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.
*************************
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.
*********************
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.”
************
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.
****************
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