Cassandra Stevens

Sensual Moments Sept. Prompt 2
"It's always the quiet ones!"
Give me your sexy stories involving the most unlikely "suspects", for example: the bookish librarian who spends her nights as a dominatrix, the meek cleaning lady who runs a sex phone business on the side, the freakishly normal housewife who is a wild swinger...Transform the shy into the sensual, reveal the sexual god and goddess within!
Surprise me! by MD Maurice

Cassandra Stevens

In a small Holtsville middle school, it’s coming to the end of a long week.  The English class was quietly reading when the teacher looked at her watch and stood up.  “Books down.”

Cassandra had minimal makeup, her hair pulled tight into a large bun.  Tall and slim; she wore a starched-long-sleeved-white-cotton blouse that buttoned up to her neck, in a crown collar.  Her skirt was below the knee, nylons were black and she wore black oxfords.  Her dress made her look much older than she was and served as a good disguise of her well formed twenty-eight year old body.

“Okay everyone, there’s no written assignment for Monday.”  There were smiles on every students face and a few thumbs up. 

“But.  I want you to finish reading Chapter three this weekend and be ready to discuss it, in detail Monday!”  Smiles turned to frowns and Miss Stevens heard a few moans as she sat back down.

Just then the bell rang for end of period; the class stood up in unison and started to file out past the teachers desk.  Miss Cassandra Stevens browsed the homework sheet as the students dropped them on her desk; one student paused looking down at her with puppy dog eyes, he waited for her to look up.

She raised her head and held out her hand; Billy held his paper just out of her reach.  “Miss Steven’s. I didn’t understand question four.  Did you ask us to critique the author or the characters actions in his story?”  He put the page down in front of her and bent over so that his head was beside hers.  She realized their proximity and sat back.

She looked at him with a somber expression, “You answered it correctly Mr. Combs, we’ll discuss it on Monday.  Have a nice weekend.” 

Bill felt rejected as he straightened up; the look of disappointment and uncertainty on his face.  Cassandra looked into his eyes and smiled, “It’s okay Billy, your answer was correct, it was the characters actions.  We will discuss it on Monday.”  She did a cute wave.  “Bye!”

He grinned and started to back away, “Oh thank you Miss Stevens.  See you Monday!”

She stacked up the homework assignments and slipped them into a manila envelope, stuffed the envelope into her case and stood up to police the classroom. 

She didn’t have a last period class and used the time to mark test papers.  This was one of the niceties of the job.  She could have gone to the teachers lounge but she didn’t want to be bothered by the idle conversation and interruptions.  The classroom was quiet and secluded.

After the final bell, she was one of the last to leave the building; as always, she wore a raincoat and knit cap.  Placing her case on the passenger seat, she hopped into her Smart car and started the engine; classical music played softly as she pulled out of the parking lot. 

Mr. Kowalski, the coach, stopped her at the gate.  “Casey.  We’re having the annual Parent vs. Teacher softball game on Sunday.  Can we count on you?”

“Sorry Joe, I’m going away this weekend, to visit family upstate.  I won’t return until Sunday evening.  Sorry.  Have a good time.”  That was a half-truth, she thought.  She could hear him wish her a good trip, as she drove away.

* * *

In fifteen minutes she pulled up in front of her condo complex.  On her salary she could not afford a fancy place and this was clean, safe and cheap.  It was a converted forty-unit motel.  Now it’s twenty, one bedroom condo complex in a gated compound with an indoor pool.

After inhaling a frozen dinner, she slipped into a one-piece bathing suit and spent thirty minutes doing laps in the chilly water.  She showered and turned on some classical music while finishing her grading.  Cassandra turned off the music well after midnight and turned in.

As long as the weather was mild, she slept with the window open and au` natural`.  This was one of the reasons she insisted on a second floor apartment.

* * *

It’s Saturday evening in a suburb of Watertown, a semi industrial, farm and military city, mostly all blue collar and country folk; a place a girl like Casey Stevens ran from at her first opportunity. 

In a biker bar along a county road, Nick Cranz sat on a bar stool nursing his Black Label, toying with the glass and listening to Iron Maiden.  His black hair was long, long enough to put up in a ponytail.  Standing he’d be five-eleven; he wore a leather vest over a flannel shirt with cut off sleeves; his jeans were torn and his motorcycle boots were scuffed and worn.  Every so often Nick would look up in the mirror to see who was in the room.  Mike the bartender came up in front of him, “Refill?”

Nick pushed his glass to him, he watched Mike drop some ice in it and pour him another double.  “She late?”

He took the glass and pushed a twenty towards the bar keep without saying a word.  Nick noticed someone come up behind him.

“Nicky, yer teacher twat hang ya up again?”

Nick turned on his stool and stared into the mans cold eyes.  “What the fuck did you say?”

“I sai…”  He was interrupted by Nicks worn boot landing square between his legs.  There was a short groan as he fell to the floor on his knees.  Nick looking down at him…

“That’s what I thought you said!”  He kicked the man with a round house and turned back to the bar.  Two of the mans friends picked him up and carried him out to the rest room. 

Long about eight thirty the front door opened and everyone looked.  Woman wore boots; short leather skirt, leather vest that was lace closed in the front and her hair in a ponytail that hung halfway down her back.  She nodded her head at a number of the men at the pool table who seemed to know her.  Nick watched her in the mirror as she crossed the room to an empty booth and sat down. 

Nicks antagonist walked over to sit opposite her when she held up her hand.  “I didn’t ask for company!”

“Juss wanted ta make ya comfy…  Kin I buy ya drink?”

“No, get lost!”  She lit a cigarette and blew the smoke in his face.

The man raised his hand to her, but Mike stopped him.  “Get lost Jake, she’s not interested.”

Without seeing the bat in Mikes other hand Jake turned away and stumbled back to the pool tables. 

“Thanks Mike, you know, Black, two fingers straight up and a water back.”  She scanned the bar as she took a compact from her purse and checked her lipstick.  The door opened again and another woman came in alone in jeans, flannel shirt and cowboy boots.  She strode over to Nick and kissed him, “Hi Hun, Is she here?” 

Nick turned and pointed at the booth.  “She’s over there.”

Taking the girl by her arm, Nick hopped off the bar stool and walk her over to the girl in the booth.  “Susan, meet Casey” The two slid in opposite Casey.  Mike brought Nick and Casey’s drinks to the table. 

“What’ll ya have miss?”

“Mike meet Susan, anything the girls want is on me.”

Susan looked up.  “Vodka and Cranberry”

Nick and the girls sat and talked for better than an hour before Nick asked Mike to call for a cab. 

As they left the bar, Casey’s Smart car was parked away from the building beside two hogs.  They, all three piled into the back of the cab and took off.

* * *

The small frame house was on a unlit country road five miles from the bar they just left.  All three piled out and stumbled up the porch steps.  Susan opened the front door and went in first.  Nick had a firm grip on Casey’s ass as they stumbled through into a large foyer.  Susan was busy turning on the lights. 

Nick pinned Casey against a doorframe and started to untie the bindings of her vest.  Susan strode past them to the living room in her bare feet and tearing open her flannel shirt, exposing her voluptuous breasts.  Nick was kissing Casey’s neck with soft, sensual and arousing kisses as his fingers had almost completed their task. 

Cassandra was not being a slouch, she had Nicks vest on the floor and was working on his shirt.  She had also stepped out of her boots. 

Susan came up behind Nick and pressed her naked body to his back, “Take off those jeans and boots.”

He stepped away from Casey and Susan quickly took his place, removing the vest and unzipping her skirt.  The skirt fell to the floor revealing that Casey wore no underwear.  Susan and Casey hugged, kissing each other on the lips and then on each other’s necks; their fingers, discovering each other’s most intimate and sensitive places. 

Nick, now also nude watched, fascinated and already aroused.  “Girls, you have a bed in this flop?”

They both giggled and took him by is arms and led him up the stares.  They pushed him down on a bed that was stripped to just the bottom sheet.  They lay down on either side and began to kiss every inch of his lean muscular body.  Each taking turns at caressing his large stiff shaft.  Nick had each hand busy caressing each wet slit and clit softly.  Susan moved around and kissed his lips as she ran her hands up and down his hairy chest.  Occasionally leaning forward to brush his lips with her breasts. 

Casey had firmly impaled her face on his shaft and grinding her clit against his knee.  She could feel him growing ever harder in her mouth and released him. 

Susan straddled him, placing her vagina over his face as Casey did the same over his hips and let his cock slip into her silky pit.  The girls were face-to-face and hugged as they road their hog.  Nick gripped Susan’s butt cheeks, fingering her and lapping at her nub.  Both women were aching with arousal.  Their motions in unison, Casey started to moan as she increased her pace. 

Nick was now penetrating both orifices as he felt his heat coming to a boil.  Casey was the first to come to a head, gripping Susan for support as she stopped and ground her hips against Nick.  Then Susan let go saturating Nicks face as he could hold back not further and his seed mixed with Casey’s fluids. 

All three wound up lying side by side in sweaty convulsive twitching and moans.

* * *

Monday morning Cassandra sat wearing that same skirt as she wore Friday.  A long sleeved turtle necked sweater, black stockings and black oxford shoes. 



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