Amy and Cassandra

"Okay, guys," Lee Brennen instructed. "We've got to do this quickly and quietly. Be sneaky... Real sneaky!"1

Amy Paradise shrugged, her red hair bouncing up and down. "I don't know, you guys," she whispered, turning to her childhood friends. "Don't you think it's a little... underhanded? After all, they did win the Battle, fair and square." As a musician, Amy was one of the best in the school, and her talent showed great promise. She played the flute in the school band, and was also the lead singer for her punk-rock group The Pink Stilettos, along with Lee and Kyla. They had won the school's Battle of the Bands for the last two years in a row, but that was before Cassandra Horne had exploded onto the scene, completely unanticipated. 2

"Bullshit," Kyla Beck replied, nudging her friend's shoulder. "Come on, Ames. Don't tell me you've not been dying to exact your revenge on that stupid bitch, since she set foot in this place."3

The Gothic beauty had arrived at San Francisco High midway through October, and Amy, Lee, and Kyla had disliked her from the very beginning. Cassandra was strikingly gorgeous: She had long, black hair, pale skin, and piercing green eyes, that glinted with malevolence. She was tall, at least 5'9, and slender, with a DD-cup, compared to Amy, who was short and practically flat-chested. But other than that, she was stuck-up and spoiled, from an upper-class family, and she seemed to think that the world owed her something. She was a loner, and had no friends, but she made moves on the other girls' boyfriends, and had only been at the school a week before she garnered the unflattering labels of 'slut', and 'bitch'. Amy had tried, on numerous occasions, to befriend her, even inviting her to join the Stilettos in music class; But Cassandra had brushed her off, refusing to even associate with anyone, other than the Gothic elite.4

Then, all of a sudden, she had shown up at the Battle with her new girl-rock band, Amaranth, wearing a corset and a ton of weird, purplish makeup. She played a mean electric guitar, with energetic riffs that had sent chills down Amy's spine, and her haunting, melodic vocals had reminded her of Anette Olzon's. They won quite easily, leaving the favourites in utter disbelief, but Amy hadn't resented her rival for the win, though she most certainly felt that her musical territory had been intruded upon. After all, hers was supposed to be the band that the whole school was known for, but Cassandra had gone and completely stolen her thunder. 5


"Sure," Amy replied, uncertainly. "But are you positive it's a good idea? I mean, we're gonna get into some serious shit for this."6

"Of course," Lee responded. "But it will be completely worth it, just knowing that we've put that skank in her place."7

The three girls strode into the cafeteria, where many students laughed, talked, and played cards. "We'll show her who's boss," Kyla muttered bitterly, brandishing the water bottle in her hand. "Betcha she'll think twice before fucking with us again."8

Soon enough, they found the corner where Cassandra sat with her bandmates, Emmy and Loren. The three wore black trench coats, chains, and outrageously-short skirts, and they pored over an issue of Gothic Beauty magazine. "Ease up, you two," Amy warned. "Don't touch her. I just want to talk to her." Trying to calm herself, she smoothed her red tresses and sidled over to the group. "Hey, Cass," she began,casually. "What's up?"9

"What the fuck do you want, Paradise?" the Goth goddess demanded, tossing her jet-black hair and glaring at Amy through her heavily-made-up eyes. "Jealous?"10

She sighed, shaking her head. "No," she replied, sounding more annoyed than she had intended. "I just wanted to congratulate you on your win. That's all."11

"I see," Cassandra replied, pursing her crimson lips thoughtfully. "Well, you'd better run along and practice, if you ever want to win anything again. No one's going to look twice at a bunch of amateurs."12

"We're no amateurs," Amy answered, trying hard to keep control over her anger. "I'll have you know that we've been practicing for years!"13

"Oh?" she retorted. "Well, it certainly doesn't show. You have a long way to go, if you ever want to compete with the likes of us." She tossed her dark hair, with a sultry laugh, and Emmy and Loren followed suit. "Amateurs."14

Amy gritted her teeth, and for Lee and Kyla, who had been watching from afar, it was the last straw. They wandered over to where the three black-clad girls sat, looking like they owned the world. "Hey, Goth girl," Lee spat nastily. "It's too hot to be wearing that big jacket. Why don't you let us cool you off?" With that, she and Kyla produced their water bottles, dumping them all over Cassandra, completely ruining her hair and makeup. "Don't fuck with us, you stupid whore." 15

Cassandra just stared at the trio in disbelief, as did Emmy and Loren. She looked so pathetic, with her hair dripping wet, and makeup running down her face, tears forming in her eyes as she turned to glare at Amy. "You... You bitch!" she screamed, and she took off, running from the cafeteria, sobbing.16

Amy shook her head, staring at Lee and Kyla. "I feel kinda bad for her," she confessed. "After all, I wasn't expecting that at all."17

"Who gives a shit," Lee replied. "She's a bitch, and she deserved it. Someone would've done it soon anyway, so it's better that we do the honours and give her a taste of her own medicine."18

"Even so," Amy replied, gesturing in Cassandra's direction. "That was mean. I'm going to make sure she's okay." Despite protests from her friends, she took off after the girl, not bothering to stop for anyone as she bolted through the cafeteria doors.19

"Cassandra, wait!"20

Amy hurried down the corridors of SFH, following her classmate through the rows of lockers. She ran through the narrow halls, dodging teachers and fellow students, her red hair flapping behind her, as she chased the other girl, finally cornering her by the Mathematics office. "Cass, what is wrong with you?"21

The raven-haired beauty shook her head, looking even more disheveled than she had initially. "Fuck you, Amy Paradise," she replied, with a fire in her voice that could easily burn down the entire building. "Don't talk to me. This is all your fault!"22

"No," Amy shouted, slightly out of breath. "It had nothing to do with me! I never told Lee and Kyla to do that to you!"23

"Right," Cassandra retorted, her voice still shaking. "That's why they just popped out of nowhere and ambushed me with water bottles." She brushed a tear from her mascara-stained cheek. "You're going to pay for this, Paradise. I will see to that myself."24

Amy let out a frustrated sigh. "For the love of God, and all things holy" she replied sarcastically. "Cass, you need to grow the fuck up."25

Cassandra rolled her eyes. "Don't play me with your God crap," she snapped irritably, shaking her head. "It's just because I'm Goth, isn't it? That's why you get such a laugh at my expense. Honestly, Amy... You and your little girlfriends need lives, you fucking dyke!"26

Amy froze, dead in her tracks. "Wh... What did you just call me?"27

"You heard me," Cassandra replied haughtily. "You're a dyke. You know, a lesbian? A girl who fucks other girls, 'cause she can't get a boyfriend?" She tossed her hair, her wicked laugh echoing through the hallway. "That kind of dyke."28

"Whatever," Amy replied, nervously. "So what, if I like girls? What business is it of yours?" She smoothed her red hair, trying to control her temper. "Oh, and Cass," she continued. "It's not because you're Goth. It's because you're a fucking bitch, to me and to everyone else. Now, I demand that you take that back, or else I will be forced to report you to Principal Connors."29

Cassandra only smirked, the remnants of tears still glistening in her green eyes. "Boo hoo," she replied sarcastically. "That won't change a thing, Paradise. You're still a fucking dyke."30

At that moment, Amy just lost all composure. "I'd much rather be a dyke," she spat nastily, "than a two-cent whore like you!" 31

With that, she punched Cassandra in the face, not caring where she hit. Blood spattered everywhere, and the girls' screams soon attracted attention from the nearby students, who gathered around to watch. As Cassandra grabbed her by her hair, Amy swung her fist again, hitting her square in the mouth, this time managing to give her a bloody lip. 32

Cassandra staggered backwards into the wall, spitting a mouthful of blood onto the floor and raising her venomous green eyes to look at Amy. "You fucking cunt!" she screamed, tears and bruises distorting her perfect face. "You should just keep your mouth shut."33

Amy rolled her eyes, wiping the sweat from her brow. "I will," she replied, smirking. "As long as you do the same with your legs."34

The next thing she knew, Cassandra's hand was around her neck, and she was pinned up against the wall. "Don't call me a whore again, Paradise," she hissed, the blood from her cut spraying Amy's face as she spoke. "Or else, the whole school will soon know your little secret. Don't go crying to Principal Connors when you're expelled for this!" 35

Out of sheer instinct, the eighteen-year-old whirled around and raked her nails across her rival's face. Taken aback, Cassandra instantly let go of her shirt collar, and both girls fell to the ground, on top of one another. Seizing the opportunity, Amy straddled Cassandra's chest, pinning her arms to the ground, and began punching her, as hard as she could, until Cassandra, who was much bigger, managed to flip her over and return the favour. Amy fought back, with all her strength, beating her fists against Cassandra's chest. Her opponent yelped in pain, loosening her grip on Amy, who threw her off and into a wall.36

For the moment, both girls just lay there, panting, each struggling to regain both her senses and her dignity. Amy suddenly felt a hand on her shoulder, and she realized that both Lee and Kyla were standing over her, waving their hands over her face. "Hey, Ames," Lee's voice broke into her mind, bringing her back to reality. "You all right? How many fingers am I holding up?"37

Her friends' hands seemed to blur, mesh together, and she let her head roll to the side, with a sigh. "Twenty-seven?"38

Lee turned to Kyla, and both girls nodded their response. "That's all right for now, Ames," her friend replied. "We need to get you cleaned up, though. That's for damn sure. We can't hang out with you anymore, if you're got Goth blood on your hands." 39

They pulled Amy to her feet, and she noticed that, across the way, no one had come to Cassandra's aid, let alone lifted a finger to help her. "Thanks, guys," she replied groggily, her neck still hurting, from where the other girl's nails had dug into it. "I'm lucky to have you two as friends."40

"Yes, you are," came a voice from behind them. "But luck isn't going to get you out of this one." The trio turned around, and there stood Mr. Matthews, Amy's third-period math teacher, and possibly the strictest in the school. "Miss Paradise, Miss Horne," he lectured, sounding angry. "This is a disgrace! Both of you are to report to Principal Connors' office immediately!" He watched as Cassandra stood, then he herded both girls, along with Lee and Kyla, through the hallway and into the foreboding gray of the principal's office.41

A few minutes later, Amy sat in a plush chair, across from Principal Connors. Cassandra was beside her, blood gushing from her fat lip, which had swelled to three times it's normal size, and the principal peered at them over her glasses. "All right, girls," she began, sternly. "What started all this?"42

Amy opened her mouth to say something, but Cassandra immediately jumped in. "It was all her fault, Principal Connors," she interjected. "She ordered her stupid little friends to dump water over me in the cafeteria, and when I retaliated, she hit me!" 43

She burst into a fit of tears, which Amy could tell were fake, and this made her madder than before. "No, Ma'am," she replied, trying to stay as calm as possible. "She called my band 'amateurs'... Lee and Kyla overheard, and they came to my defense, with the water bottles." She paused for air, then continued. "I went after her, to make sure she was all right, but then she called me a dyke... So I punched her."44

Principal Connors pushed her glasses back up onto the bridge of her nose. "So you admit that you drew first blood, Miss Paradise?" 45

Amy nodded. "Yes, ma'am," she replied, careful not to get too defiant. "I did, but I wouldn't have touched her, if she hadn't called me a dyke. That word is very offensive to the GLBT community."46

The principal shook her head, and now turned to Cassandra "Is this true, Miss Horne?" 47

"I already told you what happened." She replied saucily. "It's because I'm Goth, isn't it? That's why you all enjoy picking on me so much!"48

"No!" Amy finally shouted, unable to take anymore. "It's not because you're Goth. It's because you're a mean, spiteful person! I said it after you called me a dyke, and I'm saying it now! My answer won't change until you do!" She turned to Principal Connors, whose face had gone white at the display. "Yes," she continued. "I am a lesbian! I like girls, and I'm damn proud of it, so don't you go calling me down!" She resumed her seat, shaking and trying not to cry. 49

Principal Connors turned back to Cassandra. "You should be ashamed of yourself, young lady," she lectured. "Why would you use a word like that, for your own selfish gain?"50

"Well," Cassandra muttered her response. "I'm bi, so I'm allowed to."51

Amy couldn't believe her ears! Cassandra was bisexual, and she hadn't even detected a hint of homosexuality in her. She'd always had a thing for the dark, brooding type, and as much as she hated to admit it, Cassandra was her ideal girl. In fact, she'd developed a minor crush on her, and that was why she had been so intent on getting to know her in the first place. Unable to believe her luck, Amy tried to contain her excitement, as Principal Connors gave the verdict.52

"Detention, for both of you," she stated bluntly. "Today at three-thirty, you will meet me at Mr. Matthews' room, to serve your punishment. There will be expulsions if anything like this happens again. You're both dismissed."53

Still excited, Amy returned to her day, with a fresh sense of vigor. She was beside herself, and determined to take advantage of her newly-discovered upper hand.54

Moments later, Amy sat in English class, unable to get her mind off of Cassandra, whom she eyed from across the classroom. She was pretty, of course, and she was pretty sure that the insurmountable Goth had a soft side, somewhere beneath the bitchiness. Sh turned to Lee, who sat beside her. "Guess what?" she exclaimed, in an excited whisper. "Cass is bisexual!"55

"Sweet," Lee whispered her acknowledgment. "I figured you had a thing for her, Ames. After all, she's the type you've been after since forever!" She chuckled, playfully nudging her friend's shoulder. "I think you two would make a fantastic couple! That is, if you don't kill each other first!"56

Amy smiled, glad that Lee was there for her. The two girls had been best friends since kindergarten, before they met Kyla, when they'd met over a plastic tea set during playtime. Ever since then, they'd been inseparable, and Amy knew that she could always count on her best friend: Lee was the one who shared lunch with her, when she forgot hers at home, and who saved her a seat on the bus every morning, as well as the first one she'd come out to as a lesbian, at thirteen, and didn't freak out. 57

"Thanks," she whispered again. "I hope she doesn't completely flip, though, or else I might be up to my eyes in Goth blood this time."58

Lee chuckled, as their English teacher, Mrs. Plant, went on about essays and form of poetry. "It'll be all right," she reassured her friend. "It'll be just like the time I asked Johnny Green out."59

Johnny Green had been Lee's crush, back in the eighth grade. He had rejected her, and Amy and Kyla had spent hours trying to console their heartbroken friend. "I hope Cass doesn't pull a Johnny, though," she replied. "Because then, the entire school will know my secret."60

"Oh relax, Ames," Lee chided gently. "It'll be fine. Just wait until tomorrow. It'll sort itself out." 61

The bell rang, and Mrs. Plant handed out their assignment. "Write a poem, of any kind. You can choose whatever topic you like, and it's due tomorrow, for the critiques. No exceptions." 62

"I already know what I'm going to write about," Amy remarked, grinning from ear-to-ear. "That is, if I can stop thinking about her, long enough to write the damn thing."63

Lee gave her friend a knowing glance. "Just don't make it too obvious, or else you'll tip her off." The girls hugged each other, and parted ways, Lee to her Art class, and Amy to fifth period history, where she would spend the next hour and twenty minutes counting down to the moment of truth.64

Finally, it was time. Amy gathered her belongings and headed down to Mr. Matthews' room. She said a brief goodbye to Lee and Kyla, who were keeping her company until the detention began. "Everything's gonna be fine, Ames," Kyla reassured her. "I'm sure you won't have any problems."65

"Yeah," Lee added. "Just keep your eyes on the prize."66

All of a sudden, Cassandra appeared, from out of nowhere. "What are you losers talking about?" she demanded, with a toss of her raven hair.67

"Band practice." Kyla interjected immediately, and Amy breathed a sigh of relief. "We were talking about the Battle of the Bands for April, and how we're SO going to kick your ass!"68

Cassandra narrowed her eyes to poison darts. "Never," she stated malevolently. "And that's a promise."69

Just then, Mr. Matthews showed up and unlocked the door. "Miss Paradise, Miss Horne," he gestured to the classroom. "Now."70

Amy waved goodbye to her friends, and followed her math teacher and Cassandra into the classroom, taking a seat as far away from her crush as possible, sneaking sideways glances at her from across the way. Her thoughts were, however, interrupted by Mr. Matthews giving directions.71

"Both of you, stay where you are," he barked."You're on the honour system, so if I come back in an hour, and either of you have moved, you'll be in big trouble. Are we understood?" Both girls nodded their agreement and, taking this as a sign of their compliance, he left the room, the door slamming shut behind him.72

As soon as he was gone, Cassandra turned to Amy. "So," she remarked casually. "You're a lesbian, are you? Since when?"73

"Since I was thirteen," she replied. "I came out to my best friend in grade seven. Why?"74

"Just curious," Cass went on, running her fingers through her black hair. "I was hoping that, maybe you would tell me what it's like to have sex with another woman."75

Amy scratched her head thoughtfully. "It's no different, really," she answered, trying to read the tone in Cass' voice. She couldn't tell whether she was being coy, or just a little mean. "The only difference is that, since there are no cocks involved," she continued. "We make our own." And she produced, from her knapsack, a six-inch dildo.76

Cass' eyes seemed to travel the whole room, as she realized that the chemistry between the two girls was painfully obvious. Amy seemed to sense in her the curiosity, and she wasn't sure how much longer she could stand it. "How'd you get that in here?"77

"Easy," Amy replied, a smirk on her face. "When I pretend that it's a keychain-pen, it's easy enough to disguise. Besides, if I ever get bored in the back of class..." She trailed off and flicked a switch, making the dildo vibrate. 78

Its silent whirring spoke volumes to the girls, as their eyes roved over one another, and Cass turned to Amy, her green eyes full of hunger. "If you don't mind," she began, her eyes trailing over the other girl's body. "I should quite like to try that."79

Amy grinned, knowing full-well that she had the upper hand now. "Here," she whispered, flicking her mini-vibe back into motion. "Allow me to demonstrate." She sat Cass down in a chair and slid her hand up her skirt, slowly and deliberately, teasing her clit with the pocket-rocket, before gently guiding it into her dripping entrance and easing it in and out of her burning chasm. 80

Cass threw her head back, and let out a sultry moan. "Oh, god, don't stop...That feels so good!"81

Amy clapped a hand over her mouth. "Don't be too loud," she instructed. "Because if anyone hears us, we'll be so dead." She quickly changed pace, working her magic with the tiny machine, and before she knew it, she had been pulled into a kiss.82

It was the kiss to end all kisses. Cassandra's tongue danced with hers, and her lips were so unbearably soft, that Amy thought she would come on the spot. But she wanted to draw out the moment a while longer. After all, she reasoned, it would probably be a while before the next time she had Cass in front of her, so willing and submissive.83

Amy finally broke free of the lip-lock to give her partner a different kind of kiss. She slid her tongue down, and gently sucked on her clit, which seemed to have a life force of its own, in near-perfect rhythm with the soft whirs of the pocket-rocket. Cass closed her eyes tightly, moaning her appreciation, and she knew that she had done her job.84

Almost near breaking point herself, Amy stripped and climbed into Cass' lap. Positioning herself on the other end of the vibrator, she rocked back and forth, in time with its pulse. The girls kissed passionately, their hands and tongues roaming each other's bodies, trying to bring each other to orgasm, and see who exploded first.85

Amy paid special attention to Cass' DD-breasts, flicking her tongue across her nipples and teasing them into naughty peaks. She drew them into her mouth, sucking on the hardened tips and biting into the creamy white flesh that surrounded them. She ground her pelvis into Cass', and the shared vibrations intensified.86

She had never known sex to be this good with a woman. It had always been more about the cuddling, and the emotional stuff, but this... This was pure, unbridled lust, something that most of her lovers had lacked. Cass was on fire, and she could barely contain her excitement.87

Cass came first, closing her eyes and shaking violently as she reached the peak of her climax. Amy followed soon after, shuddering from head to foot as the vibrations overtook her. She collapsed against Cass' chest, utterly exhausted.88

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