baby steps towards me, timid and nervous. "I'm a lonely person, and I like it that way. I don't have boyfriends because I don't like being tied down. I don't like spending time with anybody for more than a couple days in a row."

"Got it, thanks." I turned to leave while I still had a shred of dignity.

"That being said," She was being louder to catch my attention before I left entirely. "I don't know what it is about you, but I like it. I really do. I think you're a really, really great guy."

"Well, as we've seen, I'm not really on the 'like' page anymore, and I'm sorry about that. Hell, I'm not only on a different page than you, I'm on a different chapter. I'm in an entirely separate goddamn book."

"I'm not much of a reader, but I think that your analogy is way off."

"How's that?" I was getting agitated at her toying with me, I was seconds away from storming off until she changed my mind entirely with a handful of sentences.

"We're not in the same book, we aren't in a book at all. We are a piece of paper being blown around the world with three words written on it. Three words I should have been ready for days ago, three words I was too afraid to admit to myself I felt for somebody I might never see again. Three words I..."

I stood silently and waited for her to finish her sentence.

She wiped a small tear from her eye and frowned adorably. "Oh my god, you idiot." She smiled.

"Excuse me?"

"Now you're supposed to tell me you love me again so I can say it back and we can kiss."

Without hesitation I was across the floor and picking Cassie up, wrapping her feet behind my back and hugging her with every ounce of love I had to give to another person.

I moved as fast as I could to the bed and dropped us onto it, kissing her more passionately than I had since we'd arrived here.

Her lips were sliding over mine, making little suction noises whenever one of us pulled away from the other. My shirt was off by now and she was already making her move to get my pants off, too. I kept kissing her, holding my hands on her hips.

As long as I was with Cassie, I felt safe. I didn't have to worry about what part came next, all I had to do was let my body go on autopilot. She had already unbuttoned my pants and was trying to shimmy them down, along with my boxers.

I kicked them off and pinned her to the mattress, biting and kissing softly at her neck while my fingers diligently worked at her bra. I felt the clasp give way and the red covering came off without a hitch. It was like being exposed to her chest for the first time all over again.

Her perfectly hard nipples were sticking out and asking to be played with. Gravity was making her breasts fall to the side a bit, but still keep their incredible perkiness. I ran my hands up from her hips to her chest, licking her nipple and blowing on it. She arched her back and moaned softly.

My teeth were grazing over the nubs, my tongue playing with them. I sucked on the pointy pink bullets until I thought I was going to leave a permanent hickey, but she didn't seem to mind. Little kisses were planted along the top and sides of her heavy chest, while my free hand played with whichever of her boobs my mouth wasn't latched onto.

I slowly edged down to the last part of her still covered in clothing. Lifting her legs made it possible to tug the underwear off of her. She was so wet that it was visible from over a foot away, desperately begging me to see how much punishment I could inflict on her with my tongue and fingers.

I, for one, was eager to find out.

Long strands of sticky juice were connecting between her lips, breaking as I effortlessly eased two fingers inside of her. She was bearing down on my hand, trying to get my fingers as deep as I could get them. I felt the tips of my digits pressing against her g-spot, digging into the squishy texture and dragging my fingers along the roof of her vagina.

"Oh fuck, keep doing that." She begged through little gasps for air.

I kept pumping her hole while I let my tongue poke softly at her clit, circling it and gingerly sucking on the small button that was causing Cassie to seize up with every long lick of her slit.

The savoury taste of her sweet honey was pouring over my taste buds, and I gratefully swallowed every drop she gave me. I was sucking on her clit as my fingers, now having three of them inside of her, were fucking her roughly and rubbing against her g-spot with every push in.

Her mews of pleasure were enough to convince me I was doing something right, so I decided to push the limits. My pinky finger poked at her asshole, rubbing against the rubbery, bumpy surface before wiggling inside. She gasped audibly, trapping my head between her legs as she closed her thighs around my ears.

Not even this stopped me as I worked my pinky in as deep as I could get it before scraping against the walls of her tiny back door. I was now working three fingers into her sopping wet pussy, while the tip of my tongue flicked against her clitoris, and my pinky finger slid easily in and out of her asshole. She was so wet, that she was starting to drip her wetness down onto my pinky, making it that much easier to finger fuck her butthole.

Small beads of sweat were starting to form on my brow from how hard I was working to bring Cassie to an orgasm. Lucky for me, I was only seconds away from doing so.

"Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck." She squealed just before she came, locking up her joints and tightening her muscles, including the muscles that were already tightly constricting my fingers. I felt like her vagina was going to crush my fingers, but I kept delving them back into her as she rode her orgasm.

She wasn't thrashing like you see girls do in movies, she was trying her hardest to just stay conscious through the plentiful waves of lust that were overtaking her. Her bum was tightening up to a degree I'd never felt before, and I thought for a second I would genuinely lose a finger.

But then, like it had never happened, her orgasm ended and she relaxed for a second. I thought she was asleep until I felt her fingers tracing the length of my dick. "Somebody's happy to see me." She giggled and took a firm hold on the object of her affection, stroking it slowly.

Cassie pulled me from my sitting position on my knees and I tumbled onto the bed. Her tiny frame slid between my legs and she wrapped both hands around my throbbing cock, stroking it up and down with fascination. The warmth and tight grasp of her knuckles was starting to get to me, and coupled with the fact that she then spat on my rod and used it to lather up her long, focused pulls.

My mind was liquid; I was in a dream state letting Cassie do whatever she wanted to my lower half. The surges of pleasure were practically leaking out through my skin at this point, unsure if I was in heaven or not.

Her tongue danced in long licks and tongue flicks, touching every possibly part of my unrelentingly hard member. It was slithering around like an agile, pink snake and getting more or less all of my cock covered in wet, gooey saliva.

She gobbled down the first four inches of my dick and sucked gently, timing her head bobs with her hands currently infatuated with my balls. Her head would lift up just as she dug her fingers into my balls with a firm gentleness and nurtured them with squeezes and tugs. Then, she would drop her head back down and swallow as much as my length as she could, usually until her nose was buried against me, at the same time softening her grasp on my balls and scratched them with her nails. Shivers were ricocheting around my body, sending bursts of near orgasmic sensations through my stomach.

My toes even started to curl when she sped up her deepthroating, banging my dick against the back of her throat and gagging at it every time.

I knew she was loving having time to play with me however she wanted, but both of us were slowly craving sex more and more, so we did what any two sensible people would do;

We fucked.

Just as I started sitting up, Cassie pushed me back down and shuffled her way up my legs until I felt my cock head brushing against something creamy and soft. No words had to be spoken, we were so in tune with each other sex could be speechless. But where's the fun in that?

She slid the end of my dong through her lips to get it slippery enough to bottom out on her first drop down. She wiggled the first couple inches in and took a deep breath, reaching back and spreading her ass so she could literally plummet down into my lap.

And she did just that. With one hard drop and a small whimper of pain, Cassie sunk my cock into her stomach with one thrust. "Jesus fucking Christ, Garrett. You're too big."

"It's okay, baby, just go slow now." I was stroking her hair with one hand and holding her hip steady with the other.

She let all the air from her lungs and proceeded to slowly rise off of my pole. The infinite tightness of her hole made it easy to feel every wall let go of me as I was dragged from Cassie's muffin. I would only be exposed for a second before she steadily let her hot little pocket swallow the remaining inches of my cock.