by Writing Shark
A Normal Evening in Front of the TV
Actually, your girls need to go to sleep soon. Four of them have a shoot tomorrow. And yet now you’re sitting on the sofa with them and Jackson while Cassie has retreated to the bathroom. You look at Jackson, wanting to make sure he understands what’s happening. But he’s busy with Odele. And besides, you don’t know what’s happening.
The solution comes a little later.
“Ready to go?” Cassie’s voice is a little quieter but firm, that feminine confidence that has always appealed to you. You all turn to the girl coming out of the bathroom.
“Cassie… what…” Your dream girl makes it simple. A blue one piece bathing suit and nothing more. The suit has cutouts at the hips and back, but covers her entire backside. You know that because she modeled it to you a few weeks ago before she switched to Bikinis on your proposal. The world stops for a moment as you watch Cassie clench her fists, tighten up and then walk across the room.
Jackson has Odele and Nora next to him, both looking at you wondering what to do, stay put and help you or make room and help you in another way. But it’s not your decision.
Before Jackson can say anything, the girl is standing in front of you, her bare feet digging into the soft carpet and you see her belly rise and fall smoothly under the tight fabric.
And then she sits down.
On your lap.
“So what do we want to see?” she asks, smiling “Finn, you decide, right?”
“R-right,” you say with a croak in your throat.
You feel Cassie’s body on yours. It’s light and warm and you feel like your bodies were made for each other, that’s how good she feels on you. Not just the physical contact, just her doing something you like so much, so good.
You look at Jackson. You don’t want to be the one to make the all-important move toward the rift that has opened up between Cassie and Jackson. You almost wish he would beat you up. By now you have more muscle than he does, but you wouldn’t fight back.
Because tonight, both of your fates are decided.
And Jackson grabs Nora’s arm. The girl is a bit startled and looks worriedly at you. Then she smiles because she knows what this gesture means to you and turns to Jackson.
And Cassie turns to you.
“Yes,” you murmur. “Yes.” This time in a firm voice. “I decide.”
“Great,” says the love of your life. But you shake your head.
“No, you know what?” you admit to yourself and to her. “It’s you who decides.” She always has been, and that’s the way it should be.
Her giggle sounds like the singing of angels. Of course it’s a RomCom but you couldn’t care less.
Cassie has taken your arms and wrapped them around her body. Sometimes you see her move her head and look to Jackson. She’s a nice girl. She makes sure her fiancé is okay.
But Jackson is giggling with Odele. He announced early on that he finds the movie boring, but your models keep him firmly in control and in front of the TV. And they put on a show that makes any Mexican telenovela seem more like Finding Private Ryan in terms of romance and schmaltz.
But you have Cassie on your lap and you’ll never forget that moment as long as you live. Cassie can do nothing more to make you admire, appreciate, love and desire her more.
“Finn can you give me a hand?” she asks quietly in the middle of the movie. The two of you have watched Jackson try to braid Odele’s hair, something he also did with Cassie. “Give me your hands.” You look at her back and make a sad face.
“You don’t have to do that,” you say while Jackson doesn’t realize what’s happening.
“You don’t know what I need your help with,” Cassie says softly but firmly. You can’t resist her. “And I don’t need to, but I want to. So please help me and give me your hands.”
You stretch your arms forward past her soft belly and her supple hands lift them upward to her neck. You know what she wants, and you can’t argue. And you don’t want to either.
Slowly you pull the string over her head that holds her swimsuit. She leans back a bit and holds her long hair up while you admire her shoulder blades. Then she is topless naked.
“This is normal between us,” she says as your fingers move back over her perfect breasts and caress them. Her breathing quickens a bit and she leans back even more, curling up on top of you, pulling her legs to her stomach and trapping your hands between them and her body.
And even though it was you who made her do it the first time, more by accident, now it’s Cassie holding your hands to her, leaning her head against your shoulder, enjoying the movie while she sits on top of you in her half-stripped swimsuit, happy.
And you know each other. You both know it’s something new this time. You don’t have to name it. You know what it is.
Three hours later, you’re lying alone in bed, curled up under the covers. You keep feeling your hands and feeling Cassie on your skin, her warmth and closeness and the security she always gives you.
But it’s not a good night for you. Because this time it’s Cassie and Jackson you hear through the wall and this time it’s not sounds of lust that keep you awake.
“I told you it was nothing” you hear Jackson. He returned from the models’ houses a few minutes ago and right after that it started. You don’t know who started it.
“Oh yeah?” exclaims Cassie. “And what was that tonight?”
“You’re one to talk!”
“It was just normal between us.”
“You only did that to make me angry. You know that!”
“And so do you! I saw what you did to Odele! It should be me you’re braiding!”
“Why don’t you ask your new lover!”
“He’s not my…” You hold your breath, but can’t make out the next words. Cassie gets quiet.
“Bit it should be me, being there for you! Not him!”
“Then be there for me! Finn always is. And you…”
“I’m not getting into that.”
And then a door slams. Jackson has left the apartment.
It was a nice day but now it’s horrible. You didn’t want Cassie to suffer.
What did I do? I have these powers, and yet I leave Cassie alone. I abandon her!
Outside in the apartment, it’s quiet. You consider getting up, but think you’ll only make things worse. You curl up in a heap of misery and think.
Tomorrow I’ll be out of your life. I’ve done enough damage.
Then your thoughts falter as you hear the door open.
Never in your life have you been so afraid. You are paralyzed, ice-cold panic floods your body, destroying it.
You hear footsteps coming across the floor to you. Bare feet. Then the mattress moves under the weight of a light girl and then…
First Cassie lies down next to you. She waits for a few seconds. Neither of you says a sound.
Then she lifts the bedsheet, just a little… and crawls under it. You make a soft noise, a tense sob or a panicked intake of breath, you don’t know.
Then you feel her body against you. Her light nightgown, her bare legs and the tips of her toes rubbing against your ankles and then moving up as her petite body nestles against you from behind. Then her arms follow, wrapping around you, and you feel her breath against your skin, smell her hair and her calm, steady, determined breathing.
You know her, grew up with her, have always been there for her. Your heart calms, your blood flows, and your body warms, even with hers against you.
Cassie is content. Cassie is fine.
Together you fall asleep.
Writing Shark 