Janna Leonard
sensuscribe3 at yahoo dot com.
Cassie 1: Awakening
cassie1.txt
MF
mf, 1st, rom, voy, teen

Warning: This story contains graphic sexual acts between minors. If these themes
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Authors note: This story of 8 episodes is for those of you who like a liitle fun
and romance with your sex. It's mostly a composite of people I knew growing up,
rolled into one girl named Cassie. I hope you have as much fun reading it as I
did writing it. E-mail me your comments if you wish, and enjoy. Pendragon, 2003

"Awakening"

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I think I first became aware of myself as a sexual being when I was around 16.
Crampy periods and small breasts had appeared at age 12, so I was capable of
childbirth, but I wasn't interested in motherhood and babies.

My mother had given me her brown eyes and olive skin, with thick wavy hair that
hung to just above my butt. At 5-10 and 135 pounds with a size 10 shoe, I didn't
think of myself as ugly, only ungainly and awkward. I also got a little extra
body hair, so trimming and shaving was an every-other-day task.

Slender and shy with a vivid imagination, I read stories and imagined myself the
heroine. I discovered the tender bump at the top of my little cooter and the
dampness that came when I touched it, along with the pleasant glow from rubbing
my nipples. I also took a little green or blue pill each morning without fail
because my mother insisted. Months before when we left the clinic, my crotch
tender from the Doctor's probings, I had asked why. My mother replied "You'll
see."

My family lived in Sedgwick New York, near the finger lakes. The old 2 story
house at the edge of town was the only home I'd ever known. I longed to travel
and see distant places and things, doing so often in my mind. In reality, I
shared a bathroom with my brother Chad, 18, who worked afternoons at the
hardware store my Dad owned. He was due to leave for boot camp soon and I'd have
the whole upstairs to myself. We were civil to each other, but we didn't run in
the same social circles. He teased me unmercifully about my looks and body,
seeming to relish seeing me cry. Mom kept the books and filled in, and I was
occassionally called on to help in the store.

School was a long bus ride away and my after school activities were at a
minimum. I found the forest to be a quiet undemanding companion and walked there
often, lost in reverie of Robin Hood or King Arthur and his Round Table. Our
parents were from the "old school", requiring our best efforts at grades and
behavior, which meant I got yelled at often for daydreaming.

My sophomore year ended and I had my birthday. Mornings I had some chores to do
around the house, but afternoons were to be mine. Every day I would take a book
and a large towel into the woods, walking the trails that criss-crossed the
preserve until I found a spot to sit in the sun and read. Not bothering with a
swim suit, I undressed and sprawled on the towel, anxious to continue with the
adventures of the characters in my novel.

As they were beseiged by foes they would eventually conquer, I had many fluttery
orgasms induced by my fingers. One afternoon I was far inside the woods on a
trail that was unfamiliar, and I came across a pool of water. Square and
obviously man-made, it was about 50 feet on a side and 3 or 4 feet deep. It was
fed by the trickle of a small stream, and the outflow was a brick affair with a
pipe sticking through. The sun shone brightly through the canopy and I settled
in for a good read. The warm sun felt good on my naked body, and I spent the
afternoon reading and playing with myself, wading into the cool water
occasionally to cool off.

The pond became my favorite place, a haven for thoughts and deeds that I could
not do elsewhere. I began riding my bike instead of walking in order to spend
more time at the pond. Some oil and a blanket, sometimes food, but never any
companions. I didn't know anyone well enough to share my love of nudity. I went
there every day I could, picking a spot on the far side to lay out so I could
see someone coming. I had explored the perimeter of the place and I knew I
wasn't the only one who came there.

As July began, I was a month into a deep dark tan, humming softly to myself as I
walked around, picking up other people's trash. I saw a tent set up some
distance away and went to investigate. I had a habit of talking out loud when I
was alone, and as I bent to touch the flap I asked "I wonder whose this could
be?" I screamed with fright as a male voice behind me said "Mine." I whirled
around and dropped the bag, attempting to cover myself with my hands. I turned
crimson and yelled "Who are you? What are you doing here?"

He was leaning against a tree, legs crossed, smiling.

"Same as you, I think," he said. We locked eyes for a second and he grinned. He
was nude, dark brown all over, and kinda cute. My height with a wiry build, I
thought him handsome. He was almost hairless except for a tuft at the base of
his stomach, and his walnut-size testicles were loose in their sac. I was scared
and said "You shouldn't be sneaking up on people like that!"

He smiled and walked toward me, holding out his hand. I backed up a couple of
steps and tripped over a branch, landing on my butt with my legs in the air. "Oh
shit!" I yelled, more embarassed than ever. He reached down and took my hand,
pulling me up and inclining his head to the pond.

"Let's go in the water," he said. He held my hand as we waded in and knelt in
the neck deep water.

"There, better now?" he asked, still smiling. He couldn't see my nakedness
anymore and I relaxed a little. My hair was spread over the water and I gathered
it into my hands and flipped it to my front, hopefully concealing my breasts.
The coolness had made my nipples hard, and I shivered.

Inspecting him, I saw a boy with big brown eyes and longish hair. He had a nice
smile and white even teeth.

"Who are you?" I asked.

"Kevin," he replied.

"What are you doing here?" I inquired.

"As I said, same as you, enjoying nature," he smiled back. I nodded, and he said
" I also enjoy looking at pretty naked women." I caught the comment about
'women', and said "I'm not a woman, I'm only 16!"

He shrugged and replied "You're still very pretty."

A compliment always made my ears turn pink, and he smiled again.

"How old are you?" I asked.

"17, I'm a runaway," he replied.

"Where do you live?" I asked, and he shrugged,waving his hands around him and
said "Everywhere." Deciding that if he didn't want to give out any more
information about himself, I wasn't going to divulge anything but my name.

"I'm Cassie," I said. He nodded and said nothing.

A few moments of uncomfortable silence ensued, and then he said "I like it when
you read out loud, especially the poetry." I hadn't read any poetry that day, so
I asked "How long have you been watching me?"

"A couple of weeks, I guess," he replied. I cringed, thinking that he had
watched me as I fingered myself, invading my private moments of pleasure.

I got angry and yelled "You goddamn pervert!" I stood, not caring what he saw,
and waded in the direction of my blanket on the far side. Standing there
shaking,I dried myself and quickly dressed. He came up behind me as I snapped my
bra shut and said "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to embarass you."

I barked "Well, you did, damn you!", picking up my things and cramming them into
the basket. "You're just like my brother, peeking at me while I'm in the
bathroom!" I yelled. I glanced at him and saw that his penis was larger than
before. Circumsized with a rounded tip, it was sticking out from his body.
'Nicer looking than my brother's', came the unbidden thought. I blushed and
wheeled my bike around, once again embarassed that I could have that effect on
him. As I rode away, he called "Are you coming back tomorrow?"

I didn't answer and pedalled faster toward home. Going to my room, I threw
myself on my bed and tried to sort out my feelings. Pleased that he thought me a
woman and attractive, but very angry that he had seen me doing private things,
my mood was ambivalent. I was quiet and thoughtful during the evening and as I
went to bed I decided to return to my pond, regardless of what he thought.

The next day I put on my white two-piece under my clothes and rode slowly to the
pond. I spread my blanket and undressed, thinking "watch me if you want",
getting out my oil. I applied it and laid on my stomach, reading. Minutes passed
and I couldn't concentrate on my book, I found myself re-reading the same
paragraphs several times. I put the book away and stretched out, enjoying the
heat. A rustling of needles close by made me look up, and there he was. He was
standing nude with his pack in his hand, smiling, and said "Hello again." I
mumbled "Hello" and tucked my head into my arm, turning away from him.

"You really ought to take your suit off, you know," he stated.

Angrily I said "Why, so you can stare at my boobs some more?"

"It's only skin, Cassie, it's only skin," he said tiredly and walked around the
water to the other side. I spent the afternoon sunning, when I left I could see
his head above one of the logs.

I missed the next couple of days, Saturday was yard work and shopping with Mom,
and Sunday was church and family dinner.

When I came back, he was nowhere to be found. I searched the entire area,
finding a small trench in the ground hidden behind a tree, close to where I
usually spread my blanket. There was a forked stick jammed in the ground next to
it, holding a partial roll of toilet paper wrapped in plastic. I had been peeing
in the pond near the outflow, I was damned if I wanted to give him the
satisfaction of seeing me do that, he'd already seen enough! I tried it and
pushed some dirt into the hole from the small mound nearby, covering the
evidence. Try as I might to be angry, I was pleased he had thought of me.

I didn't see him again until late in the week at mid-afternoon. He was fully
clothed and dirty, but smiled at me and said "Hi." Stripping off his clothes, he
got a small bag from his pack and waded in, standing near the outflow. He washed
and I could see bruises on his thighs and arms. His hands were raw and red. I
watched, and asked "Where have you been?"

"Workin'," was his muffled reply.

He sat and dried off, sighing with relief. I had decided that the only way to
open him up and learn anything about him was to be open myself, so I turned my
back to him and said "Undo me, please."

"What?" he asked.

"I said, undo me, please," I repeated. He untied both knots on the top of my
suit and I shrugged it off. Standing, I stripped off the bottoms and sat back
down. A little embarassed but determined, I asked "Why do you come here?"

"Aside from the view, you mean?" he grinned at me. Blushing, I nodded.

"I live here," he said.

"All the time?" I asked incredulously. He nodded and I asked "Why?"

He took a deep breath and said "Because of my family." I gestured 'come on, tell
me more', and he said "I don't have the body weight to play football, or the
co-ordination for other sports, and my Dad thinks I'm gay because I like to play
the piano and read a lot." He was thin, true, but gay? I didn't think so from
the looks he gave me!

"What are you going to do when winter comes?" I inquired.

He shook his head and said "I don't know."

"I live close by," I said, "I could sneak you food and stuff."

"Nah, that wouldn't work, but I'll figure something out, don't worry."

He relaxed and stretched out on the blanket close to me, I think relieved that I
knew the truth, and closed his eyes. I wrapped the blanket around him before I
left, letting him sleep as darkness fell.

For the next weeks, we saw each other every day I could get away, slowly
becoming friends. We read to each other, and I checked books out of the library
and brought them for him. I quit wearing my suit and was more comfortable nude
around him. Playing in the water he would brush my chest or butt with his arm
and say "I'm sorry," giving my insides a twinge. My nipples were constantly hard
and I played with myself at night, fantasizing about his penis. If I wasn't in
love, I was surely in lust. From our beginnings of not wanting him to see me
nude, now I wanted him to touch me.

One afternoon when we were in the water horsing around, I put my arms around his
neck and hugged him close, briefly touching my lips to his. He responded by
returning the kiss and then looking me in the eye. His arms were around my waist
and I felt his manhood against my belly. Wordlessly, he released me and led me
to the blanket and dried us off. Sitting, he quietly asked "Why'd you do that?"

"Do what?" I replied.

"You know what, Cassie, don't play dumb," he said.

"I like you, I thought you might like to kiss me," I said, worried that I'd gone
too far.

"I do, I did, but I can't get involved with you."

"Why, because you have another girlfriend somewhere?" I asked, a tear coming to
my eye.

"No, because I can't be here for you when you need me later on...kisses are
nice, but they lead to other things, and as much as I want that, I can't hurt
you that way," he said.

"What happened to 'live for the moment', and 'enjoy the day'," I cried, throwing
his words back at him. He sat quietly slumped and said "What if you get
pregnant?"

"I'm on the pill," I replied brazenly.

Nothing I had ever read or heard about sex prepared me for the truth of it.
Laying down and tucking me into his side, we cuddled and kissed, stroking each
other. The warm sun beat on us and our internal temperatures raised a notch. I
felt my crotch get wet and saw his cock grow. I held it, instinct telling me to
move my hand. He was gentle and patient, his lips warm and soft, crooning in my
ear, giving me chills.

He rolled to cover me and I opened my thighs as he sucked a nipple. His hips
ground into me and I grasped his penis to put it inside. It throbbed several
times in succession and he groaned, saying "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." Hot milky
fluid covered my belly and pubic hair, dripping down the inside of my legs.

"It doesn't matter," I replied, stroking his softening cock. I rubbed his come
into our bellies, coaxing and kissing him. I crawled on top of him smothering
him in wet kisses, moaning with desire, wanting him inside me. I rubbed my slit
on his cock, coating it with my juices. Involuntary twitches were happening deep
inside me and I was ready. Soon his erection became full again and I inserted
the slippery tip inside my pink lips. Much bigger than a finger, my labia were
open, my once vertical slit now an oval. I pushed back and he slid in a couple
of inches. There was a tightness there that he couldn't get past, and an ache
began deep in my pussy. I rocked back and forth, willing him deeper with each
thrust. Feeling something give as he slid all the way inside I froze, legs
trembling, as the pressure of being filled with his cock became real. I cuddled
to his chest, moaning "Oh God Oh God Oh God." Not moving, I quivered as my cunt
adjusted itself to his presence, spasms inside and all. Kissing him once, I
raised up on my arms and rocked, letting go the tension, consciously opening my
pussy on each out stroke, and clamping it tight on the return.

Faster and faster, pounding my clit on his pubic bone, I felt the pleasure
building, gasping for air and arms tiring.

"My nipples, please pinch my nipples!" I whimpered, getting closer and closer to
release. He cupped my breasts and rubbed them between thumb and finger,
connecting them to my pussy's heat. His face got red and he started crying
"Cassie, oh God yes Cassie!" as I felt him throb. My pussy got flooded with come
and I climaxed hard, crouching for short fast thrusts that bumped my cervix. I
screamed, humping him until I couldn't move. The waves slowly diminished,
leaving me crumpled on top of him, his now softening penis buried in my folds. I
kissed him and nibbled his ear, getting a smile. Neither of us moved until he
fell out of me some minutes later.

Pink wet slime covered his cock as I rolled off of him and looked down. There
were bubbles of it covering the base of his cock and I felt it oozing from my
slit. We waded into the warm water, holding hands and rinsed. I bent and pulled
at myself to get a look, surprised to see the lips closed once more. They were
red and puffy and I ached inside. A wonderful ache though, I thought as we
kissed.

His lips nuzzled my neck with a wet kiss and his hands cupped my breasts. For
the next 2 hours, I was in heaven. I was ready again by the time we got back to
the blanket and he cradled me in his arms, kissing my face. I felt like he was
worshipping my body, wanting to know each inch intimately. He gradually worked
his way down my body and when he got to my pussy, urged me to open my legs. He
went after my labia and clit with his mouth, knowing exactly where to suck and
lick to produce the desired effect. I held my knees up, and I think I came three
times, crying and screaming each time with the joy of it. This was sex,
wonderful sweaty intense sex, and I was ready for more.

I pulled him up to kiss him and reached for his penis, guiding it to my center.
I arched my back and said "More?"

"You sure?" he asked, a doubtful look on his face.

I nodded and pulled his hips closer, pushing him inside me. I flinched as he
went past the sore spot and he stopped, concern on his face.

"It's ok, its ok, honest, go ahead," I pleaded and he slowly slid his cock deep.
I wrapped my legs loosely around his body, my knees wide, and our second time
was slow and sweet. Somehow feeling harder than before, he penetrated past my
uterus, nudging something up there that felt very very good. We kissed a lot and
he took the time to suck a nipple or nibble my ears. His rhythym changed and he
went faster, causing my pussy to start squeezing him.
"Ah....ah......ah.....ahhhh" he said and as I felt the wetness of his come, I
came in a rush, clamping him tight and wheezing for breath. Long seconds later,
he collapsed on me and I held him.

We splashed in the water again, dunking each other like the children we were, in
awe at what we had just done. Our bodies fit together just like nature intended,
giving and getting immense pleasure from it. I was happy.

"My curfew is dark, I'll have to leave soon," I said, hugging him.

"Tomorrow?" he asked.

"Oh yes, count on it," I replied.

It was already Mid-August and we didn't know when the snow was going to fly. We
made the most of each day we had, starting with a kiss and a hug, ending with
several orgasms for both of us. Remembering the first time, our ritual began
with my mouth on him, his strong male scent in my nose as I sucked him. I
swallowed his warm salty fluid, finding that he tasted differently each day
depending on what he ate. That made me very wet and as soon as he recovered I
would lie on my back and beckon to him to fill me. We tried every position we
could think of, my favorite being on my stomach with my ass high in the air. I
could have 3 or 4 orgasms to his one, especially if he put his thumb in my butt.

Several nights were spent in his tent, my mother thinking I was at a
girlfriend's house. Waking up with him near me was thrilling, and we began the
day with slow sex, tongues and fingers everywhere. Cuddling in his sleeping bag
if it was cool, I fell asleep with him inside me more than once.

I posed for his camera several times and as he labeled and catalogued each
print, I thought perhaps in later years they would give him pleasant memories of
me. I kept two of him, both showing his smile and his body.

A week before Labor Day, I told him that school was going to start the Tuesday
after and asked what he was going to do.

"I won't be able to be with you any more except on weekends and maybe not then,"
I said.

"I'll have to leave, they're probably getting pretty close now anyway," he
replied.

"How long have you been gone?" I asked.

"Since the end of May," he said.

Our lovemaking the last days was soft and sweet, with extra efforts from him to
please me. Sucking on my clit, he would murmur "Sweet, sweet," and play with my
butt. The Friday he left, we met for the last time at the pond about 2 PM. It
was windy and cool as we snuggled in his tent, warming each other.

"Look for my name in a few years," he said, " I hope to learn to take great
photographs and write, maybe be a foreign correspondent.....Maybe I'll be
famous," he laughed.

We spent our last two hours together destroying any trace of his presence at the
pond. We put anything that could be connected to him in a bag, which I would
take with me and burn.

"I love you," I cried, tears dripping from my chin.

"I can't ask you to wait, just hold a place in your heart for me sometimes," he
said.

"Always," I replied. He shouldered his pack and walked deeper into the woods,
stopping once to wave and blow me a kiss. I cried for an hour, sobs of sadness,
regret and loss all rolled into one.

I burned the bag at my house and cried myself to sleep that night. In the
morning I had a terrible headache and after breakfast went to do my laundry for
the first time in three weeks. I was in the laundry room putting clothes in the
washer when Mom walked by, wrinkling her nose. She didn't say anything until I
came out and sat at the table, sipping my coffee.

"Want to tell me about it?" she asked.

"What?" I said.

"For starters, why your laundry stinks of sex and your panties are stiff in the
crotch with sperm," she smiled.

Embarassed again, I turned pink and hung my head. Over the next three hours, she
wrangled the whole story out of me, including a description

of what my first time was like.

"Now you know why you are on the pill, sweetie," she said, patting my shoulder.
"You're a lot like I was at your age, I couldn't get enough."

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"When I was your age we had condoms, only we called them rubbers. I had several
long term relationships with boys before I met your Father."

"With sex?" I squeaked, aghast at her revelations.

"Of course with sex silly, why else would you go with a boy?" she calmly
replied.

Somehow I just could not envision my Mother in the throes of sex with a boy, and
it was impossible to imagine her and my Father together. My brother and I were
here on the planet so the evidence was there, but my mind was unable to grasp
it. Suddenly I looked at her in a different light, as a woman, not as an
authority figure, and understood. Females are the security of the children, the
nurturers, and in the future I would be just like her. I had joined their ranks.

"So you're not angry?" I asked.

"No," she said, shaking her head, "I saw the signs, I knew it would
happen.......look at it in a positive light, you're filling out your bra a
little better, your complexion has cleared up and you're not so scrawny any
more!" She laughed out loud and hugged me hard, whispering "Oh my darling girl"
in my ear.

"I wish I had something of his to keep, maybe even a baby," I said.

"No, you don't, Cassie, not a baby...you have something more precious anyway."

"What's that?"

"Memories, sweetie, memories," she said, and hugged me again.

I didn't say anything about the two pictures.