Saturday, January 13, 2018

Story: A Perfect Match, Every Time - part 8

A Perfect Match, Every Time
by Varian Milagro


Chapter 8

As Cassidy slipped on her dress she looked over at Quinn, sleeping soundly, and knew that she should crawl back in bed with him and go to sleep too. He was the one she’d been matched with, not his sister. Yet, the promise that had come with the kiss in the van drew her away from the comforting arms of her new lover and out of his room.

She found Desiree in the living room, curled up on the couch, drawing in a large sketchbook, listening to Halestorm’s “Mz. Hyde” play over a portable bluetooth speaker sitting on the windowsill.

Desiree sat up and smiled when she saw Cassidy enter the room. “I was hoping that I’d see you tonight.”

“Do you have a charger?” Cassidy held up her dead phone.

Desiree popped to her feet, walked over to Cassidy and took her by the hand. “It’s in my bedroom.”

“You sure move fast.” Cassidy had just lost her cherry to Quinn and now she was hoping into his sister’s bed. What kind of slut was she becoming?

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Desiree trailed her fingers over the tattoo forming on Cassidy’s arm. “I just want to finish up Alice.”

Cassidy let Desiree lead her down the hall to the first door on the right and into a bedroom that clearly belonged to an artistic woman. Every square inch of the walls were covered with art of some form: postcards, posters, framed works on actual canvas, and even some pieces that Desiree had drawn directly onto the walls themselves

“Wow.”

“Have a seat.” Desiree pointed to her bed, which was a mattress lying directly on the floor under the thickest comforter that Cassidy had ever seen. “The charger is on the floor.”

Cassidy located cord easily enough, but it was already plugged into a phone.

“You can unplug mine,” Desiree said as she opened the door to a mini fridge that sat next to a drafting table. “Want a beer?”

“Sure.” Noticing a pack of cigarettes sitting on the floor next to a well used ashtray she said, “Do you mind if I have one of those?”

“Grab one for me while you’re at it.” Desiree popped the top off of a couple of Coronas.

Cassidy pulled two cigarettes out of the pack and then traded one for a beer. She sat on the mattress with her back to the wall. Desiree sat next to her, cross legged.

Once their cigarettes were lit, Desiree tapped their beer bottles together. “To new friendships.”

“Was smoking part of Quinn’s wish list, too?” Cassidy took a drag, finding it much easier to inhale than earlier in the day.

“Not directly. He’s always liked girls who had a bit of a wild streak, but he really likes seeing nice girls start behaving badly. Sex, drugs, rock and roll, that kind of thing.”

Cassidy took a big swig off her beer. “I’m starting to really like beer. Smoking pretty nice, too.”

“You’re just getting started, baby. You’ll get wilder every day for the next week or so. It’s going to rub off on you too, if it hasn’t already.”

“What do you mean?” Cassidy polished off her beer and then grabbed another. Beer and smoking went really well together.

“You were wearing a cross when I met you, so I’m guessing that you went to church. Now imagine one of your church friends doing something bad, like smoking or dressing like a slut.”

Cassidy pictured Penny dressed in a black corset and five inch stilettos with a lit cigarette hanging from the reddest lips imaginable. The rush she felt nearly made her moan.

“You got it. I can tell.”

“Well, fuck. What good does that do me? It’s not like Penny is going to take up smoking anytime soon.”

“You could talk her into making a match with Olga.” Desiree exhaled a jet of smoke that brushed the top of Cassidy’s head. “I have another brother you know.”

“Oh my god, you’re evil.” Cassidy suddenly wished she’d bothered to put on some underwear before she’d left Quinn’s bedroom. The heat from her pussy radiated over her thighs and the smell of her desire was only masked by all of the cigarette smoke.

“Maybe a little.” Desiree picked out a felt pen from the dozen or so that sat in a mason jar next to her bed. “You’re in charge of music while I finish up your arm. Just say ‘Alexa’ and then the name of a band or song.”

A woman’s voice said, “Sorry, I do not know that one.” It came from a tall cylindrical speaker sitting on top of the drafting table.

At first Cassidy had no idea what she should play. She had a strong feeling that Desiree wasn’t much of a Pentatonix or Ed Sheeran fan, but then names of other bands came into her mind, names like Korn, System of a Down, Otep, Seether and many more. “Alexa, play Make Me Wanna Die by The Pretty Reckless.”

Alexa acknowledged Cassidy’s request and a second later Taylor Momsen was screaming out the lyrics of her song.

“Alexa, volume three,” Desiree shouted out quickly. Taylor resumed singing at a much quieter level. “Shit, I forgot I had it up so loud.”

“Do you think Quinn woke up?” Cassidy said, ready to spring from the bed.

“Fuck no. A bomb could go off in the house and he won’t wake up unless it’s after eleven.” Desiree leaned forward. “You’re safe here with me.” She followed this up with a tender kiss.

Cassidy looked over at the alarm clock and saw that it was well after eleven. Realizing that Desiree had meant in the am, she lay back against the wall, the stress in her shoulders melting away.

Desiree was finished with Cassidy’s arm by the time they’d finished their beers. She gazed at Alice and then at the Fiction tattoo on her left arm. “Will you give me another tattoo?”

Desiree’s eye lit up. “Yeah. Just tell me what you want done and where you want me to put it.”

“You’re the artist.” Cassidy laid her hand on top of Desiree’s. “I want you to choose.”

“In that case, loose the dress and then lay down on the bed.”

Cassidy whipped off her dress. “You want me facing up or down?”

“It’s your body. You choose.”

Her initial impulse was to lay on her stomach. She wouldn’t feel nearly as exposed that way. Thinking about what Desiree had said about Quinn’s desire for girls who behaved badly she lay on her back and left her hands at her sides while struggling with the urge to cover herself.

“Good choice.” Desiree respostioned herself so that she was straddling Cassidy’s thighs. “Now where is a good place for a tattoo?” She brushed Cassidy’s hair off her chest. “I could put some flowers up here, some lilies or roses.” Her fingers trailed down to Cassidy’s breasts. “Some butterflies would look really pretty on your tits. You’re lucky, normal tattoos on the breasts hurt like a bitch.” She leaned forward and placed a kiss on Cassidy’s left nipple and then the right.

“I don’t think I can take much more of this.”

“But I’ve just gotten started.” She scooted her body lower down on Cassidy’s legs. “Belly tattoos are very popular.” She ran the tips of her nails around Cassidy’s bellybutton, making her squirm. “I could put your boyfriend’s name right her.” Desiree kissed Cassidy’s lower abdomen. “I’d put lots of hearts here and over here.” Her tongue dragged along Cassidy’s skin to the various spots on her body that might make good locations for heart tattoos.

Cassidy placed her hands on the back of Desiree’s head. “More hearts, please.”

“Mmm. Maybe you’d like them down here, too.” Desiree kissed and licked her way down Cassidy’s thigh. “Or even better yet, over here.” She slid her body between Cassidy’s legs and then kissed her on either side of her pussy.

Cassidy shrieked when Desiree’s mouth found her clit. She’d never felt anything so amazingly intense. She’d played with herself before, and like with boy/girl sex, she’d tried to imagine what it would be like with another woman. The real thing was so much better than her imagination. It might even have been better than her time with Quinn. Desiree knew what she was doing and did it several times, making Cassidy orgasm over and over again.

Eventually, Desiree let her new lover have a break, taking the opportunity to she shed her own clothing. Other than PE, it was the first time that Cassidy had been in presence of a naked woman since she’d realized that she might like girls “that way”. In PE she kept her eyes on anything but the other girl’s bodies. Tonight, however, she let her eyes roam over Desiree’s, taking in every soft curve and of course, all of her naughty bits. She was surprised that Desiree didn’t have more tattoos. For some reason she suspected that she’d have tons of them, but there was only were only a smattering and those were mostly on her arms and upper chest.

Cassidy’s hands joined her eyes in exploring Desiree’s body, her mouth soon followed. She wasn’t sure if she gave as many orgasm as she’d received, but she did decide that while she preferred the taste of Desiree’s love juices, it didn’t make her body explode in pleasure like her brother’s, so he won out, based on that alone.

It was after two in the morning before they finally stopped. They cuddled together while sharing both a cigarette and a beer.

“Did you decide on what kind of tattoo you want?”

“I told you, I want you to decide.”

Desiree handed Cassidy the beer. “Okay, but then I’m not letting you see it until I’m done.” She hopped off the bed. Less than a minute later she was back with a silky scarf.

“What are you going to do with that?” Cassidy said, eyeing Desiree nervously.

“I’m going to blindfold you. Now smoke up. Once this goes on it will be no moving until I take it off you.”

Cassidy took a long pull on the beer followed by a couple of puffs on the cigarette. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Desiree tied the scarf around Cassidy’s face and then picked up a pen and started drawing on her belly. The effects of the beer caught up with Cassidy and she was soon asleep.


Cassidy awoke utterly disoriented in utter darkness and to the sound of someone pounding on a door.

“Open the fuck up,” Quinn shouted from somewhere nearby.

She whipped off the scarf that had been covering most of her face to see Desiree sound asleep, sprawled over the lower half of her body. Sunlight spilled into the room from the window behind her. She also noticed that a substantial portion of her lower body was now covered in a massive tattoo.

“I’ll break this thing down if you don’t open in five seconds.”

Cassidy was afraid to answer, not knowing how he’d react if he heard her voice from inside his sister’s room. He was going to find out soon enough, but Desiree might know a better way to break the news to him. She shook her shoulder just as the pounding started again.

“What the fuck?” Desiree said as she started to wake up. Her eyes were still closed.

“Quinn’s outside your door,” Cassidy whispered as she tried to free her body from beneath Desiree’s “I think he knows that I’m in here.”

“Calm the fuck down, Quinn. I’ll be out in a minute,” Desiree yelled as she rolled over onto her side.

“Is Cassidy in there with you?”

“I’ll talk to you in a minute for fuck’s sake.” Desiree pointed at the pack of cigarettes laying on the floor next to Cassidy and then made a V with her fingers in front of her mouth.

“What are we going to do?” Cassidy whispered as she handed over the smokes.

Desiree held up a single finger in front of her lips. Quinn was making a racket outside of the room, stomping around, slamming doors. She lit her cigarette and then offered the pack to Cassidy, but she declined.

“We’ll tell him the truth. We got drunk while I was giving you some tattoos and we both passed out.” She looked lost in thought for a moment as she took a drag.

“Speaking of tattoos. What the fuck did you do to me last night?” Most of Cassidy’s torso was taken up with a tapestry tattoo of characters and scenes from Alice in Wonderland. All of the characters were sexy versions of themselves and some of the scenes were downright pornographic, especially those around her breasts or near her pussy.

“You don’t like it?” Desiree's expression looked like someone had just told her that her dog had died.

“It’s gorgeous, really. It’s just that I wasn’t expecting a tattoo over half of my body.” Cassidy ran her hand over her lower abdomen where Alice and the red queen were busy scissoring each other. “How long did this take you?”

“I don’t even know. I lost track of time. Based on how I feel, I couldn’t have had more than a couple of hours of sleep.” Desiree pulled on a black t-shirt that read, “All stressed out and no one to choke.”

Cassidy looked at the clock. It was now a little after 11am.

“You know, I don’t normally go around having sex with my brother’s girlfriends. Not that some of them haven’t been hot, but I’m not that much of a bitch to my brothers. I don’t know, there’s something different about you. I’ve been drawn to you ever since I first saw you laying helpless in that thornbush, all dressed up like Mary Poppins. Maybe Olga was right and I should have let Quinn setup his own match.” She shimmied into a pair of black jeans. “Stay here for a minute. I’ll go out and calm my brother down.”

Once Desiree left the room Cassidy pulled her phone off the charger and powered it on. While she waited for it to fully load she pulled on her dress and then brushed her hair with a comb she found on the dresser.

Going back to her phone she found that she had several voicemails from her mom and over twenty texts. She didn’t feel like listening to her mother’s voice so she scanned through the texts. They ranged from panicked, like “Are you okay? Please call me!”, to furious, like “How could you do this to me? You’re such an ungrateful child.”. The final text, which had been sent just a few minutes prior read, “Contact me now, OR ELSE!”

There was also a single text from Penny, reading “Call me, please.”

She didn’t like the thinly veiled threat in her mother’s last text. It was pretty obvious that the OR ELSE involved Olga. There was an impulse to call her mom, to plead with her not to steal another of her boyfriends, but there was no way she was going to beg that bitch. She’d just have to convince Quinn not to sleep with her stunningly sexy mom.

“He wants to talk to you,” Desiree said from the bedroom door. As Cassidy passed by, she whispered, “He doesn’t know shit.”

Quinn was sitting on the couch, flipping through channels. He didn’t look up as she approached.

“Sorry I fell asleep in your sister’s room last night, but look what she gave me.” Cassidy lifted her dress, exposing not only her new tattoos, but everything else as well, her underwear still being in his bedroom.

“You do know that my sister is a lesbian, right?” His eyes were angry and still glued to the television.

“I gathered that.”

“Well, sleeping in her bed is kind of like sleeping in my brother’s bed. Do you think that would be okay?”

“Did you even look at my new tattoos?”

His head whipped around. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“No, I don’t think it would be okay to sleep in your brother’s bed. I didn’t mean to sleep in your sister’s, but I’d been drinking and I fell asleep while she was doing this.” Cassidy motioned toward her abdomen.

His face softened as he took in his sister’s artwork on her body. “That does look pretty hot.”

“You know what else would look pretty hot?” She pulled up a picture of Penny on her phone, one she'd taken after church last month. “Imagine her being matched with Jax.”

“Do you even know what kind of girls Jax likes?” He had a scowl on his face, but there was a hopeful quality to his tone.

“Why don’t you enlighten me.” She sat on the edge of the couch and ran her hand down his chest.

“I don’t know what’s in his matchmaking profile and neither does Desiree, but all of the girls he's dated before have been really dark,” Quinn said.

“You mean likes dating black girls?”

“His last girlfriend loved to listening Slipknot while reading up on the occult.” Quinn stood. “Let me see your phone.”

He opened up a browser and quickly brought up a piece of fantasy artwork of a ginger haired woman with impressive measurements standing before a bubbling cauldron. A pentagram hung from her necklace and she wore an outfit that made her look like a Gothic version of Red Riding Hood. It was the girl's hungry, malevolent gaze that sent a shiver down Cassidy’s spine.

“Are you sure that she’d end up looking like this?” Cassidy’s pussy felt like it would gush molten liquid at any moment.

“Who knows. All I know is that he’s got pictures like this one all over his bedroom walls.” A nasty smile grew on Quinn’s face. “You sure you want to do this to your friend?”

Cassidy’s smile soon matched her boyfriend’s. “Oh, yeah.”

Quinn pulled her to him, kissing her savagely. “Fuck, I wish I could stay here and fuck you all day long. I have a thing i have to do in about an hour and it’s not something I can cancel, not with these guys.”

“I’ll be so lonely without you,” Cassidy said as she nibbled at his earlobe, wondering if she might be able to get some alone time with Desiree once Quinn left.

“I be back around 6.” He pulled at the neck of her dress, exposing her left breasts which he attached with his tongue. “You could use that time to set your friend up with my brother.”

“Okay, but I want to party tonight and get real fucked up. You think you could get me a fake ID like yours?”

“Go stand by the wall.” Quinn said. Once she was in place he took a couple of pictures of her with his phone and then texted them to friend. “My buddy Leroy will set you up. I’ll pick your new ID up on my way home.”

He scooped her up and carried her to his bedroom. Once they made it to his bed she gave him a blowjob since she’d be guaranteed to reach an orgasm and he didn’t insist on wearing a condom when she sucked him off.

Afterwards they shared a shower and then Quinn had to leave for his mysterious rendezvous. Before he left she made him swear that he’d never have sex with her mom. He said he wouldn’t, but she didn’t like the way he paused before committing so she told him that she’d cut his balls off if he did.

As soon as he was gone she decided that it was time to call Penny, but first she needed to figure out what she was going to say. Based on the timing she was sure that Penny had called at her mom’s request and that it hadn’t been her own idea. It was just as well. She’d been meaning to patch things up with Penny anyway. With everything that had been going on she could use a friend to talk to, not that Penny would approve of Quinn, her smoking, the tattoos, Desiree or anything else. If she could convince her to let Olga set her up with Jax, then she’d understand and they’d be best friends again.

“Your mom’s worried about you,” Penny said as soon as she answered the phone. “You should call her.”

The lack of so much as a “hello” rankled Cassidy a little, but she tried to keep it to herself. “Yeah, she’s left like a hundred messages on my phone. I’ll call her back when I don’t hate her so much.”

“What’d she do this time?”

“More of the same, only worse.”

“Oh.”

“I’m sorry about what I said before. You were right, my mom was being a slut and Richmond wasn’t the right guy for me,” Cassidy said.

“I could have been nicer about it.”

“I met someone new and he’s really cool. His name is Quinn and what’s even better is that he has a brother. I think you’d really like him.”

“I thought that the plan was to not date anyone until we got to UCLA. We need to focus on getting scholarships, not on relationships.”

“My mom is running her own Pilates studio now. She’s making enough money to send both of us to UCLA. If she won’t do it, I know that her boyfriend will. He’d do anything to get me to like him right now.” Truth was that Cassidy could give a flying fuck about college anymore. She didn’t know how she was going to survive another eight months of high school. Why would she pay someone to do it for four more years? It was bad enough that she had to go back to school tomorrow.

“I don’t know about this.”

“Just meet him, okay. We can all go to lunch together. You can decide for yourself then.” There was still a part of Cassidy that felt guilty about what she was going to do to her best friend, but the rest of her couldn’t wait to see what happened once Olga matched her to Jax.

“Okay. Either way, I can’t wait to see you. I missed you so much.”

Cassidy ended the call and then laid back on the bed, fingering herself to orgasm, imagining Penny dressed up in a sexy black witch’s costume, doing nasty things to herself with a broom handle.

2 comments:

  1. On my final read through of this chapter before posting, I decided to read it out loud. Half way through, my Amazon Echo suddenly comes to life and starts playing "Make Me Wanna Die" by The Pretty Reckless. It was a surreal and funny moment for me.

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  2. Fantastic! Definitely worth the wait as Cassidy's transformation deepens....

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