Date: Wed, 05 May 2004 10:46:42 +0000
From: Chris Angel <moonknuckle@hotmail.com>
Subject: The Misadventures of Holly-Raine, chapter two

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Stage Two: Cassie and Shannon

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Cassie still couldn't believe it. Summer had invited her to her birthday
party. It was unimaginable. Maybe she and Jenny even regarded her as a
friend? Who knew? But at least, Cassie was glad to have been invited. Of
course, she had nothing to wear, and clothes would be a necessity (duh!) but
Cassie had more than enough money put away from her after school job.

The blonde dug around in her gym bag. Though she hated Gym with a fiery
passion that outshined hell itself, it was a necessary evil. It was the only
lesson she was bad at, and worse was that it  was a lesson that she didn't
take with Holly. She had opted for swimming in her gym class (give you three
guesses why) while Cassie was sick on the day the year had been given the
option. So she was stuck with the only thing that had a space left, which
was softball. Cassie hated it. She more than made a fool of herself out on
that grassy field, swinging a bat aimlessly at a ball. Sometimes she felt
that she would die of embarrassment every time she was picked last for a
team.

Still, she had no choice. Academic spirit demanded that she at least try her
best. What more could she do? Cassie slowly slipped out of her normal
clothes (her staple flowery dress and flip-flops) and dressed herself in the
gym kit her mother had pack for her in the morning. The young girl quickly
pulled the white shorts up both her thin legs, and pulled the white top over
her small chest. She wasn't too comfortable with her own nakedness, either.
And all though she was the first to get dressed, the other girls all left
the changing rooms before her. Well, so she believed. Cassie waited until
the last girl she saw left, then stood up to follow them. They were all
headed to the softball pitch to start this period's lesson. Though Cassie
wanted to waste as *much* time as possible, Couch Jeffers was a real bear
when it came to tardiness. Of course, out of all the faculty members, she
was all muscle and no brain. Hard-headedness was a given when dealing with
that teacher.

Cassie stood to leave, and walked over to the doors that lead out into the
grass fields. But before she even left, her ears picked up on the sound of
mocking sniggers. Cassie looked back to see who was doing that, but then
wished that she would have walked away when she saw the girl.

Of all people, it had to be...

"S-Shannon." Cassie said with a tremor in her voice. "It's you..."

The contemptuous, foul-mouthed and cocky girl with the `dirty blonde' hair,
Shannon, made her presence known. She, like Cassie, was dressed up in a pure
white sports outfit, just for softball, but where Cassie looked puny in it,
Shannon made it look glorious. Her larger breasts were in deep contrast to
Cassie's smaller ones, and her long, shapely legs follow the same idea in
comparison to Cassie's thin ones.

Suddenly, Cassie felt like a mouse. Shannon was one of those popular
trendies. And she seemed to enjoy every bit of power that status gave her.
Conceited, stuck-up, rude, and well, just plain bitchy. Aside from her
authoritative movie-star looks and sexy cerulean eyes, Shannon didn't have
much going for her (in terms of personality). Though others might have
disagreed, Cassie felt dwarfed by her. Shannon had looks, popularity (though
lord knows why), and seemed to be everything that Cassie wasn't. In fact,
Cassie was a little afraid of her. Not from physical violence, but from the
fact that she was too intimidated by Shannon to put the girl in her place.

Shannon was well aware of this. "Hey Cassie. You're looking well. I see you
didn't stuff your bra today."

Cassie looked downwards. "I-I never do... that..."

"Well, that's okay," Shannon tossed her hair, walking forward seductively.
"Pancake-chested girls like you need all the help they can get. We can't all
be gorgeous."

"I know..." Cassie hated herself inside for swallowing that kind of crap from
Shannon. But words, meaningless as they are, had scary effects so some
people. It frightened her to know that she once had a crush on such a
superficial person.  "I--I should be going now..."

Shannon didn't move to stop her, but kneeled downwards and leaned into
Cassie's bag when she turned her back. Cassie was just about to head into
the softball field, until she heard something that made her freeze with
fear.

"O, unforeseeable fate, can't thou hand me my prize? I stand alone in the
realm of shadows, longing for the sweet touch of my precious. My precious
Holly-Raine. My tears leak endlessly as I see her only in my dreams, and my
heart burns sadly as my fingers perform that which I desire Holly to do.
Please, fate, give me my angel..."

Cassie turned back instantly. "Don't read that! Please, Shannon!"

Shannon burst into laughter as she read a few excepts from Cassie's poetry
diary. But while she did that, it was all Cassie could do to keep from
crying. Nobody was ever supposed to see that book. It was one of the few
outlets for her passion. And now, Shannon had violated that. And at the same
time, she had discovered the crush that Cassie had for Holly-Raine. Her
deepest, darkest secret.

Shannon continued to giggle. "Oh, Cassie. You crack me up. To think, all
this time, you've had a thing for Holly. Poor baby! Now I understand why you
were so desperate to get into Holly's swimming class. Hoping to check her
out in a swimsuit, were you? I bet the thought of that really gets your
`fluids flowing' if you know what I mean."

Cassie felt like she could just die from embarrassment. "Please give me that
back."

"Come and get it."

And from that saying of that, Cassie gulped. She was so intimidated by
Shannon that she could barely keep her knees from knocking. But through
fear, Cassie stepped forward, foot-by-foot, till she came in close with
Shannon. As she reached out to get it, Shannon dropped the book, grabbed
Cassie by the shoulders, then forced her into the lockers of the changing
room. Cassie gasped suddenly, her cheek meeting with cool metal, but was
even more shocked as she felt Shannon's form pressing closely into her body.
Shannon's hips melted into Cassie's, her large breasts pressing into
Cassie's back . And more shock followed, as Cassie felt Shannon's breath
against her ear.

Shannon spoke leisurely and lustfully. "Holly might not be so forgiving when
she hears you've been writing about her. What would she say, I wonder? What
would the rest of the school say?"

Cassie's eyes were wide with shock . "Please! Don't say anything! Please,
Shannon!"

Shannon grinned deviously, then curled her tongue into Cassie's ear. The
shorter girl squirmed, her breath short and heart pounding. Shannon always
made Cassie's skin crawl, but now, she felt somehow... calm. But that couldn't
be right. She loved Holly.

"I'm very good at keeping my mouth shut." Shannon said, withdrawing her
tongue. "As long as I have an incentive. Just be nice to me."

Chills were running up and down Cassie's spine. "N-Nice?"

"Oh c'mon," The taller girl whispered. "You know what I mean. You've wanted
to do it to Holly over and over again. I've seen the way you look at her.
You used to look at me like that, didn't you?"

That was true. Cassie remembered those times with some shame. She had first
seen Shannon nearly two years at a burger place, and had been bewildered by
Shannon's good looks. Of course, when Shannon transferred into Atlantic
High, it was revealed that the personality didn't reflect those looks.
Shannon was as bitchy as she was beautiful. Which made it easy for Cassie to
slip out of the crush she had on Shannon. It took a couple months though.
And through those months, Cassie was faced with a fixation similar to her
current one on Holly-Raine. But she had no idea that Shannon had known of
her crush. Was Cassie really that obvious?

Shannon intently watched Cassie's neck as she took a moment to think. With a
throbbing at her heart and her crotch, Shannon watched the nape of Cassie's
neck rise and fall with every hurried breath. She watched the sliver
necklace roll away and back as Cassie's soft flesh continued to pulse. It
was obvious that Cassie was struggling to take this all in. But Shannon
didn't see that as an obstacle. She saw it as an opening.

The girl with the dirty blonde hair lunged for that smooth neck, nibbling
along its tender flesh. Cassie froze with a start, then felt herself melt
into it. Her eyes slipped shut, her heartbeat raced, and her mind ran a mile
a minute, as Shannon continued to suckle and bite at her neck. Shannon made
her way downwards, to Cassie's collarbone, leaving a trail of reddish bite
marks and idle saliva in her wake. One last kiss was placed against Cassie's
collarbone, before Shannon pulled back. To go any further she'd have to
remove that damn gym shirt. Cassie felt relieved yet at the same time
disappointed that the taller blonde had stopped what she was doing. But that
made no sense. She loved Holly, her Holly. Cassie had been in love with
Holly-Raine for so long now, why would Shannon still excite her like this?

Even Shannon noticed Cassie's indecision. It was written all over her face.

"Thinking about her, aren't you?" Shannon said, "She doesn't give a damn
about you, Cassie. She doesn't give a damn. She'll never look at you that
way."

"But I--I--"

Shannon's hand slowly wound up to the buttons that were trying up the front
half of Cassie's shirt. Had Cassie not have been so bamboozled by all that
was happening, she might have had the foresight to realize that Shannon
wanted more.

Shannon continued to unbutton Cassie's shirt while she spoke. "You know I'm
right. I bet Holly doesn't even know who you are. Why chase after a girl
like that? She'll never have eyes for you."

Cassie opened her eyes. "H-Holly..."

"You can say her name a billion times," Shannon's hands moved down to the
band holding up Cassie's gym shorts. "But she'll never love you. And if I
tell her about your little notebook, it'll prove that. You want that? You
want me to tell her?"

"No..." Cassie said, her voice was shaking from both fear and arousal. "Please
don't. Please don't do that. I'm begging you."

Shannon grinned. "That's what I like to hear. You've always been mine,
Cassie Robbins. Did you really think I'd let airhead Holly-Raine slobber all
over you? No way. You're all mine. Say it. Say that you're all mine."

Cassie's head lulled to the side, heat running up and down her body, peaking
at the areas at which Shannon administered her delicate but lusciously
possessive touch. She couldn't even think clearly. Suddenly, all she could
think about was Shannon's touch. How she had desired this, those past years
ago. How she so greatly desired this from Holly. How light and delicate that
touch made her and how reluctant she was to pull away. What did that make
her? She couldn't rightly claim to love Holly then get thrilled by a virtual
bimbo-bully groping her up in the locker room... could she?

What did this mean?

Shannon left Cassie to mentally remonstrate with herself, while she took
action. The older girl pulled her hands upwards, over the smoothness of
Cassie's navel, then under the fabric of the gym shirt. With hurried glee,
those two hands sought out their prize. Cassie gasped with astonishment and
unexpected delight as Shannon cupped both of her small breasts into both
palms. The younger blonde breathed in quickly and harshly, unable to gather
all the emotions swirling in her head. It was all she could do to just go
with the flow. Shannon began a slow, firm kneading of both mounds. Though
Shannon looked to be a mindless clothes freak of the trendies, she knew her
way around the female body. A fact that Cassie was starting to learn first
hand. Cassie's sky blue eyes blinked and rolled in their sockets, while her
head titled back onto Shannon's shoulder. Shannon grinned when her fingers
started to playing with Cassie's nipples. They were as stiff as ocean rock.
That spoke volumes.

"Say it, Cassie," Shannon barked, "Tell me that you're mine."

Cassie mumbled to herself, barely noticing anything aside from the glorious
feel of Shannon dainty fingertips, plucking at her sensitive nubs. "I'm--I'm--"

"Say it!"

"I--I'm--I'm yours!" She finally declared. "I belong to you! Please...Shannon...
just..."

The taller woman placed a kiss on the shorter girl's shoulder. "That's good.
I knew you'd admit one day. Now, sweetness, turn around."

Shannon finally pulled away from Cassie, dragging her hands away from the
other blonde's breasts and stepped away. Cassie stood still for a moment,
then swung around and faced her `owner', Shannon.

"You sweet little thing." Shannon placed a solitary fingertip to her lips.
"Take off your clothes. They're bothering me."

Cassie's face was flushed with embarrassment, her heart was pounding
relentlessly, and her eyes were trained on both doors leading into the
changing rooms, but she did as she was tolled. Cassie slowly crossed her
arms over her waist, clasping her shirt. In one motion, she pulled the
article over her head and put it down by her gym bag. Her hands then went
down to her waist. From Shannon's earlier actions, her gym shorts had
already been slipped down, revealing the edge of the band that belonged to
her pink coloured panties. She would have been more self-conscious by that,
if not for the fact that Shannon was about to see her panties in their
entirety. Cassie pulled down the shorts in the same way, further stimulating
Shannon's lust and imagination. Cassie stepped out of them, while kicking
off her shoes and socks.

Cassie looked at Shannon and gave her a look that begged `is this enough?'
but was responded to with a look that said, `not a chance'. Cassie sighed,
then worked her arms around her back to unclip her bra. It was loose
already, again, thanks to Shannon's fun and games, so popped off easily,
falling into the rest of Cassie's clothes pile. Last to go was her panties.
Cassie worked her thumbs under the material of the pink underwear, keeping
her wide eyes on Shannon, then slowly brought them down. Cassie was
completely unaware of how wet this made Shannon. But her own wetness was now
in complete view.

Shannon smiled at the sight of Cassie's wetness, glistening off the faint
blonde of her pubic hairs. "You get off on this, don't you? Being told what
to do."

Cassie remained still. It was cold. And embarrassing. But having Shannon
watching her nakedness was somehow... a turn on. Shannon walked forward,
moving up to Cassie so that they were locked in closeness again. The
powerful Shannon loomed over an innocent Cassie, her eyes burning with a
carnivorous hunger.  With one push, she forced Cassie against the cold metal
of the lockers. Cassie opened her mouth to protest, but was silenced with
Shannon's before she had the chance. The dominating girl thrust her tongue
into Cassie's unusually willing mouth, probing and darting. Shannon's tongue
explored and invaded the warm innards of Cassie's mouth, flicking against
her newfound lover's tongue. Cassie remained still, while Shannon claimed
her. She loved Holly so much, but why couldn't she resist Shannon? Why was
Cassie allowing herself to be taken by a woman that had gone out of he way
to make her miserable? And why did her reluctance fade every time Shannon
touched her?

Shannon moaned in Cassie's mouth, dragging her tongue around and about. Her
hands went on the move, reaching up to both of Cassie's newly freed breasts.
Cassie sighed breathlessly into Shannon's forceful kiss as both of her
mounds were seized with fervour. This time the touch was more frank,
Shannon's hands erratically took what they wanted, pinching Cassie's taut
nipples. Cassie squirmed internally and externally. Her body was being
claimed by a girl she had believed she hated.

And she loved every second of it.

But what did that mean for her feelings for Holly? Still, Cassie could not
concentrate on that. Shannon gave off a light moan as she nonchalantly
retracted her tongue from Cassie's mouth, ending their kiss. Shannon gave
her a dark grin, then lowered herself, releasing Cassie's nips with a twist.
She slid down Cassie's body, inch by inch, until she came face to face with
Cassie's wet opening. As soon as she felt Shannon's warm breath against her
most private area, the blonde looked downwards. Her body trembled as she saw
and felt Shannon pull apart both of her lower lips, spreading open the
gateway to a woman's most sacred place.

"Aaaah!"

Cassie screamed with passion as Shannon's mouth lunged into her crotch, her
tongue grazing a sensitive and desperately anxious clit. She juddered,
bucked and moaned, desperately struck by the stimulus of her love spot by
the dominating Shannon. It was more than she was prepared for. She had
written about this moment over and over, but never thought it would be like
this. Cassie thoughtlessly grabbed two bundles of Shannon's dirty blonde
hair, and forced her hips closer to her part-time lover's mouth. Her
dreaming of Holly seemed so distant now, as she was brought to a powerful
release...

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Cassie slammed her notebook shut. She had forgotten that she had brought her
`Shannon' notebook to school today, not her `Holly-Raine' one. It was a
mistake, she had meant to carry the other one with her, but must have mixed
it up with this one. Even though that story was nearly two years old, it
still made Cassie shudder. She had edited it a couple times, to include
Holly in there, the original copy held no mention of her (since Cassie
really didn't know of Holly-Raine back then).

Cassie looked up from her position on the locker room bench. She had fallen
over during softball (much to the humour of Shannon and her group, in
reality, Shannon didn't give a damn about Cassie) and so Coach Jeffers sent
her to the showers. Cassie didn't really have much to do here except read
her poetry diary, and as it turns out, it was the one she had written for
Shannon. Even though it was more-or-less complete fiction, it did present
one thing that was true to Cassie's heart. That unexplainable attraction.
Why she had ever been devoted to such a heartless woman was beyond her. But
Cassie felt like the hopelessness of her crush on Shannon seemed so similar
to the hopelessness of her crush on Holly-Raine.

Cassie's deepest worry was that nothing would become of her feelings. Just
like her feelings for Shannon. Which was why she had to act soon. No more
playing around, trying to catch a glimpse of her during a class or, trying
in vain to sit next to her at lunch. If Cassie was going to make this work,
she had do to something now.

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Chris Angel says,

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