She gets some fresh air.

So she did.

"La la la, la." Once her feet were squeezed into her trusty sneakers, she slammed the door closed and hurried down the steps, not a word of goodbye, or a look over her shoulder.

At the sudden thud, Bernardine and Mark looked at each other. The latter quickly turned and moved a blind outta the way, to see the back of Cassandra's head whisk just behind a wall, and he quietly celebrated in place. Bernardine, meanwhile, slowly, but steadily, sliced up a ripe mango on the cutting board below, staring intently at its fruity juices.

As Cass retrieved her bicycle, she spotted one of her fellow apartment residents walking by. What made her particularly interested, beyond the pretty face, was the fact that she was in a two-piece swimsuit, displaying taut legs and ass cheeks that were made to lick, squeeze, slappity-slap slap. Joined at her side was a well-toned man in swims shorts, with a visible six-pack rack, and Cass beamed.

Imagine a child waltzing into a candy store. That was the same glimmer of light that sparked within Cass's buoyant cranium as she wheeled over to the duo.

"Hi." Upon Cass' greeting, the two turned to face her. Hot-swimsuit-girl hitched a breath, eyes darting up and down, then up again as Cass continued. "Where y'all goin'?"

"To the pool." The six-pack guy made it sound like it was obvious. Well, duh, maybe for him. How was she supposed to know. "You don't see these swim trunks?"

Gah! Cass took a defensive stance. A-a-a...a telepath!

Ignorant to Cass' internal preoccupations, the guy looked to his lady friend, as if to coerce her into handling this. The young woman, however, was watching Cass with half-lidded eyes.

"I think she likes what she sees, alright," invades hot-swimsuit-girl as she steps over to Cass. She seemed to visibly swing her hips as she did. Thigh across thigh. Foot before foot. In front of. Whatever. "I wonder, do you like this lil' thing I got on?"

And, with a crafty smile, she stopped and spun around, capping off with a foot-on-knee pose. One hand ruffling her light brown hair, she winked, "Hola."

Cassandra grinned, and spinning-hot-swimsuit-girl laughed, flipping a set of hair across a shoulder.

Hot-swimsuit-girl sent Cass a smoldering look, as smoldered as a look can practically be. "Don't tell me you just can't rip your eyes off of my legs."

"Jane--"

"What?"cooed the so-called Jane, as she mosied up to her partner. Hand lightly touching his abs, she rested her head on his shoulder playfully. "Come on, Paul, I'm just having a lil' fun with her!" Jane's eyes returned to Cass and her lip was briskly tucked under a row of teeth. "I mean, she's just, so, adorable. You know?"

Paul stared at the heterosexual woman he was supposedly engaged with. "Uh. Jane, you could drop it, now, you know. I know you aren't a lesbo."

"O'course not," Jane rolled her eyes. "I'm not into girls that way, Paul, sheesh. I just think this one's really funny!" Another giggle escaped her lips as Cassandra continued to grin her way. "I think she's staring at my breasts." One second later. "Oh yeah. Totally eyeing these cha-cha's."

"Jane, like--"

"Hey, where do ya live, girlie?" blurted out Jane, slapping her thigh once, then twice. "We're in 120."

"I'm just up there," pointed Cass. "At 312. You can drop by anytime. My roommates are cool."

Another lip bite was followed by Jane eyeing the fully jacketed Cassandra up and down one more excruciating time, as if she wanted to glue the image onto the backs of her eyelids, before she turned, showing off her cheeky, round ass, as she looked over her shoulder. "Alright then. I hope you keep to that, sweetie." Paul took the cue and the two resumed their stride to the poolside. The harried whispers in their wake were unmistakable, though Cass didn't much care.

Hehe. Stride to the poolside.

More like wiggle, that is, in Jane's case. The case of her rear.

Cass watched as the two strode through a gateway. Then, she got on her bike and pressed on a pedal.