Befriending Cassie 7

All standard disclaimers apply. This story is complete fiction. Any similarities to anyone living or dead is a coincidence. Both main characters are 18 years old at the time of the story. Any character's 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 feed back.

Thanks for reading.

The two months since Cassie and I had started dating had been amazing. Cassie truly seemed to have made a turn for the better. She was making friends, becoming more social, and was being more widely accepted around school. She wasn't exactly what you would call an extrovert. She was still shy at times. She was particularly uncomfortable around large groups of people. But all things considered, she was doing really well. On a rare occasion, she would still have an off day. When those days came, we just took them in stride. Her physical appearance had started to change to match her shift in personality. She had stopped dying her hair and her jet-black locks were now tinged by blonde roots. She had stopped wearing the dark make-up opting now for a minimal, more natural look. (Which I found just as beautiful.) She had even had her mom take her shopping to buy some more mainstream clothing. Nothing crazy, and some of it still had a bit of a goth feel to it, but not as extreme as her previous wardrobe. She still chose to wear long sleeves to cover the scars on her wrists. The only time she felt comfortable enough to let her wrists go exposed was around her mom or me.

Our relationship continued to grow as well. We had become virtually inseparable. We were at each other's side every second of the day that we could be. When we couldn't be with each other we stayed in constant contact by text. Our physical relationship had been modest. Cassie had become completely comfortable with me touching and holding her. She no longer jumped at an unexpected touch. We kissed and cuddled like newlyweds. We had even participated in a couple very mild make out sessions. I was fine with it. I wanted to move at her pace. I stayed constantly vigilant not to push her past her comfort zone.

Cassie had become a regular fixture at football practice. She always assumed her same spot in the stands and almost always stayed busy drawing in her sketch book. I had asked her a few more times about what she had been drawing, but she always told me that I would see it when I was finished. The team had adopted her as a member of the family. Big Mike, of course, always serving as the biggest brother to his "Lil Sister".

After practice one day, I invited Cassie to come to that Friday's home game.

"I don't think I'm ready for that.' She had told me. "I'm not comfortable around that many people yet."

"What if I could get you away from the crowd?" I asked. "Somewhere relatively private. Would you come then?"

"Is it really that important to you that I'm there?" she asked.

I just nodded.

"Ok. If it means that much to you. But how are you going to make sure I'm out of the crowd?"

"Trust me." I said smiling.

The next day I caught up with Ray Hermond. Ray was the team videographer. Ray was a good kid with a heart of gold. He and I had become friends in my freshman year when I was having trouble in math. He had spent hours tutoring me thereby ensuring my grades stayed good enough to stay on the team. Ray's only problem (at least as far as some people in school were concerned) was that he was a bit of a nerd. Ok, he was a huge nerd. That had made him a target of bullying. That had all stopped when he had become my friend. I never could stand a bully, so I made it my mission to keep an eye out for him. I told Ray of my dilemma with Cassie and asked if he could help. You see, as the videographer, Ray had a private spot on top of the press box. The only people allowed up there were the video crew. And, well, he was the whole crew. Ray was more than happy to help. I told Cassie to meet me an hour before the game at the bleachers. When she did, I introduced her to Ray then bolted for the locker room to get ready. She had given me a very unsure look, but I assured her that she was in good hands. When the time came to take the field, I looked up, and there she was, in the best seat in the house. It felt good knowing she was there. Every now and then during the game I would look up at her. She was always looking at me smiling. That became her spot for the last few games of the season.

And now, here we were two months in and happier than either of us had ever been.

It was a Saturday afternoon. Cassie and I were snuggled up on her couch watching movies. It had become one of our favorite ways to spend time together. Just her and I. Happy with nothing more than just being in each other's company. Cassie was wearing a pair of flannel pajama pants and a short T-shirt. I was reclined and she was laying with her head on my chest. I had shifted my arm to drape it over her. Her shirt had ridden up slightly. When my hand came to rest, it was on the warm skin of her flat stomach. Cassie let out a faint sigh when she felt my hand there. After a few seconds, she shifted her position causing my hand to slide up slightly on her. After another few seconds, she did it again. My hand now rested inches below the lower edge of her bra. I sat there frozen, unsure of what to do. She shifted again, this time making a slightly louder sigh. I continued to sit there, unmoving. Finally, she huffed and turned to look at me.

"What?" I asked innocently.

"You suck at taking hints ya dumb jock." She said sounding frustrated.

"What?" I asked again.

She rolled her eyes. Grabbing my hand, she moved it to where it was now firmly on her left breast.

"Are, are you sure?" I asked.

"Ugh. Don't be weird." She said before reaching up and kissing me.

Her lips were so warm and soft. I opened my mouth and felt her tongue slip into it. I began to gently massage her breast through the fabric of her bra. Her hand moved to the back of my head as the kiss intensified. After a few minutes, Cassie broke the kiss. She sat up and, reaching under her shirt, undid and removed her bra dropping it to the floor before returning to the kiss. I could feel the soft skin of her firm breast. Her nipple was stiff. My hand continued gently massaging her firm mound. My fingers eventually found her nipple and started to gently pinch it. "MMMMM" she moaned into my mouth. I was timid in my approach, unsure of how aggressive I should be. Finally, Cassie grabbed my hand and squeezed it tighter. "I'm not made of glass." She said between kisses.

I started to become more deliberate and firm with my touch. Again, finding her nipple, I pinched it. This time hard, pulling it as I did. "Mmmm, yess." Cassie moaned, moving her mouth to my neck and beginning to kiss and suck it. My hand moved to Cassie's other breast where I started giving it the same treatment. I was attacking her nipples. Rolling them between my fingers. Pinching them, pulling them. The effect on Cassie was obvious. She was squirming and moaning. Her legs were squeezing together, and she was rocking her hips back and forth. My cock had become rock hard. Her moans of pleasure were intoxicating.

After several minutes, Cassie again grabbed my hand. This time she guided it down her body and practically shoved it into her pants. Taking the hint, I slid my hand further in and found the area between her legs. Her underwear was completely soaked. I started rubbing the wet spot feeling the gap in Cassie's moist lower lips through the thin fabric.

Her moans had become more intense. She was now lying flat on her back looking up at me. Her blue eyes were glazed over in lust. I slid my hand back and found the waist band of her panties. I slid it inside, returning it to its previous location. Now, however, there was no barrier between my fingers and her hot, wet, sex. I found the swollen nub of her clit and attacked it with my fingers.

"Ohhh fuuckkkk!" she moaned. Her hips began humping against my hand. Her head tilted back and her eyes slammed shut as she began to pant rapidly in reaction to my touch. Her hands made their way to her shirt. She lifted it up now fully exposing herself to me. She massaged her creamy breasts. Her fingers worked frantically pinching and rolling her light pink nipples. I continued to work my fingers up and down her steamy slit. Finally, I found her hole and slipped one finger inside of her. She gasped, eyes shooting open, a loud, guttural moan escaping her mouth. She was so tight. My finger only made it part way in before meeting resistance. I stopped there, not wanting to push further. I began to work my finger in and out of her.

"Fuck Baby. Oh my God. Please don't stop." Her breathing was becoming more ragged. As I continued working her pussy, I reached down and took one of her nipples into my mouth. Cassie grabbed the back of my head, pulling my mouth tighter against her. I began to suck and lick her sensitive nipple as I continued to finger fuck her. Then, for some reason, I bit down on the tender bit of flesh in my mouth.

"Hooollyyy shiittt!" Cassie screamed. I felt her body tense as her pussy began to spasm around my finger.

"FFuuckk Babyy... I think I'm fucking cumming!" she yelled as her body started to convulse.

The spasms lasted for several seconds. Finally, she started to come down off of her high. I removed my mouth from her tit. There were faint teeth marks on her areola. I withdrew my hand from her pants and cradled her against me as she caught her breath.

Cassie finally regained her composure. She looked up at me, pure ecstasy in her eyes.

"You ok?" I asked.

She just smiled. "Mmmmm uhhuhhhh." She said burying her face into my chest. We sat that way for a while before she finally sat up.

"Sorry, I got a little rough there." I said motioning toward her marked breast.

"Oh fuck no... that felt awesome." She said, a glimmer of lust in her eyes.

She looked over at the clock on the wall.

"Shit! Mom's going to be home soon. I need to get cleaned up."

She stood up, grabbing her bra off the floor. "Sweetie.."

"I know, I know. I gotta go." I said

"Sorry." She replied.

"It's ok Beautiful." I said giving her a kiss. "Text me latter."

Half an hour later my phone went off.

Cassie: "That was close. Mom got home while I was in the shower. Glad we finished when we did."

Me: "WE finished? I think only one of us finished." I replied, adding a laughing emoji.

I glanced out my window. Cassie's curtain was open and she was sitting there looking at my window. I sat up where we were looking at each other.

Cassie: "OMG, I'm so sorry Sweetie. I didn't mean to do that to you (crying emoji)"

I could see that she had a genuine look of regret on her face.

Me: "Its ok babe. I'm just messing with you. I will be fine. I promise. (Kissing emoji.) I'm just glad you felt good."

I saw her look at her phone then smile.

Cassie: "Hell yea I did. (laughing emoji)"

I responded with a laughing emoji.

Me: "I'll try to be more gentle with the "girls" next time. Got a little carried away."

Cassie: "Don't you dare! That was hot as fuck. The "girls" loved it."

Me: "Can I ask you something?"

Cassie: "Anything lover."

Me: "Are you still a virgin?"

Cassie: "Um, yea. Is that ok?"

Me: "Of course. I don't care. I was just curious."

Cassie: "You?"

Me: "Um, well, no. But just one girl."

I saw her check the message. She stared at it for a minute.

Me: "Does that bother you?"

Cassie: "No, no its cool."

Me: "You sure?"

Cassie: "Well its not like I'm going to change it now is it ya dumb jock (smiley emoji)"

I saw Cassie look towards her door and yell something.

Cassie: "Gotta run. Mom's calling me to eat. Hey, leave your curtain open tonight."

Me: "Why?"

Cassie: "Cause I want to watch you jerk off. (multiple laughing emojis)"

Me: "Oh good lord. (eyeroll emoji)

Cassie: I love you. (Kiss emoji)

Me: Love you to.

Cassie and her mom went to visit family on Sunday, so we were restricted to just texting.

It was amazing how much I missed her even though I had just seen her on Saturday. Monday morning Cassie came bounding out of her house and jumped into my car.

"Good morning Sweetie." She said giving me a kiss and hug.

"Morning Beautiful." I replied.

"Soooo?" she said, a mile wide grin on her face.

"So what?" I asked confused.

"So did you take care of business the other night?"

I nearly choked. "What?!"

"You heard me. Did you choke the chicken? Flog the dolphin? Beat the one eyed monster?"

"Cassie, what the hell?" I said turning bright red.

"Oh my God, you did!" she exclaimed with a triumphant cheer. "And did you think about me when you did it?"

"I uh, I mean, uh.." I stammered like a total idiot blushing even harder.

"AHHHAA! I knew it. You dirty boy!" she said laughing hysterically.

"You know, for someone who's," I stopped myself mid-sentence.

"For someone who's what?" she asked.

"Nothing, never mind."

"Cooddyyy. What were you going to say?"

"Nothing."

"Cody Brannen, don't you dare do that to me. What were you going to say?"

I suddenly felt very guilty for what had crossed my mind, but I had no choice but to say it now.

"I was going to say that for someone who's been through what you have, you sure aren't afraid to say some pretty graphic things."

"Does it bother you?" she asked, now seeming a little self conscious.

"No, no not at all Babe. I mean, you have this incredible way of embarrassing the hell out of me. But you Can say anything you want to me. I wont think any less of you."

"And that's why I say those things. You're the only person in the world that I feel safe saying absolutely anything to, so I tend to say whatever pops into my head. Besides, once you've shared your most embarrassing experiences with a room full of total strangers, saying things to your boyfriend is nothing."

"So it doesn't bother you?" I asked shyly.

"What, that you pleasured yourself thinking about me? Hell no. Actually, in some ways it's kinda sweet."

"Sweet?" I asked confused

"Yea. I mean, there's literally millions of girls you could jerk off to but you choose me. I know it sounds kinda weird, but its actually kinda romantic."

"You definitely do have a unique way of thinking of things." I said smiling

"I guess. Do you like my uniqueness?" she asked.

"I love it Babe." I replied giving her a quick kiss.

"Yay." She said smiling. "I am a little disappointed in you though."

"Why, what did I do?"

"You closed your curtains." She said laughing.

"Good lord." I said rolling my eyes.

The crew was already gathered in the parking lot when we arrived. We got out of the car and said our hellos. When Cassie and I got to Mike, it was obvious that he was off. He didn't even offer to hug Cassie.

"Whats up with Mike?" I asked one of the guys.

"Todays the anniversary of his sister." He said.

"Oh shit. I forgot that was today."

"Poor guy." Cassie said.

When the first bell rang, we started towards school.

"I'll catch up." Cassie said.

I watched as she trotted across the parking lot to Mike. She talked to him for a second before wrapping him in as big a hug as she was capable. I wasn't sure from this distance, but I thought I saw a tear on his cheek.

Cassie wasn't at lunch. I got worried. When I checked the outside picnic table, there she was. She was drawing furiously in her sketch book.

"Hey Babe, you ok?" I asked concerned.

"Huh? Oh, yea. Sorry. Just working on something." She said not looking up.

"Can I see?"

"Uhh, no Sweetie, not this one."

"Oh. Ok." I said a bit disappointed.

We sat there through lunch. I tried to talk to her, but she was clearly engrossed in her work. She jumped up, closing her book and started to rush away.

"Hey. Remember me, your boyfriend?" I said, trying not to sound too hurt.

"Oh my God Sweetie. I'm so sorry. Just really needed to get this done. I still love you, promise." She gave me a kiss on the cheek then turned and rushed off.

"You better." I called after her.

It bothered me the rest of the day. What could have been so important that I had basically been tossed to the side. Not that I was jealous, just curious.

It was the last week of practice before the division championship, and I knew every second of practice counted. I rushed into the locker room to get changed. Mike's locker was next to mine. The door was open and what I saw stopped me in my tracks. There, taped to the inside of the door was a charcoal sketch. It was of Mike. He was shoulder to shoulder with a defensive lineman. The look on his face told you he was giving everything he had to block his opponent. But that wasn't what caught my attention. Behind Mike were rays of light shining down from the heavens. Within the light was the angelic image of a little girl. Mike's sister. Her arms were pressed into Mike's back. Her head was down, a look of determination on her face. Her feet were digging into some invisible turf, pushing, helping her brother hold the line with every ounce of her ethereal energy. Written across the picture was three words. "Always With You"

"That's a pretty special girl you have there C-Man" I heard a voice say behind me.

I turned and saw Mike standing there, his eyes misty.

"When?" was all I could ask.

"She caught up with me in the library during study hall. We had a long talk. She really knows how to help make you feel better. It's a damm shame what happened to her. Id like to break her sperm donor's neck."

"What the fuck? She told you?"

"I get the feeling she didn't tell me everything. But she told me enough." He said "She also told me how a certain star quarter back saved her by pulling her out of a pretty dark place in her life. She really loves you bro. You're a very lucky guy."

"Yes I am." I said suddenly overcome with emotion.

Mike stepped around me to his locker to finish getting ready for practice.

"Of course, you know," he said not looking back at me. "You ever hurt my Lil Sister, I'll have to kill you."

"Dually noted." I said laughing.

I made a detour past the stands on the way to the field.

"Hey," I hollered up at Cassie

She looked up at me surprised.

"I love you." I said before turning and heading to the field.

Cassie told me the whole story on the ride home. How she had felt compelled to do something to help Mike. She figured since the drawings had helped her, maybe one would help him. When I asked her about telling him about what had happened to her, she took a deep breath.

"I don't know. I figured maybe if Mike knew he wasn't the only person dealing with stuff that maybe it would help him. I didn't tell him nearly everything. Just enough for him to know we all have scars. I hope it helped."

"I've never seen Mike so at peace with what happened. I have no doubt that it's because of you. That was really brave of you to open yourself up like that. I'm really proud of you."

Cassie smiled. She rested her head on my shoulder. "Thank you. I love you."

"I love you to. More than you will ever know."

Friday finally came. I had been nervous all day about the night's championship game. A win meant we moved on. A loss meant the end of the season and the end of my high school football career. Cassie did her best all day to keep me calm. I must have asked her a dozen times if she would be at the game. Each time she patiently reminded me that she would.

I got into the locker room early. As I walked by Coach's office he called out to me.

"Yes sir?" I said stepping into the room.

"I don't like girls in my locker room." He said gruffly.

"Um, ok." I said clearly confused.

"That girlfriend of yours insisted that she needed to stick something in your locker. She's real pain in the ass."

"Um, yes sir, sorry."

"Good. Get out."

I headed for my locker, even more confused. When I got there, I opened my locker door, and hanging on it was the picture Cassie had been working on for weeks. It was a collage of sketches. Big Mike with his huge toothy grin, arm hanging over my shoulder. Tyler Far, our running back celebrating in the endzone after a touchdown surrounded by teammates. The entire team on a knee in a circle as Coach gave us one of his standard pep talks. The page was covered in candid team moments. Each one emphasizing the special bond we all shared. Written across the bottom of the page was one word; Family.

"What the hell was so important?" Coach asked from behind me. I handed him the picture.

"She drew this?" he asked

"Yes sir." I replied. For the first time in four years of playing for him, I actually saw a flash of emotion. He took the picture and turned walking away.

"Hey Coach," I said in protest.

"I'll give it back later" he barked.

Nervous energy filled the room. "Gather up!" Coach yelled as he walked out of his office. We surrounded him, fully expecting one of his fire and brimstone, kill or be killed, give it your all speeches. Instead, he held up Cassie's picture.

"I want each and everyone of you to look at this." He handed it to the first person in the circle. "Carefully! Anyone messes it up I'll have you doing mountain climbers until you legs fall off. Most of you in this room will never progress past your days here on this team. I don't mean that as an insult. Every one of you is good. Unfortunately, the percentages are against you. So if you're not going to be a NFL star, then why are we here? That picture. That picture is why you are here. We fight for every yard, every play, every win. Not because of aspirations for greatness. We fight for the people in that picture. We fight for the guy to the left and right of us. We fight for each other, because we are family. Years from now you won't remember who ran how many yards or who scored what touchdown in which game. What you will remember is the relationships you developed on AND off the field. You give your all because the man next to you gives his all for you. Win or loose tonight, nobody can take away the fact that we are family."

You could have heard a pin drop. No one would admit it, but there wasn't a dry eye in the house. Coach took the picture back and handed it to me.

"Mr. Brannen, please thank your lady friend for showing this team what matters."

"Yes sir. I will."

We charged onto the field, fired up and ready to do battle. I glanced up at the press box, but Cassie wasn't there. I got worried.

"Brannen!" I heard Coach yelling. I searched the sidelines and found him at the end of the bench. Standing next to him was Cassie. She was wearing the away jersey with my number on it. She looked happy, but slightly terrified.

"I figured she could use a seat with a better view." Coach said, "But if you start fucking up, its back to the roof with her, got it?"

"Yes sir." I said smiling.

I gave her a quick kiss before guiding her to the best place to watch without being in the way. "HEEYYYYY Lil Sister!" Mike yelled running up and scooping her into his arms for a patented Big Mike Bear Hug eliciting a startled scream from her.

It was brutal. Both teams fought for every single inch of ground. It was one of the most physical games I had ever played in. On one play, I dropped back and cut loose with a perfect throw to my best wide receiver. Seconds later I felt like I had been hit in the back by a semi. I was driven into the ground face first. My helmet dislodged and rode down across the bridge of my nose. I could hear the whistles, I saw a yellow flag fly over me as I rolled over, but most important, the roar of the crowd told me I had connected resulting in a touchdown. I lay there on the ground trying to regain my wits. I could taste blood on my lips.

I managed to sit up just as coach and the trainer made it to me. As always, Mike was already there towering over me prepared to protect me from any more cheap shots. After a quick assessment, I was assisted to my feet and helped off the field to the cheers of the crowd. I was still somewhat stunned and vaguely remember seeing the look of horror on Cassie's face as I was assisted to the bench. I must have looked terrible. Blood ran down my face from the gash on my nose. Every white part of my jersey was now stained red.

"He's good Lil Sister. Your boy's tough" I heard Mike reassuring her.

The trainer set to work cleaning me and patching me up. When she finished and stepped away, I saw Cassie standing there watching. She was shaking and had a stricken look on her face. I motioned for her to come over.

"I'm good. I promise. I just hope you didn't love me for my pretty face." I said smiling. She gave me a weak smile then reached down to kiss me. I pulled back.

"I'm gross." I said.

"I don't care." She said kissing my forehead.

I wish this had a fairytale ending. Our team gave every ounce of everything they had. It was truly a game of blood, sweat, and tears. In the end, it came down to a field goal. We lost. 7-10. Coach gathered us and told us how proud he was. Not only was he proud of us as his team, he was proud of us as his family. His eyes looked at Cassie, who was standing near the end of the field out of the way, when he said this. I saw her blush slightly. As we made our way to the locker room, I told Cassie I would be out as quick as I could.

"Don't rush. I'll be here for you." I took my time getting cleaned up. By the time I had dressed and cleared my locker out I was one of the last players left. I stopped by Coach's office and thanked him for all he had done for me. He thanked me for all my hard work and for being a team leader. I walked out the door. I didn't see Cassie, so I made my way onto the field. I stood there at the fifty-yard line. It was like I could see and hear all the events, good and bad, that had taken place here over the years. I suddenly became aware that I was no longer alone. Cassie stepped up next to me. She wrapped her arm around my waist and leaned her head on me. She didn't say anything. She just let me be in my thoughts. Finally, I spoke.

"It's always been so clear. Work hard, give it your all, do the right things, and someday you'll be rewarded and move up. Now, well hell, now I don't know what to do. My college ambitions relied on me getting a scholarship. Thanks to the concussion earlier this year, those dreams are gone. Football is all I know. Now I don't know where my road leads."

"Me either Sweetie." Cassie said squeezing me tighter. "But wherever it goes, I will be right there with you."

I looked down into her eyes. They were filled with love and support. Something about those eyes told me that everything was going to be ok.

"I'll hold you to that." I said smiling before leaning down and kissing her just as the stadium light went out.`