A/N: I don't really know how to begin. I shouldn't act like I didn't disappear for months, but I also don't feel like joking about it. I feel ashamed and sad because my writing skills worsened during these few months, and writing itself doesn't give me the same joy. I can't promise you to post new chapters every week or even monthly, but I know that I don't want to stop. The story will keep going, even if it takes me years to finish. My creativity is kinda gone, but I won't let it stop me. I hope you all have been doing well while I was gone. Please, enjoy this chapter, and tell me what you think about it!
Anyway, this one starts with some hot stuff, but nothing too much. Making sure you've been warned just in case.
Cassandra knew she could trust her mother, but something inside her was still worried about what Zara might do. What if she'll do something that scares Elsa off or puts her in jail? No, her mom would never do that, and Cassandra is a hundred percent sure her intentions are pure. Or as good as they can be in such a sinful situation as this one. But as wrong as it might be, Cass loves it. She enjoys gazing at her teacher while the blonde is unaware of it, and she's undoubtedly crazy about making Elsa drool after her. Or maybe it's the other way around, but at least one of them is definitely longing for the other person. And Cassandra is dying to act on her desires, no matter how scary they are.
She sighed as once again, her gaze traveled to Elsa Andersen's perfect body. She ran her wet tongue over her lips as she thought about her teacher's curves and what lays under those unnecessary fabrics. Cassandra wished all of her classmates to disappear as she claims her teacher on her desk, making her beg and moan for more.
Cass could almost feel Elsa's trembling thighs on her shoulders, the way they wrap around her head. The blonde sat on her desk as Cassandra knelt on the floor, devouring her with her lips and tongue. Cass hummed, enjoying the sweetness that rushed over her tastebuds. She looked up from between Elsa's legs, only to gaze at the beautiful woman wrapped around her. Her eyes traveled to Elsa's face, to those wonderful orbs, and the freckles illuminating her skin. Oh, even like this, in this sinful position, how beautiful and adorable she is.
The corner of her lips curled up into a slight smile as Cassandra kept going, and her eyes continued their journey. They came down to stare at Elsa's mouth, already open, heavenly sounds rushing out to bless her ears. Her gaze traveled even lower, finding the perfect place at Elsa's heavily moving bosom. The teacher's shirt is now partly unbuttoned, exposing enough skin just to tease her student and make her yearn for more. Cassandra witnessed as Elsa touched her own breast, rubbing, pinching, and playing with a hardened nipple. She could only imagine what it was like if her lips would take the place of the blonde's hand. But she can't follow her desires now. She has to make Elsa come.
"Cass..." Elsa moaned her name, and it only encouraged the raven-haired student. She's so determined to make come, to satisfy all of her needs even if it's risky. The thought of someone catching them excited her, but she knows the consequences too well. "Cass..." The blonde repeated herself, her voice slightly raspy and breathless. "Cass!" She said her name again, somewhat louder. "Cassandra!" But the last time the student's name fell from her lips, the image of the blonde faded to nothing, and Cass found herself sitting at the back of the class. Elsa wasn't there with her. In fact, she gave Cassandra a questioning look from her own desk, and as soon as the student realized what has just happened, her cheeks turned red with embarrassment.
"Are you alright, Cassandra?" The blonde asked, concern in her voice. Every student in the room was already turned to look at Cassandra, which made her heart tremble with fear and embarrassment. "If you're not feeling okay, Anna will gladly accompany you to the school nurse." She sounded gentle and caring, but Cassandra could sense her anger. It almost felt like Elsa could see through her and know exactly what she was thinking about only a few moments earlier.
"I'm fine, Miss Andersen." The younger woman claimed. "I'm just feeling a little bit tired, that's all." She gulped as Elsa raised an elegant eyebrow, giving her a questioning look once again.
"Alright," Elsa said softly, and Cassandra let out a relieved sigh. "But try to pay attention for a little longer. There are only a few minutes left of the class." Cass nodded, and Elsa went back to teaching. The other students weren't looking at Cassandra anymore, and it brought calmness to her anxious heart. She can finally feel at ease again, but the memory will haunt her forever.
A few minutes passed until the bell finally rang, and the students could leave the classroom. Cassandra was the slowest to pack aways her things as she thought about what she should do next. She could go with her mother's plan or completely ignore it. Both have a chance of rejection, one greater than the other, but Cass knew she should take action. Otherwise, Elsa will lose interest sooner or later if there was any, and Cassandra doesn't want that. Even the thought of them getting together feels so wrong, and yet even a single gaze at her teacher gives her so much ecstasy. She can't lose Elsa. But how could she lose something she never even had in the first place?
As Cassandra put her last book away, a glimpse of a red petal caught her attention. It was the rose that she bought for Elsa that peeked at her from her bag, it's color seducing her mind to give the flower to the lady of her heart. It's either now or never, she told herself and took out the single, fragile rose. She zipped her bag, stood up from her desk, and slowly made her way towards Elsa, who looked at her as soon as she noticed her approaching steps. Hiding the rose behind her back, she made sure the teacher can't see it just yet. Her heart is pounding in its cage as Elsa began to speak. "Can I help you with something?" The blonde questioned, definitely unaware of what's going to happen.
Shyly, Cass bit her lip and looked into her teacher's eyes. She found herself blushing as soon as she gazed into those icy orbs. "Yes, but also no." The student answered."I just came here to talk, but it's not related to school."
"Ohh." Elsa let out a surprised sound, wondering what Cassandra might want from her. "I see."
Clearing her throat, Cassandra turned her gaze to the ground for a second to gain some courage, then she looked back at Elsa and nervously revealed the rose from behind her back. She lifted it, so her teacher could look directly at the beautiful flower, which is almost as beautiful as the blonde herself. But even the most gorgeous rose can't match Elsa's beauty in Cassandra's opinion. "It's probably a bit silly, but my mom, you've already met her, told me to ask you something. It'd be our greatest pleasure if you joined us for dinner. She'd like Anna to come along as well. So, are you free tonight?" Elsa seemed more stunned than Cass expected. Her eyes widened, and the student questioned if her teacher is breathing as she didn't answer or react in any way. "I-I take it as a no." Cass stuttered, a bitter feeling taking over her emotions.
"No! I mean, yes, I'd like to go." Elsa corrected herself. "I'm not sure if Anna's free or if she has any homework, but she definitely wouldn't miss it."
The corners of Cassandra's lips curled up as she smiled. "I'm glad to hear." She couldn't even describe how happy she felt that Elsa accepted her offer. Nothing and no one has ever made her feel this good before, almost as if she has just found the source of the greatest joy in life. "Umm..." Then she realized something. "Would you take the rose?"
Something in Elsa's eyes changed as she heard Cassandra's question. A gift for her? But why would she do that? It's not her birthday or any special time of the year, so her student has absolutely no reason to bring her a present. Besides, what kind of student would do something like this? "Is it for me?" She asked, and it made Cassandra smile again.
"Yes, it's for you, Miss Andersen. It's not much, but I hope you like it." Her generosity surprised Elsa, but it's not like she minds it. This simple act felt so sweet, and it made her feel an unfamiliar warmth in her heart.
"Thank you." Elsa reached for the rose in front of her in Cassandra's hand. Her skin felt like it was tingling as their fingers brushed together for a brief moment when she took the flower from her student. She wished for the touch to last longer, but Cass almost instantly pulled away. "It's beautiful." She smiled at the young girl as she admired the flower in her hand.
"I'm sorry if I kept you from your work. I won't bother you any further. I'll talk to Anna about the details, so hopefully, you'll know everything in time." Cassandra paused for a moment. "So, I guess I'll see you tonight?"
"Yes, you will." Elsa smiled at her, and then Cass did the same. "Have a nice day, Cassandra."
"You too, Miss Andersen."