A Child's Heart (Trent & Cassie's Story) A River City Novel (9 page)

She wet another napkin, and rubbed his arm furiously
with hopes of removing any sunscreen, while turning the wet napkin
into a disintegrated mess. Then she carefully applied the
tattoo.

“Where should I put mine?”

Shawn instantly pointed to her chest. Trent covered
his mouth with his hand, but the merriment danced in his eyes.

Decorously, she pulled at her shirt’s neckline.
“Here? What makes you think it should go there? Can’t I put it on
my arm too?”

“Because that’s where girls wear them.”

“What gave you that idea?”

“Because Daddy’s magazine--”

“Shawn, have you been snooping in my room?”

The little boys eyes grew wide. “Un-ah.”

“There’s no point in lying about it.”

She dissolved into giggles as she watched Trent’s
face turn bright red, even though his eyes had narrowed, and he was
trying to be stern.

“I think you’ve both been caught. Shawn, I’d prefer
to put it on my arm. That way we match. Besides, I’m going to need
some help.”

Shawn soaked her tattoo, then put water on a napkin
and did to her what she had done to him. Soon she was sporting a
yellow-orange lily on her arm. It wasn’t as if she, too, had a
skeleton with a sword, but she knew in Shawn’s mind, they now
shared something special.

***

Still reeling from his son’s revelation, he wasn’t
sure if anyone still wanted to continue fishing. “Shall we pack
up?”

She looked up at him with her blue-blue eyes and
cocked her head slightly. “I thought the plans were to go back to
fishing after our meal. It’s still early.”

“I figured you didn’t want to spend the rest of the
day with a degenerate.”

She giggled. “Why because you have a few
magazines?”

“One. I bought it a long time ago.”

“You need to find a better place to hide it.” She put
her hand on his shoulder. “We’re mature, single adults, and we’re
entitled to our private moments.”

He looked at his son, who had wandered off a short
ways before looking at Cassie. “I’ve never asked a woman this, but
do you keep a stack of magazines?”

“No, I have a toy.”

He looked at her askance. "A toy?"

“A dildo. But since that mutant from Death Star Three
Sixteen probed me, I’m certain I’ll never need it.”

“Shh.” Trent stood up and they walked back to the
pier, calling Shawn to join them.

Shawn had baited his own hook and was attempting to
cast his line. The hooked worm plunked into the water next to the
pier and, as Shawn attempted to pull the line up, his rod bent
downward.

“You’ve got it caught on something,” Trent said, as
he took the rod. Trent jerked the line and suddenly it began to run
out.

“That’s a little fast for a turtle, and litter
doesn’t swim,” Cassie said, as she broke into a round of
giggles.

It was obvious that it was small, and Trent allowed
his son to grab it with the net.

“Don’t know what it is, but it’s too little to
keep.”

“Don’t throw that back in. It’s a bluegill perch.
Tasty, and actually that one looks like it’s at least a pound,” the
Vietnam vet said. “It’s a lot of work for a little fish, but it’s
worth it. Delicious little things.”

“Thanks for the info. We’ll put it in the cooler with
the others.”

They caught more fish before their picnic than they
did afterwards, but they still had fun. When Trent announced it was
time to leave, Shawn protested and started to cry.

“Hey, there’s no point in crying.” Cassie wrapped her
arm around the child. “We’re all getting tired, and you need a bath
before you go to bed. We still have almost a half a container of
worms. Maybe we can come back tomorrow morning and do a little more
fishing.”

“Tomorrow morning we go to Mass,” Trent said
flatly.

“Could we come after Mass?” Cassie asked.

“Yes.”

It took a few minutes to gather everything up and get
it to the car. Shawn fell asleep on the ride home and Trent took
advantage of his son’s slumber by kissing Cassie before he let her
out of his car.

“Will you be back tonight?” she asked.

He nodded. “I’ll call you when he’s asleep. My probe
is in need of an earthling.”

***

Cassie took a shower and began to search her drawers
and closet for something to wear, wishing she had something pretty
and sexy. Drawstring shorts and tee shirts didn’t seem appropriate
for the occasion. Then she remembered the nightgown her brother had
sent her last year for her birthday, and pulled it from the box in
her closet.

It didn't look like something Steffen would give her.
He tended to send her things like unusual paperweights. This
appeared to be something Steffen's wife would have picked out. The
tags were still on it. She dropped it over her head and stared at
her reflection.

Three satin spaghetti straps on
each side fanned over her chest, gathered at the shoulder, and then
fanned over her back. The tiny straps were attached to a wide band
of satin and the rest of the gown was lightweight cotton. On
someone taller, it would have fallen to a more provocative length,
but on her, it fell almost to her knees.
Do I wear underpants?
After checking
her underwear drawer, she decided to forego the undies, as what she
had was neither stylish nor sexy.

Cutting the price tags from it, she stood in front of
her mirror. She felt like an idiot. White was not her best color.
The nightgown was beautiful and expensive, but virginal. Certainly
not the image she wanted to project. She scrunched up her face,
yanked the gown off, and tossed it into her closet. Rummaging
through her bureau drawers one more time, she decided on a pair of
pastel plaid night shorts with a matching tank top. It wasn’t sexy,
but at least she was comfortable.

Quickly, she brushed her hair and pulled it into a
loose ponytail at the nape of her neck. Surveying her room, she
knew she had more than a few messes that needed tidying. At work,
she was exceptionally organized, but at home she was the exact
opposite. Scurrying, she managed to get the place in better order
and even used the duster.

When the phone rang, she grabbed it. Warmth flooded
her as Trent’s deep sultry voice told her he’d be there in a few
minutes. She rang the doorman and told him she was expecting
company.

***

Trent hesitated for a moment before touching the
buzzer on her door. He knew the reason he was standing there was
the promise of a night of sex, and a wave of guilt washed over him,
only to be replaced with a testosterone-fueled need.

“Hi, come in.” She smiled coyly at him, her cheeks
turning pink.

“Hi.” He wiped his sweaty palms on his jeans before
reaching out to her shoulders. He pulled her close and slanted his
mouth over hers, as the door shut behind him. Touching his tongue
to her lips stirred a firestorm brewing deep in his loins.

The sweet tangy taste of lemon sent his tongue
deeper, as his arms wrapped around her, holding her tight to his
body. Her hips swayed against his erection. She leaned away from
him for a second, and the distinct sound of the deadbolt registered
in his brain. His tongue and lips were now on her ear, nibbling,
and licking, as her clean fresh scent filled his lungs and
circulated his wanton lust through his body.

Her fingers were on his shirt, pulling it from the
confines of his jeans. He slipped a hand under the waistband of her
pants, gliding it over the two perfect silky mounds as his lips and
teeth nipped at her neck. His finger slipped between the crack,
causing her hands to press against his chest.

“Not here,” she whispered hoarsely. She pulled him
into her bedroom by holding onto the waistband of his jeans.

Her smile spoke volumes as he lifted his tee shirt
over his head and tossed it onto a chair. Her fingers were busy
with his fly, as he put a toe of one foot to the heel of the other
sneaker and attempted to remove them.

His jeans were at his ankles when she pushed him onto
her bed. She was aggressive and it excited him. It didn’t take much
for him to get naked, but she was still wearing her shirt and pants
when she climbed over him.

His heart pounded in rhythm with his erect penis.
Every muscle and nerve in his body seems acutely aware of what was
happening, and he loved the feeling. Her knees gripped his waist as
she slowly removed her shirt, revealing tiny pointed breasts with
matching pale pink nipples.

She leaned down as if to offer him one, only to pull
back, grin wickedly at him, and then laugh.

“Tonight, you are mine.” Her tongue skimmed her lips.
“I will control the mutant from Death Star Three Sixteen, and he
will do as I command.”

“Really?” He raised his hands over his head and
grabbed at her headboard.

“Oh, I like you all stretched out.” Her fingertips
ran through the soft hair that covered part of his chest. She stood
on the bed and slowly removed her pants.

He had not noticed that first night that she was
devoid of pubic hair, except for a small stripe. Excitement of
seeing her exposed in such a way increased his need. He reached for
her.

“Put your hands back on that headboard. You will not
remove them unless I grant you permission to do so. Tonight you
will only be allowed to touch with your tongue.”

He filled his lungs with air and held it, as if he’d
forgotten how to exhale. She lowered her body back to the bed. Her
lean catlike prowess ran fire through his veins.

“Do mutants know anything about the Sanskrit
Kamasutra?”

“I know Kamasutra is a book about sexual
positions.”

“You need to stop reading those porn articles and
start reading history. Vatsyayana is the sage who wrote Kamasutra.
It’s a guide to living life. Kama was written for the women, so
that they may provide the aesthetic and erotic pleasure to a man,
being the man was busy with the Dharma and Artha in daily life.
Right now, you need a little Kama in your life, because you’ve had
way too much Artha. Tomorrow morning, you can consider your Dharma
and worry about your Moksha.”

“I have no clue what you are talking about.”

She giggled. “Just keep your hands on the headboard
and I’ll teach you all about the Kama.”

She swung one leg over his shoulder and kept her
feminine parts inches from his face, as her tongue explored his
hardened length. He leaned up and barely touched his tongue to her.
She responded by raising her hips further away, as she enveloped
him with her mouth. He flopped back onto the pillow as a groan
escaped. Her skillful ministrations were more than he could handle,
and the familiar clenching sensation caused him to remove his hands
long enough to remove her from his erection.

Her hand tightly clasped his manhood. When he was
done, she turned to him. “Now I will have to punish you for taking
your hands off the headboard.”

He narrowed his eyes as he watched the crinkles by
her eyes deepen with her smile. “What is my punishment, and how
will you know if I like it?”

~~10~~

Cassie grinned at Trent and his gorgeous body that
lay before her. “Your probe has a quick trigger. I need to retrain
it.”

“That comes from years of non-use.”

“What about your magazines?” She raised her
eyebrows.

“That’s different from the real thing.”

Milky white seed ran down her tummy. “You are clean,
right?”

“Very, it’s my blood they will use for Shawn’s
surgery. We share the same blood type.”

She scooped up the drip and tasted it. Torturing him
had an even greater effect on her. She leaned over and licked him
clean before capturing what was oozing from the tip. “Next time
you’ll keep your hands where they belong.”

“Cas, please, there’s something you should know. I’ve
only had one woman in my life. Colleen and I had been together
since we were fourteen. I know what oral sex is, but I’ve never
done it. Colleen thought it was dirty and wouldn’t touch me or
allow me near her. I’ve gone on a few dates since she died, but
I’ve never touched a date, until now.”

“You’re serious.” She sat back on her knees for a
moment before stretching over his body and kissing his lips. “I’m
not promiscuous. Aside from, and probably because of the fiasco
that ended in divorce, I’ve stayed rather celibate, and when I
wasn’t, I was darn careful.”

She kissed him again and gazed into his beautiful
gray-blue eyes. She lightly touched his eyelashes with a fingertip.
They were twice as long as hers and appeared to be dusted in
gold.

She smiled. “That very first day I realized I was
more than just attracted to you, I berated myself for lusting after
a married man with a child. I only knew what I was feeling went
beyond the physical yearning. I want you more than I thought was
possible to want a man.”

“Then let me have you. Allow me to make love to
you.”

She responded with a kiss and he wrapped his arms
around her.

***

It had been almost two hours since Cassie had first
lain with Trent. Every part of her body ached from the physical
workout, and his breathing was as erratic as hers. Her voice was
raspy from exertion. “That was incredible.”

He rolled over and stared at her. “In my wildest
dreams, I never--”

She put her fingers over his mouth. “I know.” She
forced herself from the bed and began to pick up the mess they had
created with used condoms and their wrappers. She looked at his now
flaccid penis and her stomach fell. “Please tell me that one of
these condoms in my hand was the one you just took off.”

His hand flew to his satiated manhood and he shook
his head. “I put it on, but I never took it off.”

“Then it’s got to be here in my hand.”