Duet

by Remy Marie

  “Wow! That was amazing! Then that kiss at then end! Whew! Let’s give a hand for TJ and Cassie!”

  The crowd applauded as we bowed then exited the stage. Another act followed us, but we didn’t pay them any mind as we sat back down at our table.

  “Wow, TJ…”

  “Before you say anything, I love you. I’d have always loved you. Since that day in the back of my van, I’ve wanted to kiss you. For five years, I’ve sat on those emotions, never acting on it until now.”

  She smiled and reached out for my hand. “I’ve wanted to kiss you as well. I know this is crazy and we’re young, but you’ve been on my mind. I want you, and nothing but you. I love you, TJ.”

  She leaned forward and kissed me once more. The second kiss was better than the first as we stayed tongue locked. When we broke away, there was a fire in her eyes that made my cock tingle. I had to have her. Taking out a few twenties in my wallet I tossed them on the table and grabbed her wrist.

  “We’re leaving,” I growled.

  ***

  We barely made it inside the apartment, as we stumbled over each other. Clothes were shedded quickly as we made our way to my bedroom. In nothing but her bra and panties, Cassie was a sight to behold. Her lush ebony breasts were pushed up by a black satin bra and a lace pair of boy short panties covered her smooth ample curves. Just admiring her, made my dick plump in size. I was harder than a damn rock. I had to have her.

  I picked her up and carried her into my bed. Laying her down on her back, I pulled away her panties leaned forward, and inhaled her feminine aroma. My heart was racing thinking of the next moments to come. Laying delicate kisses along her inner thigh, I felt her body shudder. Her chest moved franticly as she gasped for air. Anticipation was in the room as she yearned for more of my touch.

  Slowly, I inserted a finger inside her, she moaned, and her fingers grasped the bedsheets around her.

  “Oh, TJ,” she gasped. As my finger sunk in, I massaged her, stroking her softly.

  “Keep going, TJ. Keep going,” She begged.

  “Does that feel good?” I asked.

  “Yes. Oh, yes. TJ!” She purred.

  I added a second finger and she melted in my hands. Her back arched and toes curled as a soft scream left her mouth.

  “Ohh,” she exclaimed as the pleasure washed over her.

  I jagged both fingers in and out of her, the quicker my pace, the more I felt my digits become coated in her juices. I could tell she was on edge, which only turned me on more. Removing my fingers, I leaned forward and devoured her. She tasted sweeter than cream as my tongue lapped around her outer edges. Above, Cassie was a ball of emotions as she squirmed from my touch. Finding her clit, I swirled my tongue around it, sending Cassie to the next level as she screamed. She grabbed my head and pushed me deeper.

  As my tongue continued to assault her pussy, I swore she spoke in tongues, screaming out inaudible phrases that I couldn’t understand. Her body bucked and thrashed like a wild stallion. I had to grab her hips just to keep her in place. With another loud gasp, Cassie came. Looking back up, Cassie held a weary grin.

  “Goddamn,” she claimed.

  I arched my eyebrow, and replied, “I’ve been wanting to do that for some time as well.” I kissed her once more than walked towards my end table. Grabbing a condom, I ripped away my boxers and rolled the rubber down my hard cock. Cassie’s eyes were on me the entire time as I walked back towards her.

  I dragged her hips towards the edge of the bed and inserted myself slowly. As I sunk inside her, Cassie moaned. She closed her eyes and clutched the blankets around her. She was tighter than I imagined, but she felt amazing. Looking down at her, she looked like a black goddess. I started off slow at first, but as she became more relaxed, my pace increased. The faster I went, the louder she became, moaning my praises as I made love to her.

  We shifted in bed, with her on top, and me on bottom. Laying in my back, I watched as she removed her bra and tossed it aside. Looking at her large brown globes released from their confinement, nearly make me cum early. Her dark nipples looked like little chocolate kisses as I squeezed and rolled them in between my fingers. From the action, she tilted her head back and moaned. Sitting up, I grabbed her back, and shifted my hips, drawing her in close. We were in rhythm together as we made love. Two souls melting together to be one. Could we be more romantic?

  With our faces meshed together, we kissed as our bodies ground against one another adding another level to our sexual tango. With a animalistic growl, I twisted, and we switched positions with me back on top. Cassie giggled with glee as her fingers combed through my hair. Her fingers slowly glided down my spine towards my ass.

  Grabbing my butt cheeks, she begged, “fuck me.”

  I need no other motivation as I kicked it into fifth gear. I moved my body like a madman, as both of us moaned and groaned from the pleasure. Cassie’s legs arched, and on cue I grabbed them pushing them behind her head to give me greater penetration.

  “Fuck!” She screamed as her body contorted. Cassie’s breathing increased as her body thrashed below me. I continued to pound into her as I watched the waves of pleasure crash into her. With a loud scream, I felt Cassie explode. I soon followed as I groaned and came. When we were done, we both cuddled close together, naked, sweaty and exhausted.

  “That was amazing,” Cassie gasped.

  “Yeah,” I replied, combing my fingers through my hair.

  “I’m so happy this happened. I’m not going to lie this is why I came to visit you. I’ve always wanted you.”

  “Same. I actually made a wish that this would happen.”

  “Like a close your eyes, blow out your candles wish?”

  I laughed. “Well when you say it like that it sounds embarrassing.”

  “Sorry!” She grinned.

  “No, it’s okay. The wish was something like that. After our talk last week, I walked to our school’s fountain and made a wish. The fountain is famous for granting wishes. Mostly it’s used to pass an exam, but in this case, I used it to start a relationship with the woman I love.”

  “So, you tossed a coin in and made a wish?”

  “Yeah, basically. I wished that our relationship would move to the next stage. Then the next day you called me out of the blue wanting to visit. I hate the use the word, but it feels like fate.”

  “I know right.” Cassie smiled at me, while I pushed back her hair behind her ear.

  “I love you. God, it still gives me goosebumps when I say it.”

  “Good,” she grinned. “I love you too, TJ.” We kissed once more and snuggled into bed together before drifting off to sleep.

  ***

  I woke the next morning to my cell phone going off. When I shook off the sleep, I saw Cassie’s naked body, slumbering next to me. It was unreal that we slept together last night. However, not to dwell on the past, I hopped out of bed and rushed to get my phone. Without looking at the number, I answered.

  “Hello?”

  “Hi, is this TJ?” The unfamiliar voice asked.

  “It is.”

  “Great. I’m Chad Dennis Listen I got your number from the host at the open mike night at Kelly’s Gastropub. I’m a music producer and I would love to get you and your girlfriend Cassie in the studio for an audition.”

  My jaw dropped and I was speechless.

  “An audition?” I found myself repeating stunned.

  “Yes, your performance with her was breathtaking. You both can sing beautifully. Do you have any original songs?”

  “I Ugh…”

  Cassie stirred in bed and sat up rubbing her eyes. “Who is it, TJ? Hang up on them and come to bed.”

  “It’s a music producer. They loved our duet and wants us to audition with original songs.”

  Cassie seemed to wake up instantly, as she flung the covers off and ran towards me.

  “Seriously?” She asked.

  I nodded and placed the call on speaker.

  “Hello, Ch
ad…I’ve placed you on speaker with Cassie.”

  “Hi, Cassie. As I was telling your boyfriend, I really liked your act at the bar and want to bring you in for an audition. I’d asked him if you had any original songs to play, but I never got a…”

  “Yes! Yes! We do have original songs.”

  “That you can both play together?” Chad asked.

  I looked at Cassie wide eyed, unaware that she had written songs that we could both sing.

  “Yes, we can sing a duet to them.” She replied, staring back at me with a smile.

  “Perfect, then we have a spot open this afternoon. Do you want to swing by? Is that okay?”

  “Of course!” She blurted.

  “I’ll text you the details then. See you soon.” The phone call ended, and I stared in disbelief at Cassie.

  “This is crazy!” I shouted. I kissed her then hugged her. “What luck!”

  “I know right.”

  “But…the original songs. You’ve seriously written some?”

  “Tons,” Cassie grabbed her bag and took out a notebook. Sure, enough there were dozens of lyrics written on its white pages.

  “Wow, I can’t believe this is happening. We have to practice!” I shouted. I began to put my clothes on in haste, but I was halted the moment Cassie touched me.

  “There will be time for practice, but first I think we should celebrate.”

  “What did you have in mind?” I grinned.

  She grabbed my chin and kissed me deeply. When we broke away, her hands crept down to my cock, and began stroking me softly. With a naughty grin she said, “I’m sure you can think of something.”

  A Sneak Peek at Never Have I Ever: Westcliff University Romance Book 1

  This is trash. This is the worst story I’ve beta read. His sentence flow is terrible, he’s missing words and each paragraph begins with the character’s name. It’s like he’s never read a book in his life. Not to mention, his romance plot is so predictable.

  I rubbed my temples trying to focus on revising someone’s work. My only hope to get myself through this disaster of a story was to repeat the amount of money I was making from reading it- one hundred and fifty dollars, one hundred and fifty dollars. Repetition was my savior.

  “Christina! Are you ready to go out?” my friend, Stacy, called out. “CHRISTINA!” My roommate burst through my bedroom door. “It’s nearly nine at night, we need to…and you’re not even dressed.” Her smile flipped from a smile to a frown.

  Judging by her expression, my sweatpants and pink T-shirt were not appropriate for a fraternity party.

  “Please tell me that is not what you’re planning on wearing?” She asked placing her hands on her hips.

  Compared to my comfort-wear, my roommate’s fashion choices screamed for attention. Her hair and makeup were perfect and would make an Ulta model jealous. Her gold sequin mini dress was blinding as the light reflected off to different areas of my bedroom like a disco ball.

  “Please don’t tell me that is what you’re planning on wearing?” I parroted. “Are you at least going to wear a jacket? It’s freezing outside and they’re forecasting snow later.”

  “They will have the heating on in the house. I’ll be fine.” Stacy retorted.

  “You do realize that you’re walking outside from the Uber to get inside the house. Are you planning on running in your stilettos?”

  Stacy gave a casual shrug and walked towards my closet. As she rummaged through my clothes she responded, “If that is what it takes to keep this look, then yes. I plan on hooking up with Todd tonight.”

  I rolled my eyes at the reminder of Todd. He was my friend’s on and off again boyfriend.

  I guess they are back on again.

  Stacy seemed to be in her own world mumbling to herself and pulling out various clothing options.

  “…And… what about you? Are you inviting the one guy you were talking to on Tinder? What was his name... Uh Adam?” she asked, breaking the silence.

  Ugh…Adam.

  My roommate frowned at a black romper she found and shoved the clothing back in the closet with force.

  “Adam was a bust.”

  Just thinking of his dull voice made me want to vomit.

  “He was cute!”

  “We also didn’t have anything in common,” I snapped, folding my arms.

  “That’s not the point of Tinder.” She turned from my closet with a naughty grin and created a sexual gesture, by sliding her index finger through two fingers. My mouth dropped, and I tossed a sock at her. She laughed and resumed her intrusion of my closet.

  “If I’m going to have sex with a guy I just met, I want a deeper connection than just having a mutual appreciation of our bodies.” Stacy rolled her eyes at my answer.

  “You’re in college. These are the best years of your life. Hooking up with cute guys is okay. Stop playing it safe. Life isn’t like any of these romance books you’re always buried in. You’re not doing yourself any favors by convincing yourself otherwise. Find that suitable gentleman after college. Right now, find a hunk of meat and fuck his brains out. Then dump him the next day, or as I like to call the ole hump and dump.”

  “Are you referring to a one-night stand?” My hands grew sweaty from thinking of the dirty deed.

  “Yes, exactly!” she shouted. “There’s nothing wrong with it. Besides, the guy you’re screwing is thinking the same thing. Both parties usually want it. Especially the guys at Gamma Alpha. Hit it and quit it is like their motto there. This frat party is your best chance to score.”

  I bit my bottom lip as I stared at Stacy.

  I’ve had sex with two different partners. Once with my high school boyfriend and the other with a guy I met freshman year. Both experiences were different, but I had a real relationship with them prior to being intimate. That’s what made the sex real. I can’t imagine what sex would be like with someone you just met.

  “Earth to Christina? You’re making that face again. Stop overthinking this. Having a one-night stand is a personal decision. No one is telling you what to decide.”

  Aww hell.

  “Alright.”

  “Is that a yes for coming to a party with me, or for casual sex?”

  “For both.”

  What in the hell am I doing?

  Stacy grinned mischievously.

  “I need about ten minutes then we can go,” I sighed.

  Stacy nodded and then tossed a pink cocktail dress on my bed.

  “You’re wearing this, I’ll see you in the living room.” Stacy left my room as quickly as she entered.

  I sat dazed for a few seconds, questioning if my prior commitment was valid. Part of me wanted to cancel my plans and watch Netflix in bed, but I didn’t want Stacy to be at the party alone. Feeling trapped in my choice, I took a deep breath and finished my beta reading report. Opening my gmail account, I emailed Falloutboy182.

  Dear Falloutboy182,

  Please don’t take any of my comments the wrong way. They may seem harsh, but iron sharpens iron. I think if you correct your grammar and word choice, the sentence flow would improve. As for your romance plot, I thought it was a bit too predictable. Joel and Evelyn’s, meet-cute was fine, but afterwards, they didn’t hit any road blocks. It seems like they met, kissed and then moved to a happy ending. That’s not how romance works. There needs to be road blocks. Road blocks that separate the two characters from falling for each other. Without these obstacles, your story sounds like a fairy tale, that I’m reading to my niece. Add some road blocks to your plot.

  Sincerely,

  MountaineerGal1993

  I tried my best to not sound like a bitch in my email, but his story needed more work.

  You will never learn to swim if you don’t sink first.

  I frowned when I sent the email. I hate being a bitch to my customers.

  I got up from the desk chair and stared at my roommate’s choice of clothing on my bed.

  I don’t even remember purchasing this dre
ss. Did my mom give it to me as a gift or did Stacy give it to me?

  I shook my head at the thought and then walked to my closet. I dressed in a pair of jeans and a thick pea coat instead. I complemented the outfit with a pair of high-top Nikes’. After dressing, I grabbed my pink beanie and rearranged it over my long blonde hair. Applying lip gloss was the extent of my makeup. Satisfied, I left my room and found my roommate on the couch.

  She was reviewing her eyeshadow job in a pocket mirror after I closed my bedroom door. She snapped it shut, placed it in her purse and frowned at my outfit.

  “You know Christina one of these days, I’m going to make you to wear a dress. You may be as skinny as a rail, but God gifted you that ass. Show it off occasionally.”

  “Do you think I should change?” I asked, studying my outfit, regretting that I did not wearing my roommate’s choice of attire. The more I looked at my outfit, the more nervous I became.

  Shit, what if I was wrong? I’ve never had a one-night stand before. What if my attire was too casual? Maybe I should be wearing a dress.

  “Christina, Hey?” Stacy said, interrupting my internal debate. “When I said you needed to wear a dress, I didn’t mean, what you’re wearing is bad. You look cute. Just go with it. Just consider switching up your style once in a while.”

  “Oh okay,” I frowned as I looked at myself once more.

  “Don’t take my tone as negative. I’m just surprised. You not wearing a skirt or something. Sexy dresses are the standard men-hunting outfits, but what you’re wearing works, in a fashionable geek sense.”

  “Are you sure,” I asked, feeling a dry lump grow in my throat.

  Stacy laughed at me and rolled her eyes. “Yes, girl. You’re beautiful as it is. Any guy would find you attractive with or without the slutty attire. Damn girl, I love you, but sometimes you just need to stick to your guns and not fall in line with what others think. You like to act all independent, but when someone says something opposite, you immediately hop on board without thinking. It was just a comment. Don’t over think it.”