Page 75 of Becoming
“I’m always into it, baby. Never forget that,” Cass grinned. “But if you want to demonstrate again, I’m all for it!”
For the next couple of hours, Rebecca did exactly that.
CASS WIPED SWEAT from her face. Her workout this morning was extra brutal after her romp last night with Rebecca. Not that she was complaining. Hell, if she could, she would have sex with her girlfriend in lieu of everything else. Eating, sleeping, even painting. She smiled to herself. Sex with Rebecca 24/7. Heaven.
“Good morning, Cass.” Willamena’s eyes tracked down Cass’s sweaty body donned only in tight, short shorts and a sports bra. She had never been attracted to a woman, but she was secure enough to appreciate another woman’s beauty. Intriguing tattoos adorned Cass’s muscular body. A body that showcased six-pack abs that Willamena wasn’t used to seeing on a woman. She silently laughed at that thought. I haven’t even seen them on a man lately!
Cass jumped. “Fuck! Shit! Shit, I’m sorry!” She cringed. Fucking perfect. Yesterday had been her first time meeting Rebecca’s aunt face to face and she wanted nothing more than to make a good impression. Now here she stood, half naked, spewing curse words like they were the only words she knew.
Willamena snickered. “I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Nah, it’s, uh, it’s all good. Rebecca isn’t usually up this early, so I’m used to having the house to myself. I’m sorry about the, um, cussing and,” she gestured to her scantily clad body, “this.”
“It’s all good,” Willamena smirked, throwing Cass’s words back at her. “I can see why Rebecca is so enamored with you.”
Cass chuckled self-consciously. “I should go put something on.”
“Don’t be silly. I’m sure I can control my hetero hormones.” She gave Cass a humorous wink.
Cass’s embarrassed chuckle became full-out laughter. More relaxed, Cass strode over to the fridge and plucked a bottle of chocolate milk out. She twisted the top off and took a long swig. She caught Aunt Wills giving her an odd look.
“Can I get you one?”
“No, thank you. Rebecca showed me where the coffee was yesterday, so I’m quite good.” Willamena regarded Cass carefully. “How can you drink that stuff and still look like that?”
Cass looked at the bottle thoughtfully. Rebecca always wondered about her “obsession” with chocolate milk, too. It took a while to convince her it really was good for her. “It’s actually a great post-workout drink. Helps me replenish tired muscles, fluids, and energy.”
“Hmm. Do you keep a small refrigerator full of chocolate milk upstairs?”
Cass’s eyebrows furrowed. “Ah, no.”
“Perhaps you should think about it. After what I heard last night, you could have used all of that replenishing.”
“Oh, geez! I told her…” In the middle of her freak-out, Cass noticed Aunt Wills’s shoulders bouncing with laughter. “You’re messing with me, aren’t you?”
Willamena nodded her head, still laughing.
“So, you didn’t hear us, I mean, anything last night?” A shake of the head. “That was really mean,” Cass pouted playfully.
“And, yet, I’m sure it was pretty accurate,” Willamena baited. “Sit with me a minute. I promise not to joke about your sex life with my niece anymore.”
Cass winced a bit but obeyed. Despite her worries about being heard while doing the nasty with Rebecca, Cass liked having Aunt Wills here. While smart and insightful, the woman was also witty and fun.
“I need to apologize to you,” Willamena said once Cass was seated.
“Huh?” Cass wondered if she had missed something while thinking about how great Rebecca’s aunt was.
“I want you to know I don’t think you’d ever hurt my niece.”
“Oh!” Cass waved a hand in the air. “Don’t sweat it. Rebecca explained everything to me last night. You know, before we made hot monkey love.”
Willamena both blushed and laughed. “Touché. And she may have explained it, but I needed you to hear it from me. What happened to her will haunt me for the rest of my life. I know it’s not fair to her, or to you, to show up here unannounced with accusations.”
“Aunt Wills?” Cass interrupted gently. “I get it, yeah? It’s fucked up, ahem, excuse me. It’s messed up how Samantha hurt you both. Yeah, it happened to Rebecca, but it screwed with your head, too. Believe me, I understand. I mean, I was… what I mean to say is I wasn’t even in Rebecca’s life back then and I wish so much I could have done something to save her from that piece of shit. Excuse my language, again.”
“I’m a psychiatrist, Cass. There isn’t much I haven’t heard. And there isn’t much that surprises me. But you do. You’re very sweet.”
Cass’s head dipped in shyness. “That’s what Rebecca always says.” Normally, she wouldn’t enjoy being called sweet. But for some reason, when Rebecca and Aunt Wills said it, it made Cass feel all gooey inside.