Cassie
Copyright© 2025 by TheDarkKnight
Chapter 3: Riding Out the Storm
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3: Riding Out the Storm - I come from a family of teachers and educators, so becoming a teacher was what everyone expected of me as I was growing up. However, after I earned my degree and started teaching, I found that being around teens and tweens only fueled my formerly hidden perverse interests. I thought that taking a job as an online tutor might be the answer, then I met my new neighbor, Cassie. Frying pan, meet the fire.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/ft Romantic Heterosexual Fiction First Oral Sex Petting Teacher/Student Slow
Cassie and I managed to make it through the next two nights without me losing total control. It helped that there were no more sneak attacks from my part-time roommate. We went back to our usual evening routine - some TV, after homework of course, and a few chess games.
Cassie developed a new chess strategy. When she was concentrating on her next move, she would sit with one leg raised, her foot on the chair, while leaning forward with her head on her knee. I don’t know if it actually helped with her concentration, but it sure interfered with mine. When the leg of her shorts slid almost all the way down her butt, she made no effort to cover herself. There has always been something about the sight of a girl’s thigh exposed that way that draws my attention. Occasionally, she would move slightly, which gave me a brief glimpse of her white cotton panties. I knew she was aware of the view she was giving me, and didn’t care. I wasn’t sure if it was part of her gamesmanship or part of her effort to make herself irresistible to me.
When Mark came back, I greeted him like a long-lost friend. I’m sure he had no idea what was going on and didn’t realize that my relief at seeing him was because I needed a cooling-off period from his daughter. He even offered to give my car a free tune-up. I didn’t see Cassie much while Mark was home, which was a good thing. If he wasn’t on the road, he didn’t work late, so there was no reason for her to hang with me in the evening. As I said, I needed some time away from her, and I felt like I wasn’t the only one who needed to cool off.
One evening, Cassie showed up at my door. “Care for some chess?” she asked, “My brain needs some diversion.”
Since she was wearing jeans, not shorts, I figured it was safe and invited her in. She was wearing the cowboy hat I had given her, so I asked, “Do you wear that everywhere now?”
“Just around home. School has a ‘no hat’ policy, plus I’m afraid some asshole might grab it and run off. I plan on keeping it for a long time.”
Once we got the board set up and started playing, we started talking. Our games were more of an excuse for conversation than trying to beat each other, at least that’s what I told myself as she racked up more and more victories. She brought me up to date on everything that had happened in her life over the last couple of weeks, and I updated her on mine. That part only took a few seconds. I didn’t exactly have an active social life, which you might have gathered. Then she asked me something that hadn’t come up before. “From what I’ve seen looking over your shoulder, you’re a really good teacher. Why aren’t you teaching in a school with lots of kids? You’d be great in some of the gifted classes I’m taking.”
So there it was. I’d had to answer the same question several times to family members, usually making a joke out of it, but I wanted to give Cassie a more serious answer. “To be honest, I kind of lose my cool with a roomful of kids in front of me, especially ones like you.”
“What does that mean? You don’t like me?”
“No, no, no. It’s just...” I paused. This next part was going to be tricky. “Girls your age, especially the pretty ones, touch something in me that makes it difficult for me to behave appropriately. I’m afraid I might lose control and do something stupid.” That was quite an admission, but it felt good getting it out.
Cassie stared at me, still holding the bishop she was in the process of moving, “You mean, you like girls like me more than somebody your age should?”
“And that’s a bad thing for a teacher. That’s it, my dirty little secret. So, can we get back to the game?”
A few moves later, as she was closing in on victory, she had another question. “So, when I was fooling around with you after my shower that night, it was really hard for you to control yourself?”
“Yes, it was. You are an extremely fascinating and tempting creature, young lady, so let this be a warning. You play with fire, you might just get burned.”
“I think a little pain might be worth it, for a little pleasure,” she said, followed by, “Checkmate.”
Saturday, I was invited to another cookout with Cassie and her dad. This time, there were some new faces. Mark had invited one of his coworkers and his wife, Ron and Helen Shaver, and their 14-year-old daughter, Sally. It turned out that I felt like I knew Sally. She was Cassie’s best friend, and I had heard lots about her. After we ate, the girls headed for the kitchen to clean up. Mark and Ron were busy talking about trucking, so I went to help Cassie and her friend.
I grabbed a towel and started drying dishes. I hoped I wasn’t interrupting some important girl talk, but it turned out I wasn’t. Sally, a short, kind of chubby girl with curly blonde hair, grinned at me and said, “So, you’re Cassie’s babysitter?”
That got an immediate response from her friend. “He’s not...,” Cassie started, then smiled as she realized her buddy was just teasing her. “You’re just jealous because you don’t have a nice older man as a friend.” The ‘older man’ part stung a little, then I remembered that to girls their age, a twenty-five-year-old qualified as older. Hearing her describe me as a friend made up for that.
“Ohhh,” Sally said, “do I detect something other than just friendship here?”
“Nope,” Cassie told her. “I enjoy hanging out with him. It’s better than sitting home alone when Dad’s gone. And, he’s a good chess player.”
Sally turned her attention back to me. “So could you give me some chess lessons? Cassie tried to teach me last summer, but she doesn’t have enough patience. She’s a lousy teacher.”
“Sure,” I told her, “if your parents don’t mind.
Sally’s family lived a short bike ride from us, so she started coming over a couple of evenings a week for what were supposed to be chess lessons. After half an hour or so of that, she and Cassie would retreat to Cassie’s bedroom and close the door. I could hear lots of giggling, but didn’t really want to know what was going on in there. I found out what some of the laughing was about later, but I’m getting ahead of myself.
Mark left for another six-day trip on Monday. When Cassie came over that evening, I sat her down, and we had a serious talk. I told her that it would be dangerous for her to continue teasing and flirting with me, and she agreed. I even bribed her a little by promising to take her riding again if she behaved herself and we had a trouble-free week together.
Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday that week passed like they would have if we had a normal relationship. Cassie came home from school, did some homework, and we cooked together, which was becoming our new hobby. Then it was on to homework for Cassie, some tutoring on my side, a little chess or TV, then off to bed, no more silly attempts at a goodnight kiss. There was just one incident, when Cassie just had to be Cassie. As she was heading to bed Wednesday night, she picked Chester up and carried him with her. Just before she closed the door, she turned to me and said, “I’m gonna play with my pussy before I go to sleep.”
Thursday morning began like a normal day, a quick breakfast with Cassie, then she was off to school. I settled into my morning routine, having my first cup of coffee, feeding Chester, checking emails, and getting ready for my first tutoring sessions. I had the local news on TV turned down low just to see who had been shot or arrested the previous night, and to get a weather forecast. That’s when I heard about the line of severe weather headed our way. To be honest, I had seen the reports for a couple of days, but until that morning, I hadn’t paid much attention. In Central Florida, storms are just a fact of life, like mosquitoes and crazy politicians, and the weather wonks on TV were always eager to jump on any possible disturbance as an excuse to show off their knowledge. But this one seemed like the real deal, especially to someone living in a small trailer.
I went online to get the latest forecasts. Starting after eight that evening and continuing through the rest of the night, the forecast called for 4-6 inches of rain, thunderstorms, hail, and high winds. There was also a slight chance of tornadoes, which probably damped the panties of the local TV weather girls. I went outside to inspect the tie-downs on my trailer, something I hadn’t paid much attention to before. One of my neighbors, a nice older widow named Lucy, was outside too and called to me.
“Are you leaving, Gary?” she asked.
“Don’t think so,” I said, “don’t know where I would go.”
“Well, I’m going to go stay with my sister in Miami,” she told me.
“Isn’t this storm heading down there after it goes through us?”
“Yes,” Lucy said, “but I’m hopin’ it’ll get weak by the time it gets there. Anyway, she and her husband live in a nice, brick house, more secure than these tin cans.” Encouraging words, those.
I made a quick trip to the grocery to stock up on food we could eat if the power went out, which often happened during these kinds of storms. I had been through enough hurricanes and tropical storms to know the drill. That was all I knew to do, so I followed through on the two tutoring sessions I had scheduled that day, then settled in to wait for Cassie to get home.
When she came in, she was talking on her phone, and instead of smiling and giggling as she usually did when she got home, she looked very serious. I didn’t ask what had her so upset, figuring if it were something I could help with, she would let me know.
“That sucks!” she shouted as she dropped her phone on the couch. “My dad’s truck broke down. He’s stuck in Illinois and doesn’t know when he’ll be able to get home. Shit, shit, shit.”
I don’t think I had seen her that pissed off about anything before, so when she went to her room and slammed the door, I just let her be. I decided to go ahead and start fixing dinner, figuring that when my bundle of joy came out, she would be hungry. Nothing fancy, hamburgers and french fries, and once I got it going, the smell of the fries brought her out, looking a little calmer.
“What’s all this I’m hearin’ about a storm? Dad asked me about it, and Sally just called to say she can’t come over this evening because of it.”
“Take a look outside,” I told her.
“Damn,” Cassie said when she came back in, “now I know why Dad was worried about us. Are you worried?”
“I think we’ll be okay,” I told her, which I knew wasn’t exactly encouraging. “Make sure your phone and laptop are charged, in case the power goes out.”