Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 05

"Cassie."

"Tony-Tony."

Cassie stammered, clutching at the drinks in her hands.

"Where's your friend, from that night?"

Cassie was shaking, and Tony didn't seem to be in a friendly way tonight.

"He's around."

Tony sniggered.

"I don't think so, Cass."

Cassie was scared, but she was also sick of being scared now. John was gone, and wasn't here to step in like he did that night. She pushed past Tony, and shouted.

"Fuck off, Tony."

He was surprised, and she was too fast pushing past him to go back to her table for him to grab her or say anything back to her. His friends laughed at him, and he quickly left the bar and went into the night in anger.

Cassie and Stacy were drinking, laughing and even dancing together when the owner put on some DJ tracks.

By 10:47pm, Cassie received another text from John.

'Hey babe, I'm in the hotel room if you want me to call u.'

Cassie smiled, and told Stacy she was going to call John from a quieter part of the bar. She soon found the corridor near the toilets was empty, where a public phone was and she took her phone out and dialled John's phone number putting it to her ear. The phone rang, and quickly John picked up on his own end.

"Hey babe."

Cassie laughed gently holding the phone to her ear.

"Hey babe, how's your day been at the conference?"

He laughed, and she heard what sounded like a television in the background.

"Bollocks, utter crap. Most of the conference was basically talking about changes coming, no date on when they'll come but it won't effect us. It'll actually not effect the American branch, but it will effect back home in the UK, and Europe."

Cassie smiled listening.

"So you'll be OK then, babe?"

"Yeah things will be alright with our branch, I'll be staying in the town and so nothing will really change for me.

Cassie smiled, leaning against the wall of the corridor.

"So you found anyone for Denise yet, from your work?"

John laughed.

"Actually I have, babe."

"Really, who?"

John was moving around on his bed, probably to get comfortable.

"Well two lads, one called Tommy, and another called Leslie. They're both single, and well once I showed them what Denise looked like both of them seemed still interested. So I'll give you their numbers, to give Denise and she can call them up and choose for herself from there."

Cassie was happy, happy to give Denise something. She quickly took down the numbers, and put them into a text to send to Denise later.

"Well she'll love that, two guys after her."

They continued to talk, about the day and how things were going for Cassie. She didn't bother telling him about Tony, he wasn't important enough to waste in a call to John. She talked about maybe looking for a day job, and John was happy at the idea.

"I miss you babe."

John laughed, but it was a warm one that showed he liked what she had said.

"I miss you too, Cass."

"I can't wait to get back next week, and be back with you."

Cassie giggled, clutching the phone to her ear.

"Me neither, it'll be better after this little break. It'll be much better when you get back, more passion and more hotter between us when reunite."

John agreed, telling her absence makes the heart grow fonder. Cassie agreed. The had spoken for about thirty minutes, and John told her to go back and enjoy her night out with Stacy and that they'd talk tomorrow.

"I love you, John."

"I love you, Cassie."

The call ended, and Cassie took a moment to feel her body was hot as she had spoken to John. She couldn't wait until next week when he came home.

She put her phone away, and returned to Stacy at the table. Stacy was ecstatic, asking questions but eventually they went back to dancing and by midnight the bar was closing, and last orders for drinks was called out.

Stacy and Cassie decided better than to stay, and drink anymore and left the bar as it closed.

The walk to the town square was quiet, no one was walking the streets; it was a ghost town at around midnight and onwards. Eventually Cassie had walked Stacy home, and after saying goodbye made her way home. It wasn't far and soon enough she was home safe, locking the door behind her as she went inside into her bedroom.

Her phone rang, and she answered it without looking at the phone number.

"Hello."

"Hello, Cassie."

She knew the voice, it was Marcus calling her.

"What do you want, you're supposed to leave me alone Marcus."

"I see John isn't around, must have gone somewhere. He isn't around to protect you now, Cass."

She laughed down the phone, maybe it was the alcohol or just having some courage of her own.

"I don't need John, I choose to want him. I don't need him to protect me, Marcus. Come near me ever again, I'll shoot you fucking dead. Hole after hole after hole, and I won't let you live you fucker."

Even on the other end of the line, Marcus was shaken up hearing Cassie speak like this. She wasn't afraid of him, it sounded like she wanted a reason to shoot him dead and him threatening her like this was what was goading her on.

"I'll fucking kill you, Marcus. And no court in the land will convict me if you break into my home. Now fuck off, you waste of space."

She ended the call, with a jab of her finger on the end call button.

Breathing hard, she was surprised how strong she could be without anyone protecting her. She quickly checked that the gun was still in her cupboard, and took it out checking that it was loaded before putting it under her pillow. It made her feel safe, knowing it was nearby to use.

She felt better knowing it was below her head, as she lay down in bed and fell asleep feeling more stronger, more independent than ever in her entire life.

She fell asleep soon after, feeling the safety nestled under her head.

A Week Later, 6:30pm

Still four more days to go until John was to return from his conference trip, and Cassie was climbing the walls. She missed him dearly, and all she wanted was his warm embrace and for him to take her over and over again, to make up for their lost time together.

She wanted his kisses, trailing down her body from curve to curve. From buttock to breast, his absence was making her heart grow more than just fonder for him, she was yearning for his love.

Stacy noticed this, and tried her best to get Cassie out of the house; they went drinking, shopping and she tried her best to take her friend's mind off of her lover. Every time she spoke to him on the phone, she would have her hand down inside her underwear furiously fingering her pussy, and cumming to his voice. He knew she was doing this, since she would let out a scream after a period of heavy panting and breathing.

"Come on Cass, you're driving yourself up the wall here."

Stacy said laughing as she sat with Cassie in her kitchen, drinking Coffee together.

She knew what she was talking about, Cassie was going through more dirty panties and underwear than any other time in her life. Stacy knew this from the amount of laundry she saw Cassie doing, and pieced it together; she was yearning for John.

"Stacy, I'm fine."

Stacy laughed.

"You fucking are not, you're like a junkie who's gone cold turkey; but your drug is John, not drugs."

Cassie smiled.

She was wearing a pair of black leggings, that were so tight on her that if she was out in public in them her big ass would bounce, and be on show to everyone. So tight even, they were riding up between her cheeks and up her crack. To top that she wore a loose black blouse, no shoes of course since she was indoors.

"God, why does he have this effect on me, Stacy?"

Stacy laughed sipping her own Coffee, wearing a pair of tight-fitting jeans and a blue t-shirt.

"Well just count yourself lucky, you didn't bore of him when he left. The way you're reacting to him being gone for so long, means he means more to you than just a fling or a short-term relationship. You want him, and it's killing you not to be able to kiss him and stuff. Did you have that kind of yearning with Marcus?"

Cassie swung her head gently.

"No, not at all. I've never experienced this sort of... longing for any man before. It's driving me nuts, hearing his accent, knowing he's in that hotel room with his--"

Cassie laughed, and corrected herself from actually saying his nice cock.

"I get it, Cass."

Stacy laughed, holding her cup of Coffee.

"Relax, it's just another four days. He's going to call you soon tonight, you'll get to hear his accent and everything. Just think, this long apart imagine how your reunion together, your first night together will be like. The passion will be explosive, God you'll be jumping his fucking bone before you know it."

They both laughed.

"I can't believe, I'd find a man I want this much since divorcing Marcus. I never thought of him, as often as I do thinking of John."

Stacy laughed.

"Actually there's something that's been on my mind, lately."

Stacy finished her Coffee, and put it down. "What is it?" Stacy asked.

Cassie looked at her thoughtfully.

"Well before John met my parents, and sisters Marcus hadn't contacted me in a few days. I noticed John was surprisingly calmer, you know like he knew something I didn't."

Stacy nodded,

"Go on."

"Well, I think John must have spoken to Marcus and maybe something he said made him rethink harassing me or him. True, he did contact me about a week ago, but something about that time gap between John meeting my folks, and last week. It just doesn't feel right, maybe Marcus decided to back off because John spoke to him.

"Or did something to Marcus."

Cassie looked up at Stacy, thinking it was a possibility.

"I mean come on, Cass. John's a tough guy, he probably even makes Marcus quake in his fucking shoes. I mean have you ever known Marcus, to let anyone scare him into stopping something he is doing? No, not from what I've seen of him. I see John, he's got a past and he's harder than most guys. Regardless, if he did something to scare Marcus off then good on him. Someone finally made that ass hole, see that even he's not the scariest man out there."

Cassie agreed.

Stacy smiled.

"Anyway, four more days to go until he get comes back. What do you have planned?"

Cassie grinned.

"God I'm not sure, I mean should I plan anything? Should I not just jump on him when I get him back here?"

Stacy laughed, and stood.

"Come on, think of something that will wow his fucking socks off Cass. Two weeks apart, that requires some heinous, kinky fun."

Cassie was thinking about it, what could she do to really show that the past two weeks without him were hell for her sexually, and emotionally. Something to show off her yearning for him, and his body. Maybe a sexy outfit, or role-play with a kinky side to it.

"Well come on, you must a few of his fantasies. His dark desires, what could really make him lust for you when he comes back?"

Cassie thought about it, John did like the whole idea of either a nurse, school-girl, or even a sexy school teacher. She thought about it, she could dress like a school teacher, very demure but hiding much more beneath her skirt and shirt.

"Well he has one fantasy, one I wouldn't actually minding giving to him."

Stacy tasted secrets, and smiled.

"Go on, what does he like."

"Well he's a rowdy student, and I am his sexy teacher. He gets me alone one afternoon, all alone in my classroom. For some reason, I chose to wear my tight-fitting pencil skirt, and shirt that can barely hold in my chest. Of course what he doesn't know is I am wearing some very sensual, sexy lingerie beneath those layers. He can't control himself, not when I bend over and he sees how big my ass is. He throws me down onto a table, and tears my clothes off and fucks me raw."

Stacy burst out laughing, putting her hands to her face in shock.

"Jesus, he is one sordid, kinky man. And he told you that was one of his dirtiest fantasies?"

Cassie grinned, biting down on her bottom lip gently.

"Pretty much, and it actually appeals to me as well."

"Hmm alright, it's not that hard to complete the sensual, seductive teacher look. Do you have a pencil skirt, and really tight-fitting shirt?"

Cassie nodded.

"Yeah, and by now I'll be lucky to fit into the skirt. The shirt, last time I wore it the buttons were close to popping."

Stacy grinned, and looked at Cassie as if analysing her body.

"Well if that's what he wants in this fantasy, we'll give him it. Now we just need the right lingerie. I think he'd like you in stockings, maybe fishnet type. You've got fishnets, and stuff right?"

Cassie was laughing so hard.

"God, I've bought so many sexy sets and pieces of lingerie over the course of my marriage for Marcus. I've not worn most of it, because he never seemed interested. If John wants me to wear it for him, I'll gladly do it. I bought a red, Crimson set. I still have it, unopened still in the wrapper. It's red Crimson in colour, and it's the thong, suspenders and fishnets stockings attached to them. The thong is transparent, and really tight. God I'll wear that under my skirt, with my leather ankle boots."

Stacy was smiling.

"And you told me once, many times that you were ugly and far from sexy when you were with Marcus. I think you just disproved yourself, you know you are sexy for John. Now get those things together, and before he comes home you dress up in the outfit. Put your hair into a bun, look very demure and wear some spectacles. Make him think he's walked into your classroom, the moment he walks into this house, Cass. You make him sit down, you tell him to listen to you as you recite some thing from your school days. Then you do exactly what you want to do, if you want to bend over in front of him and tease him go ahead and do it. You are a beautiful, vibrant, sexual woman."

Stacy took Cassie's hands and held them, as Cassie believed what he friend had said.

"You're right."

"I know I'm right, Cass."

The two laughed, and poured themselves another cup of Coffee again.

The Day John Returns Home, 4:45pm

John's flight from Boston came into Chicago at approximately 2:30pm, and once he was out of the airport he text Cassie to let her know he was now going to drive to the town and that he would probably be home at the latest, by 5pm.

He was surprised by Cassie's reply text which read:

'Come straight to my place, don't ask questions. You've missed school for too long, babe."

John was surprised at the end of the text, but put it down to the pair of them not seeing one another for two weeks. Jumping into his car which he had put into long-stay parking at Chicago airport, he drove home.

It was a long two weeks, and he missed Cassie as much as she missed him. He was tired, but he had also gone two weeks with almost no masturbation in order to save himself for Cassie once he came home.

By 4:40pm he was pulling into their street, and he parked up the car outside his house in his driveway before crossing over to Cassie's house.

At the front door, still with his laptop bag and briefcase in hand, he found the spare key Cassie had given him and unlocked the door.

"Cass, babe. I'm back."

No reply, so John walked in putting down his luggage near the door and made his way into the lounge. Cassie was there, but she was standing in front of the sofa with a book in hand and she was wearing an outfit that puzzled John.

Now to be called a stereotypical, demure outfit would have been a bad comparison. Her outfit spoke more of an outfit you'd see on a secretary, or a teacher in certain dirty films. Cassie stood with her back to John, wearing the tightest-fitted pencil skirt John had ever seen.

It looked like she had squeezed into it, but in a good way as it showed her womanly curves and literally hugged her ass in and pressed it together into what would be called a bubble butt.

Then came the skirt clinging to her womanly, thick thighs and legs. The skirt stopped a few inches above her ankles, and showed she was wearing what looked to be red fishnets.

The rest of of her outfit spoke volumes, being that she was dressed like a very sexy teacher. With the ankle boots wound tight around her feet, up past her skirt to the shirt that looked a size too small for her, and showed how tight it was around her chest-region. With her back to him however, he couldn't see how tight it really was on her. Further up he saw she had put her hair into a bun, like a demure woman would do. From where she stood, John thought he saw she was reading from a book in her hands.

"Cassie?"

"Ah John, you're late for class. You've been truanting from my class for almost two weeks now."

Slowly she turned, and John saw how beautiful she really was. The shirt she wore looked close to bursting point, the buttons looked literally like they were about to pop out trying to contain her chest. Cassie also wore a pair of simple, black spectacles that gave her a smart, academic appearance. She looked down her nose at John, passed the spectacles.

"Sit, you've wasted enough of my time these two weeks. Sit down, and we'll begin our lesson, John."

John sensing a game at play here, did as she told him and sat down on the sofa. He saw her turn her back to him again, and in her bun saw she had a few thick strands of curled hair hanging loose down her back.

"You've been absent for very important classes, these past two weeks John. Don't you care about your education? Am I a bad teacher, and you aren't learning from me?"

Cassie asked, still with her back to him looking at the book.

She turned and threw down a notepad, at John's feet. It landed on the ground with a thud, but the page was visible to John and Cassie and written a note for him to read.

'Enjoy this, do not say anything to break out of character. Play along as an unruly student, and I am your teacher. Play along for a bit, then take me. As rough as you like but do not break out of character. This is for you, I love you John. Two weeks away from you, have been hell for me. Enjoy, Cass.'

John was mesmerised, and looked up from the note to see Cassie standing there with book in hand looking down her nose at him.

"John, pay attention. You must be out, gallivanting with the girls in this school. God knows, they all like you. I would have thought you'd have more sense, in not throwing away your life and education for little girls you'll never see again after school."

John looked once more, down at the note and got into character spreading his legs wide in his trousers, showing a bulge to Cassie. He also put his arms out sideways, and rested them on the back of the sofa.

"Well maybe if you made your classes more interesting, I wouldn't be so bored. Ms Bennet."

Cassie knew John understood her note, and stayed in character.

"And how would I make my classes any more interesting, to peak your interest in learning, John?"

John grinned, but said nothing. Cassie responded.

"As I expected, you want to blame me for my classes being boring but you don't even try to learn."

John noticed another book on the floor at Cassie's feet.

"Ms Bennet, can't you read from another book. That one you have in your hand is so boring, try the one at your feet."

Cassie knew what John was doing, he was asking her to bend over under the pretence of picking up the book.

"Very well, if you think that'll help. Let me get the book."

Cassie seductively made sure her back was to John, and spread her legs as wide as her skirt would allow before leaning down at her waist to retrieve the book. John was awarded the sight of her bubble butt pushed out at him, encased in her skirt. Cassie even wiggled it, as she picked up the book very slowly.

"You've got nice, big ass. Ms Bennet, you know that. So big, and tight I could fuck it all day long and not get bored."