Cassandra Ernerskog

I was sitting infront of my computer, utterly bored even though i was home alone for the weekend with tons of possibilities.
However, i craved something more ..'spicy' than what you'd normally expect from a guy in his early twenties. Wearing a black tantop and a pair of soft sports pants, it was hot today.

You see, i'm an extremely perverted guy, i'd do so many weird things with a girl that it would make people look at me with their heads tilted. But that wouldn't happen, as i still had nobody to be perverted with. No girlfriend, no female friends with benefits, not even a female friend in miles away...

I shifted in my seat, thinking about the naughty things i had in my head, oh the desires...

*Ding Dong*  The doorbell rang to my apartment, who could it be that desired to seek my attention?  I stood up and bursted to the wooden door in excitement. I opened it and looked at a familiar but unexpected face. "Cassandra?" I raised an eyebrow.
Cassandra Ernerskog, she was my former classmate, we didn't speak much, we did help eachother out during small assignments. She wasn't much of a looker, quite imperfect in her looks, wearing glasses, black hair to her shoulders, quite chunky with her chubby parts here and there. She always had a dumb looking expression on her face, slight open mouth and half tired eyes. It didn't stop there, as she was always so damn boring and different from the others with her opinions and taste in movies and books. Ugh.

 Plus, she was a virgin and never had a kiss in her whole life.
Well, i was the same, but she was desperate, more desperate than me of course. I'd never go to her level.
Cassandra made one of her unsure, fake smiles as she looked at me. "Hi Kevin." She said, you could barelly make out the words properly  if you didn't know her somewhat, she mumbled almost every time, it was annoying at class and it was annoying now.

"Uh, hey Cassandra, what brings you here?" I asked her politely as i always behaved, nomatter who the person was. She was wearing a brown t-shirt and a pair of tight leather jeans, her feet addorned with sandals.  "I missed my bus and i remembered that you lived here, so i thought i'd ask you if i could stay here until the next one comes? It'll be a few hours though.."

I looked at her, trying not to roll my eyes. I nodded at her. "Sure i guess, come on in." I hate to make a girl sad, even though it was Cassandra. She made a goofy smile of joy and entered my apartment, taking off her sandals. "Thanks Kevin!"

After a while, we were sitting down in the living room's couch, talking a bit of what we were doing after the gratuation, she didn't change a bit, still the same boring Cassandra. Soon enough she took out her phone and began texting. "I just need to tell mom that i missed the bus." I nodded at that. While she did so, i felt a weird smell coming from her.
Cassandra stinking of sweat and unwashed bodyparts, i could accept that she did so with this hot warmth outside..but i noticed that it was probably those black leather jeans tightly addorned to her chubby legs. Why did she wear those? Who was she trying to impress?

Cassandra finished her text and placed it on the table, we kept talking for a bit more on the previous subject. During this, i kept my cool as i felt her unwashed smell play inside my nose. I had no intensions to gag at it, but it was unusual, i couldn't place my finger on it. Soon enough, she turned her attention to the phone carrying a reply. While she did that, i took a look at her body.
She was indeed imperfect, she wasn't too fat, more like, chunky and possibly stocky. Not sure. She did have a chubby chin, you almost had to squint to spot the gap between her chin and fat.
Her chest was just a pair of chubby breasts, they weren't big but they could handle a pair of hands decently.
Her belly was oozing out a bit over her pants. Cassandra's legs were a prime example of that chubbyness aswell, they were large and desperate to get out of those leather jeans. She placed the phone on the table again, this time giving one of her annoying prolonged sighs.  "Something wrong?" I asked her.

"Mom took a look at the schedule, the bus broke down... i have to walk home later." She said, looking at me with guilt.
I nodded while making an expression of sympathy, it wasn't fake however, i hated that aswell. By now, i was being driven crazy by the smell of hers, it wasn't too bad, but i had to get it out of my system before i was getting too drawn to it.
"Tell you what, how about you take a long shower while i make some ice tea, fixing some things here? It is a long way to where you live after all." I asked her politely.
Cassandra stared at me for a moment before looking out the window, it was almost burning hot outside. "I guess i could...thank you!" She smiled again.
Soon enough, i guided her to the bathroom and gave her the simple instructions on how to turn it on and placed a towel on the toilet lid next to the shower. They were separated from a glass door that you could slide aside. After that, i gently shut the door to it and went to the kitchen, pouring up two glasses of ice tea for me and my guest.


I went back to the living room and placed the glasses on the tables. They had straws on them. It was then i realized that Cassandra didn't turn on the shower.
Confused, i figured that she had problems with the shower itself, so i walked to the bathroom door, ready to knock.
However, i noticed that the door had slided out a bit, i figured that i didn't close it properly.
The gap was a couple of inches wide, more than enough for me to see what was going on, perhaps i didn't need to help her.
I peeked in, there she was, still dressed, standing infront of the toilet. She took off her brown t-shirt, revealing that she was wearing a dark purple bra. Her entire torso was glazing with her sweat. After that, she unbuttoned those tight leather jeans, sliding them down to the floor, revealing a pair of matching dark purple panties. And then i saw them, those chubby, glazing legs.

I had of course figured out that she just took her time to undress, i was about to slide the door back into place gently and head to the computer...but i couldn't. Cassandra's imperfect body had me staring at her. It was weird that i was doing it, but i couldn't help but find her imperfect body so arousing...
It was then i felt that wall of her stench sweeping through the gap i was looking through. I felt it enter my nose, dancing gently on every crevice. I let out a shiver of delight as i smelled it, that wrong, taboo smell of that ugly girl that one shouldn't like..to my guilt, it wasn't so bad...i felt a warmth starting to build up in my lower regions.

Cassandra took off her bra, exposing those jiggling mounds of fat on her chest. It was however nowhere as delightful as her bottom when she took off her panties..my god it was fat, all squishy and oozing with her stinky sweat.
She placed all her clothing and glasses on the toilet lid and approached the shower, this was going to be a delightful sight.
The imperfect girl turned the shower on, standing outside it. She reached a hand in and made a shiver, it was cold at the start.
As expected, she made that annoyed, long sigh again. I snickered quietly for myself and kept on watching, she walked about inside the bathroom, looking around while the cold water was slowly turning warm. It was then she tilted her head at the top of the washingmachine.

Cassie had spotted something i forgot was there. You see, a few days ago i was babysitting a cousin's baby and they forgot a bottle of baby oil, i paid no attention to that it wasn't in their possession until now, where it was now in Cassandra's right hand, being inspected.  Suddenly, to my surprise, she opened it up with a grin on her face. "Hmm~" She muttered.

Cassandra then stepped to the long mirror on the wall, looking at her nasty body and then at the bottle. Without a doubt, the girl poured a whole bit of the stuff over her torso, bum, legs..hell, everywhere apart from her head! "Aaah..." She moaned.
I bit my lips, i'd never foreseen this at all. Cassie snickered a little, placing the bottle back on the spot, exact spot.
With her own delight, she began rubbing the oil all over her until she was all juicy looking. "I feel great..." She muttered.
After that, she didn't do much afterwards, much to my dissapointment, however i got a good glimpse of what she did, rubbing her hands on her body and squishing herself a bit. She eventually went into the shower when it got warm, enjoying the liquid feeling there aswell.
For a while now, i had grown a wicked boner under my sports pants, dying for release. I gently tugged myself as i watched her, but i didn't want to get caught with a sudden moan, so i gently let the door slide back into position without a sound.

I hurried to the living room and nudged my cock out of my pants while sitting down next to Cassandra's former seat, forcing my nose on the spot, sniffing her nasty scent while jerking myself wildly. I felt myself coming to a climax soon, so i had to blow my load into something. Looking around, i soon found my attention on Cassandra's glass of icetea. With that, i grabbed the glass and let out a moan in orgasm, shooting a good load into the glass. "Aaahh~.." I moaned out afterwards. I tugged my cock into my pants again, i felt a bit stiff still but it would do for now. Before Cassandra could come out, i stirred her glass with the straw, making sure the contets mixed properly together without looking suspicious.

The minutes went by and Cassandra was now sitting next to me, hair wasn't properly dry, but it would have to do i guess.
We got aquainted a bit more, i showed more interest in her words. Her smell was still there to a degree (thanks to her clothes), but i didn't mind right now, in fact, i wanted more of it.
However, each time she drank from her glass, i couldn't help but secretly smile at her, as she closed her eyes everytime when taking a zip through the straw.

After she drank it up, she thanked me for the hospitality and gave me a small hug. I returned it with pleasure.
Before she went away, we decided to meet up here again tomorow. Why? Because i wasn't finished with her. Not by a mile.