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Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 01

By: scotjock1



Cassie Reynolds was married, it should have been a happy marriage to Marcus; they'd been married now for more than five years. But in the first two years of their marriage, Marcus had strayed and cheated on Cassie with another woman. When she confronted him about it, she saw in his eyes he wasn't afraid to hit her since he was angry at being found out. He swore he'd never do it again, and Cassie had forgiven him in thinking she hadn't been a good enough wife to him and had caused it to happen herself.

But everyone, even her best friend Stacy knew that she had done everything for Marcus and had been a good wife to him; even suffering a miscarriage trying to give him a child. As she struggled through the depression following the miscarriage, Marcus used the reason of her not wanting to have sex as his defence in cheating on her. 

Three years on since his affair, and Cassie was not a happy wife or woman. She tried to hold onto the values, the idea of marriage for Marcus; but he never showed her even the simple signs of love for her. In the three years since the affair, Cassie was the one yearning for a man's touch, for her husband's and yet Marcus was the one who seemed too busy for that loving devotion. He'd fuck her sometimes to get her off his back, but he wasn't doing it out of love or lust for his beautiful wife.

She was beautiful. 

Cassie Reynolds was stunning with her dark, brown, ebony skin that shone in the right light and had long, flowing brown hair that stopped just passed her shoulders. She was told she had piercing, luring hazel eyes; even Marcus when they were dating had commented on them. She was a curvaceous woman, not fat, but womanly. With large, big breasts, thick hips and thighs she was the pinnacle of what a woman should be. 

She had put on some weight since marrying Marcus, it was expected since she was pregnant during their first year of marriage, and hadn't lost all of it after the miscarriage. Cassie tried to eat well, and do her Yoga and Jogging but the pregnancy tummy was still there, but not fat. She just looked womanly, and a very curvy woman. She still got many comments, and stares from men in public so she knew she was still attractive with a large, but firm and tight bottom and her big rack, so she wondered why Marcus never showed any true 'lust' and 'want' for her anymore.

Did he find her ugly? Was that it? She pondered.

Now five years into her marriage, she stood over the kitchen sink cleaning the plates and cutlery she and Marcus had used for their breakfast, and as he prepared to go to work at the Car factory where he was a staff manager, he simply gave her a peck on the cheek as he ran out of the door; it felt empty, and hollow of a kiss to her.

At almost thirty years of age, Cassie thought she should have been happier with her life, content with her marriage and Marcus. 

Now alone wearing a nice summer dress with blue and white flower designs on it, that stopped above her knees and showed her beautiful legs off, and had a deep V plunge at it's front showing her large, big dark breasts she thought Marcus would have noticed before going to work.

But he barely noticed she had put any effort into her appearance that morning for his benefit, and she touched her dark brown hair and felt the curls she had put into it with her curling iron that morning trying to look more sexual for him, again he noticed nothing.

She looked at her reflection in the sliding doors of the patio, that were made of glass and saw her curvaceous, womanly figure and broke down into tears.

"I am so fat, he doesn't love me anymore. Why won't he tell me how he feels?" 

There was no point in asking herself those questions, because she didn't know the answer. Alone in that kitchen, she cried as she ran to the bedroom to change into a pair of baggy bottoms and a zip-up hooded top, also very loose to hide her figure from herself and the neighbours.

By about 11am, she was staring out of the window of her lounge into the street she and her husband lived on, clutching a cup of Coffee she saw a moving truck pull up in the drive-way of the house across the street. Cassie was on the local neighbourhood PTA group, and even the Neighbourhood Watch and remembered about two weeks ago at the last meeting she was told a foreign man had bought the McHaven house across the street from her house. The McHaven's had moved out about two weeks ago, and the house was empty but locked up awaiting the new neighbour to move in.

Now it made sense, two weeks had passed and the new neighbour was moving in. The truck parked up in the drive-way, and Cassie had expected a family to jump out with kids, and their parents but instead saw one lone man step out of the truck followed by no one else. 

He was white, sporting a simple black t-shirt, and torn, faded jeans. He had short black hair, and wore a thick beard across his jaw. He was built, like a gym user or maybe he played sports. He was Marcus's height, and build but with very pale skin. He opened the back of the truck with a twist of a key, and pushed up the shutters. Inside Cassie could see the man's belongings. He looked to be early thirties, or maybe exactly thirty in age to Cassie. 

He was handsome, with his chiselled features, and piercing blue eyes. She couldn't help but stare at him, watching him over the cup of Coffee she held in her hands. He began to turn and pull out what looked to be a lounge chair, and as he did his black t-shirt rode up, showing her his firm, chiselled chest muscles, and what looked to be a tattoo of some king going up from his belly button. 

She felt the butterflies in her tummy, the same she had felt when she first met Marcus. Soon enough, the mental images of this man tearing Cassie's baggy, jogging bottoms down over her big butt, and pressing his thick, hard tool up against her burned into her mind. She didn't push them out of her mind, not even as she began to drip with wetness thinking about it, before long she shook herself awake out of the day-dream and told herself it was not right to think of that. She was married, a married woman. 

Regardless she watched him, taking in pieces of furniture, his television and other things; and she notice almost all of them were brand-new. Some were still wrapped in delivery tape, and it was clear he had bought all new furnishings for the house. 

Eventually as the truck emptied, she saw less of the man and turned to go back into the lounge to watch television. About two hours had passed, when the doorbell rang and Cassie woke from a short nap on the couch, and went to answer the door.

She assumed it was a delivery man, coming with something she had ordered off the internet; she knew she had a few orders still outstanding to be delivered. 

"That better be a delivery, I'm waiting for. Paid enough for quick postage." 

Regardless, she breathed hard as she opened the door and faced none other than the young, white man who had moved in across the road. The butterflies returned to her tummy, as she stared at the man who was smiling behind his thick, healthy beard.

"Hi-hi-hi, you must be the new neighbour." Cassie said stammering her first words.

He just smiled, igorning her shyness and obvious stammering.

"Hello, I'm John. I'm your new neighbour, I moved into the old McHaven house." He said, and his accent was beautiful; like music to Cassie's ears.

She had heard the accent before from actors like Gerard Butler, James McAvoy, and such knew it was Scottish in origin.

"I was aware we had a new neighbour moving in." 

Cassie smiled, beaming even as she stared at this handsome, man in front of her.

"Well, I just wanted to meet my new neighbours and I hope to be a good one in the near future for you. Any problems, if there's too much noise from my place let me know and I'll do my best to turn it down. If you have any errands you need done even, let me know and I'll help out as best as I can." 

His voice, his accent, his own mannerisms made Cassie shake and the butterflies in her stomach worsen.

"Well that's kind of you, John. I'm Cassie by the way." She said smiling, extending her hand as he took it and shook it firmly.

He smiled back, and an awkward silence came as Cassie noticed that John was trying his best to not stare at her, or check her out which he really seemed to want to do.

"Well, I better go. Anything you need done, or want to talk about just pop over and knock on my door." He said smiling, and quickly left leaving Cassie standing there with the door still open.

She was taking the chance to allow the butterflies to go away, as she watched John walk away across the street to notice him staring back at her quickly; a glance at her. 

The butterflies took longer to go away, after that glance. She closed the door behind her, and pressed her palm against her mound through her bottoms and felt moistness and heat; she was just glad it hadn't leaked through the material and John had noticed. 

She ran to the bathroom to clean herself up, with a clean wash cloth she washed away her juices that had penetrated her simple, black silk panties. For the rest of the day, it didn't matter how hard she tried but she couldn't stop thinking about John; plus it didn't help to see him still moving things around inside his house through the clear windows.

"God what are you doing, Cassie. You stupid woman, you're married and you're happy."

But then she said something, that was totally unexpected; she voiced dissent.

"Aren't you?"

She swung her head to clear her mind of this third-person narration of her predicament.

Was it so wrong to yearn to be wanted again, to be loved by someone even in a dream? Marcus showed no interest anymore in her beauty, in making love or just having passionate sex anymore. Either way, she pushed the thoughts aside and went into the kitchen to prepare dinner for her and Marcus that night.

It was almost six o'clock in the evening, and the strew Cassie had cooked was bubbling away waiting to be served, as she waited on her husband. The phone rang suddenly, and she went to answer it. 

Still wearing her sweats, she picked up the phone.

"Hello?"

"Hey, honey it's me."

She recognised her husband's voice anywhere.

"Hey, where are you baby I have dinner waiting for you."

There was a slight pause, as Marcus said nothing at first then he spoke.

"Yeah I'm not going to be home tonight babe, I'm working late again tonight so I am going to crash at Tony's place after we finish up some paperwork. But I'll be home before I head to work, and we'll have breakfast together."

Cassie smiled, at the idea. Maybe Marcus was back to how he was with her in the beginning, then she heard the voice in the background. 

"Come on, we're going to be late babe." 

It was a woman's voice, and it broke her heart as she felt as if a knife had been shoved through her chest. 

"Who's that?" 

Marcus was worried, and began to stammer his answer.

"No-no-no one babe, just one of the secretaries. Anyway see you tomorrow, babe."

And that was it, the connection ended and all she heard was the ringing of a dead call.

He was cheating on her again, she knew it. That feeling she had felt three years ago, when she had found out about the other girl he had cheated with her on had returned. The gut-wrenching feeling, as if someone had yanked her heart out and crushed it in their hands.

"Marcus, why do this to me?"

And the tears followed, as she began to cry looking at the bubbling stove where the stew sat cooked and ready.

She fled into her bedroom, and began to cry and wail as she struggled to muffle them with her pillows. She wanted no-one to know she was in pain, and see her tears.

Hours passed, when the phone rang again; in thinking it was Marcus she answered it ready to scream down the phone at him; and curse him. But it was not Marcus, but her best friend Stacy.

"Honey, what's going on? Why are you crying?" Stacy asked as she heard Cassie's sobbing, when she picked up.

She somehow found her voice, cradling the phone as she tried to hide herself under her sheets and pillows.

"Marcus is cheating on me again." 

Stacy sighed, and was silent for a moment.

"What is it?" Cassie asked.

"Honey, there's a reason I called. It was to let you know what I saw Marcus doing, about an hour ago in the bar I'm working at."

"What?" Cassie said, her voice quaking and squeaking as she spoke.

"Honey, Marcus was at the bar with some blonde bimbo and he was kissing her, and well you know the rest." 

"No, the son-of-a-bitch did it again." Cassie said wailing in anger, and pain.

Cassie buried her face in her pillows, struggling to contain her tears.

"Cassie, just relax I'm coming over. We'll talk about things."

Cassie relied so much on Stacy, her best friend.

"Alright." Was the only whisper Cassie muttered, before ending the call and wailing hard, fresh tears rolling down her cheeks into the pillows.

About thirty minutes passed, and Cassie never left her bed until she heard the doorbell ring. She slipped out of her bed, and opened the door to her best friend Stacy who had with her a tub of ice-cream, a bottle of wine. Stacy was an ebony beauty herself, with short black hair that stopped at her earlobes. She loved to go to the Gym, and work out so she had a slender build and body. She worked at one of the town's local bars as a barmaid, and so she usually got hit on by men. She smiled warmly at her friend, who she had known all her life almost. Stacy wore a pair of tight, black leather pants and a matching coat over a navy, blue top underneath. 

Cassie let her in, and closed the door behind her. They both went into the kitchen, and Stacy opened the bottle of wine grabbing two glasses from the shelf.

"He did it to me again, why did he cheat on me? I was giving myself to him, every day since he had the last affair and he never seemed to want me."

Stacy poured them each a glass of the red wine, as they sat at the table-top counter that was used to eat food on. Stacy watched her best friend in pain, and took her hand in hers and looked into her eyes. 

"Hey, you did nothing wrong babe. If Marcus can't see what's in front of him, a loving, beautiful wife then he can go and screw himself. Divorce his ass, and move on. There are tons of men out there, who see how perfect you and would worship you as a girlfriend, and more." 

Cassie didn't believe her friend, to her she was not perfect; no man would want her. 

"Get the divorce papers, get rid of him and move on with your life. You're still young Cassie, and you will meet another man, a better man."

Cassie drank the glass of wine Stacy had poured her, and looked at her friend.

"No man could want me, I'm fat and ugly. Marcus knew that, it's why he grew bored of me."

Stacy sighed, drinking her own wine.

"Don't talk like that, Marcus thinks he's God's gift to women, always has done. He will one day see how stupid he was to lose you, to another silly girl."

They sat quietly, drinking their wine when they both heard the door bell ring. Cassie thought maybe Marcus had figured out he had been caught out, and had come home to apologise; but then she remembered he had his keys.

Cassie stood from the counter, and with her glass of wine no longer caring she drank it as she went to answer the door. No longer caring either how she looked, she was still in her sweats and the hooded top was unzipped, showing her big, large chest and to anyone looking she was not wearing a bra. She no longer cared what the neighbours thought of her, and if it was Mrs Barris from next door who she had some animosity with then Cassie wouldn't hold her mouth any more. She'd tell the nosey, annoying bitch what she thought of her. 

"What is it?" She asked loudly, abruptly as she opened the door to her caller.

It was John again, smiling as he stood there holding a bottle of wine, it was a gift or at least looked wrapped up as one with a red bow on it, and a small box of chocolates, and such. 

The butterflies returned, and they came back in their droves. Cassie felt her heart beat so fast it felt as if it was going to tear from her chest, and she felt a warm feeling between her legs looking at John. He was wearing the same clothes as before, but smelled of fresh after-shave.

"I'm sorry to bother you Cassie, I do not know if you were aware but during the day since I arrived I used a lot of DIY tools to do some cherry remodelling to the house. I hope I didn't inconvenience you or anything with the noise."

Cassie thought back to the hours following John first coming to her door, and remembered loud sounds of DIY tools and such being used. It wasn't too loud, but she could hear it from her own house.

"No-no, I swear I didn't hear anything." Cassie said smiling.

John just smiled, even his smile made her feel slightly dizzy.

"Well I thought if I had caused you any trouble, the least I could do was give you something to apologise." 

Cassie was staring into his eyes, holding the glass of wine. He slowly handed her the bottle of wine, and since both her hands were now full he spoke breaking her from her trance.

"I could bring in the box for you, and put it in your kitchen if you'd like?"

Cassie beamed smiling.

"Of course, how stupid of me. Come in, come on through." She said turning and walking ahead of John into the kitchen as he followed her shutting the door behind him.

Cassie was unaware she did have a man interested in her, John couldn't help but watch her hips sway, and her beautiful, curvaceous body in front of him.

Even his good intentions, couldn't stop his cock rising to attention as he stared at pure beauty before him. Finally inside the kitchen he looked up, and saw Stacy drinking her wine when she suddenly stopped, and smiled looking at him.

"This is my friend, Stacy. Stacy this is my new neighbour John." 

Stacy was overwhelmed, even she had to admit he was handsome but he seemed to have eyes for someone else in the room; and Stacy saw that it was Cassie. She had noticed the moment he walked in, a lingering moment where he was still staring at her backside and legs before looking up when he entered the kitchen. Cassie stifled a smile, as she introduced herself and John shook her hand over the counter-top.

"Nice to meet you, Stacy." He said smiling, but he took a chance to quickly glance at Cassie.

He quietly put the box down on the table-top, and looked at Cassie.

"Well I'd better go, I do not want to interrupt anything." 

He was so well mannered, even Stacy liked him. Cassie thanked him for the gift, and escorted him back to the front door where they stood in a silence.

"Well thank you for the gift, but I promise you that you caused me no trouble today."

John smiled, and nodded.

"Well, I hope you enjoy the gift. I'll see you around, Cassie." 

He said her name last, in such a way that Cassie had to admit sounded as if he wanted to say more to her, but he didn't. He excused himself and left, as Cassie closed the door behind him.

She returned to the kitchen and saw Stacy inspecting the bottle of wine, that John had brought over.

"That guy is in love with you." Stacy said giggling.

Cassie was dumbstruck, her mouth open in surprise.

"What? No way, Cassie! He only just moved in today." 

Stacy was smiling.

"Listen kiddo, I saw that man literally checking you out when he was following you in here. Then he took a quick glance at you, when he was talking to me. He has eyes for you, Cass." Stacy said grinning like a Cheshire cat.

"Come on, don't be ridiculous Stacy." 

Stacy laughed so hard, she looked close to breaking down in hysterics.

"Cassie, he is beautiful and did you hear that accent. He's got to be Scottish, right? Like James McAvoy."



Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 01



Cassie laughed herself, the idea of all of this was too funny to be real.

"He's a new neighbour, Stacy. He's probably got a wife, and kids coming over to join him soon enough." 

Stacy winked, and poured them both a glass each of wine.

"He had no wedding band on his hand, I noticed that much. Plus he seemed to have a nice package for you, from what I saw but then again the jeans were hiding a lot." 

Cassie burst out laughing, leaning on the counter-top.

"Stacy, this is so ridiculous. I'm married."

"Yeah, and he's enjoying himself tonight; isn't he?"

The smiles, and laughter stopped as Cassie came to terms with the situation. She was married, she was rebuffing advances by a man who she thought as beautiful, rugged and manly; for a man who was away with some dumb, blonde bimbo enjoying his own self.

"He is, isn't he. And here I am alone, waiting on him like a fucking stupid idiot."

Stacy poured herself another glass of wine, since she finished the last one and with the bottle emptied she opened the one John had brought over.

"You say no man would ever be interested in you, well that guy was, and he seems single to me. Get your divorce papers through, get rid of Marcus and finally enjoy yourself after five painful fucking years with him." Stacy said toasting her glass to Cassie, who slowly did the same clinking the glasses together.

The rest of the night was a blur, but whilst drunk with Stacy's help they scoured the internet to find a local divorce lawyer, and got his contact number and details. By morning, she woke to see Marcus smiling away as he was getting dressed for work.

"Any breakfast for me, babe?" He asked cockily, as he put his tie on, and dressed in his smart clothes.

Slowly she sat up in the bed, still dressed in her sweats with rage and anger on her face that Marcus couldn't see with his back to her. She rose like an angry Goddess from a lake, her piercing eyes dead-set on him. 

"You evil, twisted fuck." 

Marcus turned in surprise, and narrowly missed being hit in the face with the nearby lamp that was on the bed-side table. It smashed into pieces striking the wall in front of him, narrowly missing the mirror there.

"What the fuck are you doing!" He shouted, his voice like the night she confronted him about the first affair. 

Cassie was scared, frightened but something made her stand up and run past him into the kitchen where she grabbed a kitchen knife. Marcus was quickly behind her following.

"What the fuck is wrong?" He demanded.

Cassie turned, the knife poised at him and screamed.

"You cheating son-of-a-bitch! I know about the blonde bimbo you've been seeing, Stacy saw you both at her bar. I even heard the whore's voice in the background when you called the house!"

Marcus's defiant demeanour died away, his face losing all colour as he realised the game was up. 

"Look she means nothing to me, it was just a few times that's all."

Cassie wasn't smiling, but she was grinning as if she was in control; and she was this time. No longer fearing a beating for confronting him like the last affair, in her hand she had something to defend herself with.

"This is the second affair, since we married. There's no fucking excuses anymore; be it only a few fucking times, or if this was the first time. You cheated one again, after all of the attempts I made to reconcile this marriage. I bought lingerie, sexy outfits for you and you didn't even lift a finger to me. It was as if I was forcing you to sleep with me, and that's not what a marriage is! I did so fucking much for you, and you do it to me again!" 

The tears flowed freely now down her dark cheeks, they were tears of anger and sadness as the realisation that she had married a man who didn't truly love her came to her mind. 

"Baby, please. We can work on it, I won't ever do it again baby." Marcus said pleading, slowly walking towards her.

Cassie turned the knife towards him.

"Stay back, I saw it that first time when I found out about the first affair. That hatred, you would have hit me if I hadn't backed down, well now I have something to stop you if you do attack me this time. I want a divorce, I have the number of the divorce lawyer, and I am going to get the papers. You will take your things, pack them away and you will leave. Go be with the blonde bimbo bitch, but you're not staying here anymore with me in the same house. If you fight me on this, I'll push for as much as I can get in the divorce. I don't want anything else, but this house. If you want to take away your pension, the savings I know you have from the job then you will leave now. Take a bag, and fucking go!"

Marcus had no option, a knife in her hand meant a slap or a beating wouldn't change her mind; he decided to leave. He went into the bedroom, and began to pack clothes into a suitcase. Cassie could hear him, but chose to stay in the kitchen where she knew she could run out of the house if she had to. 

About five minutes passed, and Marcus came out of the bedroom carrying two small suitcases. 

"I have more things, I'm taking with me." He said growling at her.

"Fine, you can come back and get them but I'll have the Police here to make sure you do nothing else. I don't fucking trust you, Marcus." 

He said nothing, with a grunt he walked out and slammed the front door behind him. After a few moments, she calmed down putting the knife away and picked up the phone, and dialled the number of the divorce lawyer she had found on the internet last night.

There was a brief discussion, on the phone with Mr Schwartz but eventually he settled on her situation. He told her that if Marcus did come home for the rest of this things, to call the Police immediately and tell them a Domestic situation was going on, preceded by a Divorce and one of the spouses needed to pack away some of his things under watch by the Police. 

He told her the papers would be drafted, and written up by the end of the week and she could push for him to sign it. If it went to Court, because Marcus disputed the divorce then the Law Firm would take payment from Marcus for costs, but Cassie had some money saved up that more than covered the costs of the the divorce papers being written up, and their services in serving Marcus the papers to sign.

Cassie putting the phone down, finally relaxed on the sofa in the lounge and took the chance to relax her mind after such a hectic morning.

It was a Tuesday, that meant by Friday she would have the papers to serve Marcus with. Until then she would pack his things away for him, and leave it all in bags at the door for him to pick-up when he next came around; under Police supervision of course. 

An hour passed, by that time most of his belongings were packed away into three more suitcases. There was nothing left of his in the bedroom, and anything else that he owned was in the lounge including the television and such, Cassie had enough money to buy a new one if he chose to be evil and take it with him.

Her lawyer, Mr Schwartz had also asked her to write down any incidents involving infidelity including the first time, and all of the apparent evidence of infidelity this time as well. He also asked her if there was any domestic violence between her and Marcus, but she said no but that there were times she feared there could be. He told her to write about those incidents in detail as well.

The door bell rang, and she went to answer it. Maybe it was the Police, coming to find out what happened after a neighbour reporting the shouting from inside, or maybe it was Marcus coming back to grovel again.

She opened the door, still dressed in her sweats from yesterday to see it was John, of all people. He was wearing a clean navy, blue t-shirt this time and another pair of jeans.

"John."

He nodded.

"I heard shouting about an hour ago, and saw your husband leaving. Are you alright?" He asked me.

She smiled, forcing a smile considering the circumstances.

"It's fine, we had an argument. He's left with a few things, and we're breaking up I guess you can say. He didn't threaten me or anything, I just lost my temper in the situation."

He nodded, and turned to leave.

"Well if you're sure, Cassie. I'm here if you ever want to talk." 

He turned, and stepped away from the doorstep about to head across the street back to his house when Cassie said something that surprised herself.

"Come in, I need someone to talk to."

Even as the words left her mouth, Cassie was surprised that she even said them. She didn't want anyone to know her troubles, or problems especially not her new neighbour. He was already accepting her offer, and stepping inside. She smelled fresh after-shave on him, that smelled of a sport mix. He walked ahead, into the kitchen followed by Cassie.

She passed him to make some Coffee for them both, and they sat around the table-top together. He cupped his cup in his rough hands, Cassie noticed them as she sat with him. She knew she must have smelled bad, still wearing her sweats and having not showered today. But John showed no indication of any discomfort from her smell.

"So, may I ask what caused the argument today? You do not need to tell me anything, if you do not want to, Cassie."

Cassie was beyond feeling uncomfortable around this man anymore, she felt as a if a weight had been lifted from her chest and she was going to enjoy John's company.

"He cheated on me, for the second time in our short marriage." She stated, drinking her Coffee.

John gave a look of surprise, and smiled gently.

"Well that is one way to end a marriage, I would say."

Cassie giggled at his joke.

"Yeah that does tend to put an arrow through any flying, soaring bird that flew around our marriage."

John grinned, and Cassie had to admit she felt very comfortable around John, more so than she ever did with her very own, late husband.

"So how did you find out?" He asked her.

Cassie swallowed a mouthful of the Coffee.

"Well, my friend Stacy who you met last night told me she had seen him with some blonde bimbo in the bar where she worked. Plus before that when he called the house, I heard her in the background calling for him to hurry up on the phone with me."

"Ah two-fold, he can't dispute that evidence can he." John said, more of a statement than an actual question for Cassie.

"No he cannot."

Cassie drained her cup of Coffee, and stared at John.

"You sound like you've experienced some of this kind of heartbreak?" She questioned him.

John just smiled, drinking from his cup and looking at her with his piercing blue eyes.

"I guess I have, considering I only divorced my own wife six months ago for cheating on me; continuously." 

Cassie almost dropped her cup, John had actually been married and had actually faced the same issues she was now but with his own wife? It couldn't be much of a coincidence.

"You're kidding, really?"

He laughed heartedly putting down his cup, and leaning back in the seat.

"Nope, all true. I had been married for ten years to her, and about six months ago I found out she had been cheating on me constantly with neighbours, and even some of my closest friends. She denied it of course, but when I put forward all of the evidence; what my friends had confessed to me, and even my own sister seeing her with one of my friends kissing them in a local bar she backed down. Then came the grovelling, the apologies all promising to never do it again. All the bullshit comes when they know they've been cornered, and caught out. To be honest, I didn't love her anymore; I had known for a while something was not right between us so I refused to reconciliation and trying again. I contacted divorce lawyers, and they drew up the papers and I handed them to her." 

This interested Cassie, since she wondered what actually would happen if Marcus would sign the papers, or if he refused to sign them.

"And she signed them, freely?"

John laughed, almost knocking the chair out from under him with his leg.

"Oh god no, she disputed the divorce and wanted to go to Court. So we did go to Court in the end, she claimed I had abused her mentally and physically, but when she made those claims even her own girlfriends proved she was lying. I had their support at least. When that didn't work, she claimed I was an alcoholic, a drug user and everything else you could think of off the top of your head. Thankfully the Judge wasn't buying any of her claims, and told her that the divorce was going to be granted to me. She screamed hysterics, and claimed that the trial wasn't a fair one. I didn't want anything from her, no money, nothing. We both had separate jobs, and separate bank accounts so when I said I didn't want anything from her, that was clear that she couldn't claim anything from me in damages or compensation. That was it, we separated everything and went our separate ways."

Cassie listened attentively, learning more about her mysterious Scottish neighbour.

"So what brought you to the States?" She asked him.

"Well after the divorce, I spoke to the company that I worked for in Glasgow to be moved to another office of theirs somewhere else in the country. Maybe their main office in London, or somewhere else. When I asked this, they told me of another opportunity in our office in the States that needed a regional manager to run it, and that if I wanted it they'd send me over. The company I work for is a well known construction company, with offices in the UK, Australia, New Zealand and even Canada. I thought, why not go for it? It's a fresh start, a new life for me to live out. I sold most of things back in Glasgow, sold my wedding ring since she did the same with hers and after the company had worked out everything with U.S. Immigration, and began to work out the deal to buy the McHaven home which was on the market I flew over."

"But you didn't move in immediately?" 

John had finished his Coffee, and put the cup aside before he continued talking.

"No, I stayed in a few motels until the final pieces of paperwork were finished with the realtor office here in the town. Until then I spent most of my time buying the furnishings for the house, whilst I was still staying in the motels. I'd put the things I bought into the moving truck, and when I got the call two nights ago that I had the house, and the keys were dropped off to me I moved in yesterday morning."

Cassie couldn't stop herself staring into his blue eyes, or looking at his chest or face too closely. It wasn't as if John hadn't noticed her stares, and he was fighting to not stare at her big chest that was sticking out from her hooded top, or her beautiful, wet lips.

"So do you intend to start dating again, I mean now that you're in a new country, new town?" 

John nodded, playing with his hands on the table trying to not look at Cassie in a sexual, peering way. 

"I do yes, I've met a very beautiful woman since arriving here." He said chuckling.

Cassie sensing some playfulness here, smiled.

"It isn't me, by any chance?" She asked.

John just smiled, and looked deep into Cassie's eyes; not taking them off of her for a moment.

"It is, actually." 

The silence that took over the room, was reminiscent of a graveyard somewhere, you could hear the birds outside chirping. Cassie was hot, her body felt as if it was on fire, and she tried to compose herself. 

Taking a few deep breaths she spoke.

"Me, of all the people around here you're thinking of me?"

John smiled, and stood from his chair but never taking his eyes off of Cassie.

"You under-sell yourself Cassie, you're a beautiful, good woman. If that ex-husband of yours doesn't see how lucky he was, then good riddance. Now I think it's time you moved on with some other guy, who knows how lucky he is to have you."

Cassie was hyperventilating, her chest heaving with every breath she struggled to take.

"And that guy is-is-is, you?" 

John just smiled staring back at her.

"Maybe, I think I'd be right for you but not until you're ready. After you're free of your useless ex-husband. If it's not me, you'll meet someone else anyway and I'll make sure he treats you better than your ex did." 

She was shaking, staring up at this very-forward neighbour who seemed to make her yearn for him, for love from him.

"Thanks for the Coffee, Cassie. I'll leave you to getting rid of your ex-husband's things, give him no reason to loiter around or he'll try and convince you to take him back. Again, if you ever want to talk, or just want someone as some company; just call around." 

He slowly made his way from the kitchen to the front door, and Cassie said nothing since she was too busy breathing so hard she thought she was going to pass out. She heard the front door open, and close shut and then silence.

She dropped her shaking hand, between her thick, womanly legs and pressed her palm against her pelvis and felt a heat, a burning moistness that she hadn't felt in years, not even to Marcus. Maybe it was John charming her, or just his bold-forward manner but she had never felt anything like this for any man in her life; except John.

She shakily got up from her chair, and went to shower to wash the sweat and the moistness from her womanhood. She changed into a clean pair of jeans, and a tight blouse to begin bagging more of Marcus's things, yet couldn't focus as she thought about John constantly.

She imagined being thrown every way imaginable, all over the house by John. Being bent over the arm of the sofa, his hard cock sliding inside her from behind, clamping his hand over her mouth to muffle her moans so Marcus in the next room did not hear them. It was a revenge fantasy, for her to get even with Marcus with John.

She thought of how he would kiss her, with his hard lips and thick beard tickling her skin. How his rough hands would caress her big butt, and big breasts. How his cock would feel inside her, inside her womb giving her pleasure that she craved for so many years. 

She managed to find the time, to order a newer, smaller television so if Marcus came around and asked for it back, he could have it. She finished the afternoon off, going into the bedroom to have a nap that involved hot, dreams about John and her together. 

Cassie wondered how she could live across the street from such a charming, seductive man who seemed to crave her as much as she craved him. But he had given her the time, to divorce Marcus and maybe after she would ask him out herself, instead of waiting for him to do it. The thought made her tummy warmer, and her womanhood glisten with fresh juices as she fell asleep.



Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 02



A month had passed since the divorce papers were served to Marcus, and within a week of them being served to him, he reluctantly signed the papers after Cassie had told him she was never going to forgive him for what he had done to her, for a second time in their short marriage.

Afterwards he collected what things Cassie had packed for him, and under Police supervision he left to move in with his blonde, bimbo mistress Rachel. In the next three weeks, as the solicitors got to work in making the divorce final Cassie had seen John, but less than normal now. She feared that night he had told her, he desired her had caused a rift there between them.

She had only seen him early in the mornings, when he left for work and when he returned home quite late that night. She wanted to see him, the idea he had put into her head involving them both together had made the divorce easier since she believed him that she was still desirable to men.

Regardless, when she received a call from her solicitor to tell her the divorce was now final, and fully legalised she told her best friend Stacy who proposed a girl's night out on the town to celebrate.

"Stacy I don't know, I've just become single just recently."

Stacy giggled down the line as they spoke on the phone.

"Come on, you've been separated from Marcus since you had the divorce papers signed, now is the time to meet that better guy out there. Look we'll go to McCreary's bar in town, with the girls and we'll have some fun. You deserve a break, Cassie. Come on, what do you say?" Stacy asked her.

Stacy was right, Cassie had put everyone else's needs including Marcus's before her own. She couldn't remember the last time she had fun with her friend, but she knew it was before she married Marcus.

"Fuck it, why not. When should we meet, tonight?" 

Stacy was happy her friend was finally coming out to enjoy herself like she did before getting married, they set a meet-up time of 8pm in the town square and from there the group would go to the local bar, McCreary's together.

Before she ended the call, Stacy asked the lingering question even on Cassie's mind.

"Have you seen him?"

"Who, Marcus?"

Stacy laughed gently down the line.

"Him, John. Your new Scottish neighbour, the one who couldn't hide that he was checking you out when I was last over."

Cassie thought about it, maybe everything he had said was a lie, to make her feel better. He hadn't been over since that night, and now she felt as if he was avoiding her.

"I don't think, he was ever interested in me. I haven't seen him since that night, and he's not made an effort to come over and see me. So, I guess he's not an option for me."

Stacy was silent, but agreed.

"His loss, honey. Anyway dress up night tonight, we're going to hit the town hard."

Cassie hung up, and began to think about the sexiest-number she could wear that night for the evening. She went through her closet, tearing it apart finding clothes she hadn't worn since the early months of her marriage. Clothes perhaps she couldn't wear before when she was pregnant, but had forgotten about after her miscarriage.

She finally settled on a tight, revealing black dress she had last worn to a work-party of Marcus's in their first year of being married. It was slightly tighter on her body, than before but looking in the mirror it actually made her legs look sexier, and her big ass looked delectable in it. She opted for black opaque pantyhose, and a pair of simple purple, silk panties and no bra since the dress was designed to show off her chest.

Finishing off the outfit with black heels, and curling her hair until it flowed around her ears and shoulders, she was ready to go out and meet the girls. It was dark out already, and her watch showed it was almost 7:55pm as she turned into the town square and saw Stacy with three other girls, she knew as Patsy, a blonde girl. Veronica, a raven haired girl who played in a local metal band, and Sonia who was Stacy's younger sister with black dreads, and a body earned from constantly swimming, and jogging. 

"Wow, the sexy kitten finally came out of her shell once again. I've not seen you wear that sexy number since we went out with Caroline, and Vicky before you met Marcus. I'm stunned, you look beautiful babe." Stacy said grinning.

"It's an old thing, I'm just happy I was able to squeeze into it again after so long."

Cassie was beaming, happy for the first time in a while with her friends who were all complimenting her.

They were soon off, and when they found McCreary's Cassie had already seen a dozen local men checking her out as she walked, and as she entered the bar a lot of men looked back at the girls, checking them all out.

That was except one man; who was staring at Cassie from the bar. It was John, who was wearing a pair of jeans, boots and an Alice In Chains band fan t-shirt. He stared at her, but wasn't looking at her body; but her eyes. He stared at her, and Cassie felt the butterflies in her stomach as he turned back to the bar to drink is beer.

"He's here." 

Stacy didn't have to tell Cassie, she had seen him looking at her from the bar. Quickly, the girls except Cassie walked over to an empty booth together talking about things ranging from guys, to clothes. Cassie however made her way over to John, sitting at the bar.

He looked up, and he was staring at her chest before looking up at her eyes again. He looked tired, and exhausted.

"Hey." 

John nodded.

"Hey, Cassie."

Cassie watched him drink for a bottle of imported beer, and felt the butterflies multiply in her stomach from simply being in his presence.

"Well you made it clear you didn't want to know me anymore, after that night you came over."

She didn't know why she had blurted it out, she should have just went over to her group of girlfriends and enjoyed herself; but it was something she wanted an answer for from John. She deserved an answer from him.

He slowly turned to face her, and a deep emotion was etched across his face; hurt.

"I've been working since that day, long nights and shifts. I've barely had any time to myself since starting the job, I'm only lucky I have tomorrow free to myself. I've been waiting for a chance to come over and see you, since Marcus moved out." He said. 

"You-you did?"

John just smiled, staring back at his beer.

"You look very beautiful tonight, Cassie. I told you, that you under-sell yourself. You have men lapping up your beauty in here, even me."

Cassie was breathing so hard listening to his voice.

"Please, go and enjoy your evening with your friends Cassie. I do not want to spoil your evening."

He took one more glance at her, starting at her chest but not staring in a vulgar way and stopped, staring into her eyes before turning away.

Cassie didn't move for a moment, but as John lifted the beer to his mouth to drink again she slowly peeled away and went to join her friends.

"You spoke to him, what did he say?" Stacy asked in a whisper, as Cassie sat down next to him.

"He's been busy, he's been working a lot. He looks really tired from work, tonight's been the first break he's had in ages." 

Stacy nodded, as her sister Sonia came over with a tray of shots of blue liquid, a dozen of them and a massive pitcher of Sangrias. 

"Bottoms up girls, get those down your necks." Sonia said giggling putting down the drinks.

Cassie kept looking over at John, who looked back at her every so often before turning back to the bar.

But eventually Cassie made herself enjoy the evening, putting back shots of what was blue Vodka spirits, and drinking glasses of the pitchers of Sangria. It was about an hour into the night out, that she continued to notice John staring at her. It was also the time some local guys were asking the girls to dance, including one guy Tony who was interested in dancing with Cassie.

Throwing caution to the wind, she listened to Tony first as he told her about his life. He was unmarried, and worked in the Steel Mills outside of the town, and had always liked Cassie when he saw her at the local PTA meetings in the town hall.

"I've really liked you Cassie, you're such a beautiful woman." He told her, but she continued to break away eye-contact with him to look back at John.

Something made her look at him, it was far more stronger in emotion than the first time she had seen Marcus before they began to court one another.

"So do you want to dance?" He asked her, pulling her from a dream state and back to reality.

"Well, sure alright." 

Slowly he helped her from the table, and they moved to the dance floor where Stacy was dancing with a local Fireman who was in the bar. The other girls were watching from their table.

Now Tony wasn't bad looking, but he was missing something John had. He had black raven hair, and sported a thick beard but he didn't have the same charm, that had won Cassie over the night she last saw him. What she did notice was how much he liked to press her up against him as they danced, the bar was busy but the dance floor only had a few people dancing.

They moved together, their hips swaying but where Tony wanted to be close against Cassie, she seemed to want to keep a gap between them both. He didn't seem to get the feeling she was trying to convey, as he was literally pressing his hard member into her pelvis as they danced. It was then that she noticed John had turned away from the bar, and was watching her with dulled eyes.

"Tony, not so rough please."

He wasn't listening, pressing his groin forcibly against her pelvis. Even her dress couldn't stop the fabric riding up, from the thrusting and if anyone was watching they would see her upper-thighs encased in her tights. Someone did notice, John. He was no longer sitting, but standing watching with more alert eyes.

"Tony, please this is a bit fast for me."

He smiled, but it was a shit-filled smile.

"Oh you divorcees love it rough, I know you want me to fuck you like a little bitch once I get you home."

Cassie was disgusted, trying to push Tony off of her.

"I am not like that."

"Oh yes you are, Cassie. I've known this about you since I first saw you." He growled into her ear as he held her close to him, and then she felt his hands wander right under her dress and squeeze her bottom.

That was it, shoving him away hard he fell back and almost landed on the floor. He was angry, staring up at her infuriated.

"You teasing slut, you tease me and then push me away. Now you take away what I've earned tonight."

The way Tony spoke to her, made her want to burst out crying; this was how some men saw divorcees and women in general, with their out-dated views.

He tried to pull her over to him, and was about to scream for him to release her when a man stepped forward pushing Tony away and stood in front of her protectively. It was John, and he was staring right back at Tony with a cold stare.

"Put another finger on her, and I'll break every fucking finger you have." John growled, in his rough accent that made Tony flinch away.

"Who the fuck are you, to butt into something that doesn't concern you." Tony shouted.

John's face never changed, as Cassie watched.

"A friend of hers, and I look after my friends. So I'll warn you again, to move on and calm down."

Tony looked around, weighing up his options but no one in the bar was siding with his view on things.

"Fuck you, I don't need a slut who goes around teasing men." 

Tony was gone, storming out of the bar and there were hushed voices as patrons went back to drinking or dancing.

"Go back and enjoy your evening, Cassie. He won't be bothering you again." John said, staring into her eyes, lingering for a moment before returning to the bar.

But Cassie abruptly grabbed his arm, and pulled him back.

"Thank you, but I'd rather you sat with me, and my friends and enjoy the evening with me. As a thank you, for what you did."

John sighed.

"Cassie, I don't know. This is your evening out, I don't want to impose on your night out." 

"No more excuses, get your ass over here and drink with us." Cassie said, taking on an entirely new personality as she pulled John over to her friends sat around their table.

The next hour was happy, friendly, vibrant as the girls ordered more shots, John drank them and ordered the girls more Sangria's. Talking to John, about everything that had happened to her in the last month helped Cassie, feel like she had someone to talk to. John was sober, listening attentively, but not drinking too much to get drunk.

"So it's all finalised finally, you're rid of the big waster." John said laughing, drinking the glass of Sangria as Cassie finished her own glass.

"All done, the bastard is gone and out of my life." 

Cassie was giggling, as Stacy filled her glass again with the Sangria.

"Well good on you, now you can move on and meet a good enough man to be in your life." 

Eventually Cassie was staring into his eyes, when she blurted out a request.

"Dance with me, John."

John smiled, but saw that Cassie was serious in her request and it slowly diminished.

"I don't think that's such a good idea, Cass."

Cassie stared into his eyes, and as the girls were busy drinking Stacy noticed the moment between the two. Cassie slid her hand across the table, and in silence looked into his eyes again silently as she touched his hand warmly

"John, please dance with me. I really want to dance with you. I want it to be you, I dance with."

Stacy watched, John was breathing hard and Cassie was the calm one of the pair staring back at John longingly.

"Cass."

But she stopped him from saying anymore, as she rubbed his hand with her own.

"Please."

"Dance with me, John." She repeated in a low whisper.

No one else noticed the moment happening at that table between the two, except Stacy who watched in silence. Cassie had feelings for John, and John seemed to have some for her too.

"Alright, Cass. Let's dance." 

Cassie said nothing, as they slowly stood together and he led her by the hand to the dance floor.

Stacy watched the hot moment, the spark between them intensify as he pulled Cassie close to him, and unlike with Tony she wrapped her arms around his back for support yearning to be close herself. She was staring into this eyes, her curls framing her beautiful face. They were so close, as if on cue a soft, loving melody came over the speakers of the bar and other couples danced slowly, close against one another to the music.

Her hands entwined behind his back, against his waist and they slowly swayed together. The rest of the girls had noticed, staring at their friend in disbelief. They told of their surprise, as Stacy told them that she had guessed something was there between them both. 

John felt how warm Cassie's skin was, holding her.

"Cass, you're very warm." 

Cassie smiled at John's comment.

"Well there's a reason for that, he's standing in front of me. He's making me so warm." She said grinning.

"Cass." John said with uncertainty in his voice.

Cassie was having none of it, pulling his face close gently with her right hand that moved up to the back of his neck.

"Tell me you do not feel anything for me, and we can be just friends. Just please do not lie to me John, Marcus did that enough to me as it was."

John took a moment, still swaying his body to hers as they danced.

"I can't, I can't lie. I feel things for you, yes." 

I was almost like a low whisper, but Cassie heard it clearly.

"I don't know what to do, John. I know I want you." She whispered into his ear.

Their eyes were barely a few inches apart, but anyone paying close attention could see a spark there between them. Their body language, their shaking bodies, their elevated breathing. To anyone watching they looked like a couple, in love.

Slowly Cassie saw John lean forwards, and slowly felt his lips touch hers and they kissed tenderly on the dance floor, as Stacy and the girls watched.

Their lips entwined, and John gently slid his tongue into her warm mouth. She responded touching his tongue with her own, now with her arms around his shoulders and neck as they passionately kissed.

Some of the other patrons at the bar noticed, but said nothing noticing the very same thing Stacy and the others had; passion between them both.

Slowly the lips parted, and John was breathing harder than any other time in his life staring at Cassie.

"I want you too, Cass."

She smiled, and intensified her hold around his shoulders. She leaned in and took his earlobe in her mouth, and teasingly licked it before pinching it with her teeth.

Teasingly, responding John leaned in and sucked on her warm neck leaving a slight hickey mark.

Cassie was loving the touching, and leaned in to nuzzle against his neck kissing there gently as her hand in the darkness of the dance floor, gently slid down and around between them and pressed against his crotch.

"Fuck Cass." 

She loved how high-toned his words were, knowing she had caused such a strikingly big rise in tone with just her hand.

The slow, soft melody song ended but they didn't break apart the embrace. 

"Take me home, John."

He swallowed hard, looking at the other girls. She followed his gaze, and smiled.

"I'm gonna go home girls, I think I found my man." 

Stacy was smiling, and nodding. 

With a few quick goodbyes, Cassie collected her purse and John grabbing his own coat left with Cassie and they headed home in the cold, night air together.

They said nothing, just passing kisses between them both as they walked hand in hand back to Cassie's house.

As they approached the front door, Cassie noticed a black Mustang car in the driveway. It was Marcus's car.

"Oh no." She gasped.

"What is it?" John asked.

But he didn't need an answer, standing on the door mat was Marcus staring back at them both with a look of surprise once he saw John holding her hand.

"Marcus, what-what are you doing here?"

Marcus stepped out, looking at Cassie and then John.

"You moved on quick enough didn't you." He said angrily.

"So it's fine you went with that blonde bimbo, but when I decide to move on with my life I am in the wrong?" She asked him, her voice was upset and strained.

Marcus wasn't happy and he made that clear since he kept looking at John, who hadn't let go of Cassie's hand yet.

"I thought you would have at least waited, maybe we could have reconciled." 

Cassie was a different woman now since the divorce, and just smiled in a disdained way.

"You really think we'd reconcile the day the divorce is finalised, the day I finally get rid of you would be the day I'd get back with you. How can you stand there, and believe any of that would actually happen!"

Marcus was surprised at the change in her demeanour, even her attitude; she was no longer the submissive wife he had treated like shit for the last five years.

"I can change, we could date again and marry when we're solid again together. We could try, Cassie."

Cassie felt John's grip loosen slightly on her hand, she knew John was preparing to let her go in fear that she would actually listen to Marcus. But she knew she wanted John and clutched his hand again. He noticed, and looking at her squeezed her hand gently back.

"I would never reconcile anything with you, Marcus. You treated me like a piece of shit on your shoe for years, the first time you cheated on me I forgave you and then you do it to me again and still expect forgiveness?"

Marcus was not sure how to continue this conversation, and tried the silliest counter he could have tried.

"Marriages are about forgiveness, and about patching things up."

"They are when there is love there to be fix, but there's none there between us. I don't love you anymore Marcus, I moved on. I feel something for someone else now, and I am not wasting my life reconciling with you when I can be with the person who actually cares about me. I want John, in my fucking life. Not you!"




Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 02



Marcus was growling, staring at John.

"Him!"

"Yes, him!"

"He won't lay a fucking finger on you!" Marcus said spitting harshly.

Cassie stepped forward, standing in front of John and facing Marcus looked up at her former husband calmly.

"He'll do more than lay a finger on me, if that's what I want him to do Marcus. He'll fuck me, he'll make love to me, he'll make me feel loved for the first time in so fucking long. And if I want him to, this man will give me a fucking child."

John wasn't surprised, she had to put her foot down with her ex-husband but had to admit surprise hearing her speak of a child.

"Come near my home, my home again and I'll call the Police and have you arrested. I will also take an injunction out against you and if you ever come near me again I will press charges. Now leave my home, now!"

Marcus flinched, the timid woman he had married had teeth now and he had no influence on her left, and slowly he moved aside from the door and towards his Mustang staring daggers at John. He quickly got into the car, and drove off without saying another thing to either her or John.

Now gone, Cassie slowly shook and broke down cupping her face in her hands and let the tears of pain, anger and rage roll down her cheeks.

"Cass." 

John gently pulled her close, and let her get out all of the anger, and pain. Better out than in, John thought.

"Take me in, John. I need to change." 

John nodded, and taking her keys from her shaking hands unlocked the front door and he led her inside.

She pulled away, and made her way to the bedroom as John waited in the kitchen. She noticed this and turned to him.

"Come and help me change, John."

John was surprised, but slowly followed her as she entered the bedroom ahead of him. She was inside the bedroom for a few seconds before John came in and he was surprised she was standing with her back to him. She glanced over her shoulder looking at him.

"Help me take off my dress."

"Cass." 

John tried to protest, but she looked over at him again with her seductive stare.

"Take my dress off, John."

She was the calm one, John was breathing hard and slowly approached her back. Cassie gently lifted her curls up exposing her neck, and shoulders and held them up, to allow John access to the zip that started from the neck and went down to her waist. He just stared at the zip for a few moments, when she spoke again.

"I need you, to take my dress off and quickly John."

Staring at her figure from behind awarded John the chance to see how curvaceous, and voluptuous of a woman Cassie was. Her thick, firm legs led up to a wide, big bottom and up her slender spine and back, but clearly he could make out she had a heavy torso in terms of chest size.

Slowly taking hold of the silver zip, he slowly drew it down and the only sound was the zip opening as he eventually stopped at her waist.

"You can remove it as you want, over my head or down my legs."

Listening to her instruction, John's own lust decided that choice for him. He was an ass man, and wanted to see her ass first. 

"Over your head, Cass."

She nodded knowingly.

"Be gentle, I have a big butt and I'm wearing tights. Try and be gentle with your hands there."

Cassie was teasing John, the tease was the fact he was undressing her and she was giving a casual commentary to make him harder, for her.

"I'm guessing, you like me wearing tights over my big, plump ass honey."

With those words, she looked over her shoulder again and gave him a seductive stare as if trying to coax him on.

Slowly John pushed up her dress, up exposing the backs of her nylon clad legs and then up her thick upper-thighs.

"You're taking your time, be mindful I am wearing purple, silk panties. I hope that doesn't cause any problems for you."

John's breathing intensified, his forehead was sweating as he pushed the dress up with a thick, hard-on in his jeans.

First the bottom of her buttocks came into view, big and plump yet slightly pushed together by the nylon.

"I'm also very wet, you made me wet when we danced. So my panties and tights will be sticking to my ass and pussy."

Cassie had never said the word pussy, not even with Marcus but she always wanted to; the idea of being a dirty girl, but Marcus never gave her a chance to play out her fantasies.

John gently pressed his crotch against her ass, and ground against her hard. Cassie purred, as she rolled her hips.

"You shouldn't be doing that, my ass is very sensitive to touch."

John wasn't listening, knowing Cassie was putting on the seductive, teasing persona for him.

John was grinding so hard against her, Cassie could feel how thick, and hard his cock was through his jeans. She felt a tent, pitched against her rump.

"John, you're being a very bad boy." 

Cassie was purring, as she pushed against his cock.

"John, you're so thick and hard."

Grinding against her, he pushed the dress up and exposed her bottom that he was pressed against, up her back and over her head until her big, large breasts bounced as they became free of the dress.

Cassie could hear him undoing his belt on his jeans, and felt him press his thick, long hard cock up against her buttocks, and he peeled her cheeks wide even in her tights to push his cock in, and let her big ass swallow his cock. Even wearing tights, she felt his bare cock now lodged between her doughy cheeks.

"That's a very naughty place, to-to put that thing of yours, John." Cassie said purring, but couldn't help stammer under the feel of the spark between them.

"Well your arse seems to like it, it swallowed my cock inside. I think it likes my cock there." John said finally speaking, he was becoming cocky.

"You put it in my ass, John. That thing is going to open me wide open."

John laughed gently, staring at his cock sandwiched between her nylon-clad buttocks.

"Take off my heels, next."

John listened and slipped his cock from between her doughy buttocks, and knelt down behind her.

He slowly undid the straps around her ankles, and slipped off the black heels off her nylon feet and put them both aside as she continued to stand with her back to him.

"What you gonna do, just kneel there? Get up."

John smiled and slowly rose to his feet behind her, and she could hear his fast breathing easily behind her.

"I don't usually wear tights, or pantyhose. I think my butt looks bad in them, so I never wear them. What do you think, John. Do I look good in tights?"

"Well, I don't know if you noticed but I am an ass man myself, and I am fond of a woman wearing tights, or nylons who possess... an ass like yours." John said swallowing hard at his last words.

Cassie grinned, biting her bottom lip playfully and on cue gently swung her hips left to right shaking her big bottom in front of John.

"Marcus used to say I had a fat, ugly ass, and that he didn't like to look at it. He said I looked like a fat pig in tights, once."

John felt a increase in pride, in love for Cassie and spoke.

"Well Marcus isn't here, and I can easily say he was a right cunt for saying that to you when it was never true. You have a perfect body, a gorgeous figure. I love your big, firm ass and you look fucking gorgeous in anything or naked; but I can say in tights you look so sexy my cock feels like it wants to tear out of my jeans right about now."

"So he wasn't right, that I am an ugly, fat pig in tights or that my ass is horrible to look at?"

John pressed his hand up against Cassie butt, but didn't do anything vulgar yet let his whole palm touch half of her ass. 

"He was wrong, and selfish and nasty Cassie to say such cruel things to you. Do you think you are any of those things he called you?"

Cassie could feel him against her, his hand pressing her buttocks and even felt him press his body against her back breathing against her neck. Cassie was breathing hard, and panting even.

"No-no." 

Cassie was losing her grip on her new personality, in front of John becoming jelly in his arms.

"Do you think if you were any of those things he called you, that when I tell you that you are the most beautiful woman I've ever seen, its' a lie? That I swear you are the most loveliest, most beautiful woman I've seen in my life and that's including my ex-wife. I don't think we'd both be breathing hard, out of breath being in the very presence of each other, Cassie. It'd just be you, but it's not."

Cassie listened, as she felt him part her buttocks by hand and place his hard, erect cock in between them again and he said nothing. He did however breath hard feeling her cheeks close in on his cock. His hands closed in snugly on her hips, and slowly her pulled her in and pushed her back as he slowly ground his cock inside her crack.

"Do you want me to stop, Cassie? Am I hurting you?" He asked her.

"No." Cassie gasped, wiping her face of sweat as she was becoming aroused from his touch.

"I want you to own me, make me feel loved. Make me orgasm, for the first time in so fucking long." Cassie groaned, as she let her head swing on it's own as the building of an orgasm overtook her head.

"Fuck me." Cassie growled.

John took this as an indication, and began to quickly undress himself throwing his t-shirt aside. Cassie gasped as she felt him push down his jeans, and kick them off with his boots and boxers in tow leaving him naked other than his socks. 

"You want to be shown, what it means to be fucking so sexy that I am fighting the urge to tear your tights down and enter you." 

John spoke in grunts as he pressed his palm against Cassie's crotch through her tights, and felt how hot her sex was.

"Yes, show me. I have wanted that feeling for so long, give it to me."

Cassie's words were between a purr and a moan in sound, and John began to move her towards the bed, where she and Marcus once slept together in their sexless marriage.

John pulled Cassie close, so her back was pressed against his hard, hairy chest and felt his hands squeeze and grope her hanging breasts. Pinching, and squeezing her nipples until they were erect, before swinging his head low around to suck on them furiously. 

"Oh John." Cassie wailed, clenching her eyes shut as she could feel one hand of his furiously rubbing her pussy through her tights, and the other holding her breast up for him to suck on her nipple.

She cradled his head warmly, holding the back of and pressing him into her breasts.

"You ready to suck my cock?"

Cassie was gasping, as if her body was on fire.

"Yes, fuck yes I am."

"You want to taste, what a real man is." It was more of a fact, that a question to Cassie.

She was spun around to face him, and John gently but firmly pushed her onto her knees down onto the carpet floor of her bedroom in front of him.

"Hands behind your back, trust me."

Cassie listened, and entwined her hands behind her back in a submissive gesture.

Looking up, Cassie was finally face to face with the cock of the man she loved more now than she ever loved her former husband. She was breathing hard, as he slowly stroked his thick member in her face before pressing the thick shaft against her open lips. She grunted at the violation, that she also loved as she felt his thick shaft press to her warm lips. He was teasing her, making her feel and taste his hard cock first before he would plunge it inside her mouth.

"You're so thick."

John was loving her speaking in her gasping voice, as he pulled back and aiming his cock-head at her mouth plunged forwards sliding down into her mouth surprising Cassie.

Cassie was surprised, at how thick his cock was as her lips parted to accommodate his shaft and soon enough she could only breath through her nose as she had his big tool in her mouth.

Her eyes began to tear us as his cock slid in and out of her mouth, gently tapping the back of her throat and forcing her to gag slightly.

She was tempted to bring her hands from behind her back, and use them to steady herself on the fronts of his muscular thighs. But she continued to hold strong, and suck on his big cock, sucking on the head as she used her lips to massage the shaft.

She knew she was pleasing him, as John was grunting and moaning as he slid his cock in and out of her mouth.

It wasn't that she enjoyed the taste of cock, but the taste of a real, rugged man's manhood in her mouth, and she also wanted to feel it inside her.

She wondered how John's cock would feel inside her vagina, and could tell from the shape and size of it in her mouth that she was going to enjoy finding out.

Slowly he withdrew his cock from her mouth, as a string of her saliva followed from his cock-head to her lips.

"You ready to take the next step, Cass?" 

She never answered with words, but stood and leapt onto the bed spreading her legs with a smile on her face.

"Come here, you sexy bastard."

John smiled as he stepped forwards and got in between her legs on the bed, and kissed her deeply as his hands were about to yank the tights down off her hips. But Cassie stopped him.

"Tear them, rip a fucking hole where you want to stick it in me."

Taking hold of the nylon tights around her pelvis, he tore them open with his teeth and the image made Cassie breath so hard, she felt as if her heart was beating a million times faster than it should have.

He saw the panties she wore, but simply pulled the crotch of them aside and exposed her pussy. It was covered in thin hair, but looked wet and glistening for him. Cassie panted hard, longing for his thick cock as he prodded her pussy lips with it's big cock-head.

"Oh, John."

In he slid, his thick bulbous cock-head parted her wet, glistening lips and inside he plunged. Cassie was pleasantly surprised as she opened around his rod, and felt her juices flow more freely than before around her man's cock. He slid in and out, as she panted and looked deep into his eyes. He stared back, grunting and pushing.

"Fuck me, John."

He obliged her, now ramming in and out of her wet, sopping pussy making her big breasts bounce and swing. His cock slid in and out of her wet, velvet glove and she loved every stroke he made into her body. Each stroke, thrust made her body bounce, and shake in ways she had forgotten. Marcus simply stroked into her, not caring if she actually enjoyed the moment. He was never tender except in their first year of marriage, now she wondered if he only did it for the benefit of the marriage and not out of love. 

To Cassie, it seemed John was giving her as much passion as she could take. The longing strokes, the eagerness of his hands on her hips, and breasts as he slammed into her like a jack hammer. Her own hands clasped his head gently, and pulled him for a passionate kiss as their bodies rocked together as if in musical rhythm with one another.

There was a touching moment, looking into his eyes she could see the man she always wanted to marry atop of her. 

"I think I love you, John."

John moaned as he continued to stroke into her furiously, but smiled and kissed her quivering lips before whispering.

"I love you, Cassie, Without a shadow of a doubt."

She could feel him, he was not going to last much longer inside her. She held him close so his tummy touched her mid-drift and she felt the thick hairs tickle her smooth skin.

"Oh, Cass."

John grunted, clenching his eyes shut as he shook and convulsed as she felt his manhood shoot his seed inside her womb. 

"Uh fuck, you're filling me up John."

Cassie clenched her eyes shut, as she felt his seed fill her womb going places that she had dreamt of for so long, even with Marcus who never seemed to want to give her another child since the miscarriage.

She cradled him in her arms, atop of her as she felt him shake and try to hold himself up above her. But she wanted to feel his warm, moist chest against her own and pulled him down to lay on top of her gently.

"Lay with me, John."

He was already laying with her, and smiled as she cradled his head to her breasts and could still feel his cock inside her slowly oozing his semen out.

She laid a gently kiss atop of his head, and slowly let sleep overtake her as she could sense John was going to fall asleep soon enough also. Slowly sleep, and ever present feeling of John's body against hers overtook her senses, and slowly she slept cradling him.

Hope everyone enjoys this new chapter, this took most of my time this past week since I wanted to continue this series the most out of my other works. Let me know what you thought of it, all comments and feedback are appreciated.



Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 03



Crack!

John never saw the blow coming, well he couldn't have expected it since it was early morning and he had just gone to answer Cassie's door, since she was still sleeping in bed. He was wearing his jeans, but no t-shirt as he went to answer the door. 

A week had passed since Cassie and John had finally admitted their feelings for each other, when they first made love. Since that evening they had spent every night together since. They hadn't seen Marcus since that night, he hadn't tried calling Cassie by phone or shown up on her door as he had that night.

That was until John had opened the door, and the look on Marcus's face told him he had expected to get Cassie alone to speak to her and he wasn't happy to see John answering her door with just his jeans on.

His eyes scrunched up in fury, as he swung his fist hard striking John on the face sending him falling backwards into the house.

"You little fuck! You touch my woman, you fuck my woman! I'll kill you!"

John was reeling from the blow, clutching his nose where he was bleeding as Marcus grabbed him around the neck and began to pummel him in the face blow after blow.

"Fucker!"

John was dazed, covered in blood and his eyes were covered too and he couldn't see where the blows were coming from as he was held in the head-lock.

There was screaming, it was Cassie who had come running from the bedroom into the lounge to see what was going on.

"Leave him alone, Marcus!"

John had enough of this, he was taking too many blows and any more he was going to go unconscious and he couldn't hope that Marcus was a merciful man not to kick him when he was on the floor.

Marcus's arm was in John's face, where his mouth was. John knew he had to get free of his hold around his neck, and decided his only option was to bite down on Marcus's arm. Digging his teeth into his arm, John heard a blood-curdling scream as he tasted iron and blood. 

Marcus let John go, and reeling back he clutched his bloody arm.

John took the chance to wipe blood from his eyes and face, gaining his sight back.

Marcus was looking at John in hate, clutching his bloody arm.

"I'll kill you!"

John looked around, near the kitchen counters he saw the stand where Cassie kept the knives and as Marcus looked to be stepping towards him John pulled out the biggest kitchen knife there. It was a stereotypical, Michael Myers Halloween style knife. John pointed the end of it at Marucs.

"You attack a man, the moment he opens a door! With no provocation beforehand, and you draw fucking blood! Come near her or me, I'll slice your fucking throat and you know this is trespassing. You just couldn't let it go, let her move on with her life could you. Fucking cunt!"

Marcus's hard, menacing demeanour was gone staring down the knife John held.

"I'm from Scotland, pal. We learn to fight with knives in school, you really want to make a try at me or her? Go ahead, see how far you get before I plunge this blade into your throat."

Marcus backed away, as John pressed forwards with the knife. Instinctively Marcus stepped back to the front door, and stepped out warily watching John. 

"You better go, Marcus. I'm calling 911, and they'll be down here for this very fast."

Marcus weighed up his options, seeing Cassie standing in a bed robe, staring back at him both angry and afraid of what would happen next.

"I'll be back."

He didn't move, but Cassie spoke up.

"Come back, and I'll shoot you dead. I have a gun, I got one the moment the divorce was finalised because I knew you'd not leave me alone. Come back to my home, and I'll kill you Marcus. Come back and attack John again, he'll shoot you." 

Marcus hadn't planned on that, and looking at his former wife something in her eyes told him she was being serious. She had a gun, and she'd use it the next time to kill him if he attack John, or broke in.

Marcus was worried, and chose to flee running out the front door clutching his bitten arm. John moved to the door, and slammed it shut putting on two locks before turning to Cassie.

"Jesus, look at you John. Baby."

Cassie ran over, to look at John's injuries. His nose was bruised, and obviously broken or damaged as he was bleeding badly.

"Come on, over to the sink. We'll try and stop the bleeding." She said.

The next thirty or so minutes was spent nursing his bleeding nose, and luckily Cassie always kept a first-aid kit in the house. She pulled it out, and used sterilising fluid to clean the cuts and broken skin, before putting on the plasters to cover them.

Eventually the wounds were cleaned, and covered. There was no need to go to the hospital, John claimed he was fine so Cassie didn't push the issue.

The next couple of hours, John just sat and laid with Cassie as they watched television, and showered together before they ate some lunch. As they ate a pizza that they had ordered by phone, with potato wedges and dips as they watched The Hunger Games on Netflix, Cassie turned to John.

"I can't believe he did that, John. I am so sorry."

John nodded, trying to eat a slice of the pizza with his burst lip.

"Babe it's fine, but the next time he comes and tries to hurt you, or me. I'll kill him, with the gun you have or a blade. He's going to do it again, and I won't let him hurt you."

Cassie watched him, attempt to eat the pizza yet not complain about a violent ex of hers attacking him, he took it as a part of life with her and he would deal with Marcus soon enough.

He didn't seem to want to run, after being hit by Marcus. That perhaps the trouble of being with her, wasn't worth the result, but it seemed to be enough since he wasn't running from her.

"I'll kill him, Cass. Where I'm from, you dae' that tae' somebuddy' you end up watching yer' back, and looking over your shoulder waiting for retribution." 

John's Scottish accent came out even stronger, with slang to it as he spoke in an angry tone. But Cassie knew it was aimed at Marcus, and to be honest maybe Marcus needed a kicking to back off and leave them alone.

She gently slid her hand into his free one, and squeezed it gently. He squeezed back, he may have meant his threat but he only had love for her. 

"I know, he'll pay for it if he comes back here to hurt me or you. I do have that gun, and it's inside my closet in a red box, there's bullets in it and it's loaded. It's there, if you have to go and get it."

John nodded, remembering where the gun was in case he or she needed it in self-defence should Marcus come back.

They laid together until about 5pm, when they decided to go out for dinner together. John went to shower, as Cassie picked out clothing for herself to wear tonight. 

She could hear the shower running, as she looked into her closet naked as she was also deciding on what underwear and bra to wear for the evening. She looked down at the simple red box, that contained the gun she had bought after the legal checks were done on her, and she was authorised to purchase a gun with the license. Her reasons for requesting one was for self-defence, and she had even put her ex-husband as a reason for her fears of safety at home. She had no priors, or past crimes or offences to her name so she was issued the license quickly for a simple 32. Snub-nose revolver. She had gone to the local gun-store, purchased the gun for a mere $500, and bought about sixty rounds of ammunition, in two boxes and placed them in the red box in her closet. With a manual given to her by the gun merchant, she was able to load the gun, and know how it worked before putting it away safely.

She thought about it, she should have come out with the gun after seeing John being attacked and held Marcus at gun-point. Maybe seeing the gun actually existed, he would leave and not come back. She even thought to it, if she had to actually shoot him. John had never hurt her, and since getting together her literally worshipped her more than Marcus ever did. She knew herself, she would shoot to kill to protect John and herself from any attacker, even Marcus.

She leaned down, and lifted the lid of the box and saw the glint of metal; the gun was still there, and the shells were next to it in boxes. She breathed hard, and put the lid down.

She looked at herself in the mirror on the wall to her right, and saw the body that John continuously told her was beautiful, and perfect in every way. She loved him telling her that, but didn't truly believe him. She thought he loved her enough to look past her flaws, but in her mind she knew the flaws were there. She gently placed her hand on her tummy, it was slightly pouched sticking out. It wasn't massive, but she could see a bit of flab in her mind. She wondered if John really loved her body, or if he'd prefer her to lose her tummy and have a flat stomach. 

Maybe she could work on her thighs, maybe John would prefer firmer thighs and legs. She could even work on her bottom, she knew it was big but John always told her he loved the size of derrière. She moved her hands around her back and touched her bare buttocks. They were big, about the size of her hand palms. Even bigger than that since they reached in size past her fingertips. 

What did John see in her, that she could never see? Was he right, that Marcus put her down because he was just a cruel ass hole? He'd usually jape when drunk that the size of her ass reminded him of an elephant, and had made her cry in front of her sister and Stacy. He'd said it was just a joke, but everyone knew he had done it intentionally. It wasn't as if it was true either, thinking back she had dressed up for him that night. She had worn a dress she had picked out with her sister Aisha, and Stacy that they thought he would have liked. She'd worn her hair in long curls, and wore killer-heels. That night all the effort she had put in for him, was undone with his innocent jape.

John since meeting her, had never joked about her beauty or truly given her any sign of being displeased with her body. He seemed to love it, worship every inch and curve she had on her body in private.

"Fuck him." 

Cassie said smiling, beaming at the mirror as she put her hands on her hips and struck a provocative pose with her hair over her face staring back.

Pushing her hips and waist out, her pelvis was glistening and wet as she saw how lean, and muscular her thighs actually were when pronounced. 

Jutting out her chest next, pushing her hips up high and proud at the mirror she saw how huge her breasts actually were. 

She was a woman, and she was aware of it. She knew John loved her, and her body and she was going to make sure only he enjoyed it for that honest love her had for her. Turning sideways she kept her original pose with her chest pushed out, and hips as well she saw that impressive rump sticking out.

"He wants that ass, that big, muscular Scottish guy. He's got it, and he's only getting it."

She was saying it to herself, and smiled remembering back to the times in the past week he worshipped her ass. He'd eat her ass out, and pussy before literally shoving his face between her thick, doughy buttocks. If he loved her body, and every part of it even her ass she was going to give it to him in spades for a very long time.

She finally decided to get dressed, since she was already showered. John would be quicker in dressing, in his jeans and t-shirt. 

Leaning down she inspected her shelf of lingerie, and picked out a set of matching purple lingerie. Frilly, purple French panties and matching bra with adequate measured cups for her huge breasts. Her chest size usually meant ordering these lovely sets of lingerie from catalogues, or online but she didn't mind.

She pulled up the frilly purple panties up her legs, as they pulled up tightly against her mound she moaned. She positioned them until she was showcasing a camel-toe in the tight panties, and then put her bra on. Her breasts were so big, that she had to literally place them into her bra cups, before she could put the bra over her shoulders and clasp it shut behind her back. Having huge breasts had pros, but also cons and the main one was the back-pains she had and having to buy bras online, or from stores that dealt in her breast size.

Looking at herself once again in the mirror, she was proud her womanly, curves and body. She moved up to the dresses, skirts and jeans that hung from hangers in the main body of her closet.

She usually wore dresses, but tonight thought maybe a nice short, tight skirt would cheer John up since the incident that morning. He had earned it, in her mind.

So she looked, and searched through the rows of skirts hanging on hangers. She wanted something... special for him. Maybe something that would really have him looking at her, like the first few nights together. She knew she had a skirt, that still fit if snugly and tight on her. She had bought it with Stacy, because it's designed reminded her of her school uniform.

She found it, it was a yellow and black plaid skirt that reminded her of the one she used to wear to school years ago. It was a few years ago she had bought it, and it was loose and baggy when she bought it, but she had last attempted to wear it about a year ago and it was more like a belt. Barely covering her ass, and legs and when she tried to sit on the bed, her thighs thighs and even her ass were on show. The only way she'd wear it for John tonight, was if she was going to wear tights as well, very dark tights to at least have some modesty.

She'd look like she was showing off a lot of leg, and ass but not in a vulgar way. The tights would cover everything, and would only show her firm and thick her ass and thighs were and she only planned for John to see it. 

Taking the skirt off it's hanger, she found a buckle, studded belt and looped it through the skirt's loops as she put it on the bed. She kept her tights, nylons, Latex, PVC or Lycra clothing in two drawers in the closet. She usually avoided them, since Marcus used to claim that it was like a Whale was being squeezed into a pair of tights, or leggings. It was a comment that horrified her, and she usually only wore tights when wearing dresses. 

She picked out a pair of black, Opaque tights that were so dark unless a person was inches away from her nothing would be visible. So she chose them, and a pair of ankle boots she had been dying to wear since buying them a year ago.

Finally she decided to wear a tight grey blouse, that would show her massive chest and rack but look very modest to people. Her clothing picked out, first the tights went on, then the boots, next was her blouse and finally her skirt that she tightened around her waist with her belt.

She could see that she looked quite a sexy woman, with the turtle-neck blouse showing her massive chest, and the skirt literally barely covering the upper buttocks she knew she was showing a lot, but her tights would be her protection. She smiled contently, looking at herself in the mirror as she could still hear the shower running, she went into the lounge to wait for John.

She saw the door of the bathroom open, and the shower was off but she saw the steam seep out and saw John step out with a towel around his waist. The moment he looked up and saw Cassie, his mouth dropped looking at how short of a skirt she was wearing and the blouse clinging to her massive chest.

"Holy fuck."

She grinned, feeling very strong, and confident.

"You better get dressed lover-boy, I'm not going to be wearing this all night for you so you better enjoy it."

John smiled, and even with a burst, bruised lip and cut forehead and face he was happy staring at her. She even saw the start of a hard-on press against the towel around his waist.

"I better." 

John was quickly in the bedroom putting on a pair of clean jeans, he had brought over to Cassie's days earlier, for wearing and a matching blue t-shirt, before stepping out in his boots. Cassie was waiting, and taking her hand he led her out of the house and they made their way into the centre of town. They had picked out a nice Italian restaurant, that had been in the town for over thirty years. She had wanted to go so many times with Marcus, but he kept on making excuses on not to go. Now she was feeling like she was on a proper date, a night-out with John.

They were soon seated by a young waiter, who couldn't help but look at the tight blouse around Cassie's chest, or at how short her skirt was and how her nylon-clad buttocks were on show as she stood or walked.

The young man continued to stare at her thick legs, as he sat them at a table and handed them a menu for the food, and for the house wines.

"That skirt is very short." 

John said smiling, as he looked over the wine menu.

"Hmm it should be, I bought it years ago because it reminded me of my old school uniform. I'm wearing it for you, John."

He smiled, and he ordered a bottle of house red wine for them both.

The waiter obliged, and risked a peak at Cassie's chest before taking their orders for their food next. 

The both ordered the specials; Cassie ordered a seafood Linguine and John ordered lamb Lasagne. 

They waited for their food as their wine was brought over, and poured into two glasses for them before the waiter disappeared. They sipped their wines, talking about their plans, what they wanted to do together other than sex. Cassie wanted John to meet her parents, and her sister Aisha. John agreed, and hoped his accent wasn't too off-putting for them. Cassie laughed, and told him they had hard Chicago accents, having been born and bred there. She had moved to this town they were in with Marcus, but the town was only about an hour from the city.

Cassie ventured to ask John about his family, but he didn't seem to want to say much.

"My family aren't exactly the kind of family, you want to talk about."

Cassie just smiled.

"Well what family is, come on tell me about them babe."

John twirled a fork in his hand, as he drank his glass of wine.

"Well they are your typical Glasgow family, born and bred like your own parents in Chicago. We grew up hard, in a good home and my mother did her best to bring me and my sisters up well. But with a father like ours, that would only go so far. He was regularly in trouble with the Polis' and he was usually locked up for stupid things; drunken fights, thieving, and such. He wasn't a smart criminal, he was probably one of the stupidest. Eventually he died, from Cancer. My mother always told me she loved him, even when he'd come home drunk and be very aggressive with my mother. He never hit her, mainly because I threatened him one night with a knife and told him if he ever hurt her I'd kill him, or leave him for dead."

Cassie could see why John was one of those men who preferred for a woman to choose where to go in life, and hated men who didn't want to let them get on with their lives. He truly detested marital violence and abuse, and of course domestic violence. 

"Did you and your father settle things, before he passed?"

Cassie was asking quite personal questions, but John hadn't told her to stop asking and assumed he trusted her enough to speak about these things.

"We tried, but I don't think he wanted to settle up for the shit he did as a father to us. I guess to him, he had nothing to apologise for or be redeemed for. He didn't want to repent for what he did, he went out without asking for forgiveness so I never gave him it."

Cassie nodded, gently running her finger along the rim of her glass looking at John.

"Did you love him? You dad?"

John looked hard across the table, and then back at his glass.

"No. My sisters did, he was... nicer to them than he was to me. For me, my mother brought me up not him. So she was the only one, other than my sisters of course I loved. But not him."

Cassie saw the hard life John had lived back home, before breaking away and taking his own life in his hands. 




Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 03



"How about your parents?" He asked her.

Cassie brightened up, she had to admit her life was a bit easier than John's. 

"Growing up with two sisters is hard, especially when you're the eldest and you're expected to look after your siblings. Aisha is the middle child, and Denise is the youngest of us all. My dad Francis looked after us well, and mother Tracy was a good mother. We lived on the East side of Chicago, in the tower-blocks there. But two years after I was born, and my father working his ass off for years before I was born we had enough money to buy a small house in the nicer area of the city. My younger sisters were soon born, and we were given a good life. My father has always been a hard worker, he worked his whole life at the car factories and became a staff manager, it was good enough money for our upbringing and we lived a good life. My mother always told me she didn't trust Marcus, I never listened to her. I wish I had, she, my father and my sisters never trusted him from the get-go. I think they'd like you, John."

John smiled.

"I'd love to meet your family, Cass." 

She smiled, and as she did the waiter came over with their plates of food and placed them in front of them. John noticed the waiter take a peek at Cassie's chest again, before leaving.

John got his Lasagne, and Cassie got her Linguine. They sat and slowly ate, as they spoke more about their lives, prior to meeting one another.

Cassie spoke about how her sisters always liked Scottish accents, especially after watching movies with James McAvoy or Gerard Butler in them.

"They won't be able to keep their hands off you, I hope you don't mind if they pester you with irrelevant questions when they meet you."

John told her he didn't mind that, and soon enough they were on their second bottle of red wine, and their meals were almost finished.

Cassie was smiling as John told her about his childhood, and growing up. Eventually the wine was finished, and Cassie felt tipsy.

"I better go freshen up." Cassie said smiling, as she got out of her seat and made her way to the female bathrooms.

John smiled, as he waited for her to come back.

Inside the toilets, Cassie went to the sink first to inspect her hair and make-up. As she did, she thought she heard one of the stall doors open, but put it to the back of her mind as she turned back to the mirror above the sink.

Cassie thought about John's reaction in seeing her outfit, and smiled thinking about what was in store for her tonight at home with him.

She thought of how short her skirt was, her thick womanly thighs and ass hanging out and smiled knowing John was probably stroking his cock under the table thinking about her.

Cassie then spotted a metal pipe connected to the counter where the sink was, a bit thicker than John's cock but adequate in shape for his cock. She looked around and looked to see if anyone was in the bathroom. She checked the cubicles first, and when they were empty she returned to the pipe.

Turning her back to the counter and the pipe, she hoisted up what little of her skirt was hiding her big ass and pressed against the pipe, until it slipped in and parted her buttocks.

The feeling of the cold, metal pipe reminded her of John's cock pressed up against her that first night together. She ground up against it, feeling it's length up and down her ass crack, and she purred as she felt the beginnings of an orgasm building.

Throwing caution to the wind, seeing as she was alone in the girl's toilets she rolled down her tights until her bare buttocks and skin touched the metal pipe making her gasp at the cold feeling.

After a few moments, she turned away from the pipe to face it and leaned down to wrap her lips around the body of the pipe, as if she was sucking on the under-side of John's cock.

"Oh, John."

Gasping loudly, as she gyrated her hips and pushed out her big ass into the air she was loving the feeling of the cold, metal pipe.

Suddenly, she heard the outer door of the bathroom open and quickly turned to pull her tights up, and turn to the mirror as a young red-head girl entered.

She smiled widely at the girl, who wasn't paying any attention as she entered one of the cubicles. Cassie quickly left the bathroom and returned to the table where John sat.

She needed John, and needed her man right then.

"Let's pay the bill, and go home babe."

Cassie said gently taking his hand as he stood from the table.

After the bill was paid, and they were passing through a few side streets near the town square, Cassie pulled John into an alleyway.

"John, I need you."

Staring into his eyes in the dark alleyway, she leaned in and kissed him passionately. Cassie pushed John up against the wall, and felt his hands slide under her short skirt and hold her by the hips.

"Take me, right here."

John was glaring at her, but she saw it was sexual arousal and saw the tent he was pitching in his trousers. 

"Turn around, assume the position and lean against the wall. Legs wide open."

She knew what he wanted, and gently turned around with her back to him as she leaned forwards with her hands on the wall, and slowly spread her nylon-clad legs for him. The light of the nearby alleyway lights shone, making the tights bright and shiny.

"Sir, I've been a good girl this semester. I did all my work for you, and I've behaved myself in class."

As she spoke in her new role as a wayward school-girl, she slowly gyrated her hips in a circle showing her skirt and ass to John. John took hold of her hair into a handful, and pulled on it but not too violently.

"Been a good girl? You wear this short skirt to school, if it can even be called a skirt and show off that arse of yours, and you think you're a good girl. I need to administer some punishment for this rule-breaking."

His hand lifted her skirt up exposing her entire ass, now encased in nylon.

"Sir, please. I am not that type of girl, I do not do those things."

"Oh I think you do." 

John flipped her skirt up over her lower back, where it stayed and now her ass was freely exposed.

"I think you love cock."

Cassie was breathing hard, as John squeezed, rubbed and groped her ass.

"No-no-no."

"Oh I have been watching you Cass, short skirts around the school, showing that big arse of yours to me when you know I want you. This is what you've needed, and I am giving it to you."

He abruptly yanked down her black tights, over her big bottom and down around her inner tights exposing her bare cheeks and the panties she wore.

"Sir, you're married!"

John played along, and laughed.

"It's always been you Cass, since I saw you the first time in my classroom." 

"I had only turned eighteen when you first met me."

Pulled hard again on her hair, she gasped.

"Yeah, and ever since that day you have teased me and made me want you even more."

Pressed up against the wall, Cassie heard the clinking of a belt and knew John was undoing his jeans to take his cock out.

She was shaking, and breathing hard as she waited to feel his thick cock-head press against her slit from behind.

"Sir, I would never tease you. I know how men can be if they are teased too much, by a woman."

John pulled aside her panties sharply, to see her glistening, wet cunt waiting for him. He pressed his bulbous head to her slit, and rammed forwards making Cassie gasp and grunt loudly in surprise.

"Sir! Please, I'm a good girl. Take it out, my mother would be ashamed of me."

John moved in close, so they bodies were pressed together and he whispered into her ear.

"She may be ashamed, but I am so very proud of you. You have the tightest, wettest pussy I have ever been inside."

Thrust, in and out he went as her tits swung from the movements but never escaped her bra. Her bare ass-cheeks smacked, and clapped against John's hard, muscular thighs.

"Sir, you're so thick."

"It is for you, Cass. From now on, I own you. You will blow me, bend over and let me fuck you any time in class or after school. Do you hear me?"

Cassie moaned, but put on a mock gasp and cry.

"If I must, then I will, Sir. Just please don't tell my family."

John grinned.

"Ah don't worry, you and me we'll be starting out own family together soon enough."

Cassie gasped in shock.

"No, Sir! I am too young to have a child."

"Correction, your body is just right to begin giving us kids. You being so young, is what gets my cock so hard, Cass."

With the role-playing dying down, they fucked in that alleyway with moans, grunts and groans. Cassie didn't have to attend to her own pleasure, as John fucked her pussy hard he was also rubbing her clitoris with his hand to urge on her own orgasm.

"Oh, I am cumming John. Cum with me."

"Oh I intend to." 

John gasped, and soon she felt the bulbing, warm sensation of his cock exploding inside her. His frothy seed, washed down into her belly and womb, as she gasped and came herself in time with him, and squirted her hot juices over his cock, and pelvis.

"Oh god."

Slowly they bodies slowed, as they both came down from their sexual-peaks and took the time to gain their breath back.

Slowly John slid out from Cassie's womanhood, and began to pull his jeans back up and did his belt up.

"Jesus, we're lucky the Sheriff's Department didn't catch us then." 

John laughed at Cassie's statement, before pulling her close, and they began to walk home together talking over things.

"So what would your parents thing of me, being British?" John asked Cassie.

Cassie smiled, and played with my fingers in her hand.

"It'll be unique for them, but if they see how you really are then they'll see you are a far better man than Marcus was when they first met him. They'll see what I see in you, and I know my mom and dad well and they'll accept you, John."

John smiled, and they made their way home together, and even planned on a meal at Cassie's parents house in the coming days with her sisters. That was of course after they had more passionate love-making tonight, at home.

*****

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Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 04



It came out of nowhere, Marcus could not have reacted any faster and defended himself. He thought back to the morning he had turned up at Cassie's house, and was now experiencing what he had done to John.

Crack!

The blow came out of nowhere in the darkness.

Marcus had gone out drinking this night, he was celebrating a devious plot to pay a private detective to stalk Cassie, and find out everything she was up to. He was a bored man, the thrill of cheating on Cassie with his blonde bimbo mistress had run dry, and he had even broken up with her even though she wanted to start a proper relationship with her.

Marcus wanted to control Cassie's life, even after divorcing her. He was so determined to make her suffer, even though he was the one to have done all the damage to her and their marriage. He had stepped out of Donnie's Bar sober, and began to walk home when he was set on by a unidentifiable man. He came out of nowhere, and struck Marcus across the face with a closed fist.

The blow was so hard, it even reminded him how hard he had hit John. No weapon was used, but the blow was powerful. Another blow struck him in his side, whoever was hitting him was trained, or at least experienced in street fighting. His blows came fast, never stopping. 

Marcus collapsed onto the floor, and clutched his side in pain. In the darkness he saw the silhouette of the man who had attacked him.

"If yer' come near Cassie again or hassle her, I'll dae' you Marcus. I'll stab you full of enough holes, you'll bleed oot' like a stuck fuckin' pig. This is yer' last an' final warning pal. I'd advise yer' to take notice of that. You an' her are over, she needs a better man in her life. You treated her like shit, an' you cheated on her. She deserves far better." 

Marcus knew the voice, it was John and his Scottish accent.

"I'm going to kill you." Marcus spat.

John in the darkness laughed, and crouched down and placed the cold, edge of a lock-knife to Marcus's throat.

"Yer' really want tae' play der' game, of who's willing tae' go the furthest? I can assure yer' Marcus, I'm willing to go all der' way for that woman, including killing yer."

Marcus felt the cold metal against his throat, and knew the threat was genuine. 

"Noo' tell me, yer' will not hassle Cassie anymore."

Marcus shivered, and spoke in the shakiest voice he had ever spoken in out of sheer fear.

"I will not-not hassle Cass-Cassie." 

John laughed, and stood up.

"Yer' better not hassle her anymore. Because I know of ways tae' make you just disappear, Marcus. Believe me."

And that was it, John was gone and Marcus was alone listening to his heavy gasping and breathing as he came to terms with how close to death he was only seconds ago.

Marcus was afraid, frightened now of John. He had proven he could get to Marcus, and if he wanted to he could have slit his throat. No-one would have linked John to the murder, since only Cassie's close friends knew of him, and didn't know enough to say he was capable of murder.

Marcus swallowed hard, and touched where the knife had touched his throat and he felt a trickle of warm blood. John had drawn blood, and Marcus quivered at the thought of him driving the knife into his throat killing him. He got back on his shaky feet, and ran home out of fear. He quickly cancelled the hiring of the private detective, since he knew that was what John would construe as hassling Cassie.

He locked his doors, invested in extra locks for his home and even a gun just like Cassie had bought in fear of him. That night after returning home from being attacked by John in revenge, Marcus clutched a kitchen knife close to his chest as he sat in his bed in fear of Cassie's new boyfriend.

A Few Days Later, Sunday Morning, Cassie' House, 7:15am

Cassie felt a warm feeling between her legs, but she was sleeping so what would the moistness be? She stirred, clamping her thighs around something between her legs. Whatever was between her legs, was causing the moistness and the sensations at her pussy. 

She gasped loud, her eyes clenched shut. Her hips were rolling, as she felt the sensations ignite and get bigger. She felt as if a dog, was lapping at her pussy lathering it with saliva and making her wet herself.

What was causing her to make her wet, and slowly her eyes opened and looked down to see a head between her legs. It was John, and he was licking her slit and really making her gushing wet.

He was licking so ferociously, that her vagina lips were wide open, prodded wide open by his wet tongue she thought. She gently brought her hands to the back of his head, and pushed him down on her even more. Pushing him to lick harder, and suck on her clitoris.

"Oh, John."

He continued to lap at her pussy, prying open her womanhood's lips and sliding his tongue deep inside her. 

"Oh go deeper, John."

As she gasped, she felt him press his entire mouth to her pussy and shove his tongue as deep as he could, and in turn she shivered and shook.

Slowly she felt her orgasm building up to it's climax, like a bottle of beer or fizzy pop bubbling up to the neck and mouth of the glass bottle.

"No more mouth, get that fat cock inside me." 

John smiled with his mouth, and jaw coated in Cassie's juices and sat up naked, and positioned his thick, erect cock at her slit and rammed home into her.

"Oh fuck, yes!" Cassie gasped.

In and out he rammed, her thick thighs and buttocks slapping and clapping against his thighs.

"God Cassie, you're so fucking beautiful."

She loved hearing her man's sexy accent, especially when he was excited and he'd use Scottish slang or shortened words that she knew were from where he hailed from.

He pumped, in and out as her juices exploded and her orgasm took over her body. Her juices covered John's thighs, cock and lower stomach but he continued to fuck her, waiting for his own ejaculation to come.

"Oh John, come inside me baby. Let me take your seed baby, blow it inside me."

Cassie said as she held John's head to her breasts, and cradled him there as he continued to ram in and out her of her wet pussy.

He couldn't last, not with Cassie planting tender kisses on his neck and head and even stroking his balls as he fucked her. His thrusts slowed, and eventually with one last plunge forwards his cock exploded blowing his load inside Cassie's womanhood, and womb.

"Oh, fuck."

Cassie loved how passionate he could be, and kissed his head again as he looked up at her.

"You may have given me a baby, John." 

Cassie smiled, as John did too. He wasn't afraid of that prospect, having a child with Cassie. He could give her one, when Marcus hadn't even tried to.

They lay together for about thirty minutes, under the sheets but not sleeping.

Finally tearing themselves apart, they sat up on the bed as John held Cassie across on his chest as she lay there he kissed her wet lips.

"I love you, Cass."

I love you too, John."

They both smiled, before kissing passionately again.

"I guess Marcus got the message, I haven't seen or heard from him in days. Even my sisters say he hasn't called the house, to check up on me."

Cassie was referring to Marcus who up until a few days ago would regularly call her parents in Chicago, asking about her and trying to get information about her whereabouts and what she was doing with John. 

But her father Reggie, and mother Veronica never told him a thing, and neither did Cassie's sisters. But even she wondered why things were so quiet with Marcus, having not tried to call her or her family in the last few days.

"Maybe he did, maybe he thought about just letting you move on." 

John said, knowing he himself was the real reason Marcus hadn't contacted her family or hassled her lately. John had made it clear, if Marcus did he was going to die for his trouble.

Cassie smiled.

"It means we can move on, and be together without him interfering and harassing me."

John smiled to himself, kissing Cassie gently on her earlobe.

"He won't be hassling you, or your family anymore."

In a whisper, he said it to himself.

"Not if he knows what's best for his health."

Cassie hadn't heard him, focusing on listening to his heart beating with her ear to his bare chest.

He kissed her again, wet and moist on her open mouth and she cradled his hard cock in her hands below. He was hard, and he could have fucked her again but she was happy laying on his chest feeling it poking her tummy, and holding it in her hands.

"So you looking forward to meeting my parents tonight?"

Cassie said smiling, stroking his thick shaft.

John moaned, but managed to speak.

"I am, I want to meet the man and woman who brought this beautiful creature into this world. I can't wait to meet your sisters either."

Cassie smiled.

"Tell me about them, your sisters."

Cassie looked up at John, cradling his cock in her hands.

"Aisha was the more wild one, out of the three of us but younger of course so I had to keep an eye on her for my parents. She got into a few problems as she grew up, that I had to get her out of. Denise, was quieter like me and we usually were the more responsible ones. Denise is the youngest, I guess Aisha as the middle child may have caused her to be a wild card in the family. But they were both good kids, I looked after them in school and then later on as the older sister when they got in trouble with other girls, and of course boys. Aisha got into lot of trouble with boys, Denise was pretty too but she never gave them any attention unlike Aisha."

John smiled, kissing Cassie as she spoke before pulling back to let her continue.

"My parents brought us all up equally, my mother and father made it clear there were no favourites and that we all got the same love and attention as one another. But Aisha being the troublesome one at times, required more attention from my parents and so I gave Denise what she never got from them. 

John smiled again.

"How will I recognise them, tell them apart at dinner tonight?"

Cassie stroked his member harder.

"Aisha is smaller, more petite and such than me and Denise. Last I spoke to her she told me she had dreads, down just under her ears. You'll recognise her with the outlandish, provocative way she dresses. I hope she dresses more demure for tonight. Denise is like me, perhaps slightly bigger. She's not fat, she's just been a curvy, big woman like me. She'll have hair like mine. She's sensitive about her size, usually when my mom throws these kinds of dinners Denise never touches much, she's quite shy but very lovely girl. I tried my best to boost her confidence, as her size went up but she really just wants to lose weight."

John nodded, holding Cassie's free hand.

"Don't worry, I'm sure I'll get on with her and Aisha."

Cassie nodded.

"I really want to meet your family John, one day."

John smiled.

"Well maybe you will, if I asked them they would come and visit for a few weeks. You'd see my sisters, and mom."

Cassie smiled, giggling as she kissed John.

"I'd like that."

The rest of the day, was broken up with showering and going out to see How To Train Your Dragon 2, which Cassie really wanted to see. So by 4pm, the pair of them were in John's car driving to Cassie's parents in Chicago which was about a two hour drive.

The journey was broken up with the stereo, and talking about their families and what to expect when meeting Cassie's parents. 

Cassie had chosen to wear a nice, simple black dress that wasn't too tight but she had to wear an extra-support bra for her breasts. She wore black nylon tights over her black panties, and wore ankle boots. She had even brought a cardigan she could wear over her dress, and wore her hair long and curled. 

John was wearing smart, pressed trousers with a simple white shirt and black blazer. He also wore smart shoes, to finish off the smart, mannered appearance he wanted to show to Cassie's parents.

By 7:15pm, they had entered Chicago. They drove into the East Side, but the nicer suburbs on the edge of the city where Cassie's parents lived. The houses were small, but well-maintained bungalow-style houses along quiet streets. Cassie directed John along the quiet street, to a small house almost near the end of the street hugging the fencing that separated the nearby train depot from the streets. They parked up outside no.37, and John helped Cassie out of the car gracefully before locking the car behind them.

"Are you ready babe?" 

John nodded, and Cassie smiled.

"Relax, they'll love you. Just be yourself, be like you are with me."

John relaxed slightly, as they walked up to the front door of the house as Cassie pressed the door bell.

They waited patiently, as they heard footsteps coming towards the door. The door opened and an older woman with long black hair and ebony skin answered the door. John assumed this was Veronica, Cassie's mother.

"Cassie, you made it."

Veronica took her loving, eldest daughter into a warm hug and stepped back to look at John. Veronica was still a very attractive woman, probably in her late fifties. She wore a long house dress, dark navy in colour that stopped at her ankles and wore simple flat-sole shoes. She had a beautiful figure for a woman of her age, and John could see where Cassie got her looks since her mother was just as voluptuous in size, and curves.

"This must John, happy to see you came." 

Veronica stepped out and took John into a warm embrace, she gave off the aura and feeling of a motherly woman, and John smiled as she stepped back. 

"Please to meet you, Mrs Bennet." John said smiling, using Cassie's original family name since she was no longer Mrs Reynolds being married to Marcus.

"Oh my God the accent, you were right Cassie."

Veronica smiled, and continued.

"Please to meet you John, come on in you two. Cassie your sisters are inside, and your father's watching the sport on the TV. Go and get him out of his chair, so he can meet John." 

Veronica said laughing warmly, as she turned to walk ahead of the pair into the house. Cassie, holding John's hand stepped forwards gently pulling him with her. 

Inside the house, John saw how warm the house felt in the way it was decorated and cared for by her mother. There were displays of collected china, and shelves upon shelves of family photos. There was a warm feeling to the house, while there was a flat screen TV in the lounge where Cassie's father Reggie sat watching sports, the house still felt warm and set in the old-days of the 80's or 90's when the Bennet children lived in the same house together.

John had to admit he liked the atmosphere of the house, the warm feeling of it, and how welcoming it was. It felt like a real family home, reminding him of his own home back in Glasgow where his own mother kept the house, very welcoming and warm too.

Cassie stepped aside, and broke off to the lounge to speak to her father.

"Dad."

Reggie, her father was a balding man but still built like a strong force that reminded John of his own uncles in Glasgow, stout men but not the tallest they were still very strong men. Reggie was shorter than John, but he was the same build and size as him even in his fifties. He stood from his chair, smiling at his eldest daughter come home and pulled her into a fatherly embrace.

"Sweetheart." He said in a strong Chicago accent.

"You haven't been to see your old-man in almost three months honey. The calls just don't cut it." He said laughing as he turned with Cassie to look at John.

"Daddy, this is John. My boyfriend that I told you and mom about."

Reggie nodded, and walked up to John as if weighing up the man's worth in being with his daughter.

"John, I'm Reggie." 

Reggie put out his hand, and John took it shaking it vigorously.

"Hello Sir, I am pleased to meet you. I was looking forward to meeting Cassie's family."

Reggie smiled, in a warm but strong manner that showed his wrinkles but also his broad jaw and cheeks.

"Well we've been looking forward to meet you, son. I have to admit I've never heard your accent except on television and in movies." 

John smiled.

"Nothing special, Sir."

Reggie smiled, and clapped John on the shoulder.

"Your mom ask you to come and get me, to bring me to the dinner table?" Reggie asked his daughter.

Cassie smiled.

"Pretty much, where's Aisha and Denise?"

Reggie nodded towards the kitchen.

"In there, preparing the dinner. Promise me, you and Aisha will stay friendly tonight. We want a nice dinner, in meeting your new boyfriend honey."

Cassie laughed, and began to walk towards the kitchen.

"I promise, no handbags at dawn I promise." 

She said over her shoulder.

Reggie turned to John, but was still smiling.

"Listen son, I wanted to ask you something."

John nodded, giving his consent.

"Sure, Sir. Ask me anything."

Reggie directed John over to the corner of the room near the television which was on low volume so the girls could not hear their conversation.

"Cassie's just divorced Marcus, now I want to know are your intentions good with my daughter. I am not going to go all father on you, I just want to know you've got her best interests at heart and I'll believe you. But I want to hear it from you, personally."

Reggie stared at John, who nodded in turn and spoke.

"Sir, I promise I never intended to fall for Cassie. It happened unintentionally, but I promise you my intentions with her are sincere. I've fallen for your daughter, and I want to have a real long-term relationship with her."

Reggie nodded, listening to John's words carefully.

"Alright, one other thing. Marcus usually calls this house, to find out what Cassie is up to. Hoping to get her sisters or her mother to tell him something, to let something slip. He hasn't called in a few days, now only one thing would stop that asshole from doing his rounds. Looking at you, you've got form. A man who won't take shit from someone like Marcus, so I'm going to ask you. Did you do something to put Marcus off, from hassling Cassie and us?"

John was surprised at the question, how did her father assume and guess right that he had something to do with Marcus backing down very recently? He looked at Reggie, worried to tell the man he had done something to stop him including threatening his life with a knife.

"Son, I'm not going to judge you or shop you to the cops. Just be honest with me, trust in Cassie that her father will understand."

John thought better than to lie, and sighed as if ready to confess to a murder as he kept an eye on the doorways hoping Cassie didn't listen in.

"I did do something, Mr Bennet. I made it clear to Marcus, one evening to leave Cassie alone and to let her move on since the divorce. I maybe shouldn't have done it, but back home in Glasgow it's they way you deal with men like Marcus. He listened however, and I think he got the message that Cassie had tried in vain to get across to him. He didn't listen to words, so I used my own words to convince him."

John was ready, was Reggie going to call the cops down onto the house and have it arrested. Reggie may have had principles, maybe he liked Marcus more than Cassie's sisters and mother do. Reggie looked at John hard, and spoke.

"And he got the message, he won't be bothering us or her again?"

John nodded.

"I think he'll listen to reason from now on."

Reggie smiled hard, and clapped John on the shoulder again.

"Finally, the little asshole will move on and let her move on because of you. I have to admit, she might have met someone far better than that useless fuck. Come on, let's go see the girls about dinner."

Reggie and John walked together to the kitchen, where the girls were all cooking food and John finally saw Cassie's sisters. 

Now Cassie was right about Aisha, more flamboyant in dressing compared to her and Denise. Aisha had her hair in long dreads, that stopped below her ears now and were styled. She was wearing a short denim mini-skirt, and no nylons; she was bare legged with black heels. She wore a strappy, black top that matched the heels but not the skirt and was tight around her mid-drift.




Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 04



She had dark brown eyes, but a glint of green in them as she turned to look at John and her father in the doorway. Denise was almost exactly as Cassie had described to John, as a very voluptuous big girl, like her mother and Cassie were. She was more demure, modest in dressing like Cassie was wearing a long dark crimson dress, that stopped above her ankles and showed her large breasts, and figure. She wore flat-sole shoes like her mother, and was stirring a pot of food on the stove. Her hair was like Cassie's, long and dark but curled with a faint red tint to it.

The two of them turned, as Cassie was busy seeing to the plates to put on the dining table. Aisha was first, running from the stove to hug John.

"My big sister's new boyfriend, definitely an improvement on Marcus. I'm Aisha." 

Aisha stepped back and John smiled awkwardly.

"I'm John, pleased to meet you."

The moment Aisha heard the accent she was flustered, and grinning wildly.

"Oh my god, you were right his accent is sexy."

Cassie smiled, and rolled her eyes as she put down a plate on the table. The dining table was in the kitchen but in the corner of it, and it was a wide room for a kitchen acting as a dining room as well.

"Where you from exactly, I wanna google it later on." 

Aisha asked, grinning.

"Glasgow, Saracen to be exact. It's an area of the city."

Aisha smiled, and pulled John by his hand towards the dining table and spoke.

"Sit, dinner is coming. Dad you too, mom has already said for us to get you sat down for dinner." 

"Yeah, yeah. I know." 

Reggie laughed, and sat down at the head of the table as John was sat at the right side. Cassie and Denise brought the food to the table, as Aisha continued to cook food on the stove. Veronica returned with clean cutlery, and placed it on the table in front of John and Reggie before going to retrieve bread. Reggie and John talked about John's job, and how he was finding America. Things were progressing, Reggie liked John. 

When the family had first met Marcus, he was never really talkative and looked for reasons to avoid talking to Cassie's family. Cassie knew why now, years later after marrying him seeing as he was hiding a darker side he did not want people to know about. But watching John talk to her father, and her father actually laughing and enjoying the conversation made her feel good, better than she had in the last five years of her life that was for sure.

Reggie seemed to enjoy what John had to say, about his life, his job and how things had gone since meeting Cassie.

Eventually food was served, the girls all sat down and Veronica next to her husband. Denise was the last one, still to speak to John but as Cassie had told him he knew she was a bit shy.

"So John, how are you finding the States?" Aisha asked biting down on a piece of garlic bread.

John smiling eating some of the delicious pasta that had been cooked, it was made with a cheese saw and chunks of chicken and bacon in it. 

"Well I'm enjoying it since arriving, it's different to the UK that's for sure. Getting used to dollars and stuff is a bit difficult, but otherwise yeah I'm loving it here especially since meeting Cassie."

Aisha smiled.

"Has Marcus been giving you guys any trouble, since the divorce?"

John turned, it wasn't Veronica or her father that had spoke. It was Denise.

John had to admit, he thought Denise would have been the last person to speak to him but smiled.

"He did at first, but he's got the message now that Cassie's moved on. We've had no trouble these past few days."

John and Reggie exchanged knowing glances, as the two ate the food on their plates.

Denise nodded, and went quiet again as she ate her own pasta.

"So how long have you two been together, John?" Veronica asked warmly, as she drank her glass of wine.

Cassie and John exchanged their own looks, but John knew what to say if asked this question.

"Well I heard the arguing from the house, when Cassie discovered Marcus had cheated on her. Came over to check up on her, and checked up on her regularly after that."

This was a lie, but John had to convince her family that they had been having a proper relationship and had not met up just over two weeks ago, and after a night out drinking had given into temptation.

"After a few days, we became close. A few times that Marcus came over, to hassle Cassie I was there to support her and make sure he didn't hurt her. He made some threats, here and there but he never did anything. Most of his threats were just idle, but you never know with some people."

John explained, as he drank from his own glass of wine and bit into a forkful of pasta.

"We never did anything, until the divorce was finalised."

This was to put off her family, since no one really knew when Cassie's divorce was finalised. She had given them an earlier date, to coincide with their relationship blossoming.

"Must have been hard for you to keep your hands off of him for so long, sis." 

Aisha said laughing, grinning as she looked at me.

"Aisha, behave yourself." 

Veronica told her mischievous daughter, but even Cassie laughed.

"It was difficult." Cassie said with a giggle.

The food was passing around, wine was being poured into glasses and the atmosphere was joyous for everyone.

"I would have found it near impossible to keep my hands off of him, for so long." 

Aisha winked at John, and then Cassie. 

Cassie knew her sister was being playful and giggled.

"I would have found it hard too." 

Out of left-field, John looked to the voice and it was Denise smiling away as she looked at him.

Everyone laughed, even Veronica but she put on a stern unhappy look.

The meal moved on smoothly, Marcus only came up in conversation a few times. Eventually dessert was served; a rich chocolate pudding with strawberries.

Reggie had gone to watch the sports, and invited John to watch it with him which he accepted. In the kitchen the girls, minus Veronica were cleaning up after the meal together.

Cassie was cleaning dishes, as Denise was standing next to her.

"So, that John is a keeper huh?"

Cassie laughed gently.

"How do you do it, Cass? You've gone from having an asshole of a husband, to bagging a perfect guy like John. What was it, good luck?"

Denise was being friendly, but even Cassie could sense a bit of jealousy. Denise had been single for a few years now, only going on blind dates that never worked out. Most assholes saw her voluptuous size, and gave her no chance. It damaged her confidence severely. Maybe if John had met her, he would have revelled in her voluptuous body and curves which he seemed to love about Cassie's own body.

"I guess, he was just there when I needed him. I never asked for him, D. He was just there, and I don't regret taking that plunge and going for it with him. He's been the best thing in my life, in such a short span of time. He took on Marcus, gave me a chance after such a shitty marriage. He never ran when Marcus came hassling me, he stood up to him."

Denise nodded solemnly, drying the dishes Cassie handed her.

"Not many men would do that."

"Not many at all." Cassie added, after the fact.

John and Reggie was laughing, and talking about sports and the differences between American football and European football, or Soccer as it was called.

Denise had left the kitchen, and Aisha had walked in twirling as she came to rest against the kitchen-top looking at Cassie.

"He's perfect Cass, a handsome bastard for sure. But he also seems nice, something Marcus was not keen on sharing with anyone."

Cassie smiled, Aisha was a wild card but she always seemed to want the best for her older sister. Even with men, she had her reservations about Marcus.

"Nothing bad, that you see with John that you saw with Marcus?" 

Cassie asked her sister, as Aisha looked at John sitting with her father in front of the television.

"Nothing, I saw so much wrong with Marcus but I see none with John. He has a connection with you, I saw Marcus had none with you. He's friendly with dad, and mom and he's just more approachable, more understanding. Cass, never let that man go. He was there when you needed him, be there for him when he needs you. I can see you'll both be very happy for a long time together."

Cassie nodded.

"I'll be there for that man, until the day I die; either with him, or still friends with him."

Cassie looked at John, sitting laughing with her father.

"I love him, Aisha. I fucking love him so much. I don't want to lose him."

Cassie was crying, the idea of losing John as she had lost Marcus to someone else made her cry. Aisha took her sister into a warm embrace.

"You'll not lose him, Cass. Marcus chose to cheat on you, I don't see him ever doing that to you by choice. Just be there for him, when he needs you and you'll never lose him."

Aisha rubbed her sister's back warmly, to comfort her.

"You will not lose him, make sure you never lose him. Do not take no for an answer from him, over anything. Love him, support him. You'll not lose him." 

Aisha whispered into her sister's ear.

Slowly they broke their embrace, as Aisha wiped her big sister's tears away by hand.

"Come on, don't let him see you cry."

Cassie smiled through the tears, her eyes moist.

The sisters laughed, and went back to the dishes talking about how things had been going between her and John lately.

Eventually Denise joined them again.

"It's not fair."

Cassie and Aisha turned to their youngest sister, who was frowning.

"What isn't?" Cassie asked her.

"This, you had Marcus and I know he was an evil asshole but you were married at least. Now you have a better, nicer man and you'll probably marry him. I'm still alone, unmarried. No one wants me, but they all seem to want you two. It's not fair." 

Without warning Denise stormed out of the kitchen leaving her sisters alone.

"What was that about?" 

Cassie asked Aisha.

"She's been single for a long time now, Cass. The Danny guy she was dating about three years ago, used her for sex. The next day he wouldn't answer her calls, or anything. She's lonely I guess, you've been married, I almost got married. You have John, and I can go out there and hook up with any of my ex's. Denise is alone, it's not fair for her but it's not your fault."

Cassie went quiet, thinking about her youngest sister's life. Denise had been alone for so long, and now Cassie was with a great guy. She could see why her sister was so angry, so jealous at life.

Eventually with the dishes washed, and put away Cassie knew Denise had gone to her bedroom stating she was tired. Everyone went into the lounge, and watched the news together. 

Everyone was happy, and by 9pm everyone said their goodbyes and John and Cassie began the journey home in the car together. 

As they found themselves about an hour from the town, John had noticed Cassie had been silent for most of the journey to the town already. 

"Cass, babe. What's wrong?"

Cassie looked at John driving them through the night, along the high-way.

"Nothing, just some things with my sister."

John took the chance to look at Cassie in the darkness of the car.

"Aisha, or Denise?"

Cassie was quiet for a moment staring out the car window.

"Denise, she's sort of jealous about us; you and me. Jealous about me meeting you, getting you. She's also jealous about Aisha, who has the charm to get a guy quickly."

John nodded.

"Did you two argue, in the house?"

Cassie swung her head.

"No, but she was upset and said those sorts of things. She's been alone for a while, three years since the last guy who took advantage of her for sex and then dropped her."

John spoke, as he steered the car into another lane.

"I don't know why, she's attractive enough. I don't see why guys aren't interested in her." 

Cassie nodded, seeing that she was right. Something about her body enticed John, with her curves she had no trouble with him. Denise had bigger curves, but still attractive.

"She's not too big, for you? I mean if you weren't dating me."

John laughed.

"But I am dating you, Cass."

"I mean if you weren't, would you?"

John thought about it, to him it was an obvious answer. Denise was bigger perhaps, thicker body than Cassie's slightly but still pretty, and with a body like hers she'd show a man a fun night easily. Thinking back to the dinner, the red crimson dress clung to her chest. She must have had bigger breasts than Cassie, or similar in size at least. He also saw that she had thick, womanly legs and thighs and liked to wear nylons. He knew this since when she got out from her chair at dinner, he saw her legs shine slightly. She either wore tights or stockings under her dress tonight.

To have been honest, if he wasn't dating Cassie but had met Denise he would have gone for it with her, without question.

"Yeah, I mean if I hadn't met you I would have babe. Your sister's a nice girl, she'll meet a guy who sees perhaps what I see."

Cassie smiled, John was being honest. He loved Cassie, but he was honest; he would have fucked her younger sister had he not met her and had met Denise instead. It meant nothing, she had put him on the spot. But it made her feel better that a man saw the beauty in her younger sister, even if Denise didn't see it herself.

The rest of the journey was quiet, as Cassie fell asleep in her seat. She would wake up an hour later as John pulled the car into the driveway of her house, and to bed they would go.

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Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 05



Two days had passed since the successful dinner with Cassie's parents, and John had gone back to work but was coming straight over to Cassie's after he finished work. It was almost 1:35pm, and Cassie was dressed for the day thinking about John coming home tonight to her. 

She was dressed for what the day brought her, wearing a pair of figure-hugging jeans, flat-sole shoes for being in the house, and a simple red t-shirt. Cassie was busy making some lunch for herself, and just enjoying the day when the door bell rang. 

Cassie turned in the direction of the front door, with her plate of chicken pasta and she feared the worst. What if it was Marcus? Coming to hassle her or worse, knowing John was away at work.

"Oh God, please don't let it be him."

Cassie said slowly approaching the front door warily, she took hold of the door knob and turned it before pulling the door open.

Where she feared he would stand, snarling and prepared to hurt her it wasn't him but her younger sister Denise.

She was standing there, wearing a simple pair of black trousers and matching blouse. Her hair was curled like it was the night Cassie and John had eaten with her. She stood there holding her hands awkwardly.

"Denise, honey what are you doing here?" 

Denise smiled, but she had obviously been crying before Cassie saw her.

"I'm sorry to drop in on you, Cass. I just wanted to talk to you about the dinner, and explain why I was the way I was."

Cassie knew it was about how Denise had reacted to her being with John, and how everyone including Denise actually liked him.

"Sure come on in, I have some lunch cooked if you're hungry." 

Denise walked into the house, as Cassie followed her. Cassie closed the door behind them, as Denise sat down the kitchen on one of the chairs.

"I wanted to apologise for how I acted at the dinner with mom and dad, I guess I just couldn't see past some things. John seems really nice, Cass."

Cassie smiled, and sitting across from her sister held her hand.

"You don't need to apologise about anything, Denise. I understand that maybe I was a bit too forward with John, and stuff that night."

Denise nodded.

"I guess, I've been alone for so long... everyone has someone. I don't mean to be jealous about you two, but seeing how happy he makes you. I just wish someone gave me a chance, like him."

Cassie saw her youngest sister, she needed someone, a man who would appreciate her. Maybe John knew someone at work, Denise could date.

"Maybe, but I can't promise you anything. John may have a friend at work, or a family member who may come and visit him. Maybe a cousin of his or something, I'll ask for you."

Denise laughed gently, looking up at Cassie.

"Even if he knew someone, look at me. I'm a fat fucking pig, no one would want me." 

Denise looked down at her hands, and began to cry.

"Well listen, I'm going to tell you this but it is in good spirit. I asked John, when we were on our way home after the dinner if he found you attractive. He told me he did, and if he hadn't met me and had met you instead he would have asked you out."

Cassie was cautious about telling her sister this, since she worried in case she took it too much to heart and maybe attempted to seduce John.

"Really, what would he even see in me?" 

Denise was smiling, wiping away the tears.

"Well, he likes you and me being curvy women. He likes curves, voluptuous women. He doesn't seem to be a fan of skinny women."

Denise smiled, even giggling.

"So he likes our sizes, he wouldn't find Aisha that attractive?"

That was a question Cassie didn't want to ask, Aisha wasn't voluptuous but she had curves and a very athletic body. She didn't want to ever ask John if he ever found Aisha attractive, afraid of his honest answer. Without asking, Marcus had made it clear when he was drunk many times he wished he had fucked Aisha, and married her instead of Cassie. Aisha would tell him to drop dead, and that she'd never marry a man like him. She always meant it, because Marcus would get angry at her rejection.

"Well I don't think I'll ever ask him that."

Cassie told Denise, with a giggle.

They spent the next couple of hours talking, Cassie brewed Coffee for them both and they talked about life and how things were for Denise. Cassie discovered about the last guy she had dated Danny, had used her for sex and had dropped her like a hot-potato and didn't answer her texts or calls after that. He had even passed around his friends in the area, about how she was a slut in bed for him and he had done everything to her, and she had let him.

By the time the early evening arrived, almost 5pm they had gone through dozens of cups of coffee, and had eaten a meal together. It was a warm atmosphere, Cassie had forgotten how close her and Denise had once been and this reminded her of those times.

They were drinking a glass of red wine, when the front door opened with a cling and clang of the key turning in the the door's lock. Cassie had given only one person the spare key to the house, and she smiled knowing it was John coming back from work.

Cassie smiled seeing John walk into the house, shutting the door behind him. He was wearing his work blazer, white shirt and smart trousers. He wasn't wearing a tie, it was shoved in his blazer top pocket. He looked tired, but smiled seeing Cassie. 

"Hey babe, how was work?" 

John smiled putting down his bag near the front door.

"Good, long day but otherwise a smooth one. Just a few sites to oversee."

As he turned into the kitchen he saw Denise, sitting at the kitchen counter and smiled.

"Hey, Denise. Good to see you."

Denise smiled, and looked at her sister.

"Hey, John."

Cassie noticed her younger sister was shy, and smiling.

John went into the bedroom, and put away his blazer since he was keeping some clothes at Cassie's house, and she had some in his house. He came out of her bedroom soon enough, in just his shirt and trousers.

Cassie noticed that Denise couldn't even take her eyes off of him, it made her slightly uncomfortable.

He sat down with the two in the kitchen, and Cassie poured him a cup of Coffee.

"So what have you two girls been up to?"

John asked them both smiling, as he cupped his Coffee in his hand.

"Not much, Denise came over and we had Coffee and talked like when we were younger."

Cassie told him smiling, as she poured Denise another cup of Coffee.

"Yeah, before Marcus."

Denise added smiling.

Cassie sensed leaving Denise alone with John, could be dangerous but had to go and take out her dry laundry from the dryer. 

"I'll be right back, got to get the clothes out of the dryer." 

Cassie left the pair alone, as they continued to drink their Coffee.

"So, Cass told me you thought I was attractive."

John turned slowly to look at Denise, and swallowed hard. 

Why did Cassie even tell Denise such a thing?

"Emm well yeah, sure you're a pretty girl Denise." 

John said it in an unconvincing way, it wasn't that he was lying it was that he was uncomfortable talking about it.

"Come on, stop avoiding it John. You either think I'm attractive, or I really am just a fat pig."

John looked at the doorway he knew was the laundry room, he wanted Cassie to return so badly to avoid talking about this.

"If I'm a fat pig, John. Just say." 

Denise said dropping her head and let it hang as she looked down at her Coffee.

"No you're not, you're a very attractive woman Denise."

Denise perked up, and looked at him.

"Prove it, tell me what makes me attractive in your opinion?"

John was breathing hard, he loved Cassie and he wasn't going to fuck things up by taking advantage of Denise.

"Your body."

Denise laughed.

"More than that, what about my body."

John sipped his Coffee, he felt uncomfortable but avoiding her question would make her keep asking him over and over again. Better to have a pair of balls, and tell her so she stopped asking him. He loved Cassie, but he had to stop her asking these questions.

He turned to her, both calm and no longer breathing hard.

"Your arse."

Denise was surprised, he was no longer acting uncomfortable but more calm as if he was stating a fact.

"My arse?"

"Your ass, or butt as you'd call it, Denise."

Now it was time for Denise to turn a bit red in surprise.

"What about it?"

John knew about her body, he had seen it at dinner and knew how to cut this question off at the knees.

"It's just nice, Denise. Can we leave it at that please."

Denise was becoming wet, hearing him call her body as nice and even tight.

"So you like my ass, John?"

John kept calm, he loved Cassie more than anything in the world.

"Denise please, can we please leave it at that."

"But you like my ass, right?"

Cassie was listening in, from the doorway of the laundry and John wasn't aware. She didn't want to lose him, not to Denise. But she noticed as she watched, John was keeping his eyes on the Coffee.

"It's very nice, but it's more than about a woman's body. You're also a good woman."

Denise wanted more, and risking her sister finding out unaware Cassie was watching got off her chair and turned her back to John.

"I like you, John. I really like you."

Denise said in a whisper.

Cassie wanted to cry, wanted to burst into tears. She was going to lose John.

"I don't like you in that way, Denise. I am sorry, but I love Cassie. She means a lot to me, and I won't risk losing that."

Denise wanted to cry, John was rejecting her.

"What is it about me, am I so repugnant to men?"

Denise began to cry, Cassie saw it and saw John was conflicted as he turned from his Coffee.

"Denise, it's nothing like that. You're a very nice, attractive woman that a man would call himself a lucky bastard to be with."

Denise looked up at John, smiling through her tears at his comment.

"But it's not me, I dream about Cassie when I'm at home alone, all I ever look forward to is being with her."

Cassie smiled, hiding away listening intently. The way John spoke about her, uplifted her and made her feel something she hadn't felt in a long time; cared and loved by someone other than her family.

Denise nodded, lowering her head.

"Denise, I may know some guys at work. Maybe I can set you up with one, I think I can find one that will treat you right. If not and I can't find anyone at work, I do have a cousin. He's always wanted to visit the States, so I may invite him over to meet you. If you'd be open to the idea, that is."

Denise was beaming, smiling as she tried to wipe away the tears by hand. Cassie watched, as she saw John do something very nice, and meaningful for her sister. She knew she loved him, for everything he did for her and her family.

"I'd like that, John. Thank you so much."

John smiled, and she hugged John. But Cassie saw nothing to worry about, keeping a gap between him and her, he quickly hugged her and she pulled away.

Cassie turned on the dryer for the new load inside, and left the laundry room and came into the kitchen smiling.

"Damn dryer, can be a problem sometimes to get working."

So with a calmer moment, the trio had another Coffee and spoke about how Cassie and Denise's parents were, and how Aisha was doing in her new job at a bank. Aisha had struck gold with a new job at one of the banks in Chicago, and had been a clerk for almost a week and she was loving the job, and the pay.

By the end of the Coffee's, Cassie was washing the cups as Denise told her she had better get back to Chicago, with the long drive home to look forward to. Denise said her goodbyes, and was gone after thanking John for looking to finding her a date at his workplace.

Cassie and John were now alone in the kitchen, and sitting together.

"You did a good thing, for my sister."

John looked at Cassie.

"About finding her a guy, at your work I mean."

John was shocked, Cassie had overheard everything in the kitchen from the laundry room.

"You overheard?"

Cassie smiled.

"Yeah, and I saw that you weren't interested. I won't say anymore, but I know you love me. And you will not lose me, John."

John smiled, playing with his hand on the kitchen tabletop.

"I'll find someone at my work, they'll be a guy who'll be interested to go out on a date with her."

Cassie smiled and squeezed his hand.

"Cass, there's something else too."

Cassie smiled, thinking it was a pleasant surprise.

"What is it?"

John's smile waned.

"I need to go to Boston, for a conference for my company."

Cassie's heart waned, and fell.

"For how long?"

"About a fortnight, I'll be put up in a hotel for the time there in the city. It's a conference about the company's policies, and shit like that."

Cassie was stunned, she wasn't going to see John for two weeks. It broke her heart, and then the paranoia set in. What if one of his female colleagues tried to seduce him, would he do something knowing that Cassie couldn't prove it. 

"Cassie, what's wrong?" 

John asked, seeing the uncertainty on Cassie's face.

"It's a while, not seeing you John."

John turned in his chair, to face Cassie and took her hands.

"Cass, there's nothing to fear. I'll be calling you every night, every chance I get when the crappy conference takes a break I'll be on the phone to you. If you overheard me and Denise, you saw I was not interested. I was only interested in you, now I wouldn't risk that in Boston. I don't even know the city babe, I'll probably stay in the city mile and stick to it."

Cassie nodded, still unsure but feeling better as he tried to convince her to trust him. 

"You mean that?"

John smiled, and held her hands to his chest.

"I'm not Marcus, Cass. You can actually trust me. I won't cheat on you, ever not for anyone. I came here for you, I wanted you from Marcus. Now I have you, I will not lose you. Please trust me, Cass. Every day I'm there, every night I'll be calling you, texting you."

Cassie nodded once more, and felt John gently lift her chin so she was looking into his face.

"Trust me, Cass. I will stay faithful to you."

Cassie managed to smile, even if it was a weak one at best. 

They sat down to watch television together, and kissed and cuddled as John wasn't flying out until the morning to Boston. The reason for such a long duration for the conference was that the company was undergoing a policy, ownership and structural change that John was invited to be part of, and was possibly looking at a promotion at the company but would not be leaving the town he lived in, if he got it. It made Cassie feel relieved, she wasn't going to lose John to a promotion at work at least.

The consultation of the company was the main point of the conference, members of the company from all over the world were also invited to make their views and opinions on the company clear to the owners, and other international partners.

The rest of the night, they made love twice before falling asleep but not before setting alarms so John had time to wash, and pack his things before he drove to Chicago airport to get his domestic flight to Boston. Cassie made sure to enjoy every minute with John, they barely even slept as they fucked, cuddled and lay together talking in bed. But by 6am, John was up and in his house showering, before packing things for the trip.

Cassie made sure he had her mobile phone number, and told him to constantly text and call her when he got the chances to. She even kissed him as she made him promise to call, and text her. She almost jumped his bones, and tried to make love to him one last time before he left to shower. She held off, as he promised once he returned from Boston he wasn't going anywhere for a very long time again, and would be spending lots of time with her to make things up to her.

She waited, washing herself and dressing before waiting for John who came over one last time at 8am to kiss her goodbye, before driving to the airport.

A Few Days Later, McCreary's Bar, 9:35pm

A few days after John had left for Boston, Cassie had time to think about things and constantly call and text John once he landed in Boston. By the end of the first night, John called Cassie and they spoke for almost two hours. According to John, the conference had an attendance of about three hundred members of the company who had attended.

Apparently the first two days, was more about registering complaints or ideas for the company, that would be used in the next few days of the conference.

By the forth day, Cassie waited eagerly for John to call and as he promised he called her that night, and they spoke for almost three hours about the conference and anything else on one another's minds.

By the fifth evening, Stacy had come around to ask Cassie to come out for a drink with her to get out of the house at least. John would understand her going out with Stacy for a drink, to clear her mind.

"Come on girl, he won't mind you going out for a drink. I'm sure he'll just like to hear your voice, and you can call him in the bar."

Cassie had to admit, she needed to get out of the house. She was going stir-crazy, thinking about John.

"Yeah, he said last night that he didn't want me lying around the house waiting for his evening calls. I need to spend some time with you Stacy, and get out of the house for an hour or two."

Stacy smiled, and told Cassie to go get dressed.

She dressed simple, she wanted to feel comfortable tonight and wore a pair of simple faded jeans, and a black blouse with some snappy heels. With her hair blow-dried and curled, they went out to McCreary's bar together. It was partly empty, but it was a week-night and it was almost 9pm. 

As they entered, Cassie went to find a table as Stacy went to get them both a drink from the bar.

Cassie felt better, and checked her phone and saw John had text her.

'Hey babe, I'm just getting some grub with some of the lads in a restaurant near the hotel then I'm on my way back to my room, love John.'

Cassie loved reading his British grammar and such in his texts and calls, and replied to him.

'I'm at McCrearys, with Stacy. We r just having a drink babe. Call me when you're in ur room. Love Cass.'

She giggled as she sent him the text. Her phone vibrated, and she checked another text from John.

'Enjoy yourself babe :) just stay safe with Stacy, I'll call once I'm in the hotel room.'

Cassie smiled, and put the phone away as she waited for Stacy to return to the table with their drinks.

"Was that John?" 

Stacy asked Cassie, seeing her put her phone away as she put the glasses of Sangria in front of Cassie, and her own on the table.

"Yeah, he's grabbing some food with his friends then he'll go back to his hotel room."

Stacy smiled.

"See, I told you he'd not mind us going for a drink. That conference must be keeping him busy."

They both laughed, and drank their drinks as they talked about how the last few days had been for Cassie. It had been hard the last few days since John had left, but she had made-do with his calls and texts.

"Babe, you need to find a job or something. It'll make the day easier, instead of waiting all day long for John to finish work."

Cassie knew she was right, even John had said it was perhaps a good idea to find a job to do during the day, and perhaps give her a reason to go out of the house more often.

"I'll look at the internet, see if I can find some local work."

Stacy smiled, and drank her Sangria.

As they talked over their drinks, Stacy told Cassie she had been dating a new guy for about a fortnight, he was from New York. He had been visiting Stacy in the town, and she went to New York by train twice already to meet with him. Cassie went up to the bar, to buy two more drinks and as she turned from the bar she almost stumbled into Tony. He must have come into the bar, while her and Stacy were sat at the table at the back of the bar.




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."




Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 05



Cassie quickly stood up, and turned to John, theatrically trying to cover her ass with her hands and face John so he couldn't see her.

"That is vulgar, John!"

John grinned.

"What's wrong, your boyfriend wouldn't like me talking about you like that. Is he the jealous type?"

"I-I-I do not have a boyfriend."

Cassie was stammering, on purpose of course for his benefit as she tried in vain to cover her chest with her hands seeing John staring at her breasts.

"Shame, you'd be a brilliant lover wouldn't you. Try new things, kinky outfits and let me dominate you."

"Stop it!"

Cassie was breathing hard, but she was wet hearing how vulgar and dirty John was speaking.

"I need your help, I don't get what this paragraph says in my book."

John picked up the notepad, pretending it was a book. Cassie saw this and understood the scene.

"You want me to actually teach you something, that makes a change for once." 

Cassie breathed hard, and walked over to him and stood over him.

"Show me the page."

John turned the page with her note over, and found a blank page and pointed to it. 

"This paragraph, Ms Bennet."

She was about to take the notepad from him, but John moved it so it was to his side.

"Lean over, Ms Bennet. I want to see what you point to in the paragraph."

"Alright."

Cassie leant over slowly at the waist, and leaned down to the notepad in John's hands.

"Show me what part, John."

He pointed absently at an area of the blank page, and Cassie leant forward more. As she did, John ran his hand out and behind her ass. 

"John, I don't see what you don't understand here."

Without warning, John slapped Cassie's ass with his bare palm that made her fall forward onto his lap sideways. Laying on his knees on her front, her ass was positioned in his lap, and she gasped.

"John, no!"

John was holding her there, and with one hand was squeezing and roughly mauling her ass through her skirt.

John was playing along, if she didn't want him to do this she'd break character. So John began to pull her pencil down at her waist, as it was too tight to push up her legs.

She tried to push herself out of his lap, but continued to play the helpless teacher character as her skirt began to come down over her hips showing John her garter belt, suspenders and fishnets in red Crimson colour. Finally down under her knees he saw she had a matching, red thong that looked both transparent at it's front and the back.

"You came dressed like this, Ms Bennet? You must be fucking one of the male teachers at school."

John laughed playing with her bare buttocks, mauling them and playing with them. He parted them, spread them wide open around the thong.

Cassie was breathing hard, gasping as if she was losing the fight with this horny, unruly student of hers.

"No John, I'm you teacher! Stop this!"

John spread her ass cheeks wide open, and found her pussy and finding how wet she was he slid two fingers inside her womanhood.

"Ah God, no John. Not like this."

John was sliding his fingers in and out of her, like a saw. As he withdrew his fingers they were coated in her juices.

"Say you don't want this, tell me and I'll let you go. Tell me, Ms Bennet. Ever since you started teaching me, you've wanted me to do this to you."

Cassie clenched her teeth, and shook and convulsed as she felt her orgasm coming from his prodding fingers.

"Yes, yes I want this John. Out of character, I want you John. I've missed you so-so-so much these two weeks. Take me."

Cassie was breaking character, and John knew it was time for him to do the same too.

She felt John slide another finger, making that three inside her as she finger-fucked her. 

"You wore this all for me, Cass?"

"Yes, John. All for you, I've wanted you so badly these past two weeks. It's driven me up the wall, waiting for you to come home."

"I'm home, Cass. Home for you."

John helped Cass up from his lap, and she sat up in his lap. Her skirt was gone. Leaving her in only her lingerie, ankle boots and the shirt. Cassie took the spectacles off, and put them aside on sofa and turned to kiss John passionately now as juices oozed from between her thighs.

No longer a time for games, Cassie was frantic for passion and as their lips met her hands scratched at John's chest and back through his shirt, hungrily.

"Get that fucking shirt off now, before I tear it off with my teeth."

As she said that, she kissed John passionately as the moist, sounds of their lips meeting echoed around the lounge.

"Tear it off me, just as I tore your skirt off."

Cassie grinned, seductively nibbling her bottom lip as she leaned down and with her hands she took hold of his shirt lapels, and tore them outwards tearing the shirt and sending buttons everywhere until she saw his naked chest. She dived in, licking his nipples and biting on his skin, but not really hurting him. It was a prickling, pinching sensation but nothing more.

He moved to her own shirt, but instead of tearing it he hurriedly unbuttoned it. She slipped out of it, and threw it aside so John could see her breasts encased in a red Crimson bra that looked like it was barely able to accommodate her breasts.

"Own me."

Cassie's words were a whisper, but John understood them. 

"On your knees."

Cassie slid from his lap and onto the carpet floor on her knees now only in her lingerie and boots. 

John stood in front of her, over her in just his work trousers and shoes.

"Hands behind your back, let me control your mouth."

Cassie nodded, and obediently put her hands behind her back.

John began to undo his belt around his waist, but only used one hand and placed the other on the back of Cassie's head.

Slowly she watched, as the belt came loose and he pulled it through the loops of his trousers before throwing it aside.

"Use my mouth, for your fat cock."

John smiled and pushed Cassie's face into his bulge, right where her mouth touched his bulge and she licked, and pressed against it as if hungry for it. John's bulge was big, and pressing it into Cassies' mouth widened her jaw until she felt as if he was pushing the end of a baseball bat into her mouth.

Her lips were moist, as was her mouth and eventually a ton of saliva of hers was wetting the crotch of his trousers. He pulled her back momentarily, as she looked up at him with hungry eyes gasping for more.

John unzipped his trousers roughly, and pulling them down until his boxers showed, he pushed his free hand inside and pulled out his thick, erect cock. It hit her in the face, landing between her mouth and nose and she gasped at the girth, and smell of it. She had missed him, and his cock.

"Open wide."

Cassie opened her mouth, as far as her jaw would allow and without warning his thick, cock-head entered her mouth and went straight to the back of her throat hitting her gag reflex. She gasped, and gagged but John held her firmly as he slammed in and out of her throat face-fucking her.

Cassie's eyes were wide, and watery as she looked up at the man ramming his cock down her throat as if she was a sex-slave. She loved it, but only because it was John doing it. A few minutes passed, as she let him work out his own pent-up sexual frustrations on her mouth and throat before he released her head. He wasn't going to waste cumming inside her mouth, he wanted to put his seed elsewhere in her.

"Let's go, I'm taking you to the bedroom."

Cassie giggled, as she got her breath back and wiped some of the saliva and pre-cum from her face and mouth. He lifted her into his arms as she was, and carried her to the bedroom with his trousers hanging around his knees.

"You better get those trousers off, or you'll trip."

Cassie said giggling as she was carried into her own bedroom.

He lay her on her back on the bed, and kicked off his shoes before doing the same to his trousers and boxers.

Cassie already had her bra off, and her breasts swung freely as she watched John mount her bed.

"Come here." She said imitating a cat meowing.

He smiled, and slid across the sheets to her as she took his face in her two hands and kissed him passionately before planting smaller kisses on his neck.

"Get inside me now, before I put you inside me."

Cassie said grinning.

John smiled and pushed her back firmly, but playfully onto her back and spread her legs wide open to pull down her red Crimson thong over her stockings and off. Her pussy was smooth, she had shaven it for John.

"You like it? It's smooth so you can get your tongue inside me and I can see that beautiful cock of yours slide inside me."

John laughed.

"I fucking love it, Cass."

"Well get down there, show me how much you love it."

Cassie giggled, as she shuffled around to let John between her legs. He moved in and leaned in close with his face, and took in her scent. Her juices were flowing from her lips, gushing down onto the bed sheets. He leaned even closer, and pushed his tongue out to touch her womanhood's lips, and tasted her sweet juices.

She shivered, and flinched at the touch of his warm, prodding tongue.

He did the same, but this time pressed his entire tongue against her slit before joining his mouth over it, and sucked in her juices making her convulse.

"Oh God, keep that up I'll squirt in your face."

John laughed, breathing warm air onto her pussy.

"Go ahead, I plan to explode inside you, and on you. I have a lot of pent-up seed, I haven't masturbated for almost the entire two weeks I was gone."

Cassie was surprised, he hadn't masturbated to the thought of her and had actually preseved himself for her upon coming home. She smiled, thinking of all of the bottled up seed he had inside his sac, waiting to empty into her or onto her.

"You animal, you must have a lot of cum for me."

John laughed.

"Wait and see, there's a lot I have stored up for you."

She shivered at the thought, as John continued to probe her cunt with his tongue, even sliding the tip of his tongue inside her and licking her clitoris.

Cassie took the time to undo the bun in her hair, and let her hair out fully and free onto the pillows under her head.

"Mouth, get that thing in my mouth again until I choke on it." 

John smiled, and obliged Cassie as he moved his knees to either side of her head, and positioned his cock at her wide open mouth, that she held open for him. 

He pushed forwards, as his thick cock slid back into her mouth as he knelt over her. Cassie let it hit the back of her throat again, until a bulge in her throat appeared.

Down her throat, his cock disappeared until she began to choke and gag as the tip of his cock pressed past her gag reflex, and actually into her throat. John saw Cassie look up at him, and adhering to her last request took hold of her head firmly, and began to push deeper inch by inch into her mouth, as more of his cock-head passed into her actual throat.

Cassie never flinched away, even as she choked, her eyes watering up looking at John's face. He saw her eyes clench shut, in discomfort and pulled out of her throat at that moment. She began to cough, and gag trying to breath again.

"Jesus fucking Christ, that thing was thick."

John nodded settling on his knees between her thighs this time, holding his cock aimed at her pussy.

"Stick it in me, and fuck me until I black out."

John grinned, and shuffled forwards to press his cock to Cassie's pussy and slid inside without effort. 

She gasped, and squirmed as she felt his cock enter her.

She slid her fishnet-clad legs around his waist, and pulled him into her as he slid fully inside her.

"Oh, fuck. Yes John, fuck me."

In and out he pushed and pulled, slamming into her with his fully weight as his balls slapped her buttocks with each thrust.

She was kissing him, resting her face between his neck and shoulder as she let him ravage her, and fuck her into the mattress.

Every few moments he'd lean down and take her breasts into his mouth, sucking on her nipple as he continued to hammer her into the bed.

Eventually his movements slowed, and she knew was going to explode inside her with almost two week's worth of semen. She laid back, spreading her legs open in waiting as she watched his face contort, and he grunted as she felt his liquid fill her up.

"Oh yes." 

Cassie was breathing so hard, her entire body was covered in sweat as was John's.

There was a lot of his seed, so much it was drooling out of her onto her stockings, and bedding. He had saved up a lot of it, over the last past few days.

"Come on, lay with me until you're ready again."

Cassie directed John to lay on his side with her in front of him, and held her around the waist as his spent cock was pressed up against her ass, making it wet with his seed. It wasn't long until John was ready to go again, less than ten minutes and he was rock hard pressed up against her ass.

"Ready for more?"

John asked smiling.

Cassie smiled, and they made love again and again until the night when they fell asleep together in bed.



Yearning to Be Loved Ch. 06



The shot rang out, one single bullet in the middle of the night.

"Get the fuck out, now Marcus! Get out of my home, or I'll shoot again!"

It had happened, finally. Marucs had broken into the house, as Cassie was watching television. John was working late, and was not going to be home with her for another hour. At about 10:35pm Cassie had heard a noise, coming from one of the house's rear windows.

Wearing her long sleep dress, dark purple in colour she slipped on a pair of slippers and made her way to the window she heard the noise coming from.

She was almost at the door of the room the noise was coming from, when a thought crossed her mind. Why go into this situation, unarmed when the intruder was probably armed themselves. She instead ran as quietly as she could to her bedroom, and opening the closet she found the box with the gun in she had bought for protection. She opened the chamber, all six bullets were loaded and she closed it again. Gripping it, she remembered what the manual said; to use both hands to grip the gun, and how to handle the gun. She quietly crept out of the bedroom, and the noise was no longer coming from the room where the window was, but the lounge.

When she slowly rounded the corner, she saw it was Marcus in the light of the television and nearby lamp.

On instinct alone, she extended her arms straight aiming the gun at Marcus and pulled back the hammer.

"Get out of my house!"

She fired, and the shot hit the wall behind him which was directly behind the television.

"Get the fuck out, now Marcus! Get out of my home, or I'll shoot again!"

Marcus turned, and saw his ex-wife holding a gun at him. He thought anger and rage, could subdue her.

"You stupid cunt! You could have killed me! Now put the gun down, before I really hurt you Cass."

"Call me that again, and I'll shoot you dead. The courts won't try me, for defending my home."

Marcus thought the brutish attitude, would made Cassie cower and drop her gun but she was different – a different woman. She wasn't afraid of him, and the look in her eyes told him she was willing to kill him if he didn't leave.

"This is my home, bitch! I paid for everything!"

"It's mine now, go and be with your bimbo and leave me and John to be together in peace!"

"You little cunt!"

Marcus began to advance on her, and Cassie fired again, but not at the wall. She aimed the gun this time, at his knee and fired.

The single bullet struck him in his right knee, and he fell to the floor screaming in pain as he clutched at his bloody knee.

Cassie kept the gun trained on Marcus, but managed to get to her mobile phone and dialled 911. When the operator answered, Cassie relayed everything. That she had shot Marcus in self-defence, after he broke into the house. That he advanced on her in an aggressive, and angry manner and she had shot him in the knees to defend herself but not to kill him.

The operator told Cassie, a patrol unit was en route and told her to stay on the line. Within five minutes, as Marcus was still clutching his wounded knee and cursing Cassie with many different names and expletives, including the word cunt the Police arrived.

By the time they arrived, the ambulance was not far away either. With everyone on the scene, the Police took the gun from Cassie and began to question her as Marcus was treated by paramedics. It was at this same time, with sirens blinking and Police all over the house that John came home, and went over to the house.

The Police explained to Cassie, she had to come to the Police station and undergo more questioning but that she was not going to be put into handcuffs. As she was loaded into the patrol car, she saw John standing in his suit looking at her.

"Babe, what happened?"

Cassie smiled.

"I finally got him, he came into my home, and tried to attack me. So I shot him in the knee."

John was surprised, but looked over in the night air to see John being loaded into the back of an ambulance, with two Police officers getting in with him.

"I'm coming to the station."

One of the officers looked at him, and spoke.

"Are you a friend or relative of Ms Bennet, Sir?"

"I'm her boyfriend, it's OK I'll drive there in my car."

The officer nodded, and told him to follow them since John didn't know where the Police station was exactly having never had to go there before.

John hopped into his car, and followed the patrol car to the other side of the town to the Police station. As the patrol car drove into the back of the station, through a security gate John parked his car outside and went into reception.

The wait in reception was long, John found a place on a bench and waited. It wasn't his first time in a Police station, he had bailed out many of his family in British Police stations, or waited for them to be released. This station was no different to them.

In the hours that he waited, Cassie was questioned over and over again as tests were done on the gun and detectives searched the house, and such.

It was early morning, almost 8am and John had called into his boss to explain he was either not going to be at work today, or he was going to be late due to an emergency.

Eventually as he was snoozing away on the bench, the security door at reception that led to the back of the station opened and Cassie was escorted out by a man with black hair, dressed in a suit. John assumed he was a detective, investigating Cassie's case.

"For the time being, you''re released. Because of the charge of Marcus breaking into your house, and you of course being recently divorced, and earlier issues with him he's going to be held at the local hospital until we're sure how we'll proceed in charging him for breaking and entering, and the threats he made against you."

Cassie nodded, wearing her sleep dress but with a dark coat over it that the officers allowed her to bring with her to the station. Cassie saw John, and thanked the detective who nodded and disappeared back through the security door.

The two of them just looked at each other, and John walked over to her and held her by the shoulders as they left the station for his car.

They didn't say anything to each other, as they got into the car and John began to drive them home.

Eventually Cassie broke the silence.

"You waited for me, in the station. What about your work?"

John smiled as he steered the car.

"I called in, told them I was either not coming in because of an emergency or I was taking the day off."

Cassie nodded, and John felt her hand touch and squeeze his thigh almost thanking him in her own way. 

Eventually they reached home, but the Police still had the house cordoned off and John sighed.

"I forgot about that, let's see if the officers will allow you to get some clothes and come over to mine."

Cassie agreed, and they crossed the street to Cassie's house where a patrol car was parked and two officers were watching over the house.

"Guys, we were hoping to get some clothes from inside if it was possible."

The officers looked at one another, as John stood waiting.

"You can go in soon sir, but not right now. We're waiting for forensics, they'll be here soon and probably by tonight they'll clear the cordon and allow her back inside."

John sighed, and thanked the officers.

Cassie and John re-crossed the street to John's house shoulder to shoulder.

"It's OK, I still have some clean clothes of yours in my bedroom. We just have to wait a few hours, babe."

Cassie just nodded, holding John's arm warmly. Inside the house, Cassie was about to go into John's bedroom to see what clothes she had last left there, but decided she could wait a while longer in her dress and blouse and sat down on the sofa.

"So what happened?" John asked, sitting down and handing Cassie a cup of ready Coffee and drank his own.

"He just came in, through one of the rear windows. I went to get my gun, and when I came out of my bedroom he was in the lounge. I told him to leave, and fired my gun at the wall. He then got violent, aggressive with me and called me a cunt, so I shot him in the knee when he came towards me."

John sighed.

"I didn't think he'd go as far as that, not when he knew you had a gun in the house."

Cassie breathed a sigh of her own.

"He didn't believe me when I told him, so he thought I was bluffing and came after me."

John nodded, drinking his Coffee.

"I got him, for everything he ever did to me. Alright it was just a bullet to the knee, but his face. I savoured it, he was frightened of me."

John laughed.

"Well of course he was, you shot him. Even the biggest bullies out there, are scared of a gun pointed at them."

"I wanted to kill him, the moment he started getting angry with me. But I thought against it, I wanted to shoot him in the fucking head. Instead I chose to shoot him in the knee, I wanted to murder him, John."

Cassie expected John to be repulsed, to hear her of speaking of killing a person. But he wasn't, he just looked at her.

"You could have, and you could have gotten away with it. I wouldn't have thought anything different about you Cass, not one bit. He broke into your home, your home Cass. With an intention either to hurt you, or I hate to say it but probably rape you. Revenge for everything you've changed, and done since the divorce. I wouldn't have given a shit if you killed Marcus, both in cold blood or self-defence. You could have stuck to your story of self-defence, and since you've never handled a gun before you simply aimed at the largest part of the body. His chest, one shot, maybe even two would have put him down."

John had finished his Coffee, and Cassie was surprised. John didn't care if she had killed Marcus, and in her mind she loved him even more for that; not judging her for wanting something so heinous. The idea of him breaking in to either hurt her, rape her or kill her reinforced her desire to have shot him dead last night.

"Hell, I fucking wish I was home last night with you. I would have done it for you, without a second thought."

Cassie looked at John, and leaned in and kissed him deeply on his mouth.

"I love you, John. So much, I just wanted him out of our lives. To let us be together, he hates that I'm with you."

John was moaning as they kissed, their tongues touching as his hands went to her blouse and began to tug it off her shoulders, throwing it aside across the room.

Her sleep dress was loose, for sleeping in at night Cassie knew she'd have to go without a bra for the sake of comfort in bed. So being so large-breasted, a loose sleep dress was better for her. The straps of her dress came down through the rapid movements, and eventually the dress was pooling under her bare, naked breasts. Her dark, brown nipples were hard and fully erect since she was aroused like she was in heat.

John still in his work clothes, began to unbutton his shirt rapidly, before Cassie threw it aside herself.

John was pushing Cassie's dress further down to her tummy, and eventually her waist making her half naked in front of him.

"Fuck me John, I'm yours."

Cassie was breathing hard, and ragged as John dived in taking her big breasts into his hands and sucked hard on each breast, one another the other over and over again. Cassie already had his trouser belt undone, and her hand down inside his trousers stroking his cock firmly, and furiously.

She felt how big, and thick he was and knew he was as determined to take her as she was for him to take her.

John stood to allow Cassie to pull down his work trousers, and boxers together. He kicked his shoes off, with the trousers and boxers soon after.

His thick, hard cock was sticking out proudly in front him. It was also in Cassie's face as she sat on the couch, stroking his cock.

John was about to push his cock into her open, inviting mouth but she beat him to the punch shoving her mouth down on his member and sucking on it furiously, as if she was sucking the life out a of a paper cut on her finger.

Knowing what her man wanted, she dropped her hands to her side and brought them behind her back in a submissive manner and sucked his cock fast, slurping as she shoved it in and out of her mouth. The furious movements of her sucking John's cock were making her breasts bounce, and swing as she sucked on his member.

John was waiting no longer for her to remove her dress, and told her to put her arms in the air as he pulled it up over her head leaving her in a purple thong, that looked so small it looked like it barely covered her mound and pussy.

"Keep sucking baby, you're doing so good."

John was moaning, gasping as he tangled his fingers into Cassie's hair. 

After about a minute, John wanted to take more control of Cassie and holding her head by it's sides began to ram his cock in and out of her mouth, before eventually he was face-fucking her so hard she was gagging and gasping for air.

He released her, and she took in a mouthful of oxygen.

"Again, fuck my face."

John smiled, and began to face fuck her again until his cock-head was hitting the back of her throat causing her to gag, and choke again. 

John pulled out of her throat, allowing her to gasp and swallow air again as she looked up at him with tear filled eyes,

"Again, gag me on your cock you bastard!"

Cassie was smiling wickedly, as John took hold of her hair into two handfuls now being much rougher and dominating with her than just holding her head.

She gasped in pain, but held firm as he fed his thick cock back into her mouth and pushed it as deep as it would go until it touched the back of her throat, making Cassie admit a gagging sound.

He pulled back until half of his cock was in her mouth, and rammed forwards hitting the back of her throat, but held her firmly as he began to push his cock past her tonsils, until he was inside her throat at least by an inch or more. Cassies's eyes bulged, watering with tears as she couldn't breath with his cock lodged in her throat. She didn't fight him, knowing she could trust him. John would never go further than this, he loved her and hated her in pain. She was right too, as tears ran down her face and she spluttered for air he released her hair and she took the moment to breath as he slid his cock out of her mouth.

"Jesus, I was choking on that cock of yours. I think I've done enough gagging for one night on your member, come on and fuck me."

John smiled as Cassie shifted backwards onto her back on the couch, and John shuffled close as he took hold of the waistband of her thong and rolled it down her legs until they were off, and John saw her smooth pussy once again.

John couldn't help himself, diving into her pussy and licking her slit from top to bottom, and sliding his tongue in there to taste his woman.

He didn't have to go far, eventually she was almost oozing her juices onto the couch and John.

The juices were warm, almost tasting like nectar in John's mind. 

Finally pulling away from her pussy, he wiped his face clean and positioned his thick cock at her pussy once again, and quickly rammed forward burying it inside her to the hilt.

He didn't have to be gentle with Cassie when she was like this, she wanted raw passion and he was able to give her that in spades. In and out he rammed, leaning down to occasionally suck on her breasts or kiss her mouth.

Soon enough, after so much panting and thrusting John couldn't contain himself and exploded inside Cassie's womanhood, so much so it spilled out onto the couch and her legs.

Slowly he withdrew from Cassie's pussy, and fell back onto the couch as she panted, and slowly sat up with him.

"God, I needed that."

John laughed and leaned up to kiss her mouth, and she fell onto his chest and lay there as they recuperated, and drew in air.

"If he comes back, if he even fucking dares to come back. One of us will shoot him, dead."

Cassie smiled, and kissed John's naked chest.

"I love you, John."

"I love you, Cass."

They fell asleep on the couch together, and eventually night came.



(All comments and feedback is appreciated.)