Connections

by Amber Bourbon

  “Well, yeah it is kind of late.” Zach sighed, “This night is a bust, isn’t it?”

  “It kind of is.”

  “What are you doing tomorrow?”

  Shayla shrugged, “I was going to hang out in my old bedroom and answer fan mail. I’m a bit behind. Why, what are you thinking?”

  “Want some company? I’ll bring over Starbucks.”

  Shayla smiled, “Okay, how about nine, not too early but not too late for morning coffee.”

  “Great, it’s a date then.” He kissed her cheek, “Do you want me to walk you home?”

  “It’s okay; I’m right around the corner.”

  He nodded as he looked at the street sign, “Ahh, of course. Well I will see you at nine, good night Shayla.”

  “Good night Zach.” She smiled as she watched him walk down the street towards home. “What an unexpected evening.”

  CHAPTER FIVE

  The air wasn’t as cold as Cassandra had been expecting it to be down the shore. She sat on the front porch of her beach house, listening to the waves against the sand as the tide rolled in and out. She was still a little chilly, but she just zipped up her hoodie and already felt warmer as she watched the moonlight reflecting on the water, enjoying the quiet around her.

  Here she felt free from pressures of who she was supposed to be, who she was expected to be. Back in the city, she always felt like she had to be someone else. The meet and greet in Kansas had been cancelled at the last minute, and she’d never intended to go to Orlando. Not now, not when she needed time to escape from work and expectations.

  “Cass?”

  Cassandra turned towards the doorway to see Jordan Leigh, wrapped up in her old, worn bathrobe. “Are you coming to bed?”

  “I’ll be up in a few minutes.”

  Jordan didn’t like that answer as she came out onto the porch. “Honey, what’s wrong?”

  “I’m just decompressing, that’s all.” Cassandra looked at the woman in front of her. The moonlight providing enough light to silhouette Jordan almost perfectly. Her bathrobe was loose enough that Cassandra could see her breasts weren’t covered, and she suspected that the only thing she had on, was the robe.

  “I think I know what you need.” Jordan opened her robe and dropped it, letting the ocean breeze tickle against her naked body.

  Cassandra smiled, knowing that Jordan was trying, yet something was missing, she was starting to feel disconnected.

  “Cassandra, can you really look at me and tell me you have no desire to fuck me?”

  She did have a desire to fuck Jordan, to kiss this naked woman all over, taste her wet, hot pussy, hear her call her name out in pleasure. Yet she wanted more. “You know I want you.”

  Jordan sat on Cassandra’s lap, “Right here, right now. Fuck me. No one is around.” She took Cassandra’s hand, moving it between her legs, letting her fingers feel the wetness from her pussy. “You like that don’t you Cass? You want more don’t you?”

  Cassandra felt her body grow excited herself as she felt how wet Jordan was, as she kissed her neck down to her breasts before sucking deeply on one of her nipples.

  “That’s so good Cass; you know just how to touch me.” Jordan was louder then she normally was when they were together like this, taking advantage of knowing most of their shore neighbors weren’t around.

  Cassandra looked up at Jordan, “Tell me what you want.”

  Woof, Woof!

  The women froze as they looked out in front of the porch and saw that they were being watched by a man and his dog. Jordan jumped off of Cassandra and grabbed her robe.

  “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to watch.” He took a few steps towards the women, “I’m Gavin, I’m housesitting next door.”

  Jordan didn’t say anything and went inside.

  “We didn’t realize anyone was around.” Cassandra stood and walked towards the edge of the porch, really taking in what this new man looked like. “I think my girlfriend is a bit embarrassed.”

  “No need, the two off you looked like you were enjoying yourselves.” Gavin couldn’t look away from Cassandra, “This is Max, I guess he heard you ladies and wanted to investigate, he doesn’t normally want to go out this late at night.”

  Cassandra nodded, “Gavin, would you like a glass of wine?”

  “Are you sure? I should leave you ladies to get back to your love making.”

  She had an overwhelming feeling that if she let him walk away tonight, she would be missing out on something. “No, the mood is lost, for now. Please, come in. We’ve got a nice Pinot Grigio chilling in the fridge.”

  “Well if you insist.” He took his leash and started to tie Max to the banister.

  “You can bring him inside, it’ll be fine.”

  “Well, if you’re sure.” He looked down at his shaggy rescue dog, “Max, you better be good.”

  Cassandra led Gavin inside as she looked up the stairs, “Jordan, come down and meet Gavin our neighbor. I’m opening up the wine.”

  There was silence upstairs for a moment before Jordan’s defeated voice called down, “I’ll be a minute or so.”

  Cassandra moved into her kitchen washing her hands quickly before retrieving the wine from the fridge and three glasses. “So, you’re watching which house?”

  “The Danbury place, they’re off in Australia for a few months and didn’t want to leave it unattended.”

  “That’s the nicest place on the beach, must be nice. Do you do anything else?”

  “I’m a freelance writer.” He watched as she looked for the corkscrew, “You look familiar, have we met before?”

  “No, I would remember you.” She pulled open a drawer, retrieving the corkscrew. “I’m Cassandra by the way.”

  He smiled, “You’re on that soap.”

  “Yes, I am. Please, let’s keep what you saw this evening between the three of us.”

  “But of course, I have no reason to go telling. Besides, I think if any of my friends found out I got to watch to hot women in the midst of a passionate moment and I let the dog bark and ruin it they would kill me.”

  “They probably would.” Jordan entered from the back staircase; she wore a baby doll nightie that was tight across her chest. “I saw no reason to cover up more than I had to. Our neighbor has probably already seen enough to fill his spank bank.”

  Gavin smiled, “Well, I would be lying if I didn’t say I did see a very erotic showing from the two of you.”

  Jordan looked over at Cassandra, “You remember that thing I suggested we do the next time we were down here?”

  Cassandra took a moment to think back, Jordan was always coming up with different ideas of things they could do. Then it hit her. Jordan had suggested the next time they came down to pick up a guy for a little ménage fun. “Jordan, don’t push it.”

  She pouted as she poured herself a glass of wine, “You’re no fun. All I want is some pussy and some cock and you won’t go along with it.”

  Gavin watched the women; he could feel the passion between them as they argued. He almost didn’t want to stop it, “Ladies, shouldn’t you ask me if I want to be involved with both of you?”

  “See, he’s interested.” Jordan smiled, “Come on Cassandra, you know you’re craving a hard cock deep inside your pussy.”

  “That’s not what he said.” Cassandra poured her own glass of wine and one for Gavin, “Here, I think we’re all going to need it.”

  “I am a man, I would be lying if I didn’t say I’d dreamed about being with two women at once, but I thought you were Lesbians.”

  Jordan chuckled, “No, we’re both Bisexual.”

  Cassandra nodded, “It’s true. We both swing both ways. Part of why we work so well together.” As soon as she said it, she knew that it wasn’t exactly true; they used to work well together, now something just wasn’t feeling right.

  Gavin took a large gulp of the wine before studying both women. He couldn’t have asked for a more attractive pair, he could’ve be
en stuck with rejects from The Jersey Shore after all. “Let’s do it. What’s the worst that could happen; you two push me out of the way? I would still get to watch, wouldn’t I?”

  Jordan laughed, “You’re cute.”

  Cassandra looked at her glass of wine before downing it all and almost slamming the glass down on the counter, “Let’s do this then.”

  Jordan pushed herself up onto the counter, spreading her legs apart revealing to Gavin in the first clear view her wet pussy.

  Gavin looked over at Cassandra and smiled before he crouched down so he was on level with Jordan’s waiting cunt.

  Cassandra stood back for a moment, watching as Gavin pleasured Jordan in a way that she was used to doing. She was shocked when she realized that she wasn’t jealous that Gavin was doing this and she wasn’t. No, she was jealous because she wanted to be the one he did it to.

  Cassandra let that realization sink in, knowing now that this was probably the last time she and Jordan would be at the shore together. She had two options, she could run away and let the fear of being alone take her over, or she could have some fun. The fun she wanted right now was between Gavin’s pants and she was determined to get to that before Jordan did.

  Gavin could barely believe this was really happening as he felt Jordan’s heels digging into his back, her fingers in his hair as she pushed his face against her pussy. He wasn’t sure who was hungrier for this, him or her.

  He almost didn’t know how to react when he felt Cassandra below him, unzipping his jeans, her hand taking his cock from its prison and start stroking him slowly. He’d almost lost his mind when she took him in her mouth; the sensation of her tongue had driven him wild.

  Jordan started to release her sweet ecstasy as she cried out in pleasure. He slowed down his movements, teasing her, driving her towards the next wave just as he couldn’t hold back anymore. He sucked on her clit hard as he came, hearing her cry in the kind of pleasure only available from pain and shock.

  Cassandra licked and sucked on Gavin’s cock like it was the last Popsicle on the hottest day in July and it was her only relief from the heat. When she’d released him from his jeans, she’d been overwhelmed with the thickness and length. Never would she have guessed looking at him that he had this aching to break free from his pants.

  She swirled her tongue around the head of his cock, hungry for that release she expected at any moment. She could feel her own arousal growing hot and wet between her legs.

  Jordan’s cries of pleasure rang in Cassandra’s ears as her mouth filled with Gavin’s hot cum. She swallowed each drop, as she urged him to release more with each pump of her hand.

  She could feel the last of him slide down her throat before she released him from her mouth. She heard a slight pop sound as she pulled off his cock looking up at his body, sheen of sweat starting to build from the work out of the sexual pleasures.

  “I want to see you fuck her.” Jordan commanded from her perch on the counter, her legs still spread showing off her pussy that was wet with her own juices and Gavin’s saliva.

  Gavin said nothing as he reached out to touch her clit, the sensation almost bringing her to her knees. He caught her with his other hand and pulled her closer to him. His lips met her neck with a fiery trail of kisses while his fingers teased her clit like a master musician.

  This was what had been missing. A passion, lust, pure meaningless sex that didn’t come with the trappings that surrounded her and Jordan, for once in what seemed like far too long Cassandra finally felt free enough to embrace her desires and needs.

  “Not in the kitchen.” Her voice was husky, deeper then she expected as she clung to Gavin’s body.

  “Where then?” His voice was hot against her hair.

  “Upstairs, I want you to fuck me until you physically can’t anymore.” She purred as she watched Jordan bringing herself to another climax, her fingers covered in her sex honey as her eyes followed them up the stairs.

  CHAPTER SIX

  Shayla stretched out in her bed, having had trouble sleeping all night. She kept thinking about Zach and how close they’d gotten to having sex in the storage closet on the field. She could still feel his touch, like a phantom next to her in the bed. Part of her was desperate to feel his touch again, to discover what kind of heat he was packing between his legs.

  This house had been a bustle of noise earlier; she’d heard her parents downstairs preparing to go to the football game like they did every single Saturday this time of year. She’d avoided them so far, and she was okay about that. She hadn’t gone to a High School football game since her senior year, and right now so no reason to go. It would only lead to an argument with her mother about her career anyways.

  Not long after her parents had left, she heard her brother and his wife arguing about paint or something and they’d gone off to do whatever. All she cared about now was that Zach would be coming over and she wasn’t sure she’d be able to keep her hands off of him. The thought of throwing him down on her high school bed and riding him until he couldn’t come anymore was making her dripping wet.

  She heard the doorbell chime throughout the house and she threw back the blankets and pulled on a pair of shorts. She stopped quickly to look in the mirror and grabbed a hair tie, pulling her hair up off her neck and adjusting her t-shirt so one side fell off her shoulder.

  “I’m coming!” She called out as she reached the first landing and the doorbell chimed again.

  She pulled open the door, shocked to not see Zach standing on her parents’ porch. Her heart raced faster then she’d ever felt it before, sure she was having a heart attack despite her so far perfect health when her eyes met with the man ringing the doorbell.

  This couldn’t be happening, could it? What the hell was he, of all people doing here?

  “Can I help you?” Shayla felt self-conscious, in a way she’d never felt before, she felt smaller and younger, like the lost young girl she’d been years prior.

  “I have popcorn for Mrs. Daniels.” The small child’s voice snapped her into reality as she looked down at the child who probably couldn’t older than eight.

  “I can take that, does she owe you anything?” Shayla looked around, wondering where her purse was.

  “No, she paid when she ordered.” He smiled and grabbed his father’s hand. “Have a good day.”

  “You to,” Shayla stood in the doorway, watching as the child led his father down the front steps, as the father turned back and smiled the same smile Shayla knew so well. She was finally breaking her gaze when she saw Zach getting out of a car with two cups from Starbucks, stopping to talk to the man.

  They were friendly, the obviously knew each other.

  Fuck.

  Shit.

  It should’ve occurred to Shayla earlier.

  “Isn’t it early for popcorn?” Zach’s voice broke her from the trance.

  She looked down at the tin in her hands, “Oh, um, my Mother ordered it.”

  “Ahh, yeah Brad’s son I guess is the top seller in his troop.”

  “Brad?” Saying his name out loud sent a chill throughout Shayla.

  “He’s my agent, small world running into him huh?” Zach handed her one of the red cups.

  “Thanks, and he lives here in town huh?” She hugged it in her hands, processing all of this. Why the hell has Brad moved here of all places? Why not into the city?

  Zach nodded, “Yeah, and he’s having a party this evening and invited me, and I would love for you to come with me. So what do you say?”

  “Yes, sure,” Shayla couldn’t believe she was agreeing to this, she had to still be asleep and this was a dream.

  “Wonderful, it’s cocktail attire, but I’m sure you’ve got something since the reunion is on Tuesday night.”

  “I do I’ve got a great little black dress right in my room.” Shayla smiled, trying to think of the positives of this situation as she led Zach up to her room.

  He stood in the doorway looking at the artifa
ct of her past, as she pulled a dress out of her suitcase.

  “What do you think?” She held it against her body, showing that it would be form fitting and short, perfect for him to show her off in.

  “I love it, and I can’t wait to see it on you.” He took a step forward and kissed her quickly on the lips. “So, you still want to answer fan mail?”

  “It can wait, let’s go raid my old VHS collection and see if we can find anything to watch.”

  “Sounds like a plan.”

  Shayla could feel the butterflies building in her stomach as she pulled on her cocktail dress, feeling the smooth fabric against her skin, thankful that her lace panties didn’t leave a line. The straps however left her feeling more exposed then she felt comfortable with considering who was throwing this party.

  Yes Brad had seen her naked, hundreds of times, he’d touched her, licked her, fucked her more ways than she could even remember. He had also used her to convince clients to sign on with him. She’d dropped to her knees a few times for the signing bonus blow job; a few times she’d even fucked them.

  Brad had made it worth her while though, at least she’d thought so at the time, looking back now, perhaps she was starting to realize it hadn’t been her smartest moves.

  “Brad, I don’t want to just blow some guy.” Shayla looked up at her older lover, yearning to just be his, for him to just be hers.

  “Baby, I wouldn’t ask you do to this, if I didn’t think it was the only thing I have left to offer to get him to sign with me.” Brad smoothed her hair, giving her that soft smile that always made her feel safe.

  Shayla sighed as she looked out into the restaurant at the young college football star. He wasn’t unattractive, she would admit that. It wouldn’t be that different than what she used to do on the train right? “Are you sure this will get him to sign with you?”

  “Baby, if you do this I’ll make it up to you.”

  “How?” Shayla pouted, knowing that when she did that he couldn’t resist her.