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 Cassie the Lassie

   "Is he...is he wearing gloves?" a husband and wife were staring out the
window at a boy of about fifteen years as he picked up and lightly dropped
log after log into a rusty old wheelbarrow, "Christ's sake, those are as
dry as a bone he doesn't need them!"

   "What's so bad about wanting to keep your hands clean?" his wife said, a
small but stocky woman in her mid thirties.  Her hair was brown and it fell
down her back smoothly, her skin was pale and her eyes a bright green.  Her
husband wasn't exactly on the thin side either but he was, without a doubt
in his family's mind, stronger than he looked.

   "He looks like a fanny," the boy's father said again, "When I was his
age I didn't mind getting dirty." He eyed his son, thin but hardly athletic
or strong with the same brown hair as his mother but he had his father's
darker skin tone and his blues eyes.  He wouldn't have minded him wearing
gloves so much if they had been a set of his welder's gloves, at least then
he would looked masculine, but these were his mothers red leather gloves
she wore on her occasional girls nights which was surprising as they were a
good make, apparently.  "You don't think he's a poof do you?"

   His wife merely shrugged, "Would that matter?"

   He shrugged in return, "It might explain a lot, his new friends for
one."

   "They're nice lads," she said with a smile.

   "Aye, true," he agreed, "They're nice enough." He sat back down and
picked up his beer bottle then looked around the room, "Have you seen
Cassie today?" he asked his wife.

   "She's gone to the football pitch with the boys in town," she said
without looking away from her magazine.

   He sat back in his chair and sighed, picked up the remote and turned on
the TV, "Worlds gone upside down," he said under his breath...

   *

   "Oi!" called a red headed girl with pale skin, "Pass it, I'm open!" The
sound of someone kicking the leather ball echoed across the grassy football
pitch and Cassie made a run for it when her teammates aim was a little off,
"Nice kick!" She shouted sarcastically at him.

   She ran ahead of him as he put up his middle finger towards her which
only made the tomboyish teenager smile.  A strong downwind current battled
against her, it made it hard for her to keep her eyes open which where the
same green as her mothers back at the farm.  "Shit," she cried when a speck
of dust hit her in the eye, blinding her then making her trip over her feet
which in turn sent her to falling to the ground.

   One of the defenders on the opposing team kicked the ball back downfield
before stopping to hold out a hand.  "Thanks pal," she said with a smile,
wiping the tears from her eyes that had built up because of the dust.  She
wiped at her plain white shirt but the grass stains where noticeable but
thankfully her shorts where black enough that no one would notice.

   She tested her foot to make sure she wasn't hurt and was happy to find
she could keep playing.  She looked around the pitch and noticed that her
side kept tossing sideways glances her way.  "What are you looking at lads,
I'm fine?" she looked down at front then side to side and only then did she
notice the tear in her shirt at the shoulder and arm leaving the skin
exposed as the sleeve dangled uselessly under her arm pit.

   "Shite," she spat, she refused to let the boys get an eyeful of what
little flesh was on display, "Stop looking," she snapped, "Or I'll send you
home to your mums with a black eye," that didn't do it, what Scottish boy
didn't get a black eye at least once?

   "Come on lads," said a voice behind her and Cassie breathed a sigh of
relief, "Stop perving and play." A shirt was held out in front of her and
Cassie turned around to see the coach offering her an extra one.  "Go
change into it," he said, giving her a light push towards the changing
room, "And see if Kevin's there too."

   "Aye, thanks," she said to the older man.  Cassie played on the boy
football team, it was highly irregular but her talent for the beautiful
game shone bright enough for them to let her play for their team.  She
walked past the boys changing room and noticed the door was slightly ajar.
Curiosity overwhelmed her and she peeked inside only to see her boyfriend,
a boy by the name of Kevin, changing into his own kit.

   She eyed his bare chest for a few seconds, "Fit," she said without
meaning too and unfortunately she was a little loud.

   "What?  Who?" Kevin shouted as he looked around, "Cassie, for fucks sake
lass what are you doing?"

   "Getting an eyeful," she said, blushing but trying to remain her usual
confident self.  ADD combined with her own cocky attitude usually made that
an easy effort though.

   "What happened to your shirt?"

   "Took a tumble," Cassie told him, waving her hand like it was nothing
and stepping inside.  "Wow, it doesn't smell half as boggin as I thought it
would in here."

   "Deodorant," Kevin said, swinging a can of Links in front of her face,
"Anyway, shouldn't you be changing?"

   "Shouldn't you be playing?" Cassie swung on the balls of her feet,
grinning at Kevin with a mischievous look in her eyes.

   "I was busy, that's why I'm late," Kevin said, suddenly looking nervous.

   "What were you doing?"

   "Just...helping around my dads house in Dundee for the [arty tonight,"
he managed to say, Cassie gave him an odd look which made him go red, "Are
we winning?" Cassie nodded, he was changing the subject but Kevin easily
cracked under pressure, "Good job, those other guys can't play for shit
compared to you."

   "Thanks," Cassie made Kevin turn around as she changed into the shirt,
"Man that stinks," she said with a smile up at Kevin, "Smells like a boy."

   Kevin took her torn one and smelled it, "So does yours," he pawed at her
short hair, "You're as much a boy as your brother Garry I'd reckon."

   "Oh please that poof wears a shower cap so he doesn't `ruin his
highlights' when he washes," they both laughed.  "Well I need to go play,
looks like your in the sub bin today." Kevin shrugged and watched Cassie
run back towards the pitch.  They won by a small margin but it was enough.

   Afterwards the pair walked down the pitch together, hand in hand.  "Well
at least your dad has a son in some respect," Kevin said, continuing their
conversation on her boyish nature.  Cassie punched him on the arm as they
walked for a few more seconds then sat down to watch the two teams have a
casual kick about.

   Cassie lay on her side, her head on Kevin's lap, "He doesn't like me
playing football," she said, talking about her dad, "Or my short hair."
Kevin idly played with her bangs, smiling down at her, "He wants Garry to
be the footballer and me to wear a shower cap, so to speak."

   "Yeah but you've never been a...well...a girl," he winced at what he
said but Cassie didn't hit him this time.

   "I'm still into girly stuff...I liked Barbie when I was little?"

   "You liked shaving Barbie's hair short then making her wear clothes from
your brothers old action figures," Kevin said, laughing at her expression
when he said this.

   "I cook?"

   "Yeah but so do I," he told her, "We both took Home Economics remember."

   "You only did it because I took it," she smiled when he looked defeated,
"See, I do girly stuff."

   "What about being on the `boys' football team?"

   "The other girls suck at football so I asked if they'd me switch over
when they cut our funding and the headmaster said yes," She explained, "I
did it so I could keep playing."

   Kevin waved his hand to stop her, "Just face it; you're not a girly girl
okay?"

   `Meh," she grumbled, "I like me."

   "I know you do...but maybe you could stand to be a bit more girly?"
Cassie looked up at Kevin, disbelieving, "You'd be a knockout in a dress I
bet."

   "Maybe I'll wear one to your party tonight?  Maybe I borrowed one from
Katie?" she said in a promising tone, looking up at him with a smile,
"Would you like that?" Kevin nodded and Cassie continued to smile,
"Alright, I'll wear the dress..."

   *

   Cassie was back home by tea time, she walked in and threw herself down
on the couch after dumping her torn shirt on the floor.  She looked at
Garry and smiled; he was reading a magazine his mum also enjoyed about
fashion and the like.  "Hey Gaz," she said, ruffling her big brothers hair,
"Who's wearing what?"

   He slapped her hand away and ignored her.

   "Cassie, what happened to this shirt?" her mother came in and held up
the torn shirt to her, "And whose did you borrow?"

   "It's just a spare the coach gave me," she admitted, "And I tore that
when I fell over on the pitch," she shrugged, "Didn't even hurt, no
bruises, see?" She held out her elbows, her knees where already on display
thanks to the shorts.

   "Well bin it next time instead of leaving it lying on the floor," she
was told, "Lazy girl." Her mother walked away grumbling to herself but
Cassie simply mouthed what she had said with a snide look on her face. 
Bored, she laid down on the sofa and purposely put her smelly socks on
Garry's lap.

   "Oh come on Cassie," he said angrily as he held the magazine away from
her socks.

   "Oh come on Cassie," she said back in a more feminine tone and flicking
her wrist.  She lifted a foot and held it to his nose, "Go on Gaz, smell
it."

   "Piss off," he retorted but was only imitated again, "Come on, you're
acting like a child!"

   "And your being a wee little freak," she said, not stopping her attempt
to make him smell, "It won't kill you."

   "You know I don't like germs," he hissed at her, not wanting to have
their mum storm in because of raised voices, "Now move those dirty things
away from me...and stop mimicking me!"

   She fell silent, clearly not getting to him as much as she had thought,
"You used to be fun," she pouted, sitting back up.  He didn't reply, "Hey,
don't ignore me!" She reached over and slapped him on the back on the head
which finally made him snap as he leapt on top of her, raising a fist
threateningly.

   "Ooh, big man pouncing on your wee sister," she said with a smile, "Okay
I'm sorry, can you get off I need to shower for tonight?"

   "What are you doing tonight?" Garry said as he moved himself off, far
from calm though and he spoke to her bitterly.

   "Just hanging out with my mates," she said and ruffled his hair one last
time before leaving but that only set him off further.  He tried to hit her
for real this time but she narrowly dodged it by ducking then turned and
managed to punch his cheek which sent him spiraling into a wooden cabinet
where the wine glasses were kept.

   The resounding bangs followed by the crashes were heard by their mother
and she immediately knew who to blame.  "Alright young lady," she said,
helping Garry up who simply hobbled back to his seat, "Go upstairs, shower
then stay in your room for the rest of the night," she was speaking calmly,
"And before you say it, no, you are not going out tonight now move it
missy!"

   "What!" Cassie nearly shouted, "But he tried to hit me first!"

   "You're a little instigator and don't try to hide it," Cassie's arm was
grabbed tightly by her mother and then the teenager was pulled upstairs and
into the bathroom, "Those glasses were expensive too you know, I expect you
to pay back every penny so you better find a job!"

   "Fuck you," Cassie said, it took every ounce of energy from the girl's
mother not to slap her.

   "Shower," the door was closed with a loud slam and Cassie, who was
shaking with rage, very nearly considered putting her foot through it. 
After showering and stomping into her room she dressed into a simple nighty
and then into her dressing gown but wasn't allowed to leave the room until
tea time which was two hours away.

   After dinner she was told to call her friends and say she couldn't make
it tonight.  She got out her mobile and first dialed Kevin's number.  "Oh,
hey," he said, sounding nervous, "What is it, are you coming tonight?"

   "Sorry but I cant," she grumbled, "I've been grounded."

   "Shit," she heard him say, "Alright, see you on Monday," he hung up and
she fell back into her bed.  Her heart was beating and her whole body was
shaking with rage, she had wanted to go to this party for days.

   Then it struck her, why couldn't she go?  She would be paying for the
glasses so why shouldn't she go to the party?  She would get caught if she
snuck out when her parents checked on her before going to bed, no doubt,
but she wanted to go out with Kevin.

   She had other reasons for waning to go and the visions of them in bed
together that had been swimming around in her head for the last week
suddenly engulfed her mind.

   Would she put out for him tonight?  She considered maybe giving him a
gobble or something just to let him know how much she loved him and even if
he said that fake, mushy shit like, `Oh I know you do, you don't need to if
you don't want too,' she would want to do it anyway.  Maybe he would be too
nervous to accept?  So nervous that she would have to take control, slide
off his trousers and boxers then...

   A quiver ran through her body at the very fought of seeing him in the
skuddy, she had felt his dick before but only through his trousers and he
had touched her boobs...well for what they were but in truth they were
still so small she didn't even need a bra.

   She put that thought aside and bit her bottom lip, letting the thoughts
of her and Kevin tonight engulf her, running her hands through his blonde
hair or seeing more than just his naked chest and more than just a nip on
the cheek from each other.

   She almost started masturbating right there but she shook her head and
forced herself to stop; she could do it with Kevin tonight or on her own
later.  She was determined not to let him actually fuck her with his dick
though, just touching and oral but even that idea was arousing enough for
her to contemplate bringing herself off.

   When it turned eight-thirty Cassie got out of bed and put on the dress
she had planned on wearing tonight, one she had borrowed from a girlfriend
at school.  She never worse dresses but this one was sexy, slightly above
the knees so she could proudly show off her toned legs and a little parting
in the fabric down the middle to show off her, sadly, toaty cleavage.

   Then she spent ten minutes stabbing her self in the eye with a mascara
brush in an attempt to look even sexier for Kevin.  She hadn't enough time
to put on anymore makeup though.

   A little Calvin Cline, a handbag.  a quick comb, trainers on her feet
and heels in her left hand with her dress tucked into her jeans and a
jacket to hide the dress and she was ready...ready to sneak out for the
first time ever...ready to let Kevin see her naked...

   "Goodnight Cassie," she almost jumped out of her skin but instead
settled for leaping in bed and shouting out a shaky goodnight back to her
dad who usually went to bed early so he could get up early in the morning.

   She decided to make sure the coast was clear.  At nine o'clock she got
out of bed and walked over to her window.  Garry's exercise trampoline was
below her window and a few inches away.  She could make it...she thought...


   "God, what kind of a guy has a trampoline for exercise," she scoffed,
"Wee poof, go for a jog or play some football," she was speaking to herself
to calm her nerves, "Okay Cassie, jump on three..."

   "Three!" with a barely stifled scream she leapt out of her window, fell
for a second and landed on the trampoline in a sitting position.  The sound
of the springs stretching on impact was loud but hopefully the television
shows her mum watched at night would be loud enough for them not too hear.

   "Braw," she said to herself, chuffed that it had worked.  She slid off
the trampoline and made her way down the country road towards the town a
half mile away.  She could see the streetlights ahead of her like a beacon
and se enjoyed the quiet walk.  The occasional car did pass her by and she
was a little bit afraid someone might stop and abduct her but this wasn't a
bad area to live...usually.

   She made it to the bus stop and waited for the bus after the one she had
planned on taking earlier which took a while.  She wondered if Kevin was
missing her or was he having a good time on his own?

   The bus arrived and she got on, paid the fare and the bus arrived in
Dundee pretty much on time.  During the journey she made a habit of peering
out the window at the Tay Bridge, which forded the River Tay between the
kingdom of Fife and Dundee, and even though it was dark she could still see
the massive expanse of water on the moonlight but the darkness under the
surface made it look like an unending abyss.

   The bus pulled into the station and she got a taxi to Kevin's, dad's
house (who was away for the weekend with his own girlfriend).  She knocked
on the door, hearing the loud music from there, and when no one replied she
simply walked in.  A few people stared for a second as she took off her
jeans and trainers at the door and put them on a coat hanger but she
ignored them and went looking for Kevin.

   "Hey," she called out to a boy a bit older than her by the looks of him,
"Have you seen Kevin about mate?"

   "Nut," he said which meant `no' to some people, his accent was
particularly thick, "Who is he?"

   "Fucking idiot," Cassie shouted over the music, "This is his party!"

   The guy just shrugged and Cassie went to look for him on her own.  She
looked on the bottom floor first but there was no sign of him in the throng
of invited and uninvited party quests then on the top floor, avoiding a
door where she heard the sound of a couple kissing, and sighed when she
couldn't find him.  Then it hit her, leaving a painful feeling of fear and
tension in her stomach.

   She doubled back to the door and opened it a tad and her heart sunk then
her anger rose and she lost control.  "Kevin!" she shouted, he was kissing
another girl on his dads bed, "What the fuck!" she eyed the other blonde
who he had kissed.

   "What are you doing here...I thought...why?" Kevin stammered.

   The rage in Cassie wasn't as prominent as she thought and was quickly
replaced by crying.  "You bastard," she managed to say.

   Kevin sat with his legs crossed and the girl beside him had thankfully
made no bitchy attempt to continue, in fact she looked just as sorry as
him. "Is this her?" she asked quietly?

   "Yeah," Kevin said, rubbing the back of his head, "Shit...uh...you
better go the now, I need to talk to Cassie."

   "No," Cassie said quickly, wiping her eyes and looking at them both with
disappointment, "I'm going home, you know I had to sneak out to get here, I
put on this slutty dress and nearly damn well gouged my eyes out putting on
this mascara which is ruined!" Black streaks ran down under her eyes as the
tears mixed with the mascara.

   She wanted to lose her temper like those girls did in American movies,
she wanted to throw lamps at him, call that girl a slut, make a huge scene
like a diva and let the whole party know she was angry and lastly wallop
that knob over his pretty face.

   But she couldn't which was funny because it wasn't at all like her to
not lose her temper.  She got her jeans and trainers and headed to the bus
station but halfway there the tears started flowing twice as hard. 
"Asshole," she squeaked, wiping away a tear with her arm.  Any more words
became impossible, she could hardly speak through her gasps and sobs and
she was oblivious to the whole world.

   Until

   "You alright sweetie?" said a voice, genuine concern as well as
curiosity was evident in it.  Cassie looked up at the woman, dark brown
hair with curls was what she noticed first from the car, she had opened one
door and the light had switched on because of it.  Her grey eyes looked
saddened at the pathetic sight that Cassie imagined she was right now.

   When Cassie looked up the woman smiled, "Come on now hen, those tears
are ruining your pretty face." Cassie just scowled and ignored her, "Do you
need some help?" Cassie continued to ignore her, "Maybe a lift home?"

   Cassie stopped and considered it, "I can catch the bus," she said, her
voice choked and husky.

   "Not at this time of night, its past ten now mind."

   Cassie realized she had planned on spending the night.  She was stranded
save for the kind offer of a complete stranger.  Cassie shrugged; woman
couldn't be pedophiles could they?

   "Thanks," Cassie said shortly, closing the door and buckling in.

   The woman smiled then smelled the air, "Ooh that smell, Calvin Cline?"
Cassie nodded, "That's a, `I'm going to party,' fragrance eh?"

   "Yeah," Cassie sat with her arms folded, not in the mood for talking.

   "Why didn't you go?" Cassie just scowled at the woman.  "Come on now,
you can tell me."

   "I don't even know your fu-," she had almost swore, a bad habit she had
when she was angry, "Your name."

   "My fuckin' name is Hilary," she said with a wink and Cassie smiled, "So
you got all dolled up to go out with a nice smell, dress and a gorgeous
little handbag only to not go?" she gave an inquisitive hum, "Methinks the
effort was wasted?" She opened the glove compartment and handed Cassie a
wet wipe, "For the mascara."

   "Youthinks right," Cassie said as she took the wipe and dabbed at her
eyes, looking out of the window as they drove through the city, "Oh I need
to go across the bridge, is that okay?"

   "I'm heading into Fife, just tell me where and I'll drop you off,"
Cassie told her and Hilary nodded, "Right then, so will you tell me what
happened?"

   Cassie sighed, "My boyfriend cheated on me," as she spoke she could feel
herself getting all choked up again.

   "Well don't cry over him, he isn't worth dirt!" Hilary said, startling
Cassie into stopping, "He's a liar and you don't cry over liars."

   "But we were so happy earlier on?"

   "Well it doesn't mean shit to him," Hilary told her young passenger, "It
isn't your fault, you're better than him." Hilary eyed Cassie sideways,
"You're a pretty little thing too; you'll find someone else in no time."

   "Maybe I wasn't girly enough; we were talking about that earlier?"

   "Don't even try and blame yourself, you're only going to make yourself
feel worse," Cassie felt Hilary stroke her head, the touch was
inappropriate but she also found it comforting strangely enough, "I take it
you're a bit of a tomboy?" she pulled lightly on a strand of Cassie's hair
and Cassie nodded and found herself blushing.

   "Yeah," she said, "I'm a striker for the football team at school."

   "Boys team?" Cassie nodded, "You go girl, get some dick." Cassie blushed
again and Hilary laughed, "I'm kidding, I bet you shower in separate room's
right?"

   "Well duh," Cassie said like it was obvious, which it was, "Not that it
would matter," she looked down at her chest, "I've still got a bit of
growing to do, I'm surprised the new coach didn't think I was a boy and
make me shower with them."

   Hilary laughed, just then Cassie's phone went and the girl went visibly
paler when she saw it was her mother.  "Oh shit," she said, clearly
frightened, "Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit, I wasn't supposed to be out
tonight," she clicked the button.  "Hi mum," she said shakily and Hilary
looked away nervously.

   "Cassie," said a very angry mother to her very guilty daughter, "Where
are you?"

   "In Dundee but I'm-"

   "Well I hope you're having a good enough time to spend the night,"
Hilary heard that much, "You're father's furious and so am I, when you get
back in the morning we're going to have a serious discussion, goodnight."

   "But wait-!" Cassie sighed, "Balls," She turned to face Hilary, "My mum
and dad think I'm staying the night, I guess I'll have to go back, I can
just walk from here?"

   "No," Hilary said defiantly, "If you do go back you'll encounter that
boy again and unless things have changed since I was a teenager hanging
with your EX not an hour after he dumped you is very uncomfortable."

   "Well where am I going to go?" Cassie ran through a list of family
members in her head but they were either dead or too far away and she
didn't want to come knocking at midnight.

   "You can sleep on my sofa," Cassie felt the car turn sharply, "Don't
worry about it." Cassie was in no place to refuse, it was that or a youth
hostel and they might be full.

   "Do you have any kids," Cassie asked, "It might be weird if you do?"

   "Nah I'm completely single," Hilary confirmed with a triumphant smile,
"Your not invading anyone's space, don't worry."

   So for the next half hour Cassie and Hilary sat in relative silence
which was only broken by the occasional attempt from Hilary to coax her
passenger into further discussion but what she had hoped was going to be a
wild and exiting night had turned into bitter, crushing disappointment.

   They stopped in a small town a few miles from the coast and Hilary let
Cassie into her small home.  "Why don't you go sit down, I'm in the mood
for some hot chocolate to relax, what about you?"

   "Aye, that sounds magic," Cassie found the living room and sat down on
the sofa, she was small enough to lie down on it she thought.

   "So, that dress," Hilary said from the kitchen, "It's a bit revealing
for a girl your age, you may as well be in the skuddy?"

   Cassie laughed, "I was hoping I would be," she blushed, "But I was only
to give him a gobble, nothing more!" She realized that was too much
information.

   "Relax, I did it when I was fourteen," the sound of cups clanging onto a
wooden surface was heard, "Do you like marshmallows?"

   "No," Cassie said with a look of disgust, "Too sweet."

   "All the more for me," the kettle started to boil and Hilary came
through to wait, "You know it's a lovely dress, very sexy." She smiled at
Cassie who smiled back, "I'm sure it's hiding a beautiful body." Cassie
blushed and tried to focus on something else other than her compliments,
they weren't unnerving or remotely frightening just different.  She had
never been called sexy.

   She focused on the décor, simply put it was warm and cosy and a generous
use of brown and red on the walls and a lovely wooden floor, there was an
empty fireplace too.  "This is a nice house," Cassie said, "Well this room
is."

   "I love it here, I could have stayed in Dundee to work but this place
just drew me in," she sighed contently, "I hate little seaside towns but I
love the smell of the ocean, this place is perfect." Cassie had been able
to smell salt in the air outside.

   "I live on a farm," Cassie said, "My dad runs in."

   Hilary got up once the kettle was ready and came back with two steaming
mugs of hot chocolate.  "Magic," Cassie said again after taking her first
sip, "Thanks, this is helping."

   "No problem," Hilary said, "Once we're finished I'll get you some
blankets."

   "Okay," Cassie was tired; she could barely keep her eyes open so the
thought of sleeping was a very nice thought.  Although, she had saved
herself for Kevin and the urge to masturbate had come back thanks to
Hilary's kindness and her occasional flattering complements plus the hot
chocolate had made her feel warm and cosy.

   After a further half hour both cups were empty and Cassie yawned loudly.
Hilary got the blankets and Cassie slid out of her dress once she was gone
and crawled under them, naked save for a pair of pink panties she had
chosen specially for Kevin.

   "No," she said to herself, "Stop thinking about him." She tossed and
turned for the best part of what felt like an hour but in truth it was only
a quarter of one.  Frustrated she listened upstairs; Hilary had a TV on in
her bedroom and was watching a show.  Maybe if she was quick and quiet she
would be able to relieve herself and get some sleep.

   Looking around just to be safe and shaking with nerves and apprehension
she slid out of her simple panties and immediately felt a little better
without them.  She had no problem getting started; she slid her hand
between her legs and started to gently poke at her opening.  She had broken
her hymen herself when she was thirteen whilst riding her bike.

   Assured that she was wet enough, she poked her index finger in a little
more.  Her wrist rubbed against her hairless crotch which only seemed to
make her more excited.  With her other hand, she stifled her moans by
biting into the knuckle of her index finger but she couldn't stop the odd
squeak from getting out as she quickly pumped her finger in and out of
herself.

   She eventually slid her in middle finger in with it which reached
slightly deeper and brought her closer to orgasm the more she pumped.  In
her lust she let Kevin slip into her mind but the idea quickly repulsed her
and in a desperate attempt she tried to conjure up a new image and to her
surprise it was Hilary.

   She remembered the gentle touches on her shoulder, the flattering
compliments and the occasional affectionate stares she had caught being
sent her way from the beautiful woman.  She was close, much to her
surprise, and she couldn't deny how the image of Hilary was making her
feel.

   "Oh Hilary," she gasped loudly, which was a shock but she was too far
gone to care or stop now, "Oh, fuck," she said through gritted teeth, using
her other hand to stimulate her erect nipples.  "Mmmm," a wide smile
crossed her lips as the familiar cramping started down below but before she
could orgasm she heard someone walk into the room and turn on the light.

   With a scream she covered herself and looked up, not able to see the
door because of the back of the sofa.  Hilary eventually peered over and
saw the guilty look on the sweaty teenagers face, Cassie didn't know what
to do though.

   "Sorry," she said, blushing.

   "Its fine," said the woman quickly and a smile spread over her face, "I
just heard you call out my name so I came to see if you were okay," Hilary
leaned on the back of the sofa, "Did you do that-um-during?" Cassie bit her
bottom lip and nodded, the redness in her cheeks turned a deep crimson. 
"Do you have feelings for girls, is that why you broke up with Kevin?" She
had eventually told her his name.

   "No I-I don't-and I didn't break up with him he really did cheat on me,"
she explained as best as she could about how Hilary had replaced Kevin in
her mind and Hilary's smile only became wider.  She came around the sofa
and knelt beside the nerve wracked girl.

   Hilary was in a white dressing gown.  "Are these yours?" she picked up
Cassie's panties and the girl hastily snatched them back, "You know I think
it's very flattering that you called out my name."

   "You're not mad about it?" Hilary shook her head, "Not even a wee bit?"

   "What if I told you that the only reason I picked you up is because I
thought you were the bonniest little tomboy I ever saw?" Hilary told
Cassie, who smiled.

   "R-really?" Cassie took a shuddering breath, "You're not so bad
yourself."

   "Thank you," Hilary peeled back the covers and Cassie didn't fight it,
"I thought so, smooth as a baby's bum," she stroked Cassie's crotch and
chest one at a time which only reminded the girl of how horny she was,
"Come upstairs with me?"

   Cassie didn't need to be told twice, she knew they were going to have
sex but right now it was what she wanted...or at least she thought she did?
She knew about rebounds and being emotionally vulnerable after being dumped
so cruelly but when she searched inside herself she felt absolutely sure
that it was what she wanted.

   She got up and threw herself at Hilary, planting her first passionate
kiss on Hilary's wonderful lips.  Hilary returned it, her intentions where
absolutely clear now and neither female could mistake their affections as
anything other than sexual.  Scooping up the girl into her arms, Hilary
carried Cassie upstairs and into her bedroom.  A porno was on the
television and Cassie wondered if Hilary had been doing the same thing she
was?  It was a lesbian porno too.

   "What do you think of those two ladies on the TV?" she asked Cassie when
she caught her staring at the buxom blondes.

   "Fake," she said with a look of disgust.

   "I know right," Hilary laughed and put Cassie on the bed, "Oh boy,
you're a bit heavier than I thought for such a stick of a girl."

   "I work out," Cassie crawled over to the pillows and lay on her front,
not even remotely bashful.  This actually felt right in fact.

   "Well I finished before I caught you," Hilary admitted and turned off
her show, "But I'll do you now and then we can get some sleep?"

   Cassie nodded and rolled over onto her back.  Hilary laughed and went
around to the other side of the bed so she could sit down beside her. 
"Just lay back, close your eyes and relax," she whispered softly into the
naked teenager's ear, "And also enjoy it," Cassie felt Hilary kiss her on
the lips once before the woman's slender fingers started to penetrate
Cassie's still wet opening.

   She admired every inch of the girl, her flat chest with prominent little
nipples and her toned belly with just the faintest hint of muscle on it. 
Her arms where thin but also slightly muscular and her cheeks looked a
little gaunt but she didn't look underfed as her legs where far from bony
and her hips had only the slightest curve to them.

   A moan escaped her lips as the feelings from earlier started to
resurface, Hilary could only smile at the adolescent beauty before her as
the young girls body writhed and shook.  Her fists and toes clenched, her
muscles tensed and her mouth opened to let out a loud gasp as she orgasmed.
An instant second later she seemed to fall asleep, utterly spent.
   Hilary smiled to herself, what a lucky find...