Cassie's Birthday - Sex Stories

Cassie's Birthday

... expected. She welcomed that feeling and let go, but she should have clamped down and remained in control. So she had ended up sexually assaulting the one guy she had felt a connection with, the one she wanted to be with, and wasn't sure even felt the same. Yeah, she couldn't face him after that. Sitting in her room staring at her reflection in the mirror, which she'd been doing for about an hour, trying to find herself again, she finally stood up and went downstairs where her family waited. They were throwing a small birthday celebration for her, consisting only the four of them; Jill had made the professional-looking cake, Michael and Gordon had been the ones to set up the decorations, while Cassie locked herself away in her room all day trying not to think about the heartbreak that engulfed her. Upon entering the kitchen, flipping the light switch as she went, Jill, Michael, and Gordon, all sporting a party hat and those annoying noise makers, jumped out from behind the counter, shouting, "Surprise!" She was surprised, but her heart wasn't in it. So she forced a convincing smile. "Awe," she said, her stomach in knots. "Thanks you guys!" She gave them each a hug. "Happy birthday, Cassie!" Gordon jumped up and down excitedly. For being ten years younger, he was smart and quick, and somehow always knew how to make her feel just a tad bit better. Gordon hugged her tightly, almost as if he were hugging the pain she felt, ebbing it away. "I love you," he said, his big brown ...

... eyes gazing at her adoringly. "I love you, too, Gordy." She gave him a little squeezing hug. After that he took her by the hand and brought her over to the kitchen table, exclaiming something about opening his gift first. The small celebration flew by, lifting some of her gloomy mood. She had opened her presents—pajamas and lingerie (she hadn't taken out of the bag) from Jill, perfume from her father, and a sky-blue iPod that Gordon had picked out. They lit the candles, all eighteen of them, and she blew them out after they sang her 'Happy Birthday'. After that, she went to her room and plopped down on her bed. Grabbing one of the pillows on her bed, she hugged the lump of cotton close, curling in a ball around it; she felt as if she were falling to pieces. Thoughts of Skylar invaded her mind again. He was always on her mind, somehow bringing her more comfort, yet at the same time killing her resolve. His venom had begun to stir feelings within her she'd had for a while, but they magnified them beyond being bearable. A moist sensation seeped out between her thighs, and she definitely had had enough of touching herself; she only made it worse. But I can't sit in soaked underwear the rest of the day. Reluctantly, she dragged herself off the bed and headed to her bathroom, grabbing a change of clothes and the lingerie Jill had gotten her. She turned the hot water on and stripped off her clothes. The steaming water hit her skin, loosening her tense muscles. She washed her hair with ...