Cassandra sighed, “Because I took the time to reflect on who I am, who I want to be. I think you need to do that as well. I’m sure someone is up to fulfilling your sexual appetite, but that’s not me anymore.”
Jordan nodded as she looked down at herself, “God, what a fool I’m being.”
“Go home, if I find anything that’s yours I’ll bring it to work tomorrow.” Cassandra hugged her gently.
Wrapping her arms around her tightly Jordan didn’t want to let her go. She started to nuzzle Cassandra’s neck, her lips planting soft, gentle kisses leading up.
Cassandra pulled away, “We can’t Jordan, not even to say goodbye.”
Jordan reached for her, “Please Cass, I need you.”
She closed her eyes; bit her lip for a moment, trying to figure out her thoughts, feelings in this moment. It would be so easy to give in, to make love to Jordan right now, right here. She felt Jordan pull her close, their lips meeting in a soft urgency Cassandra had never felt before.
Jordan’s hands worked their way under Cassandra’s sweater, her smooth skin under her fingers until she reached the clasp of the bra.
“We shouldn’t do this Jordan.” Cassandra leaned her body in as she said it, knowing part of her wanted this last moment, wanting this to be closure.
“Let us say a proper goodbye.” Jordan stepped away from Cassandra as she moved towards the bedroom door. “We were together for far too long, not to say goodbye.”
Cassandra watched as Jordan disappeared into her bedroom. She knew they didn’t need to do this to say goodbye, yet at the same time, she wanted to do this. It felt like something she had to do. To finally let this chapter close.
The scent of garlic hit her nose, and she stopped in the kitchen, turning the burner off, grabbing a can of whipped cream. She might as well have fun in this goodbye, shouldn’t she?
Jordan was already naked, stretched out on the bed, waiting to be devoured by Cassandra. She smiled when she appeared in the doorway with a can of whipped cream.
“Naked already? That’s half the fun, peeling your clothes from your body.” She pulled her sweater and t-shirt off, revealing her unclasped bra which she quickly discarded.
Jordan sat up on the edge of the bed as Cassandra came towards her topless. Her hands grasped the button of her jeans as she leaned forward, kissing the soft skin of her stomach as she pulled the zipper down.
Cassandra pushed her jeans down with one hand while she had the other clasped on Jordan’s bun. Her feet pulled her jeans off, thankful that her panties had gone with them. She pushed Jordan back on the bed aggressively as she shook the can of whipped cream.
Jordan watched as Cassandra pulled the lid off with her teeth and put her finger on the trigger, aiming the can at her breasts and then naval.
Cassandra felt the shock of the cold cream on her body before she threw the can on the bed, crawling towards Jordan. “Hungry?”
“Starving” Jordan moved closer licking the cream off one breast and then the other while picking up the can. “The naval is a start, but you know what I want Cassandra. What I always want.”
Cassandra rolled onto her back, spreading her legs. She couldn’t deny how aroused she was right now with Jordan as she sprayed her pussy and thighs with the cold whipped cream.
Jordan’s tongue moved like a hungry kitten licking up the cream strategically on her thighs before moving to the main dish of Cassandra’s pussy. The sweetness of the cream mixed with the saltiness of Cassandra as she slowly tasted her, teasing the different folds with flicks of her tongue.
Cassandra was surprised by how turned on she was at the moment, she felt herself get lost in the moment as she looked down only seeing the top of Jordan’s head. She was close, her body eager to release when Jordan pulled back, her hand rubbing her own clit as she watched Cassandra’s confusion.
“Pussy against pussy.” Jordan’s eyes were dark and confident as she pulled Cassandra’s leg around her as she moved closer.
Cassandra bit her lip as she saw the glistening on Jordan’s pussy. She moved closer until she could feel the wet heat against her own. Their legs grew tense as they held on to each other as they began moving against each other. The proof of their desire mixing, dripping on their legs as a passion Cassandra hadn’t felt with Jordan in far too long released.
Jordan let Cassandra’s leg go and started to rub on her other leg as she started to quiver with the pleasure she’d been craving for a week.
Both women were panting, as they lay back on the bed. After a minute or two Cassandra jumped up and went towards the bathroom before looking back at Jordan, “Get dressed, leave your key on coffee table. That was a very good Good-bye.”
Jordan stared at her, “You’re fucking kidding me. We make love and you think you can just kick me out? Like I’m some fucking whore.”
“Your words, not mine. I said we could do this as a good-bye, not as a welcome back.” Cassandra slammed the bathroom door behind her.
Jordan flipped the door off and looked around for something she could throw, finding a picture frame, hurling it towards the wall, hearing the glass break as she exited, finding her clothes.
This hadn’t worked. She thought if anything could it would be a seduction. She couldn’t have been more wrong as she took her keys from her bag and slammed them down on the table, pulling her clothes on. “Go to hell Cunt!”
Cassandra heard Jordan call out before the door slammed shut. She stood under the hot water of the shower, soaping up her body, feeling sick with herself over what had just happened.
It was over now. Jordan knew it. She would have to accept it.
The damage was done.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Carter was thankful that the day was over. All day long he’d been dealing with teenagers and their raging hormones. He only cared about one teenager’s hormones and his own. As he got out of his car he tugged at his tie to loosen it.
The afternoon was sunny, but the fall air was crisp the promise of winter just around the corner. This also meant that in a few weeks he’d be off work and get to enjoy several days of doing nothing until Zach came back from Colorado ready for his big city move.
Carter could barely believe that his twin brother was going to be playing for the Yankees. They had both dreamed about it as children, yet it was coming true. At the very least Carter could live through his brother.
When he opened his door, something wasn’t right. Something was off, the air was filled with cinnamon, pine, and something he couldn’t put his finger on. “Hello?”
Eva came out from the hallway with a box of Christmas decorations, “Hey! I didn’t expect you home so soon. I thought you had a meeting after school.”
Carter rubbed his forehead; he wasn’t in the mood for her right now, not that he ever really was. “No, that’s tomorrow. Most of the Yearbook staff is at the Newspaper meeting today.”
“Oh, well I was going to set this up for you. I know decorating really isn’t your thing, but I thought you could use the holiday spirit.” Eva put the boxes down on a table.
“Listen, you need to go Eva. I don’t want to decorate, I just went to make some food, take a shower and go to bed.”
“It’s three-thirty in the afternoon.” Eva reminded him.
He bit his lip, “Eva, go away.”
“But Carter--”
“Go.” He opened the door, finding Amanda walking up the front steps with a cookie tin.
Eva stared at Carter for a minute, and then at Amanda. “I see, well I think I get what’s going on here.”
Amanda was confused as she watched Eva grab her bag and storm towards the door.
Eva stopped in front of Carter, her acrylic nail pointed towards him, “You should be ashamed of yourself you sick fuck. I get it now. You’ve been using me, stringing me along this whole time, so you could what, try and fuck the neighbor girl?”
“I’m just bringing over cookies, my Mother asked me to.” Amanda clutched the coo
kie tin to her chest.
Eva turned and laughed, “Oh please, I’ve seen the way you’ve looked at him for years. You’ve been waiting for him to seduce you, haven’t you?”
Amanda stammered, “I’m a, I’m a, virgin.”
Eva rolled her eyes, “Doubtful. I should go to the school board. But I won’t. That would be way too easy for you. Both of you.”
Carter and Amanda stood in silence as Eva stormed down the walkway towards her car across the street. Watching as she flipped them off as she drove away.
“I am so sorry about that, she was just here when I got home. I told her to leave and you showed up, with cookies.” He let Amanda into the house.
“My Mother really did send me over with them; I found the note when I got home from school.” Amanda kept her arms wrapped around her chest. “This isn’t a good idea, is it?”
Carter realized just because it had felt so good to be with her, that they shouldn’t keep this up. “No, it’s not. We need to stop this, at least for now.”
Amanda nodded, “After graduation, maybe if things haven’t changed.”
“Tell your Mother thanks for the cookies, you’re grade is already an A in my class, she doesn’t have to bribe me.”
“I think she’s trying to butter you up so that you don’t complain about the construction she wants to do this summer.”
“Let me guess, gazebo in the backyard?”
“Yeah” Amanda smiled softly, “I should go, I feel like your friend is just circling the block waiting to catch me leaving hours from now.”
“She probably is crazy bitch. I’ve been trying to get rid of her for years. I guess I’m finally fed up enough.”
“You know, Carter, maybe we don’t belong together, but sometimes we get so obsessed with an idea, we can’t see the reality. I think that’s what is going on with your friend.”
“When you get older Amanda, you’ll find that some things are ridiculously obvious, and others are just a mess, when they shouldn’t be. This is one of those things. I’ll see you in class tomorrow. Go work on that paper I assigned today.”
Amanda left the cookie tin on the couch and went to the front door, “Thanks Mr. Jensen.”
Carter just nodded as he watched her leave. He locked the door after her, leaning against it as he tried to figure out when his life became this. What had happened to his dreams? His hopes and passions? Had he gotten so used to the attention as small town charmer that he let himself ignore the dreams he had?
He tore his tie off and flung it on the couch, when had he decided to be a teacher? That had never been his goal in high school, he’d been a star Baseball player, and he’d had his pick of the girls, and had chosen Shayla.
He grabbed a beer from the kitchen and went up to his bedroom. His head was spinning now, and all he wanted to do was sleep. Let the events of the day wash away from him. Let it be over.
Tomorrow it would start again, a passionless day of teacher; yearning for something he wasn’t even sure what.
Collapsing on the bed, he closed his eyes, hoping that his dreams would lead him to a passion he forgot, a dream misplaced, some sort of answer on what he was supposed to be doing.
The air was cold, evidence of breathing creating a fog from her mouth as she walked up the front path. It wasn’t too late for this, was it? No of course not.
This plan could not go wrong. Everything was perfect for this. She had the right outfit, the perfect accessories.
Carter would see this. He would see what he’d been missing this entire time, and he would know how much she loved him. How much she needed him. She unlocked the front door, putting her keys in her pocket before starting to ascend the staircase.
It was now or never.
The bedroom door was open while Carter lay asleep on the bed, still in his clothes from earlier.
He looked peaceful, content almost.
“Carter?” her voice was soft as she leaned over him as she removed her jacket, revealing her black lingerie underneath it. “Carter?”
He stirred, pulling his pillow closer to him, not awake yet.
“Carter, take me!” Her voice was more forceful then she’d ever used before.
He sat up, blurry and confused with sleep. “What?”
“Take me.”
He could smell her perfume and he felt sick as he realized this wasn’t a dream. “How did you get in here? What time is it?”
“I used my key silly.” She crawled onto the bed. “I need you Carter, why do you deny me over and over again?”
“You deserve more than me.” He wasn’t sure he even bought his answer, but his mind wasn’t clear enough to deal with her right now. “This isn’t the time to talk about it.”
“Then when is the time?”
“Daylight! Not when you sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night you fucking psycho!”
She stared at him, her eyes wide like an innocent cartoon animal as she scooted off the bed, reaching for her jacket. “Don’t call me a psycho.”
“Just go before I call the police.”
“You don’t want to do that.” She pulled out what looked like it could be a water gun, but he wasn’t sure.
“Then leave.”
“You think this is fake don’t you?”
Adrenaline rushed through him, “I think that if you really loved me, you wouldn’t even think about shooting me. I think you’re obsessed with the idea of me. But damn it Eva, I’m not the right man for you. You’re not the right woman for me.”
“Who is? Shayla Daniels? Didn’t you hear she’s been whoring it up since before you two started dating. Now she’s probably spending her afternoons sucking your brother’s cock, instead of yours.”
Carter kept telling himself the gun wasn’t real, it couldn’t be. Why would Eva even have one? “Eva, you know Shayla isn’t the woman I want. I don’t know what I want.”
“You want me, why can’t you see it?”
“Because it’s not true.” He stood up, trying to keep from shaking.
Eva shook her head, “Don’t move!”
Carter could see the light on in Amanda’s room. He could only hope that she’d heard the yelling and called the police. “I’m not moving.”
“Good, you need to understand Carter that I have been waiting around for you for a very long time.” She put a hand over her heart, “I’ve waited while you fucked that slut Shayla. I waited while you slept with every girl that crossed your path at college, and when you slept with the married teacher when you were student teaching.”
“You know all of that about me, why would you want to sleep with me?”
“Because, I love you.” She started to beat her chest with a fist as tears ran down her face.
Carter was at a loss of words as the distant cry of police sirens made their way closer.
“I need you Carter.”
“You need more of me then I can give you.” He confessed as he heard his front door splinter under the force of officers.
Everything became a blur of movement, the sound of a gun going off echoing in the room and the cry as Eva fell from the impact of shooting.
Carter was frozen as he realized she hadn’t shot anyone, her aim had been off and all that was injured was the wall.
He’d asked for some clarity, he wasn’t sure if he’d gotten it. All he knew now was he needed to realize that he had been a crappy friend to Eva, and probably to anyone else that had crossed his path over the years.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
Cassandra banged on Shayla’s dressing room door, “Come on, you can’t hide in here all damn day.”
“Yes I can!”
“No, you can’t. We need to be on set soon.”
Shayla opened the door, her hair down, her clothes baggy and loose. “Why couldn’t Addison at least wear something that fit? She doesn’t know she’s been kidnapped. She thinks Bella is letting her figure crap out at the cabin.”
“Because Addison is supposed to be above us
and not give two shits about her appearance. Well as much as any soap character can.” Cassandra pushed her way into the room. “You can’t avoid her forever.”
“I know. I have to film with her later today.”
“Ouch. Well use this anger if you can.”
Shayla sighed, “I’m not sure it is anger.”
“Listen.” Cassandra sat in front of her friend, “I already have to deal with one crazy bitch around here. Now I would much rather it be you, but Jordan is making my life a living hell. I never should’ve fucked her.”
“I told you that a while ago.” Realization dawned on Shayla, “When?”
Cassandra couldn’t look at Shayla, only at her hands. “Sunday.”
“God, why?”
“As a goodbye.” Cassandra looked up, “But, she thought if we did it, and I liked it we would get back together.”
“You made it clear to her beforehand it was a goodbye sex, right?”
“Yes, very clear, but not enough.” Cassandra sighed, “Forget her. Let’s get you on set to film the cabin scene. I have too much nervous energy right now to waste sitting in here talking about stupid sexual mistakes.”
“Fine.” Shayla looked at her phone setting it to vibrate. “Let’s do this.”
The set was quiet as the crew prepared for the scenes. Shayla looked around, not sure she would be able to handle the moment she saw her mother on the set the first time. So far, she didn’t see her. They didn’t have scenes until later, so maybe she wasn’t here yet.
The cabin set was a popular one, used since the 1980’s. It had been updated from time to time, but nothing drastic. Most of the dressings you could spot in clip on YouTube. It was one of Shayla’s favorites, it was this set she’d had her first scenes in when she’d started.
“Places!”
“Ready?” Cassandra asked a playful smile on her face.
“Ready.”
Shayla found her mark, the air feeling thick around her when she heard Action. “Bella, are you sure this is a good idea?”
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