Cassandra stretched her leg out and tugged on the back of her Doc marten to get it firmly on her foot before starting to tighten the laces. Hearing the sound of the shower shut off in the bathroom, she looked up to see her boyfriend Kevin walk back into the room wrapped in a towel.
His sandy brown hair was tousled and wet, and water dripped from his chest. He was not necessarily much to look at, Cassandra mused, but he paid his part of the rent on time mostly, and the sex was not half bad. He flashed a smile that Cassandra was sure was supposed to be charming.
"You better get dressed quick honey, we've got to get you work, and I can't be late to class again." She said as she pulled back her curly locks of dyed purple hair into a pony tail. He walked over to the bed to stand over her and look down the front of her tank top.
"I like it better when we have our clothes off though." He replied, again with the grin. She stood up and nodded.
"I am very sure you do, but I like it when you have a job, and when I get good grades. Which at the moment trumps the naked play time. So come on, let's move it." She said playfully, picking up some boxers of his from the floor and tossing it to him. Really, why could he not keep his clothes in better order?
After a few quick minutes they were out the door, and on the road. As usual, from the passenger seat Kevin's fingers wandered over to her thigh, and she slapped his insistent fingers away lightly, and gave him a stern look. His brown eyes twinkled with hope and expectancy, but she shook her head.
She dropped him off at his job, he worked at a pizza delivery place. He winked at her in as he walked away, waving as they said their goodbyes through the car window. She watched him walk away and felt a slight pang of regret. He did not have a great ass. He was a little on the skinny side. She wondered if she could do better.
She was a pretty girl. She had a beautiful face, soft features and full lips. She had some nice boobs, and nice hips and ass, and she was neither slender nor pudgy. Cassandra knew she got looks from other boys, and even a few inquiries about her phone number, but she invariably turned them all down. All she could do was hope that those rejections did not come to haunt her with regrets later. Especially with Michael.
Her heart fluttered when she thought of him. Handsome, quiet, charming Michael. He had a grace and athleticness that Kevin lacked, and had been quite flirtatious when they met at the record store. She blushed a little as she pulled out of the parking lot and onto the road. She had his number, she just never called. She was nothing if not faithful to Kevin.
The trip to the Community College was only about fifteen minutes, but she was pushing it for time. She reached back behind her to the floor of the back seat to grab her drink when her hand brushed cloth. Turning to quickly look, she spied Kevin's backpack.
"Shit," she swore softly. Kevin hated forgetting his backpack when he went to work. Casting an anxious eye to the clock, she turned around and sped back towards the pizza place.
She was gripping the wheel tightly as she weaved through slower moving traffic. She could not afford to be late to class again. Her grades were decent, but Kevin had a way of playing merry hell with he schedule and it caused her a few latenesses and one absence. Her preoccupation with time probably was why she missed the cop car hiding in a speed track a half mile before her exit.
She saw the lights flashing behind her as she got on the exit ramp. Sighing and slamming her hand against the wheel she put on her blinkers and pulled into the shoulder. She shook her head as she fished for her license and registration. She felt a sinking feeling in her stomach knowing she would not make it to class on time. In the rearview mirror she saw two cops get out of the car.
The cop that got out of the driver's side was a white guy, middle aged, with a brown mustache, and had on the ubiquitous cop shades, even though it was getting dark The other cop was a black woman, who was probably starting to push it a little in the weight department.
The male cop walked up to her window and rapped against it to get Cassandra to lower the window. Swallowing against her fear, she did.
"License and registration please ma'm." he said, shining his flashlight through the car, one hand on the holster of his gun. Cassandra nodded and wordlessly handed over the license and registration. Looking in her rearview mirrors, she saw the female cop talking into her radio. Probably running her plates.
