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“Did you bring your vibrator?”
“Trinity,” you groan in annoyance as you press your head to your shoulder, holding your phone up against your neck.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Fuck, fine,” you tell Trinity in defeat over the phone while you zip up your suitcase. “Yes, I did. Happy now?”
You don’t need to be in the same room as Trinity to know the exact face she’s making— smug and satisfied, and you even bet that she has an arm crossed.
“Afraid that my milf coworker won’t get the job done?” Trinity teases.
“I dunno, I would just rather have it than not. Can we change the subject now?”
“Okay, fine. So since you have your vibrator, are you completely packed?”
You quickly glance around your room. You’ve packed two suitcases to the brim, and you have a big carry-on bag with a purse inside. You’re going to be gone for over two months, so you’re making sure you have everything you need.
“Yeah,” you say with a completed sigh. “Everything’s ready to go.”
“I’ll pick you up in an hour then to drop you off at the airport?”
“Perfect. Thank you again, Trinity.”
“You better thank me with some bomb-ass souvenirs. Not only am I driving you to the airport, but this whole trip would not be happening without me,” Trinity tells you cockily. “That woman is my coworker who you met through me.”
You adjust your phone, bringing it to your other ear and slide your free hand into a pocket before replying, “I’ll bring you back some stuff, don’t worry.”
“That’s my girl,” Trinity replies with a grin you can feel on the other side of your screen. “I still can’t believe this is happening. I didn’t even know that McKay was loaded. You got your yourself a hot ass sugar mama, mama.”
You chuckle and sit down on the edge of your bed. “It’s crazy to me too. I’ve only met the woman once, and now we’re going on a nine hour flight together, and then we’re staying with each other for the whole entire summer.”
“I should’ve made a move on McKay,” Trinity says with a small laugh. “Then that would be me.”
“Too bad. Good for me though.”
“Hey! You should be thanking me for not hooking up with her.”
“Thank you,” you sarcastically tell Trinity.
“You’re welcome,” she replies with just as much sarcasm.
Then, you hear a laugh on the other end of the call.
“What?”
“It’s just,” Trinity starts to say as she attempts to calm her giggles. “McKay must really want your cookie bad.”
You scoff in annoyance, although, you’re smiling. “Goodbye,” you announce dramatically. “I’ll see you in an hour.”
The last thing you hear on the call before you hang up is Trinity’s laughter. You lay back on your bed, your legs dangling off of the edge. Now lying on your back, you raise your phone to the ceiling and open your messages with Cassie.
You’ve been texting this past week, mainly about trip logistics. It almost feels professional the way you two have been communicating. You’re sure that if you were to show your texts with Cassie to a total stranger, they’d assume she was your boss or older family member.
The lack of personality behind Cassie’s texts are making you nervous for the trip. You guys have been texting formally as opposed to how you’d text a friend or partner or someone yo hooked up with. You feel distant from Cassie, especially since the last time you saw her was when she invited you to come to Paris with her.
It’s possible that there will be no awkwardness, and maybe you’re just in your head. However, as the clock ticks by, you grow more and more anxious.
After an hour, Trinity pulls up to your apartment. She helps bring down your luggage, and you two load it into her trunk. You then get into the passenger seat. Trinity plays her Spotify daylist on the drive to the airport, a mix of indie, rock, and soft pop filtering through her car.
Trinity tells you about this patient she treated yesterday. He was trying to play fetch with his dog, and somehow ended up accidentally tripping over his dog and falling into the pool which resulted in a broken arm. Your attention on her story weaves in and out as your mind drifts to Cassie and the trip you’re about to take.
Once you arrive at the airport, Trinity pulls up to the curb. She offers to park instead to walk you in, but you tell her no. She would have to pay for parking, and you don’t need your friend to escort you. Trinity still helps you get your belongings out of your car.
You have a suitcase on your right and a suitcase on your left. You also have your big tote bag with your purse tucked inside swung over your shoulder. Thankfully, you are going to be able to check your suitcases when you get inside. You shoot Cassie a quick text letting her know you’re at the airport.
“Bitch, I can’t believe you’re going,” Trinity affectionately whines.
“I know,” you say with a small pout as you look at your friend. “I’ll miss you, girl.”
“Since you’re going to be gone for so long, I’ll offer you a single Trinity Santos hug voucher. It expires in five minutes.”
You laugh and shake your head as you pull Trinity into a hug. She reciprocates it and gives you a pat on the back when you separate while you give her a tiny squeeze.
“Thanks again for driving me.”
Trinity nods and looks at you for a moment before her eyes travel over your shoulder.
“Your girl’s over there,” Trinity tells you quietly, nodding behind you.
Confused, you turn around. It takes you a second before you see Cassie.
She’s leaning against a wall in a smoking designated area with a cigarette between her lips. Her outfit is simple — sweatpants, a baggy t-shirt, and Ugg slides. Cassie has her hair up in a loose ponytail, and that gold chain she was wearing last time is still around her neck.
After taking one more drag, Cassie flicks the cigarette to the ground and stomps it out. She then walks over to you and Trinity. You notice that she doesn’t have a suitcase with her, just a brown shoulder bag that’s somehow even bigger than yours.
Now up close, you also notice that her nails are painted black. A few days ago you went to the nail salon to get your nails done for since you’re going to Europe. You settled on almond shaped acrylics with a classic, deep red and a flower on the ring finger. How funny that both of you got your nails done.
“Hey,” Cassie greets you with a smile.
“Hi,” you reply, awkwardly tucking a strand of hair behind your ear.
Cassie’s gaze shifts from you to Trinity. She gives a small nod in acknowledgment to Trinity and offers her a friendly smile.
“Hey, McKay,” Trinity tells Cassie, a smirk twitching at the corner of her lips.
“Hi, Santos. I hope work’s okay while I’m gone.”
Trinity crosses her arms, a full-on grin now on her face. “I’m sure it will be. I hope this one treats you good on your vacation.”
You shoot Trinity a warning look before turning back to Cassie. Her hands are tucked into her sweatpants pockets as she stands there on the curb.
“If you ever want to visit y/n this summer, shoot one of us a text, and I can hook you up.”
Trinity’s eyes widen at the offer. “I’ll take you up on that, McKay.”
“Okay, byeee,” you tell Trinity hastily as you gently push her to her car.
“Goddamn,” Trinity mutters with a chuckle. Her voice then drops so only you can hear her. “Someone wants some alone time with her girlfriend.”
You roll your eyes and wave Trinity off. “Goodbye! See you in my nightmares.”
“I’ll bring the tea and demons. Ta-ta,” Trinity says with a playful smile before waving and getting into her car.
With a sigh, you walk back to the sidewalk. You go to grab your suitcases, but Cassie’s hand finds the handle of one of them. You open your mouth to protest, but Cassie beats you to it.
“I got it.”
“O-okay. Thanks.”
Cassie smiles softly, and then turns around. You trail behind her like a puppy and jog up to her side. The sterile, cloudy scent of the airport hits you as you enter. It’s barely 11:00AM, so it isn’t too busy right now.
“Do you not have luggage?”
From the side, Cassie glances at you for a moment before looking straight ahead again, watching where she’s going. “I already mailed most of my shit to myself. Everything should be arriving tomorrow evening Paris time.”
“Oh, that’s convenient.”
“It is,” Cassie confirms with a small chuckle.
You follow her into a line — well, it’s barely a line. There’s one older couple in front of you two, and you catch the “A-List Flyers” sign hanging above the counter.
When it’s your turn, Cassie introduces herself and lifts your suitcase she was rolling onto the scale next to the airport worker’s station.
“Okay, next,” the lady says as she tags it, then putting your first suitcase on the conveyor belt.
You start lifting your second suitcase, but Cassie does it for you, placing it on the scale. Once it’s weighed, it follows your other suitcase.
“Thank you, Ms. McKay. Have a nice trip now,” the worker tells Cassie.
“Have a good day,” Cassie says back with a polite smile before turning around, you following her.
“I hope that wasn’t too much trouble.”
“Huh?” Cassie responds, turning to look at you. “Checking your bags?” She then chuckles and shakes her head. “Honey, it’s not a problem at all, I promise.”
“Okay. Thank you again.”
Cassie nudges her shoulder against yours as you head to the escalator. “Don’t worry about it.”
Once you’re upstairs, Cassie directs you to security. Like downstairs, Cassie goes into a fast-pass lane. There’s still a considerable amount of people in front of you, but nowhere near as much as there is in the normal line.
You yawn and bring a hand up over your mouth. You were really anxious last night, so you didn’t get the best sleep. The fluorescent lighting of the airport is only making you more tired, something draining about it. You couldn’t imagine being a doctor like Cassie or Trinity and having to work in a hospital all day.
“Tired?” Cassie asks.
“A little,” you admit with a small chuckle.
“We can get coffee once we’re past TSA if you want.”
“Oh, that’d be great.”
Cassie smiles softly, your gaze meeting hers. You look away though as you yawn again. Before your eyes open back up, you feel Cassie wrapping an arm cautiously around you, making sure it’s okay.
Immediately, you lean into her touch and slump against her back. Cassie chuckles at that, a warm expression on her face. She holds you to her as you wait in line.
“You’ll get to nap on the plane,” Cassie tells you, her voice soft.
“I was planning on it. Even if I have to sleep sitting up, I’ll be knocked out.”
Cassie laughs, your body rattling against hers. “Trust me, baby, you’re going to sleep really good on this flight.”
After half an hour of waiting, you and Cassie are finally boarding. Behind Cassie you walk down the runway. You’re one of the first groups to board.
The other people with you are dressed nicer, so you start to feel self conscious about what you’re wearing — sweats, an off the shoulder t-shirt, and slides with fuzzy socks. Then again, it’s almost identical to Cassie’s outfit, and she may be richer than the other passengers boarding with you.
You follow Cassie to the back of the plane. When you enter into the cabin, it feels like you’re in a train. On either side there’s suites, and a sliding fabric door almost like a curtain opens to every room. In each one there’s a decent sized TV and two seats across from each other.
You take a few small steps closer until you’re right behind Cassie. You lean forward, your breath hot against Cassie’s next as you keep walking and gaping at your surroundings.
“Holy fuck. I’ve never flown first class before, so I don’t have a frame of reference, but this has got to be the first class of first class.”
Cassie laughs softly. “The seats turn into a bed.”
“You’re joking,” you exclaim.
“Dead serious,” Cassie chuckles.
She stops and enters a suite on the left, you right behind her. Once you’re inside, Cassie opens up a compartment that you didn’t even notice initially. She puts her bag in there. Cassie then turns to you, extending a hand.
“Do you want me to take that?”
Cassie’s words go in one ear and out the other. You’re looking at the cabin still. It’s a plane, so it’s fairly tiny, but it’s still huge compared to what you’ve seen.
“Helloo,” Cassie says as she snaps her fingers in front of your face.
You jump slightly and turn to Cassie. “Sorry,” you reply with an apologetic smile.
“It’s fine,” Cassie tells you with a chuckle. “Your bag?” Her gaze drops down to it, your eyes following hers. “Do you want me to put it in here?”
“Oh, sure!” You start taking off the bag. “Thank you, Cassie.”
“No problem.”
Cassie tucks your bag besides hers, and then takes a seat, letting out a half sigh half moan as she sits down. You do the same, sitting across from her. Cassie hasn’t buckled yet, so you don’t either. You figure you still have lots of time before takeoff.
“Flight attendants will come around in a few to take drink orders,” Cassie informs you. “Obviously I don’t drink, but if you want to, feel free.”
“Thanks, but I’m okay.”
Cassie holds your gaze for a few seconds, silently nodding. She then reaches to a sleek folder built into the wall. Cassie pulls out a menu and hands it to you.
You take it from her and look at it. You skip over the alcohol section entirely, not wanting to be tempted, and instead view their nonalcoholic beverages. They have Pepsi products, coffee, apple juice, orange juice, and of course, water. Since you just had coffee with Cassie before boarding, you’re thinking about getting a soda.
There’s more than just drinks on the menu though. Your eyes trail further down and see the food options. They have a few different soups and salads, but what really surprises you is the red curry, chicken enchiladas, and lamb chops.
“After takeoff they’re serving lunch, and then dinner in the evening,” Cassie tells you before you ask.
“Period,” you say excitedly as you hand the menu back to her.
Cassie chuckles to herself and tucks it away. You assume she must fly a lot if she doesn’t need to look at the menu.
“You already know what you want?” Cassie asks as she crosses a foot over her knee.
“I’m probably just going to get a Dr. Pepper and salad. The coffee I just had is filling me up right now, but I am so going full out for dinner.”
“The enchiladas are pretty good.”
“I was thinking about getting them, but I also love red curry.”
“Get ‘em both,” Cassie tells you with a shrug.
“I can do that?”
Cassie snorts, a playful glimmer in her eyes. “You can do whatever you want.”
“In that case… after we eat can we put the bed down?”
Licking her lips, Cassie crosses her arms. “If you want to.”
“Okay,” you say with a smirk while crossing your own arms and leaning back in your seat.
“There’s a lot of movie options if you want to watch something,” Cassie says, nodding her head to the TV.
“What kind of movies do you like?”
Cassie stares at you, her mouth slightly open like she’s surprised you asked about what she likes. She then blinks a few times before answering, “I’m down for anything, but I’m a horror girl through and through.”
“I am too!”
Leaning forwards slightly, Cassie squints. “Are you?”
You let out a breath of amusement. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I guess I didn’t peg you as a horror kind of girl.”
You smile and raise a brow. “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”
A half smile hangs from Cassie’s face as she says, “I bet I’ll learn soon enough.”
Still smiling, you look down to your lap for a brief moment before making eye contact with Cassie again. That same amused, provocative expression is on her face.
You open your mouth to speak, but you’re cut off by someone else.
“Hi there.”
You look to your right and see a flight attendant standing outside of your suite. She looks a few years younger than Cassie.
“My name is Janet. Please let me know if you need anything throughout this flight.”
“Hey, Janet,” Cassie says with a soft smile.
“McKay, right?”
Cassie nods before adding, “Cassie.”
“Ahh,” Janet replies in realization. “You look so much like your dad.”
Smiling, Cassie uncrosses her legs, now a little more spread out. Then she says, “I get that a lot.”
“Tell him I said hi.”
“I will.”
“Oh, and thank you! He flew with us a couple months ago. On that flight he asked me how I was doing, and I casually mentioned that my car blew up, and he gifted me your newest model.”
“That sounds like my dad.”
Cassie’s dad gifted a practical stranger a car? And she looks like him? The apple must really not fall far from the tree.
“Anyways, what can I get you two gals?”
“Ginger ale for me,” Cassie says.
You look up to Janet. “Can I have a Dr. Pepper please?”
“Of course,” Janet says as jots down your orders. “I’ll be back in a few minutes,”
Cassie closes the door once Janet leaves. With a sigh, Cassie slumps back in her seat. You’re staring at her, trying to put the pieces together.
“Wait… McKay… as in McKay Mechanics?”
Sheepishly, Cassie chuckles. “Yup.”
McKay Mechanics is a hardware chain you’ve been to several times. They make cars too, and they’ve been extremely popular over the last few years. You’re not a car person, but you recognize McKay cars because of their unique features — they’re authentically vintaged style cars with modern technology such as Bluetooth, built-in GPS, cameras, etc.
“What— do you— are you part of the company?” you manage to stammer out.
“Eh. I’ve floated ideas recently, but I’m not an officially involved anymore. When I was younger I worked there full-time, but I ended up deciding I wanted to go to med school. For me, McKay Mechanics is more of a hobby than a career now.”
“So that’s how you’re loaded.”
Cassie chuckles and nods. “Kind of? Yes, I made a lot of money from that, but my parents didn’t give me handouts. My mom got sick and passed when I was 27. I inherited her share of the business and most of her money. I have the amount of money I do because of her, though barely.”
“Barely?”
“I, uh, went down a really bad path after she died. I was spending money recklessly, and almost dumped everything she had down the drain. My dad stepped in and took away my access to my inheritance, so I ended up getting sober, and that’s when I realized I wanted to be a doctor.”
“I’m sorry,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper.
“Don’t be. I made my choices and learned from them.”
“But your mom wasn’t your fault.”
“No, I guess she’s the exception.”
Cassie’s looking at her hands now, avoiding eye contact with you. A wave of guilt hits you because you didn’t mean to pry or make Cassie upset. You sigh and tuck your legs under yourself.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to upset you.”
Cassie looks up at you with a soft smile. “You didn’t, I just… wasn’t expecting it.”
“If it makes you feel better to know something about me, I got laid off two weeks ago. The week before that, I got broken up with. Her name was Sloane. We were only together for five months, but it still stings, you know?” You suck in a breath, trying to release all negative energy as you exhale. “So it’ll be nice to have a break from all of that.”
“I’m sorry,” Cassie says, her face full of sympathy. “And you didn’t need to tell me all of that just because of what I shared.”
“I know, I guess I just wanted to. We’re going to be together this summer, so it’ll be helpful to know where I’m coming from.”
“In that case, thank you for letting me know.” Cassie voice lightens then, a playful tone replacing the seriousness of before. “I will make sure that all your troubles will be forgotten.”
“Why thank you,” you say with a hand over your heart, dipping down dramatically into a seated bow.
Cassie bursts out laughing, and you find yourself joining her. Neither of you even notice the knock on your door until the third one.
As your laughter subsides, Cassie slides open the door. Janet’s there with a tray of drinks. She hands Cassie her Canada Dry and you your Dr. Pepper.
“After we’re in the air, I’ll come around and take your lunch orders,” Janet tells you and Cassie with a smile on her face. “Anything I can get either of you in the meantime?”
Cassie shakes her head and looks to you. Your gaze goes from Cassie to Janet.
“Um, do you have any pillows?”
Janet nods and points to a storage cubby in your suit, next to the one with your and Cassie’s carry-ons. With an amused smile tugging at her lips, Cassie pulls it out for you. Inside there are two pillows.
“Oh.” You look back to Janet. “Sorry.”
“It’s alright, sweetie. Anything else?”
“No.”
“Thanks, Janet,” Cassie says.
Cassie closes the door again after Janet goes. You chat with Cassie, keeping the topics light as you wait for takeoff. Eventually, you have to go through the safety information, though it’s brief. Then there’s an announcement on the loud speaker instructing everyone to buckle up.
The plane rumbles as it heads down the runway. You’re regretting turning down Trinity’s edible offer right now, your heart racing. Leading up to a flight, you never experience any anxiety. However, when you’re actively taking off, you get on edge.
Cassie, seemingly noticing, talks to you. She starts out by asking you your favorite color to which you laugh at, the question silly, but you answer anyways. Then, Cassie starts to ask you about the summer.
“Is there anything you want to do? You have to have a list of tourist destinations.”
“There is this bookstore I want to go to.”
“A bookstore?” Cassie asks in surprise, her eyes narrowing. “I was expecting an answer like the Eiffel Tower or the Louvre.”
“I assume we’ll get to those. I really want to go to this bookstore though. It’s called Shakespeare and Company.”
“Oh I’ve been there! It’s a really cute spot.”
“Would you mind going again?”
“I’d love to,” Cassie tells you with an excited smile. “So you’re a reader?”
“Yes, I guess I am. I actually have a book in my carry-on.”
“What book?”
“The Secret History. I’m rereading it.”
“By Donna Tartt, right? That’s a good read.”
“So do you read too then?”
“When I have the time to. The last thing I read was The Silent Patient. I’m not sure if you’ve heard of it or not.”
“I have. That’s the one where a famous painter shoots her fashion photographer husband, and then refuses to talk, right?”
Cassie’s face light up. “Yeah, yeah, that’s the one! I’m not reading anything right now, but I did bring along a couple books.”
“Tell me what books,” you say with a chuckle when Cassie doesn’t elaborate.
“The Stand by Stephen King. I’ve read it a few times before but it’s been years. The Wedding People which was a gift for my last birthday from my sister that I still haven’t read yet. And…” Cassie pauses for a quick moment, trying to remember the third book. “Oh! Bonjour Tristesse! It’s a French book, so perfect for this summer.”
“Do you speak French?”
“Un peu,” Cassie answers, holding back a laugh. “My dad’s fluent and my mom was, so I know bits and pieces. I definitely would not consider myself fluent though.”
“That’s really cool. French is such a beautiful language.”
“It’s also a very rude language.”
“I bet.”
Before either of you say anything else, the pilot talks over the speaker again. He says that the plane is now past 10,000ft in the air, and it’s safe to roam about the cabin.
You resume your conversation once the announcement is over. Shortly after, Janet comes back to take your lunch orders. You and Cassie order what you want, and it’s brought out 20 minutes later. There’s a pullout table you and Cassie eat on.
Once you’re done eating, you put the table away. Janet comes back not too long after to take your trash. Then Cassie puts a do not disturb sign on the outside of your door. You then help her unfold the bed and lay a blanket and pillows on it.
The two of you settle in bed. The mattress is bigger than a twin but smaller than a full, so it’s tight. You try your best not to crowd Cassie, but it’s inevitable not to touch.
“Is this fine?” Cassie asks as she rolls onto her side, now facing you.
“Yeah, are you good?”
Cassie hums in agreement. You then close your eyes with a sigh. When you open them back up, you’re met with Cassie’s blue ones just inches away from you.
“I’m tired, and I know I need to sleep, but damn being on a plane is distracting.”
Cassie sits up and reaches to something on the wall, sliding a switch down. The lights dim as she does so.
“Better? At least a little bit?”
You smile appreciatively at Cassie as she lays back down. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure? Anything I can do to help?”
“Thank you, but it’s okay, I—”
You freeze as you feel Cassie’s hand on your waist.
Oh.
“Just let me know if you change your mi—”
You kiss Cassie, cutting her off. Her hand on your hip slides to your lower back, pushing you closer to her. You rest one hand on Cassie’s cheek while the other grips the front of her t-shirt.
Cassie’s hand ventures down your pants, past your underwear, to your needy cunt. Skillfully, her thumb finds your clit, and she begins to stroke the bud. A broken, pleasured sigh leaves you as Cassie provides stimulation.
“I love how wet you are,” Cassie purrs, her fingers finding their way to your hole while keeping her thumb on your throbbing clit.
“Fuck,” you moan softly.
“Shh, you gotta be quiet, baby.”
You whine in response and shut your eyes. Cassie inserts her pointer finger inside of you, quickly followed by her middle. She slowly massages your sensitive walls, getting you used to the stretch before adding her ring finger.
As she sinks in a third finger, you moan quietly and nuzzle your head into the crook of Cassie’s neck. You kiss and suck on her skin there. Cassie tilts her head to give you better access.
She lets out a sigh of pleasure as you nip at a particularly sensitive spot just below her ear. At the same time, her fingers knuckle deep inside of your cunt curl and twist.
Your hips twitch, and your fingers dig into Cassie’s bicep. She keeps a leisurely pace, but your body craves more. You roll your hips against Cassie’s hand, chasing your high.
Cassie presses down hard on your clit and slides her fingers out of your slick pussy, leaving just the tips in. You whine against her neck as she comes to a stop.
“Just relax, hon.”
You bite down on Cassie’s pulse point, then soothing it over with a kiss before murmuring, “Cass, you’re so mean.”
That nickname rolling off your tongue sends chills down Cassie’s spine. With no warning, she thrusts her fingers back inside of you, making you gasp.
“Just let me take care of you, ‘kay?”
“Mhm.”
Cassie curls her three fingers, finding your g-spot. Your head falls back against the pillow. As she hits your sweet spot, you bite down on your lip, stifling a moan. Cassie smirks and leans forward, planting a kiss on your cheek.
“You’re doing so good, baby,” she murmurs against your soft skin. “Keep being quiet.”
Your brain gets hazier, becoming more consumed by Cassie with each second. You feel your breathing growing heavier, small pants and moans escaping you. Your toes curl in the sheets, your body writhing all because of Cassie.
Her movements gradually increase, although still gentle. Cassie falls into a rhythm that has you breathless and needy. She circles your swollen clit faster, your body squirming in response.
“Tell me when, baby.”
“J-just keep go-going,” you stammer, completely dazed.
Cassie’s smirk only grows, and she works faster. You let out a moan that morphs into a yawn which Cassie groans at, the knowledge that she’s fulfilling her task of making you sleepy satisfying.
With her spare hand, Cassie glides a hand up your shirt, settling on one of your breasts. She kneads it in slow circles, matching the movements of her thumb rubbing your bundle of nerves.
Cassie stares at you intently, her blue eyes burning into you. She devours every detail, every twitch of your body, every noise you make. As Cassie’s fingers weave in and out of you faster, you’re unable to stay still.
Your hips grind against Cassie’s hand at no specific pace, moving solely based on need. Cassie leans forward to catch your mouth in a fiery kiss. After a few moments, she bites down on your bottom lip, then giving it a peck before she breaks the kiss.
“You gonna cum, baby?”
“Uh huh,” you moan.
“C’mon,” Cassie coos, curling her fingers deep inside of you.
You finally fall over the edge. Your orgasm washes over you, Cassie’s movements never faltering. You press your lips together, fighting back loud moans as Cassie’s fingers fuck you through your high. A few hushed moans escape you, however, that Cassie quietly moans at.
Once your high fizzles out, Cassie pulls her fingers out and brings them to her mouth. She sucks your stickiness off as if she’s licking Cheeto dust off of her fingers. After they’re clean, she brushes some hair out of your face.
“You okay?” Cassie asks, her thumb brushing over your forehead.
You nod, still lost in post-orgasm bliss. Cassie chuckles softly and brings a hand to your lower back, gently caressing your skin through your shirt. You close your eyes and scoot closer to Cassie, nuzzling your head against her chest.
An affectionate smile grows on Cassie’s face, finding your clinginess right now endearing. She keeps comfortingly rubbing your back and rests her head on top of yours, your guys’ breathing in sync now.
You curl up, and your hands come to rest below your face, pressing softly against Cassie’s chest. The sound of the airplane is soothing now, more like white noise than a repetitive buzzing.
“Hey,” Cassie whispers sweetly. “You can go to sleep.”
“Am I okay like this?” you ask, your voice tenderly rough and tired.
“Yes,” Cassie replies instantly, her grip on you tightening almost possessively.
“Mkay.”
It doesn’t take long until you drift off. Within a few minutes, you’re sound asleep. For a bit Cassie stays awake watching you. Even though you’re unconscious, she never stops drawing lazy shapes on your back.
Eventually, Cassie can’t fight sleep any longer. She succumbs to it, shutting her eyes as her body relaxes. Cassie’s cheek rests on the top of your head, your hair tickling her face.
Cassie falls asleep like that, her arms remaining around you. The two of you are in your own little bubble, the rest of the world fading as you sleep in each other’s arms. The plane ride continues, but you stay asleep with Cassie, your body finally catching up on the rest it needs.
By the time you arrive in Europe, it’s a little past 4:00AM. On the flight, you and Cassie ended up napping for almost two hours.
Dinner was served four hours ago. It was filling and delicious, but you passed by a bakery in the airport, the smell of pastries making your stomach rumble.
You get your suitcases from baggage claim. Then you follow Cassie outside. The two of you take a taxi, the sun rising during your drive.
The whole time you’re looking out the window. You silently admire the architecture — it’s vastly different from Pittsburgh. You catch glimpses of the Eiffel Tower a few times and pass by several major railway systems.
After twenty minutes or so, you approach a more suburban area. There are some early risers on the streets. You spot a handful of joggers and a couple of bikers. You’ve passed by at least ten coffee shops.
The car eventually comes to a stop outside of a huge apartment building. There are balconies outside of every window, each one looking elegant. The roof is a rusty teal, and the building is off-white. You’re not sure exactly how old it is, but you can tell it has to at least date back to the ‘50s.
You and Cassie step out of the taxi. She pays the driver, and then helps you with your suitcases — even though you can do it on your own — and plucks out her keys from in her bag.
“Do you want to get breakfast someplace after we drop your stuff off?”
“I’m cool with whatever you want to do.”
Cassie chuckles and flips the key ring around her finger. “I’m asking you, honey.”
You smile and sigh in exasperation. “I kind of what to go get a little something to eat and some coffee, but we can totally get it to-go if you want to lay down.”
Cassie shakes her head and kisses your temple, the affectionate peck taking you by surprise. She then nudges your shoulder with hers, a smile hanging from her face.
“We’ll go eat then. I know a great spot just two blocks away.”
You follow Cassie to her home. There’s a security system in place to enter the building that Cassie gives you the code for. Her front door is tall and white with cracked paint. Cassie’s keys jingle as she pushes her apartment key into the lock.
Your jaw is on the floor when you walk in.
The living room has three tall French windows that Cassie opens to let in the morning light. There’s a wrought-iron balcony and a view of cream-colored buildings. Way in the distance, you can even see the Eiffel Tower. Sunlight pours across the honey-toned hardwood floors as you walk on them and take in Cassie’s Parisian apartment.
Two white sofas soften the room, their rumpled cushions inviting and cozy. There’s a low white coffee table scattered with a couple books and a single hat Cassie must have left here. The muted reddish brown rugs beneath the furniture remind you of Cassie’s apartment back in Pittsburgh. You don’t know when Cassie last visited her home here, but it looks well lived-in.
The dining area sits beside the windows, where there’s a small table with four chairs. There’s an arch behind it, leading into the kitchen. The checkered tiles on the floor make it feel very French. You wonder if Cassie cooks or if she’s more of a takeout kind of girl. From where you’re standing, the kitchen appears pretty small, but it’s still bigger than the one you had back in college in your off-campus apartment.
While you admire your home for the summer, Cassie’s taking care of your suitcases. You don’t even realize she left the room until you turn around and no longer see her or your luggage.
“Cassie,” you call out.
“In here!”
To the left of you there’s an archway leading into a hallway where Cassie’s voice came from. You venture inside and find three doors. One is shut, the other is open with a bathroom inside, and the third is opened too. It’s the master bedroom.
When you step in, you’re met with a warm smile from Cassie. Your suitcases are lined up outside of what you assume is the closet. Her bedsheets are a light blueish green, and naturally there’s a balcony. While this bedroom is smaller than Cassie’s Pittsburg one, her Paris bedroom feels so much more expensive, not only because of the architecture but because of the decor.
“Did you decorate this place by yourself?”
“Pretty much. My aunt helped some. A lot of the furniture I have here was my mom’s.”
The pieces click into place.
“Well it’s gorgeous.”
“Thanks,” Cassie says with an awkward smile as she brings a hand up to scratch the back of her neck.
Cassie’s ponytail is halfway fallen out, her bangs are a mess, and she has poofy red flyaways. It’s cute though, especially the reason why her hair is disheveled is because of sleeping with you on the plane.
“Do you need to use the bathroom or freshen up or anything before we go?”
“That would be great.”
Cassie points down the hall to the bathroom. “It’s right in there. If you need anything, just let me know.”
“Mkay, I’ll be right back.” You smile thankfully and then walk to the bathroom.
When you enter, to your right there’s a glass shower. To your left there’s a single sink that’s bigger than most back home. Beside the sink is the toilet, and against the back wall is an elegant tub. Above it are large double windows framed in crisp white trim that overlook other apartment buildings across the street.
You wash up quickly, not caring too much about your appearance. It may be the early morning here, but it’s past 10:00PM back home. If you were still in Pittsburgh, you’d be going to bed soon.
When you come out of the bathroom, Cassie’s stepping out of her bedroom. You both stop in your tracks, the hallway becoming smaller under your shared gaze.
While you were in the bathroom, Cassie must’ve fixed her hair, a neater ponytail now in her dark ginger locks. She has her wallet, keys, and phone in one hand while the other is behind her on the doorknob.
“Are you ready to go?” Cassie asks with a tired yet soft smile.
“I’m ready whenever you are.”
“Perfect.”
Cassie stuffs all of the items she’s carrying except her keys into the pocket of her sweatpants. You follow her down the hallway to the front door. Cassie opens the paneled door for you. With a thankful smile, you step out, Cassie then doing the same.
She locks the door behind her, and then you head down the stairs to the ground floor. The cool summer breeze greets you when you step outside. You walk beside Cassie as she guides you to the breakfast spot. You take in the simple yet breathtaking sights on the way over.
You reach a corner, waiting until the light turn green to cross. There’s a blonde woman who looks to be in her 30’s smoking a cigarette in front of the building behind you. She’s makeup free except for her painted red lips.
“One second,” Cassie says, giving your arm a squeeze before walking away.
Your eyes follow her. Cassie tucks her hand into the pocket of her sweats and approaches the woman.
“Can I bum one?”
The lady looks Cassie up and down, judgement in her eyes. “No,” she tells Cassie with a thick French accent.
“Je vous paierai,” Cassie responds as she pulls out her wallet. “Que diriez-vous de cinq euros?”
The French woman nods and takes a drag off her cigarette before replying to Cassie. “Uniquement parce que tu n’es pas un sale Américain.” A smug smirk of approval grows on the lady’s face.
You have no idea what the woman said, but your best guess is that she made a jab about being American since American was the only word you understood. Cassie chuckling only furthers your theory.
Cassie hands the woman a green bill with a five printed on it. With her pointer finger and thumb, the woman plucks the euro from Cassie and tucks it into her purse.
The lady then places her burning cigarette between her lips and pulls a cigarette pack out of her purse. She opens it and hands Cassie a loosie.
The woman exhales the smoke, now holding the cigarette between two fingers. “You need a light with that?” she asks, her accent prominent.
“S’il te plaît,” Cassie replies.
Please.
You feel a sense of pride, having understood that. Though, that’s pretty much the extent of your French.
Digging through her purse, the lady pulls out a gold lighter. Cassie puts the cigarette she was given between her lips and the woman lights it for her. Cassie takes a long drag, exhaling the smoke to the side.
“Have a good day,” Cassie tells the woman who gave her the cigarette as she begins to step backwards.
“Bon vent,” the French lady replies flatly, a little bit of sarcasm in her tone. She looks away then, her blonde hair flowing in the wind.
“Here,” Cassie says as she approaches you, taking the tip of the cigarette out of her mouth and handing it to you.
“Thanks,” you say as you take it from her, your fingers brushing.
You bring the cigarette to your lips and inhale. You hold the heavy smoke in your lungs for a few seconds before blowing it out. This cigarette is more earthy and pungent than what you’re used to. You’ve never had a French cigarette before now, but you know that they’re known for being stronger, and now you see why.
This time you take a smaller drag, then you hand the flaming smoke back to Cassie. She takes a hit just as the light turns green. The two of you begin to cross.
“It’s a Gauloises,” Cassie informs you.
“Is that the brand?”
Cassie nods as she hisses back smoke. “Yeah,” Cassie says before letting the thick cloud escape. “I try to stay clear of them because of how much tar and nicotine they have, but damn they hit.”
As you reach the other side of the street, you extend a hand out, silently asking Cassie to pass the cigarette. She does, the two of you now walking down a sidewalk.
You take one drag before handing the cigarette back to Cassie, trying to savor the flavor. “It’s definitely rich,” you say as you exhale the strong smoke.
“If I’m ever tempted to buy a pack of these, you better stop me.”
“Will do,” you say with a small laugh.
Cassie stops outside of building, you doing the same. She takes a long hit of the cigarette before passing it to you. After you take a drag, you quietly hand it back. Cassie takes a final puff before dropping the bud to the sidewalk, stomping the flame out.
“Wanna go inside and order?” Cassie asks you, nodding to the cafe in front of you.
You smile softly and nod in response. You guys enter the quaint cafe, the smell of baked goods and coffee quickly flooding your senses. You and Cassie get in line, only two people in front of you.
You take a look at the menu behind the counter, reading the various options. Your eyes then drop to all the pastries in the display, your mouth practically watering at all of the treats.
Cassie leans towards you, her shoulder touching yours. “Their croissants are really fucking good. Same with their omelets if you are in the mood for something more savory,” she murmurs in your ear.
“Everything looks so good.”
“I know,” Cassie replies, her eyes on you.
That makes you look away from the food and turn your head to Cassie. Her face is only a few inches from yours. You catch her eyes dropping down to your lips for a split second. She then presses them together, her dimples poking out of her cheeks.
“Do you know what you want?”
“Mhm,” Cassie hums in response.
Then, Cassie untucks her lips, licking them as she does so. You stare at her for a couple more seconds before leaning in to kiss her. Cassie brings an arm around your neck, pulling you close.
But your kiss is no more than five seconds due to a worker interrupting you.
“Next!”
The kiss breaks, but Cassie keeps her arm around you. You guys walk up to the counter. Cassie orders first, going slow so you can finalize what you want. Your eyes scan the menu until you finally pick something — well, a few somethings.
Once your food is ready, you and Cassie find a table outside. Since it’s later now, more and more people are coming out to start their day. While you eat, you chat with Cassie and admire your surroundings.
After you’re both finished, you head back to Cassie’s place. You walk side by side, the sun shining down on the both of you.
“I was planning on napping when we get back,” Cassie tells you. “I was gonna set an alarm for noon or one.”
“That’s smart.”
It’s nearly midnight back in Pittsburgh, but almost 7:00AM in Paris. Napping for a bit and then waking up would help adjust to the time zone switch.
“I have a spare apartment key I’ll give you. While I’m sleeping you can explore the city if you want to.”
“I think I might nap too. We didn’t even get two hours of sleep in the plane.”
Cassie turns to you with a small smile before looking ahead again. “You’re more than welcome to. I have another bedroom besides mine, but the bed is a twin. If you want to use it I’ll have to swap out the sheets and tidy up. But you can stay in my bedroom if you prefer.”
“Okay. Thanks, Cassie.” You pause for a moment before asking, “do you have a preference?”
“Honestly? I just want you to do whatever’s comfortable for you. I’m happy to share my bedroom if that’s what you want.”
“Then I think I’ll try it out. If you get sick of me, let me know and kick me out,” you say with a chuckle.
“You’ll probably get sick of me before I get sick of you,” Cassie jokes.
The two of you keep walking to Cassie’s place. A minute later, you arrive. Cassie punches in the code to enter the old building — 7734.
When you get inside her apartment, Cassie takes off her shoes, you doing the same, and then she grabs a key from a ceramic dish besides the door. She hands it to you.
“A key to the apartment,” Cassie tells you.
“Perfect,” you say as you take the gold key from her. You then tuck it into a small pocket within your purse.
Cassie heads straight to her bedroom, you trailing behind her. After your nap, you think that you’ll shower, wanting to wash off all the travel germs accumulated throughout the day. Right now you just want to rest.
With a groan, Cassie sits down on her bed, the mattress creaking. “God, my body hates me when I travel,” she complains.
“Tense?” you ask, standing at the foot of the bed.
Cassie rubs a hand over her exhausted face and nods. “Very.”
“Do you… want help with that?”
Cassie jerks her head in your direction, clearly not expecting your offer. Her look of surprise quickly melts into one of desire.
“Are you sure you’re not too tired?”
You let out a small laugh and round the bed, walking to Cassie. “I’m fine. It might help make me go to sleep faster,” you say with a playfully raised brow. “Besides… I feel bad that I haven’t returned the favor.”
Now in front of Cassie, she grabs your hips. “You don’t have to, baby,” she tells you, her thumbs rubbing circles on your skin through the fabric of your sweatpants.
Your hands find her shoulders. “I’m offering because I want to, Cass.”
Then, before Cassie responds, you lean down and kiss her. She gives your hips a squeeze before sliding her arms to your lower back, pushing you closer to her.
Standing between her legs, you cup her cheeks. Your tongue darts out, and Cassie opens her mouth for you. Hungrily, your tongue maps out every inch.
Cassie’s hands slide down to your ass, pinching and squeezing. You stay like that, kissing for a few more moments before she gives your behind a playful sway and breaks the heated kiss.
“Get undressed,” Cassie commands, her voice husky now.
You don’t respond with words. Instead you start to strip, Cassie doing the same. Once you’re both naked, she grabs your wrist and tugs you onto the bed with her.
Cassie’s sitting against the headboard, and you settle between her slightly spread legs. She pulls you in for a kiss again. Your hands wander down her bare chest, cupping her breasts. Cassie moans into your mouth as you knead her plump flesh.
Slowly, Cassie breaks the kiss. The second her mouth is off of yours, she dives forward to your chest, dragging her tongue across your tits. She settles on the left one first, kissing and nippling.
Cassie trails hot, wet kisses to the other side. She takes your breast in her mouth, and you arch into her touch with a gasp. Before Cassie takes her mouth away, she gently nipples on your hardened bud, then realizing your tit with a pop.
You lean down, kissing and sucking on her neck while your hands slide down her body. Your palm cups Cassie’s cunt, and her hips jut up into your hand. You smile against her skin, kissing your way up to her ear.
“I wanna taste you,” you whisper to Cassie, your heated breath in her ear.
She gasps as you press your palm harder against her, the heel of your hand pressing against Cassie’s clit. Her eyes flutter shut momentarily before opening with hunger and need.
“Go ahead,” Cassie says back.
With her permission, you kiss down her neck to her chest, all the way to her stomach. You press soft kisses on both of her hips before looking up to her.
“Lay down.”
Cassie smirks at your command and shimmies down the bed until her head hits the pillow. Now settled, you grab her beefy thighs and separate them. Cassie brings her knees up, her feet on either side of your bare body.
You dive down, kissing Cassie’s inner thighs. Her dominate hand finds your hair, holding onto you tightly. Already, Cassie’s breathing is uneven, and her body twitching under your touch. You finally place your mouth on Cassie’s wet pussy.
Your tongue slides down Cassie’s slit then back up. When your mouth finds her throbbing clit, she gasps and fists your hair. You take the time to explore her and learn what makes her writhe.
“Fuck,” Cassie moans. “You’re doing so good, baby. K-keep going.”
Cassie’s praise only turns you on more. You bring two fingers to join your face, parting her folds with your pointer and middle fingers. You suck and lick Cassie’s cunt all the way down to her opening.
As your tongue slides in, Cassie grinds down onto your face. You press against her walls, your spit and her arousal coating the pink muscle. At the same time, your hands grip her thighs, holding them apart.
“Motherfuck—” Cassie gasps.
You drag your tongue up to her clit again. A moan spills from Cassie’s lips, so you suckle harder. Her hand on your scalp guides you, and you happily follow the movements. Both of your heavy breathing, Cassie’s groans, and the wet, sticky sounds filter through the room.
“I—” Cassie cuts herself off with a moan. “Fuck,” she shudders, “I’m close, baby.”
You hum in response, not wanting to tear your mouth off of her pussy to speak. With a low groan, Cassie pushes your face closer to her dripping cunt. With her spare hand, she claws desperately at the bedsheets.
You’re completely lost in between Cassie’s legs, everything about her intoxicating. You keep going, letting little moans of your own spill out every now and then.
“Right fucking there,” Cassie whines, fisting your hair even tighter.
Cassie relentlessly grinds down on your face, her hips rolling at a faster pace. You moan as you feel Cassie’s plush thighs press against your face. Your nails on her skin dig in as her moans grow louder.
Then her orgasm hits.
As Cassie finishes, she cries out your name. Her thighs clamp down on your head, making you dizzy with pleasure. Cassie’s head is thrown back onto a pillow, her eyes shut while the aftershocks rush throughout her body.
A final broken, satisfied moan falls from Cassie’s lips. You slow your movements as the hold Cassie’s hand and thighs have on you loosen. You press a soft kiss to her cunt before pulling back.
Immediately, your gaze locks onto Cassie’s. She’s looking at you through half-lidded eyes with an insanely cute fucked-out smile. She grabs your wrist, tugging you upwards, a faint smirk growing on your face while she brings you closer.
Cassie captures your lips in a kiss, moaning softly as she tastes herself on you. When she breaks the kiss, you lay on your side next to her. Cassie puts an arm around you, so you drape one across her chest, your hand settling on her waist opposite of you.
“You good?” Cassie mumbles, still catching her breath.
“Mhm,” you hum in confirmation.
Silence stretches between the two of you as your breathing slowly returns to normal. Your cheek is pressed lightly against Cassie’s shoulder while her fingernails draw lazy lines up and down your back.
After a few minutes, you break the silence.
“You taste good,” you murmur with a smirk.
Cassie starts cackling, and giggles come from you upon hearing the sound of Cassie’s infectious laugh. Smiling, she presses a peck to the top of your head.
“You can have a taste anytime, baby,” Cassie teases.
Softly, you hum and sleepily smile, your eyes shutting now. You nuzzle your head into the crook of Cassie’s neck, getting more comfortable.
Cassie welcomes your closeness. She gently strokes your hair in a slow, rhythmic motion that feels protective and almost maternal. Cassie’s eyes flutter close.
The room is so quiet now. The morning light paints soft stripes across the bed and onto you and Cassie. You can hear a couple birds chirping, a melody being sung. It sounds like they’re on the balacony, but you don’t open your eyes to check.
“We can do whatever you want to when we wake up,” Cassie murmurs.
“Mkay,” you lazily reply as you grip your human pillow tighter. “Rest up, Cass.”
“You too, hon.”
Then, in the matter of minutes, you both drift off in each other’s arms. The city outside comes to life — people getting food and coffee, residents going to work, tourists sightseeing, cars driving down the Parisian roads.
But inside Cassie’s apartment, the world consists of just the two of you.