Poor Little Cassie – Chap 1 – The Plumbers

My name is Cassie. It was Christmas break and I was very happy. Happy that I was home from school, I missed my family and friends. I attend an out-of-town college-prep high school. Happy that I had a whole month without classes or homework. Happy that I had met a very cool guy the last couple of weeks of the semester and I was looking forward to next semester to see where that led.

I was also delirious that I didn’t have to get up early. I did wake up early that morning, the first weekday morning of my break. Part of that was routine and part was that I knew the plumber was coming. My two brothers were not coming home until closer to Christmas. They were in college but they also had jobs. Yes, I was the baby. I had just turned 16 in September.

I remember all this starting as I laid in my bed on that Monday morning. It was a little before 8:00, I had no intention of getting up this early on my first week home but Daddy had asked me and I couldn’t say no. I wasn’t sure exactly what the plumbers were coming to fix other than it was in my parent’s bathroom but my Daddy asked me to wait for them so here I am awake way too early and feeling a little frisky. I am a virgin, I almost lost that to the quarterback my second year of high school. His name was Tim and I thought he was the one, we had been dating for a year and I found myself in his car on a lonely road and he was ready. I fought him off and he dumped me a month later. Lesson learned. I thought of my new cool boyfriend. He was very cute and he seems really sweet, we haven’t had any type of sex yet. He is a great kisser and his hands are warm and soft. I smiled as I thought of going back to school.

I stretched my body out on my bed and yawned. It felt good to stretch. I ran my hands across my tight stomach. I love my body, I always have. I remember the first time I really looked at myself in the mirror. I was very young and I thought I was really cute. I remember thinking that was a little weird but I did like myself and I didn’t see a problem with that. My hair was blonde and shoulder length and my face was perfect. So many of the other kids had issues with their hair, their face, or other parts of their body. I didn’t, I thought I was perfect.

Not much has changed. My hair is still blonde but now hangs down to the middle of my chest. I normally wear it in a ponytail and I love wearing baseball caps. It seems that is a very popular look with the guys. I was very skinny as a child but I started to fill out around my freshman year in high school and now I have beautiful boobs and a very pretty butt. My boobs are officially 36C but I am still a relatively small girl (5’4”) so they look even bigger on my small frame. My ass is tight and fills out my pants very nicely and my legs are smooth and tan. I catch the guys staring at my ass often and I have a bad habit of shaking it a little too much when I walk. Hey, why not, if you have it, flaunt it they say.

I have been a cheerleader since I was 8 and I actually got a cheer scholarship for my prep school. I was a little overwhelmed at first by the intensity but now I love it. I competed pretty well my first semester and I am in the starting rotation now. My small size allows me to get good height and I am a great tumbler in the air so I think I opened a few eyes. I am really looking forward to getting back to school for that as well as those warm hands.

Anyway, I can’t stop my own hand from sliding into my panties and touching my clit. I shiver as the pleasure shoots through me. I love being touched and I have found in school that there are plenty of people that are willing to touch me. I am proud of myself that I haven’t fucked anyone yet, god knows there have been plenty of opportunities but I really haven’t found the one and I didn’t want to start off school that way. Sounds real honorable but now I am incredibly horny and home for a month. I can’t imagine having sex with anyone from my way too small hometown so I rub my own pussy as I think about my new boyfriend. I run my hand up my night-shirt and squeeze my boob. My nipples are rock hard and I pinch them. Another shiver runs through me.

I was well on my way to a wonderful orgasm when the doorbell rang. Fuck, I jumped out of bed and grabbed a pair of sweatpants. I was very horny but still not stupid enough to answer the door in a tshirt and panties. I ran down the hall and down the stairs. Another ring. Shit, hang on, I’m coming. I jumped off the last step and felt my boobs bounce. Shit, I forgot I was only wearing a white tshirt and no bra. I hate wearing a bra, I don’t actually need one yet and they are fucking uncomfortable. I put my arm over my chest and opened the door.

There were two of them and they were huge. The one in the front looked Italian, he was dark and hairy. His arms had tattoos on them and they were humongous, the arms and the tattoos. I could feel my eyes lock onto his biceps and I reluctantly pulled them away. I couldn’t see the one in the back except to see he was a little taller and black. I was ripped out of my trance by a deep, smooth voice.

“Good morning, sweetheart. We are here to fix your sink.” He said and smiled.

His teeth were perfect and white. He was really fucking cute but I was 16 and he had to be at least 40. I shook my head to clear it and smiled back.

“Good morning, yes, come in, I will show you where it is. Follow me.” I said and turned to walk up the stairs.

“Anywhere.” I heard behind me and I blushed.

Walking up the stairs I could feel their eyes on my ass and my boobs bounced softly under my shirt. My shirt wasn’t overly tight but my boobs did push against it a little and my nipples were still hard and really obvious. I tried to will them down but the eyes I knew were locked on my ass kept them hard as rocks. I reached the top of the stairs and walked into my parent’s bedroom and then into their bathroom. I stepped aside and let them in, trying my best to cover my nipples with my arms crossed over my chest.

They put their toolboxes down and the black one knelt down and opened the cabinet under my mom’s sink. He pulled out all her stuff and slid it over to the side. He crawled under and laid on his back. I could not help but stare at his legs, specifically his crotch. I could see an outline of something huge against his thigh. I heard a chuckle and looked over to see the Italian guy staring at me. He smiled and shook his head. I wanted to crawl into a hole as I squeezed my arms tight over my chest. I wondered if he could see how horny I was. It felt like my orgasm was just hovering from before.

“Tony, I think I need some pipe tape. Did we bring it in?” I heard the black guy say.

“No, it is in the truck. I’ll go get it. Do you need anything else?” The Italian guy said who I guess is named Tony.

“Don’t think so, but you better get another set of faucets, these look really bad under here.” He said.

“Ok, cool. You are loosening them, right?” Tony responded.

“You bet.” Was the answer from under the sink.

“Baby girl, we need your help for a minute. Do you mind?” Tony said to me and I turned my head to look at him.

“What do you need?” I asked instinctively.

“Well, Hank is loosening the faucets so we can tell if they are bad and someone needs to hold them down on the top or water will spray everywhere.