Lovebird Café Box Set

by Dylann Crush

  We held hands as we made our way through the cluttered lower level. Old pews, music stands, and stacks of tables and chairs loomed out of the darkness. This place hadn’t looked so creepy in the daylight. We finally reached the steps and climbed up to the main floor. The blanket and candles sat where Cassie had left them. I spread the blanket out in the middle of the aisle, then lit half a dozen candles and set them around the edges.

  Cassie stood in the middle of the blanket. As she kicked off her shoes she reached for my hands I pulled her close and we clung together for a long moment. Neither of us spoke. She lifted her head from my chest and placed a hand on either side of my face.

  “Cross my heart and hope to die, I love you, Robbie Jordan. No matter what happens tonight, I’ll always love you.”

  “Geez, Cass. How bad do you think it’s going to be?”

  She sat down on the blanket and pulled me down beside her. “I just know the first time usually isn’t so good, especially for a girl.”

  Squatting on my knees beside her, I brushed some hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear. “You sure you want to go through with this?”

  She bit her bottom lip. She knew that drove me crazy, then looked up at me with those big brown eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure. You?”

  I sat down and pulled her onto my lap. “Of course I’m sure. I love you. But we have plenty of time, Cass. I’m planning on spending the rest of my life with you. There’s no rush if you’re not ready.”

  She repositioned herself in my lap, wrapping her legs around my midsection, her flowery skirt riding up her thighs so far I caught a glimpse of the lacy edge of her panties. Her hands clasped behind my neck and she pulled my lips to hers. I swirled my tongue around her mouth, tasting the lingering flavor of her toothpaste. As my hands tangled in her hair, my dick strained against the denim of my jeans.

  “God, Cass. Slow down.”

  She pulled back and smiled. “Slow down? Really?”

  “I don’t want it to be over before it even starts.” I pushed her denim jacket down her arms, and she pulled it off and tossed it to the side. She laid back on the blanket, her hair fanning out behind her. Lightning flashed against the stained glass windows, illuminating the jewel-tone panes of glass. I hovered over her on my hands and knees and lowered myself to kiss her lightly on the lips.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  She grabbed a fist full of my T-shirt and pulled me down on top of her. “Don’t make me laugh.”

  I flopped down next to her then propped my head up on my hand. “It’s true. You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.” I ran my finger over the sliver of exposed skin between the hem of her tank top and the waistband of her skirt.

  “Well then you need to get out more.” Thunder rippled across the sky as she rolled to her side to face me and started kissing my neck.

  I wanted this to be so good for her. What if I didn’t last long enough? Jake had warned me I probably wouldn’t make it very long the first time. He said when he and Misty did it, the tip of his cock barely touched her leg, and he spewed like a fire hydrant.

  Cassie worked her way down my neck before she pushed me onto my back. Her hands edged up the hem of my T-shirt, then her lips fluttered over my chest, making their way down to the button of my jeans. My body tensed. Every time she lifted her head I caught a glimpse down the front of her shirt. All the blood in my body raced toward my dick. I needed to feel her. I reached up and fondled a breast in each hand over her tank top. Damn the shirt and bra. I fumbled with the hooks in back. It was like trying to unlock a padlock with bricks for fingers. Cassie pushed my hands away then sat up. She straddled my legs and unclasped her bra in one fluid movement.

  Beautiful. I slid my hands up under her shirt to cup a perfect breast in each hand. She closed her eyes. Moaning, she pushed her hips forward onto my crotch. I ran the pad of my thumbs over her nipples and they hardened. The way she felt, the way we were together, this was how it was meant to be.

  Rain beat down on the little white church, sliding down the steepled roof and pouring onto the ground outside. Sounded like a river roaring over us.

  Cassie leaned forward and I lifted her shirt, the bra along with it, up and over her head. I needed to touch her, to taste her. I sat up and lowered my mouth to her chest. She clawed at my shirt as I licked and sucked her nipples into hard peaks. I broke contact just long enough to whip my shirt off. She pressed her torso against mine and we stilled for a moment, her legs wrapped around my waist, her arms clasping me tight against her, letting the feeling of skin on skin settle over us before moving on.

  She moved first. Lowered her head and nibbled on my ear. Goosebumps popped up along my neck, coursing down my side. I raised my hips, pressing into her, letting my body show her how much I wanted her, how crazy she could make me. She pushed me backward and wriggled out of her skirt. Eager, I unbuttoned my jeans. Nothing but tented boxer briefs and a pair of light pink lacy panties stood between me and home plate.

  Parts of me had been inside her before. In June a finger traveled over the taboo territory, and a few weeks ago my tongue made the same trek. But the frenzied rush to come in the front seat of the truck had never afforded me the time to explore the lines of her body at my own pace. I rimmed the edge of her panties with a finger. She flung one leg over my hip and ground into me.

  I pulled away. “Slow down, Cass.”

  She drew back and smiled at me, then put her hand on top of mine and pressed them back down between us. I edged her panties down, exposing a triangle of fine, silky hair. My finger trailed down, past the curls to brush over her folds. Her legs bucked up and she writhed against my hand. I slid my finger inside. She was soaking wet. A drop of moisture squeezed out the tip of my dick making a dark wet spot on my briefs. I wasn’t going to last long if we kept this up. I pushed her panties down and she grabbed hold of my boxer briefs, dragging them down my legs.

  My dick sprang to full attention and she reached a tentative finger out to touch it. She’d never seen it in all its glory. Was she impressed? As her finger made contact, my muscles pulsed. “For fuck’s sake, don’t touch me. I won’t be able to hold back.”

  “You sure the whole thing’s going to fit?”

  “There’s only one way to find out.” I sat up and ripped open the foil wrapper I’d brought. I’d been too embarrassed to buy condoms from Ol’ Man Morris’s place, so Jake had given me a handful of his.

  Light from the candles flickered in her eyes as I unrolled the circle of latex onto my dick.

  “Is it supposed to light up like that?”

  A glowing greenish sleeve encased my rigid penis. I crawled over to the flashlight and pointed it on the ripped wrapper. “Fuck, Jake. He gave me a glow-in-the-dark one.”

  Cassie laughed, then laid down on her back and spread her legs. “At least we’ll be able to tell if it goes in.”

  I shook my head, wadded up the wrapper, then crawled back to her, my glowing dick bobbing up and down like a light stick at a night time parade.

  She covered up her mouth and tried not to giggle. “It’s okay, really. I’m sure it works the same.”

  Jake was probably busting his ass laughing at me right about now, but there wasn’t room for thoughts of him in my brain. Glowing cock or not, tonight was our night, and I was going to sink this bad boy before I lost my nerve.

  Bracing myself up on my palms, I positioned myself between Cassie’s thighs. “You ready, Cassafrass?”

  “Mmm.” She trailed a finger down my chest, past my belly button and cupped my balls. “Bring it home, big guy.”

  As I lowered myself down on top of her, I pushed into her. Where was the hole? Jesus, I couldn’t find it. My cock bounced around between her legs, searching for an entrance.

  Cassie reached down to guide the tip in. “Go easy on me, okay?”

  Warmth enveloped me. Every muscle strained. It took every ounce of control to hold back, and I was only about half an inch in. “Just give me
a minute.”

  Her fingers ran lightly over my sides. “Take all the time you need. I love you.”

  “Love you, too.” My hips nudged forward, pushing me into her just a tiny bit further. “God, Cassie, you feel so good. Am I hurting you?”

  “Not yet. Are you in?”

  I snorted. “Not even close.” I eased in further. Her body wrapped around me. She was so tight, so fucking tight. “I don’t know how much longer I can wait.”

  “Go ahead, baby.” She pushed her hips up toward me and took in a deep breath. “Just do it, Robbie.”

  I tried to push gently but it was too tight. Then Cassie’s hips thrust toward me, she gasped, and the resistance was gone. I sunk into her, my cock buried in the cocoon of her core. “You okay?”

  She didn’t answer, just wrapped her arms around my middle and moved her hips. I pulled back and pushed forward, slowly at first, fighting the frantic need to rock into her. Nails dug into my back, urging me on. I bucked up and with a final thrust, released seventeen years of pent up lust.

  Cassie held me close until the waves of release subsided. I looked down at her, candlelight bathing her skin in a golden glow. Something wet glistened on her cheek.

  “Oh, hell, Cass. Are you crying?” I rolled off and touched my hand to her cheek, wiping the tears away.

  “I’m fine. It’s just, I didn’t expect it to hurt that much.”

  “Damn. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

  “It’s okay. Had to be done. I’m just glad it’s over. Did you…was it good for you?” She bit her lip, waiting for me to respond.

  I laid my head down on her chest and held her tight. “God, Cass. It was like…I don’t even know how to describe it. It was…you were…it was fucking incredible. I felt so close to you. Like we were one person. Was it good for you at all?”

  Her nails lightly grazed my back. “I did feel close to you. I wouldn’t say it felt great. But…”

  “But what?”

  “How many condoms did Jake give you?”

  “I dunno…a handful. Maybe four or five?”

  She kissed the top of my head. “Do you think we could try again? I’ve heard it gets better with lots of practice.”

  My dick hardened again. I flipped over and nuzzled her navel with my lips. “Cassie Belmont, you are in luck. If there’s one thing Coach has taught me this season, it’s practice makes perfect.” My fingers teased her nipple to a point. “And I’m quite the perfectionist.”

  Turns out Jake had given me six condoms and we went through every single one. My dick glowed pink, purple, yellow and green that night, depending on which wrapper I pulled out of my pocket. By the time we got up from the blanket, we’d practiced to the point of perfection and Cassie had cried out to God, Jesus, and all things holy at least five times.

  A week later I gave her a silver cross on a long sterling chain for her birthday. The cross had a cut out of a tiny heart in the center. Her grandma said it was a nice thoughtful gift and very Christian of me. If only she knew the truth.

  Every time Cassie fingered that charm or saw a church, I wanted her to remember what she’d said. Cross her heart she’d love me forever. I also hoped it would remind her how I’d possessed her mind and spirit and worshipped her body in all of her naked glory in front of the Nestor County First Methodist Church’s altar.

  15

  Cassie

  Steam rose from the hot tub and I could barely make out Misty’s outline in the dim light of the patio.

  “Jump on in, water feels great.” Misty raised another full pitcher of margaritas in my direction. “Did you bring your glass?”

  I climbed up the steps and dipped a toe into the bubbly water. “Yeah. I guess one more won’t kill me.”

  After Heather had read my index card, Robbie called it quits on game night and the other guys followed suit. Misty put them to work cleaning up the kitchen since they boycotted her plans and rallied all the girls to head down to the hot tub.

  She topped off my drink before setting it in a cup holder on the side. “I’m glad we have a chance to talk. I’ve been meaning to apologize for the way Becca treated you.”

  I lowered myself in, the pressure from the jets prickling my skin. “What do you mean?”

  “I think she’s a little worried about you being back in town. You know, with Caroline gone.”

  “No big deal. She’s got nothing to worry about.”

  Misty cocked her head. “You sure about that?”

  At that moment, Becca opened the sliding glass door and came out onto the porch.

  I dunked my head under the water and held my breath. Maybe if I counted to a thousand she’d be gone by the time I came up for air. After thirty-two seconds, a lack of air in my lungs forced me to surface. Damn, she was still there.

  Misty raised her glass to me and I took a long draw on my straw. My grandma had always taught me it was best to take the bull by the horns. Either that or run fast enough to get out of the pasture before you got gored. Running appeared to be out of the question so I’d try to avoid her horns until I could figure out a way to get out of there.

  Becca hung her towel on a hook and dipped a foot in the water. “So, Cassie, when are you heading back to Texas?”

  “Couple more weeks.”

  “And you’re a chef?”

  “Yeah, how about you?”

  “I’m a telecommunications account manager. Basically, I blow sunshine up bigwig’s butts in hopes they’ll switch their company cell phone plan over to ours.”

  I pictured Becca actually blowing sunshine up someone’s ass. Her cheeks filled full of air and her lips attached to some schmuck’s giant hairy asshole. I giggled and set my glass down on the edge of the hot tub. I really needed to slow down on the margaritas.

  “What’s so funny?” She lowered herself into the water.

  “Nothing.” I covered up my mouth with my hand and snorted, inhaling a gulp of the chlorinated water. Choking, I pulled myself up on the edge of the spa and coughed. Dammit, I knew I’d drown this weekend, didn’t matter if it was metaphorically or physically. As I sputtered and contemplated which would be worse, death by drowning or death by Becca blowing sunshine up my ass, Robbie slid open the glass door and stepped out onto the patio.

  “Finished with the dishes, Misty. The guys and I are gonna take out the boat. Any of y’all want to come?” He walked toward me. My coughing fit had somewhat subsided. “You okay, Cass?”

  “Yeah, just got a mouthful of water.”

  He put a hand on my wet shoulder, the contact with my exposed skin sending a shock wave down my spine and causing a whole new series of coughs.

  “You might want to wait a few minutes,” Becca said, glancing at her phone. “Someone’s got a little surprise for you, Rob.”

  His brow knit into a frown. “What are you talking about?”

  Becca’s face broke into a big smile as the sound of footsteps tapped on the deck above our heads. “You’re about to find out.”

  “Where are y’all?” A woman’s voice floated down the steps.

  “Down here,” Becca called.

  “Is that…” Misty’s eyes widened in surprise. “What’s she doing here?”

  A head of honey blonde hair rounded the corner followed by a body made for sin. Bronzed skin looked like it had been kissed by the sun, and a skimpy halter top left little to the imagination. Micro shorts barely covered her butt and long toned legs stretched down into a pair of high-heeled sandals.

  “Caroline! You made it.” Becca jumped up and gave her a giant hug.

  This was Robbie’s Caroline? I tried, really tried, not to hate her on sight.

  “Y’all weren’t trying to have a party without me, now, were you?” Her gaze scanned past everyone and stopped on Robbie. “Rob. Oh baby, have I ever missed you.”

  His hand gripped the edge of the hot tub beside me and his jaw tightened. “I didn’t think you’d be back for a couple more weeks.”

  Car
oline cocked her head and covered the distance between them. I slid over to a seat across the water.

  Her palm smoothed over the front of his t-shirt and she tilted her chin up at him. “Aren’t you glad to see me?”

  Robbie shifted from one foot to the other. “Just surprised, that’s all.”

  She put her arm around his waist as she burrowed into his side.

  “Welcome back, Caroline. I didn’t know you were coming, but we’ve always got room for one more,” Misty said.

  The consummate hostess, I could tell Misty was trying to make the best of an awkward situation.

  “Thanks. I hope you don’t mind. Becca told me y’all were having quite the party this weekend, and I didn’t want to miss out. Thought it would be fun to surprise my man and come home early.” Caroline pasted a bright smile on her lips and looked around the circle. “Well, I think I know everyone here but you.” Her gaze stopped on me.

  I swallowed the lump in my throat. “Oh, hi. I’m Cassie. An old friend of Robbie’s.”

  “Well, look at that. We’ve already got something in common. I’m Caroline and I’m a friend of Robbie’s too.” Her tone took on an edge. Of course she knew exactly who I was and probably had ideas about what kind of friends Robbie and I had been.

  She reached for my hand. “Cassie, it’s so nice to finally meet you in person.” Her eyes narrowed as she spoke. “I’ve heard so much about you.”

  My face burned. Robbie had moved on from me to this…this glamzilla? She towered over me in her wedges. Bright baby blue eyes, perfectly straight nose. Full, permanently pink lips. Flawless skin. If this was his type, well no wonder he’d broke it off. She looked like sex on heels.

  “The guys were just heading out on the boat,” Misty said. “You’re welcome to join us in the hot tub if you want.”

  “Thanks, maybe I will in a bit. Just want to give Rob a chance to give me a proper welcome first.” She wrapped her other arm around him, giving him a side hug. “We haven’t seen each other in a long time.”