4: LABELLED

“Cassie, wait!” Cheryl tried to stop Cassandra after their heated argument. Cassandra was furious with Cheryl for the manner she had been treating her lately.

“Go suck yuh madda and nuh chat to mi,” Cassandra fumed before she bolted to the back. (Go suck your mother's pussy and don't talk to me).

“Fuck!” Cheryl slapped her forehead, then she turned to Marla, who was looking in bewilderment. “Babe, just give me a few minutes. I'm gonna go talk to her.” And then she ran after Cassandra.

“But wait! Where are you going?” Marla asked, but Cheryl disappeared before Marla could get an answer. Cheryl hurriedly followed Cassandra into the storage room. Cassandra's back was towards the entrance. Cheryl entered the small space and then closed the door behind her without locking the lock.

“Cassie—I know I hurt you, and I'm sorry,” Cheryl whispered. Cassandra didn't say a word, she just sighed heavily. Cheryl grabbed her by her arm and spun her around. “Cassie, the reason I said I have to cut ties with you is -” Cheryl hesitated. “It's because the government is investigating my family for embezzlement and fraud. I don't wanna get you involved since they hassled Kitty because of our friendship,” Cheryl confessed.

Cassandra closed her eyes as she recalled the fight they had a few weeks ago. Cheryl told her she thought they should break up after they'd been secretly seeing each other for the past six months. She knew something must have taken place for Cheryl to declare that. Now she knew why. Cheryl thought it was safest for Cassandra If they parted ways and remained friends, but Cassandra didn't see it that way. She fell in love with Cheryl, something she rarely did. She felt like Cheryl had deceived her, telling her lies about how much she loved and trusted her. “I understand, but you should have said something to me. You told me you trusted me, and I grew to trust you. You know I don't trust people that easily—I can't believe I fell for your lies.” Cassandra shook her head.

“My lies? Cassie, that's rich coming from you. You are the one who wanted to hide our relationship since you are in the closet,” Cheryl got angry. Cassandra just wasn’t seeing it from her point of view. All she saw was Cheryl being the villain in their breakup.

“I am not in the closet. It's just that how I was raised. I was told that being with the same sex is wrong — And I want to avoid being labelled.” Cassandra explained, folding her arms at her chest.

“I get that. But there's nothing wrong with being a lesbian, I find it awesome,” Cheryl smirked as she remembered all the beautiful sex she had had with Cassandra and all the other women she’d been with.

“I am not, though, I'm just a person who is attracted to a remarkable personality, no matter if they have a dick or a pussy,” Cassandra stated. All these labels were too much for her. She knew she was a woman but saying she was a lesbian just didn’t feel right to her.

Cheryl smiled. She loved Cassandra's potty mouth even in a serious situation like this one. She just wanted her at that moment. In fact, Cheryl had been yearning for Cassandra’s touch for the past few weeks. It had been torturous for her. “I miss you, Cassie,” Cheryl whispered, while she slowly made strides towards Cassandra.

“Really? So explain, Marla,” Cassandra scoffed as she settled her hands on her curvaceous hips for emphasis. Cheryl's eyes dipped to Cassandra's lower body as she outlined her sexiness.

“Look, I was angry at the situation and Marla is just convenient,” Cheryl’s eyes sparkled as she spoke, still admiring Cassandra’s curves.

“That's what I'm talking about. You can't run into bed with the first person you see because we argued. I feel like you aren't ready for a relationship,” Cassandra stated. Her eyes strained on Cheryl. She couldn't take the heat, so she shifted her head to the side, refusing to look into Cheryl's eyes.

“I know, and I'm sorry. But I told you I've never been in a relationship before. I'm trying for you —,” Cheryl was now right in front of Cassandra, their faces inches apart. Cheryl took her thumb and index finger and settled at Cassandra's chin. She turned Cassandra's head so that their eyes could meet. “Cassie, I love you.”

Cassandra's breathing became erratic. She felt a strong connection with Cheryl. She knew she loved her, but she couldn't say it back. She cared for her a lot, but something was still missing for her, but she couldn't quite place a finger on it. “Cherry, I —,” she hesitated.

“Shh-," Cheryl placed a finger on her lips. “You don't have to say a word. I've been dying to taste your pussy for weeks now,” Cheryl hissed.

“Don't tease me, Cheryl.” Cassandra snickered.

“I'm not,” Cheryl stepped closer to her.

Their stiff breasts pressed up against each other. Cassandra's breath caught in her throat at the sensation. She wished to fuck Cheryl as much as how Cheryl needed to eat her pussy. Cheryl gave her mouth a peck, then she pulled away. Cassandra bit down on her lip and Cheryl growled.

The blue-haired girl leaned in to kiss the chocolate-skin beauty again, but Cassandra stopped her. “I don't wanna kiss you until my juices stain that filthy mouth of yours.” Cassandra winked.

“You kinky bitch,” Cheryl smirked.

“Yes, now get to work baby,” Cassandra used her hands to glide Cheryl's head down her body. Cheryl kept eye contact at all times. She dropped to her knees and slowly opened Cassandra's legs. Cassandra's hips rotated as her pussy anticipated the sucking. She hoisted her little black dress above her waist, and Cheryl took in the sexy black mesh thong she was wearing.

Cheryl rubbed her palm across Cassandra's pussy. “You're already so wet,” she hummed out, then she licked her lips, getting them as moist as possible.

“Yes, now eat,” Cassandra breathed out as she lowered one of her hands and pulled Cheryl's face closer to her crotch.

“I just love your wild side,” Cheryl said through gritted teeth. Her fingers were icy as they shifted Cassandra's panties to the side and parted her pussy. It was shaven and Cheryl purred in excitement. Cassandra's pussy was the prettiest pink.

Cassandra trembled when Cheryl's warm breath caressed her clit. “Hmm, so sweet,” Cheryl muttered, barely brushing her lips over Cassandra's swollen, slippery clit.

“Cheryl, please,” she begged, wanting to feel Cheryl's tongue.

“No need to beg, baby,” Cheryl declared before she sucked on Cassandra's sweet pussy, bringing her to a mind-shattering climax.