Chapter 2

Their next date ended the same way. Mike was as hard as a rock until the moment he penetrated her, but thereafter the loss of rigidity happened every time.

“it doesn’t matter,” Cassie told him. “It’ll happen when it happens. There are lots more things we can do while we wait.” So their time together was spent with his tongue in her, or his penis in her mouth, which gave them both great pleasure. They found that they shared similar views on leisure time, too. Cassie was happy to watch Mike’s rugby matches and he cheerfully went along to her choir rehearsals, although he refused point-blank to be dragooned into the bass section. It made sense to move in together after a few months, as Cassie was spending so little time in her own apartment.

“Hey, girl, don’t you go losin’ touch!” Modesty exclaimed as Cassie gathered up her last few belongings.

“I won’t,” Cassie assured her. “I may even come round and watch, if you’re having one of your orgies!”

“You do that!” They hugged and Cassie went off to her new home.

“Cass,” Mike began one morning, “I know you have to wear respectable clothes when you go to teach, but have you ever thought of being a little more daring when we go out?”

“Would you like that?”

“Silly question! You have a body that any man would lust over and many women would die for. It would be great if you showed it off more.”

“I’ll think about it,” Cassie said, as she gathered up her briefcase and the marking she’d done the previous evening. “Let’s discuss it at the weekend.”

Mike watched her leave. Even in her business-like suit, with minimal makeup and her hair scraped back, Cassie was an attractive woman. Shoulder-length dark hair, long legs, a neat pair of breasts and an attractive face, who could ask for more?

When Cassie returned from work on the Friday evening, Mike was waiting. “So?” he asked.

“I’m prepared to give it a try. What do you have in mind?”

“How about this for starters?” he said, handing her a carrier with the name of an up-market boutique emblazoned on the side. Cassie looked at the dress it contained. It was short, dark blue and silky.

“Is it the right size?” she asked.

“All your stuff is a size ten, so a ten is what I got,” he said. “Try it on and you’ll find out.”

Cassie took the dress into the bathroom to change. She stripped to her bra and knickers, put the dress on and came out to face Mike.

“Can we get rid of this?” he said, reaching behind Cassie and unclipping her bra. The front of the dress hung low, revealing almost the full globe of Cassie’s breasts.

“I can’t be seen in public like this!” she protested. “My boobs are out in the open!”

“I dare you,” Mike said. “I tell you what. The day you go out wearing that dress just as it is, I’ll do the housework for the next week.”

Cassie thought. “Two weeks,”

“Done.”

His agreement was so quick, Cassie wondered what she’d let herself in for. She had grown up in a conservative household and to wear this dress in public was going to be stressful. Exciting, though.

“I think it’s best if I wear it for the first time somewhere else, rather than around here. It won’t do much for my career if my students see me dressed like this,” Cassie told Mike.

They were due to go away for a weekend soon after, to attend the wedding of one of Mike’s friends, so Cassie decided that would be the occasion. To get there, they would be travelling on a late-night train, so she hoped there wouldn’t be a mass of people staring at her.