Cassadee’s Coming of Age Pt. 10

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This is one part of a multi-part story, which will eventually expand into a connected universe of characters and stories. Within these stories I will be exploring themes of exhibitionism, first-time sex, incest, fetishes, bondage/non-consent, toys and masturbation, and most likely others. I will not be warning people about what is in each part of each story in order to avoid spoilers, so consider this your warning. If you like this story, and want to follow my characters’ adventures, I recommend bookmarking my page, as the next story may or may not be in the same category. Constructive feedback is appreciated.

This part of the story continues directly from the previous one. I would highly recommend beginning with the first part, as it will make much more sense. Enjoy!

All characters involved in sexual or explicit activity are 18 years of age or older.

*****

Saturday night

Cassadee’s life flashed before her eyes…

Growing up in small-town Pennsylvania with her parents and older brother. Playing with her best friend, Joey Harper. Being active in cheerleading and track. Taking dance lessons. Going to prom with Ben Davidson, the quarterback. Losing her virginity to Jeff Stewart, with his girlfriend’s permission. Her Coming of Age party, where her life had changed forever—stripping and masturbating in front of hundreds of people. Going through her mentor ceremony, blindfolded and having sex with five men she didn’t know. Discovering the identities of her mentors and sharing intimacy with them. Finding out that her brother was one—and learning to love him in new ways. Discovering and embracing her sexuality and making friends—the Chens, the Blaisures, Bethany Tate. And overcoming obstacles along the way—Dr. Spitelli’s inappropriate bedside manner, being fucked by David Gleason, Frank Dawson’s attempted blackmail…

Frank Dawson lived next door with his mother. He was a year older than her—a high school dropout who was usually up to no good. A couple weeks ago he had taken sexually explicit pictures of her in her back yard from his bedroom window and then tried to blackmail her into coming to his house, most likely for sex. She had had to rely on her mentor, Lester Camden, a town cop, to handle the situation. Frank had been pulled over, which subsequently led to his arrest for drugs. Lester had taken care of the pictures, destroying the sim card in Frank’s phone.

And now Cassadee found herself naked, in the back of a van, with Frank Dawson’s hand around her mouth and his other arm around her chest, pinning her arms against her sides and squishing her bare tits flat against her ribs.

She had been walking home from a friend’s house late at night, naked, and hadn’t seen him before he grabbed her and pulled her into the van. Her heart was pounding out of her chest and she was screaming and thrashing in his grip. Through her terror, she tried to think logically. She didn’t think he would kill her, but she didn’t know for sure. She thought it was a good possibility that she would be raped, and her mind was already trying to prepare for the situation.

“Shut up!” he whispered harshly.

Cassadee tried to calm herself down. She stopped screaming and fighting, trying to avoid making him angry. It wouldn’t make her situation better.

“Stop for a second. I just need you to listen. I’m going to take my hand off your mouth. But if you scream, I might have to hit you. And I don’t want to do that. I can’t go back to jail. I never want to go back there.”

Cassadee nodded, terrified. He took his hand off her face and she opened her mouth to breathe. She had felt like she was suffocating, and it felt good to suck in air. “W-what do y-you want?” she asked, stuttering over her words.

“I just want to talk, OK? I’m not going to do anything to you as long as you don’t try something stupid. I’ll even let go of you if you promise not to try to escape.”

Cassadee nodded again, feeling his hot breath on her neck. She felt his arm loosen and drop away from her body. She immediately crawled to the opposite wall of the van and turned to face him, covering her bare body as well as she could. Feeling vulnerable in your nakedness could be exciting, as it was earlier tonight in front of the Blaisures’ guests. But feeling vulnerable because you were unsafe was a completely different thing. Her first instinct was to cover her nude body.

“Look,” Frank began. “I know I screwed up before with the pictures, OK? I’m a fuckup. And I have no interest in messing with the cop or your brother. I don’t need the headaches.”

The cop that he was talking about was her mentor, Lester Camden, whom she had texted when Frank tried to blackmail her, which led to his arrest. And her brother had been on his way to kick Frank’s ass when Lester intercepted him and took care of the situation.

Cassadee said nothing, huddling in the corner and shaking.

“I’m not going to hurt you. I wasn’t serious when I said I might have to hit you. I just didn’t want you to scream, OK? I just wanted to tell you I was sorry. And I won’t do it again.” aksu escort His shoulders slumped and he appeared…deflated.

“So…why didn’t you just text me? You obviously have my number,” she said shakily, finding her voice.

“I just got out of jail this afternoon. My ma needed some stuff, so I went to the store for her. I was on my way home when I saw a naked girl walking down the street, and I couldn’t believe it was you. I just acted impulsively, like I always fucking do. I thought that I would never get you alone where I could talk to you if you knew it was me. I wasn’t thinking. Now I’m probably going to jail for kidnapping. Fuck!”

He slammed his hand against the side of the van as he cursed. Cassadee jumped and curled into herself more tightly.

“I-I w-won’t say anyth-thing,” she stuttered.

Frank scowled as he rubbed his knuckles. “Yeah, right. It doesn’t matter. Like I said, I’m a fuckup. I probably deserve anything that happens to me at this point.”

This wasn’t turning out precisely as Cassadee had expected. She had expected rage. Hatred. Even violence. But not self-pity. She didn’t quite know how to take this.

“I’m serious,” she said. “I won’t say anything. Just don’t hurt me and let me go. I won’t tell anyone. Not my brother, and not Lester.”

“Who’s Lester?” he asked.

“The cop who arrested you,” she replied.

“Oh, great. You’re on a first-name basis with him. Fuck me. My life is over.”

“It’s not over. I just said I wouldn’t tell.”

Frank stared at her, trying to judge if she was being truthful. “I told you I wouldn’t hurt you. You don’t have to look like a scared mouse.”

Was he serious? “Well, I just got abducted off a dark street and thrown into a van. You’ll have to forgive me if I’m a little fucking freaked out.” She stayed exactly where she was.

Frank blew out a breath and rubbed a hand over his face. He looked exhausted—from lack of sleep, or just from life in general. “I’m sorry. For everything. For the pictures, my stupid attempt to get you to come over to my house, and for snatching you off the street.”

Cassadee was beginning to feel a little calmer. She didn’t think he was going to hurt her at this point. It was time for her to reclaim some control over this situation.

“Why did you want me to come over to your house?” she asked.

He glanced at her and his eyes tried to see what she was covering up. “It doesn’t matter,” he said, looking away.

Cassadee waited a beat, then sat up straight. She took her arm away from her chest, exposing her breasts. “Tell me,” she said.

Frank looked back at her and his eyes got big, darting nervously between her face and her tits. He licked his lips and said, “I just…I’ve always…kind of…liked you.”

“You liked me?” she asked incredulously. “So, why the fuck didn’t you just say something? I’m an extremely approachable person.”

He looked toward the front of the van. “I should get the groceries back to ma.”

“No. Not good enough,” she said loudly. She stood up suddenly and walked toward him. The roof of the van wasn’t high enough for him to walk, but there was just enough clearance for her hair to brush the top. Frank flinched as she approached, thinking she was going to attack him. When she stopped a couple feet short of him, his eyes bounced down to her bare pussy, which was eye level to where he was kneeling, and back to her face. “All you had to do was ask. I probably would have entertained whatever idea you had. But you had to be a dick about it. Why?”

Frank had his hands in front of him, protecting his face. He wasn’t sure if she was going to strike him or not. He couldn’t hold eye contact with her, either. Not with her pussy this close. He had fantasized about seeing her naked in person and he couldn’t help himself. Still, she was expecting him to say something. “I-I don’t know,” he stammered. “I guess I never thought you would have anything to do with me.”

Cassadee studied him in the dim light that filtered into the back of the van from the streetlight. He wasn’t a bad looking guy, if a little unkempt. He had dark hair that was a little shaggy around the ears. His black goatee gave him a somewhat sinister appearance, but his blue eyes were beautiful. His hands were stained with grease from working on cars, she supposed. His clothes weren’t exactly the cleanest. And the van smelled like pot. He wasn’t the type of guy that she would ever have fallen for.

She recalled a thought that had popped into her head less than an hour ago at the Blaisures’ house. She had asked herself how far she was prepared to take her new naked way of life. Could she expose herself to anyone who asked? Could she masturbate for anyone who wanted to watch? She was beginning to think that she could. Her inhibitions were quickly disappearing. She was even thinking of taking some human sexuality courses at college in the fall. Was this a test? Could she give this guy, who didn’t deserve anything from her, something as a gesture of her willingness to live a carefree and sexual life?

“Frank,” antalya escort she began. “From now on, I want you to be up front with me. If you have something to ask, just ask it. If you want to see me naked, just ask. If you want to watch me do something…just ask. I’m not a difficult person to get along with.”

Frank swallowed the lump in his throat as he listened to her words. Was she serious? “Uh, really?”

“Really. Obviously, you are seeing me naked right now. Up close. Is there anything else you wanted?”

He couldn’t believe what she was saying. Was she really asking what he wanted from her? She seemed like she was being honest and upfront with him, so he figured he should do the same. He might never have another chance. “Uh…will you…uh…fuck me?” he asked nervously.

Cassadee smiled stiffly and said, “No. I don’t really want to touch you right now. I’m still a little scared and a lot pissed off. You need to get your groceries home to your mother. And I need to be home safe in my bed. Plus, you have some things to prove to me. If you make me feel like I can trust you, then we just might be able to take things step by step. First things first, I don’t care if you watch me through your window. But don’t take pictures or video, and don’t even think about blackmailing me or uploading anything to the internet. If I find out you’ve done something like that, I will call in every favor I have, and that would not be good for you.”

Frank could see the seriousness in her eyes, and he nodded his acceptance of her terms.

“So, for your first act of repentance, you can drive me home since you are going that way anyway. I no longer feel like I want to walk naked in the dark, thanks to you. Tomorrow morning, more than likely, I will be tanning naked in my back yard. I will text you. OK?”

He nodded, not quite believing this turn of events. She was not only going to continue to tan naked, but she was going to text him to make sure he was watching. He quickly maneuvered into the driver’s seat and started up the van. He looked at the passenger’s seat. The groceries were piled on top. He leaned over and grabbed a bag.

“Don’t worry about it,” she said. “I’ll ride back here. Just take it easy so I don’t get thrown around.”

“OK,” he answered curtly. He pulled away from the curb slowly, and never let it get above 25 miles per hour. He took the next few corners carefully and then stopped, leaving the engine idling. “We’re here,” he said.

Cassadee slid the side door open and saw that he wasn’t in his driveway, as she expected. He was sitting in front of her house, waiting for her to get out. She smiled to herself at this thoughtful gesture. Climbing out, she shut the door. Then she walked in front of the van and over to the driver’s door. Frank rolled down the window.

“Thanks for the ride,” she said.

Frank just nodded and looked around, waiting for someone to pull him out of the van and beat him senseless.

“I’ll text you tomorrow,” she said, then turned and ran up the walkway to her front door. She glanced back and saw that he had watched her run the whole way before pulling into his driveway thirty feet away.

Cassadee walked through the door and made a beeline for the stairs. No one was up anyway. She walked straight to the bathroom and turned the shower water to hot. Slipping out of her sandals, she stood in the hot water, trembling, as her adrenaline crashed. The water was cold by the time she shut it off and she dried with a large, fluffy towel. She crawled into bed and thought of how much worse tonight could have gone. She would have to be more careful in the future. Being naked was so much fun. But naked women were far more vulnerable than she wanted to admit. It took her a long time to fall asleep.

*****

Sunday

Cassadee slept late the next morning. She came down to the kitchen and had breakfast after 10am, then returned upstairs to get a shower. Once she was done, she dried her hair and pulled it back into a ponytail. She didn’t normally wear a ton of makeup, but she looked tired and washed out, so she put on a little eye liner and added some color to her cheeks. She grabbed a beach towel, sunglasses, tanning oil, and her phone, then walked naked into the back yard.

Before she changed her mind, she sent a quick text to Frank Dawson, letting him know she was outside. She wasn’t completely sure why. After thinking for half the night about what had happened, she had changed her mind half a dozen times about doing this today. She didn’t owe him anything, that’s for sure. But maybe she had prejudged him, thinking he was different from who he actually turned out to be. When she was pulled into the van, she thought she was going to be raped, or even killed. And when she found out the identity of her abductor, she was sure something bad was going to happen to her.

But that hadn’t happened. Not only was he apologetic about how he had treated her, but he seemed…vulnerable. He had admitted his attraction to her. In truth, Cassadee had a antalya otele gelen escort bleeding heart for underdogs and those whom society had deemed lost causes. Part of her wanted to find the good she knew was inside Frank Dawson. And as long as he was well-behaved, she couldn’t see the harm in rewarding that good behavior.

She turned a lawn chair, so it was facing the upstairs window of his house, then took her time spraying on tanning oil until her skin glistened in the sunlight. Taking her sunglasses off, she spread the towel on the lawn chair and lay down on it. She looked at his window, but it was dark inside, and she couldn’t see anyone watching. She picked up her phone.

Can you see me?

Cassadee waited about 20 seconds before she got a response.

Yes

Are you in the upstairs window?

Yes

You aren’t taking pictures, are you?

No

Promise?

Yes

Cassadee thought for a moment.

Wave so I can see you.

It took ten seconds before she saw a hand next to the glass window waving.

Can you see me up close?

Yes

How? What are you looking through?

Binoculars

OK. He was watching through binoculars and texting her with his phone. So, if he was telling the truth, he wasn’t taking pictures or recording her in any way.

Thank you for not recording me. If you are honest with me, it will be much more rewarding. For both of us. 🙂

She waited but didn’t get a response.

Do you like what you see?

Of course

Well, that was better than ‘yes’. Maybe she was drawing him out of his shell.

Cassadee stared at the window. She wished she could see him. She drew her knees up and let them fall outward, exposing her pussy.

How about now?

Holy fuck

Cassadee smiled. She imagined that he could see her in pretty good detail with his binoculars.

Is there anything you would like me to do?

It took a minute for a reply to come across her screen.

Suck on your toes?

The response made Cassadee laugh out loud. It was the last thing she expected to read. It seemed that Frank Dawson had a foot fetish. Well, of all the things he could have asked her to do, it seemed fairly harmless, so she pulled her right foot toward her face and stuck her big toe in her mouth, sucking on it.

Oh shit both at the same time?

Cassadee set her phone down, grabbed her other foot, and stuck both big toes in her mouth. She knew this position had her pussy graphically spread. It was strange to be sucking on her toes, but she took good care of her feet. Her toenails were painted a bright pink. And she had just had a shower, so her feet didn’t smell. They were almost totally clean, with the exception of walking on the patio to get to the lawn chair. She put one foot back down and grabbed her phone.

Are you touching yourself?

She got no response for at least a minute. Then her phone chimed with a text message.

Yes

The thought that he was masturbating turned her on, and she swiped a finger between her moist lower lips. Then she fired off another text.

Mind if I do too?

Hell no go for it

Cassadee held her right foot to her face with her left hand, licking her sole from heel to toes. With her right hand, she began to masturbate, dragging wetness up to her clit. She stroked her pussy for a few minutes, working herself up. It felt so good to lie out in the open air in her back yard and play with herself. She glanced around but didn’t see anyone else watching. Holding her foot started to become a distraction, so she let it go and opened her legs wide, fingering herself fast and hard.

Thats fuckin hot

She grabbed her phone again.

Tell me when you are going to come.

No response. Cassadee began moaning as she rubbed her clit. It felt so good. She was getting close, so she texted him.

I’m going to come. Watch closely.

She pulled her pussy open with the fingers of her left hand as she stroked herself with her right. Her juices were flowing, and the squelching noises were loud in the quiet backyard. She glanced around again, checking for watchers. She couldn’t see over her shoulder without turning completely around, but she was distracted at this point and didn’t really care who might be watching. She finger-fucked herself quickly, drawing a loud moan out of her throat.

As the orgasm crashed into her, she thrust her pelvis outward, splaying her sex open for him to see. A small squirt of pussy juice launched from inside of her, followed by white cream, which ran down between her ass cheeks. The contractions inside had her legs trembling and her abdomen flexing. Her eyes squeezed shut of their own accord, and she moaned loudly. Cassadee was addicted to orgasms. She could spend her entire day doing nothing but making herself come. And it was even better when she knew someone was watching. As she lay there breathing heavily and recovering, her phone chimed.

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