Smut, Spice and everything nice

for the last time around

Cassie.

I sat alone in my room, feeling the oppressive weight of loneliness bearing down on me. The flickering light of the television cast eerie shadows on the walls, playing an old movie that Simon and I used to watch together during our college days. Despite the familiarity of the film, I couldn't focus on it. My mind was in turmoil, preoccupied with thoughts of Simon and the devastating reality that tomorrow he would be marrying my cousin. The idea felt surreal, a nightmare from which I couldn't awaken. I couldn't believe it had come to this, that the man I had once loved so deeply was now about to pledge his life to someone else, someone who wasn't me.

Two days ago, I had made a desperate attempt to rekindle the flame between us. We were alone by the bonfire, the heat of the flames matching the burning desire in my heart. I had tried flirting, using every ounce of charm and wit I could muster, but it had been a complete disaster. Simon had remained distant, polite but unyielding. This morning, in a moment of sheer desperation, I had even flashed my breasts at him, hoping the sight of me would ignite a spark of the old passion we once shared. But Simon's resolve remained unbroken, his loyalty to my cousin unshakeable. Each failed attempt felt like a nail in the coffin of my hopes.

Feeling utterly defeated, I gave up on trying to win him back. I resigned myself to the painful reality that I had lost him for good. The realization was like a dagger to my heart, twisting and turning with each passing second. I wrapped my arms around my knees, hugging them to my chest as I stared blankly at the screen. The familiar scenes of the movie blurred into a haze as tears welled up in my eyes, blinding me to everything but my sorrow.

Suddenly, a knock on the door pulled me from my morose thoughts. My heart leapt in my chest, a mixture of hope and dread swirling within me. I wasn't expecting anyone, and the timing seemed too coincidental. With a sense of foreboding, I rose from the bed and walked to the door, each step heavy with anticipation. I opened the door, and there he stood—Simon.

"Cassie," he began, his voice a soft murmur that sent shivers down my spine. His eyes roamed over me, taking in my disheveled appearance. I realized with a jolt of embarrassment that I was only wearing a loose crop tank top and my panties. My cheeks flushed with a deep crimson as I saw his eyes trace the curves of my body.

"I'll just be back," I said quickly, my voice trembling. I rushed to the other side of the room, my heart pounding in my chest. I grabbed a robe and wrapped it around myself, trying to compose my thoughts and steady my breathing. I could feel his gaze following me, intense and penetrating, as I struggled to regain my composure.

Simon entered the room and sat on the edge of the bed, his back turned to me. The tension in the air was palpable, a thick fog of unspoken words and suppressed emotions. I stood beside him, feeling a mix of anxiety and longing.

"Hi," I said softly, my voice barely above a whisper. "I wasn't expecting you."

Simon looked up at me, his expression serious and conflicted. "Cassie, we need to talk."

"About what?" I asked, my heart racing with a mixture of hope and fear.

Without warning, Simon reached out and pulled me onto his lap. The sudden movement took my breath away, and I could feel his cock starting to get hard between my folds. The sensation sent a shiver down my spine, igniting a fire deep within me.

"Simon," I mumbled, as I decided to grind
my ass against his cock to arouse him. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I continue.

He hummed in response, not stopping. "If you don't stop that, I'm going to take you right here," I warned, but instead of stopping, he stood up and made eye contact with me.