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A Teacher Makes a Student a Deal ---(( Blair and Earon57))
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earon507 said:
She shrugged and hugged her knees, feeling wet and cold and honestly just wanting somewhere to get warm. Her blond hair fell behind her back and over her shoulder in messy waves. "Yea," she mumbled. "My dad... He just wasn't very nice." She kept it vague, not wanting him to get enough information to turn into the authorities. Her eyes were teary and she looked up at him with a sad, pleading expression. "Please, Mr. Anderson... Please. You can't tell anyone."
Cassandra sighed in relief, looking back out the window and getting her things ready to get out of the car. "It's not problem, Mr. Anderson. Really. I'd love to help anytime." She assumed he was dropping the subject, so she was going to pretend the situation never happened. "It was, uh, nice to stick around a little later instead of... Well, you know." She turned red and watched as he started driving again.
Cassandra looked at the shelter, then looked up at him. Her eyes looked into his suspiciously. "I, uh, I don't know... A lot." She bit her lip and looked over at the shelter, knowing damn well she would do about anything for somewhere else to stay.
Cassandra thought for a moment, raising her eyebrow at him and biting her lip. "Really?" she whispered, leaning closer to him. "I mean... Of course, I wouldn't tell anyone. But are you serious? What kind of help?" She leaned across the seat toward him with interest, and it was obvious that her tight white blouse had went completely clear with the rain, showing off her slender stomach and black bra.
Cassandra nodded enthusiastically, her face spreading in a smile. "Yes," she said, "Of course. I would love to help around your apartment... I'd love a place to sleep, honestly." Her face brightened up and she reached across the seat, throwing herself into his arms and hugging him tight. "Thank you so much, Mr. Anderson," she said, her mouth right by his ear.
Cassandra nodded and plopped back down in her seat as he drove to his apartment. She had a huge smile on her face when they got out of the car and walked to the door. "God, you are so nice, Mr. Anderson," she said, looking up at him as he was unlocking his door. "I haven't slept in a real bed in a real house in months..." She bit her lip, hoping it wasn't too good to be true, and he was really just keep her here while he turned her in.
Cassandra had yet to get his drift, and she hugged herself as she looked down at his on the couch. It was freezing, especially since she was soaking wet. You could see right through her clothes now that she was in the light. "Well, since you gave me the bed, I suppose it's your call..," she said, then gave him a smile. "Thank you so much, Mr. Anderson. Your place is wonderful! Would it be too much to ask to take a shower? I feel like a wet dog." She frowned and opened her arms to show him her clothes, then ran a had through her long blond hair.
Cassandra nodded and waited for him to leave before stripping down to nothing and stepping intothe steaming shower. It felt so nice to have the hot water running down her body and soaking into her skin. Before long, the water was running cold. With a sigh, she shit the shower off and stepped out, toweling off with the towel he gave her, then wrapping it around herself. Biting her lip, she stepped out into the living room in only her towel. The fluffy white material barely came down to the tops of her thighs, and her the tops of her larger than average breasts were being pushed out the top. "mr. Anderson? Do you have anything dry I could sleep in..." she asked innocently, holding her top. She hated being so needy... It hurt her not to be independent, but she needed a place to stay and a person to trust more than anything.
He is sitting on the couch stretched out watching as she walks in. "No I dont have much just some shirts maybe. But I'm sure we can go get you somethings." He looks at her impressed by her looks. "How about this.... I'll take you in and take care of you.... in return you take care of me."
Cassandra leaned against the door way, taking in his casual demeanor as he laid on the couch. She bit her lip, thinking of how different he seemed when he was not working. At school, he was so formal, and right now... Well, it was probably because of the line they had crossed. She knew she should not be standing naked in her teacher's living room, but she had to do what she had to do. And it didn't hurt that he was handsome; a teacher that lots of girls talked about. When he said she would take care of her, she walked a little closer to him, the towel riding up her thighs with every step until she was in front of him. "I will do anything not to go back home to my dad," she admitted.
Cassandra bit her lip and walked over to sit on the edge of the couch by his feet. Her towel rode up her thighs and the slit fully revealed her left hip. Her looked down at her hands and shrugged. "My dad's just a drunk," she said, bluntly, "And I was the one he came home to. You're an intelligent man, Mr. Anderson. I'm sure you can add it up." Her blue eyes fluttered up to look at him from underneath her long lashes. "And I can't go back to that..."
Goosebumps formed on her skin at his touch, and she let out a little gasp, looking him straight in the eyes. Nodding slowly, she stood up directly in front of where he sat on the couch and bit her lip. By now, her hair had dried into waves that hung down her back and around her shoulders.