"I'm so glad we're finally doing this." Diana told Cassie as they were sitting cross-legged facing each other on Diana's bed. The two girls always shared a bed when they had a sleepover. "I feel like it's been forever since we talked." And if I feel that like it's been forever, I can only imagine how Cassie feels, Diana thought.
Cassie nodded and gave her friend a small smile. "Yeah, I'm glad, too."
Diana's eye brows pulled down just a little and her mouth twitched. It seemed like there was something bothering Cassie. She'd been nervous ever since she'd come into the house. "Is there something you want to talk about?" She asked the blonde, only half expecting an answer. Cassie was pretty secretive lately. Except when she's talking to Adam… Diana's heart felt heavy when her thoughts gave the painful reminder.
Cassie shook her head. "The nightmares have been getting better," she added truthfully. It's not like she could tell her friend why. Yeah, Diana, I don't get nightmares anymore because I'm too busy dreaming about your dad. Cassie sighed. Yeah, that'd go over well. "How about you?" Cassie asked innocently.
Diana sighed. "Maybe I shouldn't talk to you about this, but…we're friends, right?" She didn't wait for Cassie to nod, instead, keeping her head down. "It's been so hard without Adam." Her eyes finally met Cassie's, and they pleaded with her to understand. "He was my best friend, the only one I could talk to, and now—" She took a deep breath, her shoulders shrugging. "I don't have anyone. My dad—" She rolled her eyes and missed Cassie's intake of breath. "And I don't even want to talk to my grandma now." She put her hand on Cassie's knee. "And I just want us to be friends, but if this isn't okay, tell me. I won't ruin our friendship." Diana braced herself for the worst.
"It's fine. Adam and I…we aren't really a thing. We won't ever be a thing." Cassie laughed a little. "I wish Adam were the biggest drama in my life," Cassie confided. Or even the guy I actually liked.
"Well," Diana said slowly, "It's okay, you know, if you want to be a thing. Don't let me stop you." It was hard for her to get the words out, but she tried to stay true to what she had promised Adam.
"I don't." Cassie stated firmly. "I just want all of us to be friends. The circle is stronger when there's no drama in between us like that."
"I really wouldn't mind." Diana insisted.
Cassie let out a disbelieving laugh. "Yes, you would. How could you not? He was your rock for however long!" Diana's mouth opened and closed. "And why would I blame you? You have absolutely every right to mind. I want you to mind."
Diana looked at Cassie sadly. "It's not you. It's him." A tear fell. "I had to end things, because every time he looked at you, my heart broke. And I don't blame you, either. How could you not fall in love with Adam? He's so fundamentally good, and chivalrous, and strong, and let's face it, a total hottie—"
Cassie stopped Diana's rant with a hand on her shoulder. "Trust me, Diana, Adam is kinda the last thing on my mind these days." She shivered, and got under the covers. "I keep having nightmares about being buried alive." Cassie confided. "Like I said, it's gotten better, but…"
"That's terrible." Diana's pretty brown eyes reflected concern. "Huh," she said, her face thoughtful.
"What?" Cassie asked.
"I think that was one of Edgar Allen Poe's worst fears."
Cassie rolled her eyes. "Great, that makes it so much more cooler."
"Sorry," Diana said, her eyes becoming sympathetic once again. "That must suck. How did you get you start to move past them?"
"Oh, you know," Cassie said evasively. "I just thought about other things." Cassie looked down so Diana couldn't see her blush. "I wish I could fix other problems as easily. I'm dealing with my whole life, my whole future, possibly being defined and screwed up by dark magic. And I'm terrified. Forgive me if I'm not so concerned with a boy right now." If only I were less concerned about a certain man.
Diana got under the covers, too. "I'm sorry, Cassie. That's really selfish of me, for putting boy issues over your dark magic problem." She rolled her eyes at herself.
"No," Cassie protested. "I want us to be able to talk about everything. And your problems are no less important than mine. Just stop talking about Adam like me and him are together, or like I want us to be together, because I don't. The only reason I took so much interest in the first place was the fact he was the first one I did magic with. Well, that and that scary destiny stuff his dad was spouting."
Diana's lower lip shook, and her eyes grew huge with unshed tears. "You really mean that?"
Cassie nodded and drew the other girl closer. Diana finally let herself cry. She finally accepted that she and Adam were over, and it felt like it was killing her. Cassie held her as she cried.
After a while, Diana started to let herself complain. She told Cassie that she knew she deserved better than a guy who was always watching someone else when he was with her, even if the girl wasn't interested. She told her about the time Adam asked her to talk to Cassie, and how insulted she'd been. She told Cassie about everything. How she missed the special smile that was just for her, how she missed his body, how she missed how her body felt with him…
No subject was taboo, and sometime during this process—during this special, teary, completely mundane ritual—Cassie became Diana's rock. Her thoughts of Adam settled and calmed the more she talked to and thought about Cassie.
The best part? It didn't even feel one-sided to Diana, as it had with Adam. Cassie talked back to her, shared her own heart and soul with Diana.
"So, honestly…if Adam isn't the one on your mind, then who is?" Diana asked with a gleam in her eye.
"W-What?" Cassie stuttered. "N-no one." Certainly not your dad.
"Please, I can recognize boy trouble when I see it. Been there myself, if you haven't noticed." Cassie looked down. "It's Jake, isn't it?" Diana sighed disappointedly at Cassie's startled look. "I knew it. He's cute, but bad news, Cass. And it'll only make Faye hate you more."
"I know it's wrong, but I can't help it…" Cassie said desperately, not really talking about Jake.
"Don't I know it," Diana said sympathetically, throwing an arm around her. Cassie pulled the cover up and yawned, her eyes closing. Diana thought she looked very innocent, and wished her friend didn't have to deal with so much. I wish I could solve all her problems, with the dark magic, with being buried alive, her grandma, and with Jake, Diana thought. "So, Cassie," she said hesitantly.
"Yes?" The other girl whispered, her eyes still closed and a small smile on her face.
"Thank you," she buried her head against Cassie's shoulder and drew the blanket closer to herself. She allowed her eyes to drift closed.
Cassie gave a sleepy laugh. "I should be the one thanking you, Diana. I so needed this." Cassie started to drift off. Somehow, it was already past two in the morning.
And I really needed a friend, Diana thought, but didn't say, I really needed you.
...
Cassie was having one of the best night's sleep in her life. She couldn't remember why she woke up. She knew it wasn't a nightmare, thankfully. She was warm, the comforter was plushy, and there was someone's arm wrapped around her—wait, whose arm? For a split second, Cassie thought it was Charles, but then she realized it was Diana's. She relaxed slightly. This wasn't forbidden, or strange. This was just two friends, sharing in a platonic, friendly embrace—
Cassie's eyes flew open. Diana's arm, the one that had been draped across her waste, began to move. Cassie pretended to be asleep as she felt Diana's hand smooth across her stomach in a slight circle. Diana's hand felt nice through the thin layer of cotton Cassie had on, but when she moved her hand lower, Cassie turned over suddenly to face her.
Diana gasped. "Cassie!" She said in surprise. "I—" She stopped, speechless.
"What are you doing, Diana?" Cassie hissed.
Diana started to cry. "I'm so, so sorry. I thought you were asleep, and—that just makes it worse, I know, but I just thought—it felt like we—I don't know!" She started to sob harder. "I just woke up, and you felt so good—I wasn't even thinking—I'm so sorry! I just—I just felt like I needed you." Diana pulled away as she started crying uncontrollably.
Cassie was stunned. How could this have happened? She didn't think she'd let her on, or ever hinted that she would want this. Cassie watched Diana weep and felt pity stab at her heart. She put her hand on Diana's shaking back. "Hey, it's ok." She told her new friend. "It doesn't have to be a big deal. I know you're going through a lot, too."
Diana turned to look at her, still sniffling. "I really am sorry. I don't know what came over me. I never would out you in that position."
Cassie sighed. She really didn't want to mess up the best friendship she'd had since she was in second grade. After all, she knew Diana was one of the only ones who didn't judge her actions on a daily basis. Their friendship couldn't be thrown away because of some stupid mistake. Decision made, Cassie pulled her close. "Come on, you were probably loopy from sleep and thought I was Adam or something. It's fine."
Diana tensed when Cassie laid her close and kept an arm around her. She wasn't about to tell Cassie she'd been perfectly lucid. Sleep would be impossible this close to Cassie, now, but Diana didn't want to pull away.
"Come on," Cassie laughed nervously as she shook her friend a little, "this doesn't have to be so awkward. Just relax, we'll try it again." She paused. "The sleeping, I mean."
Cassie was holding Diana for about five minutes before she felt realized Diana was still quietly crying. "Why are you crying?" Cassie whispered. There was just enough light from the moon to light Diana's face in a bluish glow. She felt Diana's shoulders shrug. Cassie noticed how full Diana's lips looked, slightly swollen, like she'd been biting them. She could tell that her eyes were slightly pink from crying. She had the strange thought that Diana was really beautiful. She wished her friend would stop crying.
Without thinking, Cassie leaned in and pressed a light, lingering kiss to Diana's lips. They were very soft, and plump. They'd been parted slightly in surprise, and Cassie wondered what it would be like to kiss her more, but pulled back a little, not knowing if that was okay.
Diana's eyes were open wide in surprise. She waited for Cassie to continue. She didn't. Diana's hand snaked through the covers and trailed along Cassie's body until it came to rest at the back of her neck. Before Cassie knew what was happening, Diana pulled her in for an intense kiss.
Firm was not the word for this kiss. This was…rough. Diana's lips forced Cassie's lips apart and her probing tongue toyed with Cassie's shy one. Cassie didn't know what to do, but she knew that she didn't want to pull away. Finally, Diana pulled away, panting. "Cassie," she moaned. Her lips trailed down Cassie's neck, her hands smoothing all over Cassie's body.
Cassie was breathless. She lay there as Diana stroked her skin and her hands slowly worked their way down. She gasped when Diana's mouth closed over her nipple. "Yes," she breathed. She knew that somehow this was wrong, but she was too caught up in the sensation of Diana's warm, wet tongue teasing her hard bud to remember why.
Diana pulled up Cassie's short, white nightdress. She ran her fingertips along the smooth contours of Cassie's stomach. Her hands moved to the band of Cassie's underwear. "Please tell me this is okay," Diana whispered in her ear. "I need you." Diana's voice broke, and her finger looped around the thin strip of fabric at Cassie's hip.
Cassie nodded sharply, and Diana pulled her underwear down, sliding it past her thighs all the way to her knees and ankles before tossing it across the room. Cassie's stomach fluttered at the first feel of Diana's mouth on her mound. It struck her then that another girl was actually touching her there. She'd never even wanted another girl, but with Diana…something just felt right.
Diana licked Cassie with smooth, strong movements. She had Cassie thrusting into her face as she made her even wetter. Every once and a while gave a tender suck that she knew Cassie loved because of the weak whimpering sound that escaped from her lips every time. Diana moved her tongue down, and thrust her tongue deep into Cassie's pussy. She loved the salty sweet way Cassie tasted almost as much as the way Cassie trembled uncontrollably against her face. Diana could tell her friend was close, and moved her lips up to suck Cassie's clit hard.
Cassie groaned and grabbed Diana's hair, pulling it slightly. She loved the way the silky brown locks felt. They reminded her a little of Charles. With that thought, Cassie was coming, grinding herself against Diana. Diana moaned with delight and held still for Cassie, mouth open with a slight smile.
Cassie collapsed, breathing heavily and still shaking with the aftershocks. Diana rose above her for a kiss, and Cassie never knew tasting yourself on another's lips could be so sexy. Diana took Cassie's hands and laid them across her chest as they kissed. Cassie understood, and soon began playing with Diana's nipples through her thin cotton t-shirt.
Diana arched into her. "Please help me, Cassie!" She rubbed her whole body against Cassie in one sinuous motion. Cassie grinned and pushed her friend to the side and rose above her. Her face hovered above Diana's and she grinned. She moved her hands lower until they hit the waist band of Diana's short shorts.
She grinned and her hand slipped underneath to find Diana wasn't wearing underwear. "You naughty thing," she told Diana, her blue eyes mischievous and gleaming. She got a thrill up her spin when Diana shivered at her words. Her fingers slipped through Diana's parted lips easily and she was shocked at how wet Diana already was. "You'll have to tell me if you like this," she whispered, and plunged two fingers into Diana's upstretched channel.
Diana cried out, and arched her whole body upwards. "Cassie!" Cassie leaned in to kiss her, and loved the way Diana's face was desperate with need. She moved her fingers in a counterclockwise swirl around Diana's clit. Diana was bucking her hips into Cassie and moaning out. Her hands gripped the sheets in a tight bunch.
Cassie started to move faster and faster, and increased the pressure. Diana's hands moved to Cassie's wrist and held arm still as she rode Cassie's hand in a frantic grind. She came hard, still clinging to Cassie and calling out her name. Cassie felt more wetness flood, and as soon as Diana released her, moved her hand to her mouth to suck her fingers clean.
"That was—" Diana inhaled and shuddered. "Just what I needed." Cassie threw an arm around her waist and rested her head against Diana's chest. Cassie pulled the covers up to cover them both.
Charles was just waking from an odd dream involving burning boats and crying children. He'd gotten up to go to the bathroom, and had decided to check up on Diana when he heard the noises. Cassie. He started to the door in surprise, but pulled back at the last moment. He recognized Cassie's moans, and he couldn't figure out what they were doing coming from his daughter's room.
But then he got it. He turned from in the door in disgust when he heard his own daughter moan. Just breathe, Charles. Just breathe. He hurried back to his own room, feeling sick.