After the 50s movie night in the park, Cassie and Sam stopped to chat on the front porch before heading into Grey House. Still costumed in their 50s attire, they playfully pretended to be teenagers who agreed to go steady.
Sam put his arm around her and started walking her to the door, but she stopped him before he reached for the handle.
"Wait a second," she calmly said, turning to look at him. "We're officially going steady now. Don't you think we should celebrate that with more than just your arm around my shoulder?"
"Well, I didn't want to be too forward," Sam told her. "We've only been going steady for sixty seconds."
Cassie smiled. "Oh, well, then allow me to be the forward one," she flirtingly replied. She pressed her lips to his for a tender kiss, then pulled back and smiled at him for a moment before going in for a deeper kiss.
Sam pulled her closer as he returned the kiss, and she moaned softly as her body melted into his. Their kiss was deep and passionate, fueling the stirrings of arousal inside of both of them.
When their lips separated, Cassie noticed that her red lipstick had come off on him. "Oops," she said, smiling, and gently wiped it off with her thumb.
Sam took her hands into his and smiled at her. "I had a lot of fun tonight."
"Me, too." Cassie squeezed his hands. "What was your favorite part?"
"The dancing," he replied with a smile, and without hesitation. "It was different from our usual slow dances, and watching you have so much fun dancing around was pretty great."
Cassie smiled. "It was fun. And you had some pretty good moves, Travolta."
Sam chuckled. "Thanks. The whole night was a lot of fun." He put his hands on her waist. "Have I mentioned how amazing you look?"
Cassie pretended to ponder for a moment, and then nodded. "A few times, yes."
Sam glanced down at her bottom half. "Well, have I mentioned how difficult it's been looking at you in those pants all night?"
"Difficult because of how much you hate them?" Cassie playfully teased.
Sam smiled. "Not exactly. But it would be too forward of me to confirm what goes through my mind when I look at them."
Cassie ran her hand over his bicep peeking out from the sleeve of his white t-shirt. "Probably the same thing going through my mind looking at these muscular arms."
Sam smiled and raised an eyebrow. "Do tell."
Cassie smiled as she squeezed his arm, and then shook her head. "Oh, no, I shouldn't… I think I've been forward enough already tonight."
"Well, that's okay," he told her. "You're the naughty Sandy, so a little forwardness is expected."
Cassie's head leaned back as she let out a laugh, and then she smiled at him. "Oh, she's naughty, huh? I thought she was just rebellious."
Sam leaned in closer and kissed her before whispering against her lips, "I like to think of her – and you – as a little naughty."
Cassie smiled. "Okay, well, the naughty Sandy has a little suggestion."
"I'm listening," he prompted her.
"Since we've been going steady for a solid three minutes now, I think it's time we take things to another level." Cassie cocked her head to the side and sweetly added, "Unless you think that's moving too fast."
Sam smirked and shook his head. "No, I think three minutes is the perfect amount of time."
With that, Cassie and Sam headed into the house and up the front staircase to their bedroom. Sam shut and locked the door behind them, and then turned to look at Cassie.
Sam eyed her from top to bottom, shaking his head in disbelief. "My God, you are something else. How did I get so lucky?"
"We're both lucky," Cassie corrected him, and then beckoned him toward her with her finger. "And now, we're both about to get lucky."
Sam smiled and raised a surprised eyebrow as he walked toward her. "You really are the naughty Sandy, huh?"
"Mmhmm," Cassie replied with a smile and a nod. "Do you like it?"
"I do, very much." Sam placed his hands at her waist and slid them down the smooth leather pants, then back up again. "These are so sexy on you," he said as he caressed her legs and her ass. "I can't get over it."
Cassie moaned her approval at his hands on her body. "I'm glad you like them."
"You should wear them more often."
"Maybe I will. They go well with your varsity jacket." Cassie glanced down at it, and then back at him. "Speaking of which, am I allowed to take it off now?"
Sam smiled and brushed his fingers gently down the side of her face. "Yeah, as long as you promise to wear it in public so everyone knows you're my girl."
Cassie grinned at him. "I will," she replied. She took off his jacket, and then her own leather jacket underneath, tossing them both toward the trunk at the foot of the bed.
Sam leaned in to kiss her before moving his lips down to her neck. Cassie tilted her head to the side as he began lightly sucking on her skin. A soft moan escaped her throat as she exhaled a shallow breath, and she murmured, "Oh, Sam."
Sam kissed and sucked on her neck for a bit, and then lifted his head to look at her. "I hope you don't get in trouble for having a hickey," he said with a playfully apologetic look.
"It's okay, I'll throw on a scarf," Cassie replied with a smile. "No one will know our secret."
Sam smiled. "Good plan."
As his hands unbuttoned and unzipped her pants, Cassie began trembling in anticipation. She loved the way her body reacted to him, how easily he could arouse excitement and desire in her. The sensations rushing through her already felt amazing.
Sam pulled her pants and her thong down her legs. She stepped out of her shoes, and then held onto his arms as he helped her step out of the pants. Once they were off, he started undoing his own pants, and piece by piece, all articles of clothing came off until they were both naked.
Cassie ran her hands over his arms and chest, and then grabbed his neck and pulled him into a kiss. Sam hooked one arm around her waist and placed his other hand under her thigh to lift her up. She wrapped her legs around him for support and they kissed as he carried her over to the bed.
As they lay together in a blissful glow afterwards, Sam's arms were wrapped around her as she cuddled up against him. The bedsheet was pulled up over them, and Cassie was softly caressing his stomach beneath the fabric.
"That was the perfect ending to the day," Sam said contently before kissing the top of her head.
"Mmhmm," Cassie hummed in agreement. Her gaze drifted off for a moment, and then she looked at Sam. "Although, I sense the day's not quite over."
Sam narrowed his eyes. "No?"
"Not yet." Cassie glanced toward the clock and then back at Sam. "I'm going to freshen up and have some tea with George." She paused for a moment as her intuition kicked in, and then added, "And I have a feeling that someone else may join us."
Cassie could see the concerned look flash in his eyes as Sam asked, "Is everything okay?"
Cassie nodded and assured him, "Everything's fine."
"Okay. Before you go, I have one question for you."
"All right... I will try to have an answer," she replied with a smile.
Sam smiled and his fingers played with the back of her hair. "I was thinking about the song we danced to tonight," he said. "There's a line that says that she… naughty Sandy, rebellious Sandy, whatever you want to call her… needs a man that can keep her satisfied."
Cassie smirked. "And what exactly is your question?"
"Do I pass the test?" he asked with a hopeful smile.
A smile appeared on Cassie's lips, and she leaned closer to kiss him, deeply, passionately. She slowly pulled her lips from his and whispered, "You're the one that I want."