NEW NEIGHBORS Chapter 10 "The Associate" Casandra tooled down the highway, her car's top down, and auburn hair blowing freely in the wind. She gazed ahead at the swiftly moving traffic with steely grey eyes, her purpose determined. On the seat next to her was some work from the office, most of it inconsequential, though. She was still in her mid-twenties, but was rising in the corporation at meteoric speed. She had come to the consulting firm from one of the Big 8 accounting firms, and had a real head for numbers. Fortunately she had a figure with some pretty impressive numbers as well, and she used them to greatest efficiency. She wasn't a tramp, but she used every means available for advancing her career, and those she used the means on came away grateful for such use even if they were left behind by her in corporate dust. Her destination was her immediate supervisor, a tall good looking young executive named Jim, who was recently transferred to this office. She had only come under his supervision within the past couple of months, shortly after he had moved here, but she could see that he was headed places, and she wanted to tag along for the ride if it proved that she couldn't outpace him directly. This visit was ostensibly to bring him some paper work she would claim needed his attention right away, but her real purpose in seeing him was to scope out his natural habitat, and see what kind of competition his wife could give her. She licked her lips in an almost carnivorous way as she anticipated what the night would bring. She didn't know this part of town, but was impressed with the facade of the complex where he lived as she pulled up. It was only an apartment complex, but it was handsomely landscaped and appealing to the eye. She parked, opened the door and swiveled to extend her long, thin legs out of it. Her skirt was low enough for decorum, but the little v-slit in the side hinted at desirably creamy thighs beyond sight. She wore a blouse and a light-weight blazer, with a scarf around her neck that tucked into the plunging neckline of the blouse. She was tall, and this was further accentuated by the heels she wore. Her lips were lipsticked the same color as her hair, and she wore no rouge for the sun had provided her high cheeks with enough natural coloring. She strode into the apartment complex office and inquired where her bosses' apartment was located, aware of the many stares from the men in the office. She gave the young bearer of her question's answer a sexy smile for his help and strode out leaving open jaws in her wake. The sun had set and no one was around the pool, but she gazed at the water longingly after her long day. She was a real water-person and she imagined herself cooling off as she stroked her way through the wetness. She headed for the indicated apartment and was gratified to see lights in the window shining around the drawn curtains. He was home, which meant that her gamble in not calling ahead had paid off. She heard music playing inside as she rang the doorbell. There sounded a small scuffle from behind the door, then a long pause, and just as she was about the ring again the door opened a crack. Jim peeked around the edge of the door and remarked in obvious surprise, his voice cracking just a bit, "Casandra! What are you doing here?" "Well, hello to you, too. Is that how you always greet someone at your door?" She smiled at him and then held up her thin briefcase. "I have a little work I need you to look over. May I come in?" He laughed nervously, opened the door a little further revealing him bare-chested with a towel around his waist. Giggling sounded from inside as he said, "This really is an awkward time. I, uh, just got out of the shower and we're not decent in here." He turned to look back into the living room, but as he turned back Casandra was pushing her way past. "That's okay. Keep your towel on, and I'm sure if the Mrs. isn't de......" The sight behind the door left her speechless. There in the brightly candle-lit room were at least a half dozen other people, unclothed, and in various configurations. Most looked her way with an embarrassed look, but one dark haired big-breasted woman continued to suck her way up and down a prone man's thick shaft. Jimmy stuttered incoherently until Casandra turned back to him and off-handedly remarked, "I see that I've caught you at a good time. As I asked before, may I come in?" He closed the door and ushered her over into the dining room, following her lead without really thinking. She sat down at a chair with her back to the group and opened her case on the table. Her non- plussed actions really threw Jim for a loop, and he sheepishly sat across from her with his back to the living room to see what was so pressing. He felt foolish sitting there, waiting to discuss work with her, but he couldn't think of anything else to do, so he just sat and waited. Dana was still sitting on the couch with Kiko's head buried in her muff, but the stiff tonguing had already brought her to multiple orgasms, and she slipped off the couch. Kaz continued to bang away at Kiko from behind, which kept her content despite losing her feminine taste treat. Dana stepped into her bedroom, grabbed a short robe and put it on. She didn't notice that it was not even long enough to cover her cheeks all the way, but she felt more covered, and headed for the dining room. She pulled up a chair next to Jim as the tall woman explained the final piece of paper she was handing him. Jim introduced Cassie as his newest assistant in the office, but despite the proffered smile Casandra gave her, Dana took an instant disliking to her. Anyone who could calmly and cooly walk in on an orgy and talk business must be made of ice. She noticed the expensive cut and fabric that this other woman's suit was made of, the way her blouse would have been baringly opened if not for the scarf, and the model-like face crowning it all. She politely offered her something to drink, and was surprised that the offer was accepted. While making it she doubled the alcoholic content and handed it over. It was accepted graciously enough and drunk down rapidly. Casandra tasted the strong alcohol as it went down, but she had already determined her course of action. If she could find a way to join in on this little flesh-pile, she would have a tie to Jimmy that could help her career go right to the top. And if his wife didn't like it, well, the hell with her. She wasn't exactly in a position to say no. The warmth spread through her and she kicked off her heels to make herself more comfortable. She knew that Jimmy was on the spot, so she used that leverage to make him squirm. "Do you have parties like this often?" He fidgeted in his chair and replied in the negative. She asked who the people were, so he pointed out each and put a name to them. Dana continued to eye her suspiciously, but Casandra took her jacket off and got more comfortable on the chair. Though the scarf modestly covered her cleavage, it couldn't conceal the swelling breasts beneath. The warmth of the alcohol spread through her and loosened her tongue. "I never knew there was this side of you, James. You're always so proper in the office." Dana inwardly exulted at those words, for this vixen had given away that Jimmy hadn't crossed the line with her, even though she wouldn't have blamed him if he had. This slim red-haired female exuded sensuality -- the kind most men couldn't resist. She mentally gave Jim a point for having resisted. As they continued to chit-chat, Casandra continued to get more comfortable, taking the scarf off and pulling her skirt up so that she could tuck her legs under her on the chair. Someone in the living room had turned off the music and put a blue movie on the tape machine, and she could hear the sounds of video love-making going on in the background. Drinks continued to be consumed, and when the subject of the pool outside came up, Casandra's interest showed. "Oooh, I'd love to take a dip in that pool. It looks gorgeous." "Do you like to swim?" Dana asked innocently. "Why yes I do. I've been swimming since I was a little girl, and am quite accomplished," she bragged. She didn't realize that Dana was luring her into a trap. "I believe that in about an hour the Moon Crew will be out." She briefly explained the group of people that frequented the pool in the dark hours. "Maybe we could join them, and maybe..." she paused for effect, "even swim against each other." It sounded so naively offered that Casandra took the bait readily. "You mean a race?" and she laughed giddily. "Why whatever for?" Dana handed her another drink and the alcohol raced through her veins, dulling her normally sharp-minded intellect. "Well," Dana leaned over the table to whisper conspiratorially, "I think we both really know why you're here? But first, let me ask you, have you ever done it with another woman?" "Oh yuck," Cassie grimaced, "what do you think I am?" "What I think doesn't matter. But let me wager you this little bet: we do two laps of the pool - if you win, you can have my husband for a solid hour, no questions asked and my full blessing. If I win you have to make love to me. What do you say?" she finished whispering. Casandra looked over at the well-developed pectorals on Jim, looked back at his wife and nodded her head. She was so confident in her swimming abilities that she began unbuttoning her blouse. Soon she shed it revealing a purple silk bra with black trim containing two small but shapely breasts. She stood up, unzipped her skirt and stepped out of it so that they could see her matching panties and all black-lace garter belt. She unsnapped and slowly rolled down her stockings, then took off the garter belt. "Will this be acceptable as my swim suit?" Dana gave her taut body a good once over. She didn't like the snotty attitude on this woman, but her curves were another matter. She admired the way Casandra held herself and had to remind herself to answer the question. She offered to loan her a real suit and the two of them headed back to the bedroom. A few minutes later they both returned wearing Speedo racing suits. They were the "paper" suit variety that was so close fitting they were like an extra layer of skin. Being taller than Dana, Cassie's was stretched even tighter than normal, but the effect on her was very eye- pleasing. The suit was cut high on the hip, pulled even higher by Casandra's longer torso, and the effect made her shapely legs look a mile long. Jim met them in the living room and the three of them joined the rest to watch the last half of the movie. He knew that either way the bet went, he was going to come out a winner. He'd fantasized about this co- worker, but had never been anything but business-like with her. Her cool exterior had told him she was off-limits, but obviously fire thrived below her surface. He didn't expect to have the hour with her because he knew about all of the meets Dana had won when they were going together back in college. Dana had been a phys. ed. major, and used her athletic abilities mostly for aerobics classes these days, but she had been a high caliber swimmer, and still was strong in the sport. Oh well, he mused, at least he'd get to see this leggy snoot eating his wife. As the movie moved on towards the end, Janie and Gary said their goodbyes, threw on enough clothes to be decent, and headed out the door hand in hand. The rest wanted to stay for the end, and then the true climax to the evening: the pool race between the two competitive women. Another round of drinks for everyone finished up their indoor activities, and then out onto the pool deck they went. Dana pretended to finish her drink, but had been abstaining since they were interrupted so as to keep a clear head. Apparently either Janie or Gary had spread the word, though, for the Moon Crew was already out and ready for the race. As was typical at this time of night there was very little illumination so that the Moon Crew could do their thing in relative obscurity. But tonight someone had turned on the underwater lights in the pool so that there would be no question about who the winner was. Dana led the way to the end of the shallow end and the basic rules were again established for all to hear. Dana said, "Two laps of the pool, a standing start, someone neutral to say 'go'. If you win you get my husband for an hour, and if I win I get you." A murmur of excitement whispered through the small crowd and smiles were seen. Quickly, based on visual criteria, small side bets broke out. Dana was a fan favorite amongst the complex, but this auburn-haired vixen looked like no athletic slouch. Gary stepped up and offered his services as starter, so the stage was set. Casandra took a minute to stretch and shake out her muscles. She wished she'd brought her goggles, but never had expected to be in such a situation. She'd come for the purpose of checking out her competition for her supervisor (Jimmy), and instead had found herself involved in a real competition. Confidently she stepped up to the edge of the pool. Dana was there already, and both leaned over into a racer's starting stance. Gary called out the 'get ready, set..." and with a"GO!" the race was under way. Both bodies shot from the wall in fleet arcs and disappeared below the surface for only a moment. Then they surfaced and stroked the water rapidly. Casandra was in the early lead as they churned up their lanes. Neither seemed to be struggling as they neared the far end, their lithe bodies long dark streaks with the lighting below them. They made their flip turns one after the other. Dana had taken the right hand lane on purpose so that she'd be on Casandra's left side for the final lap. That way she could easily look over to see what her position was relative to her challenger's. She was surprised to see that she was a quarter body-length behind. By the end of the first lap she lost even more ground. After the flip turn she took a deep breath, held it, and bore down with all her might. Not that she would have minded losing the race as far as letting Jimmy have Cassie for the promised hour. She figured it would be better to let them go at it with her blessing than for either to yearn inwardly for the coupling. Only deceit and damage to their relationship could come of that. No, she wanted to see that smug nose buried in her muff. This was a woman who obviously was not used to losing, and her cocky attitude had been very disdainful to her. She gave it all she had to show the debutante that there was something to her after all. Then it was Casandra who was surprised when she reached the wall for her flip turn. Instead of pulling away, she was only a second ahead of her boss's petite wife. She pushed off hard, but her head swam after the flip, and from the way they were facing, she couldn't easily see her competition for the last lap. Her oxygen was depleting rapidly, and she could feel herself slowing down, so when she finally touched the wall to finish she looked over to see if she'd won. No one was in the other lane and she began to shout hurray, but then she looked up to see that Dana was already standing there over her. She looked around at the cheering faces to see if this was some conspiracy to fool her into thinking she'd lost, but she didn't see any evidence that she'd done anything other than lose. Dana reached down to pull her out, and Casandra sheepishly reached up a hand, but then braced her foot on the wall and pulled hard. Dana wasn't expecting the move and flipped over her head to land ungraciously in the water. Casandra then hopped out and announced quietly to the spectators, "I never said I'd be a good loser." Jimmy helped Dana out again, and Dana, rather than being put out by the cheap trick stood looking rather victorious. Inwardly she knew that Casandra wouldn't fight the results any more than she just had. She toweled off and went over to where her rival was sitting and pouting on a lounge chair over on the grass. "Nice race." "Yeah," came back a surly reply. "You ready to pay up?" "Have I got any other choice?" "Nope." "Ok, how do we do this? Back to your place?" "Nope - right where we are." Casandra looked up. "Right here?! Are you kidding?!" "Nope again. I'm going to lie down on that lounge chair of yours, and I want you to do a lot of kissing. Understand?" "Guess so..." Casandra got up from the chair and Dana sat down, her legs straddling the long chair. "Take it from the top - literally. Start here," she said indicating her mouth, " and work your way down my body. Peel away my suit as you go. When you get down to the place where most people have hair, I want lots of kissing and tongue action. Got it?" Casandra nodded slightly as she kept her head down. She looked over at the crowd, but hardly anyone was paying them much attention now. They had coupled up and headed to chairs of their own for the most part. The exception was Jimmy, Kiko and Kaz. They sat in chairs singly facing the two women. Casandra noticed that Kaz had some kind of mixed drink in a plastic cup so walked over, took it from him and downed it. Then she headed back over to where Dana was sitting. "Ready or not, here I go." The alcohol added to her bloodstream rapidly and helped her detach herself from the scene. She could almost see herself from a 3rd perspective lean over and kiss the woman on the lounge chair. She had never done it with a woman before, and even though she wasn't looking forward to the experience she had too much pride to back out of the agreement. She had kissed hundreds of males, and found that kissing a female wasn't much different. She slipped her tongue between Dana's moist lips and gave it her best shot. Dana kissed her back passionately as her arms circled around her back. As they embraced Casandra noticed that she could feel the other woman's breasts tight up against her own and it felt surprisingly good. She wondered at the sensations she was feeling, never imagining that she could possibly get turned on by this experience. But there was no doubting the thrill she was feeling. It didn't occur very often with the men she'd been fucking lately, mostly to advance her career. She'd been looking forward to bedding Jimbo, though. He wasn't twice her age with a large gut and small privates. Instead, she found herself in his wife's arms, and she was finding it erotic. After some prolonged kissing she remembered her instructions and began kissing her way down this woman's tight body. She kissed behind the small earlobes and sucked them gingerly. This brought a satisfying sigh which encouraged her to try her other love-making techniques. She slipped her hand under the suit strap and slid it over Dana's shoulder. She worked her way down to the neck with her kisses and slipped off the other strap. Dana was beginning to arch her back as Casandra tugged the suit down and over her breasts, exposing them to the cool night air. The dark nipples were swollen and stiff, and the moisture from the suit still clung to them. Casandra quickly kissed her way down to them and while she sucked one of the hardened nipples she palmed and pinched the other. Dana had her head back and her eyes closed as she moaned her yesses. Casandra moved her hands up and down the nylon bathing suit that clung to Dana's body. She could feel the tension of the muscles beneath her exploring fingers. Dana's breathing had increased noticeably, and Casandra wondered at the ease with which she had ignited this woman's fire. She admitted to herself, though, that the swimming competition had started her own engine, and even though she wished she had won and bedded Jim with his wife's blessing, still she was enjoying herself a lot more than she had expected. She knew what Dana was experiencing, if being turned on by a woman was anything like it was with a man. The kettle would slowly increase in temperature, simmer a while, then begin to bubble and finally boil over in ecstasy. If Dana's "kettle" was anything like her own then she knew what it would take to make it boil uncontrollably, and that was now her goal. Dana's suit had now been rolled down to her belly, and after massaging both the nipples and the entire breasts, Casandra leaned down to taste the other. Dana's were not unusually large mammaries, but they were larger than Casandra's, and she smothered them all over with ardent kisses and wet licks. The nipples were quite hard, so she sucked them each in a particularly hard way, as that brought the most oohs and aahs from their owner. As she sucked each teat she ran her one hand down the wet fabric until she found the place where her finger was able to probe inwardly a little bit. There she rested her hand and allowed her finger to rub the area up and down, working the material a good bit into the slit. Dana spread her legs at this treatment and arched her back so that the breast in Casandra's mouth was forced in even deeper. Casandra found that in spite of her reservations, she couldn't deny that her own arousal was increasing. Her own breasts were tingling, and she broke away from her subject only long enough to strip off her own suit in one quick fluid motion. In the back of her mind she couldn't believe that she was naked in an outside setting, making love to someone's wife in front of him, yet her only concern at the moment was to get back down to the glistening body before her and continue this passionate encounter. Jimmy was enjoying watching the action as it progressed, and just when his co-worker stood to shed her own suit and expose herself completely, he noticed the action going on next to him between Kaz and Kiko. They had been making out and watching Casandra and Dana, but then they stopped to have a whispered conversation. Finally they smilingly turned to him and Kazuhiko said, "We would like to share something with you. You have been most generous to both of us, in many ways, and to repay your friendship we would like to share 'shaziku' with you. "That," he explained, "is one of the most ancient of Japanese traditions. It symbolizes deep friendship, where two men become closer than brothers, and share all they have. You have shared your home, your customs, your love techniques with us, so we offer 'shaziku' to you. Will you accept this offer?" Jim was touched by Kaz's sincerity, and agreed. "What, though, does it entail?" Kaz started laughing while Kiko looked down, and amidst his guffaws he managed to say, "Ah ha - you make very good joke!" "What do you mean - I just asked what it entails." Kaz regained control and replied, "We not explain. We just show you. You have accepted 'shaziku', so let us enter into this pact." Kiko removed herself from his lap and walked over near to where Dana and Casandra were continuing their nocturnal love-making. Dana's suit had been peeled down to her thighs, and Casandra's head was down to kissing her belly and was descending lower rapidly. Kiko pulled a chaise lounge chair up close to the two women, and gestured Jimmy to sit on it. When he sat on the edge she had him turn and sit with his legs together at the near end of the lounge chair and lay his head down at the other end. He watched as she slowly removed the leotard she had put back on before leaving his condo earlier. As it slipped down he could see that it was all she had been wearing, and he gazed on her desirable young body once again. The stirring in his loins attracted her attention and she leaned over and pulled his shorts down and off his legs. His tool had been fairly stiff from watching his wife's treatment, but now it was as hard as a rock, and with the situation developing in the direction is was, figured he'd have good reason to be so hard. Kiko leaned over and began giving his prick a tongue bath. She didn't suck him at all, but he still enjoyed watching her lick him up and down with her nearly dripping tongue. This exercise had a purpose, though, besides to please him. She finally stopped, stepped over him with her back to his chest, and lined up her crotch with his. Kaz was now standing beside them as she hovered in that position. Jimmy ached for her to lower down onto his welcoming committee, but she remained poised above him as Kaz said, "'Shaziku' is the sharing of everything - my goods, my home, even my wife. And it is sealed by sharing the wife at the same time. But she remains the wife of her husband, and so her wife-side is his whenever we are both having her. You may share the back side, and together we will be joined in 'shaziku'!" And with that she prepared to descend upon his stiffness. She licked her fingers, wetting them thoroughly, and worked them around and then in the tiny little hole between her cute little butt cheeks. Then she grabbed his slippery-made cock and pointed it straight up at herself. He felt the large head at the end of his shaft finally make contact with that little opening, but it resisted his entry. She continued to lower herself down anyway, and it had no choice but to give way to the hard shaft, allowing it to barely creep in. She stopped for a moment when the head was in, took a deep breath, and as her sphincter muscles relaxed, continued her way down. The feeling was tight and sweet to him, and soon she had her tiny ass cheeks firmly resting on his lap. Jimmy just laid there a moment and luxuriated in the feeling. He was tightly into Kiko's backside, and he gripped her tiny waist, watching as her dark tresses moved about on her shoulders. He looked at his wife who lay on the lounge chair next to his, and though her eyes were nearly closed slits, her face was turned towards him with a cat-like smile that said 'this is the life.' Casandra had obviously figured out how to please another woman. Then he felt Kiko purposely tightening and loosening her ass muscles, and had never felt such intense pleasure. It was so pure it was almost painful. Then she leaned back and laid on his chest. He reached around her to cradle her breasts, wanting to give back even a small measure of the pleasure she was giving him, but he felt his hands pried loose and Kaz saying, "In 'shaziku' you are allowed to share half, and you have strayed onto the wrong side." Looking over Kiko's shoulder he saw Kaz stepping up between both her and his legs. He was about to become the bottom third of a hot human sandwich, but he accepted it willingly. Kaz moved up and into Kiko's snatch, and then he too laid down, propping himself up a little on his knees to take some of the pressure off. Jimmy could actually feel Kaz's penis working its way into her. He hadn't realized how thin the wall was between a woman's vagina and anus. Their stiff cocks were virtually alongside each other within Kiko, and when Kaz began to slowly fuck her, Jimmy received each of the thrusts on his own genitals. He could almost imagine that it was he being screwed. 'This 'shaziku' was alright stuff,' he decided. By now Casandra was curiously exploring the first pussy not her own. She used her tongue as her main probing tool, and discovered that the juices exuding the hairless cunt had a different flavor from her own. She often had tasted herself during her solo performances in the bedroom, and was surprised to taste such a difference. Dana's, she decided, was more salty, where her's was more musky. She also knew exactly where the love button was, and just how she liked it pushed, so she did her best to provide that for Dana. She licked all around it, teasingly flicking it now and then to let her subject know that she knew exactly what she was doing. Dana's fingers were entwined in her hair and kept an insistent pressure on her to bury her face in her steamy muff, but Casandra resisted the pressure and kept up her torture. She could tell also, knowing the signs exactly, that she had brought Dana to a shuddering climax twice already, and it was her intent to do it twice more before abandoning herself to whatever else was to come. Dana had practically zoned out of her body from the treatment she was receiving so excruciatingly exquisite was it, but then she noticed that she was not the only one moaning and crying out. She peeked through her eyelids and saw little Kiko sandwiched between Jim and Kaz, and could see why she was verbalizing her pleasure as well. Both men were buried to the hilt in her tight body as she gasped out her pleasure. Then Dana had to shut her eyes tight as the next wave of pleasure swept over her. When it started to recede the tongue going at her began to work again and she could settle back and wait for the next installment. She peeked again to see Kiko being doubly pounded, and the frail young woman was rhythmically crying out in either great pain or great pleasure. Perhaps both, she thought. Then another wave surged up within her and she forgot all about anyone else. Casandra decided that it was time she got a little action herself, so using her head as the pivot point she turned her body around 180 degrees so that they were now in a 69-position. Hands eagerly gripped her thighs and pulled her own crotch down onto the awaiting mouth. She hadn't expected to enjoy this encounter all that much, but she could feel her labial lips quivering at the love-tonguing she was getting. She could tell that her own juices were oozing freely as she went back to work on the pussy before her. Dana wasn't going slowly or torturously as she had, but was working her clit for all she was worth and it soon paid off. Casandra felt her legs clamping onto Dana's head as the feeling spread from her twat up and throughout her body in a burst of physical exultation! Her every nerve tingled and she knew that her hair must be standing on end as electrified as she felt. Then she pried herself out from between Dana's legs as the oriental girl next to her screamed out in delight and the faces of the two men in her shivered in ecstasy as they both came in her at the same time. She did another 180 and fell into the well muscled arms of her paramour. They hugged and kissed tenderly, both exhausted from their competition in the water and their frenzied love-making. Casandra then nestled down between Dana's breasts and whispered, "My lovers call me Cassie." "Thank you, Cassie." Casandra kissed the nipple nearest her mouth and added, "You may have won the race, but I think we both were the winners." Dana nodded her agreement as the two hugged their naked bodies together in the dim light of the night.