Reassessing My Life

"Oh, poorly, I suspect. But I also don't really give a damn. I'm more worried that..." I kissed the top of her head. "Everyone in her family, just about, seemed to be on her side. Most of my former friends, too, but I don't really care about them. I don't want to be the reason that--"

Cass quickly interrupted. "I don't give a shit about the family that sided with Kim. My Dad didn't, his family didn't, a couple of my saner cousins didn't. Anyone that did is either as bad as her or too stupid to want to deal with."

"Still..."

"No, not 'still.' I love you, Jason. She didn't, and I don't think she ever did. She just turned out to be really good at faking it. And if my family or our friends have a problem with me loving you the way you deserve? Fuck them. We don't need them in our lives. I've got what I need right here, and I don't give a shit about them." She stood and put her hand out to me. "Now come on."

In the bedroom, she pushed me into a chair, a wild light dancing in her eyes as her slender body danced for me. It was teasing and seductive: a slow swaying of hips, a gentle touch of hands on her thighs as she toyed with the hem of her minidress. "I've wanted to do this for months." Her jacket had been abandoned on the floor, and now the dress went over her head and joined it.

I gawped at the splendor before me. She hadn't worn panties, so all that remained was her choker and glasses. Her slight frame was fully exposed to me: that beautifully pale skin; her tiny beesting tits and their hard pink nipples pierced by stainless steel rings; a completely hairless pussy, with the most delicate, tantalizing lips I could imagine; another glint of metal between her legs, the first hint of what I would soon learn was another ring piercing her clit hood.

These alone would have been enough for me to want to immediately push her onto the bed and ravish her for the rest of the night and well into the morning, knowing myself to be the luckiest man on Earth. But what made me pause, what most overwhelmed me, was the art that was most intimate to her, in both senses of the words, the hidden masterpiece that adorned her body.

I won't describe it in its glory; it was hers, and private to her. I was honored to see it, and honored, as I had hoped, to be the last man to ever see it. But I will say that it was exquisite, a mix of art styles that could have easily clashed but instead came together into one single, perfect whole. She was like a medieval tapestry or an illuminated text, beautiful both at first glance and as one examined the detail. I could have looked at her for days.

There were a few bare spots in amongst the art, places that she had clearly left intentionally blank for reasons that were sometimes obvious and other times obscure; but what I realized quickly was that they were reserved for documenting her future.

Cassandra's smirk slowly disappeared, her bravado replaced with an uncertainty that pained me. She opened her mouth to speak, but I stepped into the silence and said, "You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen, Cass." I stood and kissed her, and her body molded itself to mine. It was not a gentle kiss; my tongue probed deeply into her mouth, and she devoured me in kind. My hands grabbed her ass and picked her up, carrying her to the bed before almost flinging her onto it.

She laughed as she bounced, but the laugh was cut short by a gasp as I knelt between her legs and began to suck and lick hungrily at that perfect bald pussy. My sexy little goth girl moaned at the way my tongue flicked both across her clit and her piercing, doubling the stimulation that she felt.

For a woman normally so talkative, her voice now only made sighs and whimpers. I pushed two fingers between her labia, inside of her tight, wet snatch, and she let out a low, needful groan. Then I found what I was looking for, the small raised bit of flesh inside, and hooked my fingers to press on it as my tongue lashed rapidly across her clit. Already close to orgasm, she howled with need as it took her, and then as she squirted into my mouth, crying and begging for more.

As Cassandra came down, panting, I raised my face from between her thighs and smiled. It was absolutely drenched in her juices, and she sounded slightly chagrined as she said, "I'm sorry, that's-- hnh-- that's never happened before."

I just laughed and gave one last slow, deliberate lick to her slit. "Better get used to it."

Her adorable giggle turned into a sultrier chuckle as she said, "Get those clothes off, Jase. Let me see you now."

Cass reclined on her elbows, one leg up on the bed and one hanging over the edge, bare sex lewdly on display for me. She idly toyed with her nipple piercings as she watched me undress, biting her lip in anticipation. There was an appreciative noise when my shirt came off; I hadn't gotten to the gym as much as I'd meant to recently, so that stroked my ego nicely.

But it was when my pants came off, and more specifically my briefs, that her eyes went wide with shock, followed by a gleefully horny expression. "Jesus Christ! Kim may have been Malibu Barbie, but you sure as fuck ain't a Ken doll!" Cass's hand slid down to her pussy, almost without intention, and she lightly fingered herself as I approached the bed. "It's, um, it's been a while, handsome. And never with someone so, ah, gifted."

In a reassuring tone, I told her, "I'll be gentle."

She tugged at a nipple piercing and chided me. "Baby, do I look like the kind of girl that wants to be fucked gently? Just gimme a minute to get adjusted, and then I want you to fucking ruin me with that thing."

I laughed as she clambered up the bed a bit, then kneeled between her legs. Cassandra's eyes never wavered from mine as I placed the head of my cock at her entrance, but then they dipped to look at it once more. She giggled, "I feel like I won the dick lottery!"

A voice in the back of my head told me not to say it, but the urge was nigh-irresistible. "So you're saying you wanna Powerball?"

The disgust on her face was something to see, part mock and part real. She finally grumbled, "Are you trying to get kicked out of this bed?"

My hand reached for her breast, hooking the nipple ring on one finger and tugging, forcing a little moan from her throat. "It's my bed, Cass, and you put yourself in it." I twisted it just a fraction, and she moaned louder. My glans pressed into her, and she grunted as I stretched that sweet little hole as it hadn't ever been before. "Whose woman are you, beautiful?"

She gasped, "Yours!" as I slowly, steadily fed her tight, hungry cunt what it needed. "Oh god, Jason, oh fuck! It's so big, so fucking big!" I eased my assault, not sure if that desperation in her voice was desire or discomfort, but then her legs crossed around my back, and I gave her my full length, plunging deeper into her than any other man ever had or ever would. "Oh, Jesus! God, Jason, I love it! I love you!"

Cass clung to me, arms and legs wrapped tightly around my body as I began to move in and out, steadily and slowly at first, then with long, almost punishing strokes. Her nails drew blood from my back, and I reveled in the painful, stinging manifestation of her lust. "What do you want, Cass?"

"Harder! Fuck me like a whore, Jase! Like your perfect little whore!" She bit me, nipping at my neck, whining and cursing as I ravaged her newly, roughly stretched hole. Then she was still and silent suddenly, her cunt fluttering around my cock and her heart hammering against mine the only motion I could feel in her body. Cassandra almost screamed in my ear, a long, loud wordless shout of triumph as she came around my dick, the one that was hers now and hers alone.

I felt more than heard a single, solitary sob as she relinquished her grip on my back, body exhausted for the moment. "Cass?" I went up on my elbows, worried I'd hurt her, really hurt her.

Her blissed out expression told me that nothing could be further from the truth. She giggled, "Yours." Another little giggle, "Fuck yes, yours." Those sweet lips kissed mine as she summoned the strength that she could to lean up, then she flopped back down onto the bed. "Goddamn, Jase. God fucking damn." Cass looked up at me with concern. "You didn't come yet. Are you--"

I flipped her onto her stomach, bringing about a sudden, wicked laugh from her, then chuckled in her ear, "Just wanted to take it easy on you at first, yeah?"

My gorgeous gothic whore groaned, "Oh god, don't tell me that was 'taking it easy.' You're gonna fucking kill me, lover."

She was still too noodle-limbed to go on her hands and knees, but that was okay; I pulled her up on her knees anyways, leaving her face pressed against the mattress. As I entered her again, I moaned, "God, you're so fucking tight, Cass. You're perfect."

My joking aside, this was the slow and easy time, letting her regain her strength a bit, and giving me time to focus on how good she made me feel. It was still fucking, still not gentle, but also not without tenderness. Little happy sighs were Cass's nonverbal vocabulary now, not the whimpers and desperate cries of our previous rutting. "Love that dick, Jase. My dick. All mine now, handsome." She giggled dreamily, " Cut a bitch if she gets near it."

I laughed and picked up the pace. "Better give it to you good, then." Cass pushed herself up to all fours, then reached back to place one hand on my hip as I fucked her, nudging my trajectory slightly now and then.

On a hunch, I wetted my thumb in my mouth, then placed it against the tight pucker between her cheeks. A new expression, more like a purr than anything else, entered Cass's lexicon of sounds; I interpreted it correctly, pressing inwards until my thumb was deeply embedded in her. "Better-- ah, fuck— better not get any ideas, Jase."

"Too late."

"L- later. You're too-- too big. Need to pre- prepare first." She looked over her shoulder at me. "But soon, baby. Soon, I promise. I want to be all yours, every part of me." That was enough for me, more than enough. Those beautiful eyes, the way they looked at me with love and devotion-- not submission, not exactly, because I couldn't fathom Cass truly submitting to anyone-- but a need to be mine, and a need that I be hers.

"Gonna-- fuck, Cass, I'm gonna cum!" That look of love had driven me over the edge.

The hand that had guided my hip pulled me tight to her, nails digging into my flesh. "In me, please! In me, lover!" She hadn't even finished her sentence when I erupted, balls tightening and unleashing a load of molten heat against her cervix as she came for the third time that night.

Afterwards, we lay together, gasping and panting, spooned on the half-bare mattress; somewhere in our frenzied fucking, we'd dislodged all of the bedsheets.Her long hair tickled my nose, but I pushed it to the side and kissed her neck, and she pressed herself back against me. "I love you, Cass. I love you so much, baby."

She sighed with contentment, quietly basking in the post-orgasmic haze. "Mmmm, me too, Jase. God, this is... you're so fucking scrumptious." Her head turned slightly, and I pushed myself up on one arm to give her a lingering, loving kiss before laying back down again.

We were quiet then for a while. I was lost in thought, and I'm sure she was as well, but we were also just enjoying each others' company and bodies, and exulting in the pleasant low-key happiness of our first post-sex cuddle. Then I felt her body tense just a little. "Cass?"

Her hand pulled my arm a little tighter around her. "Just thinking."

"About?"

"A lotta shit." She snorted. "First, how happy I was. This is way more... like, just way, way more than I ever expected. You know, I've had a little crush on you for a long time; I wasn't, like, in love or anything, but I always thought you were cute and sweet and just completely wasted on her. And then, when we got to be friends, that crush got a little bigger. And then you kicked her out..."

A little chuckle. "I tried to not look at it as an opportunity, because I wanted to be a good friend, but, well..." She patted my thigh. "We can see where that ended up. I fell in love with you somewhere in there, and I'm so glad it was mutual.

"And I was... I honestly felt so loved when you told me that you wouldn't let me do what I wanted to at the party, and why. I felt really... really seen, I guess, for the first time. When I knew that you understood how important... " She shook her head. "I just-- God, I love you so much." I hugged her tightly.

"But then, that got me to thinking about Kim. And I just felt sad. Sad about her, about what a fucking trainwreck she is. About what she did to you, how... as much as I love this, us being together, I hate that she did that to you. I hate that..."

Cass grew quiet for a moment, then softly spoke. "You are everything, on paper, that she should want. A hot, sweet, guy that can fuck like nobody's business and still provide for a wife and family. Like, you're a complete jackpot-- don't you dare make another Powerball joke-- and it still wasn't enough. Nothing's ever going to be enough for her. She's never going to be happy.

"And-- and she's a bitch now, but she's my sister. I used to love her so much, and I just..." She sighed. "I wish things could have been different for her. And that made me wish things could have been different for us. I wish... I wish I had met you before she did."

I chewed on that a little bit, then slowly said, "I don't think we would have worked out if you had." A little kiss on the back of her head quieted her almost-protestation. "I wasn't in a place where I could have let myself love you. I was... I think you would have really disliked me. The last few months have taught me a lot about myself and who I was, and I don't like the old me very much. I wish I hadn't married Kim, for a lot of reasons.

"But I think... I think maybe I needed to find out who I didn't want to be before I could figure out who I did, you know?" Another affectionate kiss. "And we're here now, together. However we got here, as much as it sucked, I wouldn't want to change that." She nestled closer to me, and I gave her a squeeze.

We snuggled up together for a few more minutes, but then I felt myself stir against her, and we didn't speak for a long time after that. Cass may have preferred a nice hard fuck, but I learned that she also enjoyed a nice, slow, languid lovemaking session. I pressed into her from behind and slowly took my lover again, hands cupping those tiny little tits and playing with her jewelry as she pushed back against me, taking my length into her welcoming pussy over and over again. She came again on my prick, and then one more time before I emptied myself into her and we drifted off to sleep, enraptured with each other as only new lovers can be.

The blank places on her stomach and chest, on the intimate places that she showed only to me, were filled over the years. Over her heart went our initials and a date when we were married. Other spots were filled with the names of our children. As she aged, and as she bore my sons and daughter, her body changed, adding texture and wrinkles to the art, remaking it anew. I watched as the tapestry of our lives together took shape on her skin.

When she would sleep, I would gaze in wonder at her beauty, both her art and just her. And sometimes she would wake as I stared, and she would invite me into her arms, and we would renew the love that had started to form when we were just kids, stumbling in the dark towards ourselves.