#privmackenzie

Cassie would be lying—no more so than she already was about her sexuality, apparently—if she said she wasn’t totally attracted to Mackenzie. Not only was the other girl ridiculously physically hot, but her attitude was kind of irresistible, too. Cassie had been trying her hardest this whole time to decline her advances, and was even a little annoyed by them. Though, she wasn’t as annoyed as she was now that the advances had stopped. Truth be told, whether she wanted to admit it or not, she kind of liked the idea of the younger girl wanting her. It made her feel less ridiculous for wanting her right back. Who knew that all it would take would be for Mackenzie to give her an actual compliment, and to stop actually trying, to have Cassie realize she really couldn’t resist anymore. For some reason, she felt like she could trust the other girl. Hopefully, she was right, because despite knowing better, she now found herself climbing out of her car outside of Mackenzie’s place, an oversized sweater covering her up to keep people from recognizing her. Which was ridiculous, considering nobody would suspect anything if they did see her here, but whatever. Without taking the time to second guess herself (again), Cassie glanced around herself before ringing the doorbell, her arms folding across her chest as she waited impatiently for the other girl to answer.

Mackenzie wasn't totally convinced that Cassie was straight at first. There had been some rumors about Mackenzie that she had been into straight girls, which probably came from her obvious attraction to the other girl. However, despite that, it wasn't the case. Everything she had said to her before was 100% true. The thing she had instantly been attracted to was her attitude. If it was all about her looks, she would have gone for one of her sisters. One of them hit on Amelia, and since Mackenzie was the hotter sister, she probably could have had her. It really wasn't about that, though. Not that she wanted anything more than sex, because that's all she wanted. It was the fact that Cassie was the one she was attracted to. Did she think anything would happen? Maybe at first. After awhile, she started to think maybe she was straight. It was cool if she was; she wasn't trying to force herself on the girl. When she asked her why she was interested in her, though, she had been completely honest with her. She wasn't even trying to do anything, other than answer a simple question. If she knew that's what it would take, she would have done it a long time ago. The second she heard the doorbell, she made her way to the front door. She didn't mean to laugh when she saw the other girl, but considering she looked like she had something to hide (which, she probably did), she couldn't help it. "Come on in. If you don't want anyone to spot you, I suggest you hurry. My neighbors are nosy as hell." She said, stepping aside to let her in. She really didn't think anyone would suspect anything, even if they did see her, but obviously her sexuality was something she struggled with. Mackenzie never had that problem, but she wouldn't want to out someone who did.

Cassie knew she was being stupid. As far as anybody around here knew, Cassie and Mackenzie were friends. In actuality, they weren't. They barely even knew each other outside of a few posts back and forth online, but Mackenzie's neighbors didn't know that. This was just one friend visiting another friend. Cassie was probably making it worse for herself with the oversized sweater and shades she was using as a disguise. It literally looked like she was hiding something, so it didn't surprise her when the other girl came to the door and laughed. From behind her shades, she rolled her eyes, but that didn't stop her heart from speeding up a little bit regardless. Mackenzie was even hotter in person, and Cassie hated thinking that. She wasn't about to waste anymore time stood out here, so stepped into the house right away, pulling the shades off and stuffing them into the front pocket of her sweater, which she then proceeded to pull off, too. "It was cold out," she lied, shrugging a shoulder as she held out the sweater. As much as she was trying not to, she couldn't help but check the blonde out, and probably pretty obviously, too. Cassie forced herself to focus on her face then instead, trying not to draw attention to the way her cheeks had definitely darkened a shade. "Where should I put this?"

Mackenzie didn't think Cassie had any reason to be hiding. Anyone who had seen her come in would assume they were friends. Mackenzie had her share of hook ups coming in and out of her house, but as far as the world knew, Cassie was 100% hetero. Up until she had messaged her, Mackenzie had thought the same exact thing. The fact that she was acting suspicious is what would give her away. As much as she wanted to point that out, she had been serious about her neighbors. The dude was always checking her out, while his wife was always giving her dirty looks. It was for completely different reasons, but they were always looking at her house. Since Cassie was acting like she was hiding something, she figured she should just keep her mouth shut and let her in. If Cassie wanted to make sure no one saw anything, that was fine with Mackenzie. It wasn't really anyone's business in the first place, so it's not like they owed anyone an explanation. Her only real concern was getting to see what was under the big ass sweater. "Yeah, of course. That explains the shades, too." She said, raising her eyebrow. Cassie could act like she wasn't trying to hide, but they both knew she was. And they knew why. The way the other girl was checking her out had been obvious. She couldn't hide how smug she felt then. The smirk on her face wouldn't allow her to. "There's a coat rack in the living room. You've got to walk right past it to get to my room, so you can't miss it. Just follow me." She said, assuming the other girl was following as she walked into her living room.

Cassie would’ve usually given the other girl crap for her attitude, and probably just walked right back out of there. It wasn’t like she ​needed​ to be here, after all. Given why she was here, though, and that both of them knew it, she really wasn’t trying to piss Mackenzie off. It would’ve been incredibly easy for her to show people the private message that Cassie had initially sent, if she really wanted to. More than that, though, Cassie wanted to be here. Especially now that she was standing face to face with the other girl. She didn’t like the things she was thinking and feeling, and hated more than anything how physically attracted to the blonde she was. Cassie really couldn’t understand what it was about liking girls that she was so against for herself, but she couldn’t help it. That damn smirk on Mackenzie’s face told her she was enjoying Cassie’s struggle, at least. Forcing herself to keep her focus on the blonde’s face until she’d turned around to lead them towards her room, Cassie began to walk behind her, hating that she couldn’t help the way her gaze lowered down her body, so intently so that she almost missed the coat rack. Almost. Quickly, she hung the sweater up, then continued to follow Mackenzie through the house and to what she assumed was her room, remaining silent the whole time. If this wasn’t the very definition of booty call, Cassie didn’t know what was, but she was both mad and excited about it all at the same time.

Mackenzie had never been in denial about her sexuality. Her parents had always been supportive, so she never felt the need to really hide anything from them. She didn't even come out the way most people did. She dated guys sometimes, she dated girls sometimes. When asked, she would just say that she liked people. It had never been a big deal to her. That was obviously not the case with Cassie. She didn't know the other girl really, so she wouldn't pretend like she did, but it was obvious that she was in serious denial. Mackenzie didn't know her reasons and she didn't need to, because she wasn't about to judge her. Her so called fetish had obviously been a lie, but she had hooked up with girls in the past who insisted they were straight. Since she had no intentions other than having sex, she had no reason to question any of them. Their personal lives were none of her business. Still, she wasn't so much of an asshole that she would brag about banging straight girls. Well, she did it as a joke, but she never seriously outed someone. She never would. Cassie didn't know that, but if she wanted her, she had to think this could stay between them, right? Either that or she wanted Mackenzie that bad, which made sense to her. Who could even blame her? She felt smug about it, but not so smug that she would hide how much she wanted Cassie, too. In fact, she had been pretty obvious about that for awhile. "Look, I just want to make something clear." She said, closing and locking the door behind them. She lived alone, so she didn't expect anyone to catch them, but she did have friends who could show up at any minute. Better safe than sorry, or whatever. "Whatever happens here, stays here. No one needs to know you were here. In fact, you can walk out right now and I would never even tell anyone you showed up." She didn't know why she felt the need to clarify that, but she did. She didn't want her having some sort of gay panic here. As she spoke, she moved closely to the other girl. So closely that if she moved closer, their lips would be touching. "I mean it. I won't tell a soul. In fact, there are many other things I'd rather be doing with my lips." Before Cassie could say anything, Mackenzie was closing the gap between them. There was nothing sweet or romantic about it, but it didn't last long before she was pulling back. Before they did anything else, she wanted to be sure that this was what Cassie wanted. "Like that."

Cassie still didn’t know what she was doing here. That was a lie, of course she did, she just couldn’t really believe she was actually here. It had been obvious that Mackenzie had wanted her for a while, and that had always made Cassie feel totally smug. Now that Mackenzie knew she wanted her back, though, that made her feel vulnerable, and that was a feeling Cassie had always hated. Evidently, not enough to have her run away, since they were soon in the other girl’s bedroom, and Cassie was making no attempt to leave. She watched the blonde’s every move, half expecting her to pull a camera out and snap a picture to show everyone that Cassidy Harper had come over for a big gay booty call. It made her feel better when the door was locked, despite her recalling Mackenzie saying she lived alone. She really didn’t want anybody to know about this, which was no reflection on the other girl. If she was actually out, Cassie would be ridiculously proud to say she’d fucked Mackenzie, but unfortunately, she wasn’t. It was due to her own insecurities. Cassie had still barely said two words since she’d gotten here, and remained quiet as she listened to the other girl speak; her words helping to ease her mind further. Though, her heart began to race as the younger girl moved closer to her, her eyes up on her face. They lowered to her lips the closer she got, though, and before she could even respond, Mackenzie’s lips were against her own. Cassie paused for only a second, before she was kissing her back, then hating how disappointed she felt at the loss of contact far too soon. Her gaze moved back up again—​everyone​ was taller than Cassie—to focus on her face, before it was drifting to her lips once more. Cassie simply nodded her head gently, before standing up on her tiptoes and resting her hand on the back of the blonde’s neck, pulling her face closer, her lips pressing harder against the other’s this time.

Mackenzie didn't know what to expect from Cassie. Mostly because she hadn't been sure they would get this far, to be honest. If she had a dollar for every time she heard Cassie say she was straight, she wouldn't need to spend her parents' money anymore. She had said it so many times that Mackenzie had started to believe it, but being there only proved that she had originally been right. Now that she had here there, she felt smug, of course. She had obviously thought about this a long time, so that's to be expected. However, despite all that, she couldn't help but wonder what was going on in her head. She meant everything she said about not telling anyone. It was no one's business, anyway. She had no way of knowing if the other girl actually believed it, though. The fact that she had barely said anything didn't help at all. It was obvious what Mackenzie wanted. She wanted to kiss her again. To feel her all over, like she's thought about doing for awhile. She wondered for a moment if Cassie was thinking the same, but she didn't have to wonder for long. Their lips were pressed together again and that was all the confirmation that she needed. She kissed her back, wrapping her arms around her waist and pulling her as close as she could. She liked the way she felt pressed against her, even if they were still fully clothed at that point. There was no doubt in her mind anymore. Cassie really did want this. She couldn't wait to really ​feel​ just how much she wanted it.

Cassie may not have had a lot of female experience to compare Mackenzie to, but she had plenty of experience when it came down to this stuff in general. One thing Cassie had noticed was that girls were usually way better kissers than guys. They were more gentle, and knew just when to change the pace. Mackenzie was proving already to be no exception, and Cassie had no desire to pull away once their lips were pressed together again. All she did was part her lips slightly, her eyes closed and her arms wrapping around the taller girl’s neck, almost at exactly the same time as Mackenzie’s had wrapped around her waist. Any second thoughts she may have had about this were completely gone out the window by now, and all Cassie could focus on was how good it felt to be pressed up against the other girl, and how mad she was that it’d taken her this long to find out what a great kisser she was. Usually, Cassie would take the lead, but despite having hooked up with a couple girls before, she’d been drunk those times, so she was still kind of new to this. At least to begin with, she’d let Mackenzie take the lead here. She was fine with going along with whatever the other girl wanted. Though, Cassie was still Cassie, so she couldn’t hold back entirely. Her tongue slipped past the other girl’s lips as they kissed, her arms tightening to make sure they were pressed up as closely as they could be. She wanted to feel her body against her own, to really take everything in. Cassie wouldn’t be making a habit of this, so she had to make sure she got everything out of it as she possibly could.

Mackenzie knew that the other girl was in denial about some things. That didn't really matter to her, since that wasn't really any of her business. She still couldn't help but wonder if Cassie had any experience with girls, though. As confident as she was now, she wasn't like that when she first realized she liked girls. She had only ever been with boys before. Now she preferred to be with girls, even if she identified as bisexual. Girls were a lot better than boys. They were softer, they knew what they were doing, and they were definitely better to look at. She hardly remembered what sex was like with guys anymore. It seemed to be the complete opposite for Cassie. Mackenzie may not know her personally, but that's just what she assumed. Fortunately, she had no issue with taking the lead. That's what she preferred, actually. As much as she had enjoyed this position, she wanted to get the other girl into her bed. There were things she wanted to do and she didn't need to be standing for any of them. The way Cassie was kissing her, she was sure that she would agree. She moved her hands to place them on her hips, pushing her slowly towards the bed. If she wasn't afraid of the two of them falling, she would have moved a lot quicker. The word 'eager' didn't even begin to describe how she was feeling. When they finally reached the bed, she forced herself to break the kiss to push Cassie onto the mattress. They weren't apart for long, though. She wanted to make a show out of it as she got into bed, straddling the other girl. Maybe she did, but she couldn't be sure. Not when she was moving fast, placing their lips together again. She placed her hands under Cassie's shirt, moving them up just to feel her skin. This position was much better.

Cassie was a little lost if she wasn’t leading when it came down to this stuff, but that didn’t matter here, since she was kind of lost when it came down to girls regardless. It seemed Mackenzie was fine with being in charge, though. Cassie would probably try to take over later, but this was good for now. It was better for her to ease into it, anyway. All they were doing was kissing, yet the feeling of Mackenzie’s hands settling on her hips made Cassie nervous. In a good way, of course. She was sure the other girl could tell that she was good with it, given the way she kissed her a little harder as they slowly moved across the room, presumably towards the bed. Cassie was trusting Mackenzie with a lot of things here, but right now she was trusting her to guide her, which she did, with Cassie’s eyes finally opening once the blonde had pulled back. She looked up at her a little breathlessly, taking in her face as she was pushed back onto the bed, though her gaze moved to her body as soon as she’d begun to climb on top of her. Despite laying, when she noticed Mackenzie beginning to lean towards her, Cassie lifted herself up a little to reach her lips sooner, with them instantly parting again the moment they were touching the other girl’s to deepen their kiss. Goosebumps rose under Mackenzie’s touch as her hands slipped under the material of her shirt, a soft sort of whimper sounding in her throat just from that simple contact. It was definitely obvious that she wanted more.

Mackenzie had always had a thing for being in control. It didn't matter what she was doing, she just liked for things to go her way. In her nineteen years, she had grown accustomed to always getting what she wanted. Sex was absolutely no exception to that. When she really wanted someone, she went after them without a second thought. It really wasn't a secret that she wanted Cassie from the second she had seen her. It also wasn't a secret that she wasn't totally convinced that the other girl was 100% straight. It took awhile for her to eventually throw in the towel, only to discover that she had been right all along. Now that she was there with her, all she could imagine were all the things she wanted to do to her. Mackenzie once told Cassie that she was better than any boy and she would know if she gave her a chance. Since Cassie was obviously deep in denial, Mackenzie was sure that she might not get this chance again. She wanted to prove that she was right. The way Cassie whimpered told her that she was doing just that. "You really are fucking sexy." She mumbled against her lips, moving back slightly to removed Cassie's shirt. It was obvious they both wanted more and she saw no point in waiting. For only a moment, Mackenzie stared at the girl beneath her. She really couldn't help it. Cassie had been more gorgeous in person than she ever imagined. That was saying something, considering she's wanted her for a long time. Instead of kissing her again right away, she placed her hands on the girl's stomach and moved them slowly until she was cupping her breasts. Even though she still had on a bra, Mackenzie couldn't pull her eyes away from them. She was really taking advantage of this moment while she could. She could have kept staring, but she made a promise she intended to keep, so she leaned forward and placed her lips on Cassie's neck this time, biting gently into the skin there. She tasted amazing. It made Mackenzie want to taste every part of her body.

Cassie usually had all of the confidence in the world in the bedroom, so it was weird for her to just be laying here, but she didn’t dislike it. At least she could still use her hands, which she did; lifting them to slide into the other girl’s hair as they kissed, though it wasn’t long before Mackenzie was pulling away, and Cassie had to pull her hands back, too. As much as she wanted to lie to herself, and trick herself into pretending like she was doing this with a guy, she couldn’t. She couldn’t help the way she watched Mackenzie so intently, taking in just how stupidly gorgeous the younger girl was. She lifted her arms out of her shirt, the former stripper in her probably deeply judging the way she felt so self-conscious being exposed like she was, but it was easy not to think about it too much when someone like Mackenzie was looking at her so in awe. Their kissing had gotten her totally worked up, so Cassie’s chest was rising and falling a little more quickly, though that probably just added to the sight. Whether that had been the case or not, it wasn’t long before the blonde’s hands were sliding up her body, goosebumps rising in their path, and Cassie knew exactly where they were headed. Exactly where she wanted them. She wanted to feel the other girl’s lips against her own again, and thought she was getting what she wanted as she begun to move closer again, but she wasn’t about to complain when Mackenzie’s lips pressed to her neck, instead. Cassie simply closed her eyes, her hand lifting to brush her fingers back into the other girl’s hair again, and a new whimper forming in her throat. “More,” she mumbled, unable to ever truly give anyone ​total​ control, “I want more.”

Mackenzie always went after the things that she wanted. It was no secret that she was an entitled brat. It worked for her most of the time, so she saw no reason not to be this way. Especially right now. All she wanted was to touch Cassie all over. It had been awhile since she hit on the other girl the first time, and since she had been obvious about wanting her, it was no surprise that she had thought about this before. They had only just got started and it was much better than Mackenzie had imagined. There was no doubt that she always thought Cassie was gorgeous, but seeing her this way was definitely a lot different. With her hands on her breasts, she could feel the way her chest was moving up and down. Every reaction she had only made Mackenzie want her more. Apparently, that's exactly what Cassie wanted, too. Hearing her say so was all she needed to move things along. "I'll give you whatever you want, baby." She smirked, moving her hands away to unfasten Cassie's bra. As much as she enjoyed kissing her neck, she had to move back to look at her chest. Damn, this girl was fucking gorgeous. Mackenzie took the opportunity to remove her own shirt. She hadn't been wearing a bra, since she never wore one at home, and she sure as hell didn't think to put one on with Cassie coming over. There had been no point. "Tell me what you want. You know I want to give it to you."