This story involves some of the same characters as an earlier story, "Cassi Can't Resist". However, it is not necessary to read that story to enjoy this one! It also contains limited recounting of man on man oral sex as well as pegging, so if that's not your cup of tea this is your warning. Otherwise, ENJOY!!
The rushing water felt amazing as it cascaded down my body. The warm water flowing from the showerhead washed the aches of a long day away causing me to smile contently and relax against the shower wall.
Work had been tough. As a teacher at the high school, some days I felt incredibly rewarded by my career choice. Others, I wondered why teenagers were allowed out of their homes. Today had been a lot closer to the latter.
Our high school operated on a 4-day week in order to save some money. Today was the fourth and final day of our week and we had replaced "Casual Fridays" with "Casual Thursdays". I usually wore a pair of jeans with a school t-shirt on these days and today had been no different.
However, this morning I had been running a little late and grabbed the wrong pair of jeans. This pair was slightly too small and a little tighter than what I would normally deem appropriate for work.
The waist had a habit of riding low, sometimes exposing more than I would like. I had already rushed out the door and was well on my way before realizing my mistake.
I had chosen a pink thong to wear under the jeans today. A fact that unfortunately many other people learned as the day progressed. I teach upper level Math classes at the high school, mainly working with a few classes each of juniors and seniors. Today, my senior classes had a test.
During a test, I encourage the students to ask me if they have trouble understanding a question. I don't solve any problems for them, but I see no reason not to offer a hint or nudge if that's all they need. I like to squat down next to the desks so that I am more comfortably close to eye level. Usually this isn't a problem.
It wasn't until my third senior class, right before lunch, that I realized how grave my mistake had been. One of my female waited for everyone to leave the classroom before approaching my desk.
"Mrs. Z?" she had said.
"Yes Remy?" I returned. Poor Remy's face was almost as red as her hair.
"Ummm...Idk how to say this Mrs. Z, but...umm...your underwear was hanging out like all of class. I figured you didn't know so I thought I should tell you." She gave me a halfhearted smile, but I could tell she was embarrassed for me.
I groaned aloud. "I'm sorry Remy, thank you for telling me." I was appreciative of her telling me, but that didn't save me any embarrassment.
"Of course Mrs. Z, it happens to all of us." She gave me a friendly smile and walked out of my classroom.
My day hit its lowest point though, the next hour. I was at my desk, grading some tests and overheard a couple boys talking in what they thought were whispers.
"Hey man, did Chase tell you about Mrs. Z?"
"No? What about her?" the other boy had responded.
"So Hannah asked her to come check something on her test so Mrs. Z does right? And she gets down next to the desk and Chase looks up and Mrs. Z's got this bright pink thong on! And it's like full on out where he can see it!"
"No way dude, Chase is just making that up!"
"That's what he told me man! And no he's not cause Tom said the same thing and he has her a different hour!"
I was absolutely mortified. What a disaster today had been. For the last remaining bit of school, I did my best just to keep my back from facing my students in an effort to preserve any last shred of dignity I still had. Likely, disappointing all of the boys that heard to look for Mrs. Z's thong.
Needing to blow off steam and embarrassment after school I went to the gym and pushed myself through my weight lifting routine even harder than usual. Reflecting on the events of the day in the shower I groaned loudly, both from my chagrin and from the fatigue and soreness in my muscles.
The shower water was baptism of sorts and when I got out and started toweling off the unease of the day felt like it had washed away.
I examined myself in the mirror as I dried off. I am fairly short, only about 5'3". My long dark brown hair was slicked back from the water, but it usually hung with natural curls. I cupped my 32DD breasts up, turning side to side to see if I could find the angle that made me slimmest.
I am definitely on the thicker side, about 140 lbs, but luckily I carry most of that weight in my large bosom and impressive rear end. I keep my waist and stomach fairly toned with a regular workout routine and attempts to eat healthy. I kept turning in the mirror, admiring my curves and I smiled at myself.
My large ass was a particular point of pride. I had always had a big butt, however I had committed to weightlifting to tone it and even grow it in recent years. It still had a nice jiggle to it, but there was definitely muscle underneath keeping it from sagging down.
I feared someday my large breasts would fall victim to gravity, but for now they still stood out pertly from my chest. I was proud of my figure and I often chose clothes to show it off, a fact that didn't upset my husband at all.
Smiling to myself, I wrapped up in a towel and exited the bathroom. I was halfheartedly digging through my closet for something to wear when I heard my husband, Matt, enter the room.
"Hey Cassi, how was your day?" he asked with a kiss to my cheek.
I groaned and turned to see Matt sitting on the bed removing his shoes. Matt is rather average looking. He stands about 5'10", with clothes on he looks fairly in-shape, but naked you can tell he could probably stand to lose a few. He keeps his dark brown hair cut short and his face clean-shaven.
None of that was why I married him though. He is a kind and thoughtful man and he has a pretty good sense of humor. He is very reliable and I know I can trust him. A trait that, unfortunately I don't share.
Not too long ago I cheated on Matt with an incredibly well endowed, old high school crush. It was a one-time thing and I've managed to keep Matt from finding out, but the guilt has weighed on me like a load of bricks.
I've tried to assuage that guilt by being extra quick to take the initiative in the bedroom lately. Something, Matt hasn't complained about at all.
I flopped onto the bed facedown next to Matt and heard him chuckle. I felt my husband's fingers caress my head and I moaned in appreciation. "Want to talk about it?" he asked me gently.
I turned my head towards him and saw him leaning down next to me. My eyes were about even with his crotch and I couldn't see his face, which was for the best since I was so embarrassed by what happened at the school today.
