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Eva was Cass’s friend from school so they’d known each other for years. If I was to describe Cass as unconventionally attractive – so was Eva. Reddish, long, slightly frizzy hair surrounded an almost feline-looking face. Her face was long rather than round with a smallish mouth. Round glasses framed her eyes. A few inches taller than Cass, she was almost the opposite of in terms of build, willowy almost, slender with long limbs, her breasts a gentle undulation on her body.

There wasn’t such a thing as a “bohemian” style back then but, if there was, Eva would have been it. Long flowing dresses or skirts with loose tops and the odd chain around her neck or bracelet on her hand. Maybe more “rock festival chic” now but, back then, it was just how Eva dressed.

I thought Eva came across as a bit posh at first. Her natural affectation seemed to be one of horror should anything suggestive or rude came up in the conversation, only to then be a major driver to any further obscene escalation. She was also very inquisitive on subjects she liked. Over the course of the next few weeks, Eva was often around when I would call into Cass. She was very likable and her friendship with Cass was clearly very important to her. There was a bond between them.

Eva worked in London and got the train in. So did I but it would have been unusual for us have met because our hours were different. Even with that, I wouldn’t have known her — just another person on the train and the awful monotony of commuting often meant I was just happy to get on the train and keep myself to myself.

As I found out, Cass and Eva met in primary school and, whilst not quite in each other’s pockets, were as close to each other as friends get. Eva was around a lot when Cass’s Mum and Dad called it quits which reinforced their friendship. I found this out over a number of times meeting up at Cass’s house in the following weeks.

Cass and David always appeared to be an uneven relationship. David was doing what he wanted (which curiously didn’t seem to be much but didn’t involve Cass) which left Cass hanging on stand-by more than she should have been. Complacent and selfish would be a reasonable description of his attitude toward her.

One particular Saturday night, a few weeks later, I’d come over because Eva called. By this time, Cass, Eva, David and I had met round Cass’s a few times for a drink and a smoke and, whilst the conversation was mildly rude, it was ultimately superficial. I did sometimes, though, get the hint that Eva was not over-excited about Cass’s choice of partner.

It was the first time I’d spoken to Eva on the phone so it took a moment to recognise her voice even though I’d been in her company a number of times. Eva said I should come over as soon as I could.

As per usual when Cass was at home, the front door was unlocked so I walked in. I called for Eva.

“Upstairs, Andy”. I walked up the stairs and could hear Eva talking. Opening the door, Cass was quiet and red-eyed and she and Eva were together in her bedroom upstairs. Eva took me into the other upstairs room.

“He’s been a real arse to her, Andy.”

“What’s happened?”

“Apparently David came over earlier and said that the thing they had arranged for tomorrow he couldn’t make. He said he didn’t want to go anymore.”

With David, alongside the laidback approach, there was a hefty dose of laziness so the fact that he had actually arranged a day out for them was a welcome surprise and Cass had worked herself up to this apparent exciting day out at David’s instigation, only for him to cancel it the day before.

David had turned up a couple of hours earlier and suddenly announced in the afternoon that it wasn’t happening and refused to give a reason why — just a flat cancellation. Cass had let rip and told him exactly what she thought of how their relationship was going — or not going. David left and Cass called Eva in a state.

“I was shocked by how she sounded, Andy.” Eva spoke in a clear but quiet voice so as not to disturb Cass in the next room. Eva described the call as virtually unintelligible and that it reminded her of some of the calls she’d had from Cass after her parents’ break-up. Eva lived only 10 minutes walk away so she had got there quite soon this day.

I went in to see Cass and the tears flowed again. For a while, I was holding Cass while Eva’s head was resting on her from behind while gently rubbing her to comfort her. Cass had told David where to get off. Their relationship lately had consisted of him coming over, expecting to be waited on by Cass (she would cook dinner for him sometimes, even though he was still living with his parents) and then expect to have sex and go home.

Cass had let this slowly become the pattern and had resisted saying anything because she loved him. However, that was wearing thin and the broken promise on the one thing he was doing for her was the final straw.

It was early enough in the evening that, once Eva and I had settled Cass down, we decided two things. 1) Go to the chippy izmir otele gelen escort and get some food in and 2) stop by the off-licence to pick up the mandatory bottle of Cinzano and some lemonade. Cass had a sleep while Eva and I went in opposite directions to gather supplies. We met back at the house and sorted ourselves for dinner.

Regardless of temperature, the patio doors were thrown open and we got Cass up. After washing her face and deciding to get out of the dress she had been wearing all day (David had appeared not long after she got home from her singing lessons), Cass appeared. Devoid of any make-up, her skin still slightly reddened in places from the sheer amount of upset that had been caused to her, she slumped between Eva and me, in an old, very long T-shirt and knickers.

“After today, I frankly don’t give a fuck about getting another load of clothes on, so this is me”

It was Eva who remarked “It must be bad if you left the bra behind!” Cass’s breasts had freely moved about underneath her T shirt. It was unusual to see.

“I just need to stop, Eva. David can bugger off and maybe you can both stick around. Been a rubbish day”

“We’re here for you, Cass” I said, and held her hand. Cass kissed us each on the cheek and we got into the chips and Cinzano, classy people that we were.

A few hours later, with a few but not too many drinks behind us accompanied by a cigarette or two (or more), I’d certainly been on a voyage of discovery about Eva and the friendship between her and Cass. It appeared Eva “didn’t do boyfriends”.

When asked about this, another side of Eva came out. The gentle, but continuous consumption of Cinzano and Lemonade made the conversation more frank than it had been previously. Cass had cheered up considerably so the innuendo level had crept up a bit but this was heading into more personal territory.

Eva declared that, if she wanted sex, she would either “sort herself out” or, at the next available opportunity, find someone to help satisfy her requirements. It seemed a rather “matter of fact” approach to it at that point but, given Cass as an example, she was probably better off. Eva was clearly completely aware of what she needed and how to get it. In their company, it struck me I was completely inexperienced (although Cass and I’s moment recently had upped that experience significantly).

Cass began to look a little sheepish as Eva stepped out to the bathroom.

“Andy, you should know that Eva knows”

“Sorry, Cass, Eva knows what?”

“About our little “goodbye” the other week.”

For a moment, I didn’t know what to think, but what could I do except go with it?

“Everything?”

“Yes, everything, Andy. My feelings were overwhelming me the following day and Eva knows pretty much everything about me so I told her — what we did and why I did it. Is that OK?”

“Er…well…yes. Going by what we’ve talked about tonight, she’s been there all the time for you, hasn’t she?”

“Yes, she has — she’s my best mate, I trust her implicitly.”

“OK. I get that. If you trust her then that is absolutely good enough for me.”

I got the sense that this eased down Cass a bit more, knowing that I wasn’t upset or annoyed that an illicit, intimate moment had been shared. I gave her hand a rub which she held for a moment.

Eva returned, so, in the interests of making sure there were no secrets, I took the initiative.

“Eva, so you know about the “goodbye” the other week?”

What came next made me wonder if the drink hadn’t loosened Eva’s tongue a little too much.

“Yes, I did and, frankly, it was probably more thrilling than anything she had with David recently. How big is your dick, by the way? Cass said it was a good handful.” said Eva, not so much crossing boundaries as smashing them to bits!

“Well, no-one’s ever asked me that before so I don’t know. It’s the only one I’ve got!”

Eva came back in a flash “If it’s as big as Cass says, if she doesn’t use it, I will.”

“Really, Eva?” I must have looked a little startled. “I won’t hold you to that.”

“Maybe I’d quite like you to hold me to it, Andy.” Eva gave me a slightly coy glance. “Or get me to hold it?” Sharp as a pin, this girl.

“You’re a dirty cow sometimes, Eva.” Cass laughed as she chastised Eva.

Eva was certainly direct, with the help of alcohol. It ultimately redefined the rest of that evening and, possibly, how Eva’s and mine friendship would develop alongside Cass. From a verbal point of view, the boundaries had been blown away.

It wasn’t a case of who could confess the most but some very honest facts were told. Eva explained that her first intimate conquest was actually with a woman. It had been only touching and kissing but the thrill of sharing that with a woman still stood out for her.

Another choice Eva contribution was “my tits aren’t big enough for a bra. I only wear them to avoid friction burns on my nipples!”. Eva was certainly open with people she trusted and izmir rus escort it appears I was within that sphere now.

Cass, on a more serious note, told us that David never used (or more likely wanted to use) a condom. They had relied on the “rhythm method” or withdrawal and, sometimes, he missed the beat, so to say. Cass had told us about going to the doctors on more than one occasion for the “morning-after” pill and the internal shame she carried because of that. In the end, Cass went on the pill. As with a number of other things in their seemingly unbalanced relationship, she carried the burden.

My contribution consisted of confirming to Eva that I was a virgin and that my sexual exploits were very minor. The most exciting thing being a dare where I ended up in a field almost completely naked.

Eva was interested and direct. “Did you like being out in the open air? Did it make you hard?”

“Well, I didn’t really think about it at the time but it was quite exhilarating feeling the breeze round my bits so I’m sure I was probably a bit worked up.”

Eva said “Oh, I love it when I’m out with no underwear on.”

“What?” said Cass, clearly finding out something she didn’t know about Eva.

“Cass, whenever I can, with the right dress on, that and some shoes are all I’m wearing. It feels great. You should try it sometime.”

“How can I do that with these?” Cass said, briefly cupping her breasts. “You don’t have these to manage.”

“I don’t have any to manage!” Eva retorted, laying her hands flat on her chest.

We all laughed. The chat, booze, fags and rudeness meant Cass was more relaxed. It seemed we’d reached a point where all we could do was smile at each other, watch the stars in the sky and enjoy each other’s company. One thing was for sure, I had a much better idea of Eva than I did at the beginning of that evening.

It was getting a little late and time to go. In the course of putting our glasses in the kitchen, Eva held me back by the arm.

“Stay with Cass tonight. I don’t want her on her own.”

“Are you worried about her then. Eva?”

“No, but…today was horrible for her. It took a lot out of her. She likes you being around anyway so it’ll help her sleep.”

The reason why people tended to congregate at Cass’s was because her Dad was away so much. He was an amateur sailor so, with that, and his working weekday (and, I suspected, a woman out there somewhere), he was hardly home so the place was Cass’s to live in and look after most of the time.

“Where will I find some blankets, Eva?”

“Come on, Andy, you’ve been upstairs.”

Eva reminded me that the first room (not Cass’s bedroom) had a double bed in it which I’d walked past or even sat on any number of times. I had a feeling of that being a bit inappropriate though, as I didn’t want Cass to think I was hoping for continuation of the other night.

“Cass, I’ll be back. I’ll just walk Eva home.”

Cass wrapped herself up in front of the TV for a bit while I walked Eva back. Whilst she was happy to walk back by herself, I thought it was best to offer and Eva said “Yes”. It gave us a few minutes to chat.

“You know Cass really got herself worked up about you before you first got together, Andy.”

“Mmm, I think I found that out when I finished things.”

“Well, just think, Andy. Cass is not cheap. She would not have taken part in that “goodbye” if she didn’t still have a thing for you, despite David — AND tonight you’ve made more time for her when she needed it than David ever has, the bastard.”

“I’ve no intention of taking her for granted, Eva, and, anyway, she’s with David and, despite the shortcomings, that’s still there.”

“Only just, only just.”

A few minutes later, we were at Eva’s door.

“For now, Eva, I just want Cass to be happy and calm.”

“I know you do, Andy. I’m glad you came tonight. Between us, we seemed to sort her out, didn’t we?”

“Yes, and if I might say so, you’re a bit more forthcoming than I was expecting. I know we’ve chatted a few times but you’re not afraid to get into it sometimes are you.”

“I am, Andy, and you’re not afraid to answer my questions either, are you?”

“I guess not. I quite like a bit of dirty talk sometimes.”

“So do I, Andy. So do I.”

And, on that note, Eva kissed me on the lips for the first time — just gently with a light hand placed on my cheek as she did so.

“Look after my friend tonight, Andy.”

“I will, Eva, I will.”

Walking back, it struck me that I’d found out a fair bit about how Eva was as a person and, despite their differences, both she and Cass shared an independent spirit, even if their approach to men led them down different paths. Both of them, striking women.

I was also very conscious that, despite Cass and I getting close, that was then and tonight was just about being there. I opened the door at Cass’s.

“Cass?”

“Upstairs, Andy, I’m turning in. You coming up?”

I was very prepared, despite Eva pointing izmit escort out the bed in Cass’s spare room, that I should probably just bed down on the sofa. It was still my intention to do that while walking up the stairs. I had this vision of almost tucking Cass in and heading back downstairs.

Entering the first room at the top of the stairs, Cass was sitting on the edge of the double bed. Still in her t-shirt and knickers, she was quiet but with a smile on her face.

“You can sleep here, Andy. It’s OK.”

“I didn’t want to presume anything, Cass.”

“Eva mentioned to me about you talking about sleeping downstairs and it’s not necessary, Andy. I trust you and I hope you trust me. Anyway, I’m in there.” She said, pointing to the slightly opened door, “and you’re in here.”

She had a point so I kissed Cass goodnight and she went into her room and pushed the door almost closed but not on the latch. Her light went out. Given I wasn’t exactly set up for an overnight stay, I undressed to my underwear and climbed into bed. The curtainless windows looked out over the back garden that we’d spent time looking at earlier from the patio doors. With no curtains, a haze of blue moonlight lit the room. I laid back and tried to find a comfy spot under the thin duvet.

My mind churned over the night’s events and how things shifted this evening. Eva was an intriguing character. I might well have dozed off for a while but was stirred by Cass’s door slowly opening. Cass stood by the bed.

“Andy, I don’t want to be alone. Would you mind if we shared this bed tonight?”

With how intimate we’d been recently, her tough day and how she felt about David, I wasn’t going to say “no”. At the same time, I wasn’t thinking in terms of anything physical. As we’d spoken since about it, the “goodbye”, as Cass termed it earlier, I’d put to one side as a one-off. We had since been no more intimate than a gentle peck on the lips.

“Of course. Get in, Cass, let’s sleep.”

In that hazy moonlight, and somewhat unexpectedly, Cass slowly peeled her t-shirt over her head. She wasn’t going to be timid in my company, it seemed.

As she stood facing me by the bed, her full, rounded breasts were gently lit in such a way, I could see her nipple cast a small shadow across its areola. Her skin had that slight bluey glow that only the night can produce. As she turned, her back muscles, slightly toned I assume to help her support the weight of her breasts, formed a beautiful, graceful series of lines reaching down to the base of her back.

She pulled the clip from her hair which cascaded across her back and almost reached the waistband of her knickers. I hadn’t realised it was that long, so often had I seen it tied up in some way. Cass slipped in beside me and laid next to me, facing me. Her body felt like it was almost in total contact with mine. She moved around a little to get comfy, one leg over mine. I could feel her knickers resting on the top of my thigh.

“I need this tonight, Andy.” She kissed my chest.

Perhaps, I should have felt a little alarmed to be in this position but, actually, it felt OK, it felt natural. I wrapped my free arm around so it rested on her shoulder.

“Just rest, Cass. It’ll be OK.” We exchanged some gentle kisses before Cass nuzzled into the pillow. I reflected on how I was sharing a bed with my ex-girlfriend where we were, except for our underwear, naked and we weren’t about to have sex. Eventually, I dropped off to sleep…

–

I have no idea what time in the morning it was when I woke up. During the night, we’d obviously rolled around and lost most of the fairly flimsy duvet, a small part of which was still by my left side. Cass was pointing towards me on my right, her hair across the pillow and her breasts resting on my arm. Her eyes were open, looking at me. She smiled as I turned to her.

“Good morning, Andy”

“Good morning, Cass, how are you feeling after yesterday?”

“I’m not sure what I’d have done without Eva and you there. You certainly made it easier for me to sleep too. I liked sharing a bed with you.”

We lay there for a little while in the peace of the morning, watching the sun attempting to break through an overcast sky and I couldn’t help but think that I’d spent a night in bed with a woman, my friend, my “ex”, almost naked, for the very first time and nothing happened.

It was then I also realised that my penis was not fully in my pants.

Obviously, at some point I’d been erect and the tip of my penis had pushed its way past the waistband of my pants. I realised it because the elastic waistband was across my penis about halfway down, accentuated by the morning erection I was displaying, as it turned out.

I made to reach for it “Oh, sorry, Cass, I’ll just…”

“Leave it there, Andy.” She looked at me until I met her gaze. “You don’t know that I’ve been awake a little while and spent it looking at you…all of you.” She lightly touched the head of my penis with her finger. “I think we’re past the point of being shy with each other.”

I lay still. Knowing Cass had seen me sent a little adrenaline coursing through my veins. The idea was exciting. The reality was an erection rising and my underwear was playing a reducing part in covering it up. My head started filling with thoughts again as I lay there,

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