STORY 1: CASSY By Buckaroo42
Season One
Jarrod and Nick had been friends with Cassy since they were in grade school. She was a sweet girl and both of them had been more than friends with her over the years. Hers was a hard life and it wasn’t long before she found herself working at the saloon just to make ends meet. Both Barkley’s had offered her money to make a better life for herself, but being a saloon girl was all she knew. Besides, she was good at it. She could pick and choose who she wanted and get top dollar in the process.
It just
so happened that her two favorite men walked in to the saloon that night and
she felt a warmness creep over her as it spread to her loins. Nick’s style was a little on the wild side,
but Jarrod. He held a very special place
in her heart. Walking over to the two
gentlemen, she said seductively, “Well, what brings the both of you to town?”
Nick
pulled her into his lap and snuggled in her ear, “Hello Cassy.
It’s been a long time. I missed you.”
Jarrod frowned as Nick held onto Cassy.
Cassy pulled back and eyed Nick
slyly, “I can see how much you missed me.”
She accentuated her point by pressing herself firmly into his already
rising erection.
Nick grabbed
the table firmly with both hands and bit back a moan. Jarrod couldn’t stop the smile at his
brother’s reaction. Nick glared at him as he taunted, “Laugh it up big brother,
you were on the trail as long as I was and I don’t see her sitting in your lap.”
Jarrod
was no longer smiling and it was Nick’s turn to laugh. Still sitting on Nick’s
lap, Cassy leaned over and used Jarrod’s thigh for
support as she whispered in his ear. Whatever she said caused Jarrod to turn
red and his eyes looked at her with shocked surprise. As she watched his
reaction, she used her fingers to rub his sac and smiled when he closed his
eyes and shivered at the sensation her touch elicited. As she removed her hand,
Jarrod reached for his beer and took a quick drink to steady his nerves. He
took a couple of breaths hoping to stop the growing hardness. Cassy was a very
voluptuous woman, and it was hard to deny her natural beauty with her long red
hair and green eyes. Despite his
reservations at her suggestion, Jarrod found himself
watching with anticipation as she leaned down and whispered in Nick’s ear. Nick’s eyes got wide and they darted from Cassy to Jarrod.
Staring
pointedly at his brother, Nick raised his eyebrow and Jarrod reluctantly bowed
his head in agreement. Cassy smiled wide and led Nick up the stairs to her
room. Jarrod quickly finished his beer,
left the saloon and found his way upstairs through the back door. Old habits
ingrained, he never even considered going up the way Cassy
and Nick had.
Jarrod
entered her room and locked the door behind him. Wouldn’t want any
unexpected visitors tonight. Nick
already had Casey sitting on the bed and she was wasting no time unbuttoning
his pants to get at his prize. Jarrod’s heartbeat sped up as he watched her remove Nick’s shaft and begin
teasing it with her tongue. Nick was a big man and his manhood was easily ten
inches long. Jarrod was in awe as he
watched her take a good portion of it deep into her throat, his own male member
aching for attention. The material of his pants strained against his bulging
erection and the action before him did nothing but make him more
uncomfortable. He may not be as long as
Nick, but he made up for it in girth.
His loins hardened painfully as he thought of the tightness that would
enclose him.
Jarrod
moved to the bed and eased himself down behind Cassy. He slowly began unbuttoning her dress as he
nibbled on her ear. Freeing all the buttons, he slipped her dress from her
shoulders as she continued to deep throat his brother. Nick was in pure heaven. His head thrown back
and small groans of pleasure escaped his mouth as Cassy
worked her hands and mouth over his erection. Jarrod worked the laces of her
corset loose and her breasts spilled forth from their confinement. Sitting down
he hastily removed his boots and pants then positioned himself behind her, his
engorged member pressed tightly to her back.
Reaching around her he cupped her creamy mounds in his hands and
squeezed them firmly as he leaned over her and showered hot kisses down her
neck. Cassy leaned into Jarrod as he kissed her and
Nick’s swollen flesh eased from her mouth.
Nick
gasped suddenly as she released him, “Oh god, Cassy!!
Don’t stop!” He guided himself back to Cassy’s mouth
and she moved her hand to the base of his shaft as she stroked it firmly. Nick began thrusting into her mouth, and his
grunts of pleasure only turned her on more.
Jarrod fondled her ample breasts and then he took one of the sensitive
peaks and rolled it between two fingers. He continued to pull and squeeze her
taut nub until he heard her moan . Cassy flinched as
his other hand slipped down her abdomen to the juncture of her thighs.
Jarrod felt her wetness and he pushed his
throbbing, rigid flesh into her back, sighing with satisfaction at the
increased friction. Jarrod’s thrusting pushed Cassy
onto Nick’s aching shaft
and Nick sucked in a sharp breath as he went deeper into Cassy’s throat. Jarrod used his fingers on the bundle of
nerves between her legs and was rewarded with a deep moan. Wanting more, Cassy
spread her legs wide, allowing Jarrod more room to work. Her dress was impeding his progress but he
was determined and he wiggled a finger into her opening. Pressing down firmly on his finger, Cassy tried to deepen the penetration.
Jarrod
nipped the nape of her neck and pinched her nipple more firmly as he thrust his
finger into her warm center. Feeling her
begin to shudder, he thrust himself against her and whispered huskily into her
ear, “Cum for me Cassy.” Her whole body shivered and Jarrod slipped
another finger inside her. Abandoning his own pleasure, he focused his
attention on making her climax. Moving around her, he worked his mouth down her
velvety breast until he had the precious morsel in his mouth. He circled his
tongue around the hard tip as his fingers moved fervently in and out of her hot
core. Cassy
was moaning loudly and Nick could feel the vibrations caress his hardness as he
strove for completion. Jarrod could
sense her impending release and he took her nipple in his teeth and nipped at
the aching bud as his thumb found her center and began circling it firmly. Cassy threw her
head back as she clenched and shuddered around Jarrod’s fingers. Nick found his
engorged flesh buried to the hilt. Unable to stop his release, he held her head
firmly and thrust sharply one more time.
Nick
stopped breathing, threw his head back and yelled, “Oh god...!” as his whole body
tensed and he released his seed deep in her throat. His body continued to thrust weakly as she
swallowed all he had to offer. Jarrod
sat back and watched their release and he finally had to close his eyes to keep
from loosing control over his own release.
Sitting back on his haunches his hand dropped to his own aching flesh
and he grasped it lightly as he listened to the harsh breathing fill the
room.
Nick
dropped to his knees when his legs would no longer hold him up and he tried to
control his ragged breathing. Cassy recovered quickly and stood to remove her dress.
Knowing that Jarrod wasn’t done and knowing what he would want, she sat on the
bed in front of him. Jarrod opened his
eyes when he felt the bed sink and seeing Cassy in
front of him slowly removed his hand from his aching erection and watched as
she replaced it with her own. Her touch
was like fire and as much as
he enjoyed this part of their lovemaking he knew he wouldn’t last
tonight. He watched her hand make slow
and teasing strokes over his burning flesh.
Her small hand couldn’t encompass him but he was beyond caring
tonight. His desire filled eyes caught
hers and he gasped between breaths, “Touch yourself Cassy. Spread your
legs so I can see, baby.”
Cassy dropped her hand and spread her nether
lips so Jarrod could see her own engorged flesh as she moved her hand up and
down his blood-filled shaft. Jarrod’s eyes locked on her fingers and his
breathing became ragged and loud as he strained against her hand, demanding
more pressure. Cassy
used his precum to lubricate his eager flesh and her
hand slid faster as he pumped himself into her hand, watching as she slid her
own fingers deep into her glistening moistness.
Nick was
in shock as he watched the two of them play out a scene they had obviously done
in the past. He was more of an action
man and foreplay was something he seldom got into, but he felt his manhood
twitch in anticipation as he watched them near their release. Jarrod felt the
slow burn begin deep in his belly and he moaned loudly, “Faster Cassy. Faster! Harder!”
Jarrod’s eyes were dark with desire and his body was covered in a fine
sheen of perspiration as he muttered, “Cum for me, oh god Cassy
I need you to cum for me.” Cassy worked her hand furiously over her own nub and that,
along with the sound of Jarrod moaning took her over the edge.
Cassy stopped moving her hand and
clapped down on it as the sensations overtook her. Jarrod covered the hand that
held his hot, pulsing flesh and arched into it as Cassy
screamed, “NOW!!” Jarrod felt his balls
tighten and he thrust sharply into his and Cassy’s
hands. Arching his back, he thrust one
last time as his seed exploded all over Cassy’s
stomach. Jarrod moaned as Cassy stroked him dry, “Ahh......!!!!” Trembling from his release, Jarrod collapsed
forward onto his hands as he covered Cassy’s mouth
and face with sensual kisses.
Nick
stood up and removed his pants then quickly joined his brother and Cassy on the bed.
Not yet hard, he was content to watch as Jarrod caressed and kissed Cassy. Unable to stay upright, Jarrod slowly lowered her to
the bed and lay beside her, never removing his hand from her as he caressed her
soft creamy skin. Nick lay at her other side and leaning on his elbow proceeded to
play with her firm mounds of flesh.
Cassy thrashed between them as the
two of them caressed and stroked her. Jarrod sat up and moved to kneel between
her legs. Grabbing her legs he pulled her away from the headboard and then
lifting her knees, spread her legs wide, opening her soft petals for him. His eyes dropped to her opening and the glistening
moisture drew him closer. Lowering his head, his tongue darted out and tasted
her sweet dew. Cassy moaned with pleasure and arched
her back as Jarrod circled her nub with his tongue. Nick’s hardened flesh was demanding attention
and he lifted up and straddled her chest.
Grasping the headboard, he settled his member between her breasts and slowly buried himself
between her soft, ripe mounds. Cassy whimpered at the onslaught and grabbed her own
breasts as she squeezed Nick’s member and he pumped against her. With Nick
effectively pinning her down, Jarrod used the opportunity to thrust his tongue
inside her warm depths. Cassy gasped at the sensation
and felt the wetness cover her loins. Jarrod licked with abandon, then suddenly concentrated his efforts on her nub. Taking
the delicate bud between his lips, he sucked and pulled as Cassy
groaned at his ministrations, her breathing in urgent gasps. Nick stopped himself short of release and
lifted himself off to sit beside her, his own breathing fast and hard. Cassy was writhing against Jarrod’s hand as he worked her
nub, “Oh Jarrod, please I need someone inside me. NOW!!! Both men sat up and
quickly removed their remaining shirts, their eyes never leaving Cassy as she lay panting with desire.
Nick
looked questioningly at Jarrod and received a nod, so he rolled onto Cassy and spread her legs as he lay between them. Jarrod had plans of his own and got off the
bed to look for Cassy’s special oils. He was the one that made sure she always had
them so he knew where she kept them.
Positioning
himself above Cassy, Nick grabbed his shaft and
guided it to her entrance. Cassy looked at him, her
body screaming with need, “Now Nick!! Oh pleaseeeeee!” Taking her pleas as permission, he plunged
into her slick heat and buried himself until his balls brushed against
her. Cassy
arched her back and Nick collapsed onto her, holding himself deep inside her as
he tried to control his mounting desire to pound into her. Pulling out until he was almost free of her,
he thrust back into her hard. He continued the slow, hard thrusts as Cassy thrashed beneath him. “Oh god Nick!
Faster! Faster!”
Nick
whispered huskily, “Easy Cassy! I’m just getting’
started.” He pulled her close and held her as he rolled them both over so she
was straddling him. Both of them groaned as she ground against him, deepening
his penetration. Grasping her hips, Nick
held her as he thrust up sharply, Cassy matching his
motions. Too near the edge, she began
panting and Nick knew she wouldn’t last. As she ground herself into him, he
used his hand and began rubbing her nub, fighting the urge to join her in her
release. Cassy had her head thrown back and she
leaned forward to rest on Nick’s chest as she pressed herself down on to him.
Her hardened nipples brushed his chest and Nick gasped as her muscles clamped
around his throbbing manhood. She screamed and held herself motionless as she
rode out her release. Panting with desire, Nick clenched the sheets as he
resisted the need to pump into her. He held her to him as she collapsed against
him, and sighed as her inner muscles finally began to relax, grateful for a
chance to calm his raging desire.
Jarrod
saw his chance and moved up behind Cassy, her body
totally relaxed as she lay on top of Nick.
Watching his brother with interest, Nick felt his maleness twitch as
Jarrod took the oil and spread it liberally onto his erection then slip a
finger in between Cassy’s buttocks. Jarrod pushed against her tight opening and
his oiled finger slipped inside.
Encouraged by Cassy’s moaning at the change of
sensation, he inserted another finger and scissored
them to expand the tight muscles of her sphincter. With his other hand, he coated his hot,
throbbing flesh with oil until it strained in his hand. Grasping Cassy’s hips, he pulled her towards him, at the same time
lifting her off of Nick. The cool air
hitting Nick’s hot, wet flesh made him gasp sharply. Nick grasped his erection
and continued stroking it as he watched Jarrod press his own erection between Cassy cheeks.
Holding
his member firmly in one hand, Jarrod pushed against her tight opening and
stifled a moan as the head nudged through the tight barrier. Holding himself perfectly still, he allowed Cassy time to adjust to his size as he rubbed her back in
slow circles and asked with concern, “Cassy, are you
okay?” Cassy shook her head at the pain and tried to relax, knowing once she relaxed the pain would vanish,
leaving only a tight full feeling.
Jarrod
knew it was painful, but he continued to utter reassurances, “Just relax baby.
I won’t move. Just let me know when you’re ready.” Cassy nodded and
Nick reached up and held her face as he watched her slowly relax. As she
relaxed, her muscles loosened and she no longer felt the pain, only a
heightened desire. Nick watched as she slowly pushed against Jarrod, who was
trembling with his own desire.
“Oh Cassy, I gotta move. Please!” pleaded Jarrod and Cassy nodded. Jarrod’s face was strained as he held her
tightly and pushed into her hot, sweet pleasure. Cassy let loose a
long moan and Nick’s member jumped in his hand.
Jarrod was breathing heavy and panting in deep gasps as he was enveloped
in Cassy’s tight warm tunnel, his balls slapping her
thighs.
Nick was
pulling Cassy forward so she could straddle him as
Jarrod inched his way forward, being careful not to lose his precious hold on
her ass. He let Cassy take control as she slid down
onto Nick’s engorged manhood. Her own breathing was labored as she was filled
to capacity and her eyes were dark with desire. Leaning forward to rest on
Nick’s chest, Cassy tried to grind herself deeper
onto Nick’s member as Jarrod stretched out above her, his own hardness impaling
her deeper. Wanton with desire, her
holes screaming for attention, Cassy begged the two
men, “Move!!! Oh God I need you to move.”
It was
awkward, and neither man had the experience in this position, as they both
tried to thrust into Cassy’s body. Frustrated by the
limited motion, Nick hissed to Jarrod, “Roll on your side, on three. One, two, three.” On the count of three, Jarrod grabbed a
hold of Cassy and rolled on to his side taking Casey
and Nick with him. Sandwiched between the two men, Cassy
was helpless and had to rely on them for any action.
Jarrod
grasped her shoulder and eased himself from her until only the head of his
aching flesh remained, then sank himself into her again and again as he
listened to her moan, “Yesss, oh Jarrod!!!
More!” Nick grasped her shoulder for
leverage and began a slow pumping action of his own.
The men
finally established a rhythm and they held her in place by her shoulders and
pounded into her. Cassy was beside herself with
desire as she pleaded for some relief from the painful pleasure that was
overtaking her. As they slammed into her she moaned with desire, “Ohh...yessss! That’s it! Harder!
Oh god HARDER! HARDER!!!”
Nick
pulled out and thrust hard into her, his body screaming for release as his
flesh slammed into her time after time. His body heaved for air and the sweat
poured off as he strove for completion.
Jarrod stopped his own thrusting knowing Nick was too close to
stop. Letting his brother have control,
Jarrod held Cassy tight to his chest as Nick
continued to pound into her. Cassy was close and
Jarrod reached between her and Nick and played with her nub as Nick’s thrust’s
became erratic and he neared his release. Jarrod pushed hard against her nerve
center and suddenly felt her tense against him.
Her release was so violent, it squeezed his erection to an almost
painful point and her tight grip on it was the only thing stopping him from
loosing control. Nick too felt her
muscles grip him tightly and he pumped into her furiously as she quivered
around his massive flesh. In the throes of an orgasm, Cassy
grabbed Nick’s buttocks and pulled him closer as she let go a scream, “Oh my
god! I’m....cuming...!!!!!” Nick suddenly
arched his back and he slammed into her sharply, his body shaking
uncontrollably as his climax overtook him.
He made small stabbing thrusts as he tried to release every ounce of
milky white substance that shot from his straining cock. Completely exhausted he gave Cassy a tender kiss before slipping from her to roll onto
his back. He lay beside her, taking in a lung full of
air as his body relaxed in satisfaction.
Poor Jarrod
lay trembling with Cassy in his arms as he waited for
her to relax her death grip on his throbbing heat. When he finally felt her relax, he rolled on
top of her and pulled both Cassy and himself into a
kneeling position. His only thoughts were of release as he began pounding into
her. His balls slapping against her with each forward thrust.
Gripping her hips he held her firmly as he pushed harder and harder against her
flesh. Cassy began responding with a backward thrust
of her own and Jarrod knew he had to hurry or she would beat him to another
orgasm, effectively stopping his own once again. He begged her shamelessly, “Oh
god Cassy, not...yet...” He moved faster and faster until his thrusts
lost their rhythm and he felt his body begin it’s
eruption. Holding her hips he made one final thrust and his body twitched with
small uncontrolled thrusts as he filled her with his seed. His body screamed
and he released a long groan, “Casssssyyy......!!!”
As he
finished, he felt Cassy orgasm one more time and her
tightening muscles only heightened the sensations coursing through him as her
clenching muscles milked him to completion.
His body shuddered as tiny aftershocks assaulted his oversensitive
nerves. Leaning over Cassy’s
back, he planted tender kisses on her shoulders as his now soft member slipped
from her. The suddenness of it caused a
shiver and his back dropped as it traveled down his spine. Pulling Cassy close he rolled to his side taking her with him.
Spooned behind her, he caressed her heated skin softly, as he whispered with
concern, “Are you okay? We didn’t hurt you did we?”
Cassy clasped the arm that held her
and sighed, “No. I’m fine.” A smile graced her face as she added, “Never been
better.”
Jarrod
chuckled, “Me either.” Lifting himself
up to look over Cassy’s shoulder he could see Nick
sprawled out on the bed snoring lightly, and said with a grin, “him too.”
Cassy relaxed against him and asked
reluctantly, “You didn’t mind I asked did you?”
“Oh Cassy. If I’ve
learned anything from you, it’s that you will do what you want. While I admit I
wasn’t to thrilled with the idea at first, it did have
a certain forbiddenness to it that I found
compelling.” He embraced her closer and added playfully, “That does not mean
that I want to share you with my brother.
I prefer to have you to myself.”
“Me too, Jarrod.”
Jarrod
and Nick left Cassy in the early morning hours and
headed for home. Both men were slumped in the saddle from exhaustion but it was
a pleasant exhaustion and smiles graced both men’s faces. Leaning on the saddle
horn, Nick turned to Jarrod and asked curiously, “So tell me big brother, where
did you learn all that stuff.”
Jarrod chuckled, “If I
told you that little brother, you would know all my secrets.” He smiled at Nick’s disappointed look and
wondered what his little brother would think if he knew it was Cassy that had taught him most everything he knew about
women and how to please them.
12 Years
Before Season One
Jarrod
was home from law school for a few weeks in the summer. He loved to come home,
away from the crowded city. He loved the
city, but coming home was something he never failed to look forward too. He’d spent most of the morning out riding
with Nick and truth be told, he was sore.
Months of not riding on a regular basis had softened his backside and he
bypassed the trail home for the cutoff to the spring. The thought of dipping in the cool water and
removing all the trail dust was just too appealing to pass up.
After
tying his horse, Jarrod quickly shucked off his clothes and dove into the cool,
deep water. He stayed under for a few minutes, before shooting to the surface
in need of air. Shaking his head
briskly, water flew off in all directions, leaving him feeling much more
refreshed. His lean, youthful body
glistened as he swam back and forth in the deeper water. Tiring from his swim,
he made it to the water’s edge and planting his hands on one of the bigger
outcroppings of rock, he pushed himself out of the water. Sitting on the rock with
his knees drawn up, he leaned back on his hands and threw his head back as he
welcomed the warmth of the sun.
Suddenly,
an all too familiar voice startled him, “Ain’t that a pretty sight!” drawled a
very feminine voice.
Jarrod
leaned forward and wrapped his arms around his knees in an attempt to cover himself. Irritated at being disturbed and embarrassed by his
nakedness, Jarrod asked, “What are you doing here Cassy?”
Unaffected
by Jarrod’s tone, Cassy sat at his feet and stretched
out her legs beside him as she responded, “Well, it looks like I had the same
thing in mind as you.” Jarrod watched
her fan herself and had to admit it was a pretty hot day. Cassy probably used
this place more than he did considering the little time he’d been home in the last
year of so.
Jarrod
gazed at her and was surprised to note that she wore a simple cotton dress, not
one of her more dazzling saloon dresses.
Even in a simple dress, her figure grabbed his attention and he couldn’t
stop the flow of blood to his groin.
Cursing himself for his lack of control, he tried to bring his knees
into his chest to hide his rising erection from Cassy. He’d been without a woman for months and just
having Cassy this close was not helping. Ever since Cassy
had developed into a woman, Jarrod had to fight being aroused whenever he was
around her. This time was no exception
and Cassy knew it. Jarrod knew she knew it and he
looked at her sharply, “You just stay where you are. You hear me.”
Cassy smiled, “I’m just sitting here
minding my own business.” She let her eyes drop to his groin and looked at him
seductively.
Jarrod
didn’t miss her look, “I mean it. I’m not gonna let you do that to me this
time.”
“What?”
said Cassy, feigning innocence.
Jarrod felt himself redden as her eyes roamed over his naked body.
Cassy reached out and tried to touch
his drawn up leg and Jarrod leaned away from her touch. Jarrod spoke firmly, “I mean it Cassy. I told you I couldn’t do this anymore and I meant
it.”
Indignant
at Jarrod’s reaction, Cassy pouted, “Why not? You
never had a problem before.” She frowned
at him and asked, “You too good for me now that you’re the big college boy?”
Jarrod
retorted, “It’s not that and you know it. Making me feel guilty is not going to
get you what you’re after.”
Cassy threw her hands up in disgust,
“See now...that’s what I don’t get Jarrod. If you want it and I want it, what
difference does it make.”
“I told
you I just don’t feel right about it. I
feel like I’m using you Cassy. It’s the only time you see me.”
“Now
that ain’t true. You see me in town all the time.”
“It’s
not the same thing.”
They’d
had this argument more than once and Cassy refused to
give in, “I told you that I can’t be seen out with you Jarrod. The saloon is
one thing, but I ain’t cut out for no society life. I
am what I am, a simple saloon girl.”
Jarrod
eyed her carefully and spoke sincerely, “You my dear Cassy
are anything but simple.” His pulse
raced and his breathing increased as he ran his eyes down her length. His
maleness jerked in response to his thoughts and he bit back a groan. He was so
turned on by her presence that he was afraid if she touched him he would lose
it instantly. His eyes found hers and he said, “Damn it Cassy, you
aren’t just any saloon girl to me. You’re my friend. I can’t keep using you
like this.”
Cassy moved forward and sat with her
hip touching his. He flinched but didn’t move away and she had to duck her head
to hide her smile. Regaining her
composure, she looked him in the eye and her voice dropped as she spoke, “I
know what I mean to you Jarrod, but that don’t change the fact that I’m still a
saloon girl. Why can’t you just accept that and enjoy the time we get to be
together?” Her big green eyes drew him
forward and he found himself leaning towards her as he sought out her full,
sensuous lips. Covering her lips with his own, he kissed her passionately,
unable to stop the flow of emotions any longer.
Dropping
her hand, she reached under his leg and grasped his sac in her hand, as Jarrod slid
his tongue into her mouth. Her touch set him on fire, and he pulled back as he
tried to remove her hand from his aching orbs. He cried out desperately, “Oh
god Cassy, I’m gonna cum right now if you don’t let
go!”
Cassy moved so she was kneeling in
front of him, his upraised leg pressed firmly against her aching core. She
rubbed her self up and down as she purred, “Do it for me, honey. I love it when
you lose control.”
Jarrod’s
oversensitive erection throbbed painfully as he watched her hand move to grasp
him and he was no longer able to stop the burn that he’d fought so hard
against. His body jerked suddenly and he gasped at the intensity of the
explosion as he shot his seed into Cassy’s hand. With
short gasps of air, his body twitched uncontrollably with his release and he
moaned in blissful agony. Leaning forward, he dropped his head between his
knees and tried to get some much needed air into his lungs. His body trembled as it struggled to get
blood back where it belonged. Cassy backed away
enough to give him some room and watched as his back heaved in an attempt to
draw in more air. She smiled at his
reaction and said playfully, “Oh Jarrod, they’re working you too hard at that
college of yours if you don’t have time to find you a woman.”
Recovering
from his mind-shattering climax, Jarrod grabbed her, leaned back and pulled her
on top of him as he said slyly, “I was saving myself for you.”
“I
thought you said you didn’t want me anymore?”
Jarrod
let her loose and sat up, shaking his head, “I never said I didn’t want you. I
said I couldn’t do this anymore.”
Cassy eyed him mischievously, “You
need to work on your defense, Counselor.”
Jarrod
leaned back and laughed, “I suppose I do at that.”
Standing
up, Cassy unbuttoned her dress and said, “Well I came
to go swimming. Care to join me.”
Jarrod
stood and helped her with her dress as he teased, “Just swimming?”
He
helped her pull the dress over her head and Cassy
replied, “Well, I was hoping to find some cowboy out on the range, but I guess
you’ll have to do in a pinch.”
Looking
surprised at first, Jarrod recovered and gave her an evil grin, “Why you...” He
grabbed her around the waist and carried her struggling form to the water and
just before he threw her in, he chuckled, “I show you in a pinch.”
He
joined her in the water and the two of them played and splashed for quite some
time before returning to dry land.
Jarrod pushed her up on the rock and was going to join her, but his eye were captivated by they way the water dripped from her
luscious curves. Pushing her legs apart, he pulled her towards him and stood
between them. She was positioned just right so that her breasts presented him
with a tasty morsel. Jarrod lifted his
hand and using his fingertip he traced a drop of moisture as is ran down her
chest and across her breast then come to a stop at the end of her nipple.
Leaning forward, his tongue darted out and he lightly pulled the drop onto his
tongue. Cassy
moaned with pleasure and he repeated the same touch on her other breast. As the
drop reached her taut nipple, he enclosed his mouth around it and sucked it
from her creamy flesh. Jarrod suckled and pulled on her pebbled tip while his
thumb and forefinger pinched and played with its twin. Cassy’s
cries urged him on and the only thing keeping him from claiming her then and
there was the cold water on his warm flesh.
His
mouth continued its assault on her breast and he moved his hand to caress her
soft skin as he worked it down her flat stomach to stroke her thighs. With teasing motions, he avoided what she
wanted most. His fingers touched her
triangular mound as he played with her outer lips, careful not to touch her
sensitive nub. Cassy tried to push herself into his
hand, her body screaming for attention.
Jarrod removed his mouth from her nipple and nipped his way down her
abdomen until he reached her core. Using
his fingers, he spread her delicate flesh and was drawn to her sweet, aromatic
smell. Instead of teasing, he firmly placed his lips around her nerve center
and sucked on it. With a sharp intake of breath, Cassy
groaned in ecstasy and grabbed Jarrod’s hair as he pulled her engorged nub into
his mouth and played his tongue across it. Breathless, Cassy
moaned loudly, “Ohhhhhhh...more Jarrod.”
Jarrod
felt himself begin to harden despite the cold water and his tongue moved lower,
probing Cassy’s warmness. Her arms trembling, Cassy
held his head tightly as she ground herself against him. As he continued to thrust his tongue in and
out of her opening, he used a free hand to tug at her sensitive nipple. Cassy shuddered
uncontrollably and pleaded in a ragged breath, “I need you.”
Jarrod
returned to her nub and sucked on it feverishly until Cassy’s
pleas turned desperate, “Oh Jarrod...please!! I need to touch you.”
With a
smile of satisfaction, Jarrod lifted himself out of the water and sat beside Cassy. Pulling her close, he kissed her soft, full lips
with such intensity Cassy felt herself melting in his
embrace. Dropping her hand, she rubbed it over his erection and with slow
teasing strokes brought it to full attention until Jarrod pulled back gasping
for breath. With a firm, but gentle hand, she pushed against his smooth chest
until he was lying on his back. Jarrod’s whole frame shuddered as she played
her fingers across his hardened abdomen, moving ever lower until she reached
his swollen flesh. With a single finger,
she traced the vein on the underside of his member to the blood filled crown.
Reaching the slit, she let the clear liquid coat her finger, then she spread it
ever so slowly around the head of his erection. His fists clenched at the
intensity of her motions, Jarrod tried to control his raging desire as he
lifted his hips in an attempt to increase the contact.
Cassy pursed her lips as she felt a
new flood of moisture coat her thighs in response to Jarrod’s reaction. Leaning over his massive flesh, her tongue
flicked the slit of his hard member and Jarrod’s back arched as he moaned
loudly. Cassy didn’t wait to be asked as she moved
around and quickly straddled Jarrod’s chest.
Her sweet odor assaulted Jarrod’s senses and he grabbed her buttocks and
spread them, revealing her silky lips. Pulling her to him, he buried his mouth
in her fleshy center and viciously thrust his tongue in and out of her moist
center, devouring her.
Gasping
with desire of her own, Cassy
lowered her mouth on Jarrod’s oversensitive member and enclosed the large head
in her mouth. Involuntarily, Jarrod jerked upward and Cassy
had to pull back. As big around as he was, it was impossible for her to take
more than a couple of inches into her mouth. As she drew him in and out of her
mouth, she used her hand to stroke the base of his shaft, while the other hand
fondled his large, silky globes. Releasing him, she leaned over and drew one of
the large globes into her mouth. Jarrod arched his back, straining for more and
Cassy moaned as he buried his face between her legs.
Releasing him, Cassy turned around to face him, this
time straddling his thighs with his maleness brushing her belly. Sitting above
him, she grasped his flesh in her hand and began stroking him as she arched
herself against his heated erection. Jarrod watched as her breasts heaved with
every breath and his hands reached up to grasp them. His hands were full of
firm, young breasts and his erection jerked in Cassy’s
hand as she threw her head back in pleasure.
Desperate
for release, Cassy lifted herself and held Jarrod’s
manhood to her center as she slowly lowered herself onto him. They both gasped
at the tightness and Jarrod drew in a sharp breath as he savored the sudden
warmth enclosing him. Cassy drew in a breath and tried to relax and take him
deeper, stopping every few seconds to adjust to his size. Finally, her internal muscles relaxed and Cassy felt him slip all the way in. Neither
moved for several seconds as they tried to calm from the intensity of the
sensation. Jarrod grasped her
hips and sat up as he pulled her legs around him. Lifting her up until only the
tip remained inside her he slowly lowered her back down. With long, slow strokes he repeated the
motion several times. Cassy buried her head into Jarrod’s shoulder and dug her
hands into his muscled back as she panted, “Faster!! Go faster!!!! More!!!
Moving
his hands, he grabbed her tight butt and plunged into her warm slickness as he lifted his hips
upwards to meet her flesh. Increasing
the motion, Jarrod craved completion, each thrust faster and harder than the
one before. With short, deep thrusts he strove for release. Grunting in pleasure he begged Cassy as his orgasm began to build at the base of his
balls, “Cum for me baby!” He felt her
inner flesh tighten and he pumped harder in anticipation, “That’s it!!! Oh god Cassy, do it baby!!! Feeling her
quiver around him, Jarrod pumped into harder and harder and with each thrust Cassy matched his motions stroke for stroke. Stiffening his arms, Jarrod made one final
thrust and held her tightly to him and erupted with a flash of blinding light
as Cassy’s own climax squeezed him to completion.
Both gasped in loud sighs at the simultaneous release of pleasure. Holding her
firmly to his chest, Jarrod tried to control the involuntary shudders, but was
unsuccessful and Cassy whimpered with each tiny
thrust as he hit her sensitive nerve bundle. Burying her head into Jarrod
shoulder she cried helplessly, “No more...too much.”
Breathless
and sweating, Jarrod crushed her to his chest and took large breaths of air,
before he finally began to relax. Exhausted, Jarrod said weakly, “Oh Cassy, if you only knew what you do to me.” Dropping his head, he lightly kissed her neck
and tasted her salty skin.
Cassy smiled against his shoulder and
said playfully, “That works both ways Counselor.”
Jarrod
laughed, “I’m not a lawyer yet.”
“I know,
but you will be and then you’ll forget all about me.”
Still smiling,
Cassy was unable to hide her sorrow and Jarrod
reassured her, “I don’t think I will ever be able to forget you Cassy, no matter what the future brings.”
Cassy smile reached her eyes this
time and she asked, “Really?”
Leaning
back, Jarrod pulled her into his arms as they lay in the hot sun, “I will
always be your friend. You’ve been my best friend for so long I don’t think I
could do without you.”
Hesitantly
Cassy asked him, “Even me bein’
a whore don’t bother you?”
Jarrod
pulled her close and whispered, “Don’t call yourself that Cassy.
You know I don’t like it.”
“It’s
what I am, whether you agree with it or not.” Jarrod tried to retaliate and Cassy cut him off, “Don’t start with me Jarrod. I accepted
what I am a long time ago. I know you
don’t like it and I know you’d do anything to get me out of it, but I made the
decision to live this way. I gotta make my own way and I won’t be living off
any man.” Tapping his chest lightly, she
added, “That includes you.”
“But...”
“No buts
Jarrod, we’ve had this discussion too many times. You live your life and I will
live mine,” said Cassy firmly.
“If
you’d married me like I asked, you wouldn’t have to do this,” said Jarrod
harshly.
Cassy got up and began getting
dressed, tired of the same old argument. “I’m not gonna fight with you hon. You
know why I said no
and the reasons still stand. Ain’t nothing gonna change that and you know it.”
Frustrated,
Jarrod hung his head and knew there was no arguing with her. Finally he too got up and got dressed and
went to her to apologize. Taking her in his arms he leaned his head over her
shoulder as she leaned into his chest. “I’m sorry. I won’t bring it up again.”
Cassy twisted in his embrace and
smiled warily, “You promise?”
Jarrod
nodded, “I promise. I’ll have to settle for being your friend.”
His
smile won Cassy over and she forgave him. “Best
friends, Counselor?”
Jarrod
grinned and he said sincerely, “Best friends, Cassy.”
8 Years Before Season One
Harry smiled as he watched Nick trail Cassy upstairs. The best thing he’d ever done was to hire Cassy as one of his girls. Her presence alone brought in business and occasionally there were the lucky few that got to go upstairs. He had a deal with Cassy. She didn’t have to go upstairs with anybody she didn’t want to and he got ten percent of whatever she made when she did. Cassy wasn’t cheap and most of the cowhands couldn’t afford her. Most left her alone and spent their time harmlessly flirting with her.
Nick had
been visiting Cassy since he was sixteen and he
considered her his first love, or so he thought. With time he realized it was
just a boyhood infatuation, and the two had remained friends. He was very fond of Cassy
and she made sure he always had a good time when he stopped by for a
visit. Nick was no different then the
others that visited. He was there for sex and she made sure he went away
satisfied.
Nick was
already undressing as Cassy locked the door. As she
turned around and saw him unbuttoning his shirt she grinned, “You in a hurry
Nick? You usually let me do that.”
Continuing
to undress, Nick was flushed as he spoke hurriedly, “My father’s over in
Jarrod’s office and I ain’t got too long.
It’s just been so long since I been to town Cassy.”
She watched as he unbuttoned his pants and a sigh of relief followed as he
released his aching erection from the confining tightness.
His
pants dropped the floor and Cassy eyed Nick’s naked,
lean form as he moved towards her. His
large member jutted from his body and his eyes were wide with desire. He grabbed her hips and ground himself
against her as he buried his head in her neck.
Nipping and sucking her throat he groaned as his erection swelled to
painful proportions. “I need it so bad Cassy. I ain’t
been in town for weeks.” At twenty years
old, a few weeks seemed like forever.
Trying
to act indignant, Cassy teased him by pulling away.
“And you think you can just waltz in here and take what you want, is that what
you’re telling me?”
Nick’s
manhood was pulsing as he pleaded, “Aw, come on Cassy. Don’t make me beg ya!”
Leaning
against the wall, Cassy laughed, “You don’t beg nobody for nothing Nick.”
Cassy started to unbutton her dress
and Nick advanced on her and grabbed her hands in his own and pinned them above
her head with one hand while the other lifted her dress. “Don’t bother, this
ain’t gonna take long.” His voice was strained and his body shuddered as he
grabbed her bare butt in his hand, pulling her roughly against his aching
hardness. “Oh Cassy,
I need to be inside you. NOW!!!”
Restrained
as she was, there was little she could do. Wrapping her leg around Nick’s, she
waited as he bent his knees and positioned himself between her legs. As the tip
of his maleness hit her center, Cassy moaned with
pleasure and gasped sharply as he thrust upward, burying his entire length
inside her warmth. Grabbing the leg that wrapped around his thigh, Nick lifted
her and let her settle on him, deepening the penetration to the point were he
could feel himself hitting her cervix.
Nick threw his head back at the sensation and shuddered as his body
began to betray him. “Oh god Cassy!
I’m sorry... I can’t wait.”
Releasing
her hands, Nick grabbed her hips and Cassy wrapped
her arms around his broad shoulders as he slammed into her, first with long
strokes and finally with desperate short, deep thrusts. His young body screamed
for release and he pounded into her as he crushed her to the wall. Cassy felt him grow
inside her and knew he was on the edge. Holding on to him tightly, she clenched
her internal muscles and smiled as Nick responded. With one final thrust, his body began to
tremble as the beginning of his orgasm overtook all his senses. Leaning all his
weight into her, he tensed and held himself deep inside her as he climaxed. For
several long seconds, he tried to push himself deeper as Cassy
milked him with muscular precision. Finally spent, his strength betrayed him,
and he slid to the floor still buried in Cassy.
Kneeling with Cassy in his lap, he gasped for air as
he looked at her in surprise, “What... the hell... was that?”
Grinning,
Cassy told him slyly, “You said you were in a hurry.
I was just trying to help.” Pulling herself off of Nick’s semi-hard member, she
watched him grimace as the cool air touched his hot flesh.
“Damn it
Cassy, I hate when you do that.” His breathing was
still ragged as he staggered to the bed and grabbed his clothes to get dressed.
“I’m sorry about that Cassy, I promise next time
it’ll be better for ya.”
“Nick, when
you been doing this as long as I have, it don’t matter so much any more,” Cassy laughed and then added playfully, “Thanks for caring
though Nick. The other girls are gonna be sorry they missed you this trip to
town.”
Nick
hung his head, embarrassed, “It ain’t like that Cassy.
I like being with you just as much as them.”
Squaring his shoulders, he grinned, “Besides I gotta spread the wealth
or them girls would be all mad at me.”
Cassy went to the basin and wet a
cloth as she reassured him, “I know why you use the other girls Nick. You don’t
need to explain.” While Cassy busied herself with cleaning up, Nick took a twenty
dollar gold piece and left it on the bed.
It was way more then anyone every paid for such services, but it was
something that Nick had insisted on from the very start. It was his way of
helping her out without drawing attention to it. Cassy pretended to
ignore it and Nick continued to do it, no mention was ever made of it. Slipping on his boots and strapping on his
gun belt, Nick moved behind her and kissed her neck. “Thanks Cassy.” Heading towards the door, he turned back and
teased, “I’ll tell that big brother of mine you said hi.”
He just
managed to duck from the whirling hairbrush as he exited the room still
laughing. Cassy
smiled as he left. She knew he would never tell Jarrod he’d been to see
her. Nick knew how Jarrod felt about her
profession and although Jarrod was aware of his visits, Nick respected his
brother too much to rub it in.
Cassy finished cleaning up and made
her way downstairs. The place had its
normal crowd with only a few new faces.
The new ones were always a pain with their pawing hands and Cassy knew it was going to be a long night. With a sigh of
resignation, she took the bottle Harry handed her and made the rounds. True to form, the newest cowboys tried to get
her attention with lewd comments and unwanted groping. The regulars tried to warn them off of Cassy, “I’d leave her alone if I was you. You don’t mess
with Cassy.” All but one,
took heed of their warnings.
One of
the older cowboys stated firmly, “She ain’t like them other girls.” Several of
the regulars in hearing distance, nodded in agreement. Each and every one of
them knew that Cassy had protection and if she said
no, you better take notice. Bob, a
scruffy young cowhand was feeling his oats and wasn’t listening to his friends.
Grabbing Cassy around the waist, he pulled her to his
chest and tried to kiss her. Struggling in his grasp, Cassy
tried to push herself away from him. Finally gaining some ground, she dug her
fingernails into his cheek, leaving three bloody tracks in their wake. Stunned and in pain, Bob reached up and
tenderly felt his stinging face. He pulled
his hand away and looked down in disbelief at his red-stained fingers. With no time to react, Cassy
felt the backhanded blow to her cheek and was knocked off her feet by the power
of the cowboy’s blow. Advancing on her, Bob bellowed, “YOU TWO-BIT WHORE!”
Cassy tried to scramble backwards as
he reached for her, but was stopped short by the bar at her back. Grabbing Cassy roughly, the cowboy pulled her to her feet and
managed to strike her face again before several of the other patrons wrestled
him away from her. He yelled at his captors, “What makes her so special. Let me
go! Who the hell cares what happens to someone like her.”
Cassy sat on the floor, tears
streaming down her face as she cowered next to the bar fighting off anyone who
tried to come near her. The barroom atmosphere suddenly quieted when three men
entered and looked at the scene in disbelief.
The men holding Bob, quickly released the
cowboy and backed away, leaving him alone to face the men.
Tom,
Jarrod and Nick stopped inside the door, having rushed in when they heard the
shouts from outside. Jarrod’s eyes dropped
to Cassy’s crumbled form and his anger boiled so fast
only Nick and his father’s quick reaction stopped his murderous intent. Tom was well aware that Cassy
was his son’s friend and while he didn’t necessarily agree with it, he did
respect Jarrod’s integrity. Not many would remain friends with someone of such unreputable standing, but Jarrod had remained loyal to Cassy over the years.
Jarrod
struggled in his father and brother’s grasp and Tom tried to calm him down,
“JARROD! Stop it! This isn’t the way. You need to go to Cassy.” Jarrod’s anger quickly turned to concern as
his eyes dropped to where Cassy sat huddled on the
floor. Tom and Nick cautiously released him, and Jarrod rushed to Cassy’s side.
Free of
Jarrod, Nick spun around and faced the obvious culprit. Nick tried to move
closer but was stopped by his father’s restraining hand on his shoulder. His anger uncontainable, Nick hollered, “YOU
SORRY SON OF A BITCH!!”
Undeterred
by Nick’s fury, the young cowboy replied cockily, “She’s just a whore, what’s
the big deal””
Nick
shrugged from his father’s grasp and landed several blows before Tom could pull
Nick off the bleeding cowboy. Yanking
Nick back, he physically put him in a chair and held him there, “SIT! Don’t you
move Nick.”
Breathing heavily, Nick caught his father’s stern glare, “I mean it
Nick!” Crossing his arms in frustration,
Nick nodded angrily at his father. Tom turned to the crowd and said to no one
in particular, “Get him out of here. Take him over to the jail.” Several of the cowhands picked up the injured
man and dragged him out the door.
Jarrod
knelt close to Cassy trying to get her attention. Her
whole body shook with fear and he whispered softly, as he tried to calm her
down, “Cassy, it’s me Jarrod.” Cassy’s
head was buried in her chest, but Jarrod persisted, “Come on Cassy, look at me. It’s me, Jarrod.” His voice pleaded
desperately, “Please Cassy, let me help you.”
Cassy slowly looked up and Jarrod
gasped at the bruises that already darkened her face. His voice was low as he
said compassionately, “Oh Cassy.” He reached out to
touch her face and Cassy pulled away, suddenly aware
of all the faces staring at the two of them.
Embarrassed
and hurting, Cassy cried softly, “Get me out of
here.” Jarrod nodded, then reached out and
took her in his arms. Cassy leaned into his chest as
he lifted her up and he did his best to reassure her, “Let’s get you to the
doctor.” Holding onto Cassy tightly, he carried her towards the door and was glad
to see his father and brother right behind him.
Cassy trembled in his arms and Jarrod
was worried. In all his years of knowing Cassy, he
had never seen her look so vulnerable.
She was one of the most headstrong and fearless woman he had ever
known. She faced life with a raw
determination and he admired her for that above all else. To see her in such a
state was unnerving. Reaching Doctor Merar’s office, the group explained what had happened and Cassy was left in his care while they waited outside her
room. Jarrod sat and stared at the
floor, grateful his father sat beside him. Nick paced the floor nervously, and
Tom finally had enough, “NICK! Would you please sit down.
Your pacing is not going to make it go any quicker.” Frustrated, but not wanting to irritate his
father any further, Nick plopped down heavily in the chair and sulked.
Doc
Merar finally came out and Jarrod jumped up and rushed to meet him, “How is
she?”
Smiling,
Howard reassured him, “She’ll be fine. Just a few bruises.”
Trying
to see past the doctor into Cassy’s room, Jarrod asked
anxiously, “Can I see her?”
“You can
sit with her for a few minutes. I gave her something to help her sleep through
the night. She’ll be back on her feet tomorrow.” With a pointed looked at Tom
he added, “She’ll be fine here for the night. I suggest you all go home and get
some sleep.”
Jarrod
looked at his father and said firmly, “I’m not leaving her here alone.” Not
waiting for an argument, he turned on his heals and went to sit with Cassy.
Nick
snickered, “I guess he told you.”
Tom
glared at Nick and pointed a finger at his ill-mannered son, “That’s enough out
of you young man. It’s time we went home.”
Ducking
his head, Nick stood up and followed his father, “Yes, Sir.”
*********
Jarrod sat
at Cassy’s bedside through the night and was there
for her the next morning when she finally awoke from the drug induced sleep.
Her groan of pain alerted him and he retrieved the ice the doctor had dropped
off earlier, “Shhh. Here put this ice on it. It’ll
help.”
Cassy sat up and tried to smile
through her tears, but Jarrod wasn’t buying any of it. “It’s okay to cry Cassy.” He spoke with such tenderness that Cassy couldn’t stop the tears from falling in earnest.
Her
voice broke as she sobbed, “I was so...scared.”
He sat at the edge of the small bed and pulled her close and listened to
her cries, “I knew men...did that sometimes...but I’ve...never had
that...happen before.” Her body shook as
he held her and he let her cry away the fear.
His own
tears fell as he cried for his friend, wishing he could do something to make it
all better for her. “Please let me help you now Cassy.
You don’t have to go back to that. Please Cassy.”
Cassy shook her head, “No Jarrod. I
won’t let you support me. I’ll do what I have to do, but I won’t let you do
that.”
Holding
her at arms length he asked in frustration, “Why won’t you let me help you? I’m
your friend.” His voice got louder as he tried to contain his anguish, “I can’t
sit by and let you get beaten like this and not try to stop it from happening
again. Please just let me help you. I’ll find you a job if that is what you
want, but don’t keep doing this to yourself.”
Cassy’s fury was unleashed and Jarrod
found himself backing away as she said angrily, “You gonna live my life for me
Jarrod? Is that what you want to do? For
the most part, I like my job and I make pretty good money at it. Don’t you go
treating me like I’m something beneath your feet cause
I don’t live up to your standards. I ain’t never asked nobody for nothing in my
life and I ain’t about to start now. So you go on and do what you got to do and
I’ll go on doin’ what I got to do.”
Pushing aside the blankets, Cassy got up
quickly in her haste to leave and had to grab the nightstand to keep from
falling.
Jarrod’s
anger and frustration vanished and he rushed to hold her up. His voice laced
with concern as he asked worriedly, “You okay?” Cassy
nodded as he held her, and Jarrod felt her shiver in his arms. Turning her so
he could see her face, he saw the sadness well up in her eyes, “What’s wrong Cassy?”
Reaching
up, Cassy touched his face lightly and said with a
quiet conviction, “I don’t want to lose you Jarrod, but I won’t have you trying
to run my life.”
Jarrod
pulled her to his chest and held her, “It’s only because I care about you Cassy.”
“I know
that Jarrod, but it doesn’t change the way things are. You have to learn to
accept that. Can you do that Jarrod? Can you finally begin to accept that
nothing is gonna change?”
Jarrod’s
voice was almost a whisper as he answered, “I don’t know Cassy.
I just don’t know.” He held her for
several minutes and then straightening up, he asked, “You okay now? I’ll walk you home.”
Cassy smiled, “In broad daylight? I
don’t think so Counselor. What will the fine upstanding citizens say when they
see you walking with the likes of me?” Jarrod tried to argue but she quickly
cut him off, “You know how I feel about that too, so
don’t even bother. You have your whole
career ahead of you and the less people know about me the better. I know you
don’t care, but I do.” Jarrod glared at
her and she said firmly, “Oh don’t give me that look. I won’t let my reputation
ruin yours. I am perfectly capable of
making it down the street to my room.”
Jarrod watched her leave, then she turned back
and asked shyly, “I wonder if you would do something for me. If I started
giving you the money I’ve been saving up, would you maybe look into investing
it for me? I think it’s time to start
saving up for my future.”
Jarrod
nodded solemnly, “Sure Cassy, come by my office and
we’ll set something up for you. Surely
you can come see me at my office without raising any eyebrows.”
Eyeing
him carefully, Cassy spoke with a lilt in her voice,
“Your office. Now that is one place I’ve always dreamed of seeing.”
“CASSY!”
said Jarrod sharply.
“What?”
she said innocently, then added playfully, “Oh, I’m getting wet just thinking
of the possibilities.”
Jarrod’s
groin tightened as she left room. With a sigh of frustration he pushed down his
thoughts and muttered, “Damn her.”
********
14 Years Before Season One
Cassy was seventeen, almost eighteen, on the verge of
adulthood and expected to live as such. She’d come to the orphanage almost four
years ago now. Her mother, if one could call her that, had
dropped her off and never looked back, but now she was back and demanding her
daughter accompany her back to Sacramento. At thirty-eight, her mother had seen her
better days and needed a new source of income and she was counting on Cassy to provide it.
“I won’t go back with you,” said Cassy, her voice dripped with hatred as she glared at her
mother.
Dressed in a gaudy dance hall dress, Virginia
O’Brien looked every bit the whore that she was and Cassy
was embarrassed that her mother didn’t seem the least bit bothered by the scene
she was creating. “I told you I was coming back for you, or did you forget? Do
you think anything has changed just cause I ain’t been
around. I’ll bet they ain’t let you forget for one minute what your mama
is.” Grabbing Cassy’s
arm, Virginia told her daughter the harsh truth, “You think anybody is gonna
give you a fair shake, you better think again. The world ain’t like that.”
Cassy tried to remain calm as she listened to her
mother’s words. If Cassy’s mother thought she was
opening her daughter’s eyes to the way of the world, she was wasting her
time. Cassy
was well aware of what she was and where she came from. She had spent four
years trying to prove otherwise, but even after this long, she still had to
listen to the cruel taunts about her parentage.
She was helpless in the kitchen, despite her efforts to learn and her
sewing skills were atrocious. Men wanted a woman who could cook and clean, and Cassy was under no illusion that she could provide a man
with those things. No... she knew what her lot in life
was, it had been drilled into since she was a child living in the numerous
brothels her mother worked at. Cassy always tried to
pretend that all she suffered as a child didn’t matter, but deep down the
damage was irreparable. She had been
told for so long she was a nobody, that no amount of talk would convince her
she was worthy of anything more than what her mother demanded of her, but she
would NOT be under her mother’s rule. If
she was gonna make her way in life it would be on her terms not her mothers.
Cassy stood defiantly before her mother and said
spitefully, “I’ll be getting a job mother. One I’m sure you’ll approve of, but
it won’t be for you or anyone else. It will be for me. I won’t be one of your
GIRLS so you are wasting your time here.”
Virginia O’Brien lost all her composure and
screamed at her daughter, “HOW DARE YOU TALK TO ME THAT WAY. YOU ARE STILL
UNDERAGE AND I CAN DEMAND YOU GO WITH ME.”
Cassy glared at her mother, “I turn eighteen in a month
Mother, I doubt very much even you can force me to do anything in that amount
of time. Contrary to what you think, I do have a few friends here.”
Virginia smiled wickedly at her daughter, “Fine!
You get yourself that job and we’ll see how long you last without someone
supporting you. You’ll come running back to me when you realize that it ain’t so
easy out there on your own. If you worked for me, I’d see to it you had a roof
over your head and food in your belly.”
Cassy laughed sarcastically at her mother, “Yeah, and
you’d be turning me out to every man that came along. I will be my own person from now on. Not you, or anyone else will tell me how to live my life. I may
have to sell myself to make my way in this world, but it will be my choice and
my life. Whatever decisions I make will be mine.”
Her mother huffed, “We’ll see how long you last on
your own.” She stomped off, leaving Cassy standing in
the yard of the orphanage with dozens of faces staring at her in shocked
disbelief. Cassy reddened at the disgusted looks the
older children were giving her and sucked in some air to calm her ragged
nerves. No matter how old she got, her mother could still make her feel like
she was nothing more than dirt.
The Padre dismissed the crowd of onlookers and hastened
to talk some sense into the young girl. “Cassy you
don’t have to do this. There are other
things you can do.”
Cassy shook her head, “What Father? I can be what? A cook, a dressmaker, a
teacher?” The padre’s downcast look told her what she already knew, “So
you see, my options are limited. What man will marry me and what place will
hire me?” Seeing his hopeless look, Cassy reassured
him, “Don’t worry Father, it’s not like I haven’t prepared myself for this.
Besides I grew up with it, I know what to expect.”
The padre asked hesitatingly, “Have you spoken to
Jarrod about your decision?”
Cassy’s eyes grew wide as she answered, “No. I haven’t
found the courage yet.” She gave him a nervous laugh, “I was hoping I still had
some time to break the news to him.”
“Let him help you, dear.”
Shaking her head, Cassy
sighed, “No...I won’t let him sacrifice his future for mine.”
****************
Jarrod rode up to the pond, grateful when he found Cassy lounging under one of the big trees surrounding the
water hole. Dismounting, he walked over and sat beside her. “I’ve been looking
all over for you. I stopped by the
orphanage and Father said you needed to talk to me.”
Cassy had her head down, but at his words, her head shot
up and she looked at him with a fear in her eyes. Concerned, Jarrod turned and
asked worriedly, “What is it Cassy? Are you okay?”
Trying to smile, in an attempt to alleviate his
concern, Cassy patted his leg. “I’m fine. I just need
to tell you something and you are not going to like it.” Jarrod frowned and Cassy
continued uneasily, “My mother showed up today. No...don’t
say anything yet. Just let me get this out.”
With a nod of his head, Cassy spoke with
extreme trepidation, “There is no easy way to tell you this and I don’t expect
you to agree with me, so I’m just gonna tell you flat out. When you’re done
lecturing me about it, we’ll talk. I’m
gonna get me a job at the saloon.”
Jarrod’s face paled as he realized what she was
saying. Speechless, he tried to form words, but they wouldn’t come. His first
reaction was disbelief, then anger replaced his
features. Almost shaking from the torrent of emotions, he got to his feet and
paced back and forth in front of Cassy. She watched him nervously,
waiting for the speech she knew would come.
Finally he stopped pacing and leaned against the
tree that Cassy was sitting under. She was shocked
that his words were quiet instead of loud and demanding, “Why Cassy? What did your
mother say to you that you think you have to do this?”
He wouldn’t look at her as she spoke, but instead
looked off towards the valley as she answered, “She only forced it sooner than
I wanted. I’ve always known it would happen. She wanted me to go back to
Sacramento with her. I said no...I may have to be a whore, but I won’t do it
for her.”
Jarrod rushed to her and dropping on his knees, he
grabbed Cassy’s arms and shook her, “You don’t have
to be a...a...” He couldn’t make himself say the word and he hesitated, “I’ll
take care of you Cassy. You don’t have to sell
yourself. There are other ways. Please don’t do this.”
Cassy tried to pull away from his despairing look, but
he held her firm in his grasp and she pleaded, “You’re hurting me Jarrod.”
Looking down
at the hands that held her, he immediately released her with a heartfelt, “I’m
sorry.” Dejected, he sat down and leaned
back into the tree. His eyes were filled with unshed tears as he asked in a
whisper, “I
just don’t understand. Why are you doing
this?”
Cassy moved so she was sitting beside him, and she
hesitated a second before resting her head against his shoulder, her body
tense. Feeling his arm slip around her, she sighed in relief and let herself
relax against him. Jarrod held her and
she tried to explain, “I’ve told you what life was like living with my mother.
I grew up in so many brothels, seen so many things, that it doesn’t affect me
like it does you. I don’t know any different.
It’s what I know. I don’t know how to do all them woman things. Hell
Jarrod, I can’t cook for myself let alone someone else.”
Jarrod spoke suddenly, “Marry me?”
Cassy turned in his arms and lifting a hand to his cheek
she said sadly, “Oh Jarrod, that is sweet of you, but I won’t have you giving
up your life for mine.”
Holding her hand to his cheek, Jarrod argued, “We
could make it work Cassy. You’re my best friend. I
love you.”
Cassy sighed at Jarrod’s words and pulled her hand from
his grasp as she leaned back into him again, “I know you love me Jarrod, and I
love you, but you aren’t in love with me.
You have a bright future ahead of you.
You have greatness in you and I won’t be the one that keeps you from
fulfilling your dreams.”
Jarrod didn’t know what he was feeling. “I can’t
let you do this to yourself. Please let me help you.” He began to speak desperately, “I’ll find you
another job. I’ll hire someone to help you learn to cook and to sew, whatever
it takes. Anything. Just don’t do
this.”
Shaking her head, her mind made up she said firmly,
“I’ve made up my mind Jarrod. You knew this was coming as much as I did, you
just chose to ignore it.”
“I didn’t ignore it. I just chose not to accept it.
If you weren’t so damn stubborn, you’d let me help you.”
Cassy pulled away from his embrace and said, “I can’t
Jarrod. Me just being friends with you is damaging
enough. Do you know why I always meet you out here instead of in town? My god Jarrod. What would people in town think if they saw
you associating with the likes of me? I won’t let that happen.”
Jarrod’s voice was tinged with fear as he asked,
“What are you saying Cassy?”
“You need to forget about me Jarrod. Come fall,
you’ll be going to school for that fancy lawyerin’
you want to do. I’ll be working and you don’t need to be seen with someone like
me.”
“I don’t care what people think of me,” said Jarrod
firmly.
“I care Jarrod. I care enough about you to give up
our friendship in order to protect you. Don’t you see how important that is to
me?”
“I understand it’s important to you, but I won’t
let you turn me away.” Jarrod pulled her back in his embrace and kissed her
head as she leaned against him, “We’ll work something out. I promise.”
Cassy voice was very quiet when she spoke, “You won’t
hate me for this will you Jarrod or think any less of me?”
Jarrod remained silent and he watched as the tears
welled up in her eyes and fall down her face. His heart lurched at the sight of
her obvious hurt and he sighed in resignation, “Oh Cassy,
I’ll always be your friend. Nothing is
gonna change that.”
They held each other for some time and Cassy finally worked up the courage to ask him for a final
favor, “Will you do something for me Jarrod?”
“Hmmmm?”
“Will you be my first?”
The red crept into his face and Jarrod stammered,
“What?”
Cassy lay her hand on his chest
and began unbuttoning his shirt. Jarrod pushed her hand away and sat up. “Cassy I can’t do this for you. I’m your friend.”
“Please Jarrod. I don’t want my first to be some
stranger. I’m not naïve Jarrod, I know what goes on. I just want you to be the
one. Is that so much to ask?” Cassy had learned well from her mother’s friends and she
smiled seductively at Jarrod and added, “I know you’ve had other women and I
know on more than one occasion you’ve lusted after me, so I know this won’t be
a great sacrifice for you.” Looking
down, she pointed at his groin. “See, you’re getting hard just thinking about
it.”
Jarrod bit back a moan at her frank words and
couldn’t hide his burgeoning erection, “Don’t be talking like that Cassy. It isn’t very lady like.”
Putting her hand back on his chest she slipped it
into his shirt and rubbed his smooth chest as she purred, “Does it make you
hard when I talk dirty like that Jarrod. Does it make
you hard to know that I’m already wet with wanting you?”
Cassy bit back her own moan as she watched Jarrod’s
breathing increase. He squirmed to relieve some of his discomfort. “Oh god Cassy! Stop!”
Unbuttoning her own dress, she noted that Jarrod’s
eyes were glued to her breasts and he was making no effort to stop her. Her
hands shook with fear and with desire. She wanted this, but the size of
Jarrod’s erection was daunting and although she understood the mechanics of
sex, she just didn’t see how such a thing was possible. Her voice wavered a bit as she spoke, “Please Jarrod. I want it to be
you. I know you won’t hurt me.”
“Cassy, you don’t know
what you are asking?”
Her eyes gazed into his and she said softly, “Yes I
do Jarrod.”
Jarrod’s resolve broke and he stood pulling her to
her feet. Her light cotton dress fell to the blanket and his breath hitched
when he realized she wore nothing beneath it and stood naked before him. Of it’s own free
will, his hand reached forward and lightly traced her full, firm breasts. As he caressed her skin, Cassy
undid his shirt buttons and pulled it off his shoulders. Jarrod moaned as her
fingers burned a path across his chest.
He pulled her against him, and felt her hardened buds rub his chest as
he kissed and nipped her neck. His hand dropped to her buttocks and he grabbed
the firm flesh as he pushed his throbbing maleness against her. Cassy’s own hands reached between them and sliding her hand
down his rippling abdomen, she unbuttoned his pants. Cassy’s touch on
his heated flesh was almost too much to bear and he pulled her hand away to
finish removing his own pants. He pulled her closer and brushed his pulsing
erection against her core, her own arousal evident as he slid against her
wetness. “Oh Cassy. I’ve
wanted you for so long! Are you sure this is what you want?”
“Yes!!” Cassy pushed
herself against his hardness and Jarrod threw his head back in pleasure. Lost
for a few seconds as her slickness coated his manhood, Jarrod finally lowered
them both to the blanket. Cassy trembled as he
lowered himself on top of her and settled between her legs.
“It’s okay Cassy, I’ll
take it slow. I promise I’ll be gentle.”
Her voice quivered in fear as she stuttered,
“You’re...so...big.”
Jarrod couldn’t stop the small smile and he
reassured her, “Shhhhh. It will be okay. I’ll make
sure you’re ready before we do that.” Cassy nodded nervously and moaned in delight as he teased
her hard, rosy buds. He circled the dark tips and watched as her body arched
into his touch, yearning for more contact. Lifting his head, he leaned over her
and kissed her lips. Using his tongue to gain entry, Cassy
opened her mouth and lay helpless as he probed her mouth with swirling,
sweeping motions. She moaned into his mouth and Jarrod pressed his hot,
throbbing hardness into her abdomen as he continued his passionate kiss.
Finally, the need for air overrode his desire and he pulled back to look into
her emerald eyes. “Oh Cassy, you are so beautiful.
How I lasted this long I’ll never know.”
His lips met hers in a fervent kiss and their bodies pushed against each
other.
Jarrod caressed and touched her to the point of
release but wouldn’t take her over the edge. As she thrashed beneath him, he
settled again between her legs and groaned at her wanton pleas, “Now Jarrod!
Please do it!!!!”
His manhood throbbed painfully and his voice was
husky with desire as he buried his head in her shoulder, “Are you sure? I don’t
think I’ll be able to stop once we start.” His control was rapidly fading and
he hoped he would be able to make this first time pleasurable for her.
Flushed with excitement, Cassy
panted, “Yes!!! I need you!”
Grasping himself, he guided it to Cassy’s slick flesh and pushed himself against her gently. Cassy gasped for air as he breached her opening and stayed
still. Cassy was overwhelmed at the tightness and was
afraid she would split when just as suddenly her muscles quivered and he slid
in a little deeper. Jarrod supported himself above her on his arms and they
trembled with the strain of holding on to his emotions. His sweat-glistened
body shook with desire as he pushed into her tight tunnel, gasping at every
little bit of ground he gained until at last he hit her barrier and knew he
would have to cause her pain.
Dropping onto his elbows, his weight crushing
against her, he spoke in ragged breaths, “I need to push Cassy,
and it is going to hurt, but only for little bit then it will be better. I
promise.” She nodded and Jarrod kissed her closed eyes as he pulled out to
where only the tip of his erection remained then forcibly pushed himself back into her.
Cassy screamed as her womanhood was pierced and she held
on tightly to Jarrod, “Oh God!!!!” Tears
rolled down her face and Jarrod remained still inside her as he kissed away her
pain. “I’m sorry baby. It’ll go away I promise, just tell me when you’re
ready.” He lay motionless above her, his manhood throbbing painfully inside
her, yearning to bury itself in her warm depths.
Cassy moaned beneath him as she felt him swell even more
inside her, “Now Jarrod, I need you to move!”
Cassy had never imagined that it could feel
this good and she sighed at the feeling of him filling her. She was stretched
to her limits and was surprised when she felt her inner muscles relax yet again
and he pushed in even deeper. Every muscle in Jarrod’s body strained against
the need for release as he pushed in and out of Cassy
in long, slow strokes. After several
minutes, his need was almost too much to bear and he was relieved to feel the
beginnings of Cassy’s own release. Reaching between
them he used his thumb and finger to circle her most tender flesh and she
arched against him as she
gasped, “Oh Jarrod...It’s... too much”
He played with her furiously as he said tenderly
through his own panting breaths, “Let it...go...baby!” Cassy wrapped her
legs around his waist and Jarrod began thrusting in short desperate strokes.
Her inner muscles grabbed him and pulsed against his hard flesh and he pounded
into her as her orgasm began. Arching her back at the incredible sensation, that bordered on pain, she shouted, “I’m cummmmming....”
Jarrod had been with his share of women, but he had
never heard those words come out of anyone’s mouth and he was shocked at the
effect they had on him. His groin twitched and he pumped into her furiously as
she screamed, “Cum inside me! NOW!!!
Her words tore through him and his whole body
tensed. His muscles spasmed as he thrust sharply one
last time and his body exploded, shooting his seed deep inside her. Powerful
tremors overtook him as her own climax squeezed him to
new heights. His body pumped into her in
small involuntary thrusts and his mind filled with flashes of light, his body
unable to breath. The lack of air and intensity of his
orgasm was too much and he collapsed atop her unconscious. Cassy’s own body
shuttered as Jarrod’s hardness pushed against her overly sensitive nerve
endings. Only when he relaxed did his manhood begin to soften, but she lay
unmoving, hoping to hold him inside forever.
Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine
something could be so powerful and so emotionally fulfilling and she fought
back the tears that threatened to fall.
Having loved Jarrod in such a precious moment made her decision all that
much harder, but she loved him way too much to let him love her in return. Wiping away the tears before he woke, she
gathered her resolve and promised herself that he would never have to feel the
humiliation of being her friend.
Season One
Jarrod’s mind was in whirl as he sat in his office.
Just two days ago he’d found out he had a brother, Heath Thompson, born of his
father’s seed. He was a likeable enough
guy if a little rough around the edges and was quick to anger. Jarrod wasn’t
sure if he believed the cowboy’s story or not, but was willing to give him the
benefit of the doubt for now. He’d sent a few letters this morning making
inquiries into the young man’s past. Now it was just a waiting game. Scrubbing his hands through his hair, he
couldn’t help but feel disappointment as he thought on his father’s
indiscretion and the brother he never knew he had because of it.
He was no saint, but then he wasn’t married either,
although there were times when he wished he was. The last few months he’d spent
in San Francisco were long ones indeed.
Jarrod had dated a few women in that time, but they were simply
acquaintances that he’d taken out when a social engagement required it. At 32 years of age, he was beginning to
wonder if he would ever find anyone worthy of marriage. It had gotten so bad
that he couldn’t even find a good time in San Francisco. The only one who did
anything to excite him was Cassy. After fourteen
years, she could still drive him crazy with desire. Jarrod shook his head and
bit back the moan as his groin stirred at the mere thought of her. It was a
long time until dark and he was anxious to see her again after his long stay in
San Francisco. He knew if he went to her she would welcome him with open arms,
but he hated to disturb her sleeping hours, so he waited.
The afternoon lingered and he finally gave up any
pretense of trying to get any work done.
Dismissing his secretary, he watched her leave before returning to the
sanctuary of his inner office. He’d stayed up into the late hours last night
discussing Heath’s place in the family and the lack of sleep was catching up
with him. Leaning back in his chair, he put his feet up and closed his eyes. It
wasn’t long before he drifted off.
He was half in sleep and he didn’t want wake. The
hand that caressed him in his sleep was a welcome relief to aching
hard-on. His own moan of pleasure
brought him awake and he jerked upright in his chair. Opening his eyes, he blinked rapidly, trying
to assure himself he was really awake as sat staring open-mouthed at the vision
from his dreams.
“Long time no see Counselor.”
Jarrod grinned and pulled her into his lap, “Too
long baby, too long.” Using his good arm, he clasped her neck and pulled her to
his lips as he kissed her with a passion too long held at bay. Cassy’s passion equaled his own and both were soon
breathless with desire. His hardness strained against her thigh and Jarrod
lifted his hips, trying to increase the pressure. All thought of Cassy suddenly left when he heard his door ring, signaling
someone’s presence in the outer office. Cassy looked at him in alarm and he pushed his chair away
from the desk giving her room to rise. Instead of standing like he expected,
she dropped down and scooted back into the cubby hole beneath his desk. He
quickly shook his head and hissed at her, “No. Get out of there.”
Cassy pulled away from him and hissed back, “No!”
A loud voice sounded in the outer office, “JARROD! You here?”
Jarrod hung his head and he heard Cassy giggle. Nudging her with his foot, he called out to
his brother. “I’m in here Nick.”
Nick strode into the office and taking off his hat,
he started pacing. Jarrod tried to ignore the fact that Cassy
sat as his feet, hidden from his brother’s view. “What can I do for you Nick?”
“I want to know what you are gonna do about Heath?”
fumed Nick.
“What would you have me do Nick? We discussed this
last night.”
Nick leaned on the desk in front of him and Jarrod
unconsciously slipped his chair further under the desk. Cassy
pushed him and he backed out a little to give her room while Nick ranted, “Well
for one thing you can check and see if there is any truth to his story?”
Jarrod stared at Nick and said tersely, “Calm down
Nick. I already sent out a few letters. We should hear something in a few
weeks.”
Waving his hand, Nick continued his pacing. “And in
the meantime we just make him a welcome member of the family?”
“I don’t see that we real have any choice. Mother
is accepting his word and she, more than anyone, has the right to kick him
out.”
Jarrod tried to follow Nick as he paced the room,
but Cassy chose that moment to touch his thigh. Not
expecting it, Jarrod flinched and was grateful Nick was too busy to notice. He
held his breath as Cassy moved her hand higher and he
clenched his pen tightly as she reached his sac and toyed with him. Ducking his
head, he tried to catch his breath at the same time dropping his hand below the
desk to brush away Cassy’s wandering hand. Instead of
stopping, she grabbed his hand and began sucking on his fingers and used her
free hand to rub his throbbing male flesh. When Cassy
took one of his fingers in her mouth, his hard shaft strained against the
confining fabric of his pants.
Nick was talking to him and Jarrod tried to
concentrate on the conversation but it was getting harder and harder to control
his breathing. He knew it was just a matter of time before Nick noticed
something was terribly amiss. Jarrod was sweating lightly and he used his free
hand to wipe it off his face as soon as Nick turned his back on him. When Cassy began unbuttoning his pants, he was sure Nick saw him
flinch. He shifted in his seat, hoping his movement covered his faux pas. All
it did was give Cassy better access to his straining
erection. Fed up with Nick’s pacing, Jarrod’s frustration came to the fore,
“Nick would you either sit down or go somewhere else. You’re driving me crazy.”
Nick stopped pacing, looked at Jarrod and frowned,
“You all right big brother? You look a little flush.”
Yeah, he was flushed alright. Cassy
was trying to pull his erection from his pants and he was ready to pull her out
from under the desk and ram his hot flesh into her wet center. Jarrod tensed as
his engorged member was suddenly freed from the straining material of his
pants. He tried to keep his voice normal as Cassy
traced her finger around his crown, but hesitated a few seconds as he fought
for some semblance of control. “I’m fine Nick. I just have work
to do.” He tried to smile through the
agony in his groin and said to Nick, “Work you are keeping me from.”
Nick eyed him carefully and said with concern,
“Well...don’t stay workin’ too late. If you get done
early, you want to join me for supper at the Cattleman’s?”
Jarrod tried to remain serious and he hid his grin
behind his hand. Rubbing his face in frustration he told his brother, “I don’t
see me getting out of here anytime soon little brother.” He had to duck his head quickly and appear to
be concentrating on his work when Cassy started
stroking his manhood. He muttered under his breath painfully, “Oh Christ.”
Heading towards the door Nick turned and said his
good byes to Jarrod, who dismissed him with a wave of his hand. When Nick
cleared the doors, Jarrod sighed in relief and then yelled out to Nick, “Lock
the door on your way out!”
“YEAH, YEAH!”
Hearing the front door slam shut, Jarrod pushed his
chair out and looked down at Cassy with a scowl and
gasped, “Do you know how close I was to giving you away?”
Cassy continued to stroke him, oblivious to his
frustration and teased him, “You want me to stop?”
Slumping into his chair, Jarrod moaned, “God,
no...” Rising from the floor, Cassy stood and lifting
her dress, she straddled Jarrod’s thighs and reached down to stroke his
hardness. Jarrod tilted his head back and moaned with pleasure, his hips
lifting her with each stroke. His eyes closed, he suddenly reached down and
grasped her hand and pulled it away, “Stop! You have to stop, baby!” He held her hand tightly and took several
deep breaths as he fought to control his desire.
Opening his eyes, Cassy
could see the depths of his desire and she leaned into him and covered his lips
with her own. Jarrod plundered her mouth with his tongue and fondled her
aroused peaks through the thin material of her dress. Cassy
arched into his hand and Jarrod slid it lower until he found her moist slit and
slipped a finger deep into her wetness. Jarrod groaned, “Oh god Cassy. You’re so wet.” Another finger joined the first and
his erection jutted upward as she began humping his fingers. He watched in
satisfaction as she rocked on his lap trying to deepen the penetration. Her
moans were sending fire to his groin and he suddenly stood up and deposited her
on top his desk. Pulling her forward until just her bottom sat on the edge, he
let his pants slip to his ankles and grasping his manhood, he guided it to her
throbbing core. His breaths were uneven and he shook with a desire too long
ignored. Cassy’s hand rubbed her own sensitive bud as
Jarrod eased himself in and out of her, his balls caressing her butt with each
stroke. He grabbed her legs and locked
his elbows in her knees, opening her wide to penetration. Holding herself up with one hand, Cassy
used two fingers to scissor her center while Jarrod watched in fascination as
his hard, aching shaft slid in and out of her warm tunnel. He could see and
feel the tightness as it enclosed him and he started to pump into her hard and
fast. Cassy’s moans grew louder and Jarrod knew she
was on the verge of release so he shifted her legs to his shoulders and ground
himself against her. Her passion crested and Jarrod held her tight. As the waves of pleasure coursed through her,
Cassy arched her back and screamed, “I’m cumming...!”
Her words sent him over the edge and he grabbed her
hips, slamming into her as hard as he could. Each thrust forced a grunt of
pleasure from him and he felt his balls tighten and then the warm tingling,
signaling his release, began deep at the base of his shaft. Cassy’s
muscles quivered around his hard flesh and his final thrust lifted her off the
desk as he pulsated deep inside her. “Oh god... Cassy...I
missed you!!” He wrapped one arm around her waist and the other one supported
him on the desk as his hips continued to push their way into her. His cries
turned to a whimper as he laid her back on the desk, no longer able to hold
them both up. With his head buried in her shoulder, his chest heaving for air,
he tried to lift some of his weight off of Cassy. She
held him against her and said in a ragged breath, “Don’t move! Just hold me.”
Jarrod felt her arms wrap around his back and he
shivered at her touch on his overly sensitive skin. His lips found the pulse in
her neck and he sucked on it playfully as his hand found her warm breast. Cassy shuddered with desire and Jarrod felt her inner
muscles squeeze his softened member, sending a shot of pleasure through his
body. It wasn’t often they could follow so closely on the first, but time had
made them desperate for each other. Jarrod
unbuttoned the front of her cotton dress and played with the taut tip of her
firm mound. With each tweak of her nipple her muscles grabbed his member and he
felt himself begin to harden and fill her once again. Wrapping her legs around his waist he picked
her up and quickly kicked off his boots and pants then carried her to the
couch. Lifting her off of his erection, he set her on her feet,
finished undressing her then removed his own shirt.
Turning her around he held
her from behind as he rubbed himself against her buttocks. He leaned his head
down and planted kisses along her neck and shoulder as his hands played with
the rosy buds of her breasts. His throbbing member found the crack between her
cheeks and he pushed against it with a sigh of pleasure. He pulled and pinched her nipples and with
each arch of her back he ground himself closer. Cassy
twisted her head back and Jarrod leaned around enough to take her questing
mouth with his. Dropping his hand he
held her abdomen tightly as he tried to increase the contact between them. His
erection was becoming painfully hard and the sweat of his body slid across Cassy’s back. Cassy was whimpering for more, “Again, Jarrod. I need you
again.” Pulling from his embrace she
dropped to her knees and leaned forward onto the couch, presenting Jarrod with
her round, firm cheeks. Jarrod slipped behind her and moved to kneel between
her legs. With practiced precision, he reached his fingers between her legs and
coated his fingers with the moisture gathered there. With his other hand, he
spread her cheeks and inserted a finger into her tight hole. Cassy’s moans
guided him and he repeated the motion several times, making sure she was well
lubricated. With one last dip into her wetness he coated himself, then guided his hard, aching member to her hole. Stopping
short of entering her, he leaned forward and put his hand on her back as he
asked tenderly, “Are you sure?”
Cassy nodded and begged, “Yes! I need you to fill me!”
Rubbing her back, he grasped himself and nudged into her, then stopped himself
when he heard her gasp of pain. The tightness surrounded his crown and his
heartbeat increased at the ecstasy of being encased in her warm, tight hole. He
stroked her back, willing her to relax when he felt the muscles around his
erection loosen their hold. Ever so slowly he pushed his way into her and Cassy responded by pushing back against him. Buried to the
hilt, he had to stop and take a calming breath lest he lose control too
soon. He didn’t allow Cassy to do this very often, since he hated to cause her
pain, but he knew that her release when it came, would
be very intense. With slow even strokes he pulled in and out of her until he
was soaked in his own perspiration. Cassy was lost in a world of sensation and he loved to
listen to her moans of ecstacy. “Please Jarrod, go
faster!!!” He increased the speed and his sac slapped against her as she
continued to moan, “Ohhhhhhh... Jarrod!!! Put your
fingers in me!!”
Reaching under his thrusting member he quickly
inserted three fingers into her and listened for her cries of pleasure. “Oh god
Jarrod, I need to cum... make me cum. honey!!! Jarrod slammed into her and with
each thrust he pushed his fingers deeper. Feeling the tremors of her release
enclose him, he tried to thrust into her only to be stopped short of release as
Cassy’s sphincter gripped him tightly. Delirious with desire, his body shook as it
ached for release and Cassy arched her back and fell
back forcing him to lean back on his haunches.
His hardness sunk into her even deeper and Cassy
ground herself against him as she rubbed furiously at her own core. A second orgasm quickly followed the first
and Jarrod was allowed only a few hard thrusts as she stopped his release once
more. The instant he felt her relax he grabbed her hips and eased himself
almost out then pushed her down onto his rock hard member in desperation. Her desire for more only heightened the
sensations coursing through him. His hips arched upward with each downward
motion of hers and Cassy’s cries rent the air, “Oh
god Jarrod!!! DON’T STOP!!!
Jarrod was excited to that rare point where he no
longer had control over anything but his own release and he cried out from the
painful pleasure that threatened to overpower him. His limbs trembled violently
and his face clenched as he suddenly felt his balls pull up tightly against the
base of his aching member and he literally screamed his relief, “AHHHH.........!!!” He held her hips as thrust into her with a
vengeance and his body suddenly stiffened as his erection swelled to the point
of pain, driving him over the edge. He
cried out sharply as he felt Cassy follow him, “OH
GOD CASSY DON’T!!! I CAN’T STOP NOW!!! PLEASE CASSY!!!! His world narrowed to a
single pinpoint of light as he exploded inside of her and his body strained to
release every drop. Cassy’s own orgasm was right in
the wake of his own and he screamed at the sensations that coursed through him,
“NOOOOOOOO!!!!!! He held her to his chest and tried to stop the spasms that he
knew would follow. Cassy pushed down on his still
hard member and he bit his lip, no longer in control of his own muscles as they
began to spasm. Falling onto his side,
he held Cassy tightly as his muscles strained to
relax. When the spasms stopped he gasped for air, willing himself to relax. For
several minutes his body would relax and spasm in a cycle that left him
completely exhausted. His overworked muscles trembled and only with Cassy’s help did he make it to the couch. He settled on the
couch and Cassy snuggled against him, both of them
blissfully happy. Jarrod held her close and enjoyed the feel of her next too
him. “Oh Cassy. I missed you
so much.”
They lay in silence for a very long time and Cassy began to drift off in his warm embrace. Just before
sleep took her she heard him sigh with sadness, “Why does it have to be so
hard?”
STORY 6: CASSY HELPS A FRIEND
6 Years Before Season One
Jarrod sat in his study going over all the books.
His father’s recent death had placed a heavy load on his son’s shoulders and
Jarrod wanted to make sure he had a good grasp of everything his father had
worked so hard to create. Just last week
he had watched as his father was placed in the ground. After the funeral he had
made sure his mother was settled and spent a long time with Audra and Eugene,
both the youngsters devastated by loss of their father. Jarrod refused to let the family fall apart
and was exhausted by the effort. Nick
wasn’t much help with the family, but Jarrod knew the ranch was being looked
after and that was one less thing he had to worry about. Only twenty-two, Nick
was taking on a heavy load himself as he oversaw the ranch operations. In the days since his father’s death, Jarrod
had put aside his own grief and tried to take over where his father had left
off. Reaching across the desk, he
grabbed the bottle of scotch and poured himself another drink. He knew it wouldn’t help, but for a brief
moment in time it dulled the pain.
The days moved into weeks and the strain of holding
everything together was taking its toll on the oldest Barkley. Jarrod rarely saw Nick, who worked from dawn
to dusk, only coming home after his nightly trip to town when everyone was
already in bed, and then was up and gone before anyone could catch him. Jarrod sighed in frustration at the
situation. His mother suggested it was time he had a long meaningful talk with
his younger brother. It was almost midnight when Nick finally staggered home.
Meeting him in the foyer, Jarrod spoke to him, “I think it’s time you and I had
a talk Nick.”
“I’m tired and I’m going to bed. It’s gonna have to
wait.” Nick ignored Jarrod and headed towards the stairs, intent on going to
bed.
Jarrod blocked Nick’s progress, looked him in the
eye and said sternly, “Now, Nick!”
Glaring at Jarrod, Nick insisted, “Get outta my way
Jarrod.”
Jarrod grabbed Nick’s arm as he tried to get around
him and said forcibly, “I said we need to talk, Nick!”.
Tired and in no mood to talk, Nick turned on his
brother and planted a solid fist into Jarrod’s ribs. Not expecting Nick to hit
him, Jarrod wasn’t prepared for the agonizing blow and he dropped to one knee
on the bottom step, as tried to catch his breath. Holding his aching ribs, he looked up at Nick
as he passed by. His face was clenched
in pain and his voice strained he told his brother angrily, “Running away from
it isn’t going to bring him back.”
Nick stopped and pointed at Jarrod as he growled,
“Back off Jarrod!”
Jarrod got slowly to his feet, and he sucked in a
breath of air as he tried to stand up straight.
His voice lowered and he said sympathetically, “I know how you feel
Nick...”
Nick stared fiercely at his brother and he jabbed a
finger into Jarrod’s chest as he retorted, “You have no idea what I’m feeling.
You weren’t the one that worked with him everyday, rode with him everyday...”
Frowning at Jarrod, Nick said vehemently, “You don’t have any idea what I’m
feeling.”
Jarrod was shocked and hurt by Nick’s words and he
slumped back down on the stairs, looking up at his brother in total
disbelief. Nick saw the anguish in
Jarrod’s features and was taken aback by the pain in his older brother’s eyes.
It was then that he realized how damaging his words were and he tried to
apologize, “I didn’t...”
Getting to his feet, Jarrod blinked back his tears
and shook his head slowly as the walked away from Nick, “Forget it, Nick.” Jarrod went to the study and closed the door
behind him, effectively shutting Nick out.
Nick turned to go upstairs and found his mother
staring at him from the landing. His eyes darted from her to the study door and
he wondered how much of their conversation she’d heard. When his eyes found
hers again, he saw her shake her head in disappointment and return to her room, and he knew she’d
heard enough. Disgusted, he muttered to
himself, “Damn it!”
He sat on the steps with his head in his hands for
some time before getting up and heading to the study. He hesitated at the door and with a heavy
sigh reluctantly entered, only to find the room empty. Heading to the patio doors, he was just in
time to see his older brother ride off through the front gate.
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It was after one in the morning when Cassy heard the knock on her door. Sitting on the edge of
her bed, she sighed in frustration, “Go away!”
Going back to brushing her hair, the knock came
again followed by a soft, pleading voice. “Please Cassy.”
Cassy’s heart skipped a beat and she rushed to the door.
Unlocking it and pulling it open she was surprised to see Jarrod leaning
against the door frame. He was holding his side and when he lifted his head,
she was heartbroken by his desolate look. Tired and worn, with a shadow of a
beard and his eyes red and puffy, Jarrod looked forlorn. Pulling him into the room, Jarrod let himself
be led to the bed, where Cassy
had him sit. Jarrod looked up at her as
she stood before him as if realizing for the first time that she was there.
His eyes clouded over and tears fell down his
cheeks. Leaning forward, he rested his head against Cassy’s
chest and cried, “I miss him so much.”
Holding him tight, Cassy
sighed, “I know you do. Oh Jarrod, you don’t have to be so strong all the
time.” She stroked his hair and let him release the pent up sadness over the
loss of his father. Knowing Jarrod, this
was probably the first time he’d let himself truly cry, putting everyone else
in the family before himself. He took
his responsibility as the oldest very seriously, even at the high cost of
himself. Nothing was more important to
Jarrod than his family.
He wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her
down into his lap. Nick’s words had hurt
him deeply and burying his head in her shoulder, Jarrod let himself be
comforted. It was some time later before he lifted his head and wiped the away
remaining tears. He hugged Cassy close and whispered,
“I’m sorry. I didn’t know where else to go.”
Cassy pulled back from his embrace and cupped his cheek
tenderly, “You can always come here. You know that don’t you?”
Lowering them down on the bed, Jarrod spooned
himself behind Cassy as he held her close, “I know.” They lay for a long
time before Cassy turned in his embrace and found
herself drawn to his deep blue eyes. Jarrod lifted himself up on one elbow and
tenderly traced her face with his fingers before coming to rest on her lips.
Removing his fingers, he lowered his head and ever so slowly placed a light
kiss on her lips. Cassy lay still beneath him,
savoring his tender touch, his kisses traced her jawline
as he unbuttoned her shirt. He stopped and lifted his head. He looked her over
carefully then frowned and asking curiously, “Where did you get my shirt?”
Blushing in embarrassment, Cassy
said shyly, “I took it from your saddlebags a few years ago.” Ducking her head she added, “You don’t mind
do you?”
Jarrod gave her a small smile and shook his head as
he said softly, “No, I don’t mind. It looks very good on you.” His hand reached
down and he caressed her body in long circles, as he planted light kisses along
her collarbone. Cassy moaned softly as he slowly
finished unbuttoning her shirt. His
motions were slow and languorous as he opened it and touched her soft
breasts. Jarrod buried his head in her
neck and kissed the point where her pulse touched the surface.
Her moans of pleasure tore into his heart and he
wondered why she denied him so much, yet gave herself so freely to him. His desire throbbed against her and he
increased the pressure on her thigh, letting her know how aroused he was. Cassy rolled
towards him and unbuttoned his shirt as her fingers played lightly over his
aching member. He closed his eyes and lay back as she slowly removed his
clothes. Gasping at the sight of his lightly bruised ribs she asked worriedly,
“What happened?”
Jarrod sighed, “Nick wasn’t in the mood for
talking.”
“Are you okay?”
Nodding, he told her, “Yes, it’s not too bad. Just a little sore.”
“You want to talk about it.”
“Maybe later,” said Jarrod softly, as he shook his
head. Cassy
sat beside him and continued to lightly caress his chest and abdomen, avoiding
his sore ribs. Kneeling between his legs, she began to tease his flesh. Her
touch sent sparks to his groin and he groaned loudly as she stroked his
throbbing member. Taking him to the point of release, then
backing off, time after time.
Jarrod thrashed his head back and forth on the bed,
aching for release but wanting this night to go on forever. His body was bathed in sweat as he arched
into her hand, driven by his need for completion. Just when he thought there
was no turning back she would stop and wait for the sensation to subside,
leaving him gasping for air as his body trembled with need.
His breath was ragged and hoarse as he begged,
“Please...let me...finish!” Lifting herself over him, Cassy
guided him to her center and lowered herself slowly onto his overheated
flesh. Feeling himself
slide into her wetness, Jarrod tried to thrust upward, but Cassy
lifted off of him, controlling the depth of his penetration. Panting and
breathless, Jarrod’s eyes were dark with desire and she held him in place,
waiting for him to calm. Collapsing to
the bed, Jarrod took deep gasping breaths as Cassy,
little by little eased herself on to him, his fingers clenching the bed sheets
in a white-knuckled grip. Buried deep inside her warmth, Jarrod cried out,
“I...need...to...move! Please baby!”
Cassy whispered, “Shhhh. Just
relax. Watch me!” Arching her back, she
reached up and began fondling her breasts as Jarrod watched wide-eyed. His mouth opened as he tried to get more air
into oxygen depleted body and his hardness swelled larger inside her. Cassy moaned at the increasing tightness within her and
reached a hand down to play with her tiny sensitive bud. Jarrod’s eyes followed
her hand and he tried to thrust upward, but her weight pinned him down. One of her hands continued to circle her
tender flesh while the other squeezed her nipple. Jarrod’s hand found her other
nipple and his fingers mirrored her own as he pinched and pulled her rosy
tip. When she removed her hand, Jarrod’s
free hand quickly replaced it, his throbbing hardness jerking inside of her
with every moan of pleasure she made. As she continued to rub herself, she
reached behind and grabbed the sac that lay between Jarrod’s legs.
“Oh.......god...!!!” Jarrod bucked up sharply and Cassy felt him slide almost out of her when just as
suddenly she was slammed back down onto his engorged member. Both of them groaned loudly and Cassy shuddered with desire. Planting her hands on his
chest, she lifted herself up and pushed down sharply as Jarrod thrust
upwards. Years of practice brought
perfect synchronicity, but soon the need for completion made their motions
erratic. Jarrod reached forward and began rubbing her nerve bud, and Cassy rocked up and down on his aching manhood filling herself with each downward push.
Jarrod bit his bottom lip as he strained against her,
his fingers working furiously to bring her release, knowing he would follow
soon after. Her flesh began quivering around his own and he rubbed faster as
her muscles suddenly clasped him tightly and she trembled above him. Holding
his hand tightly to herself, she stiffened as she rode out the powerful climax.
Breathing heavily, Jarrod waited for her to relax and then grabbing her hips he
thrust upwards sharply as he ground her onto his painfully hard manhood. For
several seconds he pounded into her with powerful strokes when suddenly, with
no warning, his sac tightened and he felt the rush of his orgasm course through
him. His entire back and hips arched off the bed as he held Cassy
firmly against his erupting manhood. Above him, Cassy
concentrated on working her internal muscles as she pulled every ounce of seed
from him and he shuddered with every contraction. When he finally collapsed to the bed, Cassy stretched out above him, his still hard member lodged
deep inside her. Their breathing was labored from their efforts and only after
several minutes did it finally even out as they relaxed in each other
arms. Their energy expended, Cassy fell asleep on Jarrod’s chest with his flesh still
imbedded in her. Jarrod made no effort
to move and he too was soon fast asleep.
An hour later they both woke and Cassy
insisted Jarrod tell her why Nick had hit him. It was a painful confession for
Jarrod, and Cassy listened sympathetically then
slowly turned the conversation towards the good times Jarrod shared with his
father. The second time Jarrod dozed off, his heart was feeling much lighter.
Jarrod woke in the early morning hour just before
dawn and extricating himself from Cassy’s embrace,
slowly made his way out of bed. Getting
dressed, he paused before putting on his shirt.
He smiled in thought then continued getting dressed and before he left
he placed a tender kiss on Cassy’s forehead as she
slept. He looked at her lovingly and
whispered quietly, “Thank you.”
When Cassy woke the next
morning, she sighed with sadness when she realized she was all alone. With resignation, she got up and looked for
her nightshirt. A smile graced her face
when her eyes found not the old white shirt she’d taken from Jarrod, but rather
the blue one he’d worn last night. Picking it up, she held it to her face and
inhaled slowly, savoring the scent he’d left behind.
Wrapping herself inside of it, she laid back down. Pulling it close as she
closed her eyes, it wasn’t long before she found herself drifting back into
sleep.
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Nick entered the dining room the next morning and
not seeing Jarrod, asked his mother, “Did Jarrod come home last night?”
“He was
still sleeping when I checked on him this morning. He hasn’t been getting much
sleep lately, so I didn’t bother waking him,” said Victoria pleasantly, but
making sure Nick was aware that Jarrod was having his own difficulties with the
loss. Victoria was surprised at Nick’s presence but was thankful nonetheless.
His behavior since Tom’s death was understandable, but she was glad to see him
looking more himself this morning. Maybe
his attitude last night had made him realize that he wasn’t the only one
hurting.
Nick nodded contritely and tried to change the
subject, “Eugene and Audra?”
“They’ll be down shortly.” Taking advantage of
their privacy, Victoria confronted him about the evening before. “I expect you
to apologize to your brother when he wakes Nicholas.”
Nick leaned forward and rested his elbows on the
table, “I’m sorry Mother,” he hesitated and added remorsefully, “...for
everything. I guess I haven’t been very considerate of the rest of you. I’ll talk to Jarrod later.” He looked her in
the eye and said sincerely, “I promise.”
Victoria nodded, and spoke to her son, “So how are
things going with the ranch. Any problems?”
Nick shook his head, glad for the change of
subject. “Everything’s just fine. Trying to do some catch up but I think I have
everything under control.”
“If you have any trouble you’ll be sure to ask for
help, won’t you?” Her message was loud and clear and Nick nodded. He hid his sigh of relief when Audra and
Eugene came in.
Seeing their older brother, they both ran to him
and Nick found himself holding two exuberant youngsters. With little contact
over the last few weeks, the twelve and thirteen year old couldn’t hide the
fact that they had missed their older brother’s presence. Nick blinked back
tears at their obvious affection and he hugged them both in his strong
arms. Releasing them, he stood up and
smiled as he told them all, “I’m gonna go see what’s keeping Jarrod.”
Victoria smiled, “You do that Nicholas.”
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Nick watched as Jarrod slept, suddenly unsure
whether or not to wake his older brother. Jarrod lay sprawled in bed and Nick
could see the bruises he’d inflicted on Jarrod’s ribs as they peeked out from
under the blanket. Even in sleep, Jarrod
looked worn and Nick was angered by his own selfishness. While he was off feeling sorry for himself,
Jarrod had taken it upon himself to keep everything together and Nick had
repaid him by trying to diminish his loss. Letting Jarrod sleep, Nick slipped
out and started his day with a whole new attitude.
It was well into the afternoon before Jarrod woke,
feeling more refreshed than he had in weeks. He found his mother in the parlor
and spoke to her briefly, “Good afternoon, lovely lady.”
Victoria smiled and rose to greet him, “Jarrod, how
are you feeling?”
With a light kiss on her cheek, he replied, “I’m
sorry for sleeping so long. Why didn’t you wake me?”
“You needed your rest. Can I have Silas fix you
something?”
“I’ll get
something in a bit. I have work I should
be doing.” He bid his mother goodbye and went into the study. It was just
before supper when Nick made an appearance. Making his way to the bar, he fixed
himself a whiskey.
Jarrod watched him and a sadness
filled him as he remembered Nick’s words from the night before. Nick saw the
sorrow in his brother’s eyes and spoke quickly, “I’m sorry for last night, Jarrod. I
know you miss him as much as I do. It’s just...” His voice broke as he tried to
find words and Jarrod rose from the desk and joined his younger brother. Nick
stood at the fireplace and was surprised when he felt a hand rest on his
shoulder. His anguish was evident and Jarrod simply pulled his brother into him
embrace and all was forgiven and forgotten as they took comfort in each other.
Once again, Jarrod proved to be the solid older brother that they had all come
to rely on.
Nick was grateful for Jarrod’s understanding and
asked, “What do you say we go into town later and I’ll buy you a drink big
brother?”
Slapping him on the back, Jarrod answered, “That’s
the best thing you’ve said in a long time little brother.” Hesitating he finished, “Um Nick? Cassy probably won’t be as forgiving as I’ve been.”
Shocked, Nick hollered, “You told her?”
Jarrod became defensive at Nick’s outrage, and he
said quietly, “I had to talk to someone Nick.”
Nick’s features softened and he asked, “Did it
help?”
With a small smile, Jarrod replied, “Yeah, I think
it did Nick. She helped me remember all the good things about Father.”
The two of them spent the remainder of the
afternoon reminiscing about their father. When they all gathered for dinner
that evening, Victoria was happy to see that despite the missing member, they
were once again a family.
14 Years Before Season One
It had been almost a month since she had taken a
job at the saloon. Harry had provided her with room and board in exchange for a
job and any money she made, minus a small percentage, was hers. The first week
was the hardest, but years of living in brothels had taught her that it was,
after all, just a job. When she was done
for the night, she put all thought of it aside and went about living. Her first
Sunday off she went to the pond hoping to find Jarrod, put he never showed
up. He was avoiding her, and despite all
her bravado that it was best he not be seen with her, it hurt. Cassy hadn’t really
expected him. He was no doubt having a
hard time accepting things, but she was disappointed nonetheless.
She wanted Jarrod to understand that what she did
for the bar patron was nothing compared to what she had experienced with him
that first time. When she was with a
customer is was easy to turn off her emotions and simply do the job, quickly
and efficiently. Jarrod would be going off to school soon, out into the world
and she would become a distant memory. A childhood acquaintance he had
outgrown. It was for the best. It was what she wanted wasn’t it. He had to make
his way and she had to make hers, independent of each other. Knowing it didn’t
make it any easier to accept.
Cassy dreamed of saving money and getting away from her
present lifestyle. She would go far enough away so that no one would know who
or what she was and she would see what life was like on the other side. She
would do it on her own and would be beholden to no one. Every Saturday morning for the last few
weeks, Cassy counted out her earnings for the week
and made a trip to the bank. Unlike the other girls, Cassy
refused to be seen outside the saloon dressed in her working clothes. She had no desire to flaunt herself on the
general public. Cassy remembered all too well the
staring and uncomfortable looks people had cast on her mother and so she
dressed in a simple cotton dress when not working. It didn’t hide what she was, but Cassy felt more respectable as she did her weekly errands.
Cassy noticed the group of cowhands gathered at the
general store and sighed in frustration. She needed to get a few things and
didn’t relish having to come back. The good people of Stockton tended to ignore
her, but the bar clientele seemed to think she was fair game for their
entertainment even away from the saloon. Holding her head high, she walked
towards the men and tried to ignore their rude comments as she approached.
“Hey Cassy, what you
doin’ hidin’ out in that dress for?” Cassy brushed by
them and found herself surrounded by the three ruffians. The leader, a young
man they called George continued to taunt her, “You look so much sweeter in
that purty red one.”
Cassy pushed him back, “Leave me be George. I’m not
working.” Cassy moved towards the door of the store
when George grabbed her arm and pulled her back into his embrace. Struggling to
free herself, Cassy dodged his mouth as he tried to
kiss her. She was never more grateful to hear the voice at her back.
“Let her go!” Jarrod stood behind her and glared at
George, who reluctantly let Cassy go but stood his
ground. Jarrod stepped forward and deftly put Cassy
behind him.
“Get away from her Barkley. She ain’t for the likes
of you,” snapped George as he tried to reach around Jarrod and grab for Cassy.
Jarrod sidestepped and effectively kept Cassy away from the man’s grasp. “I said leave her be,
George. It’s obvious the lady doesn’t want anything to do with.”
George howled with laughter, “Lady? You need to get
out in the real world Barkley. Cassy her is a whore.”
Jarrod’s face turned red and he launched himself at
George, knocking him back into the street. Livid with anger, Jarrod pounced on
George’s prone form and continued to pummel him with his fists. Cassy rushed forward and tried to pull Jarrod off the man
as she screamed, “JARROD! Stop! You’re gonna kill him.”
Tom Barkley exited the store and seeing the scene
before him, quickly got to Jarrod and pulled him off a struggling George.
Yanking his son clear of the melee, Tom used his own body to keep Jarrod from
finishing the job. Holding him at arms length, Tom spoke with authority,
“That’s enough!!” George and his friends glanced at the confrontation between
father and son and had the sense to flee the scene.
Shaking and breathing heavily, Jarrod’s anger was
still too near the surface for him to hear his father’s words. Tom planted a
firm hand on his shoulder, looked him in the eye and spoke sternly, “You had
better get that temper under control, young man!”
Jarrod glared at his father and turned on his
heels. Tom spoke to his son’s back as he stalked off, “I expect you at the
Cattleman’s in two hours. You have some explaining to do.” Jarrod kept walking,
and Tom raised his voice to get his sons attention, “JARROD!” Jarrod stopped and hesitated before turning
to face his father. Tom looked at him sharply and added, “Do I make myself
clear?”
His father’s tone was one that Jarrod knew meant
business and he bowed his head. With a sigh of resignation, Jarrod said
quietly, “Yes Sir,” and walked away.
Cassy watched the whole exchange and quickly came to
Jarrod’s defense. “He was only defending me Mr. Barkley.”
“I find that honorable in my son Miss O’Brien, but
that does not excuse the way in which he did it.”
Ducking her head, Cassy
answered, “No Sir. I suppose not.”
****************
Cassy had seen Jarrod enter the alley near the saloon
and quickly made her way there after leaving his father. The alley was actually a dead end so it was
used as a storage area for crates from the bar. It was narrow and dark and Cassy could barely make out Jarrod’s form as he stood
leaning against the back wall. He had both hands over his head with his back to
her, his head tucked against his chest. Careful not to startle him, she called
out quietly, “Are you okay?”
Jarrod turned and leaned with his back to the wall,
dropping his arms to his sides. “No...” he shook his head and his voice
wavered, “...I’m not. I can’t do this Cassy. It’s
killing me inside to think of you with all those men.”
Cassy kept her distance as she found the nearest crate
and sat down. “I’m sorry Jarrod. I never meant for this to hurt you. What I do
with those men is just a job to me. Nothing more.”
Jarrod retorted, “Do you think that helps?”
Embarrassed by his outburst, he hung his head.
Standing up, Cassy
crossed over to Jarrod and stood before him. Her voice was just above a whisper
as she spoke, “You need to forget about me Jarrod. Nothing good can come of
it.”
Jarrod pulled her into his embrace and hugged her
close. When she didn’t resist, he dropped his head to her shoulders and spoke
with anguish in his voice, “I can’t forget about you Cassy.
I love...”
Cassy tore herself from his grasp and pleaded, “Don’t!!
Don’t say it! It’s only gonna make it worse. You can have me Jarrod anytime you
want. I would never deny you that. But I won’t let you love me. I won’t let you
do ruin your life for me. I can live
with it if I know you’ll be there for me, but don’t say the words Jarrod. It
only makes it harder when you leave. If you want, we’ll work something out so
no one knows you see me.”
Standing tall in front of her, Jarrod spoke
crossly, “So I can see you as long as no one else sees us is that what your saying. That I have to sneak around
just to spend any time with you. I can’t do that to you Cassy. It isn’t fair to you. I will not cheapen what we
have.”
“We don’t have anything Jarrod. We can never have
anything. Don’t you get it?”
Tears fell down Cassy’s
face and Jarrod sighed in defeat. “Aww...Cassy. Please, don’t cry.” He reached out and pulled
her back to his chest. “I’ll do whatever you want, just don’t push me away.”
Jarrod held her and played with the red curls than hung at her neck. Cassy couldn’t stop
the shiver as he touched the sensitive skin at her nape. Leaning closer, she
could feel his arousal against her belly and her hand dropped of it’s own accord, finding the soft sac beneath his growing
erection.
Jarrod’s sucked deeply for air and let it out in
small halting breaths as he shuddered at her touch. Cassy’s
own body trembled with desire and a wetness gathered
between her thighs. Easing her hand into his pants she grasped his hardness and
felt it pulse beneath her fingers. With her other hand, she released only the
bottom buttons of his pants and Jarrod’s knees buckled a bit when the cool air
hit his hot flesh. His head fell back and he savored the feel of her hand
around his aching maleness. Cassy rubbed against his
thigh and Jarrod clasped the back of her neck as his lips found her silky
mouth. His tongue slid between her parted lips and he played it across her
teeth to dance with her tongue. Her rhythmic strokes on his hot, engorged flesh
were maddening and his breath quickened with the need for more. Removing her
hand from his pants, he pulled her further into the darkness of the alley and
lifted her skirt. His arousal pressed against her bare thigh as his hand found
the apex of her thighs wet with desire.
Huskily, Jarrod whispered in her ear, “Tell me what
you want Cassy.” His still hand teased her as it
covered the soft curls of her mound.
Cassy muttered with a quickening breath, “Put your
fingers in me.” His body crushed her to the wall as his fingers delved into her
silky depths. Cassy tried to moan at the intensity of
his ministrations, but he covered her mouth with his own, stopping any sounds
she might make. Her inner muscles clenched with her impending release and he
slid his fingers in and out of her warm tunnel, his thumb dancing across her
aching bundle. Grabbing her firm buttock
in his other hand, Jarrod ground his pulsing manhood into her leg as he
squeezed her soft flesh with his long fingers.
Keeping her voice low, Cassy
moaned, “Oh god, honey...I need to cum!”
Jarrod’s breathing increased and he felt the blood
rush to his groin. Leaning forward he rested his head against the wall at Cassy’s back as he tried to gain control over his emotions,
when suddenly her inner contractions clenched tightly against his fingers.
Taking her mouth in his, he covered her scream of release with a long searing
kiss. The muscles of her core spasmed and Jarrod
trembled with desire. Turning them both, he fell back into the wall and held on
to Cassy as she tried to regain her composure, his
breath shallow and fast.
Relaxing in his arms, Cassy
felt his burgeoning erection press against her abdomen and she dropped to her
knees before him. Jarrod looked down in disbelief and stuttered, “No Cassy.”
As he reached down to take her hand, Cassy’s eyes met his and she smiled, “Let me taste you.”
A man known for his eloquence for words was
suddenly speechless. He of course had heard of such things, but he was far too
young to have experienced this particular method of sexual enjoyment. His eyes widened and his heart rate increased
to where Jarrod was sure everyone in town could hear it beating. Cassy’s tongue slowly traced his crown and there was no way
he was gonna last. Just before she enclosed his blood-engorged tip in her
mouth, Cassy looked up and demanded softly, “Cum for
me!” With no time for any rebuttal, she
encased his pulsing member between her soft red lips. Jarrod’s hands clenched
at the wall, and his whole body tensed at the feel of her warm mouth around
him. Willing himself to stay still, he let Cassy take
of him what she could. Inch by inch she
worked him into her mouth and Jarrod fought his release, wanting to enjoy every
moment of this forbidden pleasure.
Cassy pulled back and Jarrod tried to thrust his hips
forward, yearning for more, but she held him firmly to the wall with a hand on
each hip. Easing him in and out of her mouth, Cassy
removed one of her hands and touched the sensitive skin behind his sac and
Jarrod’s hands grasped her head in place as his seed spilled forth, and filled
her throat. Cassy
swallowed convulsively and stroked the base of his shaft, feeling the large
vein on the underside of his erection pulse in time with his eruption. Jarrod shook almost violently as he held in
the scream that demanded release. His orgasm was the longest and most intense
of any he’d experienced in his short life and he sagged to the dirt completely
spent, uncaring that his softened member hung freely from his pants. He fell forward onto Cassy’s
shoulder, his back heaving in a struggle to get air into his lungs. Jarrod
stammered between gasps, “Oh...god...Cassy!
That...was...incredible!”
“Shhh... Just relax, hon! Take some deep
breaths.” Eventually Jarrod found the
strength to stand and he pulled Cassy to her feet.
Putting himself back in order, he brushed the dirt from Cassy’s
dress and made sure they were both presentable. Jarrod wrapped his arms around Cassy and inhaled in the sweet scent of her hair, suddenly
reluctant to leave. Cassy
finally had to push him towards the street, “You need to go find your daddy or
you’re gonna be in more trouble than even you can get out of.”
Jarrod took her arm in his and led her towards the
street. Cassy stopped after a few steps and pulled
him back into the alley. Pointing to the side entrance of the saloon, Cassy told him, “I’ll go in there. You go on ahead.”
Hanging his head in disappointment, Jarrod said
with dismay, “You’re not going to give this up are you?”
Cassy shook her head adamantly, “No, I’m not. I belong
in there.” Nodding towards the street, she added, “You belong out there.” Giving him no time to argue, Cassy slipped in the back door of the saloon. He stood in the darkened alley and sighed
heavily at the hopelessness of the situation.
The stage was set and Jarrod knew that nothing he could say or do would
change Cassy’s mind.
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In the years that followed, contrary to what Cassy thought, Jarrod remained a true and loyal friend to
her. He never said the words, but he
felt them in his heart. Their dalliances
were kept secret from all those who knew them and no one would have guessed
that the two shared more than a simple childhood friendship. Jarrod tried many
times to get Cassy away from her chosen profession,
but she remained adamant that if and when the time came, she would be doing it
on her own. Over time, Jarrod became
more accepting of her lifestyle and he discreetly made sure she had many of the
finer things that most girls only dreamed of.
He learned very quickly that while she wouldn’t take his money, she
seldom refused his gifts of affection.
It was a rare trip to San Francisco that didn’t bring Cassy a new dress or some finery.
It was a heartbreaking day fifteen years later when
Cassy finally worked up the courage to see the world beyond Stockton,
leaving behind all that she had known and loved....... With Cassy and
Jarrod’s past related, the story picks up in season two. From this point on,
stories follow a chronological order.
STORY 8: JARROD LOSES A
FRIEND
Season Two
Jarrod was trying to get some work done when Nick
entered the office and after a brief hello, he listened to Nick with half only
an ear as he tried to finish up. Nick ignored Jarrod’s lack of interest and
rambled on about this and that, unaware that Jarrod answered with simple ‘uh huhs” just to appease him.
Several minutes into the one sided conversation Jarrod was drawn back
into his work, completely ignoring Nick.
“JARROD?” Nick practically yelled to get his brother’s
attention.
Annoyed, Jarrod snapped, “What do you want Nick? I
have work to do.”
Exasperated with his brother, Nick emphasized his
words, “I asked you why you weren’t at the train station.”
Baffled at his question, Jarrod asked, his mind
still more on his work than Nick, “Why would I be at the station Nick?”
Rolling his eyes skyward, Nick retorted, “Well I
just figured you’d be there to see Cassy off.”
Jarrod’s head shot up and he frowned in confusion,
“What do you mean, see her off?”
“She’s leaving town by the looks it,” said
Nick. He watched as Jarrod’s expression
turned to one of panic and he leaped from his chair, quickly grabbed his coat
and hat, and hurried out of the office.
As Jarrod rushed to the train depot he prayed he
wasn’t too late. As he rounded the last corner he could see the train just
beginning to pull out of the station and he went from a jog to an all out run
to catch the departing train. Only when he found himself standing on the steps
of the train did he stop to catch his breath. Hunched over, he drew in several
deep breaths before standing upright.
His brows were no longer furrowed in panic but with hurt and anger at Cassy. The bottom
dropped out of his world at Nick’s revelation and he was running on pure
adrenalin right now. Bracing himself for
the upcoming confrontation, he squared his shoulders and began his search for Cassy.
Cassy sat in a private berth, watching the platform as
the train pulled out of the depot. Only when it cleared the station did she
breathe a sigh of relief. She had been planning this exodus for months, worried
every minute that Jarrod would somehow find out and try to stop her. Her heart ached for him, but she knew that
this was the best way. It was time to move on, for both of them. Neither one of them had any chance at a happy
future if she stayed. Saddened by her
own actions, Cassy slumped into her seat and stared
unseeing out the window. Her reverie
was suddenly broken when the door was jerked open by a very upset Jarrod.
Startled, her heart pounding, she looked at his irate features and pushed back
into the seat trying to put more distance between them. Jarrod stepped further into the room and
slammed the door behind him as he glared at Cassy,
who was trying to make herself as small as possible in the corner of her seat.
His face red with anger, Jarrod shouted, “Is that
how you treat your friends Cassy? You take off
without so much as a word of goodbye.” Cassy tried to answer,
but Jarrod wasn’t listening, “How long have you been planning this? Weeks? Months?” Jarrod suddenly
stopped his pacing and turned towards her. “That’s why you asked me about your
investments, isn’t it? You were planning to leave even then.” Cassy nodded
reluctantly and Jarrod’s features went from anger to desolation. Moving to the seat opposite her, he dropped
into it heavily and buried his head in his hands.
Cassy watched him and her voice was soft as she tried to
explain her sudden departure, “I’m sorry Jarrod, for doing it this way. I
thought it was for the best.” Jarrod
lifted his head and Cassy could see the sadness in
his eyes, “Maybe it wasn’t the best way, but I knew you would try to stop
me.” Jarrod tried to interrupt, but Cassy cut him off with a wave of her hand, “It’s time
Jarrod. I need to do this. I’ve waited all these years to get out of Stockton.
When you told me how much money I had I knew I could finally go do all the
things I’ve dreamed of doing.”
A dejected Jarrod sat before her and he said
quietly, “And you couldn’t tell me what your plans were? If Nick hadn’t told me
he’d seen you at the station...” His voice dropped to a whisper as he added,
“...I wouldn’t have known.”
It was only then that Cassy
realized how much her actions had hurt Jarrod and she got up and moved to kneel
in front of him. “I’m sorry honey, I never meant to
hurt you.” With tears in her eyes she looked into Jarrod’s blue eyes and spoke
with sincerity, “I just need to get clean away and make a new life.” Taking his
hands in hers, Cassy said softly, “You need to make a
life for yourself Jarrod. Find a wife and have lots of children.” Jarrod shook his head, but Cassy remained adamant, “You deserve that. You would make
such a wonderful father. I know you would.
You have to give yourself this chance to have a happy life.”
Tears spilled over Jarrod’s eyes as he continued to
shake his head at Cassy’s words, “I don’t want anyone
but you Cassy. Can’t you see that?”
Reaching a hand up, Cassy
brushed away his tears with her thumb. Jarrod closed his eyes and leaned into
her touch, enjoying the softness of her caress on his cheek. His body shivered
involuntarily, and Cassy couldn’t stop her hand from
wandering to play with the fine hairs at the nape of his neck. Jarrod’s frame
relaxed into her touch and he sighed with contentment as she fingered his
collar. His tie hung loose and Cassy wasted no time
removing it so she could get to the buttons beneath it. Jarrod’s breath hitched
when her fingers found his chest hair and playfully tugged on them. His mind
forgot their previous conversation as her fingers skillfully danced their way
across his chest and found one of his nipples.
Sucking in air as she circled and squeezed it, Jarrod groaned as blood
flowed into his arousal.
Cassy smiled as she watched his erection grow and pulse
beneath the material of his pants. With her other hand, she caressed his leg,
making every smaller circles as she worked it up his thigh towards his bulging
manhood. Throwing his head back, Jarrod
tried to lift his hips to increase the contact, but Cassy
moved her hand away and suddenly stood up.
His eyes heavily lidded with desire, Jarrod watched as Cassy moved to the door of the berth and lock it. Pulling
down the privacy screens, Cassy turned towards Jarrod
and began undoing her dress, stopping between buttons to play with her aching
nipples. Of its own accord, Jarrod’s
hand reached down and rubbed his own aching, cloth-covered hardness.
Watching Jarrod, Cassy
felt the wetness gather at her center and purposely slowed her movements,
gladly prolonging the erotic display. Cassy leaned back against the door as she undid the buttons
at the front of her dress, but rather than remove it, she let is slip down her
shoulders. Reaching inside, she unlaced her corset and Jarrod’s eyes widened as
her breasts spilled forth from the confining material and he shifted in his
seat to ease the discomfort in his groin.
Seeing him squirm only heightened Cassy’s desire and she murmured seductively in a breathy
voice, “Take it out and touch yourself.”
Licking his dry lips, Jarrod quickly unbuckled his belt and undid the
buttons of his pants. Removing his boots, he lifted his hips and slid his pants
off. Cassy
gasped at the sight before her. Stretched out in the chair, in only his
unbuttoned shirt, Jarrod was a sight to behold. His thick maleness jutted
upward and she watched as he reached out and grabbed the base, then slowly begin stroking the blood engorged shaft. Jarrod sighed in relief at his own touch and
lifted his eyes to see Cassy squeezing her creamy
breasts. Still wearing the corset, her breasts were thrust upward, and her
nipples were taut with arousal. His hand
increased the pressure on his shaft but he kept the strokes slow and even, willing
himself to keep a tight rein on his threatening emotions.
Cassy let her dress fall to the floor and stood before
Jarrod in just her loosened corset and gartered silk stockings. The light
covering at her chest fell open as Cassy continue to
massage her breasts with both hands. Jarrod slumped into the chair and his head
fell back as he watched her through slitted eyes and
his hand worked his member in long languorous motions. The only sound in the
small compartment was the labored breathing of both participants as they watched
each other. Jarrod’s used his thumb to gather the moisture leaking from the tip
of his erection and coated his heated flesh with it. His hand moved faster with the lubrication
and his chest rose and fell faster when Cassy lowered
her hand and began stroking her own wet flesh. Jarrod rose up and sat on the
edge of his chair as Cassy spread her feet wider, and
leaned more heavily against the door so she had better access to her throbbing
core. Her moans of pleasure were more than he could stand and removing the last
of his clothing, Jarrod moved quickly to kneel at her feet. Inches from her swollen bud, he lifted her
leg over his shoulder and savored the sweet smell of her desire as his tongue
darted out and flicked her sensitive bundle. With his own hand still stroking
his purple-tipped hardness, he worked his tongue in lazy circles around Cassy’s bud. Her
body quivered at his touch and Jarrod delved into her fleshy folds tasting her
warm wetness. “Oh Jarrod, I need you!” rasped Cassy,
her body threatening to slide to the floor as he continued to thrust his tongue
in and out of her depths.
Ignoring her pleas, Jarrod continued to tease her
with his tongue. His own desire was
quickly gaining momentum and he had to stop his hand, afraid he would lose control
if he didn’t. Bracing the silken covered
leg that rested on his shoulder, Jarrod pulled his head back and lifted his
other hand to insert his long finger into Cassy’s
moist tunnel.
“AHHHH!!!” Cassy moaned loudly and
tried to push herself onto Jarrod’s finger as he slowly moved it in and out of
her opening. Inserting another finger he pumped his digits into her and again
leaned in to tease her nerve center with his mouth. Sucking her bud between his lips, he played
his tongue over it in ever maddening circles and Cassy
writhed above him, her moans encouraging him. “Oh god Jarrod!
Please stop! I want you in me! NOW!”
Jarrod removed his fingers, but his mouth and
tongue continued to assault her. Leaning
closer, he literally buried himself in her depths as he sucked, licked and
penetrated her with his tongue. Cassy felt the
sensations building and she bit back a scream as she grabbed his head and
ground herself against his face and she came in his mouth. Jarrod licked up her
juices as she clenched around him, and his own hips moved of their own volition
as he strained for some sort of contact for his pulsing member. As Cassy’s orgasm died off, Jarrod rose and pulled her close,
his arousal throbbing against her stomach.
Turning her back to him, he had her bend over the
chair and grasping his shaft he guided it between her legs. Her wetness coated his aching thickness and
her high-heeled shoes lifted her to the perfect height allowing him to slide
between her thighs with ease. His hands found her hips and bending his knees he
positioned himself at her entrance and thrust upward sharply. Cassy’s back arched at the sensation of being filled to the
extreme and she cried out in pleasure, “Oh my god. More!!!”
Holding her hips, Jarrod pulled out until only the
crown of his shaft remained then he slammed himself forward as he held her
tight. His arms trembled as he struggled to hold himself in check while forcing
his arousal into Cassy in long, deep thrusts. Closing
his eyes, Jarrod threw his head back and he pumped into Cassy
time and time again, each thrust harder and faster than the one before. His erection ached and he was afraid he had
reached that point where he was so hard he might last forever. His thrusts were
frenzied and his muscles tensed with need as he strove for release. Leaning forward to rest on Cassy’s back, he reached a hand under her played with her
sensitive bud. His hips continued to pump forward in short, sharp thrusts as he
begged, “Talk dirty to me baby...please!!!
Need...to...finish...”
Cassy pushed back against Jarrod, her own body screaming
for release from the painful pleasure that was overwhelming her. Cassy gasped as she pleaded, “Put your finger in my ass.
Fill me up.”
Jarrod’s hips jerked forward at her words and he
eased himself upright once more as he stood behind her, his hardness buried
deep within her. Pulling his hand from her mound, his fingers glistened with
her own moisture and he easily slipped one into the hidden hole between her
firm cheeks. As Jarrod’s finger penetrated
her tight hole, Cassy’s breath turned ragged and
shallow. “That’s it honey. Everything is so tight!” Her head dropped to rest on the chair and she
shivered at the intense pleasure coursing through her. Jarrod’s breath quickened at the sight she presented
and he inserted a second finger as he continued to pump against her, his sac
brushing her thighs with every stroke. Lost in ecstasy, Cassy
muttered, “Feels so good! Harder... Need more! Oh
Jarrod, I need to cum!”
Jarrod once again leaned forward and planted kisses
across her shoulders as his hand reached under both of them and found her
swollen nerve center. As Jarrod rubbed
it between his thumb and forefinger, Cassy tried to
arch her back and push into him at the same time. His weight on her back kept
her restrained and Jarrod continued to slam into her. Each thrust of his body
forced his fingers into her tight hole and Cassy
began to shudder with impending release as she whimpered in blissful agony,
“Deeper! Oh god! I can feel you getting bigger!” Cassy
tried to pull away from the tightness his burgeoning erection was causing, but
Jarrod quickly moved his hand from her center and grabbed her shoulder, forcing
her back onto his thickened member.
“Don’t move!” growled Jarrod. The primal timbre of
his voice sent Cassy over the edge and her inner
muscles clenched him tightly. With extraordinary willpower, Jarrod manage to
stop thrusting long enough to push his fingers in and out of her tight hole,
prolonging her orgasm a few extra seconds and sparking the fire deep in his
loins. Repositioning both hands at her waist, he pounded into her and felt his
sac draw up tightly against the base of his shaft. His whole body shook with
need and he thrust sharply in short, furious strokes, desperate for release. Feeling
his balls tighten against her, Cassy moaned, “Cum
inside me honey! You feel so good!”
Jarrod made a final thrust as his body stiffened
and he threw his head back, filling her with his seed. His body jerked
uncontrollable as he tried to force every ounce of his being into her. Only
when his member began to soften did he stop his motions and holding her tightly
around the waist, he pulled her down into his lap as he slumped to the floor.
His body still trembling, he wrapped his arms around her and rested his head on
her shoulder as he tried to breath in some much needed
air. “Oh god Cassy... I love you so much... Please
don’t leave me!”
He felt Cassy stiffen in
his arms and heard her sob, “Don’t make this any harder than it needs to
be. I have to go. As long as I stay, you will never find anyone
else.”
“I don’t want anyone else. I only want you,” cried
Jarrod as he squeezed her to his chest.
Tears flowed freely from Cassy’s
eyes as she pleaded her case, “I can’t stay anymore Jarrod. It hurts too much all
the time, knowing it can never be. Please let me go...” Cassy’s
sobs tore at Jarrod’s heart and his own tears mixed with hers as he unwillingly
accepted the fact that her love was forbidden to him, if only in her own mind.
His love bound her to him and his love was letting her go. Letting her go to
find what she thought the world could give her.
STORY 9: JARROD TRIES TO
FORGET
4 Years Later
Jarrod sat in his darkened room reflecting on the past
four years of his life. When Cassy left Stockton for
parts unknown, he had tried to keep tabs on her whereabouts, but she’d covered
her tracks too well. He knew she’d
traveled to Europe shortly after arriving in San Francisco, but his contacts
could never find what had become of her after that. For over a year he had
tried to locate her, but finally gave up when he realized she didn’t want to be
found. That first year was the worst and he found himself spending more time in
San Francisco than in Stockton, hoping that being away would somehow dim the
memories.
He tried to move on with his life, but his efforts
were thwarted at every turn. His one chance at happiness died from a bullet
meant for him. It had been almost three
years since Beth’s death and the memory of it still hurt. Not only because she had died needlessly, but
because he was never really certain of his feelings for her. So intent on forgetting Cassy,
he didn’t take the time to analyze the real reason for marrying Beth. It wasn’t
until after her death that he took the time to reflect on their short time
together.
He had loved Beth, at least as much as he was able
at the time. Their week together was a good one and he truly enjoyed her
company, but he knew on their wedding night that she would never spark the fire
that Cassy was capable of igniting within him. For months after Beth’s death he struggled
with his guilt over not only her death but for marrying her in the first
place. He’d never really been attracted
to her physically but as they became acquainted he found her personality
engaging and he was able to see past her sharp, angular features. She had come
along when he was feeling very alone and vulnerable. It was the first time in over a year that
he’d felt some relief from his own misery and he allowed himself to be
comforted by her presence. Before he had
a chance to question his motives he found himself asking for her hand in
marriage, and within the week they were husband and wife.
It was on their wedding night that Jarrod began to
wonder if marrying Beth was fair to either one of them. He took his time and made sure it was
pleasurable for her and they shared one another the whole night long. As much as he enjoyed their lovemaking, it
lacked the power and intensity of emotions that he felt when he was with Cassy, but he pushed it from his mind and vowed to make the
best the marriage. He really did care for Beth and he convinced himself at the
time that the relationship didn’t have to revolve around the physical aspect of
marriage. When Beth was killed, he mourned her loss and went after Cass Hyatt
with a vengeance born of guilt. His sadness in the weeks that followed was for
his own selfishness rather than Beth’s passing. The whole ordeal had shaken him
and two years later he still couldn’t or wouldn’t make any type of commitment
when it came to a relationship with a woman. The only time he found himself
seeking out companionship was when he had a social engagement. Even then, he
never took the same woman twice lest they think he was actually
interested.
Only at night when he was alone did he let his mind
conjure up images of Cassy. On this night, the
moonlight cast an eerie glow on his frame as he stretched out in his chair.
Leaning back lazily with his hands clasped across his stomach he let his mind
drift and closing out everything around him, Jarrod let his thoughts take
over...Cassy didn’t hear him approach the
pond and from his vantage point she seemed to be leaning back against the tree
resting. Only when he rounded the tree could he see that she wasn’t sleeping,
although her eyes were closed. Her dress
was pulled up around her waist and her hand rested between her legs as she
played with her own bud. Her fingers played over it lightly and Jarrod stood in
wonder as he watched her. With stealth, he moved in front of her, but remained
several feet away as he stood mesmerized, watching her fingers do a silent
dance of pleasure.
In no
time at all Jarrod felt the familiar stirring in his groin, and his hands
dropped down to release the belt and buttons that confined his growing
erection. Still semi-soft he took it in
his hand and stroked it lightly from base to tip. His head was thrown back as he savored the
feeling his touch elicited and continued to stroke his manhood as he watched Cassy fondle herself in his
mind... Jarrod’s erection was already
hard and aching as he watched Cassy and he bit back a
moan when she lifted both knees and spread her legs further apart, presenting
him an unobstructed view of her fleshy nether lips. Her fingers began making longer and longer
strokes as she rubbed herself from front to back. Cassy
groaned when she inserted two of her own fingers deep inside herself and began
a slow rhythmic motion of in and out, in and out.
Jarrod
began sweating at the heat his body was producing and he unbuttoned his shirt,
letting the cool air bask his damp chest.
His hand moved back to his throbbing erection and he tightened his grip
as he pumped it in long easy strokes. Lifting his hips, he let his pants fall
enough so he could grab the large orbs beneath his shaft, rolling them in his
hand as he watched Cassy through his closed eyes...Every
time her fingers went in, Cassy would bear down on
them, trying to increase the penetration. Her free hand wandered to her breast
and she massaged and squeezed it until Jarrod could see her nipple strain
against the material of her dress. He swallowed hard and licked his suddenly
dry lips as he watched her pinch and pull on the taut nub. Jarrod could
actually hear how wet she was as her fingers slid in and out of her dripping
tunnel. The sun glistened off her moist thighs and he fought the need to cry
out at the eroticism of the moment.
Gathering the
moisture at the tip of his blood-filled organ he spread it over his aching
member. His strokes increased with the added lubrication while his heartbeat
and breathing increased with each stroke. His other hand took one of his balls
and squeezed it gently, the sensation bordering on pain. His breath caught at
the intensity...Cassy added another finger
to her already full core and Jarrod watched her face reflect the satisfaction
she was experiencing. Her breathing was short and shallow as her fingers pounded
into her center. She suddenly stopped her motions and spread her knees even
farther apart, then slipped her hand back and fingered the tight hole
there. As he watched, Jarrod almost
exploded when she inserted a finger into her own hole while her other thumb and
forefinger played with the erect bundle of nerves above.
Jarrod’s
breathing was ragged and his chest rose and fell rapidly as his hand moved
faster and faster over his jutting manhood. His eyes were closed tightly as he
strove for completion, his mind still playing out the vision of Cassy...Her hands moved furiously now and Jarrod’s
erection throbbed unmercifully in the tight constraints of his pants as he
watched her. His legs wobbled and he
finally dropped to his knees before her as she moaned in pleasure. Removing the finger from her ass, she went
back to her wet tunnel and again inserted her fingers, still stroking her
blood-filled nub of desire with the other hand. Jarrod resisted the urge to
touch himself as he watched, wanting to savor every moment of her climax as she
ground herself onto her own fingers. Her cries grew louder and Jarrod knew she
was close when suddenly she pushed her fingers in as deeply as she could and
clamped down on the raw bundle of nerves. Her body arched into her hands and
she screamed with her release. Jarrod’s own body tensed at the sight and
without ever having touched himself he shot his seed into his pants in an
explosive culmination of desire.
Jarrod
strained in the chair as he pumped his shaft furiously with his own hand. The vision of Cassy still burning in his mind as he pounded into his
fist. His sack tightened and his hand squeezed his throbbing balls as
the tingling sensation built in his belly and worked its way to his groin. His strokes were hard and fast when suddenly
his entire body tensed and his back arched off the chair. His hand moved erratically over his painfully
hard erection as he felt his orgasm build to mind-shattering proportions. Fighting back a scream, he braced himself and
erupted in one long stream, followed by several smaller streams as he milked
his erection dry. Covered in his own ejaculate, he sighed Cassy’s
name and sank back into the chair as he continued to stroke his semi-erect
member until his touch became too much to bear. Completely relaxed, he found
himself dozing with thoughts of Cassy still fresh in
his mind.
*******************
Cassy had spent
the last four years touring Europe, glad she had saved as much as she had over
the years. It had allowed her a certain financial security as she traveled from
country to country. All the years of working and saving had paid off, for she
was seeing and doing more than she ever dreamed possible. Her money eventually began to run out and she
decided it was time to head back to the states while she still had money for
passage. That was six months ago and she
was still living in England but under much different circumstances than she
ever expected.
Upon
arriving in London six months earlier, Cassy realized
she didn’t have enough funds to book passage home. Devastated by the thought of not being able
to return to the states, she wandered aimlessly until she found herself in one
of the city parks. It was there that Gideon Garrett found her, alone and
crying. He lent an ear and with much cajoling
she finally related her life story to him. Having risen from poverty to the higher
echelons of London society, Garrett never forgot what is was like to be without
options. His advancing years had brought
a myriad of health problems and his doctor assured him his years on this world
were limited. Sympathetic to Cassy’s plight, and
drawn to her outgoing and honest personality, Gideon Garrett offered her a job
as his companion. Wary of his
intentions, Cassy hesitated, but Gideon assured her
he simply didn’t want to die alone. And
so a deal was struck. Cassy would be his companion
and he would make sure she never had to work again once her obligation to him
was finished.
Six months
into the deal, Cassy realized how fortunate she had
been to meet a man like Gideon and true to his word, he only wanted someone to
talk and spend time with. Her time in
Europe had taught her many things, but Gideon made sure she learned the finer
aspects of being a lady and they were frequently seen out and about at the many
societal functions. Cassy enjoyed being with Gideon
and he with her and over time, they developed a caring friendship towards one
another. Gideon Garrett was no fool
though. He knew that Cassy’s heart belonged to
another and he accepted it. He was content
in the knowledge that she would be devoted to him until his final days and he
vowed she would never regret their time together. Having worked his way up the ladder of
society, Gideon Garrett understood, more than most, that money was a great
forgiver of sins and Cassy O’Brien would have no sins
when her obligation to him was over.
Cassy had her own
suite in Gideon’s home, including a private bath with the biggest bathtub she
had ever seen. It wasn’t unusual to find
her there at days end and today was no exception. Between the size of the tub and the bubbles
that threatened to overflow, Cassy all but
disappeared in its depths. Leaning back
in the tub, Cassy sunk lower into the water and
closed her eyes. Immediately, images of Jarrod sprang to mind and she sighed
with desire. Four years had done nothing
towards lessening her desire for him, if anything it only made it worse. Not having him around only made her want him all
the more. Without conscious thought her
hand moved to the apex of her thighs and her mind drifted... She had arrived
at the appointed place much earlier than normal and not seeing Jarrod, had
decided to go for a stroll in the woods. At first she thought Jarrod was just
seeing to the call of nature, but as she snuck closer she realized what he was
doing and dropped down out of sight. Cassy watched as Jarrod stroked himself and kept low in the
bush she hid behind, her eyes never wandering from the sight before her. Jarrod
was leaning against a small tree, his hand moving up and down over his thick
shaft and his head thrown back in ecstasy.
He was completely unaware of anything but the task at hand and Cassy’s eyes widened with delight.
Cassy’s used two
fingers to captured that sensitive spot within her silky folds and began a slow
rhythmic movement as her mind formed more pictures...She could feel the
wetness build between her legs as Jarrod’s hand moved faster and faster and she
slipped her hand down her riding pants to get to the tiny bud that would give
her pleasure. A whispered moan escaped her lips and Jarrod’s hand stopped in midstroke as his head darted in all directions suddenly
worried he would be discovered in such a compromising state. Cassy gave a silent sigh of relief when his head dropped
and he began pumping into his hand once more. His hand moved faster, as if the
anxiety of being caught had heightened his already excited state. Cassy’s own hand moved in time to Jarrod’s and she could
hear his ragged breathing from her hiding place as he strove for completion.
Not quite to that point, Cassy was disappointed when
he suddenly let out a low groan and his seed shot forth onto the forest floor.
He leaned more heavily into the tree as he stroked himself dry and tried to
catch his breath. Suddenly, he looked around quickly then slipped himself back
into his pants and rebuttoned them. Cassy tried rubbing herself harder to bring on her own
pleasure, but the incentive was gone. Ready to sneak away, her head turned
sharply when she heard Jarrod’s desperate sigh, “Oh god, not again!”
Cassy’s hand slipped lower and she inserted a finger into her throbbing
core. Her other hand found a nipple
beneath all the bubbles and she twisted it between her fingers as her hand
eased in and out of her moist tunnel...From her position, Cassy could make out Jarrod’s bulging manhood and was
amazed at the hardness so soon after his release. Still breathing heavily from
the first time, Jarrod leaned forward into the tree and Cassy
watched as he suddenly pulled his hips back from the tree, the sensation
causing him to moan with pleasure. The moisture between her thighs flowed even
more as she watched him press his hips into the tree and push upward in an
attempt to increase the contact to his aching flesh. Protected by his pants,
Jarrod made slow upward thrusts against the tree, only his hips moving up and
down over the hard surface. At first his movements were slow and controlled as
he yearned for more pressure on his aching member, but soon his arms wrapped
around the tree as he strained for more friction on his throbbing manhood.
The water
around Cassy splashed all around her as she ground
herself onto her finger as it slid in and out of her heated depths. The hand that pinched her nipples, no longer
effective, dropped to her pleasure center and played with the nub with
increasingly faster motions as she tried to deepen the penetration of her own
finger...No longer getting the necessary satisfaction from humping the tree,
Jarrod turned around and removed his pulsing hardness from his pants, as he let
them fall to his ankles. Dropping to his knees, he squeezed his member until
the precum gathered at the tip and using his other hand, spread it up and down his shaft. Cassy bit back a
moan at the pleasure on Jarrod’s face as he worked the natural lubrication up
and down his blood-engorged thickness. Her own hand moved faster over her slit
as she watched his hand slide over his heated flesh with faster and harder
strokes. His moans grew louder as he tried desperately to end his painful
state. His large sac hung beneath his shaft and with his free hand he massaged
the aching orbs with his long fingers. Cassy felt the
beginnings of her own release and rubbed furiously on the bundle of nerves
between her legs as she whispered silently, “Cum for me, Jarrod. I need you to
cum for me.” As if he could hear her
silent pleas, Jarrod arched way back and cried out, “Ahhhhhhh!”
Cassy’s breath stopped as she caught sight of his
seed shooting skyward, and her body shivered with impending release. Jarrod
pumped his erection several more seconds, before collapsing in a heap at the
base of the tree.
Cassy suddenly
stiffened beneath the water as her whole body screamed with pleasure. She let
it course through her, only moving when the last of the tremors died down. Even then, an occasional pulse of pleasure
would make her gasp and it took several minutes for her breathing to return to
normal. Sighing with satisfaction, she
closed her eyes and smiled as she thought of Jarrod. In moments such as these, she was glad for
all the times she’d had with him. Only
the memories kept her going from day to day, and the hope that maybe someday
they might cross paths once again.
STORY 10: JARROD AND CASSY
10 Years
later
At
forty-two years of age, Jarrod Barkley was considered the most eligible
bachelor in both Stockton and San Francisco.
Over the years he had been seen with a variety of young ladies but none
could sway his bachelor ways, and not for lack of trying. His good looks and charming ways had only
improved with age and any woman would have considered themselves fortunate to
land such a man. Unfortunately for the woman of San Francisco, Jarrod Barkley,
Attorney-at-Law, was not interested.
He attended
the various social functions when necessary and tonight’s attendance to a charity
ball was one of those occasions where his presence was expected. His date for the evening was Miss Mary
Kincaid, a pleasant woman in her mid-thirties whom he’d met at a similar
function several weeks ago. When they
entered the ballroom, Jarrod noticed Mary’s haughty expression towards her
fellow socialites and he immediately regretted his decision in bringing
her. Already he was trying to think of
excuses for leaving early or at the very least removing himself from her
presence. A small sigh of resignation
escaped his lips at the long night ahead.
“Are you
alright, dear?” asked Mary sweetly.
Jarrod
cringed at the endearment and answered politely, “I’m fine, but I’ve been
fighting a headache all day and I suppose it got the best of me there for a
moment.” It wasn’t entirely untrue. He
was certain he would have a headache by the end of the evening.
Mary
frowned for the briefest moment, but hid it behind a veil of concern, “Well I
hope it doesn’t spoil your evening. I’ve so been looking forward to seeing
you.” She batted her eyebrows at him and tilted her head daintily.
Nauseated
by her girlish behavior, he remained a gentleman. “I’m sure I’ll be fine.” From
that point on he did his best to remain cordial and Mary was none the wiser.
The evening lingered on and he excused himself several times to talk with
friends and old acquaintances, leaving Mary to her gaggle of friends. At his
age, it was getting harder and harder to find someone single he could relate to
on a mature level.
Jarrod
stood talking to Judge Prine, when Mary approached
him from behind and slipped her arm into his as she spoke enthusiastically,
“Jarrod dear, I’ve brought someone over for you to meet.” Turning, Jarrod glanced at the gorgeous woman
before him. Dressed in a deep green gown that left nothing to
the imagination, his eyes lingered for a fraction of a second on her luscious
curves. Curls dangled on her shoulders where they escaped the loose bun
of red hair and when he looked up, meeting her emerald green eyes, his face lost
all color and his heart beat loudly in his chest.
Oblivious
to his state of anxiety, Mary made introductions. “Jarrod, this is Mrs.
Cassandra Garrett. She has just recently arrived from England and she needs someone
to handle her affairs. I told her you were a lawyer and might be able to
help.”
Jarrod
stood transfixed and only when Mary nudged him did he realize he was staring.
Recovering quickly, he couldn’t stop the slight tremor in his hand as he took
Mrs. Garrett’s in his own. Pulling it to his lips he struggled to release it in
a timely manner. “It is a pleasure to meet you... Mrs. Garrett.” His voice sounded strained to his ears, but
Mary covered any lapse with her excited chatter.
“Cassandra,
this is Jarrod Barkley. He is the
attorney I was telling you about.”
Tilting her
head, with a small smile on her face, Cassandra Garrett responded properly,
“Mr. Barkley, it is nice to make your acquaintance. I’m sure you didn’t come
here to discuss business. Perhaps I can stop by your office one day and we can
discuss my affairs then.”
Jarrod
needed air, and he needed it now. His heart was racing and he feared if he
didn’t leave now he would pass out and make a spectacle of himself. Mrs.
Garrett was the first to notice his distress and asked worriedly, “Mr. Barkley
you look pale. Are you alright?”
Stuttering
his reply he made his excuse to leave, “I’m sorry, but I haven’t been feeling
well this evening. If you’ll excuse me I think some fresh air is in
order.” Jarrod patted Mary’s hand as she
held his arm and addressed Mrs. Garrett, “Ma’am.” Formalities done with, Jarrod found the
nearest exit and made his way around the porch until he found a darkened area
where he could calm his shattered nerves. Leaning against one of the tall porch
pillars, he placed his trembling hands on shaky knees as he sucked in air. It
was several moments before he felt stable enough to stand up straight. Even
then, he sagged heavily against the pillar at his back and he tried to calm himself.
Meeting her unexpectedly like that had shaken him to the core and he never
heard her approach in the darkness. Only when he heard her voice did he lift
his head.
“Jarrod?” Her
voice was hushed and full of concern.
Opening his eyes, she stood before him and he silently reached out his
arm, beckoning her closer. Their eyes met in the dim light and she melted into
his embrace with sigh of relief. Jarrod leaned his head back as she buried her
head against his shoulder and his body shuddered involuntarily as he savored
the feel of her against him. His arms
wrapped around her frame and pulled her closer as he whispered softly into her
ear, “Cassy.”
Holding Cassy in his arms seemed like the most natural thing in the
world to Jarrod and it wasn’t until he heard her sob that he realized she was
crying and that his own cheeks were damp. Burying his head in her hair he
muttered tenderly, “Shhh, my lovely Cassy.”
The moment
was shattered by a loud, “Jarrod? Are you out here?” hollered Mary.
“Christ!”
uttered Jarrod disgustedly. Cassy pulled back and the
two of them stood in silence, waiting for the other to say something. Finally,
Jarrod cupped her cheek and asked hesitantly, “Can I see you tomorrow?”
Cassy closed her
eyes and leaned into his hand as she nodded. With unchecked tenderness, Jarrod
caressed her face with his thumb and asked hopefully, “Breakfast? Where are you
staying?”
Disappointed
over the thought of having to leave him, Cassy
sighed, “The Palace.”
Leaning
forward, he placed a light kiss on her soft lips and whispered, “I’ll pick you
up at eight. Will you be able to see me then?”
Cassy gave him a
light kiss of her own and said with of smile, “Of course, Counselor. I wouldn’t
miss it for anything.” Jarrod pulled her back into his embrace and his body
shivered at the contact. Only when Mary’s voice broke the silence did he let
her go, sadness descending upon him as Cassy walked
away to blend with the night.
“Jarrod, is
that you? Are you okay?” said Mary. Her concern sounded contrived and Jarrod steeled
himself for the encounter. Wiping his face and taking a deep, his thoughts were
only of Cassy and getting home.
Stepping
around the pillar, he walked towards Mary and turned up the charm, “Mary. I’m
sorry I left you so long. I guess the day finally caught up with me. You won’t
mind if I take you home early, do you?”
He saw her
pout, but her manners wouldn’t allow her to show her disappointment, “Not at
all, if you are feeling poorly. You do look a little flushed.”
“I’m sorry
for spoiling your evening.”
Mary
gushed, “Oh, it was such a delightful evening. I had a wonderful time with you.
I’ll let you make it up to me.”
Jarrod
thought to himself, ‘Not likely!’ Instead he responded politely, “I’m sure
we’ll cross paths again.”
“I’ll look
forward to it.” Mary took his offered arm and he was glad when they finally
made all the necessary goodbyes and they were on their way to dropping her off.
Glad to be rid of her incessant chatter he made his way home and spent several
hours anxiously thinking about what the morning would bring. In the wee hours,
just before dawn, he finally dosed off.
******************
Jarrod sat
with Cassy in the Palace restaurant and as hard as he
tried, he couldn’t stop his hands from shaking. His whole body felt tense in
her presence and he did his best not to let it show. “So you’re married?” he
finally asked.
Cassy smiled,
“Widow.” She saw his small sigh of relief and reached out to place her hand on
his. Jarrod flinched at her touch but returned her smile as she related her story.
“I married Gideon five years ago. It’s not what you think Jarrod. When I first
met him, he went out of his way to help me. I was in a bit of a bind and he
offered me a deal I couldn’t refuse. You
see, we both knew he was dying and I agreed to be there to take care of him. I
guess that over time we became friends.” Cassy
saddened at the memory and Jarrod squeezed her hand as comfort. She looked at
him and tried to smile as she continued, “He had a big heart and marrying me
was his way of making sure I would be taken care of when he died. He was always a gentleman and in his own way
I guess he turned me into what I am today.” Cassy
laughed, “He told me once that money was a great forgiver of sins and I never
understood what he meant. At least not until I returned to
San Francisco. He was right though.”
Jarrod
looked at her quizzedly, “What do you mean?”
“No one
cares that I used to be a whore, as long as they think they can benefit from my
money.” Taking Jarrod’s hand in her own she looked him in the eye and spoke
with her heart, “Gideon knew about you and how I felt, but he never once held
it against me. I didn’t realize it at the time, but the reason he married me
was so that I would never have to worry about money. I knew that Gideon was
well off, but until he died and I had to take over his affairs, I never
understood how wealthy he was. When I came to the states a few months ago, I
began to see what Gideon meant about the money. People don’t care about me or
my past. All they care about is the money.”
Jarrod held
her hand and he was unable to hid the hurt in his
voice as he asked, “Why didn’t you come see me when you got back?”
Tears
formed in her eyes and she ducked her head, embarrassed, “I was afraid you had
found someone else. I’ve been gone a long time Jarrod. How could I expect you
to still be pining away for me. It was easier not
knowing, then facing a truth I couldn’t accept.” Cassy then asked
the one question she wasn’t sure she wanted to know the answer to, “So are you
married?”
Jarrod’s
face saddened at a long ago memory, “I was, several years ago. She was killed.”
Concerned
for him, Cassy spoke with sincerity, “Oh Jarrod, I’m
so sorry.”
He patted
her hand and reassured her, “It was a long time ago. We’d only been married a week
when a man out for vengence got her instead of
me. I never remarried. I shouldn’t have
married Beth in the first place.” He said no more and Cassy
could see there was more to the story than he was willing to share at this
point in time. Not that she could blame him. A lot had taken place in both of
their lives in the past ten years and god willing, they would have plenty of
talk about it, but their meeting was still too new to delve too deep into the
past.
Jarrod’s
face brightened and he stood to help her up, “What do you say we spent the day
seeing the city?” He stopped, suddenly unsure of himself, “That is, if you’re
free.”
Cassy smiled, “I
am always free for you, Counselor.”
“Well, my
lovely Cassy. Since you are willing to be seen with
me, I plan on showing you off to the entire city.” Jarrod paid the bill and stopped when they
got outside. Turning to face her, Cassy was worried
by the sudden seriousness as he spoke, “I don’t know how to say this so I’m
just going to ask. Will you allow me the honor of courting you?”
Cassy’s hand flew
to her mouth as she tried to stop the small gasp of surprise. Tears threatened
to fall as she answered excitedly, “Oh my!”
Jarrod
raised his eyebrow and asked, “Is that a yes?”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as Cassy nodded
her head. Holding out his arm, Jarrod’s
hand clasped hers when she draped her arm in his and he said huskily, “I can’t
tell you how much I’ve missed you Cassy.”
Cassy’s own voice
dropped in response, “I know Jarrod, believe me I
know.” They walked for several miles that morning talking and enjoying each
other’s company after their long separation. By nightfall, it was hard for
either of them to remember ever being apart.
Sitting on
one of the benches at the Woodland Gardens, Jarrod could no longer resist the
draw of her sweet lips and found himself leaning in
for a kiss. Cassy
sighed with pleasure and returned it with equal fervor. He pulled back and was
startled by the unbridled passion in Cassy’s face and
he felt the all to familiar stirring in his groin. He
had fought his arousal all day and he knew in that moment he’d lost the battle
and was suddenly very grateful for the privacy of the gardens. There was no hiding his bulging erection and
he moaned, “Oh god Cassy, I want to do this right...”
Cassy was flush
with desire, her own voice was husky as she answered, “I want you so bad
Jarrod. I don’t think I can wait for you to do it right.” Jarrod grabbed her and pulled her into his
lap as his lips found hers in a slow, lingering kiss. His tongue darted in and
out of her mouth while hers battled to gain entrance to his mouth. Only the
need for air drew them apart. Jarrod panted in her ear as she rubbed against
his pulsing member, “I’m not gonna last if you keep that up. I’m too close as
it is.”
He pulled
her close for another searing kiss and his hand found her aching nipple. He
flicked at it in earnest and felt the blood rush to his groin as she hissed,
“Oh Jarrod, I’m so wet. Pinch it, Honey. Make me cum!”
Their kiss
turned frenzied and Jarrod’s hand dropped to her mound. Even through her dress,
she felt the pressure on her throbbing bud and she arched into his hand. Her
breathing stopped and she pushed against his hand, forcing herself down onto
his aching hardness at the same time. Using his free hand, he gripped her
tightly and thrust upward sharply as she whimpered his name through clenched
teeth, “Jarroddddd!”
His balls tightened and he gasped for air as
his body shuddered with his explosive release. “Oh Christ!”
He thrust upward several times until completely spent, then sagged into the
bench with Cassy still shivering in his lap. His
breathing was still ragged as he apologized, “I’m sorry Cassy.
I couldn’t stop.”
Cassy’s hand
rested on his chest and she said in gasping breaths, “Don’t be sorry. I
wouldn’t have been able to stop it either. I’ve waited ten years for that.”
Lifting her head she gazed into his eyes and placed her hand on his face as she
spoke, “No one has ever made me feel like you do. I’ve missed you so much
Jarrod.” Her voice broke and tears streamed down her face as she tried to
finish, “I was afraid... you would hate me for leaving all those years ago.”
Looking at
her with understanding, he shook his head. “I could never hate you Cassy.” His voice quivered, and tears fell as he added
softly, “Please
let me love you.”
Cassy nodded
slightly and cried out quietly, “Oh Jarrod, I love you so much it hurts.”
Surprised by her admission, he wrapped his arms around her and tried to bury
himself next to her as he muttered, “I love you.”
They sat
for several moments savoring the feel of one another when Jarrod chuckled
playfully, “If you don’t get off my lap, we are never going to make it out of
here.”
Cassy laughed at
him, but conceded his point and stood up. She moved into his embrace when he
eased himself up and sighed softly, “I don’t want tonight to end.”
Smiling
back at her, Jarrod’s eyes shined as he responded, “We still have a few hours
before I have to take you home.” Cassy started to complain, but Jarrod insisted, “No arguing.
You have your reputation to consider.” Cassy looked at him sharply, then
suddenly dissolved into laughter at his choice of words.
Laughing
hard, she could barely speak, “Who would have ever thought I would have a
reputation to consider?” Jarrod joined
in her laughter and the two of them bantered back and forth over the rules of
their courtship most of the way to his townhouse. As they rode in the carriage
Jarrod rented, they
both grew quiet with anticipation as they neared his home. Jarrod squirmed a few times to ease the
discomfort of his burgeoning erection and Cassy’s knowing grin wasn’t helping matters. He had to fight off her roaming hands several
times, before they finally pulled up to his home. Paying the driver, he escorted Cassy up to the house and quickly shut the door behind
him. As soon as he entered, he picked up
a startled Cassy and carried her upstairs. He never
even noticed James, his house servant, discreetly back out of the main foyer
and retreat to his own quarters.
Crossing
into his room, he set Cassy down then removed his
jacket and tie. Standing there before her, he tenderly beckoned her closer,
“Come ‘ere.” She stepped closer, and
Jarrod reached up and removed the pins that held her hair up, letting it cascade
down as he ran his fingers through the soft curls. Cassy
closed her eyes as he planted light kisses along her jaw line and down her neck
to the hollows of her collarbone. A sigh of pleasure escaped her lips as he
nipped and teased his way back to her mouth. Clasping the back of her neck in a
firm grip, he pulled her to his mouth and ravished it with a long, passionate
kiss. Breathless, he finally released her mouth and worked his way to her ear,
then sucked the delicate flesh into his mouth as he began working the buttons
at the back of her dress.
His hands worked quickly and efficiently and soon
Cassie was standing in only a corset and stockings. Jarrod’s member twitched in
his pants and he sighed in disbelief, “God Cassy,
don’t you ever wear undergarments.”
“Not when I’m around you I don’t,” laughed Cassy. Unlacing and removing her corset, Jarrod’s hands
roamed her torso and he caressed each breast lightly, admiring her beautiful
mounds. Age had done nothing to diminish her luscious curves and he felt
himself harden painfully. Guiding her towards the bed, he pushed her back and
lay at her side. His hands continued the exploration of her creamy flesh and he
leaned over her, his tongue finding her taut nipple. Circling the rosy bud with
his tongue, Cassy arched her back as she tried to
increase the contact. Finding the other bud, he teased it and delighted in her
reaction as she writhed beneath him. His
arousal pressed against her thigh and he ached with the need to be inside her,
but he wanted tonight to be special so he lightened the pressure and continued
to taunt Cassy with his tongue. Taking a nipple in
his mouth, he nipped at it lightly and heard Cassy
moan with pleasure. Prolonging his pleasure was going to take concentrated
effort on his part and he tried to control his breathing, willing himself to
remain strong. His earlier performance had done nothing but
whet his desire, rather than diminish it. His arousal throbbed
unmercifully as his hand dropped to Cassy’s mound of
curls and she arched towards his hand. Her
skin took on a pinkish tone and it glistened lightly as he teased her nether
region. His mouth sucked on the taut bud of her breast as his long fingers
caressed the silky folds between her legs. Cassy
cried out, “Oh Jarrod I need you in me. Please!!”
Pulling away from her breast he lifted himself to
face her and spoke tenderly, “In time, baby. I just want to enjoy you.” His
finger touched her core and she rocked in his hand. As she tried to gasp,
Jarrod covered her mouth with his own and his tongue
thrust in and out as his finger plunged her depths. Cassy
lay panting, her eyes dark with desire as Jarrod worked his finger in and out
of her core with slow, agonizing strokes. He could feel her muscles quiver
around his finger and he whispered in her ear, “Let it go!” Dropping his head, he pulled a nipple into
his mouth and sucked it none to gently as his finger
penetrated her tunnel. Lifting her hips, Cassy felt
her muscles clench and she stiffened as wave after wave of pleasure washed over
her. Jarrod buried his head into her shoulder, and felt himself leaking as he
fought against following her release. Cassy strained
to catch her breath, and Jarrod moaned at the sight of her heaving mounds as
she sucked in air and he pressed his aching member against her as he tried to
compose himself.
Feeling the hardness against her thigh, Cassy rolled him to his back and began her own
explorations. Slowly unbuttoning his
shirt, she was careful not to touch his chest knowing it would make the contact
more pleasurable when she finally removed his shirt. Jarrod’s hands clenched at
the bed covers as she opened his shirt and ran a finger down his chest. His
body trembled uncontrollable as she laid her hand flat and began roaming his
chest and abdomen while her mouth engulfed his nipple and began sucking it with
abandon. Easing her hand lower, Jarrod gasped out loud when her hand slipped
into the waist band of his pants and found the tip of his manhood. “Don’t touch
me Cassy. Please baby! It’s too much right now.” His breathing was labored and his body shone
with the sweat of desire as he strained towards her hand despite his earlier
words. As her hand found his belt and began to release it, Jarrod’s breathing
became shallow and fast and he was afraid he would embarrass himself once more
if he let her continue. Removing her hand and sitting up quickly, he moved to
the edge of the bed and hunched over as he tried to calm his raging emotions.
His words were forced as he tried to breath, “God Cassy...I
need...a minute.” His heart was pounding and he knew he needed to calm down but
all he could think about was the tightness he would feel when he finally
entered her sweet core. His manhood
throbbed painfully and he felt his pants tighten even more. His body screamed
for release and he rose from the bed as he hastily removed his pants. Even his
own touch was causing him to shudder and he looked at Cassy
with desperation in his eyes.
Seeing the need in his tense frame, Cassy felt the wetness gather at her center and she
beckoned him to her, “Don’t fight it Jarrod.”
Jarrod was shaking with desire and he looked down
at his pulsing, hot flesh. The blood turning it purple as it ached for some
release. He was painfully hard and when Cassy moved on the bed and lifted her knees exposing her silky
womanhood, Jarrod rushed to lay atop her. His shaft
rubbed against her opening and Cassy looked up at him
as he closed his eyes to the overwhelming sensation. “I need you in me. Please
Jarrod!” she told him desperately. Her own desire was heightened as she watched
him struggle to maintain control.
He moved until the tip of his heated flesh rested
against her womanhood and his arms trembled as he fought for control. In one
swift motion, he buried himself within her and collapsed on top of her, Cassy groaned loudly, “Oh god, Jarrod. I’ve missed
you.” His thick, pulsing shaft filled
her completely and Cassy lifted her hips to deepen
the penetration. Jarrod seemed lost in his own world and Cassy
cried out desperately, “Move!! I need you to move!” Lifting himself to his elbows, he pulled out
of Cassy to where only the crown of his thick, hard
member, remained. He slammed himself forward, and grunted with the effort,
“UH!”
Pulling back, he thrust sharply, his motions frenzied
as he shook with uncontained desire. His eyes locked on to Cassy’s
and his voice was deep and hoarse, as he tried to speak with each push into
her. “Need!” His next thrust was harder and he cried
out, “You!”
Lifting her knees, Cassy
pulled her legs over his back and Jarrod felt himself slip deeper and all his
muscles suddenly clenched with impending release as his sac tightened and he
felt the roar of release at the base of his shaft. Bracing himself, he pounded
into her, feeling the barrier of her cervix as he slammed himself forward. His
breathing stopped and his muscles shook as his whole body spasmed
with his release. The pleasure was
excruciating and Jarrod fought to remain above her as his body tried to remove
itself from the experience. It seemed to go on forever and he felt Cassy’s muscles clench around his still hard shaft as she
screamed through the powerful orgasm coursing through her. Powerless in the
throes of his own incredible climax, his mind screamed for some relief from the
exquisite pleasure, and he couldn’t stop himself from pounding into her, his
body demanding that every drop be released. He needed air badly but his muscles
refused to loosen their grip on him and he could see the darkness encroaching
as he continued to strain against Cassy’s writhing
form. Suddenly everything happened at once. His body relaxed, his lungs sucked
in air in one huge gasping breath, and Jarrod collapsed in a heap atop Cassy. His weight was heavy, but comforting and Cassy tried to calm him as he gasped for air, her own
breathing starting to even out, “Shhhh, honey.” His body shivered and his hips pushed into
her, shoving his still hard member against her sensitive nub, causing her to
gasp.
He tried to stop his motions hoping to give Cassy some relief but he had no control over his lower
body. His groin was still painfully hard
and he was embarrassed by his lack of control. Lifting on to his elbows, his
face was red as he muttered shyly, “Oh god Cassy, I’m
sorry.”
He tried to
pull out of her, but Cassy wrapped her arms around
him and whispered, “Roll us over.”
Once she was on top, she sat up and Jarrod was
pushed into the hilt. He gasped and thrust upward, trying to bury himself
deeper. His eyes opened and he looked at Cassy,
mortified. “I can’t stop. I’m sorry. I need you again.”
Leaning down she took his face in her hand and said
gently, “Me too.” Lifting up, she slowly eased herself onto his thick shaft
again and again as she sighed, “Feel how wet you make me.”
He lifted his head and stuffed a pillow behind him
so he could watch as she rocked up and down on his member. It was covered in
her wetness as well as his own and the sight of it
going in and out of her tight core, made him groan in ecstasy. “Oh Cassy!! Harder, baby!”
Grabbing her hips, he helped guide her up and down,
faster and faster. His hips rose off the bed with each thrust as he strained
upward, seeking to penetrate her more deeply. Stopping for a moment, he sat up
and shifted himself so he was sitting on his knees, giving Cassy
more leverage. Wrapping her arms around
his shoulders she lifted her self up, then dropped
back onto his aching member. Jarrod’s gasped as he plunged into her depths, and
felt her tight nipples caress his chest. Easing his hands between their bodies
he squeezed her firm mounds and was rewarded when Cassy
slid faster on his hardened flesh. Grasping her tight peaks, he pinched them
between his fingers. Cassy arched her back and ground
herself onto him, making him moan and thrust upward. Arching back, he grabbed her
waist and began thrusting into her wildly, his breathing fast and hard.
“Need...you...to...cum...baby! Pleasseeeee!”
Cassy slipped her arm off his shoulder and slid it down
her stomach to her throbbing nub and worked her fingers around the sensitive flesh
as Jarrod pounded into her harder and harder.
Leaning forward, he pulled one of her taut, rosy tips into his mouth and
tugged on it gently as he nipped it with his teeth. Cassy’s
breaths were quick and shallow and Jarrod wrapped his arms around her waist as
he lifted himself up and pushed her down sharply onto his overheated flesh. His
voice pleaded through ragged breaths, “Cum...for...me!”
Cassy’s muscles spasmed around
his thick shaft and he tried to stop as her inner core gripped him tightly. Her
body convulsed in his embrace as she cried out, “Oh god, oh god..... Oh God!!!!!” Cassy’s moans send him over the edge and he impaled her on
his straining shaft again and again as his seed shot forth into her quivering
warmth. The sweat of their bodies mingled as they collapsed to the bed, and
neither one had the strength to move. Jarrod lay facing her and he found his
breath to utter softly, “I love you Cassy.”
Cassy burrowed closer and relaxed in his arms, her own
declaration of love whispered just as she drifted into sleep.
*************
Several times that night, they woke and made love. His earlier promise to get her home in a timely manner, forgotten
in the throes of passion. Both of
them realized, with the dawning light, that they were bound together forever.
Whether they were thousands of miles apart or wrapped in a tight embrace, they
would forever be as one. Jarrod lay
spooned behind her and he whispered lightly in her ear. “Will you marry me now,
Cassy? Will you be mine
forever?”
Wrapping her arms around the ones that held her
tight, she sighed happily, “Yes. I don’t ever want to wake again without you
there beside me.”
Jarrod smiled, “I wanted to court you properly.”
Cassy turned her head and looked back at him in
astonishment, “You have been courting me for 25 years, I
think it’s high time you married me.”
Jarrod pulled her close and laughed, “Point taken.
How does today sound?”
Melting into his embrace Cassy
sighed, “Sounds perfect.”
THE END