Berfriending Cassie Ch. 01

All standard disclaimers apply. This story is complete fiction. Any similarity to anyone living or dead is a coincidence. Both main characters are 18 years old at the time of the story. Any character involved in any form of sexual activity are 18 years old at the time of said activity.

**Trigger Warning**

This story centers on a character that was the victim of long-term sexual abuse. The author DOES NOT condone sexual assault or abuse in any way, shape, or form. Likewise, this story is not intended to glorify or promote sexual assault or abuse. The focus of the story is to follow our female antagonist as she learns to rebuild her life and relationships. Due to the nature of her backstory, there will be instances where her abuse will be described or discussed. If this bothers you, please do not continue.

My focus tends to be on the characters, their relationships, and the story. I don't write quick jerk-off stories. In fact, there may be no sex at all in some chapters. If all you are looking for is a quick way to get off, these stories are not for you.

I'm relatively new to writing and look forward to positive feedback.

Thanks for reading.

I first met Cassie in the summer before my senior year. It would be a complete lie to say we hit it off right off the bat. To be honest, I'm pretty sure it would have been perfectly fine with her if I had disappeared off the face of the planet. Little did I know how our story would end up.

I lived in a small town in Indiana. It was the stereotypical town that could have been the topic of any '60s television sitcom. It was the type of town where the seasons of the year were marked by 4th of July parades, Founder's Day celebrations, and fall festivals. The kind of town where most businesses closed on Sunday and where everybody knew everybody else. It was the type of town where Monday morning quarterbacks and aging former high school football stars gathered in the barber shop or local diner to discuss Friday night's game.

What it was not, however, was the kind of town where you would expect to find a girl like Cassie Davis.

For my part, well I guess you could say I matched the aesthetic perfectly. The clean cut, brown haired, green eyed, all American boy. I was the typical high school jock. I was the star quarterback. I was on the radar of several D1 colleges and had no doubt that life after high school included an athletic scholarship. Years of sports training and conditioning had left me in phenomenal shape. I was 6'4'' with a muscular physique and tanned skin from spending hours on the practice field. Yep. I was the typical jock alright. Typical in all but one way; my attitude. So many times, jocks are thought of as musclebound, egotistical, bullies. But not me. I had been raised by parents who had preached character over accomplishment. They impressed on me that the way you treated people was far more valuable than the trophies you brought home. "People won't remember how many touchdowns you threw." my dad would say. "But they will always remember how you treated them."

We were about three weeks into summer vacation when the moving truck had pulled up to the house next door. In true mid-western small-town fashion, my mom had immediately set to work making a pan of Rice Krispy treats to take to the new neighbors. It was her go-to treat anytime she needed something quick to put together for a church social, neighborhood gathering, or on rare occasions, the welcoming of someone new to the neighborhood. As soon as the welcoming gift was finished, mom headed out the door. Normally, this would have been a family trip, but my dad and I were busy making repairs to our back deck. After about thirty minutes we heard the screen door slam indicating Mom's return.

"Cody!' I heard mom call.

"Out back helping dad." I replied.

Mom made her way out the back door.

"Oh good, there you are."

"How's the new neighbors?" Dad asked, not looking up from the board he was cutting.

"Very nice." Mom answered. "Her name is Melonie Davis. She's a single mom. They just moved here from Michigan. She has some family near here. That's why they moved here. She is going to be a nurse at the hospital."

"Uhuhuh. Did you get her bank account number, blood type, and favorite color to?" Dad asked, teasing my mom.

"Very funny Richard." she shot back trying to sound mad but clearly grinning.

"They couldn't afford a moving company, so she had to drive that big U-Haul truck here on her own. Actually, that's why I was looking for you Cody. They could use some help moving some of their bigger stuff in. Do you mind?"

"Of course not." I answered. "Dad?"

"Go ahead. I've got this under control."

A few minutes later I was standing at the front door of what use to be the Johnson's house. Mr. Johnson had passed away three years ago from a heart attack and Mrs. Johnson's health had deteriorated to the point that her daughter had decided it was best to move her in with her family to take care of her. They had put the house on the market about six months ago. I had just reached out to knock on the door when it swung open and a blonde-haired lady in her mid-forties started out the door. "OOHH!" she said startled nearly running into me.

"Sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to scare you." I said. "I'm Cody Brannen. My mom asked me to stop by and offer you guys a hand."

"Oh, my goodness. Of course. Nice to meet you Cody. Thank you. There's sooo much to unload and I'm not sure Cassie and I can handle some of it."

"Glad to help." I replied. "Just point me in a direction and consider me your pack mule." I said smiling.

Ms. Davis laughed and pointed me towards the truck.

I tested the boxes as I came to them. If they felt light, I sat them to the side making sure to leave the easier work to others and taking the heavier boxes myself. On one trip in Ms. Davis stopped me and looked in the box.

"Master bedroom." she said. "Up the stairs and..."

"Yes ma'am. I know where it is. We were pretty close to the Johnsons so I've spent a lot of time in here." I explained.

"Oh, of course you have. Ok. thank you." she said.

I made my way up the stairs and headed left down the hallway entering the door at the end. I sat the box down with the others and looked around for a second. I had to admit, it was kind of strange being in the house without the Johnsons. I turned and headed out the door. I was looking down at the floor somewhat lost in thought when I suddenly became aware of a person coming out of the bedroom to my left. Before I could stop my momentum, I had crashed in to them knocking them to the floor. I was able to catch myself on the banister before tumbling to the ground on top of them.

"Watch it jerk!" she said sharply.

"Oh my God, I'm so sorry. I wasn't looking where I was going." I said reaching out my hand to help her up.

She took my hand and made it to her feet. "Yea no shit. That was pretty obvious."

I don't know why, but I was stunned at what stood in front of me. She was about 5'4'', and thin. At least, as far as I could tell she was thin. Maybe 110 pounds. It was hard to tell though because of her clothing. She wore baggy black jeans held up by a dog leash she had fashioned into a belt. Her arms were covered by the sleeves of a black and purple striped t-shirt which itself was covered by an oversized black "Metallica" t-shirt. Her face was pale with soft features. She had big, almost doe eyes that were ice blue in color and were accentuated with black eyeliner. Her soft lips formed an angry frown and were coated with black lipstick. In the corner of her bottom lip was a small silver lip ring which matched the one in the left side of her nose. She had jet black hair that was pulled back in a loose ponytail that nearly reached her waist. Maybe it was how different she was from any other girl I had ever seen or maybe it was something else, but I found myself completely mesmerized by her.

"Is there a problem?" she asked snidely snapping me back to reality.

"Huh? No, no. Sorry. I'm Cody. I live next door."

"Oh good. My life is complete knowing that." she said her voice thick with sarcasm.

"Cassie!" In all the commotion, neither of us had noticed Ms. Davis coming up the stairs. "That's not very nice." she admonished

"Whatever." Cassie said rolling her eyes before turning, pushing past her mom and heading back to the first floor. I couldn't help but stare as she disappeared down the stairs.

"I'm sorry" Ms. Davis said to me, brining my focus back to her. "There was no call for that."

"It's ok." I said. "I'm sure she's just missing her friends or is upset about the move or something." I said.

"Mmhmm" was Ms. Davis's only reply.

Over the next few hours, we managed to completely empty the moving truck. My dad had come over and helped move the furniture I couldn't handle on my own before excusing himself to return to the deck. Occasionally I would pass Cassie as she selected the boxes with her stuff in it and took them to her room. Each time I saw her I attempted to make polite conversation. I was not only ignored but was treated as if I had never even existed. Every now and then Ms. Davis would witness the interaction and give Cassie a disapproving glare. Cassie simply rolled her eyes and returned to her room each time.

As I carried the last box in, I noticed a picture frame in it. It was one of those family frames that had spots for multiple pictures. Several pictures had been removed from the frame. If I had to take a guess, I would say that these empty spots had once contained pictures of Cassie's father.

"Must have been a nasty divorce." I thought to myself.

A picture in the bottom left corner caught my eye. It was a girl that looked to be a couple years younger than Cassie standing in a batter's stance wearing a softball uniform. She had long blonde hair and was wearing sunglasses. On her face she wore a smile that could light up a room. I heard Ms. Davis walk back into the room.

"Ms. Davis, does Cassie have a sister?" I asked

"Huh?" she said sounding confused before looking over my shoulder.

"No sweetie, that IS Cassie. That was before..." She let her sentence trail off.

"I think that's the last box, isn't it?" She said, changing the subject.

"Yes ma'am."

"Excellent." she said with a tired smile on her face.

"Would you like to join us for dinner? Your mom brought over a casserole."

"That sounds about right." I laughed "No thank you. I'm kinda casseroled out." I said smiling.

She smiled back. "I understand. Let me grab my purse. I want to pay you for your hard work."

"No ma'am." I responded quickly. "I didn't do this to get paid. It's what neighbors do for each other."

"Aww. Thank you, sweetie. That's very nice of you. Tell your mom I'll bring her pan back in a day or two."

"Don't stress over it. She has dozens of them." I said laughing.

"Ok. And I'm sorry again about Cassie's attitude."

"No worries. I'm sure she will calm down when she makes some friends."

"Yea. She's not really the friend making type here lately. " Ms. Davis said some sadness in her eyes.

"Well, she will have at least one soon enough. I don't scare off easily." I said with a grin.

"Uhhuh, Good luck with that." she called after me as I headed for the door.

Later that night I was taking the trash out and could hear yelling coming from next door. It was clear that Cassie and her mom were going at it pretty bad. I would find out years later that the fight had been about the way Cassie had treated me. Even after all that time I felt guilty that I had been the cause of their argument even though deep down inside it I knew it wasn't my fault.

Maybe it was the fact that it was my last one, or maybe it had always been the case, but summer vacation seemed to fly by. Life went pretty much as it always had. Summer trips, hanging with friends, cookouts, and warm nights spent in the backyard with family and friends. The one difference was the presence of our new neighbors. It didn't take mom long to make friends with Ms. Davis. "Mel", as we found out she liked to be called, became a regular fixture at our house. It wasn't unusual for her to ask me over to help with projects here and there. She always tried to pay me. I always refused. Cassie (when I saw her) always ignored me. It became as normal as any other summer routine.

I hadn't forgotten my promise to Ms. Davis though. No matter how much Cassie tried to ignore me, I refused to give in. I just had this feeling that she needed a friend and that maybe I was the one that could start to break down the wall she had built around herself. Ms. Davis still wasn't confident that I would be successful, but she appreciated my effort. I could tell that whatever was going on with Cassie was really taking its toll on Ms. Davis. It wasn't uncommon to hear them arguing. Sometimes it ended with Cassie storming out the backdoor and secluding herself in a hammock that hung in the back corner of the yard. A few times I had been outside when this happened. I would try to ask if she was ok or if she wanted to talk. My offer was always met with "Fuck off!" or "Mind your own damm business!" or some similar rebuke. Other times the fights would end with Cassie locking herself in her room and blasting death metal as loud as it would go. This usually ended with her mom coming over and having tearful conversations with my mom. It was all pretty heartbreaking.

It was near the end of summer break, and we had started the dreaded "two-a-day" football training. Up at four a. m., at the field by 6:30, practice until 9. Then, home for a few hours before being back at school at 5p. m. and practice until 8p. m. The first week was usually pretty miserable as I adjusted back to the routine, but after that it wasn't too bad. I enjoyed practice. I liked the feeling it gave me pushing my body to the limit. The only downside is it pretty much destroyed your social life. No time to do anything in the morning, a quick bite and some rest, then back to practice until evening. By the time I got home it was usually getting dark. It was on one such evening that I returned home and noticed a flashlight in the Davis's side yard. Curious, I got out of my car and made my way around the house. I found Ms. Davis standing in the yard shining a light into the house's breaker box.

"Everything OK?" I said causing her to jump and let out a small scream.

"Good lord Cody, you nearly gave me a heart attack."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I saw the light and thought I should check on things. "I apologized.

"That's very nice of you. The hot water went out and I can't figure out which breaker it is." she said frustrated.

"Ohhh, It's in the basement. The Johnson's use to have a gas water heater but when they replaced it with an electric one Mr. Johnson had a new circuit run. The window near it leaks and sometimes when it rains it causes the breaker to trip. I can show it to you if you like."

"Ahhhh, I see. Yes, I would appreciate it."

We headed into the house through the back door. I opened the door to the basement and headed down. Ms. Davis followed behind me. When I reached the bottom of the stairs I reached up instinctively and found the pull cord turning on the light.

"You really do know this house well." Ms. Davis said impressed.

"When the Johnson's got older and were having health problems I would help out around the house. Mrs. Johnson didn't want Mr. Johnson going down the basement stairs anymore so they would call me whenever the breaker needed reset."

"Awww. You're such a sweet young man,"

"Thanks." I said blushing a little.

I made my way across the basement to the water heater. Sure enough, the breaker was tripped. I opened the box and flipped the switch resetting it.

"There ya go. Should be good now."

"Thanks Cody."

We made our way through the kitchen and into the living room. Ms. Davis was in the middle of thanking me again when we heard Cassie's voice.

"Mom, is the hot water fixed yet? I need a shower."

I turned just in time to see Cassie come out of her room. My jaw hit the floor. She was standing there on the landing, but she wasn't dressed in her normal black attire. Instead, she had on a tight shirt that stopped just above her flat belly. It was pulled tight across her firm B cup breasts. Even from where I was standing, I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She also wasn't wearing any pants. The only thing covering her lower body was a pair of thin, white cotton panties. Extending from the bottom of her underwear was a pair of long, firm legs. Her dark hair was down and contrasted against her pale alabaster skin. Our eyes met and for a second, we both stared at each other in shock.

"MOM! WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT IS HE DOING HERE!" she screamed. She spun around giving me a perfect view of her beautiful firm ass as she bolted into her room. It all happened in a matter of seconds but that's all it took to sear the image into my brain. Her door slammed and for a second it was quiet. The next thing I remembered hearing was Ms. Johnson

"You can close your mouth, she's gone now." she said just a hint of displeasure in her voice.

I instantly began to turn bright red from embarrassment.

"I I I, Ms. Davis, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to stare. I didn't mean any disrespect." I stammered.

"I know. It's ok. No harm. Nevertheless, it's probably time for you to go. I'm sure I'm going to hear about this any minute now.

I quickly made my way out the door and to my house. I went straight to my room and closed the door. I stood there, mind spinning trying to reconcile what I had just seen.

I don't know what time it was; I had fallen asleep and was awakened by the sound of my bedroom door opening. The moon outside was full and shone enough light through the window to be able to see.

"Mom?" I asked as a figure slipped through the door.

There was no answer. I struggled to get my eyes adjusted to the dim light as the the form moved closer. Stepping out of the shadows, I was shocked to see Cassie making her way across my room towards my bed. She was wearing the same shirt and panties I had seen her in earlier and the moonlight caused her pale skin to almost glow. She made her way to my bed and crawled onto it making her way up and straddling my waist.

"Hi Cody." she said seductively.

"Wha, what are you doing here?" I asked confused at her presence.

"Well," she started "I've been thinking. I'm really sorry for the way I've been treating you. After all, you're just trying to be my friend."

I couldn't speak. Her icy blue eyes seemed to pierce my very soul.

"And I thought," she said continuing "that maybe I should do something to make it up to you." as she said this, she began to grind her crotch back and forth of my hardening cock. She reached down and pulled her shirt over her head freeing her firm breasts. As she continued to grind on my now fully erect member, she moved her hands to her breasts and began to play with her dark pink nipples. After a minute or so she leaned down and gave me a passionate kiss. I could feel the softness of her lips accented by the hardness of her lip ring. She kissed her way across my cheek then down my neck before leaning over and whispering in my ear.

"And I reeallly want to make it up to you." she whispered.

She kissed her way down my chest and across my abdomen. As she traveled down my body, she pulled my sheets down exposing more and more of me. Reaching my crotch she kissed the head of my throbbing cock through my tight boxer-briefs. Grasping the waistband, she began to work my underwear down eventually exposing my entire cock to the night air.

"Mmmm, Cody. Such a big cock." she said taking my member into her hand. I was frozen in place. I couldn't believe this beautiful goth girl, the one who just hours ago had run cussing from the room, was now holding my cock in her hand. In one smooth motion Cassie opened her mouth and swallowed the full length of my shaft. "MMMMM, Oh God." I moaned in pleasure. Her dark hair fell forward creating a curtain around her face as she worked her mouth up and down my shaft. Her tongue swirled back and forth as she applied suction bobbing herself up and down. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer. As if sensing my condition, Cassie pulled her mouth off of me. Tossing her hair back, she stared at me. Her eyes were like a predator closing in on its prey.

"Uh uh big boy. We're not done yet.' She worked her way back up my body until her amazing breasts were pressed against my chest. She kissed me again, this time pressing her tongue between my lips and into my mouth. As we kissed, I could feel Cassie's hips moving around on my stiff cock. Her hand reached between us grasping my engorged prick. She used it's head to push her panties to the side and began to rub her hot wet slit with it. I moaned into her mouth at the stimulation her soaking wet pussy was causing. In one swift motion, Cassie rocked her hips and took the head of my cock inside of her. She broke our kiss and sat up. As she did my entire length was swallowed by her burning hole.

"Holllllyyyy fuuuuckkkkk!" Cassie cried out as she bottomed out on me. " Fuck that thing is thick!" She began to gyrate her hips both pressing me further into her as well as stimulating her swollen clit on my pelvis. She began to moan more and more. Grabbing my hands, she placed them on her breasts.

"Pinch my nipples." she demanded.

I started to roll her firm nipples between my fingers.

"Mmmm, harder. Pinch them harder!" she cried desperately. I pinched her nipples hard. I pulled and abused them. If I had been worried about hurting her, her moans of ecstasy cleared that concern quickly.

"Ohhh fucckk yessss. That's it. Hurt them! Oh God yesssss!" She was now taking the full length of my cock in and out of her. She would lift up until just the tip was in her before slamming herself down fully impaling herself in my dick. I sat up. Wrapping one arm around her waist, I took her left nipple in my mouth sucking on it. She hissed as she wrapped her arms around my head pulling my face harder against her. She was fucking me so hard that the headboard of my bed was banging against the wall. KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

"Fuck babby you feel so good." KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK "Fucking suck my tits! Bite them! Bite my fucking nipples!" KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

I bit down hard on her nipple. Hard enough that I was afraid I would draw blood.

"OOOHHH FUUUCKKKKK... YESSSSSSSS" She screamed " KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

IM CUMMING, IM CUMMING BABY IM CUMMING"

I pulled back in confusion staring at Cassie as she rode out her orgasm. It was Cassie's face, but something had changed. Her voice suddenly sounded... well.... she sounded like my mother.

Knock Knock Knock. "Baby I'm coming in." I snapped awake it took a second to realize what was happening. The knocking had been my mom knocking on my bedroom door. I quickly rolled to my side pulling my covers over me to hide my erection just as my mom's head poked in. "Baby. You awake?"

"Mmmph" I groaned feigning sleep.

"Heyyyy, sorry to wake you up. I'm running to the store. Do you need anything."

"No ma'am." I said doing my best to act groggy.

"Ok. See you when I get home. Love you."

My mom closed the door and I rolled back over and stared at the ceiling.

"What the fuck was that all about?" I asked myself. Why the hell was I having dreams about fucking a girl who obviously hated me. My hand absent mindedly made its way to my cock. Reaching the front of my underwear, I found that they were soaking wet and sticky. "Awwww what the hell." I thought. I hadn't had a wet dream in years and I had NEVER had a dream as intense or as real as the one I had just woken up from. I waited until I heard Mom's car leave the driveway. I climbed out of bed and took a long cold shower before throwing my underwear and sheets in the washer. No matter how much I tried to shake off the dream I couldn't. It was going to be really awkward next time I saw Cassie.