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Spill the Tea

Author: Author Khepri
last update Last Updated: 2025-05-09 15:32:21

"Hey Cassie, you didn't tell us how It went," Sarah commented.

"Yes, how did it go?" Emily joined in.

"I wish I could explain it to you guys, but I can't. All I know is I have never felt like that before," Cassie said.

This was two days after the experience they were now discussing. Emily and Sarah had come to help her declutter her space. Cassie did not know where she was going yet but she needed to be ready to go as soon as the opportunity arose. Emily was leaving the next day while Sarah was staying back. This was sort of their last day together in the same city, not to say that they were never going to meet again.

"Come on Cass, even a little detail. I have been so horny, if only I could live through you," Emily mourned.

"You are always horny, Em. Don't blame your horniness on Cass," Sarah teased.

"True that. But I wanted to hear about her sexapades. It must have been a bomb if our shy Cass is blushing like that," Emily said good-naturedly.

Cassie was red from the talk, she wished she was somewhere else. Emily's talk of sex always managed to make her feel embarrassed. It was not like she was a prude, especially now that she could hear herselfoaning loudly in that room.

"Leave her be, Emily. Don't torture the poor girl," Sarah came to her rescue.

"Okay, okay. You two are such a bore. Quick question though, will you be seeing him again?" Emily couldn't let it go.

"I won't," Cassie answered.

"Why, though? I thought you two had a connection," Sarah asked.

"I thought so too. And the way I was hoping to meet the man who managed to get you out of your shell," Emily chipped in.

"It was a one night stand," Cass said with a voice that revealed that she did not want to discuss this topic further. She couldn't tell them that she had been having sleepless nights thinking about the masked man or that she had gotten fucked by a man whose name she did not know. She was the sensible one in the group so telling them about theasked man would have them judging her. She was the good girl and she wanted to remain so until her marriage.

"A one night stand? Cass?" Sarah asked, herouth open with shock.

"The heavens are going to fall down. Where did you meet this man Cassie?" Emily asked.

Cassie opened her mouth to answer but her phone rang. "Hold on a moment," she said.

"Hello, this is Cassie speaking."

Her friends listened keenly. Maybe it was the mysterious man calling her to schedule a meet up. They were happy for their friend, she had been so proper and prim. She deserved to let loose and enjoy her life.

Cassie excused herself and walked to the balcony. The two women could not follow her, it would look bad. Cassie stayed at the balcony for close to five minutes. It made her friends worried. Sarah decided to go look for her but before she could reach the door to the balcony, Cassie appeared. She looked forlon and sad. It was like she was about to cry.

"Are you okay? Is anything the matter?" Emily asked. Despite her foul language, she was very caring.

"My mom is dead," Cassie said.

"Your mom? I didn't know your mom was still alive," Sarah commented. She was a total orphan and given that Cassie never talked about her mother, not even once, her friends had assumed that her mother was dead like her father.

"We were not on talking terms," Cassie answered.

"I am sorry about that dear friend," Sarah consoled.

"I am sorry. Take heart. When is the funeral?" Emily asked.

"Next week but I am not going," Cassie said.

There was no need to go back to the town that held bad memories for her. Her mother was dead and that was that. She had barely said ten words to her over the past five years. Her brother, the one who had called her was the only person she talked to from that town. She did not have a problem with him, they just had different and busy schedules so it was difficult to talk. She had also sworn not to go back to that town so they had not seen each other for years.

"Why?" Sarah was curious.

"She was not my favourite person so there is no need to pretend that we had some bond," Cassie said. She was almost getting angry but restrained herself.

"But she is your mother Cass. I know you two were not on best terms but she is dead. This could be your chance to bury the hatchet. Forgive her for whatever things she did to you. Not for her but for yourself. There is no use carrying that much of a grudge over someone who is dead," Emily advised.

"Em is right. We could accompany you, if that is okay by you," Sarah suggested.

"Thank you friends," Cassie said. What Emily was saying was making sense. It was the same thing that her brother had told her. Besides, she could use the time to close the door she had left open years ago.

"Okay then. Thank you for offering to take me," Cass said.

"You are welcome. We are your friends Cassie. You don't have to carry the weight alone," Emily said.

"We leave a day after tomorrow then," Cass said. She wanted to be home early to familiarise herself with the old town. She did not want it to surprise her and make her moody when she had her friends with her.

She felt nothing for her mother except sorry. She knew her mother had died with her old bitter heart and alone because nobody could tolerate her. If only she had a cool mother like Emily's mum. Emily's mum was fun and friendly. She did not care what the girls did as long as they were safe and happy. Emily had taken them to her parents' house a few holidays ago and they had had fun. The girls knew they were always welcome to stay at Emily's family house for as long as they liked.

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