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Cassie McKay isn’t overly religious by any means. As a child, she attended church with her parents, sitting in the pews, fiddling with her hands because she had nothing else to do. But she never truly subscribed to the notion that there was some higher being watching over everyone.
As she got older, life only pushed her further from the idea. She’d gotten herself into situations where all she needed was someone— anyone— to pull her out of the mess she’d made, and that help never came. So she believed even less.
But surviving two overdoses has a way of making a person wonder. Maybe a god was looking down on her after all. Maybe something had decided she deserved another chance, and was trying to shove her back onto the right path, no matter how violently she resisted.
Cassie never figured out the answer, and eventually decided it didn’t matter.
Because if there had ever been even the slightest chance she’d make it to the pearly gates, it disappeared the moment she met her girlfriend’s daughter.
Cassie had met Eileen Shamsi while grocery shopping.
She’d turned down the cereal aisle and spotted a woman struggling to reach something from the top shelf, fingertips barely grazing a row of oat boxes. Cassie, deciding she should probably get at least one good deed in for the day, stepped in before even being asked.
Without a word, she walked up beside her, reached overhead with ease, and pulled down the boxes of oats the woman had been trying to grab. She handed them over with a simple smile.
“There you go.”
The woman accepted them gracefully, immediately thanking her far more than the situation probably required.
“My ex-husband used to do that for me,” she admitted with a sheepish laugh. “I still forget sometimes.”
Cassie snorted softly. “Yeah, same. Pretty sure divorce made me taller, though.”
That got a real laugh out of her.
The woman introduced herself as Eileen, warm-eyed and effortlessly beautiful. Cassie gave her own name in return and, before she could stop herself, added, “If you ever need somebody to grab stuff off shelves again, I’m your guy.”
Eileen smiled like she was being let in on a joke.
“Well, you better mean that.”
Then she pulled a receipt from her cart, scribbled down her phone number, and handed it over to Cassie like it was the most natural thing in the world.
Eileen called her a week later asking if she’d ever heard of some little coffee shop downtown. Cassie hadn’t, so Eileen invited her to go.
That had been almost three months ago.
Things were going about as well as any new relationship between two divorced middle-aged women could go. Cassie liked Eileen well enough, and Eileen genuinely seemed to enjoy having her around. They weren’t exactly compatible in the way movies tried to convince people soulmates were supposed to be. Still, at their age, compatibility started feeling less like a necessity and more like a luxury.
No room to be picky, as people liked to say.
Eileen was an attending surgeon with impossible hours and a schedule that looked designed specifically to destroy a person psychologically. Cassie, being an R2 at another hospital, understood that better than most. So she started showing up to Eileen’s house an hour before her shifts ended. She’d make dinner, run a bath for her, straighten up the place a little before she got home exhausted and half-dead on her feet.
It was the least she could do.
Eileen always looked so relieved walking through the door to a clean house and a hot meal waiting for her. The gratitude fed something in Cassie she hated acknowledging. Made her feel useful. Needed. Good, even.
So naturally the universe decided to ruin it.
Cassie was sprawled across Eileen’s couch one evening wearing nothing but a tank top and a pair of boxers, waiting for her girlfriend to get home from work, when the front door suddenly opened.
Cassie looked up instinctively, expecting Eileen.
Instead, a girl walked in.
Young woman, technically. Petite. Sharp-eyed. Pretty enough that Cassie noticed immediately and then immediately hated herself for noticing. Dark hair slightly messy from the wind outside, a backpack slung over one shoulder, expression already bordering on irritation before her eyes landed on Cassie.
Cassie moved fast, yanking the throw blanket off the couch and throwing it over her lap.
The girl froze.
“Oh,” she said after a long second. “Uhm… who the fuck are you?”
Victoria.
Had to be Victoria.
Eileen talked about her constantly. Twenty years old, already in med school, terrifyingly smart. Apparently she’d taught herself trigonometry and organic chemistry before she was ten, which Cassie still believed sounded fake.
But Eileen had neglected to mention one very important thing, namely that her daughter apparently had no idea Cassie existed.
Cassie cleared her throat awkwardly, clutching the blanket tighter around herself.
“I’m starting to think your mom forgot to have a conversation with you.”
“Who. Are. You?”
Cassie briefly considered standing up to introduce herself properly, but the fact she was wearing nothing except a tank top and boxers made that feel unnecessarily uncomfortable. So instead she stayed exactly where she was and offered the girl an awkward smile.
“I’m Cassie McKay,” she said carefully. “Your mother’s friend? Well, a little bit more than that.”
The girl blinked once. “You?”
The sheer offense packed into a single word almost impressed her. Cassie nodded cautiously. This was not exactly how she’d imagined meeting her girlfriend’s daughter going.
“You must be Victoria,” she tried. “Your mom talks about you a lot.”
“Yeah? Well, she’s never talked about you.” Victoria crossed her arms. “Are you sure you’re dating my mom, or did you break into her home?”
Cassie stared at her for a second before snorting despite herself. “No. That would be a crime.”
Victoria didn’t laugh.
Cassie did anyway because honestly what else was she supposed to do?
“Uhm… you don’t live here, do you?” Cassie added, already knowing the answer to her own question.
“God, no.” Victoria dropped her bag beside the armchair. “I’m here because I need my mom to finish paperwork for my new apartment. Can’t move in until she signs it.” She rolled her eyes. “She’s been dodging my calls. Guess I know why now.”
There was something about the way Victoria looked at her that made Cassie suddenly aware of every inch of exposed skin she had. Victoria had one facial expression spread across her face, and it was screaming judgment.
Like Victoria had already taken one glance at her and come to a deeply disappointing conclusion.
“Oh,” Cassie said weakly. “She should be home soon. Is there anything I can get you while you wait?”
Victoria looked around the living room slowly before looking back at her.
“Is there anything you can get me in my childhood home while I wait for my mother to arrive? Great first impression, Callie.”
“Cassie.”
“Whatever.”
Victoria dropped into the armchair opposite the couch, angling herself away from Cassie entirely and toward the bookshelf in the corner like even looking at her had become unbearable. Cassie sank further into the couch beneath the blanket and decided this was, without question, the worst interaction of her adult life.
At the time, she thought that was the end of it. An uncomfortable first meeting, nothing more.
She had no way of knowing Victoria Javadi would eventually write her ticket straight to hell.
Eileen had apologized the second she walked through the door.
First to Victoria for missing her calls, then to Cassie for apparently dropping her half-naked girlfriend into an ambush without warning either of them. She signed whatever paperwork Victoria shoved in front of her, endured about ten minutes of clipped responses and visible irritation, and then finally Victoria left with a sharp goodbye directed at absolutely nobody.
The house felt significantly quieter afterward; Eileen let out a long breath before sitting down beside Cassie on the couch.
“I was going to tell her,” she said immediately, rubbing at her forehead. “You have to understand, Victoria and me… our relationship is a little strained. If you couldn’t already tell.”
Cassie could tell.
But who was she to judge anybody’s family?
“It’s okay,” Cassie said. “I get it. It’s not like I’ve exactly told my kid about you either.”
That seemed to comfort Eileen a little.
“Victoria is…” Eileen sighed. “A lot. And she doesn’t really like me all that much, which honestly makes this worse.” She looked exhausted suddenly. “She definitely took her father’s side in the divorce. But if she needs money, or paperwork, or somebody to fix something…” Eileen gave a humorless smile. “I’m still the one she calls.”
Cassie didn’t really know what to say to that.
The one thing she prayed for— the only thing, really— was that things would always be okay between her and her son. She couldn’t imagine him looking at her the way Victoria looked at Eileen. Like love had long since rotted into obligation.
“Again, I’m sorry,” Eileen murmured. “It won’t happen again.” Then, after a pause: “Did she bother you?”
Cassie thought about Victoria standing in the living room glaring at her like she was something unpleasant stuck to the bottom of her shoe.
“No,” Cassie lied easily. “Not at all. She was kind.”
Eileen blinked.
“Really?”
“No.”
The second time Cassie saw Victoria, the circumstances were somehow even worse.
A few people from her work had decided to go out after shift, and Cassie—who didn’t drink—had agreed mostly to make sure nobody died trying to get home afterward. She sat at the edge of the booth nursing a glass of water while her coworkers steadily got louder around her.
A normal night out. That was what she’d expected.
What she had not expected was to look across the crowded bar and see Victoria Javadi.
Cassie recognized her immediately despite the low lighting. Victoria was near the dance floor with another girl, one Cassie assumed was a friend, though they were dancing close enough to blur the line a little.
Too close.
Cassie stared before she could stop herself.
Victoria was underage. She absolutely should not have been in this bar. Worse, she was dressed in a skirt so short Cassie thought one wrong movement might reveal everything, paired with a tiny top that showed off a strip of skin every time she moved beneath the flashing lights.
Cassie quickly looked back down at her water and took a long drink.
This was none of her business.
Except Eileen would lose her mind if she knew her twenty-year-old daughter was sneaking into bars dressed like this around strangers old enough to know better.
Cassie looked back over anyway.
Victoria laughed at something the other girl said before turning back toward her, moving in time with the music. The girl’s hands settled on Victoria’s waist, and Victoria pressed closer without hesitation.
Something unpleasant twisted in Cassie’s stomach: protectiveness, she told herself immediately.
That was all it was.
Victoria shouldn’t be here. She shouldn’t be grinding against some random girl in a crowded bar where half the people around her were probably ten years older and staring at her exactly the way Cassie was trying very hard not to.
Then Victoria rolled her hips again, closer this time, and Cassie had the sudden overwhelming urge to walk across the room and physically pull them apart.
For Eileen, she told herself.
Obviously.
Victoria must’ve noticed her staring because the next time Cassie glanced toward the dance floor, Victoria was already looking directly at her.
And smiling.
Not warmly, either. Something sharper than that. Amused. Like she’d caught Cassie doing something embarrassing.
Cassie held eye contact anyway, too stubborn to look away first.
Then Victoria turned toward the girl she’d been dancing with and kissed her.
Not a quick drunk kiss between friends. A deliberate one. Slow enough to make a point. Victoria’s hand slid up the girl’s neck as she leaned in, and even from across the bar Cassie could see the flash of tongue.
Cassie shifted hard in her seat and looked away immediately.
What the fuck was she doing?
Why was this affecting her at all?
Victoria was twenty. Attractive people kissed each other in bars every single day. This was normal. None of this had anything to do with Cassie. Still, against all better judgment, she looked back.
Victoria pulled away from the kiss with a thin line of spit briefly connecting them before it snapped apart. Then she looked straight at Cassie again.
And started walking toward her.
“Oh, no,” Cassie muttered under her breath.
She sat up straighter automatically, suddenly hyperaware of everything about herself. The fact she was dating Victoria’s mother. The fact she had been staring long enough to get caught doing it.
She needed to make this normal before Victoria reached the table.
Maybe this was normal for Victoria. Maybe she did this with everyone. Maybe she just enjoyed making people uncomfortable.
That had to be it.
It certainly couldn’t be the other thing. Cassie's brain kept trying to circle back to every time Victoria looked at her with those huge dark eyes and that irritating little smile.
Cassie hated herself a little.
She’d never claimed to be a particularly good person. God knew her track record disproved that years ago. But she’d at least believed she was decent.
Now she wasn’t so sure.
“Claire,” Victoria greeted as she reached the table. “Didn’t expect to see you here.”
Her eyes flicked around theatrically. “Oh my god, don’t tell me my mom’s hiding somewhere waiting to jump-scare me.”
“Cassie,” she corrected tightly.
Victoria knew her name. At this point, Cassie was fairly certain she deliberately got it wrong for entertainment purposes.
“...And no,” Cassie added. “It’s just a few coworkers and me.”
Victoria glanced at the drink in her hand. “Nursing water? What are you, Mormon?”
Cassie hid half her face behind the rim of the glass. “Nope. Just not a big drinker.”
Then, before she could stop herself, her eyes traveled over Victoria again.
Tiny skirt. Bare legs. Cropped top.
“What are you wearing?”
Victoria let out the loudest, most offended scoff imaginable.
“Wow. Sexualizing a completely normal outfit for no reason?” She shook her head dramatically.
“I’m not,” Cassie shot back immediately. “It was a question.”
“Your tone suggested otherwise.”
Victoria crossed her arms, though the smug little smile tugging at her mouth ruined the effect.
Then her eyes swept over Cassie in return.
“You clean up nice, I guess.”
Cassie looked down at herself instinctively. Black shirt, beige jeans, gold chain around her neck. Nothing special. Though admittedly it was an improvement from the first time Victoria had seen her half-naked on a couch.
“Thank you, Victoria,” Cassie said dryly. “Have you been drinking?”
“No,” Victoria replied instantly. “Of course not.” The fake innocence in her voice was almost impressive.
Cassie leaned forward slightly, lowering her voice. “You are underage.”
Victoria leaned in too, close enough for Cassie to smell her perfume beneath the alcohol and sweat of the club.
“I don’t care,” she said easily. “What are you gonna do? Call my mommy?”
“I could.”
“But you won’t.”
“And why’s that?”
Victoria’s gaze dropped briefly.
Then she smirked.
“Because you might have to explain that tent in your pants.”
Cassie paused. Her stomach dropped so fast it genuinely made her dizzy.
She looked down in horror and realized Victoria was right. Not fully hard, not noticeably enough for anyone else to care, but enough.
Enough because Victoria could tell.
“I—” Cassie sat back immediately, grabbing the edge of the table as it might stabilize her. “It’s not— that’s just— hormones or something. It has nothing to do with—”
“Save it,” Victoria interrupted.
There wasn’t even judgment in her voice, pity if anything.
“I don’t actually care,” she said with a shrug. “You wouldn’t be the first person to get like this around me, and you definitely won’t be the last.”
“I’m not!” Cassie said, horrified.
Victoria tilted her head, studying her for a long second.
Then she smiled. “You’re disgusting, Cassie.” She stepped backward toward the dance floor again. “I think I like you.”
And before Cassie could think of a single response, Victoria turned and disappeared back into the crowd.
Cassie didn’t know what had overcome her, thankful her coworkers were too busy drinking to notice the conversation that had just happened, and Cassie getting up and rushing to the bathroom.
Once she sat on the toilet, she pulled down her pants and saw the tent in her boxers. This wasn’t usual; she hasn’t gotten hard unprompted in a long time. Which only makes this worse: why is Victoria doing this to her?
Cassie could feel her dick throbbing in her boxers. She hasn’t gotten this worked up in years. A small stain of precum forms a wet spot on his boxers. She wanted so badly to ignore it. To walk back out there with the little dignity she still had left. But the throbbing had become so much worse; she was completely hard by now.
She decided to just give it the attention it needed and to never think about this again. She pulls her dick out of its confines, moaning slightly as the cold air hits its sensitive head. She starts to stroke her dick, the free hand going up to cover her mouth as she does it. Not wanting anyone to come in and hear what she's doing.
She can only be grateful no one can hear her thoughts or see what was happening inside her head. Victoria dancing with her friend appeared too many times for her liking.
She teased her tip some more. The precum started to run down her dick, slicking it up and making her stroke faster. She could feel her orgasm building, faster than usual. She kept stroking, going harder and faster, hand slick on her dick. With one last jerk, she was screaming into her hand and cumming into the other.
Afterwards Cassie felt like she could cry. She had no idea what prompted any of this, and if she did, she wouldn’t dare to say it. Nothing could make her feel sicker than she does right now. Cassie cleaned herself off and washed her hands.
By the time she came back out, she’d made herself look at least somewhat presentable again.
Ellis and Walsh were still at the table arguing loudly about something happening on night shift, both halfway drunk.
“I’m heading out,” Cassie told them, grabbing her keys. “You two need a ride later, call me before you attempt vehicular manslaughter.”
Walsh saluted her with a fry.
Cassie made it halfway across the parking lot before she spotted Victoria again.
She was leaning against the passenger window of some guy’s car, bent down slightly as she talked to him through the open window. The man behind the wheel looked barely sober enough to keep his eyes open, let alone drive another person anywhere.
And Victoria was drunk.
Cassie stopped dead.
Normally she tried not to judge. People did stupid things in their twenties. God knew she had. But all she could think about was Eileen finding out Cassie saw this happening and did nothing. Before she could second-guess herself, she was already walking over.
“Let’s go,” Cassie said firmly as she approached. “My car’s over there.”
Victoria didn’t even look at her at first. She just kept smiling at the driver, giggling at something that absolutely had not been funny.
Cassie’s jaw tightened irrationally. “Victoria.”
Victoria finally glanced over. “Do you need something?” she asked sweetly. “Money? Somebody to sign you into a mental institution?”
Cassie forced herself not to react.
“Come on,” she said through gritted teeth. “You’re drunk. Let me get you home safely.”
Victoria laughed softly. “If you’re my idea of safety, I might as well hitchhike.”
“Your mom would kill me if something happened to you.”
“Why?” Victoria shot back immediately. “She didn’t even want me to know about you. I’m sure you’d survive. Might even make your life easier.”
“Should I just go?” the guy interrupted awkwardly from the car.
Cassie had honestly forgotten he existed.
“Yes,” she answered immediately.
“No,” Victoria snapped at the same time. “My babysitter was just leaving.”
“Victoria…”
“You don’t know me,” she said sharply. “Stop trying to.”
Cassie knew she should back off. Victoria had made it abundantly clear she didn’t want help. But every instinct in Cassie screamed that letting her get in that car would be a mistake. So before she could think too hard about it, Cassie grabbed Victoria lightly by the arm and pulled her a few feet away from the vehicle.
“No,” she said. “Come on. I’m taking you home.”
Victoria stared at her like she’d lost her mind.
“You have serious issues,” she informed her. “Like… a lot of them.”
“That may be true,” Cassie muttered, “but I don’t need you ending up dead in a ditch somewhere.”
“Yeah?” Victoria crossed her arms. “And the better alternative is getting in your car so you can stare at my tits the whole ride home?”
Cassie physically recoiled.
“I wouldn’t— okay, if this is about earlier, I’m not a creep.” Her voice dropped lower. “You’re my girlfriend’s daughter. I do not see you like that.”
“Really?”
Victoria stepped a little closer, gesturing lazily down at herself.
“Nothing about this does anything for you?”
And because self-control clearly wasn’t an option anymore, Cassie looked.
Barely even a second, but she looked.
Hook, line, sinker.
Pathetic.
Victoria caught it immediately. “Hm,” she hummed. “God, you really are disgusting.”
Cassie finally dragged her eyes back to Victoria’s face, shame burning hot in her chest.
“Look,” she said tiredly. “I can drive you home.”
Victoria bit the inside of her cheek like she was debating whether tormenting Cassie further would be entertaining enough to justify the effort.
Then she sighed dramatically.
“Fine. Since you insist so much.”
“I do.”
“Then lead the way, babysitter.”
Cassie walked slightly behind her through the parking lot, giving directions whenever Victoria drifted too far to one side as she might suddenly bolt.
It did feel weirdly like babysitting.
As they approached the car, Cassie braced herself automatically.
Victoria stopped in front of it.
“This is your car?”
There it was.
Cassie unlocked it with a resigned sigh.
“Is this the safety machine that’s taking me home?”
Cassie climbed into the driver’s seat. “Buckle your seatbelt.”
Victoria shut the passenger door behind her and wrinkled her nose immediately.
“It smells like feet in here.”
Victoria drifted in and out of sleep for most of the drive after mumbling directions to her apartment. Cassie lowered the music and adjusted the AC when Victoria curled more tightly into herself against the passenger door. Sleeping, she looked younger somehow. Softer. None of the sharpness she carried around like she was protecting something.
It made Cassie deeply uncomfortable, because she was beautiful.
And Cassie still couldn’t understand why her brain kept circling back to that fact like it was something worth dwelling on.
Eileen was beautiful too, Age-appropriate.
Victoria was twenty.
Twenty and drunk and asleep in Cassie’s passenger seat while Cassie fought for her life against thoughts she shouldn’t be having in the first place.
Probably never even been touched, Cassie thought before immediately wanting to slam her own head into the steering wheel.
Jesus Christ.
She rolled down the window slightly and forced herself to focus on literally anything else.
At one point she passed a church and briefly entertained the idea of walking inside and asking somebody there if they could surgically remove whatever the hell was wrong with her brain.
Tell me I’m sick. Tell me this is disgusting. Tell me to stop fantasizing about my girlfriend’s daughter who is over twenty years younger than me.
Because it was disgusting.
Wasn’t it?
Cassie gripped the wheel tighter.
But then another thought crept in, quieter and 100% worse.
What harm did thoughts actually do?
If Eileen never knew and Victoria never knew, then who exactly was being hurt? Cassie wasn’t going to do anything. She wouldn’t touch her. Wouldn’t cross that line.
Thoughts were just thoughts.
Right?
By the time she pulled into the parking garage of Victoria’s absurdly expensive apartment building, Cassie felt exhausted from arguing with herself.
She parked and gently tapped Victoria’s shoulder.
“Wake up,” she murmured. “We’re here.”
Victoria groaned dramatically without opening her eyes.
“Don’t want to.”
“But we are literally here.”
“Too sleepy.”
Cassie sat there for a moment after turning the car off, debating her options.
Then she sighed.
“Fantastic.”
She got out, walked around to the passenger side, and carefully grabbed Victoria’s purse from the floorboard until she found her keys. Then, before she could think too hard about it, she slid one arm beneath Victoria’s knees and the other around her back and lifted her out of the seat.
Victoria made a sleepy noise but didn’t wake.
Cassie immediately regretted every decision she’d ever made in her life by the second flight of stairs.
By the third, her lungs were actively collapsing.
If Victoria woke up and realized Cassie was this out of breath from carrying her, Cassie would actually throw herself into traffic.
Eventually she made it to the apartment door, unlocked it, and stepped inside.
The place was almost empty, barely any furniture. Half-unpacked boxes stacked near the walls. No decorations. No signs anybody actually lived there yet.
Cassie carried Victoria over to the small sofa and set her down carefully.
The movement woke her up almost instantly; Victoria blinked slowly around the apartment before squinting at Cassie.
“Victoria,” Cassie said cautiously. “Is this your place?”
Victoria looked around blearily and nodded once.
“There’s nothing here.”
“I’m busy,” Victoria mumbled, already sinking sideways into the couch cushions again. “Sue me. Let me go back to sleep.”
“Are you going to be okay?”
Victoria made a vague noise into the couch cushion. “Mhmm. You can leave.”
Cassie glanced around the apartment again.
Empty kitchen. Bare walls. No roommate. No sign anybody else was coming.
“I don’t know if I should.”
Victoria cracked one eye open like the effort physically pained her.
“Okay, stay then,” she mumbled. “Doesn’t bother me either way.”
Cassie nodded before she could stop herself.
“Okay. I will.”
“Okay.” Cassie just stood there awkwardly in the middle of Victoria’s half-furnished apartment while Victoria drifted somewhere between awake and asleep on the couch.
This was insane. Every part of this was insane. She should leave. Immediately. Go home. Call Eileen and tell her her daughter got home safely. Forget this entire night happened.
Instead she stood there staring at Victoria curled up on the couch in that stupid tiny outfit while her brain slowly self-destructed.
Then Victoria shivered; Cassie moved toward her automatically.
“Do you need a blanket?” she asked quietly, “or should I take you to your bedroom?”
Victoria’s eyes stayed closed. “Either works.”
“Can you walk?”
“No.”
“You’re not even asleep anymore.”
Victoria immediately went completely limp again, committing fully to pretending she’d passed out. Cassie stared at her for a long moment before letting out an exhausted sigh loud enough to make sure Victoria heard exactly how annoyed she was.
She bent down and picked her up again; Victoria curled instinctively against her chest with another sleepy noise, and Cassie firmly ignored the way that affected her heartbeat.
“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath as she looked around for a hallway. “You’re unbelievably annoying.”
After finding Victoria’s bedroom, Cassie lowered her carefully onto the mattress and finally took a proper look around.
The room barely looked lived in at all.
“When did you move in?”
“A few days ago,” Victoria mumbled into the pillow.
Cassie frowned. “Do you need help unpacking?”
“It’ll get done.”
“Jesus,” Cassie muttered. “Why are you so stubborn? I’m offering to help.”
“Fine. You can help me.”
Cassie was relieved for a reason she couldn’t explain.
“You should probably get some sleep,” she said quietly. “I’ll go. If you need anything…”
She spotted a pen sticking halfway out of an open box and scribbled her phone number onto the back of a receipt before leaving it on the nightstand.
“You don’t have to do this, you know,” Victoria said suddenly as Cassie turned toward the door.
Cassie looked back.
“My mom doesn’t value my opinions,” Victoria continued, voice thick with exhaustion. “Even if I told her you were horrible, she’d still date you.” She shrugged one shoulder. “So you don’t need to cozy up to me.”
“I’m not cozying up to you,” Cassie said gently. “I just thought you needed help.”
Victoria looked away.
“Your mom won’t know any of this happened,” Cassie added after a pause. “I promise.”
“Like she’d even care.”
There was enough bitterness in that sentence to stop Cassie in place.
“Is that what this is?” she asked carefully. “You acting out so she notices?”
Victoria didn’t answer.
“Because there are better ways to deal with that than getting into strangers’ cars.”
Victoria gave her a tired look. “Cassie, you are a stranger.”
She knew her name.
“You know what I mean.” Cassie hesitated. “What was even your plan tonight? Sleep with that guy?”
Victoria stared at the ceiling. “No,” she said automatically. Then, quieter: “I mean… yes. That was the plan.”
Cassie immediately regretted asking.
“But I always chicken out anyway,” Victoria admitted. “I don’t think I can handle sex.”
Something twisted in Cassie’s chest, or pants she wasn’t sure.
Stop asking questions, she told herself immediately.
Let it go.
Instead she heard herself say:
“Oh. Why is that?”
Fuck.
Victoria shrugged weakly against the blankets. “I don’t know. Just…” She laughed once without humor. “Not desirable, I guess.”
Cassie blinked at her. The statement felt so fundamentally incorrect it almost irritated her.
“What about your friend?” she asked. “The one you were with at the bar?”
“Samira?” Victoria scoffed softly. “She’s my friend. That was nothing. Harmless.” Her expression turned strange, distant. “I mean, someone actually wanting me.”
“Someone will,” Cassie said immediately.
Victoria laughed again.
“Yeah. Maybe.” She picked at the blanket absently. “I don’t know. Being a virgin at this age just feels embarrassing.”
“It’s not embarrassing,” Cassie said. “You’re young.”
“Like I’ve ever felt young.” Victoria’s eyes drifted shut again. “Everything about me is older except my experiences.”
The room went quiet for a moment.
Then Victoria grimaced faintly. “…I don’t even know why I’m telling you all this.”
Cassie dragged a hand through her hair, exhausted in a way that had nothing to do with work or the late hour.
“Just get some sleep, okay?” she murmured. “And if you need anything…” Her eyes flicked toward the number on the nightstand.
“Goodnight, Victoria.”
She pulled the bedroom door shut slowly behind her; she leaned back against it in the dark hallway and closed her eyes.
This was becoming a situation she genuinely did not know how to escape, because Victoria saying she wasn’t desirable really did feel impossible to Cassie.
How could anyone look at someone like her and not want her?
Victoria called her the next day.
Cassie almost didn’t answer when she saw the unfamiliar number lighting up her screen, but she had a feeling she knew.
“Hello?”
“So,” Victoria said without greeting, voice rough with sleep. “I’ve decided I actually do want my apartment together.”
Cassie leaned back against the counter in the empty nurses’ station and pinched the bridge of her nose.
“That’s great.”
“You offered to help.”
Right.
Cassie shut her eyes briefly.
“I’m at work right now,” she said carefully. “And I already have plans tonight. I’m seeing a show after my shift.”
“With my mom?”
Cassie hesitated for half a second before deciding she had no reason to lie.
“Yes. With her.”
Victoria made a dramatic sound of disgust directly into the phone. “So boring. Helping me unbox things would be way more fun.”
“It really wouldn’t.”
“Mhm. Except you’d get to see me, and we both know you’d enjoy that.”
Cassie looked around the empty hallway instinctively even though nobody was nearby.
“You say things that aren’t true.”
“So I haven’t been on your mind since the bar?”
Cassie hated that she didn’t have a response for that. “I can come over after the show,” she offered instead. “It might be late, though. Or I can just help tomorrow. You pick.”
“No,” Victoria said immediately. “I want you to come today.”
Cassie swallowed.
“Victoria—”
“Don’t get distracted with my mom.”
The words made her feel more guilty. The thought of wrapping things up with the girlfriend quickly enough to make sure she can still go see her daughter.
“Okay,” Cassie heard herself say quietly. “Yeah. I will.”
There was a brief pause on the line before Victoria spoke again, lighter this time. “What are you wearing?”
Cassie blinked. “What?”
“You know. For the show.”
“I haven’t decided yet. Why?”
“Just picturing it.”
Cassie leaned her head back against the wall with a silent curse.
“Victoria.”
“What?” she asked innocently. “I’m curious.”
“You should probably keep some thoughts to yourself.”
“But then who would make you nervous?”
Cassie could practically hear the smile in her voice.
“Don’t change before you come here,” Victoria added casually.
Cassie nearly choked.
“That is not an appropriate thing to say to your mother’s girlfriend.”
Victoria laughed softly. “Like anything about this is appropriate.” A beat passed. “I’m just curious what you look like when you’re not dressed like somebody’s exhausted stepdad.”
Despite herself, Cassie laughed once under her breath.
“I do not.”
“...And don’t even get me started on that mop on your head.”
Cassie stared down at the floor tiles, pulse beating annoyingly fast.
“Fine,” she muttered. “I have to get back to work.”
“Sure,” Victoria said easily. “Don’t let me hold you.”
And then she hung up like it was nothing. Cassie stared at her phone for several long seconds afterward before muttering:
“Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Everything alright, McKay?”
Cassie looked up too fast.
Dana was standing a few feet away holding a chart, eyeing her with the kind of suspicion only Dana Evans could have.
Cassie immediately shoved her phone into her scrub pocket.
“Yeah,” she said quickly. “Perfect, actually. Going to see a show tonight.”
Dana’s expression softened instantly.
“Ohhh,” she dragged out knowingly. “The new girlfriend.”
Cassie groaned quietly.
“When are we all getting to meet her?”
Cassie shrugged, trying for casualness and missing it by a mile. “I don’t know. It’s all still pretty new.”
And it might already be doomed.
Because whatever was happening between her and Victoria wasn’t sustainable. Cassie knew that much. Every interaction felt like another thread snapping somewhere inside her self-control. Eventually there wouldn’t be enough left to hold everything together.
“Give it time,” Dana said, nudging her shoulder lightly. “You deserve this. All the happiness in the world, honestly.” She smiled warmly. “You’re a good person.”
Cassie nearly laughed.
If Dana knew the last several days of Cassie’s internal life consisted mostly of trying not to imagine Eileen’s daughter beneath her, she probably wouldn’t be saying that.
Good people don't look at twenty-year-olds and immediately have to jerk themselves in a dirty bar bathroom.
Cassie was a lot of things.
Reliable, cared about others (probaly more than she should)
But good?
Not when it came to Victoria.
Especially not when it came to Victoria.
***
“So what did you think?”
Eileen’s arm stayed looped through Cassie’s as they exited the theater with the rest of the crowd spilling out onto the sidewalk.
Cassie blinked like she’d only just remembered where she was. “Hm?”
“The show,” Eileen laughed. “You looked traumatized walking out.”
Cassie forced herself back into the moment.
“It was…” She shook her head. “Honestly, I don’t even have the words. That was something.”
“I know!” Eileen squeezed her arm excitedly. “It’s not every day you get to see a performance that good live.”
Cassie smiled at her and felt immediately guilty for it.
Because if she were being honest, she’d stopped paying attention nearly an hour into the show.
The second Victoria started texting her.
(Eileen had been completely absorbed in the performance, and with Cassie’s brightness turned almost all the way down, she hadn’t noticed a thing. Cassie slipped her phone from her pocket after feeling it buzz. Eileen’s eyes were laser-focused on the stage.
The first thing waiting for her was a photo.
Victoria sprawled across her couch wearing nothing but a bra and tiny shorts, mouth pulled into a dramatic pout. A dark bruise bloomed near the base of her neck.
Underneath it:
Things that could’ve been avoided if you came over after work.
Cassie’s breath caught.
Her eyes should’ve gone to the bruise; instead they fixed onto her breast. Victoria must’ve been cold or turned on. Cassie didn’t know, but her nipples were sitting hard.
She wanted her mouth on them.
Her jaw tightened hard enough it hurt.
She should leave her on read. That was the easy solution. Put the phone away. Eyes back on the stage. Pretend this wasn’t happening.
Then another message appeared.
It hurts. Badly. When you come over, you have to clean it for me, Dr. McKay.
Something low in Cassie’s stomach twisted violently. It was humiliating how fast her body reacted. Like she was some horny teenager incapable of basic self-control instead of a grown woman who should know better by now.
Cassie typed back before she could stop herself.
Busy. You know that.
The typing bubble appeared instantly.
Don’t care. I’m hurt, and it’s all your fault.
Cassie stared at the message in disbelief.
How exactly is this my fault?
No one told you to start without me.
Another text came through immediately.
I thought I was being a big girl. Am I not a big girl?
Cassie stopped breathing entirely for a second.
Victoria,
she typed carefully.
What is your problem?
The response took longer this time; when it did come, she wished it hadn’t.
You.
A few seconds later.
You being with my mom is the problem.
Cassie stared at the screen until the words blurred slightly.
After that, Victoria stopped texting.
But Cassie’s attention to the show had already been ruined long before the final act ended.
For the remainder of the performance, she sat beside Eileen, trying to understand what the hell had gone wrong inside her.
She’d met Victoria twice. The first meeting barely lasted an hour. The second had been what had awakened something inside of her. And now Cassie wanted her in ways that made her feel fundamentally rotten.)
“Should we grab something to eat?” Eileen offered as they stepped out onto the sidewalk.
Cassie opened her mouth to say yes automatically.
She wanted to say yes. Or at least she tried to convince herself she did.
Don’t get distracted with my mom.
Her voice replayed in her head so clearly it almost made her angry.
“I’m starving,” Cassie said instead, “but I should probably relieve the babysitter for Harrison.”
The lie came out disturbingly easy. Harrison was with Chad tonight. Now she was using her own son as cover for whatever the hell this was becoming.
Cassie rubbed at the back of her neck, unable to tell whether the heat crawling there came from the summer air or divine punishment.
“Oh.” Eileen smiled faintly. “That’s okay. We can always do dinner another time.”
“Of course we can.”
By the time they reached Eileen’s car, the night had settled quiet around them. Eileen leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to Cassie’s cheek.
“I needed tonight,” she admitted softly. “Victoria and I got into it again earlier.”
Cassie’s stomach tightened immediately.
“Oh. Why?”
Eileen sighed heavily, digging through her purse for her keys. “Because I keep trying to explain to her how important surgery is and she refuses to listen.”
Cassie frowned slightly. “She doesn’t want to do surgery?”
“God, no.” Eileen rolled her eyes. “She’s being stubborn. Wasting all that potential because she wants to chase other specialties instead.”
Cassie hesitated carefully. “But if surgery isn’t what she wants… isn’t choosing for herself more important?”
Eileen looked at her like she’d said something genuinely ridiculous.
“Cassie,” she said flatly, “I know what’s best for my daughter.”
“I didn’t say you didn’t.” Cassie kept her tone light. “Just that eventually it’ll be her choice.”
Eileen scoffed. “Yeah, I don’t think so.” She unlocked the car with more force than necessary. “She really disappointed me today. Same argument over and over about pursuing other residencies.” Her mouth tightened. “I shut it down.”
Cassie suddenly didn’t like the sound of that.
“How?”
“Told her she was acting like a disappointment.” Eileen shrugged. “But she already knows that.”
Cassie laughed lightly, mostly out of discomfort. “That’s a little harsh, isn’t it?”
Eileen didn’t laugh back. “I parent my daughter however I want.”
The air shifted immediately; Cassie didn’t even know why she felt compelled to say anything at all.
What did her sponsor say about impulses?
“I know,” she said quickly.
“Then I don’t need your input.”
Cassie blinked. “Yeah. Right. Sorry.” She took a small step back. “I overstepped.”
“Yes, you did.”
For a second neither of them spoke, the awkwardness taking over what had been a good time. Give it up to Cassie to ruin something as simple as a date.
Cassie forced a small smile. “Just drive safe, okay? Text me when you get home.”
“Yeah,” Eileen answered dryly before climbing into her car.
Cassie stood there watching the headlights disappear from the parking lot, feeling strangely unsettled.
Because for the first time since meeting Eileen, Cassie found herself understanding Victoria a little too well.
People tend to act out for a reason. Victoria’s reason became clearer by the second.
Cassie sat in her car outside Victoria’s apartment building for nearly ten minutes before finally forcing herself out of it.
This was a bad idea.
Still, she’d said she would come.
And it was already after nine. Surely Victoria wouldn’t actually want to unpack forever.
Cassie knocked twice against the apartment door.
Victoria opened it almost immediately, and smiled so brightly Cassie felt it like it had to hurt.
“You came,” Victoria said, eyes dragging slowly over her outfit.
Cassie had come straight from the show, still dressed nicer than usual. Dark slacks. Black button-up. Tie loosened slightly from the long night.
Victoria reached forward before Cassie could react and hooked two fingers into the tie, tugging her gently inside.
“You look good,” Victoria murmured. “Like… actually good.”
Cassie blinked at her.
“Thank you?” she answered cautiously, unsure whether that was a compliment or an insult coming from Victoria.
Victoria shut the door behind her with her free hand.
“No, seriously.” Her eyes flicked down at Cassie again. “Kinda insane, actually.”
Cassie swallowed hard.
Victoria was still dressed in almost nothing. Tiny shorts. Cropped tank top hanging loose on one shoulder now. The bruise near her neck stood out darker beneath the apartment lighting.
Cassie forced herself to focus on that instead.
“So,” Victoria said, pouting dramatically, “about cleaning my wound?”
Cassie exhaled slowly through her nose. “Yeah. Let me look at it first.”
Victoria grabbed her wrist and dragged her toward the couch.
“Sit.”
Cassie sat carefully while Victoria dropped down right beside her. Too close. Their thighs nearly touched.
“Look at it,” Victoria ordered softly, tilting her head slightly to expose the bruise better.
Cassie leaned in despite herself.
The bruise spread along the side of Victoria’s neck and collarbone, ugly but superficial. Her skin was warm beneath Cassie’s fingertips when she gently tilted her chin for a better look.
“What exactly happened?”
Victoria shrugged. “I was trying to loft the TV in my bedroom, and it fell on me.”
Cassie winced immediately. “Jesus.”
“You owe me something.”
“You know it’s not my fault, so why do you keep insisting that it is?”
Victoria grinned. “Because it upsets you.”
Cassie ignored her and kept examining the mark, trying very hard not to think about how close their faces were.
“Okay,” she murmured professionally. “I should clean it first.” Her thumb brushed lightly near the bruise. “You did a good job stopping the bleeding.”
Victoria nodded once, but she never stopped staring at Cassie’s mouth.
Cassie didn’t say anything either.
Once Cassie finished cleaning the bruise and smoothing the bandage over it, she leaned back slightly to admire her work.
“There,” she murmured. “You survived.”
“Thanks, doctor.”
Cassie rolled her eyes faintly and finally pulled away from her.
The distance helped. Slightly.
She glanced around the apartment again. There was some improvement from the other night— groceries stacked on the kitchen counter, a few more boxes opened, dishes actually put away— but overall the place still looked hollow.
Like someone was staying there instead of living there.
“So,” Cassie said, leaning back into the couch cushions, “Where do you wanna start?”
Victoria didn’t answer immediately. Instead she stared ahead at nothing, fingers absently picking at the edge of the fresh bandage on her neck.
Then, quietly:
“What’s my mom like with you?”
Cassie blinked. “That’s your question?”
Victoria shrugged one shoulder.
“Humor me.”
“She’s…” Cassie searched for the right word. “Kind, a little intense but kind.”
Victoria snorted softly like she didn’t believe that for a second.
“She jokes sometimes,” Cassie continued anyway. “Not often. But she tries.” A small smile tugged at her mouth. “She falls asleep on the couch almost every night if I don’t make her go to bed.”
Victoria finally glanced over at her.
“She lets herself do that around you?”
“Do what?”
“Be tired.”
Cassie frowned slightly. “I guess.”
Victoria looked away again.
“She never did that with me.” Her voice stayed casual, but barely. “Everything was always about achievement. Productivity. Efficiency.” She laughed quietly. “You know she made me memorize anatomy flashcards during road trips when I was like eight?”
Cassie stared at her, pity probably evident in her eyes. “She just wanted you to succeed.”
“Yeah.” Victoria smiled humorlessly. “At being her.”
Cassie looked at her for a long moment before speaking carefully.
“She talks about you constantly, you know.”
Victoria scoffed immediately. “Mostly complaints, I’m assuming.”
“No.” Cassie shook her head. “Mostly bragging.”
That seemed to catch Victoria off guard.
“She’s proud of you.”
Victoria’s jaw tightened. “She likes the idea of me.”
Cassie didn’t know what to say to that because, after tonight, she wasn’t entirely sure Victoria was wrong.
Victoria finally looked over again, her expression softer now. “I understand why she likes you.”
Cassie laughed quietly under her breath.
“Yeah?” she asked. “And why’s that?”
Victoria’s eyes dropped briefly to where Cassie’s hand still rested over hers.
“You care about people too intensely,” she said softly. “It’s weird.” A tiny smile tugged at her mouth. “But I like that about you.”
Something deep in Cassie’s chest ached painfully at the admission. Before she could think too hard about it, she reached over and gently pulled Victoria’s hand away from the bandage again.
“Stop touching it,” Cassie murmured. “You’re gonna make it worse.”
Victoria looked down at their hands. Neither of them moved.
The apartment felt impossibly quiet all of a sudden. Just the hum of the refrigerator somewhere in the distance and Cassie’s pulse pounding hard enough she was convinced Victoria could hear it too.
Victoria leaned closer, Slow enough that Cassie could’ve stopped her.
Should’ve stopped her.
Instead she froze completely as Victoria’s lips brushed against hers, Soft and experimental, Tentative for all of half a second.
Then she went harder.
Cassie made a small sound into the kiss before she could stop herself, her fingers tightening instinctively around Victoria’s hand.
Everything in her body reacted instantly and violently.
Wrongwrongwrong.
But Victoria kissed her like she already knew that and didn’t care, which made Cassie kiss her back even harder.
Cassie pulled back first, breathing unevenly.
Her forehead almost knocked against Victoria’s as she created distance between them.
“Victoria,” she whispered hoarsely.
Victoria’s eyes stayed fixed on her mouth. “Don’t give me any crap; you kissed me back.”
Cassie closed her eyes briefly like she’d been struck.
“It’s wrong,” she admitted quietly.
Victoria laughed. “Okay? And?”
“I’m with your mom.”
“Okay, she doesn’t have to know.”
“That’s not- that’s not the point.”
“Cassie, you give me what I want, and this won’t have to be a thing.”
“Give you what you want?”
“I didn't invite you over to help me unpack, and you know that. You aren’t an idiot.”
“Victoria…”
Victoria waved it off. “You want me just as badly; it’s so obvious. My mom won’t have to know.”
“No.”
“Yeah?” Victoria said softly as she slid off the couch and onto her knees in front of Cassie. “No?”
Cassie’s breath caught instantly.
“Victoria,” she warned, voice strained.
Victoria looked up at her through dark lashes, completely unashamed.
“You keep saying no,” she murmured, resting her hands lightly on Cassie’s knees. “But your body says something very different.”
Cassie grabbed her wrists immediately, not rough enough to hurt, but for her to know she was completely serious. “Stop.”
Victoria held her gaze. “You want me.”
“That is not the issue.”
“Then what is?” Victoria challenged quietly. “Because every time you look at me you act like you’re trying not to jump out of your own skin.”
Cassie’s jaw tightened. “You are twenty years old.”
“And?”
“You’re her daughter.”
Victoria rolled her eyes dramatically. “You keep saying that, like it suddenly changes what’s happening here.”
“It does change it.”
“No,” Victoria said. “It changes how guilty you feel about it.”
Cassie stared at her in silence because if that wasn’t the truth. Victoria softened slightly then, her fingers loosening beneath Cassie’s grip.
“I’m not a kid,” she said quietly. “And you know I’m not.”
“I know.”
“So what happens now?”
Cassie looked down at her kneeling there between her legs and felt like every catastrophic decision she’d ever made had somehow guided her directly into this apartment.
Into this moment, like if the guilt wasn’t going to be her undoing then Victoria Javadi would be.
“Is this all just to get back at your mother?” she finally asked quietly. The question had been sitting in the back of her mind since the night at the bar.
Victoria leaned back slightly at that, considering it.
“Yes,” she admitted.
“…And no.”
Cassie’s grip loosened around her wrists. “That’s not really an answer.”
“I know.” Victoria looked almost unbearably calm compared to the war happening inside Cassie’s chest.
“I think part of me wanted to prove something,” Victoria continued softly. “That someone could choose me over her.” Her eyes flicked up to meet Cassie’s. “But I also just… want you.”
Cassie swallowed thickly. “I can’t fuck you.”
Victoria shrugged lazily. “Who said anything about me?”
Cassie froze. The implication hit all at once.
“Victoria.”
“You’re so tense,” Victoria murmured, fingertips sliding lightly along Cassie’s thighs now. “I could help with that.”
Cassie grabbed her wrists again immediately, breathing unevenly.
“This is insane.”
“Mhm.”
“I’m serious.”
“And I’m on my knees in front of you.” Victoria tilted her head. “Looks pretty serious to me.”
Cassie let out something halfway between a laugh and a groan and tipped her head back against the couch. “This is such a bad idea.”
Victoria moved closer again, slow enough to give Cassie every opportunity to stop her.
“You know what I think?” she asked quietly.
Cassie didn’t answer.
“I think you spend so much time trying to be good that you don’t even know what you actually want anymore.”
She wanted to congratulate her, but she was wrong.
Cassie did know what she wanted.
That was the problem.
Victoria’s fingers brushed lightly over the buckle of Cassie’s belt, teasing rather than touching.
Cassie’s entire body tensed.
“Tell me to stop,” Victoria whispered.
Cassie opened her mouth, but nothing came out. Giving Victoria all the permission she needed.
Victoria’s breath shook, her hands trembling as she fumbled with Cassie’s belt and zipper. Cassie’s eyes stayed glued to her the entire time.
Victoria tapped on her thighs, telling her to lift as she helped push her pants down to her feet. She could see how hard Cassie was in her boxers.
“Fuck.”
Cassie didn’t say anything, words lost in her throat. She didn’t remember the last time she’d received a blow job. Cassie tried to make any noise as she felt Victoria’s hand inside her boxers and pulled out her dick.
“Shit, Victoria…”
“I didn’t even do anything yet,” Victoria smirked as she felt Cassie growing harder in her hand. “You’re big.” Victoria’s voice cracked a little, like she didn’t expect it.
“Have you ever…” Cassie felt like an idiot for asking; she knew the answer, and yet. “…you know, done this before?”
“Yes,” Victoria surprisingly admitted, “well, with a strap on, attached to no one. But how hard can the real thing be?”
Cassie wanted to beg to differ but chose silence instead.
Victoria dragged her hand, slowly, from the base of her length up to the tip. Cassie’s head was spinning; she hadn’t felt something like this in a while.
“Vici…”
Victoria looked up at the nickname and smiled. She continued her motion of pumping her dick softly, dragging her hand up it and moving the pre cum around with her thumb. “You are tense, Cass; you need this badly, don’t you?”
Cassie didn’t say anything, but the amount of pre cum dripping down her dick answered for her.
Victoria grins and licks her lips, wetting them before opening her mouth wide and taking Cassie in.
“Fuck.” Cassie groans, her hands digging into the couch cushions. All thoughts of how sick this all was faded when she felt Victoria’s warm mouth working on her dick.
Victoria works quickly, her tongue pressing hard against the length of Cassie’s dick as she drags it up, then softly swirling her tongue over the head. Her free hands pump her, gripping tightly, finding the perfect rhythm with her mouth.
“Oh fuck, Victoria,” Cassie mutters above her. She lifts her hips a little at an angle where she could fuck into Victoria’s mouth.
Cassie knew she wasn’t going to last long, not with Victoria drooling down her dick and getting eye contact at the same time, looking up at her with eyes that scream innocence.
Victoria can sense that she’s close, Cassie’s legs trembling and the way she’s rutting into her more and more. Victoria’s hand moves faster, pumping in tight fast strokes over Cassie’s dick.
Cassie wanted to know what she was thinking, feeling all of it. She wanted so badly to return the favor to be the first person to ever have her mouth on Victoria’s tight untouched pussy.
Completely untouched. Innocent by all standards. Cassie was becoming dangerously close; tears were starting to form in her eyes.
Victoria lifts her head for a second. “Oh look at you, tears pooling in the corner of your eyes.” Before Cassie could say anything, Victoria sank her mouth back down on Cassie's dick again, her lips sealed tightly, her tongue flat and licking all over her.
“I’m gonna- fuck, pull off.”
Victoria’s mouth latched onto her even harder, telling Cassie she wasn’t going anywhere.
Cassie thrust her lips a few more times, crying out Victoria’s name as she came down her throat. Victoria relaxed her jaw and opened her mouth a little more, taking Cassie all the way into her throat, feeling Cassie fill her mouth with her load.
Victoria pulled off gently when Cassie was done, wiping the sides of her mouth. She sat back on her knees.
Cassie was still trying to catch her breath as her dick softened; she then let out a small, out-of-breath laugh. “First time? Seriously?”
Victoria shrugged. “I do a lot of research, so how do you feel?”
“Like someone sucked the soul out of me. God, you’re filthy, you know that?”
“So does this mean you’ll stop being such an idiot and be with me?”
“…And to clarify, I mean just sex. I don’t care about dating you and whatnot. That’s all my mom. I just want…this.”
“Romantic.”
Victoria pushed herself off the floor and headed into the kitchen. She poured herself a glass of water, then another for Cassie. When she returned to the couch, she sat beside her and handed her the glass.
“I really enjoyed that. You tasted so good.”
“Victoria, this is wrong on so many levels.”
“I know. But that’s what makes it hot, doesn’t it? You being older, dating my mom, but when she’s not around, you can be deep inside me.”
Cassie almost spilled her water on herself as Victoria crawled into her lap, and if she wasn’t careful, she was going to get Cassie worked up all over again.
“I think I’m owed something in return.”
“I already told you I can’t…”
Victoria frowned. “Can’t what exactly? Get it up again? Because I can do that for you.”
“That’s not the problem. You’re a virgin.”
“A big one.”
“I can’t be your first time,” Cassie tried to explain.
“Are you positive about that?”
Cassie nodded. “I just can’t.”
Victoria tilted her head. “Fine.” She slid off Cassie’s lap and turned away from her.
“Victoria.”
“The door’s that way.”
“I don’t want to go.”
“No, you just want me to wait around for you to finally give in.” Her voice was thick with annoyance. “You can go. This never happened.”
Cassie stayed still for a moment, but when it became clear Victoria wasn’t going to look at her again, she got dressed and walked to the door.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry I did this to you.”
“Save your guilt for confession. I don’t give a shit.”
Cassie nodded, then opened the door and left.
Cassie hadn’t heard from Victoria in over two weeks. Because she was an idiot, she texted her a few days after everything happened, asking if she still wanted help unpacking the apartment.
No surprise to anyone, Victoria never replied.
The weeks afterward were miserable.
Cassie sat across from Eileen at dinners, trying not to think about what her daughter had done to her. Trying not to remember Victoria in her lap, Victoria’s mouth on hers, the way she’d looked up at Cassie when her dick was in her mouth.
It got bad enough that Cassie started picking up extra shifts just to avoid being around Eileen.
Every excuse came easy; Eileen never questioned it.
Cassie didn’t know what she was supposed to do anymore. Breaking up with Eileen felt cruel when she had no explanation beyond:
Sorry, I’m overwhelmingly attracted to your daughter. And she might have given me a blow job whoopsies!
But she could admit it fully now. She wanted Victoria in every possible way, and that terrified her.
She didn’t want Eileen finding out. Or her coworkers. God, even the thought of Harrison somehow knowing one day made her stomach turn.
So an actual relationship with Victoria felt impossible. But Cassie also felt far too old for whatever this in-between thing was supposed to be.
Friends with benefits sounded pathetic at her age.
Still, she found herself texting Victoria constantly.
Random things.
I hope school’s okay.
Did you finish the apartment?
You alive?
Victoria never answered a single message.
Another week passed before Victoria finally decided to do something about Cassie’s constant texting.
And unfortunately, the stunt she pulled was both incredibly risky and unbelievably stupid.
Cassie had come over to Eileen’s place after work to help fix the kitchen sink. She was halfway underneath the cabinet when Eileen suddenly handed her a small box.
“This is from Victoria,” Eileen said casually. “I didn’t know you two were close.”
Cassie froze immediately; the wrench nearly slipped from her hand.
The box was small. Plain. Completely harmless-looking; something told her that wasn’t the case.
“We aren’t that close,” Cassie said quickly. “Probably just something silly.”
“Well, it was nice of her to thank you after she gave you that job.”
Cassie choked on absolutely nothing.
“What?”
Eileen looked confused.
“She told me all about you helping her unpack the apartment.” She leaned against the counter. “Said she paid you for all the work you did.”
Oh.
Oh, that manipulative little psycho.
“Yeah,” Cassie said weakly. “It was no big deal.”
“You should’ve told me.”
Cassie tried to keep her face neutral. “I didn’t realize you guys were talking again.”
“Well…” Eileen sighed softly. “Not fully. But a few weeks ago she came over here crying.”
Cassie’s stomach dropped.
“She kept apologizing,” Eileen continued. “Said she didn’t want me to hate her.”
Cassie stared very hard at the pipes beneath the sink.
Probably unrelated. Totally unrelated. Definitely not because she sucked off your own girlfriend.
“…So we’ve been trying to repair things,” Eileen said. “I actually invited her to lunch tomorrow.”
Cassie forced a smile. “That’s good, isn’t it?”
“Yeah.” Eileen looked thoughtful for a moment. “I guess I forget sometimes she’s still just a kid.” A pause. “Maybe I should ease up on her.”
Kid.
The word made something ugly twist in Cassie’s chest; she knew she should hear that and feel ashamed.
Instead all she could think about was the box sitting beside her on the counter waiting to be opened.
“You know what?” Eileen said suddenly. “You should come.”
Cassie looked up too fast from beneath the sink.
“What?”
“To lunch tomorrow.” Eileen smiled like the idea had only just occurred to her. “You and Victoria already know each other now. It could be nice.”
“No,” she said immediately, bumping her head lightly against the pipe as she tried to back out from under the sink too fast. “No, I don’t wanna intrude.”
“Nonsense.” Eileen waved her off. “Victoria needs to learn how to socialize without acting like she’s being sentenced to prison.”
Cassie forced out a weak laugh. “I think she’d rather die.”
“Probably.” Eileen smiled fondly despite herself. “But that’s exactly why you should come. You calm people down.”
Cassie wiped her hands on a towel slowly, buying herself time. “I don’t know…”
“I’ll talk to Victoria about it.” Eileen leaned against the counter casually. “It’ll be fun.”
Fun.
Cassie thought she might actually throw up.
Because there was absolutely nothing fun about sitting across from Victoria pretending they hadn’t crossed every possible line while Eileen smiled between them, completely unaware.
Still, when Cassie looked up, she found herself smiling anyway.
“Fun,” she echoed weakly. “Yeah.”
Cassie still didn’t know how Eileen managed to convince Victoria to agree to lunch.
But somehow it was happening.
She sat beside Eileen in a crowded little restaurant downtown while Victoria sat across from them looking completely unbothered by the fact she’d ruined Cassie’s mental stability weeks ago.
Victoria barely even looked at her. She wore a small polite smile through most of lunch, answering Eileen’s questions, occasionally stirring her drink while listening. Calm. Relaxed. Like she hadn’t once been on her knees in front of Cassie asking her to give in. Eileen carried most of the conversation. Cassie contributed where she could, nodding at the right moments, laughing when expected, but internally she felt like she was being skinned alive.
Victoria only chimed in every so often, and every single time she did, Cassie paid attention immediately despite herself.
It was humiliating.
Especially because Victoria knew exactly what she was doing.
The box proved that much.
After helping Eileen fix the sink the night before, Cassie had gone home emotionally exhausted, the small package sitting untouched on her passenger seat the entire drive back.
Eileen had insisted she stay afterward. They ordered food, watched a movie curled together on the couch, Eileen half asleep against her shoulder by the end of it.
And the whole time Cassie could barely focus.
Because all she could think about was the box and how much she wanted to open it and figure out what Victoria put inside it.
What game she was trying to play now.
And that’s exactly what she did as she got home.
(As soon as she closed the door behind she found her box cutters and opened it, opened it to a pair of underwear. She picked it up, and underneath there was a note.
' I'm not sure why you keep texting me. After refusing me, I hope you can reconsider. Enjoy my gift. Use them wisely, or come here and take the real thing <3.’
Cassie didn’t hesitate before she brought the underwear up to her nose and inhaled. She inhaled as much as she could. Cassie was in a daze, not even worrying about her dick growing in her pants. She could take care of that later.
For the rest of the night, Cassie’s attention was focused on Victoria’s dirty underwear and jerking herself off. By the time she lay her head to rest, she didn’t even know how many times she had come.)
“Cassie,” Eileen said brightly, cutting through the tension Cassie was trying very hard not to choke on, “Victoria was telling me how much nicer her apartment looks now.”
Victoria glanced up from the sandwich she’d barely touched. “Oh yeah,” she said casually. “It’s actually livable now.”
Cassie forced herself to smile normally. “Glad I could help.”
Victoria’s eyes flicked toward her for half a second.
She pretended not to notice.
“Well now maybe you can host us sometime,” Eileen continued. “I’d love to come over and see it.”
Victoria leaned back in her chair slightly.
“Yeah, I have the space.” She took a sip of water. “Can’t be tonight though. I have a friend coming over.”
Cassie looked up before she could stop herself. “A friend?”
Victoria’s mouth twitched slightly like she’d been waiting for that reaction. “Mhm.”
“What kind of friend?” Eileen asked curiously.
“Met him at school,” Victoria answered simply.
Him.
Cassie felt something unpleasant tighten low in her stomach.
“Oh?” Eileen smiled immediately. “Victoria, you didn’t tell me you were dating someone.”
Victoria gave a small shrug.
“Well, you didn’t tell me you were dating someone either.” She looked directly at her mother now. “I almost called the cops the first time I met Cassie. She was half naked on your couch.”
Both Cassie and Eileen visibly winced.
“I know,” Eileen sighed. “And I apologized for that already.”
“You did.”
“At least it won’t be awkward forever,” Eileen added lightly. “Not when Cassie moves in eventually.”
Victoria went completely still; Cassie did too.
“I had no idea she was moving in,” Victoria said carefully, setting down her glass.
Cassie hadn’t known either.
Well—not exactly.
They’d talked about it once. Briefly. Eileen brought it up after Harrison mentioned liking her, and Cassie said she’d think about it because it felt too fast and complicated and terrifying.
Thinking about it was not confirmation.
Eileen smiled warmly and reached over to squeeze Cassie’s hand.
“It’s something we’ve been discussing, right, Cass?”
Cassie swallowed. “Yeah.”
Victoria finally looked directly at her then.
And the expression in her eyes hit Cassie harder than she expected it; it wasn’t anger or even jealousy; she just looked hurt.
Which made absolutely no sense considering Victoria apparently had some guy coming over tonight.
If that was even true.
Cassie suddenly thought about the note tucked into her nightstand drawer at home.
Come here and take the real thing.
Then today:
I have a guy coming over.
What exactly was Victoria trying to do to her?
This whole situation was completely, catastrophically fucked.
“Excuse me,” Victoria said suddenly, pushing her plate away. “I need to use the restroom.”
She stood before either of them could respond and disappeared toward the back hallway of the restaurant. The second she was gone, Cassie’s knee started bouncing uncontrollably beneath the table.
Eileen was talking; Cassie realized that vaguely.
Something about the hospital. Words were happening in front of her, and Cassie couldn’t focus on a single one because all she could think about was Victoria’s expression when Eileen mentioned moving in together.
“…Cass?”
“Hm?” Cassie blinked hard.
Eileen smiled faintly. “You’re somewhere else today.”
“Sorry,” Cassie muttered quickly. “Long week.”
That was believable at least. Cassie glanced toward the hallway leading to the restrooms. Before she could think too hard about it, she pushed her chair back slightly.
“Excuse me,” she said. “I really need to use the restroom too. I’ll be quick.”
“That’s alright, dear.”
Cassie stood so fast she nearly knocked into the table.
The walk toward the bathrooms felt surreal somehow, like her body was moving before her brain could stop it.
This was insane. She knew that.
Knew she should turn around immediately and go sit back beside her girlfriend and finish lunch like a normal person.
Instead, she pushed open the restroom door; Victoria was standing at the sink, washing her hands. She looked up through the mirror the second Cassie entered. Neither of them spoke at first. The tension hit instantly.
Victoria dried her hands slowly with a paper towel.
“You followed me into the bathroom,” she said lightly. “Very concerning behavior.”
Cassie crossed her arms tightly. “Are you seeing someone?”
Victoria’s eyebrow lifted immediately. “Isn’t that what I said?”
“Why?”
“Because I can’t have you." Victoria tossed the paper towel away. “You’re moving in with my mom; I guess you’ll be my stepmom soon enough.”
Cassie hated how that made her body tingle.
“You can’t do this,” Cassie hissed quietly. “You can’t send me what you did and then bring some guy to your house.”
Victoria leaned back against the counter casually. “You don’t get to act possessive.”
“I’m not possessive.”
“You absolutely are.”
Cassie stepped closer before she could stop herself. “Is there actually a guy?”
Victoria looked up at her calmly. “What if there is?”
Before she could think better of it, she stepped forward, crowding Victoria backward until the backs of her legs hit one of the restroom stalls.
“Notice how you didn’t answer any of my questions,” Victoria murmured.
Cassie’s pulse was pounding so hard she could barely think straight.
“Because it’s none of your business.”
Victoria’s expression changed instantly, an anger Cassie’s never seen before.
“Do you hear yourself?” she snapped quietly. “You follow me into a bathroom to interrogate me about some imaginary guy, but suddenly your life is off limits?” She scoffed. “Fuck you.”
Something in Cassie snapped.
Imaginary.
Victoria played her so effortlessly, before she could stop, Cassie grabbed her face and kissed her hard.
Victoria made a startled sound against her mouth before immediately kissing her back just as fiercely.
The stall door slammed shut behind them. It was messy and desperate from the start, all frustration and unresolved tension finally exploding into the kiss.
Victoria grabbed fistfuls of Cassie’s shirt, pulling her closer.
“You are such an asshole,” she breathed against her mouth.
“You’re insane.”
Victoria smiled briefly against her lips. “Rich coming from you.”
“We shouldn't…”
“What’s stopping you?” Victoria asked softly.
Her hand pressed against the front of Cassie’s pants just enough to pull a strangled sound from her throat.
Cassie’s forehead dropped briefly against the stall door beside Victoria’s head.
“You need to stop doing that,” she muttered hoarsely.
“But you like it.”
That was the unbearable part; Cassie did. Probably way too much.
Victoria looked up at her with that same infuriating confidence, fingers still resting there like she already knew exactly what kind of effect she had.
“There doesn’t have to be anyone else,” Victoria said more quietly this time. “You could just come over.”
Cassie finally forced herself to pull back an inch.
“You do realize we are horrible people.”
“I can accept that.”
“I can’t; it’s just, I don’t know.”
Victoria’s expression tightened slightly. “Because of my mom?”
“Yes.”
“That’s boring, Cass.”
Cassie let out a breathless laugh despite herself.
“Victoria, I’m serious.”
“So am I.” Her hand slid away slowly, though not before deliberately dragging over the tension she’d created. “You keep acting like this huge tragedy is happening to you, but nobody’s forcing you to be here.”
Cassie knew that.
God, she knew that.
She could’ve walked away weeks ago.
Could’ve blocked Victoria’s number. Could’ve ended things with Eileen. Could’ve chosen literally any sane option available to her. Instead she was making out with her girlfriend’s daughter in a restaurant bathroom in the middle of the afternoon.
“You’re gonna ruin my life,” Cassie said quietly.
Victoria’s eyes flicked over her face.
“And yet you’re still here.”
Cassie didn’t attempt to rebut; she knew she was right. Then, from somewhere outside the stall, the restroom door opened, and both of them froze instantly.
Two women walked in, talking loudly about something; Cassie jerked back on instinct while Victoria bit down hard on a laugh.
“Oh my god,” Cassie whispered, horrified.
Victoria looked entirely too amused.
“Relax,” she whispered back. “You look guilty enough to confess to murder.”
“I hate you.”
“No, you don’t.” Victoria reached up and fixed Cassie’s crooked collar gently. “You’re obsessed with me.”
“If neither of us gets back soon, it’s going to start looking suspicious.”
Victoria licked the side of her neck. “Fine. I’ll go back first.” She pressed a kiss to her cheek before slipping from her grasp.
“Come out in, like, five minutes,” Victoria said as she opened the stall door and left.
Cassie listened like a well-trained dog and waited exactly five minutes before returning to the table. Following Victoria into the bathroom had been dangerous. Someone could have seen. Eileen could have gotten suspicious.
She used to be much better at being a terrible person, before all the character development. Now she just felt like a fool.
Victoria had done that to her. Somehow, this twenty-year-old with an inflated ego, a superiority complex, and a terrible attitude had permanently altered her brain chemistry.
Maybe it didn’t have to mean anything at all. Maybe this was just something she needed to get out of her system so she could go back to living her life without constantly toeing the line between heaven and hell.
That was the plan, anyway: get it out of her system and move on, then she could go back to her life as if Victoria had never turned it completely upside down.
Once seated back at the table, Cassie immediately came up with the first excuse she could think of.
“The restroom had a line.” The lie left her mouth so quickly.
Across from her, Victoria lifted her coffee cup to her lips; Cassie refused to look directly at her. She knew there was a smirk there.
Could practically feel it.
Eileen didn’t seem to notice anything unusual.
“Oh, don’t worry about it,” she said. “Your coffee’s getting cold though.”
Cassie reached for her cup just to have something to do with her hands.
The coffee tasted terrible, or maybe that was just guilt. Victoria seemed perfectly content, stirring her drink absentmindedly while Eileen continued talking about some upcoming surgery.
Cassie nodded along but was hardly listening, which seemed to be a trend in all of her outings with Eileen.
Meanwhile, she was hyperaware of everything going on with Victoria- Victoria’s crossed legs. The tiny scrape of her fork against her plate.
The fact that thirty minutes ago she’d had Cassie pinned against a bathroom stall wall, questioning her ability to control herself.
“Cass?”
Cassie looked up. “Hm?”
“I asked if you’d be interested in coming to dinner Sunday.”
Eileen was looking at her expectantly.
“Oh.”
Sunday, she wasn’t busy. She couldn’t come up with an excuse on why not, and believed her she was trying.
“Sure,” Cassie answered.
“Perfect.” Eileen smiled. “Victoria should come too.”
The smile immediately vanished from Victoria’s face. “No.”
The response came so fast all three of them paused.
Eileen blinked, turning her head to face her daughter fully. “No?”
“I am studying with Trinity.”
“On a Sunday?”
“Yes.”
“You always have to study.”
“Oh, I'm sorry, whose fault is that? Mother who used to force me to study every single day.”
“Victoria, I never forced you to do anything.”
“Are you kidding? Do you have your own separate reality of my childhood?”
Cassie stared down into her coffee.
The argument felt familiar, like it’s been had before. From her first and only argument with Eileen, she learned her lesson about getting in the way between them. At least in this sense, not the… well, you get it.
“You can take one evening off,” Eileen said.
“No.”
“Why?”
Victoria’s jaw tightened. “Because I don’t want to.”
Silence settled over the table; Cassie watched Eileen’s expression harden. She immediately knew where this was heading.
“That’s not a reason.”
“It is to me.”
“See, this is exactly what I’m talking about.”
Victoria laughed, not because anything was funny.
The opposite; it came off more as tired and small, like she knew she wasn’t going to win this but was trying nonetheless.
Cassie knew she should comfort Eileen; she looked just as upset, but in this moment she just wanted to make sure Victoria never looked this sad ever again.
“Never mind,” Victoria said quietly. “I’ll be there.”
She stood before either of them could respond.
“Victoria—”
“I have somewhere to be.”
“Sit down.”
“No.” Victoria grabbed her purse. “Thanks for lunch.”
Then she looked at Cassie; it was a small glance, like she was trying to tell her something without telling her.
Victoria then left without saying anything else, leaving Eileen and Cassie alone, and the awkwardness quickly returned.
“I’m so sorry about her; she just isn’t acting right lately.”
Cassie took a sip of her coffee, didn’t ask a question, didn’t even agree. She said nothing at all.
Eileen reached for the bill before Cassie stopped her and covered it. It was the least she could do- well, the actual least she could do is stop pursuing her daughter, but small wins.
“Are you okay?” were the first words out of Cassie’s mouth when Victoria opened the door to her apartment.
Victoria had changed out of the clothes she wore to lunch. Now she was dressed in gray sweatpants and a tank top. She looked on edge, but her expression softened slightly when she saw Cassie.
She nodded and stepped aside to let her in.
“Can’t lie, I didn’t think you’d come.”
Cassie shrugged. “I probably shouldn’t have, but I’m here.”
She stepped farther into the apartment and looked around. It was finished. She knew that it had been, but seeing it was a different story.
“…How did this happen?”
“You aren’t the only person I know. My friends came and helped.”
“Oh.” Cassie nodded. “Well, that’s good. It looks nice.”
Victoria locked the door behind her. “How did you get away from my mom?”
“Wasn’t that hard; I told her I had to go home and feed a cat I’m watching for a friend.”
“And she believed that?” Victoria scoffed. If we’re going to do this, you have to lie better.”
“I don’t really want to talk about your mom.”
“Go figure.”
Silence settled between them for a moment.
“Want to watch a movie or something?”
“Or something…”
Victoria tilted her head, a small smile spreading across her face. “I didn’t think you’d ever come around.”
“Yeah. Me neither.”
“What about not wanting to be my first time?”
“I’ve come to terms with the fact that I’m okay with it. Better it be someone who’ll treat you right than someone who doesn’t know what they’re doing.”
Victoria walked over and wrapped her arms around Cassie’s neck.
“You’ll treat me right?” she whispered.
Cassie felt something tighten in her chest.
“Yeah,” she said softly. “I think I will.”
Victoria nipped at her ear before pulling away and skipping toward her bedroom.
Cassie knew this was it. She was finally going through with it, and she would have to live with the consequences. Because more than anything, she wanted Victoria.
So why keep denying herself?
Cassie followed quickly after Victoria, seeing her spread out across the bed. Her dick felt uncomfortable in her pants.
She climbed onto the bed with her and pulled her closer to her. “You are so beautiful, did you know that?”
“Yes, tell me something I don’t know.”
“God, you’re a brat.”
Victoria shrugged, dragging her hands down Cassie’s shoulders. “Probably should do something about that.”
“Oh, I will.”
Cassie moves to meet her lips. The second they touch hers, she believes someone lit off a match inside her body. Heat rushed through her, like a match had been struck. Victoria moans quietly against her lips as Cassie’s hands grip her waist and squeeze. Victoria feels an ache between her legs, and she imagines she’s already soaking through her panties.
Her tongue wants entry into her mouth, and Victoria parts her lips to allow it. Cassie felt her tongue on hers and wanted to stay like that forever; she sucked on Victoria’s tongue a little, causing a sound to come from her throat she hadn’t heard before.
All she could think about was her mouth on Victoria’s clit, repaying the favor she had originally given her, licking and sucking and savoring the taste of her. She’d be lying if she didn’t say the idea of being the first person to have their mouth on her clit wasn’t exciting her even more.
Cassie pressed her body even closer to Victoria, not letting up on exploring her mouth. But her dick was pressed up against her; with the way Victoria gasped, she knew she could feel it.
Victoria stifles a moan at the sensation, reaching between them to press her hand up against it.
Fuck, she was so hard.
Victoria slips her hand inside of her pants, then into her boxers. The Slick pooling between her legs is a sure sign that she wants it, needs it, craves it badly.
Cassie’s dick feels so good in Victoria’s hand. She presses her lips to Victoria’s throat, licking and sucking and kissing it. It draws more moans from Victoria’s throat, as she continues moving her hand up and down Cassie’s dick, feeling the leaking head coat her hand.
“Shit, I need you so bad.”
Cassie breathed against her neck. “Let me taste you, please, let me.”
Victoria pulled back, nodding, letting her know she wanted that just as badly, but hesitant. “I didn’t shave.”
Cassie’s breathing seemed to stop, a smile rising across her face. “Fuck, good. Don’t ever.”
Victoria giggled, not expecting that response.
“Then please.”
Cassie instructed her to lift her tank top, revealing no bra underneath; Cassie thought she could come from the sight of her titties sitting hard, waiting to be sucked.
She then removed her sweats, leaving just her panties on, wet stain visible.
“Stop staring, get undressed. I’m not baring myself for you for nothing.”
“You’ve seen me,” Cassie said shyly for some reason.
“Yes, and I want to see you again.”
Cassie undid her own clothing, pants coming off quickly, boxers being kicked off to the side. Her dick was pink and standing hard and leaking.
“Fuck.”
Victoria lay back down on the bed, and Cassie joined her, moving on top of her. “You look so good underneath me.”
Victoria kisses her, pulling her body flushed against hers. Breast against breast, it felt nice, safe almost.
Cassie flicks her thumb over her nipple, finding it hard and ready, just like her dick. She pinches it and lowers her head against the other one, locking her lips around her pretty nipple and sucking it into his mouth. Victoria cries out at the sensation, then moans even louder as she moves slower, savoring her.
Cassie’s lips switch between each nipple, giving them both equal attention. Victoria starts to grind herself against her, desperate for some sort of friction. She’s soaked; she can feel it coating her leg, probably Cassie’s as well.
“I can feel how wet you are, baby,” Cassie says as she’s dragging her tongue down her throat. “So fucking wet for me.”
“Then stop making me wait, or do I need to fuck myself?” Victoria hisses, before lowering her body up and pushing Cassie down. “I need your mouth. Please.”
Cassie positioned herself between her legs. Victoria lets them fall open, allowing Cassie to get a good look at her pretty wet pussy. Her eyes darken at the sight of it all.
Cassie drags her index finger down her slit, causing both of them to groan at the sensation. She collects the wetness on her finger; she brings the finger to her mouth and sucks on it, her eyes closing as she groans at the taste of it.
“No one’s ever had this. Say it, say I’m the only one.”
Victoria’s breath was ragged, watching Cassie suck on her own finger, her finger coated with her slick. “You’re the only one, Cass, just you. Only you”.
She doesn’t have to beg. Cassie’s mouth is on her pussy in a matter of seconds, using her tongue to lick at her clit, the feeling of this being far more addictive than any drug or drink could ever be.
Cassie hears her chatting please over thank you over and over again, which only encourages her to keep going. She wonders if Victoria could come from this; she bet she could, come from her mouth then come on her dick.
Victoria’s hips buckle as Cassie’s tongue is moving relentlessly on her clit, sucking and licking it. She licks again and again and again, not stopping for anything. She was so close; her orgasm was building from her stomach.
She’s wrapping her things around Cassie’s head to keep her closer, getting her deeper as she fucks into her leaking, tight hole. “It tastes so good.”
Victoria was a mess of whimpers and moans; she knew she wasn’t going to be able to last for much longer; Cassie wasn’t letting up. She learns that she likes it fast and hard; she may be a virgin, but she can’t say she’d ever prefer gentle sex over what’s happening to her right now.
Cassie speeds up and licks more, until she's yelling as she sucks onto her clit harder, pulling the orgasm right out of her.
She doesn’t let up; she’s slower now, letting the orgasm settle. Eventually, she pulls her face back, coated in her slick and come. Victoria’s breathing is shallow, and she can’t really speak.
“Are you okay?” Cassie asks after a while.
Victoria smiled wide, pulling her into a bruising kiss where she could taste herself on Cassie’s lips. “That was so fucking good.”
Victoria coming on her tongue was enough to not care about heaven and hell altogether. If fucking Victoria was a ticket to hell, she’d take 5.
“Cass, I really want to ride you.”
“Yeah?” Cassie cocked her head, eyes looking up at her with barely controlled lust.
Victoria pushed her down on the bed and got on top of her. “Mhm. So bad, it’s all I’ve been thinking about.”
“For how long?”
Victoria looked at her like she was debating whether she should reveal this information, but decided to anyway. “When I saw you half naked on my mother's couch, I wondered what it would be like.”
“Fuck, that long, huh?”
She nodded. “Can I?”
Cassie looked up at her and smiled, “You can do anything you want.”
“Good boy.”
Cassie’s dick was completely throbbing at this point; she was ready to be inside of her. But then she remembered.
“Do you have a condom?”
“No.”
“Baby, I can’t fuck you without one.”
Victoria pouted. “Yes, you can. I want you to.”
“It’s not safe; I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I’m on the pill, okay? Don’t worry about it.”
“Since when?” Cassie asked, knowing she wasn’t sexually active until now.
“Since the first time your dick was in my mouth.”
“Oh. You were just expecting this to eventually happen?”
“Well, if it wasn’t you, it was going to be someone. Now shut up and let me ride you.”
“We should probably still need lube.”
“God, you’re annoying, going all mom on me right now, really?” Victoria spit on her hand a bunch and lathered it down Cassie’s dick, causing her to groan as she did it a few more times.
“Good enough?” Victoria asked in a particularly annoying voice.
Cassie could only nod, positioning herself beneath her as Victoria straddled her hips. Cassie’s dick was rigid, slick from spit, and she gripped the base, guiding it to her entrance. With a slow, deliberate sink, she took Cassie in, her pussy stretching around her thickness, causing both of them to groan at the friction.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Cass,” Victoria whispered, starting to rock her hips, setting a steady rhythm.
Cassie’s hands roamed up her sides, cupping her breast as they bounced each time her body moved. She squeezed them gently, and Victoria’s head fell back, hips moving faster, moaning Cassie’s name.
“It’s like you were fucking made for it,” Cassie murmured, voice full of awe. “So fucking perfect, ride me faster, yeah?” Victoria arched into the touch, her movements quickening, taking in Cassie deeper with each thrust.
She’s never been this full in her entire life. No finger or toy could ever feel like this. She knew she was ruined for good.
Her pace built faster as Cassie whispered sweet nothings into her ear, bodies synced in an urgent need. Cassie felt Victoria’s walls clench around her dick; she knew if she didn’t pull out now, she was going to come hard inside of her. She wanted nothing more than to.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck. I’m going to come.”
“It’s okay, baby, come for me.” Cassie pinched her nipples hard, tugging enough just to send her over the edge, and she cried out as the second orgasm washed over her.
“Fuck.” Victoria breathed, her hips still going at a steady pace. “Come inside me.”
“Vic-“
“Come inside me, you idiot!”
Cassie didn’t waste another second, hips bucking up to bury herself deeper inside Victoria, spilling inside her with a loud groan.
Victoria collapsed forward onto her chest, as she wrapped her arms around Cassie. “You, fuck. That was a lot.”
“Sorry. It’s been a while.”
Victoria let out a small laugh. “Hm. Glad I could help, I suppose.”
Victoria lifted off of Cassie, whining at the loss of it all; she shifted next to her on the bed. “Okay, that was sex.” She ran her hand through her hair.
“It doesn’t have to be over,” Cassie said, turning to face her. “Unless you want it to be. Then like no pressure.” She quickly added.
“Oh, I don’t. I just thought I was doing you a favor since you're old and all.”
“Get on all fours,” Cassie said, trying to sound authoritative. Victoria just laughed as she obeyed.
“Can’t you just stop being you for like a minute?”
“No, it’s fun to watch you think you’re in control here.”
Cassie was luckily in this new position; Victoria couldn’t see the pout on her face. Because she was in control, wasn’t she?
“I don’t have all day, Cass,” Victoria said, rolling her eyes. Cassie, just as annoyed, didn’t ease into it as her dick pressed into her pussy.
“Fuck. You.” Victoria groaned into the pillow. Cassie was never one to enjoy fucking from behind, enjoying the eye contact aspect of it all, but Cassie could get used to it.
Cassie pounded into her harder, pulling out slightly just to push back into her just as hard, hearing nothing but a mixture of moans and whines coming from Victoria, finally getting her to be quiet.
“Cass,” she whines, finding Cassie’s hand and joining it with hers on her clit. “Fuck, you’re so…just like that.”
Cassie takes the hint, fingers working on her clit as her thrust grows more sloppy and uncoordinated.
After 42 years on this earth, bad decisions after bad decisions, a failed marriage, many hookups and dates that amounted to nothing, Cassie could safely say this was the best sex she’d ever had.
Cassie was on the verge of tears, feeling herself so deep inside of Victoria, hitting her g spot every time she fucks into her, hearing the sobs leaving Victoria’s mouth.
Cassie came first this time, feeling her come fill her up; Victoria joined her not soon after that, back giving out once she was done and falling on the bed.
“You okay?” Cassie asked, pulling out of her, come and slick coming with her. “You haven’t said anything.”
“…can’t believe I actually want you to speak. A first time for everything.”
“Shut up, Cassie, I’m fine. I’m just taking it all in.”
Cassie got out of bed and looked around at the mess they’d made.
She immediately regretted not thinking to put a towel down beforehand. There was no way Victoria was going to sleep comfortably like this.
With a quiet sigh, she pulled on some clothes and headed into the kitchen. She filled two glasses of water, grabbed a towel from the bathroom, and made her way back to the bedroom.
Victoria hadn’t moved much; she was still lying on her back, staring up at the ceiling, a lazy smile lingering on her face as though she were replaying everything in her head.
Cassie set the glasses on the nightstand before sitting beside her. “Here,” she said softly. “Let me help you.”
Victoria didn’t argue; she simply watched her.
Cassie cleaned her up as gently as she could before handing her a glass of water. “Drink.”
Victoria obeyed without complaint. “Thank you.”
She leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss against Cassie’s lips. It was strangely different from every other kiss they’d shared.
Gentler, more vulnerable.
When she pulled away, her eyes lingered on Cassie’s.
“I don’t want you to regret this.”
Cassie looked away for a moment, not because she didn’t have an answer but because she wasn’t ready to say it out loud.
She could feel Victoria watching her, patiently waiting.
Waiting for honesty.
Finally, Cassie let out a slow breath.
“I don’t.”
Victoria’s expression softened.
“I don’t think I could,” Cassie admitted quietly. “Even if I wanted to.”
For the first time all evening, Victoria looked genuinely relieved. She reached for Cassie’s hand beneath the blanket and laced their fingers together.
“You should probably use the bathroom,” Cassie said eventually.
Victoria groaned dramatically from beneath the blankets. “I don’t want to move.”
“You’re going to regret it later.”
Victoria rolled her eyes but reluctantly pushed herself out of bed. The moment she stood, she winced.
Cassie couldn’t help the small smirk that tugged at her mouth.
“Don’t.”
“What?”
“You’re smirking.”
“I am not.”
Victoria shuffled toward the bathroom, muttering something under her breath about Cassie being annoying.
The bathroom door clicked shut.
Cassie was still smiling when her phone suddenly rang.
The sound nearly stopped her heart. She reached into her pocket and pulled it out.
Eileen.
Instant panic.
If she didn’t answer, that would be strange.
If she did answer, that would somehow be even worse.
Cassie stared at the screen for two full rings before finally accepting the call.
“Hey,” she said, forcing her voice to sound normal. “What’s up?”
“Just checking on you.”
Eileen’s voice was warm. Guilt crept right back into her.
“You never called after you got home. I started worrying.”
Cassie’s stomach dropped.
Right.
She had completely forgotten.
It didn’t help that she never actually went back home, and instead came right to Victoria’s afterwards.
“Shit,” she said quickly. “I’m sorry. Long day.”
“It’s okay. I just wanted to make sure you were alright.”
“I’m fine,” Cassie lied. “Just in bed, about to start a book.”
“Oh?” Eileen laughed softly. “I was thinking about reading too. Maybe you could come over, and we could read together.”
Cassie closed her eyes; of course this was happening now.
“I—”
“Who is on the phone that’s taking all your attention away from me?” Victoria’s voice floated out from the bathroom as the door opened.
Cassie’s blood turned to ice.
There was a silence, a long, horrible silence.
Then:
“Was that—”
Eileen stopped. “Was that Victoria?”
Cassie’s grip tightened around the phone.
Across the room, Victoria froze, and Cassie couldn’t breathe.
Slowly, very slowly, their eyes met.
“…Is Victoria with you?”