Cassie still couldn’t believe it. Summer had invited her to her birthday party. It was unimaginable. Maybe she and Jenny even regarded her as a friend? Who knew? But at least, Cassie was glad to have been invited. Of course, she had nothing to wear, and clothes would be a necessity (duh!) but Cassie had more than enough money put away from her after school job. The blonde dug around in her gym bag. Though she hated Gym with a fiery passion that outshined hell itself, it was a necessary evil. It was the only lesson she was bad at, and worse was that it was a lesson that she didn’t take with Holly She had opted for swimming in her gym class (give you three guesses why) while Cassie was sick on the day the year had been given the option. So she was stuck with the only thing that had a space left, which was softball. Cassie hated it. She more than made a fool of herself out on that grassy field, swinging a bat aimlessly at a ball. Sometimes she felt that she would die of embarrassment every time she was picked last for a team. Still, she had no choice. Academic spirit demanded that she at least try her best. What more could she do? Cassie slowly slipped out of her normal clothes (her staple flowery dress and flip-flops) and dressed herself in the gym kit her mother had pack for her in the morning. The young girl quickly pulled the white shorts up both her thin legs, and pulled the white top over her small chest. She wasn’t too comfortable with her own nakedness, either. And all though she was the first to get dressed, the other girls all left the changing rooms before her. Well, so she believed. Cassie waited until the last girl she saw left, then stood up to follow them. They were all headed to the softball pitch to start this period’s lesson. Though Cassie wanted to waste as *much* time as possible, Couch Jeffers was a real bear when it came to tardiness. Of course, out of all the faculty members, she was all muscle and no brain. Hard-headedness was a given when dealing with that teacher. Cassie stood to leave, and walked over to the doors that lead out into the grass fields. But before she even left, her ears picked up on the sound of mocking sniggers. Cassie looked back to see who was doing that, but then wished that she would have walked away when she saw the girl. Of all people, it had to be... "S-Shannon." Cassie said with a tremor in her voice "It’s you..." The contemptuous, foul-mouthed and cocky girl with the ‘dirty blonde’ hair, Shannon, made her presence known. She, like Cassie, was dressed up in a pure white sports outfit, just for softball, but where Cassie looked puny in it, Shannon made it look glorious. Her larger breasts were in deep contrast to Cassie’s smaller ones, and her long, shapely legs follow the same idea in comparison to Cassie’s thin ones. Suddenly, Cassie felt like a mouse. Shannon was one of those popular trendies. And she seemed to enjoy every bit of power that status gave her. Conceited, stuck-up, rude, and well, just plain bitchy. Aside from her authoritative movie-star looks and sexy cerulean eyes, Shannon didn’t have much going for her (in terms of personality). Though others might have disagreed, Cassie felt dwarfed by her Shannon had looks, popularity (though lord knows why), and seemed to be everything that Cassie wasn’t. In fact, Cassie was a little afraid of her. Not from physical violence, but from the fact that she was too intimidated by Shannon to put the girl in her place. Shannon was well aware of this. "Hey Cassie. You’re looking well. I see you didn’t stuff your bra today." Cassie looked downwards. "I-I never do... that..." "Well, that’s okay," Shannon tossed her hair, walking forward seductively. "Pancake-chested girls like you need all the help they can get. We can’t all be gorgeous." "I know..." Cassie hated herself inside for swallowing that kind of crap from Shannon. But words, meaningless as they are, had scary effects to some people. It frightened her to know that she once had a crush on such a superficial person. "I ... should be going now..." Shannon didn’t move to stop her, but kneeled downwards and leaned into Cassie’s bag when she turned her back. Cassie was just about to head into the softball field, until she heard something that made her freeze with fear "O, unforeseeable fate, can’t thou hand me my prize? I stand alone in the realm of shadows, longing for the sweet touch of my precious My precious Holly-Raine. My tears leak endlessly as I see her only in my dreams, and my heart burns sadly as my fingers perform that which I desire Holly to do Please, fate, give me my angel..." Cassie turned back instantly. "Don’t read that! Please, Shannon!" Shannon burst into laughter as she read a few excepts from Cassie’s poetry diary. But while she did that, it was all Cassie could do to keep from crying. Nobody was ever supposed to see that book. It was one of the few outlets for her passion. And now, Shannon had violated that. And at the same time, she had discovered the crush that Cassie had for Holly-Raine. Her deepest, darkest secret. Shannon continued to giggle. "Oh, Cassie. You crack me up. To think, all this time, you’ve had a thing for Holly. Poor baby! Now I understand why you were so desperate to get into Holly’s swimming class Hoping to check her out in a swimsuit, were you? I bet the thought of that really gets your ‘fluids flowing’ if you know what I mean." Cassie felt like she could just die from embarrassment. "Please give me that back." "Come and get it." And from that saying of that, Cassie gulped. She was so intimidated by Shannon that she could barely keep her knees from knocking. But through fear, Cassie stepped forward, foot-by-foot, till she came in close with Shannon. As she reached out to get it, Shannon dropped the book, grabbed Cassie by the shoulders, then forced her into the lockers of the changing room. Cassie gasped suddenly, her cheek meeting with cool metal, but was even more shocked as she felt Shannon’s form pressing closely into her body. Shannon’s hips melted into Cassie’s, her large breasts pressing into Cassie’s back . And more shock followed, as Cassie felt Shannon’s breath against her ear. Shannon spoke leisurely and lustfully. "Holly might not be so forgiving when she hears you’ve been writing about her. What would she say, I wonder? What would the rest of the school say?" Cassie’s eyes were wide with shock . "Please! Don’t say anything! Please, Shannon!" Shannon grinned deviously, then curled her tongue into Cassie’s ear. The shorter girl squirmed, her breath short and heart pounding. Shannon always made Cassie’s skin crawl, but now, she felt somehow... calm. But that couldn’t be right. She loved Holly. "I’m very good at keeping my mouth shut." Shannon said, withdrawing her tongue. "As long as I have an incentive. Just be nice to me." Chills were running up and down Cassie’s spine. "N-Nice?" "Oh c’mon," The taller girl whispered. "You know what I mean. You’ve wanted to do it to Holly over and over again. I’ve seen the way you look at her. You used to look at me like that, didn’t you?" That was true. Cassie remembered those times with some shame. She had first seen Shannon nearly two years at a burger place, and had been bewildered by Shannon’s good looks. Of course, when Shannon transferred into Atlantic High, it was revealed that the personality didn’t reflect those looks Shannon was as bitchy as she was beautiful. Which made it easy for Cassie to slip out of the crush she had on Shannon. It took a couple months though. And through those months, Cassie was faced with a fixation similar to her current one on Holly-Raine. But she had no idea that Shannon had known of her crush. Was Cassie really that obvious? Shannon intently watched Cassie’s neck as she took a moment to think. With a throbbing at her heart and her crotch, Shannon watched the nape of Cassie’s neck rise and fall with every hurried breath. She watched the sliver necklace roll away and back as Cassie’s soft flesh continued to pulse. It was obvious that Cassie was struggling to take this all in. But Shannon didn’t see that as an obstacle. She saw it as an opening. The girl with the dirty blonde hair lunged for that smooth neck, nibbling along its tender flesh. Cassie froze with a start, then felt herself melt into it. Her eyes slipped shut, her heartbeat raced, and her mind ran a mile a minute, as Shannon continued to suckle and bite at her neck. Shannon made her way downwards, to Cassie’s collarbone, leaving a trail of reddish bite marks and idle saliva in her wake. One last kiss was placed against Cassie’s collarbone, before Shannon pulled back. To go any further she’d have to remove that damn gym shirt. Cassie felt relieved yet at the same time disappointed that the taller blonde had stopped what she was doing. But that made no sense. She loved Holly, her Holly. Cassie had been in love with Holly-Raine for so long now, why would Shannon still excite her like this? Even Shannon noticed Cassie’s indecision. It was written all over her face "Thinking about her, aren’t you?" Shannon said, "She doesn’t give a damn about you, Cassie. She doesn’t give a damn. She’ll never look at you that way." "But ... I ..." Shannon’s hand slowly wound up to the buttons that were trying up the front half of Cassie’s shirt. Had Cassie not have been so bamboozled by all that was happening, she might have had the foresight to realize that Shannon wanted more. Shannon continued to unbutton Cassie’s shirt while she spoke. "You know I’m right. I bet Holly doesn’t even know who you are. Why chase after a girl like that? She’ll never have eyes for you." Cassie opened her eyes. "H-Holly..." "You can say her name a billion times," Shannon’s hands moved down to the band holding up Cassie’s gym shorts. "But she’ll never love you And if I tell her about your little notebook, it’ll prove that. You want that? You want me to tell her?" "No..." Cassie said, her voice was shaking from both fear and arousal. "Please don’t. Please don’t do that. I’m begging you" Shannon grinned "That’s what I like to hear. You’ve always been mine, Cassie Robbins. Did you really think I’d let airhead Holly-Raine slobber all over you? No way. You’re all mine. Say it. Say that you’re all mine." Cassie’s head lulled to the side, heat running up and down her body, peaking at the areas at which Shannon administered her delicate but lusciously possessive touch. She couldn’t even think clearly. Suddenly, all she could think about was Shannon’s touch. How she had desired this, those past years ago. How she so greatly desired this from Holly. How light and delicate that touch made her and how reluctant she was to pull away. What did that make her? She couldn’t rightly claim to love Holly then get thrilled by a virtual bimbo-bully groping her up in the locker room... could she? What did this mean? Shannon left Cassie to mentally remonstrate with herself, while she took action. The older girl pulled her hands upwards, over the smoothness of Cassie’s navel, then under the fabric of the gym shirt. With hurried glee, those two hands sought out their prize. Cassie gasped with astonishment and unexpected delight as Shannon cupped both of her small breasts into both palms. The younger blonde breathed in quickly and harshly, unable to gather all the emotions swirling in her head. It was all she could do to just go with the flow. Shannon began a slow, firm kneading of both mounds. Though Shannon looked to be a mindless clothes freak of the trendies, she knew her way around the female body. A fact that Cassie was starting to learn first hand. Cassie’s sky blue eyes blinked and rolled in their sockets, while her head titled back onto Shannon’s shoulder Shannon grinned when her fingers started to playing with Cassie’s nipples. They were as stiff as ocean rock. That spoke volumes. "Say it, Cassie," Shannon barked, "Tell me that you’re mine." Cassie mumbled to herself, barely noticing anything aside from the glorious feel of Shannon dainty fingertips, plucking at her sensitive nubs. "I’m... I’m..." "Say it!" "I-I’m... I’m yours!" She finally declared. "I belong to you! Please...Shannon... just..." The taller woman placed a kiss on the shorter girl’s shoulder. "That’s good. I knew you’d admit one day. Now, sweetness, turn around." Shannon finally pulled away from Cassie, dragging her hands away from the other blonde’s breasts and stepped away. Cassie stood still for a moment, then swung around and faced her ‘owner’, Shannon. "You sweet little thing." Shannon placed a solitary fingertip to her lips. "Take off your clothes. They‘re bothering me." Cassie’s face was flushed with embarrassment, her heart was pounding relentlessly, and her eyes were trained on both doors leading into the changing rooms, but she did as she was tolled. Cassie slowly crossed her arms over her waist, clasping her shirt. In one motion, she pulled the article over her head and put it down by her gym bag. Her hands then went down to her waist. From Shannon’s earlier actions, her gym shorts had already been slipped down, revealing the edge of the band that belonged to her pink coloured panties. She would have been more self-conscious by that, if not for the fact that Shannon was about to see her panties in their entirety. Cassie pulled down the shorts in the same way, further stimulating Shannon’s lust and imagination. Cassie stepped out of them, while kicking off her shoes and socks. Cassie looked at Shannon and gave her a look that begged ‘is this enough?’ but was responded to with a look that said, ‘not a chance’. Cassie sighed, then worked her arms around her back to unclip her bra. It was loose already, again, thanks to Shannon’s fun and games, so popped off easily, falling into the rest of Cassie’s clothes pile. Last to go was her panties. Cassie worked her thumbs under the material of the pink underwear, keeping her wide eyes on Shannon, then slowly brought them down. Cassie was completely unaware of how wet this made Shannon. But her own wetness was now in complete view. Shannon smiled at the sight of Cassie’s wetness, glistening off the faint blonde of her pubic hairs. "You get off on this, don’t you? Being told what to do." Cassie remained still. It was cold. And embarrassing. But having Shannon watching her nakedness was somehow... a turn on. Shannon walked forward, moving up to Cassie so that they were locked in closeness again. The powerful Shannon loomed over an innocent Cassie, her eyes burning with a carnivorous hunger. With one push, she forced Cassie against the cold metal of the lockers. Cassie opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced with Shannon’s before she had the chance. The dominating girl thrust her tongue into Cassie’s unusually willing mouth, probing and darting. Shannon’s tongue explored and invaded the warm innards of Cassie’s mouth, flicking against her newfound lover’s tongue. Cassie remained still, while Shannon claimed her. She loved Holly so much, but why couldn’t she resist Shannon? Why was Cassie allowing herself to be taken by a woman that had gone out of he way to make her miserable? And why did her reluctance fade every time Shannon touched her? Shannon moaned in Cassie’s mouth, dragging her tongue around and about. Her hands went on the move, reaching up to both of Cassie’s newly freed breasts. Cassie sighed breathlessly into Shannon’s forceful kiss as both of her mounds were seized with fervour. This time the touch was more frank, Shannon’s hands erratically took what they wanted, pinching Cassie’s taut nipples. Cassie squirmed internally and externally Her body was being claimed by a girl she had believed she hated. And she loved every second of it. But what did that mean for her feelings for Holly? Still, Cassie could not concentrate on that. Shannon gave off a light moan as she nonchalantly retracted her tongue from Cassie’s mouth, ending their kiss. Shannon gave her a dark grin, then lowered herself, releasing Cassie’s nips with a twist She slid down Cassie’s body, inch by inch, until she came face to face with Cassie’s wet opening. As soon as she felt Shannon’s warm breath against her most private area, the blonde looked downwards. Her body trembled as she saw and felt Shannon pull apart both of her lower lips, spreading open the gateway to a woman’s most sacred place. "Aaaah!" Cassie screamed with passion as Shannon’s mouth lunged into her crotch, her tongue grazing a sensitive clit. She juddered, bucked and moaned, desperately struck by the stimulus of her love spot by the dominating Shannon. It was more than she was prepared for. She had written about this moment over and over, but never thought it would be like this. Cassie thoughtlessly grabbed two bundles of Shannon’s dirty blonde hair, and forced her hips closer to her lover’s mouth. Her dreaming of Holly seemed so distant now, as she was brought to a powerful release... *********** Cassie slammed her notebook shut. She had forgotten that she had brought her ‘Shannon’ notebook to school today, not her ‘Holly-Raine’ one. It was a mistake, she had meant to carry the other one with her, but must have mixed it up with this one. Even though that story was nearly two years old, it still made Cassie shudder. She had edited it a couple times, to include Holly in there, the original copy held no mention of her (since Cassie really didn’t know of Holly-Raine back then). Cassie looked up from her position on the locker room bench. She had fallen over during softball (much to the humour of Shannon and her group, in reality, Shannon didn’t give a damn about Cassie) and so Coach Jeffers sent her to the showers Cassie didn’t really have much to do here except read her poetry diary, and as it turns out, it was the one she had written for Shannon. Even though it was more-or-less complete fiction, it did present one thing that was true to Cassie’s heart. That unexplainable attraction. Why she had ever been devoted to such a heartless woman was beyond her. But Cassie felt like the hopelessness of her crush on Shannon seemed so similar to the hopelessness of her crush on Holly-Raine. Cassie’s deepest worry was that nothing would become of her feelings. Just like her feelings for Shannon. Which was why she had to act soon. No more playing around, trying to catch a glimpse of her during a class or, trying in vain to sit next to her at lunch. If Cassie was going to make this work, she had do to something now. ********** Chris Angel says, - Thanks again to ‘Sapphic Devil 90’ for her request! Keep ‘um coming! ^_^
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