Cassie sat on the steps of her tiny front porch, forgotten journal in her lap, cooling mug of tea in her hand, staring out at the mulberry trees. It had been almost a year since she'd moved her tiny house onto the orchard. Though most days it just felt like home, today with the wind gently blowing through the trees she was experiencing the same peaceful calm she'd felt her first day on the orchard. It brought to mind the path that led her there.
Three years ago she'd been sitting in her bedroom surfing the internet for off-campus student housing in the fall. Looking forward to the moment when she could FINALLY get out of her parents house and answer to no one but herself. She hadn't wanted to stay on campus in student housing but she knew she couldn't really afford her own place. She'd looked up 'tiny house' hoping to find a crappy little 50s or 60s bungalow that she could fix up in exchange for money off the rent. Her father had a garage full of tools and he'd shown Cassie how to use all of them. What she'd found instead of a bungalow was plans for building her own house on wheels. She was taken with the idea. If she had her own house that could be moved anywhere she'd never have to pay rent. The more she'd looked at the plans the more the gears turned in her head. She'd thought she could actually do it.
She'd saved a few thousand by putting half of everything she'd ever earned babysitting and working at her aunt and uncle's restaurant. She was a crappy waitress but by hanging out in the kitchen she proved she was a good prep cook and that's what she'd been doing for the past three years. Three years of paychecks plus the cash from various babysitting gigs had added up to just over $10K. She knew with her Dad's help she could build her own house.
Had her parents not hated each other so much she would have considered staying home and going to a local college. She'd grown tired however, of being the go-between and wanted to get far enough away that they'd stop dragging her into their crap. She'd thought that without her there maybe her parents would finally get the divorce they should have gotten ten years ago. Watching them tear each other to pieces she swore she'd never get serious about anyone. Of all the adults she knew there was only one couple that appeared to be really happy together. With those kind of odds, why bother, Cassie had thought. So she'd dated and had a few hook-ups. Any time it seemed to be getting serious she'd bailed.
Cassie wasn't a classic beauty, but she had a good body and a nice enough face. Not really what you'd call cute either, she had dark brown sultry eyes, a petite but slightly angular nose and her lips were on the thin side, but she had blemish free skin, a real blessing in high school, and pretty reddish brown hair that she kept long enough to braid. A few of the girls in high school thought she was a slut but Cassie hadn't cared if they called her the rebound whore. She wasn't afraid to ask for what she wanted or to try whatever came up. If a guy asked and she was interested she didn't see any reason not to. She'd gotten on birth control at 14 and began exploring.
For graduation her parents got her a used truck that could pull her house and her uncle slipped her a couple thousand for expenses. With everything she needed ready to go, Cassie had decided not to wait for fall. Two weeks after graduation, and a week after her 18th birthday she set off with a map of all the KOA campgrounds and RV hook-ups along the way and set off for University. Driving a truck with your house attached to the back of it is pretty nerve wracking, at least it was for Cassie. She stopped at nearly every KOA or RV park along the way.
It took nearly two weeks but she'd made it with house intact. She'd parked at the KOA nearest the University and unhitched her truck. With only food, gas and RV parking fees along the way Cassie had just over a thousand dollars left when she got there. She knew that would only get her so far however and she hoped to exchange some sort of help for parking on someone's property. She'd still need money for food, insurance, clothes and books that weren't covered by her scholarship. Therefore, the morning after she'd arrived she took her truck and went to get herself a wi-fi hotspot. It would be worth the $50/month to be able to access the internet from her house, no matter where she ended up parking it.
Cassie had immediately gotten busy finding a job. The 1st week yielded no results, but getting lost at the beginning of the second week did. Cassie stopped in a mom and pop diner to get directions and a bite to eat and saw the sign for a cook. Getting lost that day got her not only a job, but a place to park her tiny house for free. The owners of the diner, George and Molly, owned the property and there was nothing out back except the dumpster, so Cassie was able to park her house there. In exchange Cassie agreed to work under the table and to keep up the property. She got free water and electric out of the deal too, so all in all it was more than she'd hoped for.
Cassie liked her new life. Working for George and Molly was a breeze, they were good people and good bosses. She'd managed to schedule all her classes on three days so she'd only have to make the drive three times a week next semester. Her social life followed the same pattern as high school of casual dating and occasional hook-ups. She wasn't into the party scene, preferring to spend most of her free time studying, reading or writing. She'd found a small group of friends on campus and they hung out occasionally but Cassie was pretty content with her own company. If she was feeling lazy but wanted company she'd take her books and laptop and hang out in the diner which had steady traffic but was almost never full.
She'd been there a year and a half and hadn't been home yet. Her parents had finally split six months ago, she had planned on going home for winter break until Molly got sick and George really needed the extra help at the diner. She'd become close with George and Molly and they actually felt more like family to Cassie than her own parents, so with Molly sick Cassie stayed to help out. She usually worked the prep/grill side but with Molly down Cassie took her spot behind the counter. Crappy waitress or not she was still better than George. It was while she was working the counter at the tail end of winter break that David entered her life.
It was a cool, lightly rainy day when David came in and sat down at the counter. Cassie only had one other customer, a sweet old geezer that had been keeping her entertained with his 50s era style of flirting. Her back was turned making coffee when David sat down. He laid his leather coat and helmet on the stool next to him and shook some rain out of his hair. Cassie turned around just in time to see this. She couldn't help thinking he should be an actor or model with his looks. He had sandy blond shoulder length hair, and his snug long-sleeved black t-shirt hugged him enough to show he was fit. He wasn't tan exactly, more olive skinned. He had a masculine yet boyish face with a square jaw and softened features. Like a young Christian Slater Cassie thought. She loved the movie The Heathers and had always had a crush on Christian Slater because of that move.
Yeah, she thought, I'll bet he stops a lot of women in their tracks. He proceeded to do just that to Cassie when he looked up at her with the deepest green eyes she'd ever seen. They were like two sparkling emeralds, looking into them she fumbled the menu she was handing to him and knocked over the sugar. She said 'oops' or something equally inane as she finally managed to hand him the menu. She picked up the sugar shaker and grabbed a rag to wipe off the counter. When she finished that and got past her moment of embarrassment she looked up to ask him what he'd like to drink and caught him doing a good slow once over of her before he finally looked up at her face. She got him his Coke and told him she'd be back to take his order. She went back into the kitchen freezer to cool off.
'Holy Mother' she thought, with just that one slow look her panties were damp. She considered removing them but she was wearing the 50s carhop dress that was the diner's waitress uniform and she didn't want to flash the customers every time she had to bend forward. Though the idea did make her laugh. She'd teased George that he'd picked these outfits just so he could see Molly's cleavage all day. George had said that it'd been all Molly's doing, that she was a bit of an exhibitionist in her big gold heart, but that he didn't mind at all. Cassie was sure that he didn't, she suspected that even in their late fifties George and Molly had a great sex life. They were always finding reasons to casually touch each other or patting each others asses.
Cassie had been wearing tights earlier but she'd helped George out in the kitchen near the start of her shift and that had made the tights too hot so she'd run and changed into ankle socks and lace panties. She thought giving the old timers a flash of her panties now and again was a bit of harmless fun. She couldn't contain a laugh at the idea of flashing her latest admirer more. The old timers had been tipping well, probably because of the way her plump round tits filled out the uniform. She couldn't image what they'd tip for a flash of pink. The idea of flashing the hottie on the other hand just made the panty moisture problem worse. Cassie wasn't a panty girl, she preferred to go commando whenever possible and the panties she did own were mostly for looks and weren't doing a very good job of absorbing the moisture. She waved the little skirt part of her dress to try to cool things down.
She returned to the counter a couple of minutes later and refilled the geezer's de-caf and gave him a wink before going to take the hottie's order. She couldn't resist bending over and leaning on the counter with her order pad to give him a real eye full. He took the bait and gave his order of a burger, no cheese, and double fries to her tits. She smiled to herself and gave her hips an extra swish as she turned around and leaned further in than was necessary to put his order on the rack. She then turned back to see if he was looking. He was. She took his glass and refilled his soda.
She cashed the geezer out, getting a tip that was more than his check. Gotta love the geezers she thought. George rang the bell as Cassie was refilling the sugar shakers. She went to get the hottie's order. When she set it down and she asked if he needed anything else. He replied, "You naked on the counter." Looking her straight in the eyes as he said it.
She let out a small whooping laugh and covered her mouth with one hand and waved herself with a handy menu with the other while looking around to see if anyone had heard. She looked back at him and saw he hadn't looked away from her. She set the menu down next to him, leaned forward and said with a smile, "Sorry, but I'm not on the menu."
"That's too bad." He replied.
Cassie walked off with a smile and went back to the freezer to cool off again. If she wasn't afraid of George walking into the freezer at any moment she'd have considered rubbing off a quick one. When she came out of the freezer after a minute, George looked up at her from the grill and seeing her all flushed said, "Someone looks hot and bothered."
She laughed. "George, you have NO idea!' He laughed too and shook his head and Cassie went back to the counter. She put on a new pot of coffee, wiped down the already clean counters and wished that someone would come in and sit at the counter to distract her from the hottie. With her latest glance she noticed the juice from his burger running down his chin and had the urge to slowly lick it off.
After a few minutes she went and took his glass without saying a word and refilled his soda again. When she set his glass down in front of him and saw his nearly empty plate she asked if he was done or ready for some dessert. He answered, "I'd like some of that cream pie " with a raise of his eyebrows and a glance to her in crotch.
Cassie was prepared this time. She shook her head, smiled and pointed to the covered cake plate. "Sorry, we only have cake today."
He gave her a slow lazy smile that sent a chill up her spine. "In that case I think I'll pass."
She pulled her order pad out of her apron pocket and laid his check on the counter beside his plate and said, "Be sure to come back. Maybe next time we'll have that cream pie."
He chuckled and reached for a fry. "Maybe I will."
