SS Undercover Ch 16

There isn’t enough room on the bed, but there are more than enough orgasms to ensure that unorthodox conditions aren’t a barrier to sleeping. Or passing out, which might be a more apt way to put it.

Cassie has Kylie and Apple nestled beside her, Kylie’s face pressed into her neck while Apple snores into her bosom. Sort of crossways, partly on their feet, Elsa uses Colby as a body pillow.

It is a little funny that Kylie, despite whatever she’s on, is able to sleep while Cassie is not. It’s not anxiety or anything; there’s no tension left in Cassie’s body. When she came with Kylie’s tongue between her legs, her chest moved so much that her ribs hurt. She was loud, and when it was over, reality no longer existed. The only time she ever had an orgasm like that before was the first time she ever used a vibrator.

She lies there, warm and safe, although not exactly comfortable. This is a bit like having her dog in her bed. It’s nice, but it does not lead to restful sleep. Cassie thinks about her little ritual when she knows her roommate will be out, with the wearable vibe that lets her keep her hands free. That, along with every sexual encounter she’s had before this, boys and girls, seems kind of lame now. She can feel Elsa’s palm on her booty, Colby’s mouth sucking her nipple, Kylie’s tongue in her mouth, and Apple’s hesitant mouth downstairs. The thought makes her squirm, and nobody wakes up. They’re all dead to the world. There will be some hangovers tomorrow, and for Cassie as well if she doesn’t hydrate.

Enough. She can’t sleep, she doesn’t want the hangover, and she doesn’t want to be here in the morning when reality comes back. She carefully extricates herself from the pile and pauses. There’s an of adrenaline-fueled FOMO that’s been getting worse for her since high school. She looks down at Kylie’s angelic face. This girl is a raging dumpster fire of a person, and she is going to dominate Cassie’s thoughts for the foreseeable future. That might not be a good thing, but nothing can change it now. Cassie bends and lightly kisses her cheek, then steals out of the room.

The house is dark and silent. She heads all the way to the basement, where their clothes wait. She gets dressed and heads back up to the front door.

“Hey.” It’s hardly more than a whisper, just as Cassie is about to let herself out.

Like a ghostly dream, Kylie crosses the foyer toward her. She’s still naked, and that hits hard even though Cassie has gotten to know her body a bit.

Cassie’s heart thuds. Reality is here, partly. Kylie’s hair’s a mess, and now that they’re out of that bedroom where the smell is absolute, it’s noticeable: a little scent of sweat, and an absolute miasma of musky womanliness.

Kylie says nothing. She takes Cassie by the waist and pulls her in. The kiss is gentle, but there’s nothing gentle about the way that Kylie hugs her. Cassie doesn’t keep track of time, but it looks like Kylie notices things stirring at the same time she does.

Kylie breaks the kiss and looks into Cassie’s eyes in the dim light. Apparently satisfied with what she sees there, she smiles, not exactly a smirk, and steps back. She bites her lip, then blows Cassie a kiss before turning her back and walking into the kitchen.

Blushing, Cassie smiles stupidly in the dark for a moment. The faucet comes on; Kylie’s having a drink of water.

Cassie hastily gathers up her willpower and pride, and leaves CCL House.

The drive back into town is surreal. She hasn’t looked at the notifications on her phone, but there are a bunch of them.

CGH House isn’t dark; several lights are on downstairs, and one upstairs. The door opens, and golden light spills out. It’s Meri. There’s a twinge of guilt, but it can’t compete with everything else that Cassie has going on. She gets out of the car, and Meri watches her approach with wide eyes. She wrinkles her nose as Cassie enters the house. Meri shuts the door.

“I was kinda worried about you,” Meri grumbles. She can smell it. “I guess for nothing. Is this real life?”

“I’m not sure,” Cassie replies.

“What you got for me?” Meri holds her hand out.

Cassie blinks. Then she clears her throat and pats herself down. She finds something in her pocket, which she deposits in Meri’s palm.

Meri peers at the white panties uncomprehendingly.

“I’m crashing here tonight,” Cassie announces. She needs sleep, and the idea of driving back to campus and climbing to the third floor of the dorms does not appeal to her. “Got any Gatorade?”

“Um, yeah…” Meri’s still staring at the panties.

“OK,” Cassie says with a yawn, starting for the kitchen.

“You aren’t even gonna flirt with me or anything?”

Cassie stretches her arms over her head with a satisfied groan. “Nope. I’m good.”