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Penelope Wilson
Cassie's Crush
Cassie's Crush
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Cassie was weary at the thought of her mother getting remarried, and how to deal with the new ‘man of the house’ that would be moving into their small apartment. But her future stepfather Jacob turned out to be a sweet, sexy, studly guy… And it wasn’t long before Cassie began plotting to steal him for herself!
Warning: This 4,700-word story contains graphic descriptions of sexual relations between consenting adults. It is intended for mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
It was a Saturday evening, and Jacob had just gotten back home from the airport. He had changed into his nightclothes, a white t-shirt and pair of loose pajama bottoms, and was laying in bed reading a book when I put my plan into motion. The door to the bedroom was open, and I leaned against the doorway, craning my head inside the bedroom. Jacob looked up at me from his book, which was lit with the soft glow from a bedside lamp.
“Hey!” he said, surprised. “What’s going on, Cassie?”
I leaned up against the doorway, and ran one bare foot along the back of my thigh, sliding it against the flesh, and slowly shook my head back and forth. “Nothing much,” I said shyly, letting my auburn locks of hair fall in front of my face. “I was just wanting to talk.”
His expression closed up slightly. “I know that you’re not thrilled with the idea… But it’s what we both want, and I’m afraid you’re just going to have to understand that. You and her are both grown women, and I hope you can be mature and understanding about this.”
I nodded, and stepped forward into the bedroom. Jacob’s eyes widened as he saw that I was wearing a pink lace teddy. The gauzy material barely covered my nipples, which were stiffened in the cool air. I fondled the white lace trim in my fingertips as I sat down on the bed next to him, and smoothed the bedcovers with one hand. Jacob remained seated, but shifted slightly in a way that I easily recognized: He had suffered a sudden massive hard-on, and was desperate to cover it up.
“I’ll be okay with you two getting married… If you can prove to me that you’re going to love her no matter what.”
“How do you suggest I do that?” Jacob said. He was playing it cool, but I could tell he was also intrigued. He lay the book that he was reading to one side, and fixed me with his stare. I felt my pulse begin to quicken, and my heart hammered in my chest.
“I think you know what I mean,” I said. I reached out to grip his wrist, intending to press it to my chest. But he surprised me by quickly reaching out to me, and wrapping his fingers around my own slender wrist. My eyes widened in shock as he pulled my hand forward and down, until it was resting on the warm bulge in the front of his pajamas.
It was warm and solid in my hands, and I instinctively gripped it through the silk, feeling its thickness. “Is this what you want, Cassie?” he said, keeping his hand on mine. “Is this what you mean…?”
Warning: This 4,700-word story contains graphic descriptions of sexual relations between consenting adults. It is intended for mature audiences only.
Excerpt:
It was a Saturday evening, and Jacob had just gotten back home from the airport. He had changed into his nightclothes, a white t-shirt and pair of loose pajama bottoms, and was laying in bed reading a book when I put my plan into motion. The door to the bedroom was open, and I leaned against the doorway, craning my head inside the bedroom. Jacob looked up at me from his book, which was lit with the soft glow from a bedside lamp.
“Hey!” he said, surprised. “What’s going on, Cassie?”
I leaned up against the doorway, and ran one bare foot along the back of my thigh, sliding it against the flesh, and slowly shook my head back and forth. “Nothing much,” I said shyly, letting my auburn locks of hair fall in front of my face. “I was just wanting to talk.”
His expression closed up slightly. “I know that you’re not thrilled with the idea… But it’s what we both want, and I’m afraid you’re just going to have to understand that. You and her are both grown women, and I hope you can be mature and understanding about this.”
I nodded, and stepped forward into the bedroom. Jacob’s eyes widened as he saw that I was wearing a pink lace teddy. The gauzy material barely covered my nipples, which were stiffened in the cool air. I fondled the white lace trim in my fingertips as I sat down on the bed next to him, and smoothed the bedcovers with one hand. Jacob remained seated, but shifted slightly in a way that I easily recognized: He had suffered a sudden massive hard-on, and was desperate to cover it up.
“I’ll be okay with you two getting married… If you can prove to me that you’re going to love her no matter what.”
“How do you suggest I do that?” Jacob said. He was playing it cool, but I could tell he was also intrigued. He lay the book that he was reading to one side, and fixed me with his stare. I felt my pulse begin to quicken, and my heart hammered in my chest.
“I think you know what I mean,” I said. I reached out to grip his wrist, intending to press it to my chest. But he surprised me by quickly reaching out to me, and wrapping his fingers around my own slender wrist. My eyes widened in shock as he pulled my hand forward and down, until it was resting on the warm bulge in the front of his pajamas.
It was warm and solid in my hands, and I instinctively gripped it through the silk, feeling its thickness. “Is this what you want, Cassie?” he said, keeping his hand on mine. “Is this what you mean…?”
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