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LeDivorcee
05-06-2006, 05:28 PM
“Come on,” she pleaded. “Just stick it in there!”

“I’m trying,” I responded, breathlessly. “It just doesn’t want to go
in.”

Cameron was sprawled out on the bed with her platinum blonde hair pulled
back in a ponytail, showing off the dark roots. Anxiously, she waited
for me to slide the large shaft home.

After being apart for nearly two months, this was a much-anticipated
meeting. “Come on,” she moaned again. “You’re fucking killing me
here!”

“That’s it,” I said, no longer hiding my frustration. “I give up.” I
dropped the large metal shaft I had been holding for the last 15
minutes. “I didn’t come over here to help you put your furniture back
together. Get your dad to do this shit when he gets home.”

“Good,” she said with a smile. “I’m starving. Let’s order some Chinese
food to go with that wine.” Cameron hopped off the bed and led the way
back downstairs.

It was the first weekend of summer break, and the two of us were
celebrating a reunion or sorts. Cameron and I had been friends for as
long as I could remember. We grew up together, and had been nearly
inseparable since the beginning of high school. Over the last nine
months, we had each been away for our first year of college. Although
we talked on the phone several times a week, this was our first time
hanging out together since Easter.

We ordered our Chinese food, and a half hour later we sat in the living
room eating and watching television. Cameron had been depressed all
week after finding out her parents wouldn’t be around on her first
weekend home from school. She had found out on the previous Saturday
that her father’s company was sending him to New York from some
meetings. Since her mom and sister had never been, he took them along.
Knowing that Cameron had always been uncomfortable home alone, I had
volunteered to keep her company. I had known her parents most of my
life, and they were comfortable with the idea, so I had dropped in on
Saturday afternoon with a couple of rented movies and some cheap
strawberry Mad Dog, Cameron’s drink of choice in our youth.

The two of us sat eating and drinking, barely watching the movie as we
shared college stories and the latest gossip about kids from high
school. Although we each had a solid year of partying under our belt,
it still didn’t take long for us to get drunk off the cheap malt
liquor.

We had been joking around and talking for a while, when she asked "So,
you still haven’t met any interesting girls at school?"

"You know me," I responded, "I’ve had some fun, but there’s no one to
replace you."

"Finding all the pretty girls and breaking their hearts, as usual?" she
asked.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

LeDivorcee
05-06-2006, 05:29 PM
"Nothing," she smiled..."It's just you know how you are...you either
hang around the sluts, or you find some cute little innocent thing,
coax her into bed, and then break her heart with some other girl."

"Oh," I responded. She had described my M.O. perfectly, and suddenly I
wanted to change the subject. "How about you?” I asked. “Have you
been out giving some college guys the thrill of their life?”

"I've dated a few guys," she answered, "nothing serious, but I think you
knew that."

"Why do you say that?" I asked.

"Oh, you know why..."she said.

"Why?"

"Babe," she began in a serious tone, "We've been friends forever, and we
talk about almost everything...but there are still some things we never
talk about."

"Like what?"

"Like the rumors that always went around high school" she said. "I've
heard the ones about me, and some about you, and I know you must have."


"I don't know what you’re talking about." I responded, but inside I knew
what she was going to say.

"Don't bullshit me," Cameron said. She began to imitate a snooty
female voice "I heard that Cameron Valance is a dyke." And, in a deep
male voice "Cameron doesn't put out for anyone...I bet she's a carpet
muncher." Again. using the snooty voice. she said, "I heard she got
caught eating out some other lesbo at a party."

"Oh, that rumor," I said. "Yeah, I've heard all of them, but I never
said anything about it because I knew it was bullshit. I mean, I know
you fooled around with Jennie Milano at that party. I know you did
lot's of stuff with girls, because you told me. But I've never thought
you were a lesbian. You went out with guys in high school all the
time, and talk about cute actors and stuff." It was the first time I
could remember lying to Cameron about something serious. Oftentimes I
had wondered if she might be gay, but had never brought it up, feeling
it might ruin our friendship. After all, if she was gay, it didn't
really matter.

"But you also knew I never fucked any of those guys in high school" she
responded. "And I think you knew when you asked earlier me that I
didn't fuck any guys at college either."

"So what?" I answered, "Lots of people don't have sex until later in
life. That doesn't make you gay."

"You're still afraid to ask," she said. "But I'm not going to be a
bitch and make you say it. I'm not a lesbian. At least I don't think
I am. I see guys I think are hot, but when I've started fooling around
with a guy...you know, making out, him touching me, trying to feel my
breast...I just don't get turned on by it. But I still think there is
a guy out there for me, but for now, I'm happy fooling around with
girls...it's just easier, and I enjoy it."

LeDivorcee
05-06-2006, 05:31 PM
"Well, I've got nothing else to do tonight." I said joking. We both
laughed. Suddenly a thought popped into my head. "What rumors were
you talking about regarding me?" I asked.

"Oh, nothing," she said..."Just about your thing."

"What thing?"

"You know, about your thing," she giggled.

"No, I don't know, what thing?"

"Come on...don't make me say it" she pleaded.

"Cammie, I honestly don't know what you are talking about."

She looked at me with frustrated eyes as she sighed. Then she blurted
it out. "About your cock...you have some great, big, giant cock."

I stared at her in shock. I had honestly never heard many rumors about
it. "There are rumors about it?" I asked, stunned.

"You really don't know? I've heard as long as 14 inches, and as big
around as my wrist. All the girls talked about it...several of them
asked me if I had seen it, since they knew we were friends...the girls
that didn't take me for a dyke that is."

"I can't believe girls talk about it."

"I can't believe you didn't know," she said. "I mean, honestly, you're
cute, and you’re funny and great when someone gets to know you, but at
first, you are awkward around girls, and how many did you sleep with in
high school?"

"I don't know," I answered, "a few."

"A few," she giggled. "Just counting the ones you told me about, it was
over 10 during our last 2 years. That's more than a few. And, baby,
I'm your best friend, but you're horrible at flirting. Didn't you ever
wonder how you got to so many?"

Honestly, I had never really thought about, and I told her so. I knew I
was decent at flirting with shy girls, but with the popular girls I was
always been nervous, yet I had managed to bed quite a few of them. I
had always thought that they found the nervousness endearing. Cameron
told me that she had even heard of girls targeting me out, to see if
the rumors were true.

I blushed a little. "Well, it's really not that big you know. It's
between 9 and 10 inches, and about this big around," I said, holding my
fingers up to show the girth.

"God," she responded, "I've never seen one up close, but, honey, I've
read, and that's a lot bigger than the average, isn't it?" I nodded.
"Something like that would rip me apart!"

"You'd be surprised," I answered.

LeDivorcee
05-06-2006, 05:33 PM
Cameron giggled. "How do you even fit something that big in your pants?
How do you wear shorts?"

"It's really not that big of a deal," I said. "Do you want to just see
it?"

"No. No, I don’t." she laughed, and then paused. "Well, yes, kind of.
I've never seen one, and I'm curious, but no, I shouldn't. No .I
don't want to, unless you want to show it to me...but I shouldn't...and
I don't want to take advantage of you...I'd have to pay you back some
how. Maybe show you my boobs?"

"You don't have to pay me back. It's no big deal." I stood up in front
of Cameron and unzipped my jeans, and unbuttoned them. I pulled them
down a bit, as well as my boxers, and gently pulled out my penis. The
whole time she kept telling me I didn't have to do it, she was just
being silly because of the wine, but when I got it out, she stopped
talking. My penis hung in front of her in it's flaccid state, almost
seven inches long, and above average girth.

"Holy shit," was the only thing she could say at first. "And that gets
bigger when your horny, right? It’s kind of silly looking, but sexy in
a way.”

It was about this time that I realized that if it hadn't been for the
alcohol, I never would have just whipped out my piece. Even with my
buzz, I was starting to feel a little weird, like a piece of meat. Here
I was, with my pants down standing in front of a woman, with my
genitalia exposed, being looked over in a very clinical fashion, like a
dog being judged at Westminster Abbey.

Cameron was still talking, but I wasn't paying much attention, I was
starting to become to embarrassed. "It's so weird," she was saying,
"So ugly, yet in some way beautiful. I'll bet it's heavy, you must get
a workout carrying this thing around." Without thinking she reached
out and wrapped a hand around my penis, and hefted it a couple of times
like a dumbbell. "Yeah, heavy."

I barely heard her last comment. From the minute her hand touched me, a
jolt shot through my body, starting deep inside my testicles. I knew
right then that we had both drank too much, and that things were going
to far, but I couldn't stop the physical reaction -- My penis was
beginning to get stiff in her hand.

For some reason, I had never...NEVER...thought about Cameron in a sexual
manner. Once I had a wet dream about her, and instead lusting after
her the next day, I was just nervous. I had never considered hitting
on her, or having sex with her. I guess our friendship had prevented
the basic lust feelings I had for most women from surfacing. I later
found out she had never thought about me in a romantic or sexual way
either.

Cameron still held my penis in her hand, seemingly unaware of what was
happening. She was asking questions, but I didn’t answer. For the
first time in my life I was seeing the woman in front of me in a very
different light. She was no longer Cammie, my best friend and
confidante, who may or may not be a lesbian. She was Cameron, an
extremely attractive blonde 19 year old, who had my cock in her hand,
and was making it very happy.

LeDivorcee
05-06-2006, 05:35 PM
As Cameron began to realize what was going on, she looked up at me with
surprise, still holding my penis in her hand. I looked at her face,
and realized she was beautiful, and wondered how I had never seen it
before. Her hair was long and straight, pulled back in a ponytail. It
had a very fine texture, and was dyed light blonde, almost white,
although I could still see her dark roots. Her face was perfectly
round, and very pretty, with fair skin, a cute little upturned nose,
and pretty pink lips. Her eyes were vibrant green, and her lashes long
and dark, even though she was wearing no make-up. Looking down, I
realized her body was very slim and fit, no doubt from playing soccer
in high school, and her breasts were very ample on her tight frame.
Her skin was like alabaster--pale, smooth, but not pasty. She was
wearing a white, short-sleeved, knit top that zipped up the front, and
left her flat stomach exposed. Her black athletic shorts seemed to
cling to her muscular thighs and ass. Almost instantaneously I became
rock hard.

"What's going on?" she asked, and giggled nervously.

"I'm so sorry, Cammie...I just...I can't help it." All I could think
about now was having sex with my best friend. What would she be like?
What did she look like naked?

"I'm so sorry, and embarrassed Cammie." I said. "I would leave, but I no
how nervous you get alone at night, and I don't want to do that to you.
I do think you should just go to bed now, and I'll sleep in here. I
just don't trust myself. I can't think straight right now, and I don't
want to do something stupid. Something that might piss you off, or
embarrass me, or somehow ruin our friendship." Cameron had a queen
sized bed in her room, and normally I just shared it with her when I
slept over, but in this situation, I knew I would end up trying to have
sex with her. I had always been weak in the face of temptation, as too
many of my past girlfriends had learned.

"Are you serious?" she asked. I just nodded in response. "Wow, you
really don't have much control over that thing. I guess that's why you
can't hold a relationship together."

"Probably so," I answered, thinking back to all the girls I had never
meant to hurt, but somehow I still had. I had never been able to turn
down sex starting with losing my virginity to Ashley Welch, while
dating someone else. My penis was still throbbing, and for some reason
I hadn't even considered putting it up yet. My head was still filled
with images of Cameron and I having sex right there on the living room
floor.

"What if I told you I didn't want to sleep alone tonight?" Cameron
asked.

"Cammie, honey, I told you, I don't trust myself. I can't control
myself right now. At this second, I can't stop picturing the two of us
going at it."

"Well then, why don't we just do it?"

"Do what?" I asked, confused.

LeDivorcee
05-06-2006, 05:37 PM
"What do you think?" she responded. "Fuck." I think my jaw hit the
floor at that instant. I was completely shocked...I stammered, trying
to find words. After a few seconds, she started talking. "Listen, I
just told you that I've fooled around with guys, and never even been
aroused. Well, right now, looking at you standing there with a hard
on, knowing you are fantasizing about me--I don't know--I just feel
something. I mean I'm not all horny right this second, but I feel
something, like the feeling I’ve only had with girls before." I still
didn't know what to say. "Look, I've been waiting all this time for
the perfect guy to give my virginity too, and it's built up so much now
that I'm never going to find him. With you, it's someone I know I care
about."

"But Cameron, I don't want to fuck up our relationship. You're my best
friend and I don't want to ruin that. Like you always point out, my
relationships don’t end so well."

"We're too good of friend to let that happened" she answered. "And
besides, what if my first time with a man is bad? Then I may never try
it again. With you, at least I know it will be good. Your penis size
wasn’t the only thing I heard from the girl's in high school." She
giggled, and it was infectious, and with that, all the tension was
broken. I sat down next to her on the sofa, and put my arm around her
shoulders. Our eyes locked, and I was lost in those vibrant, blazing
green eyes. Damn, she was beautiful I thought to myself, and all these
years I've taken it for granted, never even noticed. We stared at each
other for what seemed like an eternity, and in that moment, I knew , we
both knew, that our relationship was about to change forever, and that
there was no turning back at this point. I lifted a hand and gently
caressed her cheek with the back of my fingers, then I leaned in and
kissed my best friend on the lips, softly at first, but our slips
slowly parted, and we began to embrace, totally lost in each other.
Delicately, I traced my tongue along the top of hers, and finally I
pulled away, slightly sucking her top lip. We sat staring at each
other, both of us a little ruffled and breathless. It was quite obvious
from my still exposed penis that I was very turned on, and I could
sense that Cameron was as well.

I allowed my eyes to roam her body once more. Her nipples were
protruding slightly through her knit top, and I noticed I could see a
hint of a green bra through the white fabric. I watched her slightly
exposed stomach expand and contract, and her bosom heave, as her breath
came in quick gasps. I marveled once more at how I had taken her looks
for granted for so long. I realized she was perfect, and at that
instant I no longer just wanted her, I NEEDED her. I needed her like
I had never needed a woman before. Not just for sex, but for
fulfillment. I needed more than just her body, I needed her soul. I
needed to possess this girl I'd known most of my life, who had some how
become a woman while I had my back turned.

I gently took her hand in mine, and let my first two fingers slide up
her arm. "Oh shit, Cammie...I need you so bad...I need this," I
whispered, my voice on the edge of quivering.

"Then take me," she whispered back, her voice husky, and filled with
lust. "Take me...Take me now." She paused, and leaned in and kissed
me gently on the lips. "Tonight, right now, you own me" she whispered,
her voice filled with emotion, her eyes locked onto mine, "Maybe you
always have."

LeDivorcee
05-06-2006, 05:39 PM
I was overwhelmed with emotion. Part of me felt like I was going to cry
tears of joy. Part of me was confused. There was something else
there...love, perhaps? But mostly, I felt the need, hers as well as my
own. Hungrily, I lurched forward, wrapping my arms tight around her
body, as she did the same to me. We kissed deeply, both of us in a
frenzy. We parted, and gently I began to pull down the zipper of her
top, slowly revealing her breasts, supported by a beautiful emerald
green satin bra. I could tell just from her cleavage that they were
very perky, definitely a C-cup, and a very nice shape. Her top fell
open, and between kisses she removed my shirt. Slowly, she slid her
hand across my bare chest, and down my stomach, and then, while looking
me in the eye, wrapped it firmly around my stiff cock. I couldn't help
but to gasp.

My movements became slower, and more deliberate, as I reached over and
unbuttoned her shorts. I unzipped them slowly, revealing gorgeous
green satin panties. I'd seen her panties a thousand times in the
past...she usually slept in them and nothing more that a long t-shirt..
but I had never had this reaction before. They drove me wild. Even
before I got her shorts down, I could see they were damp. I could see
dark little pubic hairs through them, and the smell of her sex flooded
my nostrils. She stood up so I could get her shorts off, and I noticed
how they hugged her body, and what a cute, tight little athletic ass
she had. For the hundredth time that night, I wondered how I never
noticed before. I jerked her shorts down in one quick moment, and
began to run my tongue up her inner thigh. I stood up in front of
her, and she slowly peeled away my clothing.

Again, she wrapped one hot hand tightly around my throbbing organ, and
pulled me towards her, using it like a leash. "So is this what most
girls do?" she asked, as she proceeded to slide her tongue along it
expertly, teasing me. A chill shot out from the base of my spine as I
was overtaken with pleasure. Gently, she slid her hand from base to
tip, every now and then licking it, providing lubrication. I knew I
couldn't take much of that. I hadn't been this horny, or eager to cum
since I was 16. Slowly, I pulled away, and dropped to my knees in
front of her. I hitched my fingers in the waistband of her panties,
and began to slide them down. They were tight, and the clung nicely to
her perfect round ass. As they came down, I was slowly treated to the
sight of a thick patch of dark brown pubic hair, and eventually her
vagina. By the time her panties reached mid-thigh, the smell of her
need was enough to almost knock me flat. The panties themselves were
absolutely drenched. I ran my nose along them, taking in her scent.

After the panties hit the floor, I joined her on the couch. I sat next
to her and began to kissing her neck and nibbling on her ear, as I
coaxed my first two fingers inside of her. I used my thumb to rub her
clit, and my pinky to rub the area below her vagina. Cameron threw her
head back and closed her eyes. Her breathing became incredibly
shallow. "Oh shit. Please don't stop" she whispered. "It feels too
good."

Using my free hand, I loosed her bra, which clasped in the front. Her
breasts popped free, and they were every bit as enticing as I knew they
would be. Gently, I took turns caressing each of her nipples, turning
them into rock hard buds, before I began to roll them with my lips, and
flick them with my tongue as I continuously slid my fingers in and out.
"I'm going to cum." she panted, barely audible.

"What was that?" I asked

LeDivorcee
05-06-2006, 05:40 PM
"I said I'm going to fucking cum," she burst out, as she desperately
pulled for air. Her hips began pressing hard into my fingers, and for
the first time she really began to moan. "Oh shit...oh shit" she
panted at first, and then it became a shout, over and over. Seconds
later, a wave of pleasure went through her body, and she shook all
over, incapable of words. After that she opened her eyes. "How does
it feel to be the first man to give me a big O?" she giggled.

"Good," I answered..."but not nearly as good as it's going to feel to be
the first man to cum inside of you." We both laughed for a minute, and
then I asked if she was ready. She nodded, and I helped her lay down
on the couch, before mounting her. She lay on her back looking up at
me, her shirt and bra still on, hanging open.

"Be gentle," she whispered. "It's supposed to hurt on your first time."
I promised her I would be, as she took my cock in her tiny hand, and
guided it to her entrance. Gently, I began to slide in. I felt her
hymen resisting me, and that drove me wild. How many had I already
broken in my life? I couldn't even count at that point. Being as
tender as possible, I applied the necessary force, and pushed though.
Cameron gasped slightly, and her eyes were watering, as I gently began
to stroke in and out. The sensation was incredible. She was very
tight. At first, I couldn't get all the way in, but as I continued
humping her, I eventually began to feel my balls touching her body.

I pushed slowly for the first five minutes, then I began to build up
speed. "It hurts," she whispered, but she told me not to stop. We
were both beginning to moan now. We were quiet at first, but the
volume quickly increased. Shortly, her moans turned into screams of
joy, and I knew she would come again soon "Fuck me," she started to
pant. "I feel so good."

As I continued to drive into her, Cameron kept pleading for more. It
didn't take long until I felt her give. She stopped thrusting, and her
body nearly collapsed, as she shivered. Her eyes closed, and her mouth
went in to a grimace. She shouted out a string of profanities the
likes of which I had never heard from her. The sounds and sight drove
me wild, and I felt myself letting go, as I shot spray after spray of
my hot load up inside her. I couldn't remember the last time I had
came so hard.

Afterwards, we just lay there, looking at each other, my penis still
inside of her. We didn't say a word, we just ran our fingers over each
other's body. Time seemed to stand still for us, and minutes seemed
like years. Finally, the two of us got up, and went to her deck out
back. She sat on my lap, nude, with a blanket wrapped around the two
of us as we smoked an old joint she had brought back from school. We
hardly said a word, both of us lost in our own thoughts, but the
silence was comfortable.

After we finished, she leaned her head on my shoulder and closed her
eyes, and the two of us sat there for an hour, without a word, before
we slowly began to kiss again. We moved to her bedroom, and still
without talking, the two of us made love between her sheets before
falling asleep nude together, in each other's arms.

LeDivorcee
05-06-2006, 05:41 PM
Anyone wants more???

AD69
05-06-2006, 07:35 PM
Yes, more please. :)

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 10:20 AM
**********The Morning After: My Best Friend, Cameron, Part II**********


I hadn't bothered to notice what time sleep had fallen on the two of us.
I knew it had been late when our fateful conversation was started, and
it was even later by the time we had finished our second bout of love
making. On top of that, the sex had been exhaustive, on both the
physical and emotional level. For me, the emotion was something new.

Cameron was the first sexual partner I had ever really cared about. The
thought was kind of shocking to me. For someone who had just completed
his freshman year of college, my experience was considerable. Cameron's
estimate that I had slept with ten girls during our last two years of
high school was a little conservative, and when you added on my first
two years of high school, and my college experiences, the number was
rather large. But still, I couldn't recall having an emotional
attachment to even one of them. Sex, in my view, had been like a
conquest. In most of the cases, that had been fine for both parties.
When we climbed in bed, we both knew it was just for fun. But then,
there were the others. The good girls who had fallen in love, or at
least thought they had, only to have their innocence stolen from them,
and their heart carelessly broken. But that wasn't entirely true. For
each heart I had broken, I had left a scar on my own. The scars faded,
but from each one, a small piece remained, small enough to forget about
most of the time, but the scars were still there, and every once in a
while, they hurt.

It was close to eleven in the morning when I first woke up. The sun was
shining brightly through her bedroom window, and rays of it fell on
Cameron's nude body. She was still soundly asleep, slightly curled up
on her side. Her light blonde hair, no longer in a ponytail, glistened
like gold, and I couldn't resist running my fingers gently through it.
She stirred for a second, and sighed softly in her sleep. In the night,
the sheets had pulled away from her body, leaving her totally exposed.
I studied her body in silent awe, once again shocked that I had never
noticed it before. Her skin was extremely fair, but not pasty, and
softer than satin to the touch. Her breasts were very round and
ample...as perfect a shape as I had ever seen, with gorgeous pink
nipples the color of a tongue. They were both erect at the moment, and
I had to fight the urge to touch them. Her entire body was slender,
and very toned, and her curves were very womanly. I gently slid my
hand down her hip, and around the curve of her ass... the most perfect
ass I had ever seen. Nice. Tight. Round.. It was the kind of butt
that women's clothes were made to show off, and that men loved to have
their hands on. Finally, I looked at her vagina. It was surrounded by
a nicely trimmed thick thatch of dark brown hair. The vagina itself was
very visually pleasing, and I enjoyed looking at it. I leaned towards
her, and softly kissed her cheek, and she woke briefly, and smiled at
me. Then she turned and put her arms around me, and I lay with her,
and drifted back into sleep.

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 10:21 AM
It was early afternoon the next time I woke up. The sun had apparently
continued on it's path through the sky, as it was no longer shining
into the bedroom window. Looking over, I noticed that Cameron was no
longer in bed, and after a few seconds I heard her in the other end of
the house, softly singing along with the radio. I stumbled out of bed
into the bathroom and cleaned up a bit, and then laid back down. The
memories of the previous night were vivid in my mind. It had been
surreal, and I was amazed it had happened. For a few minutes I
imagined having a real relationship for once in my life. Cameron and I
got along tremendously, and the sex had been extraordinary. But my
delusions only lasted for a few seconds before my brain returned to
normal. To me, monogamy was the scariest word in the English language.
The thought of not being able to have sex when I wanted, with whomever
I wanted frightened me. Then a thought occurred that frightened me
even more. What if I wasn't able to get out of this situation with my
friendship intact? A relationship was the last thing I wanted, but
losing Cameron's friendship would be a nightmare. I had other friends
from high school, of course, and new friends at college, but no one so
close, and I knew that the type of relationship Cammie and I had shared
before last night took years to build. Ideally, our friendship would
go back to what it had always been, with the added bonus of the
occasional toss between the sheets, but somehow I knew that wasn't
going to work for her.

A cold sweat was starting to form on my body when I heard her footsteps
coming down the hall. I closed my eyes and feigned sleep as the
bedroom door opened. Carefully, I kept one eye slightly opened to see
what was going on. Cameron was standing in the doorway of the room
with her hair still down. She was wearing a very short satin nightie.
It was basically white, with a very light pastel blue floral print. It
had spaghetti straps, and the hem was trimmed with white lace. It was
evident that she wasn't wearing a bra, but her breasts still stood
firm, and I could see the outline of her hard nipples easily. I was
actually shocked to find out that she owned something like that. In
the past, she had always slept in oversized t-shirts and panties.

Slowly, she walked towards the bed. "Wake up, sleepy head" she called
gently. I stirred slowly, acting as if I was just waking up. "I made
you some breakfast, baby." She pulled the sheets off of me, revealing
my tall naked body. My large penis lay limp across my leg. "But
first," she began, "I thought you might like a little dessert." She
climbed into the bed slowly, and lifted her nightie slightly so that
she could straddle my legs, exposing a beautiful pair of pastel blue
satin panties, with lace trim. The satin felt nice on my bare legs,
and I could already feel her heat emanating through the thin material.
"I think I know just the thing to wake you up," she whispered.

She leaned forward, placing her hands on my chest, and kissed me deeply
on the lips. The soft satin nightie rubbed against my cock, and caused
it to stir. As she sat back up she carefully drug her nails down the
length of my torso, finally stopping at my waist.

She began to slide her hands up and down the length of my inner thigh,
just barely grazing my balls each time, causing me to get hard quickly.
She began to talk to me, as she took my scrotum in her left hand and
began to massage it. She twirled the index finger of her right hand in
my dark pubic hairs. "Do you like what I'm wearing?" she asked. I
nodded. "I'm glad," she responded. "I don't own that many pretty
night things, but I thought you would like this one."

Slowly, Cameron began to slide her hand up and down my lengthy cock,
quickly bringing it to attention. She did it in a very nonchalant
manner as if she had years of experience. "Last night was amazing,"
she said. "I'm not just talking about my first time...I'm talking
about it being with you." I laid on my back listening to her talk,
finding it hard to pay attention as she continued to caress my
throbbing member. "I know this is going to be a little weird as first"
she continued, "But I really think it will work." Her petite hand
still slid up and down my shaft, but I was no longer distracted. I
wanted to hear what she was saying at this point. "I mean, neither one
of us has been much good at relationships, but we've always maintained
our friendship, and it's been great. And then last night... well, last
night was magnificent. I loved every moment of being with you...every
second you were touching me, and fucking me. We've been here right
under each other's noses for so long....I know it's going to work."

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 10:23 AM
Even though she never said what "it" was, to me it was plainly obvious
that she assumed we would have a relationship. Part of me was
overjoyed...perhaps this was what I had been searching for all along.
Unfortunately, that part was in the minority. The rest of me was
scared, and I immediately tried to figure out if I could possible get
out somehow, and still have our friendship. These thoughts were still
rapidly running through my head, when Cameron decided that stroking me
was no longer good enough. Slowly she leaned forward, allowing the
front of her gown to fall with gravity, which permitted me a nice view
of her breasts. Stopping her hand in the middle of my cock, she
carefully guided the head of it into her mouth. In that moment, every
thought in my head vanished except for the dirty ones.

Cameron began to slide my rigid cock in and out of her mouth, slow at
first, but with increasing speed. With each downward stroke, she was
able to take in a little more of my length. I reached my hands down
and pulled her long blonde hair back, keeping it out of her face. She
looked me in the eyes, and attempted a small thank you smile, but the
bulbous head of my penis prevented it. With each little flick of her
tongue, shocks went out through my body. At first, I was amazed that
someone who had never touched a cock before the previous night could be
so good, but then it dawned on me that Cammie had done plenty of sexual
things with other women, and maybe the art of pleasure wasn't all that
different. She continued to slide her lips up and down my large shaft,
keeping her big green eyes firmly locked on my brown ones the whole
time. It was amazing the way she had complete control over me.

Finally, with one last upstroke, she freed my cock from her lips with a
soft smacking sound. She shot me a quick, mischievous smile, which
made my heart thump, and my stiff organ throb even more. "Holy shit, I
loooove your big cock" she said. The voice she spoke in was so
different then the one I was used to. It was soft, sensual, throaty,
and filled with lust. It made me think of her as nothing but a cock
hungry slut, and I eagerly wanted to fill that hunger. "I hope I never
have to see another dick," she began, "Because I don't thing I'm ever
gonna find something to compare to this hunk of meat. Fucking A...it's
making me so wet." She pressed her spread legs down firmly on my
thigh. I could easily feel how damp her panties were, and I could feel
her heat coming through them. "Can you feel how fucking hot you are
making me?" she asked. I nodded. "Can you see how hard my nipples are
through this flimsy little gown?" Again, a nod. "Do you want me to
take it off so you can see my breasts? So you can touch and kiss
them?" Another nod from me. Being as sensual as possible, she reached
down and slowly pulled the gown up over her head. When her arms
reached full extension, she dropped the gown, and just sat there for a
second, holding her arms skyward, in a gorgeous, sensual pose. Then,
she brought her arms back down, and used her hands to push her tits
together and up, framing them for me.

I was thunderstruck. I had never imagined Cameron could be this way. I
had been with tons of girls, some of the very sexual, but very few
could top these carnal acts. She took my hands and guided them to her
breasts, and nipples. The girl who had took my virginity so long ago
had done the same thing to me. "Do you like feeling my titties?" she
asked. I was speechless. I just nodded again. Cammie had never been
an especially good girl, but her dirty talk now far surpassed the
usual, and it was incredibly erotic to me. She slid up my body,
placing her damp, panty covered crotch right on top of my throbbing
bone. She leaned forward slowly, and like a mother nursing her young,
pulled my head up, and held it to her breast. Eagerly, I took her left
nipple in my mouth and flicked it with my tongue. She moaned like a
porn star and told me how good it felt. "Do you feel how wet you've
made me?" she asked again. "Do you feel my wet little panties on your
big, monster dick?" I just nodded again, it seemed to be the
appropriate thing to do, and it was probably all I was capable of. "Do
you want to see my little secret? Do you want to see my hot little
pussy?" More nods.

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 10:25 AM
Slowly, she climbed off my body, and instantly my cock ached from the
missing sensation of her weight. She stood up in the bed, and still
straddling me, she leaned forward, dangling her bosom in my face. She
took my hands once again, and hooked each of my index fingers in the
waistband of her panties. Slowly, I pulled them down, revealing first
her dark bush, and then her pleasing vagina. As I pulled the panties
to her ankles, she stepped out of them. The smell of her sex filled
the room instantaneously. She turned around and faced my feet, showing
me that perfect little ass, then she dropped to her knees, with each
leg on an opposite side of my prone body, and then she was on all
fours. She slowly backed up, waving her wet vagina in my face. Not
needing her guidance for the moment, I reached up, and cupped my hands
around her scrumptious ass cheeks. I pulled her towards me. The
pungent smell of her sex filled my nostrils, as I slowly began to run
my tongue around the lips of her vagina. She moaned loudly, and told
me not to stop. I began to flick my tongue at her clit, as she
squealed in delight. She backed up farther, forcing my face between
her thighs. As I continued to tease her clit, she began to lick my
cock up and down, from base to tip, while blowing on it softly.

I continued to tongue fuck her vagina until I could take her teasing no
more. In a quick movement I jumped up and through her on her side.
"Mmmm" she moaned. "Do you want to fuck me? Are you going to fuck me
now?" I didn't bother to nod now. Expertly, I repositioned my best
friend on her hands and knees, and lined my dick up with her waiting
hole. I slid into it easily. I reached one hand around, and rubbed
her clit, and used the other to gently pull her hair back. At first I
tried to fuck her slow, but as she began to pant, then moan, then
scream, I lost control. In seconds I was pounding away inside of her,
fucking her as fast and furious as I had ever fucked before. It didn't
take long for her to reach her climax, and seconds later I released gob
after gob of my hot semen inside of her.

The two of us collapsed in a heap, our limbs intertwined, and our
tongues in each other's mouths. We were both drenched in sweat, and
the room smelled strongly of sex. When Cammie caught her breathe, she
began to speak once more. "Holy shit that was amazing. I know I'm
going to love this...fucking your all the time, and when we're not
fucking, hanging out, and doing stuff like we always have...but being
more than friends."

With effort, I hid my fear, and agreed with her. It was obvious now
that I was trapped, and there was no going back. It was either going
to be a relationship, or nothing with Cameron, and although I knew a
relationship was destined for failure, I wasn't ready to give her up
yet. "You're right, Cammie" I said, "this is going to be a fun
summer."

edack
06-06-2006, 11:11 AM
sssiiiiiii .. good story

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 04:26 PM
**********Dressing Up: My Best Friend Cameron, Part III**********

During August of 1996, the only thing most Atlanta residents thought
about was the Olympics. I didn't have that luxury. For me, almost
every waking moment was spent with Cameron, my former best friend, and
current lover. When I wasn't with her, I constantly thought of ways to
get away from her, while leaving our friendship in tact.

By the time the closing ceremonies had rolled around, it had been almost
two months since that fateful night when I had stripped her down for
the first time, and made love to her on her parents couch. As amazing
as the sex between us had been, for the most part, I regretted the
change in our relationship.

That's what was going through my head, as the two of us pulled up into
her driveway late in the afternoon. I was happy to see that her
parents were not home. Despite my mind numbing fear of being in a
relationship, I really enjoyed our sex life. I was very proud of the
fact that I had taken a nineteen year old virgin, and made her into a
nymphomaniac. Since our first night together we fucked almost daily,
and it wasn't uncommon to have sex two or three times in a day. Her
mind was adventurous and imaginative, and both of our bodies were more
than willing. We had nearly been caught by her parents, or mine, on
countless occasions, and we'd put our selves at risk more than once in
a public place.

"Looks like your parents aren't here," I said, as I reached over and put
a hand on her knees. I slid the ends of my fingers up the leg of her
loose soccer shorts, touching the edge of her cotton panties.

"Yeah, they went out to dinner and a movie," she responded. Gently, I
began to rub her vagina through her panties. "You're disgusting," she
said, giggling. "Look at me, I'm a mess!" She was right. I had spent
the afternoon watching her play in a soccer game for a summer
recreational league. Her bleach blonde hair was pulled back in a pony
tail, and looked very limp, and her body was coated in sweat and dirt.
"Besides," she continued, "We don't have much time to get ready for the
party."

"I'm ready now," I responded. "And how long can it take you?"

"It takes time for a lady to reach perfection," she answered, gracing me
with a playful kiss on the cheek. I was a bit upset that it wasn't
something more.

"You are always perfection," I replied with my best smile.

"Thank you, and nice try," she answered. "But you still have to wait,"
she said, giving my cock a light squeeze through my pants. She jumped
out of the car and headed for the door to her house. Reluctantly, I
followed.

Personally, I would have been just as happy to miss the party and spend
the rest of the evening between her sheets, but that was pretty
unlikely. First, her parents would be home at some time, and that
would not please them at all. Second, we had both actually been
looking forward to the party for some time. It was being thrown by a
guy named Reggie Jones who we had went to high school with. His
parents were extremely wealthy, and he had a large house with a
swimming pool. Reggie's parents had rented a suite with some friends
downtown so they could attend the closing ceremonies for the Olympics,
and then stay out all night partying. The party was certain to be a
big high school reunion, and it would be nice to see old friends.

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 04:27 PM
We walked in to Cameron's room and I sat on the bed, watching her gather
her stuff to take a shower. "Do you think your parent's will mind if I
use their restroom?" I asked. "I just want to comb my hair and wash my
face while you get ready."

"They probably wouldn't say anything to you," she answered, "But I'm
sure my mom would bitch at me about it. Just use mine while I'm taking
a shower." She pulled off her jersey, revealing a tight navy blue
sports bra. "Just promise me you will not try to get in the shower
with me. We really are in a hurry."

I sat ogling her body for a second before responding. "I don't think I
can make that promise."

"Seriously, you have to," she said, a bit frustrated with me. I was
still staring at the body I had seen and touched a hundred times that
summer. Her breasts had such a perfect shape, even in the sports bra,
and her stomach was so taught and flat. Against my better judgment, I
promised not to interrupt her bathing.

I followed her to the bathroom, and watched her step into the shower,
and slide the door closed. The glass was glazed, but I could still see
every detail of her magnificent body, as she first removed her shorts,
and then her panties. Finally, she took off the bra, and cast all the
items out onto the floor before turning on the water. I tried to go
about my own business, but as steam started to fill the room, it was
impossible to concentrate.

I turned and sat on the counter top, and began to stare at the shower.
Cameron was leaning forward under the stream of water, letting it soak
her stringy hair. As she stood back up, and began to work the shampoo
in, I was afforded a great view of her profile. For some reason, just
being able to see her outline, and not the details, was incredibly
erotic. I could see her long hair, cascading to her shoulders, and her
cute little nose. Her breasts were nicely shaped, and they jostled
about as she continued to massage her head. Most impressive was her
ass. Her back arched in nicely from her shoulders downward, but her
tight little ass stuck out perfectly. It was high and round, and at
that moment, I lusted for it.

I could feel my dick getting stiff in my tight jeans, as fantasies began
to play in my mind. I pictured myself silently opening the door to the
shower, and slipping in behind her, both of us totally nude. Quickly, I
grasped her body, and lay my stiff cock tightly in the crack of her
ass. At first, she would protest that I was interrupting her shower,
but seconds later I would have her hands against the wall as I entered
her vagina from behind, and began to fuck her standing up, letting the
hot water poured off our nude bodies, while her perky breasts swung in
rhythm with the fucking.

Sitting on the counter, I realized I had become rock hard, and I was
sweating a little bit. I knew that if I didn't get out of there soon,
I was going to break my promise to my girlfriend. Cameron and I had
got along great all summer, without a single major argument, and I
didn't want to have our first one tonight. Despite every instinct in
my body (and especially my swollen cock), I walked out of the bathroom,
and sat on her bed.

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 04:29 PM
As I sat there, I could hear the water running, and see the steam
drifting from the bathroom. The fantasy began to play in my head once
again, and I closed my eyes and let it play. Without thinking about
it, I leaned back on the bed, and began to softly stroke my stiff penis
through my pants. Over and over in my mind I saw the two of us
standing nude in that shower, as I briskly pounded away inside her
vagina. I was so lost in my reverie; I didn't even hear the water
stop.

"Are you still awake in there," I heard her shout.

I quickly jumped up and opened my eyes. From my seat on the bed, I
could see just inside the bathroom, as far as the counter. Cameron was
not in that area, and I was relieved that she hadn't see me
masturbating on her bed. I quickly answered that I was awake. My dick
was still harder than ever, and I could feel a bit of pre-cum on my
underwear. Without looking out, Cameron walked over to the mirror, and
began to mess with her hair and makeup. The sight of her drove me out
of my mind.

Cameron stood in front of the mirror, wearing a flimsy silk dressing
gown. It was knee length, white, and trimmed with lace around the
openings. It was barely held closed by a silk belt, not even knotted.
The material was so thin that I could see the outline of her white
panties beneath it. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the soft material
showed the outline of her breasts perfectly. I could even see her hard
nipples poking through it. "You're fucking torturing me..." I muttered
under my breathe.

Cameron stuck her head out the bathroom door momentarily and called out
to me. "Did you say something?”

"Nothing," I responded. "Just that I'm going to the living room to
watch TV while you get ready." I started to leave the room, and as I
walked down the hall, I couldn't shake the images of her out of my
mind. In addition to my shower fantasy, I saw myself sliding her robe
up, and bending her over the counter to fuck. My hand found my stiff
cock once more, and I stood in the hallway stroking it. I unzipped my
pants and pulled it out, marveling at how hard it had become. I leaned
against the wall and began to jerk off fiercely when a new though
popped into my head.

I turned and started heading back to Cameron's room. The logic made
sense as I ran it over in my mind, my cock still hanging out of my
pants. I had not promised not to disturb her, just not to interrupt
her shower. Her shower was over.

Standing outside her bedroom door, I quickly removed my shirt, pants,
and finally my underwear. As silently as possible, I moved to the
bathroom door. Cameron was leaned over the sink, applying lipstick.
She had already dried her hair, and it was pushed back in a headband.
As she leaned over, her robe hung open, and looking in the mirror I had
a clear shot of her left breast. Her right breast still strained
against the soft fabric of the robe, and I could see her nipple was
still hard. As she leaned a bit farther, her ass stuck out perfectly.
Silently, I stepped in behind her, and wrapped an arm around her waist.

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 04:32 PM
Her first reaction was to jump. She was obviously a bit surprised. When
she realized what was going on, she began to ask me what I was doing. I
pulled her tightly to me, letting my hard cock press firmly against her
back. With one hand, I turned her head to face me, and began to kiss
her slowly and passionately. Looking in the mirror, the sight was
quite erotic. My nude muscular body behind her slender scantily
clothed one. I held her tightly, and began to gyrate my hips slightly,
enjoying the feel of my cock rubbing against her robe.

Slowly, I began to slide my right hand up her thigh, under her robe,
touching the lips of her vagina through her satin panties. She moaned
softly as our tongues began to intertwine. I reached inside her robe
with my left hand, and softly removed her right breast. I rubbed my
fingers gently around her hard pink nipple, as I watched everything in
the mirror. Her eyes were still closed, as she responded to my kisses,
and her body seemed to give in to my will.

Gently, I continued to stroke her exposed nipple and the surrounding
area with my finger tips. I worked the fingers on my other hand into
the gusset of her panties. I knew every inch of her body, and I easily
found her swelling clitoris, and began to rub it. She sighed softly.
"That feels good," she whispered. My only response was to keep
touching her with my hands, while my tongue and lips met with hers. I
slid her panties completely aside, and began to slowly slide two
fingers inside her moist vagina. I removed my left hand from her
breast, and used it to lift her robe, and then line the head of my
stiff cock up with her entrance.

"Not here," she panted, as I continued to finger her.

"Yes," I responded. "Right here. In front of the mirror, against the
counter."

"No," she answered. "I don't want to do it standing up. Let's move to
my bed." She opened her eyes now and looked up into mine. "I promise,
I'll make it worth your while," she said with a taunting smile.

At that moment, I didn't care if she made it "worth my while" or not. I
just wanted it bad; needed it even. I used my hand to spread her legs,
and started pushing the tip of my swollen member inside her.

"Please," she pleaded with me. "I like making love in my bed, and we
don't get to do it that often." Her statement was true. Although we
had been very sexually active all summer, we very rarely fucked in her
bed. Cameron's mom was a teacher, so she was home during the summer
days. Most of our love making sessions took place at my house, or in
the back of a car, or at my childhood fort in the woods. I could still
see my earlier fantasies of doing in on the counter, but I honestly
didn't care where we did it at the moment, as long as I could get off
soon and put out the fire in my loins. I decided it was always a good
policy to keep your girlfriend happy, and slowly removed my cock.

She smiled at me, obviously happy that I had given in to her desire.
Cameron took my hand, and let me back into the bedroom. She turned
down the sheets on her bed, and told me to lay down. I lay on my back
watching her, as she stepped away from the bed. Slowly, she turned her
back to me, and made very deliberate motions as she untied the belt on
her robe. I watched it fall open and my whole body began to tremble
with anticipation. Sex with Cameron was always good, but I couldn't
remember anticipating it so much since our first night together. The
feeling was very similar to the one I got when I was finally about it
to make it for the first time with a girl I had been working on for a
while.

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 04:34 PM
Still facing away from me, Cameron slowly began to slide the robe off.
She did it excruciatingly slow, making an amazing tease. First, her
bare shoulders were revealed. Then her shoulder blades, and upper
arms. Slowly, the robe slid further and further down her sexy back,
revealing her small waist, and the soft curves of her torso. Finally,
it was all the way off her arms, and she held it that way for a second,
before dropping it to the floor, revealing her tight little ass,
concealed in a pair of white satin panties. She stood there for a few
seconds, just shaking her perfect butt, knowing how much I enjoyed
looking at it, then she crossed her arms over her chest, hiding her
nipples, and slowly turned to face me. Again, she flashed me her
naughtiest smile. I was so entranced by her that I didn't even notice
that I was stroking my cock again.

Slowly, she slid her hands up her body, still managing to shield her
nipples with her arms. She removed the headband from her hair, letting
it fall down to frame her pretty face. In one quick, graceful
movement, she ran her fingers through her hair and shook her head,
making her hair go wild, and exposing her perky breast at the same
time. When she stopped, she smiled at me again, and hooked each of her
thumbs in her panties, pulling them down just enough that I could see
the beginning of her dark brown pubic hair.

It was easily one of the sexiest things I had ever seen in my young
life. Here I was, lying completely naked in my girlfriends white
cotton sheets, with my cock aching in my hand, and she was standing in
front of me like some naughty goddess. Her blonde hair was wild and
sexy, her breasts totally exposed, her green eyes were filled with
lust, and her lips were bright red from the makeup, and smiling right
at me. She wore nothing but those tiny panties, pulled down enough to
suggest the naughty prize they were barely concealing.

For a minute, I couldn't speak. I couldn't even think. The only thing
going through my body was the most primal of urges. Finally, I was
able to muster up a few words. "Get over here, you," I said hoarsely.

Slowly, Cameron approached the bed. "But what do you need me over here
for?" she asked playfully. "I've got to get dressed for the party." I
grabbed her wrist, and gently pulled her close to me.

"Take those off," I whispered, nodding at her panties. I felt like a
Neanderthal. I was consumed with lust, totally incapable of being a
romantic, or considerate lover.

"What? These?" she asked, as she slid her panties down. She pulled
them down her long legs, and flung them at my face. They wreaked with
the smell of her sex. She climbed into bed with me, and wrapped her
tiny hand around my thick penis. "I don't think you are ready for me
yet. You don't seem hard at all," she teased. She started to get up,
and walk to the bathroom. At that point, I couldn't take the teasing
any longer. I grabbed her arm and pulled her back to me with force,
but still having enough sense about me to be gentle. I put her on her
back in the bed, and positioned myself between her spread thighs.
Without pausing, I slipped my cock inside her. Halfway on the first
stroke, but I was quickly in to the base. She moaned eagerly, as I
positioned myself above her, and began to pump. Our eyes were locked
on one another, as she wrapped her arms tight around me, pulling me
closer to her body. I began fucking without abandon, as she buried her
nails in my back.

LeDivorcee
06-06-2006, 04:35 PM
"Mmmmm, don't stop," she panted. "Oh please, don't stop." Her moans
became more rapid, and more audible, as I went in and out, faster than
I had previously thought possible. I was barely even aware that her
nails were imbedded in my flesh, as she began to moan out my name. It
didn't even take two minutes before her body began to quiver in
anticipation of orgasm. She shook sporadically beneath me, as her arms
clenched me tighter. As she came, I stopped for a second, and we
embraced, and kissed each other again and again. "Oh shit, you're
amazing," she whispered, before guiding me over on my back. She
straddled me, my cock impaling her, as she began to bounce up and down
on it. Eagerly, I pushed up inside her, trying to use our combined
momentum to reach new depths. The thrill of watching her ride me was
driving me wild. I loved watching my cock slide in and out of her, and
watching her tits bounce up and down with her body. I loved the
filthy, dirty things she whispered during sex, that were so
uncharacteristic of her normal persona. Most of all, I loved the way
she moaned, as another orgasm approached, and the way she threw her
head back, and closed her eyes, as she concentrated on pleasing me.
Suddenly, she leaned forward and opened her eyes, as she told me she
was about to cum. As her body began to give in to the pleasure, she
reached behind her and squeezed my balls. Instantly, I lost control
and felt my own orgasm. My eyes rolled back, but the vision of my
beautiful girlfriend was still imprinted on them, as I enjoyed the
sensation of her touching me, and the much needed release as I began to
cum inside of her.

Almost immediately, she collapsed on top of me. The two of us kissed
passionately, and whispered nice things to each other, and then kissed
some more. We laid that way for what seemed like a blissful eternity,
before Cameron finally rolled off of me. "Well," she began, "I guess
I'm going to need another shower now."

"I guess so," I responded. I remained in the bed, while she returned to
the bathroom, and I heard the water begin to run once more. I kept
thinking to myself that I must be insane to want out of this
relationship, but nevertheless, the longing for freedom was still
there, as I drifted off listening to the shower run.

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 01:08 AM
**********The Oral Exam: My Best Friend, Cameron, Part IV

I couldn't have been asleep for too long, because when Cameron woke me
up, I was still covered in a light coat of sweat from our earlier
activity. She was standing over me, and the light from the setting sun
shined through the window and over her shoulder, making her look like a
fallen angel. At that moment, Cameron was gorgeous enough to take my
breath away. I couldn't remember waking up to a more divine sight in
my short life. She was dressed now, obviously almost ready to leave
for the party. Her long light blonde hair was pulled back in a pony
tail with a pink scrunchie, but she had obviously taken the time to
curl the ends first. She was wearing a tight pink button down blouse,
with 3/4 sleeves, that hugged her petite, muscular body, and her perky
breasts. The blouse was unbuttoned enough to hint at her cleavage, and
it was not tucked into her slinky, knee-length gray skirt. Her lips
were nicely emphasized with red lipstick, the only makeup she ever
wore, and a pair of heels finished off her outfit. Cameron didn't dress
up that often, but when she did it was well worth the wait on my part.
The sight of her, combined with the musky smell coming from the white
panties laying next to my head that I had stripped from her earlier was
enough to make my worn out cock begin to stir again.

She said something to me, but I was so lost in my admiration that I
didn't catch it. "What?" I asked, still a bit dazed from my nap, and
the overwhelming sight of her.

"I said, 'Hurry up and take a shower, and put your clothes back on',"
she replied.

"Okay," I answered. "But come here first," I said, grasping her small
hand, and pulling her towards me. I kissed her hand, and attempted to
pull her down into the bed with me. She kissed me lightly on the lips,
and I reached up and started unbuttoning her blouse, revealing the
beginnings of a lavender bra.

Quickly, she opened her eyes and stood up. "Oh no," she began. "We
don't have time for that again."

"You know, Cammie," I said, trying to be serious, "They say when you
don't make 'time for that' anymore in your relationship, problems start
to arise." I knew there was not much of a chance of getting her back
into bed before the party, but I was trying to charm her nevertheless.

"Well," she answered, smiling down at me, "I think we used up enough
time doing 'that' already. By the time you get cleaned up, we'll be
pretty late for the party."

"Fuck the party," I responded. "Let's just spend the night alone
together. You look too good tonight for me to share you with other
eyes." In my mind, I knew that was actually really looking forward to
seeing all my old friends, but, for the moment at least, my "other
head" was doing the thinking for me.

"Well, thank you for the complement," she said, "but I know you've been
looking forward to this as much as I have, if not more, so we are not
going to miss it just because you're getting all hot and bothered. Hot
and bothered, AGAIN, that is." She paused for a second, and pulled on
my arm, forcing me to sit up. "Besides," she began, "If we get to the
party early enough, and make all our rounds, we might be able to make
it into one of the bedrooms before they are all taken!" As I stood up,
I pulled her close to my body, pinning my soon-to-be erect penis
tightly between our firm bodies. I managed to get another button on
her blouse open, giving me a nice view of her breast in her tight bra,
before she stopped me again. While flashing her wicked smile, she gave
me a light kiss, slapped me on the ass, and pointed me towards the
shower. I couldn't help smiling from her earlier comments. Sometimes
I wondered who enjoyed our sex life more, Cameron or me?

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 01:09 AM
As I stepped into the shower and began to clean off, I thought about
what she had said. Parties thrown at the Jones house were known for
being a lot of fun, but they were also known for being a regular fuck
fest. His parents owned a huge house, with six bedrooms, not to
mention countless other rooms that party goers could lock themselves in
for privacy. The house was on a large piece of property with a lot of
wooded areas, and they also had a small pool house out back, so even
when the rooms were taken, couples had a lot of places to wander off
too. The end result was that rather than leaving the party and going
off somewhere to have sex, people ended up hanging around longer and
fucking on the property. It also made it easier to hook up with a
random partner than at a normal party, since it was easy to find a
private place and let things happen.

I got out of the shower and started to dress as I replayed some of the
better nights I had spend at Reggie's house. I had first went to a
party there my sophomore year in high school. The house had already
become a legend at school due to his older brother, Richie. Now that
we were in college, I assumed the tradition would continue with Randy,
the youngest Jones boy. Over the year's, the pool house had become my
favorite place to take a girl. I had lost my virginity to Ashley Welch
there when I was 15, and I had taken part in a threesome there at the
end of my senior year with Emily Wagner and a girl named Jennie Milano
who went to another school. Incidentally, the rumors that had spread
around high school about Cameron being a lesbian had been fueled when
she had been seen coming out of the same pool house a year earlier with
Jennie. As far as I know, I was the only one that knew for a fact that
the two of them had sex, besides the participants, but that hadn't
stopped the rumors.

But tonight would be the first time I had ever taken Cameron into the
pool house. It was actually the first time we had been to a party
together since we had changed our relationship. The thought of having
sex with her there was making me hard again. The pool house was the
"private place" most on display at Mike's house, and when people went
in there, pretty much everyone knew what was going on. I think that's
why it was my favorite. I kind of enjoyed being in the public eye,
like an exhibitionist, who wasn't really showing anything. I knew with
the way my girlfriend looked tonight, every guy there would be jealous.
I could see myself already, sliding my hand up her taut legs, beneath
her tight skirt. Unbuttoning her blouse and bringing her hard nipples
into my mouth. The images continued to play through my head as I
finished dressing, and the two of us got in the car to leave.

Cameron decided it would be best if she drove, since she knew my
tendency to drink heavily at social functions. As she sat down in the
driver's seat the hem of her skirt pulled up past her knees, affording
me a nice view of the lower half of her sexy legs. The skirt had
matching slits on each side, and the way she sat forced them open. As
she backed out of the driveway, I was greeted with a nice view of her
thigh. Almost immediately, I had my left hand on her right leg. I
began to massage her lower thigh gently, as she drove to the end of the
street. Cameron moaned softly, obviously pleased by my touch.

"Are you sure you want to go to this party?" I asked. "I mean, we could
still just turn around....Your parents are still out, but I think we
could find something to entertain us for a few minutes." I slid my
hand further up her leg, pushing her skirt up with it, and revealing a
black slip skirt. I squeezed her thigh tightly in my hand, released,
and squeezed again. I noticed that her breathing patterns were
starting to match the rhythm of my hand.

"You know we aren't going to do that," she said. Her voice came out
much deeper and sexier than usual. "C'mon...we'll just spend a few
hours mingling, then we can meet in the pool house and I promise I will
fuck you like you've never had."

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 01:13 AM
"I don't know if that's good enough for me," I responded, teasing her
with my voice, as I began to rub my fingers along the gusset of her
panties. Slowly, I pushed the material aside and began to touch her
pussy lips.

"Listen, what time is it now?" she asked, still trying to drive the car.


"It will be ten by the time we get there," I answered. As I began to
tease her clitoris with my finger tips, she had trouble keeping her
eyes on the road.

"So," she began, before having to stop and re-gather her thoughts. I
was beginning to fuck her now with two fingers. "So, we get there at
ten, and by midnight, we have sex."

"That's not good enough for me," I answered. "Eleven." My fingers were
now starting to build up momentum inside her.

"That's too early," she protested.

"You're right," I answered, "We don't want to do anything too early." I
started to pull my hand out from under her skirt. Quickly, she
released the wheel of the car with one hand, and gripped my wrist with
surprising strength.

"Don't stop!" she said, a hint of anger in her voice. I just sat
staring at her without response. "Okay, you shit!" she burst out.
"Eleven thirty." I smiled at her, and we both couldn't help laughing.
I slid my fingers back inside her wet vagina, and began to stroke,
faster in faster. Without warning, Cameron jerked the car to the side
of the road, and slammed on the brakes. "Don't stop," she panted.
Frantically, I begin to move my fingers at a lightning pace. Seeming
not to notice the passing traffic, Cameron leaned back against the
driver's side door, and lifted her legs towards me. She spread them as
far as the tight skirt would allow. As she began to moan and cuss, I
continued to finger fuck her. I could tell her orgasm was coming fast.
I paused for a second, and pulled her wet lavender panties off over her
shoes, throwing them on the floor board. After that, it was only a
matter of seconds. Her whole body began to quiver and shake, as
delightful moans and jaw dropping epitaphs spilled from her mouth. When
it was all over, she jumped up and pulled me to her tightly, smothering
me with kisses as if I were about to leave for war. Over and over
again, she swore that she would "repay me in full" later that night.

Before pulling back onto the road, she reached for her panties. Quickly
I blocked her movement, and picked them up myself. They were tight
bikini panties...lavender satin, with ornate lace trim, and they were
soaked. I held them up between us, and we both could not help inhaling
the strong odor of Cameron's sex. Before she could grab them, I pulled
them away, and stuff them in my pocket. "This will keep you from
forgetting our meeting at the party," I said. She protested for a
minute, but gave in when she saw that she couldn't sway me. After
looking in the mirror to make sure her hair and makeup were not out of
place, she pulled back on the road, and headed for the party.

The next hour or so was rather uneventful. Upon reaching the party,
Cameron and I had mingled together for a while. I had hoped to be able
to tease her uncovered pussy a few times when no one was around, but
her skirt was long enough to make it impossible to slide my hand in for
a quick feel. After a while, we went our own ways to reunite with old
friends. Before leaving, I reminder her of our eleven thirty
appointment.

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 01:16 AM
Casually, I walked about the party, greeting all of my old friends,
seeing which girls were still hot, and introducing myself to the girls
I didn't know. For a while, I think that part of me that dreaded
relationships took over my mind, because I was flirting with every
thing in a skirt. At about 11 o'clock, sanity prevailed for a brief
second. A voice in the back of my mind whispered "This is how it
always starts," and I knew the voice was right. Almost every serious
relationship I had been in had ended with my infidelity. It usually
started the same way. Put me in a social situation, mix in a little
alcohol, and an attractive girl, and if somehow sex managed to work
it's way into the picture, I would jump at the opportunity. The bitch
of it was, of all the times I had been caught, none of them had really
upset me. There had been several cases where I felt bad that a nice
girl had gotten her heart broken, but I could only remember a few
occasions when I was sad to see the relationship end.

But with Cameron, the situation had become different. With Cameron, I
had depended on her friendship for years, well before we had become a
couple. Without a doubt, I would welcome any chance of ending our
romantic relationship, and returning to "just friends", and it wasn't
as if some inner conscience was telling me that 'cheating was wrong.'
The only thing that was making me stop and think was the fact that I
couldn't handle losing her friendship. I could do without all the
boyfriend/girlfriend stuff, and even though she was great in bed, I
would always prefer a multitude of partners over one. But I did need
someone to talk to when I felt like shit, or when I was proud of
something I had done, and Cameron had always been that person. For
that reason, I listened to that voice at around eleven, and decided to
stop flirting, and go hang out in the pool house and wait for my
girlfriend.

I walked down the path to the pool house, went inside, and turned on the
television. It really was a nice little place. The pool house was a
small brick building, with a door that opened on a kitchen. Just past
the kitchen area was a small sitting area with a television, and a
bathroom was off to one side. Almost as soon as I turned on the TV, I
heard the door swing open. "You're early," I called out without
turning, "Couldn't wait to blast off on the love rocket again?"

"I didn't know I had an appointment," a female voice answered, "But I am
always ready for the love rocket," she said with a giggle.

Surprised, I quickly spun around. Standing in the doorway I saw Karen
Webb. As always, she looked fantastic. "Oh shit, Karen," I began, "I
thought you were someone else."

"Oh, were you supposed to meet someone here?" she asked, smiling coyly.

"No. No, not really," I answered. "I was just joking around."

"Then what are you doing here?" she asked.

"I just got a little bored," I answered. "I said 'hello' to everyone,
and I felt like just sitting down for a while."

"You never said 'hello' to me," Karen replied. "And I KNOW you saw me."


"Yeah, but you were with Dipshit," I responded without thinking. "Oh,
I'm sorry," I quickly apologized. "I didn't mean to offend you if you
came with Dipshit or anything."

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 01:17 AM
The dipshit I was referring to was William Bell. Bill Bell to his
friends, but just Dipshit to me, or sometimes Dumbass. There wasn't
any single incident I could point at for the reason why Dipshit and I
hated each other. It was just something that had always been there,
and that I had no desire to change. Usually, we tried to be polite to
each other, but inevitably, one of us always ended up pissed off. It
was just good fortune that a physical confrontation had never taken
place between us.

"Well," Karen answered, "I am with him. We're kind of dating, but it's
nothing serious. Just a little summer fling, that will be over when
school starts back."

"But don't you two go to the same college?" I asked. "Does he know it's
over in the fall?"

"Yes, we do go to the same school...the same one as your date," she
answered. "And, no, he probably doesn't know, but I don't really give
a shit. I don't run into him much at school, and I don't have much
interest in maintaining high school friendships my whole life anyway.
Plus, he's not a very good fuck."

"Holy shit, you fucked that dumbass?" I asked.

She just cocked her head and gave me a look that seemed to say "Do you
really have to ask?" Karen wasn't exactly known for being a choir
girl. Pretty much every guy she had dated had scored, as well as
several who had never been on a date with her. I was a member of the
second group.

"He's actually not that bad in bed," she said, as she stepped out of the
shadows, and towards the couch. "It's just that I've had better."
Karen winked at me as she finished speaking. She had never been to
fond of subtlety. She walked around the couch, and sat down next to
me.

For the first time, I was able to get a good look at her, and I was
overwhelmed. Karen had always been an attractive girl, but somehow
going away to college had improved her. Several of the girls at the
party had gained weight during their freshman year, but it looked like
Karen's body had become tighter. She was about five foot six, with
dark brown hair that came past her shoulder. She had a really cute
face, and nice full red lips. Her figure was like an hourglass. Karen
was incredibly curvaceous, with large breasts, a tiny waist, and great
hips and ass. All of this would make any guy chase her, but what
really drove me wild was her eyes. Karen had huge brown doe eyes, that
seemed to make her face look extremely innocent. With the way she
dressed, and acted, it was incredibly appealing to me.

On top of her natural beauty, Karen was dressed to thrill on that night.
She was wearing a long sleeved, button down blouse, with black and
white vertical stripes, and solid white collar and cuffs. The blouse
was incredibly thin, and it was easy to see her black bra through it.
Her skirt was short, tight, black leather, and she was wearing black
silk hose and high heels. Nobody had ever dressed like that at a high
school party, and it wasn't often that I saw outfits like that at
college. As she sat next to me flirting, I felt a stirring in my
pants.

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 01:20 AM
Desperately, I tried to steer our conversation away from sex. "So, I
heard you are in a sorority?" I asked. "I'm surprised they let you
dress like that."

"Yes, well, it's the naughty sorority," she responded. Gently she
placed her hand on my thigh, and began to rub it through me jeans. "Do
you think I look naughty?"

"Listen, Karen," I began. "I don't think we should be doing this...
we're both here with dates."

"So?" she responded. "When has that stopped you before? It certainly
didn't stop you from cheating on that little girl last spring."

Christina Ellis was the "little girl" she was referring too. She had
been my date to our senior prom, and I had snuck off to fuck Karen
during the evening. It wasn't one of my proudest moments. Still, as I
sat here thinking back on how bad I had felt afterwards, I couldn't
help but remember what a great fuck Karen was. She wasn't the best
partner I'd ever had, but she was very animated in bed, and a great
time. The prom experience was the only time I had screwed her, but I
had also been in the room while she had sex with a friend once, and I
had gotten a blow job from her years earlier.

Now, it was her turn to do the pushing. "C'mon," pleaded Karen. "Nobody
has made me squeal like you did since that night. Plus, think how much
it will piss Bill off if he finds out, that should motivate you some."

While looking me in the eyes, she gently began to squeeze my dick
through my pants. It was obvious to both of us that I was succumbing
to her charms. The world seemed to be in slow motion, as she leaned
towards me, and we began to kiss. I felt my arm slide around her back
and pull her tightly to me. With my last ounce of will power, I
managed to break the kiss. "We can't do this," I stammered.

Karen told me not to talk, as she unbuttoned my pants, and removed my
stiff penis from it's prison. As she coiled her hand around my
erection, each fingertip seemed to send electric shocks through my
entire body, driving me wild. She leaned closer, and traced my ear
with the tip of her tongue. "Just lean back, and close your eyes," she
whispered. "You don't have to do anything...at least not yet. I'll
get us started, and then it will all be my fault, and you won't have to
blame yourself."

Somewhere, deep down inside, I knew that her argument didn't make any
sense, but I allowed her to persuade me. She kissed me once more, and
then slid off the couch, and onto her knees. She knelt before me,
still gripping my cock tightly, and looked up at me with those big
innocent eyes. I knew then that I was weak, and that any chance of me
resisting was gone. Still staring at me, she slowly unbuttoned her
blouse, revealing a lacy black bra, pushing her ample cleavage towards
me. "I don't want cum on my blouse," she explained, as she massaged my
balls gently with one hand. My eyes locked on hers as she leaned
forward and kissed the tip of my swollen cock.

"Your dick is soooo big," she whispered. "It makes me so hot. I can't
wait to feel it inside me....inside me pussy." Her filthy talk was
driving me wild. The whole time, she kept those innocent eyes locked
on my own. She started licking my cock, trailing her tongue from base
to tip, and back down again. I reached down and pulled her hair back,
holding it out of her face.

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 01:23 AM
"Please," I whispered..."Please do it." At that moment I didn't even
know Cameron existed. Karen smiled coyly, and then took the head of my
cock between her ruby red lips. She sucked on it gently, making my
body tingle with need. As she continued to massage my balls with one
hand, she tightly gripped the base of my dick with the other. At first,
she bobbed her head slowly up and down my long shaft, but she quickly
began to build speed. She moaned constantly as her hand began to work
the base of my shaft, and her lips and tongue teased the top half.
Every few stroked she would flash those eyes at me, or pause to tell me
how much fun she was having. I could tell she wanted me good and eager
to fuck her, but I had other plans. I grasped her head tightly, and
began moving my hips in rhythm with her mouth. I could feel my balls
getting tighter, as I ached for a release, and suddenly it was there.
For a brief second I felt like I was invincible as I shot my load down
her throat. Karen was caught a bit by surprise, and jerked her head.
My cum dripped onto her exposed bra and cleavage before she could get
her mouth back around it. When I was finished, I collapsed back into
the couch.

For a minute, Karen just stayed on her knees, smiling up at me. Her
hair was a bit of a mess, and my cum was puddled on her tits and bra.
"I'm going to the bathroom to clean off," she said, finally. "You
caught me by surprise. I was just trying to get you hard so we could
fuck." As she walked to the bathroom, she called back. "You get your
rest, because in a minute it's payback time." I mumbled something in
response, and just sat there in a daze, enjoying the moment. I was
oblivious to the world, until I heard the outside door opening.

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 06:39 PM
*****The Storm: My Best Friend, Cameron, Part V*****

As soon as I heard the door open, I felt like I’d been hit by a bolt of
lightning. I looked at the clock. It read 11:45. Cameron was
supposed to meet me at 11:30. How could I have been so fucking stupid?


I turned around to confirm my what I already knew. Cameron was closing
the door behind her. I noticed once again how good she looked, and my
mind was ravished with guilt. Cameron walked around the couch to greet
me.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said apologetically. She glanced down and saw my
semi-erect penis protruding from my pants. “Wow! I guess you got
started without me?”

I didn’t know what to say. Cameron didn’t wait for an answer. She
began pushing her slinky skirt up, and straddled me. “I can’t believe
you took these” she said while patting the pocket that held her
panties. “I have been so wet all night. Every little breeze seemed to
go right up my skirt and tickly my pussy.”

The skirt was pushed all the way up around her waist, and her bare
vagina was exposed. She started rubbing it against my cock. Despite
the peril I was in, my penis responded. It apparently had a mind of
its own. “Your awful quiet,” Cameron said. “I hope you aren’t angry
at me. “I promise to make it up to you.” She pulled untucked her pink
blouse from her skirt, and started unbuttoning. Her bra was lacy
purple, and matched the panties I had taken from her in the car. It
clasped in the front, and she opened, revealing her perfect orbs. She
smiled at me wickedly, then grasped my head and put it between her
breasts, shaking them back and forth like some stripper in a seedy
nightclub. My cock was not rock hard, and she continued to trail her
wet vagina over it.

That’s when everything fell apart. The bathroom door swung open, and
Karen steeped out. Her pinstriped blouse was still open, and her large
breasts were nearly busting out of her lacy black bra. “Damn,” she
said. “You got your cum all over...” she stopped mid-sentence as she
looked up and saw Cameron. “Oh shit,” she muttered.

Cameron stared at Karen wide eyed, and then looked back to me. She must
have felt foolish, sitting there with her tits out and her crotch
exposed as the put the pieces together. “You fucking bastard,” she
said looking at me. She jumped up and fumbled with her bra. She
buttoned her blouse haphazardly, misaligning the buttons in the
process.

“Cammie, wait!” I said.

“Don’t you fucking come near me,” she screamed. Tears were running down
her pretty face. “You fucking shit. You fucking shitty shit.” She
stormed out the door.

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 06:40 PM
I stopped long enough to put away my piece and zip up, then I followed
her. She was moving quickly. She had already made it to the side of
the house, and she was going towards her car. Amazingly, no one at the
party had even noticed. I rushed to catch her. I grabbed her arm just
as she opened the car door. “Cammie wait. I can explain” I said.

She wheeled around quickly and slapped me with her free hand. “Fuck
you,” she said. Then she screamed it. “Fuck you! How can you do this
to me? Why the fuck did you do this?” She pushed me away with
surprising strength and got in the car. She shot me a menacing look
before pulling out of the driveway and speeding off.

I sat down in the grass, stunned. I replayed the events in my head, and
wondered how I could have been so foolish. It wasn’t the first time I
had cheated on someone, but I still didn’t understand why I did it. I
was there for about ten minutes when Karen walked up. Her blouse was
buttoned now, and tucked back into her leather skirt. She looked
worried.

“How did it go?” she asked.

“Take a guess,” I responded.

“I’m sorry. Is there anything I can do?” she asked.

“Can you give me a ride home?” She told me she could. Her car was
parked on the street, and we walked over to it. She had opted not to
tell her date she was leaving.

We got in the passenger seat and I covered my face with my hands “I
can’t fucking believe this,” I muttered.

Karen put a hand on my shoulder. “What’s wrong?” she asked softly.

I looked at her like the was a dumbass. “Are you fucking kidding me
Karen?” I asked angrily. “Did you somehow forget what just happened?”

“No,” she answered calmly. “I didn’t forget anything. You got caught
cheating on your date? So what! How many times has that happened to
you now? A few right?” She paused, but I didn’t answer. “Plus, there
are all the times you’ve fucked around and haven’t been caught. Why is
this a big deal? This is what you do. It’s always been what you do.
I’m sure my date will find out and be pissed, but I don’t care.
Sleeping around is what I do. Nobody’s going to make me feel bad about
it.” She paused again to catch her breath. “Besides,” she said
softly. “It was just Cammie. You two have been friends for years.
It’s not like it was a real date. It’s not like that little blonde
trophy date last year at the prom that you ditched so we could have
sex.”

“You don’t understand, Karen,” I said quietly.

“Holy shit,” she said softly. “You really cared about her didn’t you?
I thought the two of you were just together out of convenience, like
Billy and I.”

“No,” I said, trying to preserver my ‘bad boy’ reputation. “I didn’t
care about her.” Karen didn’t say anything, she just gazed at me
intently. “Well, maybe I did,” I said. “I don’t fucking know
anymore.”

Karen leaned over and hugged me softly. “It’s okay,” she whispered. I
was suddenly overwhelmed with depression, and I placed my head on her
shoulder. Her blouse was cool and silky, and her long dark hair
smelled like apple blossoms. She held me close with her arms, and even
though I knew it was wrong, it felt very right. I moved my lips to her
throat and kissed it softly. Karen started rubbing my back and I
kissed her neck again. She pushed on my shoulders, causing me to sit
up, and our eyes locked together. As I gazed into those big brown
pools, I wondered again how someone could look so innocent, yet be so
naughty. Her full red lips seemed to be calling me. I leaned in and
tasted them. They parted softly, and our tongues met. Instantly, I
was hungry for her. I was still overwhelmed with guilt, and I
desperately wanted to be accepted by someone.

I wrapped my arms around Karen’s slender body, pulling her to me,
crushing her large breasts against my chest. We were hot for each
other as we kissed hungrily. “Karen, let’s finish what we started,” I
said. “If I’m going to cheat on my girlfriend, I might as well not do
a half-assed job. I want to fuck you.”

“Sure,” she said. “Let’s get out of here.”

I grabbed Karen and pulled her into my lap. “No. I want you right
here. Right now.”

“But there are people everywhere,” she protested.

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 06:43 PM
I slipped my hand beneath her leather skirt and rubbed against her
pussy. “Right here. Right now,” I repeated. She pushed her skirt up
so she could straddle me, showing off a pair of tiny black panties. I
went for the shirt and started to unbutton it. The windows were
starting to fog up, so I didn’t notice we had drawn a crowd.

Suddenly, the driver’s side door swung open. “Who the fuck is in my
girlfriend’s car?” a familiar voice boomed. I recognized the stocky,
jock torso even before Billy Bell stuck his head into the car. He
gazed directly at me. “What in the hell are you doing?” He looked up
and saw Karen. “What the hell are you doing with him?” he shouted.
“Get out of the car. I’m going to kick your ass.”

Billy and I despised each other, and had argued on many occasions, but a
physical altercation had never broken out. I had never been much of a
fighter, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to take all my
frustrations out on Billy’s skull. I pushed Karen aside and opened the
passenger door to the car. “You don’t want to fuck with me, Dipshit,”
I said. “I’ll fucking ruin you.”

I could hear Karen calling in the background, telling me he wasn’t worth
it. Pleading with me to get back in the car. Billy was a large,
muscle-bound guy who had been a wrestling star in high school. I
wasn’t sure if Karen just didn’t want up to fight, or she was scared
that I would get my ass kicked. I looked at him over the roof of
Karen’s little Jetta. “I will fucking ruin you,” I repeated.

That seemed to push him over the edge. I noticed quite a crowd had
gathered as Billy raced around the hood of the car. He looked like a
charging bull as he set his sights on me. I stepped a way from the car
as he approached rapidly. At the last second I side stepped. I stuck
out my leg as he passed, tripping him. He fell down hard, and I
wheeled around and kicked him in the stomach. “You want some of me,
bitch,” I shouted.

Billy’s face was bright red and he was trying to catch his breath.
There was no doubt that he was angry, and he probably would have killed
me if Karen wouldn’t have stepped in. “Are you crazy?” she demanded.
“C’mon. Let’s get out of here,” she cried desperately. A large crowd
on on-lookers had gathered, and her blouse was hanging open once again,
but she didn’t seem to notice.

She held my arm tightly, and pulled me towards the car. Part of me was
aching to pounce on my fallen enemy, even though I knew in the back of
my mind that he would pulverize me. I deliberated a second, then gave
in to Karen’s pleading. I got back into her car. She went around to
the driver’s side and looked down at her date as he tried to regain his
footing. “Don’t ever call me again, Limp Dick,” she said. Karen
cranked the car, popped the clutch, and we sped off down the road.

We left the country club through the main entrance and drove off through
a rural area. Suddenly I felt sick. The adrenaline from the fighting
mixed with my guilt and the small amount of alcohol I had consumed and
made me nauseous. I told Karen, and she pulled to the side of the
road. I stumbled out of the car and dropped to my knees, thinking I
might vomit. I kneeled there for several minutes, waiting for it to
pass. There was a strong breeze in the air that was irregular for a
summer evening in the south. I knew it would be raining soon. I
noticed Karen was standing beside me.

“Are you okay?” she asked. I told her that I was. We were silent for a
few minutes. The sickness had completely passed. “Do you know where
we are?” Karen asked suddenly. I shook my head. Karen pointed across
the across the field. About a hundred yards up was an old dirt road.
Down that road there was an old barn, which Karen was pointing at.

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 06:44 PM
Then I realized exactly where we were. I had been coming to that barn
for years. I had discovered it with my first serious girlfriend, Jill.
Since then, I had hidden my old blazer behind that barn hundreds of
times so I could fool around with my date. Along with the old fort
behind my house, it was one of my old high school fuck spots. I had
even taken Cameron there a few times over the summer when we couldn’t
find anyplace else. I had also taken Karen behind the barn once. She
had been dating one of my good friends, and he had just broken up with
her at a party. I had shown a little sympathy, and offered her a ride
home. I was rewarded with a blow job, even though I had wanted a
little more. Karen had not been so slutty at the time, and didn’t
allow me to go all the way.

“Have you taken a lot of girls there?” Karen asked.

“Yes,” I said honestly. I only took girls that I trusted to my old
fort, but I had taken almost any girl I fooled around with to the barn.


“I’ve been to several guys secret make out spots,” she said. “But that
was one of the better ones. So obvious, yet so hidden. Have you ever
been inside, or did you always just park like we did that night?”

“I just parked,” I answered as I got to my feet.

“I wonder what’s inside,” she said. “Let’s go look around.”

Karen put her high heels in the car and took off across the field before
I could offer protest. I knew it would be raining soon, plus I just
wanted to get home and sulk. I hesitantly followed after her. She
seemed almost giddy as she ran across the field. The wind got a little
bit chilly, and rain drops were starting to fall. Karen ducked into
the barn, and I followed her. It was dark, but there were several
holes in the roof with moonlight spilling through them. The
dilapidated barn smelled like old hay. There were several old stalls
for horses, and a large ladder going up to a loft.

Karen was halfway up the ladder waiting for me. She called for me to
follow as she climbed upward, and I did. At the top was a large pile
of hay. There was giant hole in the roof just above it, and the light
was shining in.

“I’ve never been in a real barn,” Karen said. “How about a role in the
hay?”

“I don’t think so Karen,” I said. “I just want to go home and try and
forget this day.”

She leaned into my body and kissed me. Her nimble fingers rubbed
against my penis. I suddenly felt the same way I had in the car. I
needed her. I just wanted someone who didn’t care what an asshole I
had been. I wrapped my arms around her back and rubbed against her
silky blouse. I started fumbling with the buttons, eager to bare her
large breasts. Karen stepped backwards, guiding us to the hay pile. We
fell into it as her blouse came open. She shrugged out of it, and I
reached behind her back to unclasp her bra. Karen removed my shirt and
opened my pants quickly. The rain was starting to fall hard now, and
it caused the tin roof to rattle. It streamed through the leaky
ceiling, pouring onto the two of us.

LeDivorcee
07-06-2006, 06:48 PM
Karen’s large tits were now exposed. The flesh was creamy and white,
and the nipples were pink. She wore a D-cup bra, and the breasts
sagged a little bit. I rubbed my face in them as she finished removing
all my clothes. I slid my hand under the leather skirt and rubbed on
her pussy while she pumped my cock fiercely. With my free hand, I
unzipped the back of her skirt and she kicked out of it. I noticed
that her thigh high stockings were covered in wet grass and had a large
hole in the foot.

The rain was coming in forcefully now, and Karen’s long dark hair was
plastered to her face, and her mascara was running. I slid my fingers
in and out of her hot pussy, and she squealed with delight. In my
previous experience with Karen, and I had discovered her to be a very
noisy, lively lover.

“Hurry up and fuck me,” she pleaded. Her filthy talk reminded me of
someone else. It reminded me of Cameron when she was aroused, how she
liked to talk dirty and be demanding during sex.

I suddenly couldn’t wait any longer. Cold rain was drenching our
bodies. It dripped of Karen’s tit, and I licked it up as I worked her
tight panties off. I plunged my dick deep inside her cunt. Karen
gasped and then screamed with delight.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Come and fuck me.” How many times had I heard
Cameron use that exact phrase? My naked body was trembling from the
cold rain and the need for release. I pushed into forcefully, sinking
my cock all the way. Karen squealed and started bucking back, gyrating
her hips, moving out of control. Her crazed movement jerked my cock in
every direction and if felt amazing.

“Oh shit yes. Of fuck me good,” she said. Her huge breasts swung back
and forth as I pounded into her. I saw Karen laying there, but I
couldn’t stop thinking of Cameron. I fucked her harder, slamming
myself into her. Her nails dug into my flesh.

“Oh yes. Harder. Do it harder.” I obliged, jamming my cock in as
forcefully as I could. “I’m going to cum,” she moaned. In my mind, I
wasn’t seeing a buxom, dark haired beauty. I just saw myself screwing,
pretty, bleach blonde, athletic Cameron. I was filled with a mix of
grief and need. I suddenly felt tears running down my face, but the
rain quickly washed them away.

I wanted to cum and I couldn’t wait any longer. I buried myself in
Karen’s pussy and jiggle around. She was already climaxing, and she
was screaming my name. You could probably hear her for half a mile. I
felt my own climax building up, and I pictured Cameron there, urging me
to cum in her. I exploded, spraying my hot cum into Karen’s vagina.
She had just finished blowing me a couple of hours earlier, but I still
had a lot of semen left.

I collapsed into the hay. Tears were still running from my eyes, but
Karen didn’t notice. We laid together naked, shivering, waiting for
the storm to pass before we walked back to the car. Karen drove me
home and thanked me for a good time, but I hardly noticed.

I went home and collapsed in my bed, and slept solidly until noon the
next day. When I woke up, I thought at first that it had all been a
nightmare, but the wet pile of clothing on the floor cleared up that
notion.

I went to shower, and saw a note on my bathroom mirror from my mother.
It said that my family had gone out for the day, and that Cameron had
called and would be dropping by at two.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:39 AM
*****Resolution: My Best Friend, Cameron, Part VI*****

After reading the ominous note, I didn’t know what to think. Why was
Cameron coming over at two? I hopped in the shower as I played out
different scenarios in my head. Ideally, I hoped that she would come
over, and the two of us would have a rational discussion. Cameron
would realize that becoming a couple had been a mistake, and that we
should go back to just being best friends.

Mental scenario two was that she would be upset with me, but she would
decide to forgive me and give our relationship another shot. To me,
that situation would be less than optimal, but it was better than
dreaded scenario number three.

In my third scenario, I pictured Cameron being extremely upset and
deciding that she wanted nothing to do with me. That’s the situation
that scared me the most. The only reason I had stuck with the romantic
relationship for so long was because I feared ending it would also end
our friendship.

Before I started dating Cameron, I felt almost as if I could read her
mind, or predict her actions. When our relationship changed, I lost a
bit of the clairvoyance. As I stood in the shower that morning, I
realized I had no idea what to expect.

I finished my shower, got dressed, and went to tidy up my room. I
picked up the previous night’s rain soaked clothes, and felt a lump in
the pants pocket. I reached in and found the panties I had taken from
Cameron early in the evening. I was overwhelmed with emotion. I had
never intended to cheat on her when I took those panties. Why did I
have such a weak will? Why could I not turn Karen away? I couldn’t
decide if my behavior was caused by some subconscious fear of
commitment, or if I was just a sexually compulsive asshole. As Karen
had pointed out in her car, it wasn’t the first time I’d been caught
cheating, but I was certainly feeling worse than usual.

I cast the panties on my dresser, and went tried to find something to do
while the minutes ticked by. Finally, at about ten minutes ‘til one, I
heard the doorbell ring.

Cameron looked spectacular, even though it wasn’t her intention. She
had on a white men’s dress shirt and a pair of cutoff jeans. Her
bleach blonde hair was pushed up in a messy bun, and from the bags
under her eyes I could tell she hadn’t got much sleep. I was
simultaneously filled with guilt and arousal.

“Is anyone else home?” she asked. I told her we were alone. “Good,
that will make this easier,” she responded. “I just came by to get
some stuff I left over here.”

I reached for her hand. “Cammie, I’m so sorry,” I said. She pulled away
from my fingers as if they burned.

“I don’t want to talk about this,” she said as she headed towards my
bedroom. “I can’t stand to tell my parents what happened, so for the
next two weeks, I’ll act as if nothing has. After I go back to school,
I’ll just tell them we decided to go back to being friends. My mother
thinks you’re such a great guy. I don’t want her to know the truth.”

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:41 AM
I don’t think it was her intention, but her words still stung. She
walked around my room, gathering some stuff she had left over and
putting it in her backpack. She noticed the panties on the dresser,
and picked them up.

“So what’s really going to happen?” I asked. “I mean between us.”

“What do you mean?” she asked. She was stretching the lavender panties
back and forth in her hands. “I think you showed me last night that
you don’t really care about us. Apparently I’m not good enough to keep
you away from slutty tramps.”
“Cammie, that’s not true,” I said. “You know that isn’t true. I care
about you a lot.”

“I ‘know that isn’t true’?” she asked rhetorically. “How the fuck do I
know that?” she shouted. “You want to hear what I fucking know. I
know that yesterday at this time, I was the happiest I’d ever been. I
knew I had someone who cared about me and respected me, and that I
could trust. Well, apparently I didn’t know shit, because now I’m here
having the worst fucking day in my life, and I can’t stop recalling the
look on that slut’s face when she walked out of that bathroom and saw
us together. So don’t you fucking tell me what I ‘know.’ The only
thing I know is how much this hurts.”

Tears were running down her pretty face. Her whole body was trembling.
Instinctively I put my arms around her and pulled her close. I walked
her to the edge of the bed, and we sat down. Cameron pressed her head
tightly against my shoulder, and her whole body shook as she cried. I
just held her close.

Again, I was mixed with feelings of guilt, and arousal. I ran my
fingers across her forehead pushing the hair out of her face. I was
suddenly convinced, that if we could just make love then everything
would be alright. She would still be upset, but it would be a step in
the right direction. I kissed her forehead softly. “I’m so sorry,” I
whispered. “I never meant to hurt you, Cammie.” I kissed her again,
and worked my way down her face. I kissed her nose and cheeks.

Cameron resisted at first, but slowly she turned her face to me. Our
lips met, and we kissed passionately. Quickly, my hands went to the
buttons of her shirt. My nimble fingers started opening the baggy
garment. I gazed upon the swell of her bosom, and a lacy white bra. I
wrapped an arm tightly around her back and kissed her again. I slid my
hands across her flat stomach, and started kneading her breasts. I
could feel her nipples responding to my touch. Her body was
responding, and for a second, I though she was going to let me love
her, but then she suddenly pushed away.

“Stop it. Stop it!” she said. “What the hell am I doing? What am I
letting you do to me?” She started buttoning her shirt again.

“Cameron,” I pleaded. “Don’t stop now?”

“Why?” she demanded. “If you fuck me, will that make everything all
right? Will I be so amazed by your ability, that I’ll forget all about
what you did last night? Fuck you,” she said.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:43 AM
She finished gathering her stuff and headed to the door. “I don’t want
to hear from you anymore,” she said. She started down the stairs and
then stopped. She was still holding the lavender panties. She turned
and through them at me. “Why don’t you keep these,” she said. “Maybe
they’ll remind you of what you did.” She wheeled around and ran down
the stairs. I knew it was pointless to follow. I heard the front door
slam, and from my bedroom window, I watched her drive off.

With only two weeks remaining in the summer, I took the same approach as
Cameron with my parents. I just let them assume that nothing had
happened between us. A few times a week I would leave the house
without saying anything, and they would just assume I was with her. I
spent most of that time down by the creek behind my house, thinking
about how stupid I’d been.

The first few months back at school were rough. I was unable to shake
my depression. I wasn’t terribly upset about the relationship, but it
was hard getting by without my best friend. Before we started dating,
I had talked to Cameron at least 3 times a week, and shared almost
every even in my life with her. Now, as the fall semester drug by, I
had no one to talk to, and I felt incredibly lonely. During my
freshman year, I had spent most of my time drinking, partying, and
getting laid. In my sophomore year, I had only slept with two girls by
Thanksgiving break, and for one of them I had been incredibly drunk. I
didn’t have Cameron’s new phone number at school, but I e-mailed her
occasionally. Sometimes she would write back, but it was usually only
a few words that didn’t amount to much.

By Thanksgiving, I was happy to go home for a few days. I spent
Thursday with my family. On Friday, I went over to visit my old friend
Trey. Growing up, he had been my best friend aside from Cameron. He
had decided on an out of state college and had even taken summer
classes after his first year, so it had been hard to keep in touch
since high school. His parents were off visiting relatives, so we sat
on the back porch drinking beer and smoking cheap cigars. We spent the
first half hour or so just catching up on each other’s lives. Finally,
I asked the question I had been avoiding.

“So, do you talk to Cammie much?” I asked.

“I was wondering how long it would take to ask that,” he said. “Yeah, I
talk to her a lot more now. I guess ever since the end of the summer,
she’s been looking for someone to replace you. Not as a boyfriend, but
in the way you two used to be. We talk a lot, but we’ll never be as
close as you two were. I think it’s hard for her to trust me.”

“How is she doing?” I asked.

“She’s alright. She’s acting a little strange sometimes, and I don’t
agree with everything she’s doing, but she’s alright. I hope you don’t
mind, but I don’t really feel comfortable discussing this,” he said. I
told him I understood, and we changed the subject. After a few minutes
he asked: “Are you planning on attending the party tomorrow?”

Apparently, for the long weekend, Mr. and Mrs. Jones had decided to
vacation in Europe, and leave their sons behind. The infamous Jones
boys had decided to pay their parents back by holding the biggest party
ever in their house. Richie, Reggie, and Randy had each invited
everyone they knew from high school, and any college friends in the
area. It was going to be a huge blast. I definitely wanted to go,
partly to take my mind off Cameron, and partly because I thought she
might be there.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:45 AM
“Yeah, I’m going,” I said as I opened a fresh beer.

“You have a date?” he asked. Even in my depressed state I had no
intension of showing up stag to a party filled with old high school
chums. I had arranged to take Haley Carson. She was a year younger
than me, and had just started her freshman year at my college. In high
school, she had been kind of skinny and homely. In college, she had
broken out of her shell and was making a reputation for herself. By
toning up her body she had significantly increased her popularity with
the guys. Haley had been after me for a while, so I had accepted the
date out of convenience. I told Trey I was taking her, and he told me
he his girlfriend from college was coming down for the party. We
decided to ride together and get dinner beforehand.

We continued to chat and finished our beers. As dusk approached, I got
up to leave.

“One last thing,” Trey said. “If Cammie is at the party tomorrow, you
should probably avoid her.”

“Why’s that?” I asked.

“Just trust me,” he said. “It wouldn’t be a good idea to talk to her.”

The next night, I picked Haley up and brought her to my house, where
Trey was meeting us. She looked spectacular. Haley was around 5 foot
2, and very outgoing with a ton of energy. She was evidence that
dynamite comes in small packages. She had dirty blonde hair that came
just past her shoulders and big brown eyes. She was wearing tight,
low cut sweater. It was a white button down that was made of cashmere.
Her pants were extremely tight black leather that showcased her
perfect little ass. The contrast in the colors and materials was very
sexy. It was totally like the nerdy, out of style clothes she had worn
while in high school. I marveled at how much she had changed since
leaving home. I introduced her to my parents and we hung out and
waited for Trey. I couldn’t help but notice my mother’s disapproving
glances at her pants.

Trey picked us up shortly with his girlfriend Terri. She was a pretty
dark haired girl from Maryland. She was very polite and easy to get
along with. I understood immediately why Trey had chosen to stay in
school over the summer. I liked her instantly, and she also hit it off
with Haley. The four of us went out to an uneventful dinner, and then
headed to the big party.

When we arrived at the Jones house I was shocked. Their parties were
always big, but this time there were twice as many cars as normal
parked along the street. Reggie greeted us at the door, and told us
they have given a large tip to the country club security in order to
leave the party alone. The front hall of the mansion was filled with
kegs, bottle of liquor, and an assortment of other party favors. The
house itself was packed with people. It was unseasonably warm, so
there were also a lot of people mulling around outside. My three
companions and I decided to go out back and mingle.

The first part of the evening went well. I visited with old friends
from school and spent time getting to know Trey’s girlfriend. Haley
and I were both drinking, and it was becoming obvious that she would be
willing to have sex if I wanted. As I continued to drink, the prospect
became more intriguing. Unlike the two girls I had slept with over the
past few months, I was actually seeing Haley as a person, and not just
a sexual object. The more time I spent with her, the more I enjoyed
her personality.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:47 AM
After a while, the two girls wandered off to explore the big house,
leaving Trey and I alone. We sat down by the pool to drink and chat.
Only a few minutes had passed when I looked across the deck and saw
Cameron. I was shocked just to see her, but when I noticed her date, I
was even more upset. She was standing with a group of couples, and her
arm was locked around the waist of Billy Bell, my old nemesis. Trey
noticed me staring and followed my gaze.

“Oh fuck,” he said. “I didn’t think she would come. This is why I told
you not to talk to her. I didn’t want you to find out about him.”

“You fucking knew about this?” I demanded.

“Yes,” Trey confessed. “She’s been dating him for about a month. You
know they go to the same school, right?” I nodded. “He basically
approached her and played up the sympathy angle about how you and Karen
had cheated on the two of them. This is why I told you I don’t agree
with all her actions. I think he’s just using her to get back at you.
It’s like Tupac said : Revenge is the sweetest thing next to getting
pussy.”

I watched as Billy rubbed Cameron’s ass and kissed her cheek. “It looks
like he wants to do both,” I said to Trey. I started to get up and
walk over to them. Before I went two steps, I felt Trey’s hand on my
elbow. “Don’t do it,” he said. “Don’t give him the satisfaction.”
For a minute, I still wanted to go over to them, but finally I listened
to Trey’s wisdom. We picked up our drinks and headed inside to find
our dates.

As I walked around with Haley, I couldn’t get Cameron and Dipshit out of
my mind. I kept picturing the way his hand looked on her ass. I put
down a few more drinks, and I finally put the scene behind me. Trey
took Terri upstairs to show her one of the bedrooms. Haley and I
decided to go for a walk by the pool. We went outside and slipped into
the shadows. I wrapped my arm around Haley, and leaned down to kiss
her for the first time. Her lips were very receptive.

“I was beginning to think you would never do that,” she said. “I’m not
usually this forward, but I was wondering if you’d like to show me one
of those bedrooms?”

For the first time in a while, I felt real desire for a woman. I took
her hand and headed towards my old haunt, the pool house. I found the
door open, and we went in. I got the shock of my life when I turned on
the light. Across the room, I saw Billy and Cameron kissing. He had
her pressed firmly against the wall. One hand was on her breast, and
the other was under her skirt. They turned around and gasped. I
noticed that Cameron looked spectacular in a short gray skirt and tight
blue sweater. At first, I didn’t know how to react.

Cameron broke the silence. “Oh, hi,” she said. “How are you?” It was
a friendly enough question, but the chilly tone of her voice was
unmistakable.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:50 AM
“Sorry,” I said. “The door was unlocked.” I took Haley’s hand and
turned to leave..

“Hey! Don’t leave yet,” Billy said. “We haven’t had a chance to say
hello yet. I believe you know my date, Cameron.”

Haley didn’t know the history between the rest of us, but she was
picking up on the hostility. “Let’s go,” she whispered.

“You see,” Billy continued, “Cameron and I have a lot in common. We
were both cheated on by our significant others. I guess she decided
she wanted someone who would treat her right.”

“That’s funny,” I replied. “I just figured she was with you because she
always liked the taste of pussy.” I saw Cameron cringe and I knew she
hadn’t told Billy about her bisexual experiences. Meanwhile, his face
had turned a bright shade of red.

I felt Haley tug at my arm. “Let’s go,” she repeated again. She pulled
on my arm and went towards the door, and I reluctantly followed.

“I better go,” I said to Billy. “I wouldn’t want to have to kick your
ass again.” That remark got him going. He tried to charge me and
Cameron pulled him back. Haley pulled me out the door and closed it.
She frantically guided me away from the building, and we ended up out
on the golf course. There were no lights, but it was a clear night,
and we could see well enough.

“Can you fucking believe that?” I demanded. “What is she doing with
him?”

“I don’t know,” Haley said. “She doesn’t know what she’s doing. That
guy’s an asshole. Why don’t you just forget about it?”

“But how can someone go from me to him?” I asked.

“I don’t know,” she repeated. “I don’t know why anyone would want to
leave you.” Haley stood on her tiptoes and kissed my neck. “I think
you’re great.”

I calmed down a little bit. I looked at Haley and once again noticed
how pretty she was.

“Why don’t we walk over to my house?” she asked.

Haley’s family also lived in the country club. They had a smaller house
without a golf course view, but it wasn’t a long walk. “I swear, I’ll
make you forget all about her,” she said.

I let Haley lead my in the moonlight. We walked along the golf cart
path, and then cut off through someone’s yard and over a few blocks to
her house. It was pretty late, and all the windows were dark. Haley
led me around to the back, and we slipped into the basement.

Haley closed the door behind us and flicked on a light. The basement
was set up as a small recreation room with a pool table and
kitchenette. Haley sat on the edge of the green felt surface and I
kissed her softly.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:52 AM
“You know,” she said. “I’ve had a crush on you forever. Even in high
school, when you didn’t know I was alive.”

I kissed her again. “I knew were alive,” I said.

“Yeah, maybe,” she said. “But I was such a nerd. You would never have
talked to me I dressed like a fool, and I had bad hair. I acted like
a total dork around boys. Plus, I never exercised. I was skinny, but
not sexy.”

I looked up and down her body. “Well, you’re certainly sexy now,” I
said. I loved the way her leather pants showed off her toned legs, and
the tight sweater accentuated her small shapely breasts.

“You know,” she said. “I had never seriously kissed a boy before I
started college in August. But since I started working out, guys hit
on me all the time. I slept with a couple even, but when I saw you
again at the student center, I knew it was you I wanted.”

I was a little nervous about her obsession, but I was also very turned
on by her kissing. Haley started rubbing my rigid cock.

“You know, girls used to talk about how good you were in high school,”
Haley said as she rubbed me.

“So I’ve been told,” I responded, recalling the night Cameron had first
told me about my infamous reputation as a ladies man.

“I used to dream about this,” she whispered. Her hand was slowly
opening my pants. “I’d here the stories, and I’d dream about
experiencing it first hand. I never thought it would happen. It was
just the pathetic fantasy of the little nerd girl, dreaming of the
popular guy.”

“Well, do you want to talk about your fantasy, or act it out?” I asked
playfully.

Haley smiled, and pushed on my pants, sending them around my ankles. I
kicked the aside, and my underwear followed. I through off my shirt,
and stood there naked in front of her. Haley was starting to breath
heavy. I stepped forward and kissed her again. I ran my hand along
her sweater and fondled her breast roughly Suddenly, I remember the
way that my nemesis had been fondling Cameron’s breast. It made me a
little angry, but I couldn’t get it out of my head. I roughly
squeezed her tit, and Haley moaned with delight. I could hardly
contain my desire as I pulled her sweater out from the pants and
unbuttoned it. She removed the sweater and cast is aside.

Haley was wearing a rather filmy sky blue bra that didn’t do much to
hide her perky little tits and stiff nipples. Again, I squeezed her
breast roughly while I thought about Billy and Cameron. I pinched her
nipple and pulled on it. She let loose a moan that was close to a
scream. “Sorry,” I said as I snapped out of my fantasy. “Did I hurt
you?”

“No,” she replied. “It was just the shock. If I tell you something,
will you promise not to laugh?” I told her I wouldn’t. “I kind of
like it rough,” she said. “I’ve never told anyone that, but it really
turns me on.”

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:54 AM
Rough sex wasn’t the norm for me, but as I though about Billy fucking
Cameron, I was suddenly eager to take Haley up on her request.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard?” I asked.

“Yes,” she said. I pulled her bra off exposing her sexy little breasts.
I leaned forward and sucked on her hard nubs. Haley moaned softly
again.

“Bite them,” she whispered. I pulled on the nipples with my teeth,
stretching them out, and Haley responded my squeezing my dick firmly.
It hurt a little bit, but it also made me hotter. I continued to
nibble on her tits. Which each nip she panted fiercely.

I thought about Cameron again, and I became enraged. I thought of the
way she was letting Billy reach beneath her skirt and rub her pussy.
The thought of my worst enemy fucking a girl that I still cared about
made my blood boil. I responded by grabbing Haley and roughly rolling
her onto her stomach on the pool table.

I fumbled with the belt and snaps on her tight leather pants, and then
I jerked them down around her knees, revealing a gauzy pair of light
blue panties. I jerked those down to her knees as well. I stuck my
fingers against her pussy and realized it was drenched. Looking at her
petite body I knew that my big cock would be a lot for her to handle.
I lined up at her entrance and put it in forcefully, sinking the entire
shaft.

Haley gasped with a mixture of pleasure and surprise. She tired to
spread her legs more, but with her pants still around her knees, her
movement was restricted. I placed my hands on her thighs and squeezed
them together, letting her feel my staff inside her.

Haley’s breath was coming rapidly now. I wondered if Billy was fucking
Cameron at that moment, and again I was filled with rage. Haley placed
her hands on the pool table for support as I started sliding my cock in
and out. Almost instantly she was cumming, and I could feel her juices
running down my shaft. I wrapped my hands in her pretty blonde hair
and pulled her head back, firmly, but not painfully. Haley kept
squealing with delight as I pounded her pussy. I started to worry that
someone in the house might hear us. I took my hand out of her hair and
covered her mouth. With my other hand, I reached around and fondled
her nipples roughly. I expressed all the anger I was feeling with my
cock. I slammed in and out intensely. Haley continued to moan into my
cupped hand. The sound of our slapping flesh filled the room. Minutes
later Haley was cumming again. Her entire body trembled as she let go.
I felt myself responding and my cock spasmed, filling her with my hot
semen. The two of us collapsed in a heap on the pool table. Ten
minutes later Haley was sucking my cock and we ended up fucking again.
This time, in the middle of the floor. By the time I left her house,
the sun was coming up, and we both had carpet burns on our hands and
knees. I had fucked her three times, and it seemed like my anger with
Cameron had been spewed out with my cum.

I stumbled back across the golf course to the Jones house, where I found
Trey and Terri asleep in a bedroom. They got dressed and we left
together. As we drove off, I noticed Cameron’s car was parked out
front on the street. The three of us got breakfast, and then they
dropped me off at home, where I quickly went to sleep.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:55 AM
I woke up late on Sunday morning. I was planning to drive back to
school in the evening, and it would only take about an hour, so I had
time to kill. I replayed the previous night’s events in my mind. The
first part of the evening was fairly hazy due to the alcohol, but I
remembered everything clearly starting with my first Cameron sighting
by the pool. I remembered Trey calming me down, and taking me back to
my date. I also remembered the confrontation in the pool house, and
the aggressive sex with Haley that followed. I thought about the
argument in the pool house, and it upset me. I had been given an
opportunity to talk to Cameron rationally, and I had let that Dipshit
Billy get under my skin and cause me to lose my temper. I should have
been more mature.

I suddenly realized that although I didn’t know Cameron’s phone number
at school, I still had her home number, and she was probably still
there. I decided to call and apologize for my boorish behavior, and
maybe talk her into seeing me. I dialed the number, and her younger
sister Carrie answered the phone. She told me that Cameron had already
gone back to school with her boyfriend, Billy. “I don’t know why she
is with that jackass,” she said. Carrie was a senior in high school,
and we had always gotten along well. She, of course, knew my feelings
for Billy. I thought about asking for Cameron’s number at school, but
I didn’t have the courage, so after exchanging a few more pleasantries,
I politely ended the conversation.

I hung the phone up and went to take a shower. Afterwards, I went
downstairs to have some breakfast. I knew I had another phone call to
make, but I was putting it off. I came up stairs and packed my stuff
for the return to school. Finally, when I could procrastinate no
longer, I picked up the phone and called Haley.

“We need to talk,” I said after our greeting. “Can we meet somewhere
private?”

“My parents aren’t home,” she responded. “Why don’t you come over
here?”

I told her I would be by in a little bit. I loaded up my belongings and
said goodbye to my family. I intended to go straight back to school
after seeing Haley. A half hour after hanging up the phone, I was
standing at her front door. She answered the door bell with a smile.
She looked phenomenal in a red and white checkered button down, and a
pair of extremely tight jeans. Her blonde hair was down, and her face
had a radiant glow. She invited me in and we went to the living room.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked. I told her that would be nice, and
she went to the kitchen and came back with two glasses of sweet tea.
We sat drinking and chatting pleasantly for a few minutes. Eventually
the conversation headed in the direction I wanted.

“I had a lot of fun last night,” Haley said. “The whole evening was
great, but especially downstairs.”

“I had fun, too,” I said.

“You certainly lived up to your reputation,” she said. “You were really
good. How was I? I don’t have that much experience, so I’m a little
insecure afterwards..”

“You shouldn’t worry about that,” I said. “You were great.”

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 10:57 AM
“I’m glad you think so,” she said. “So, on the phone you said we needed
to talk. What about?”

“That’s kind of what I wanted to talk about,” I said.

“About me being good?” she asked jokingly.

“No, about last night,” I said. “Haley, I didn’t mean to mislead you in
anyway. I had a lot of fun with you, and I think you’re great, but I
can’t handle an exclusive relationship right now. I’m just not up for
doing a bunch of boyfriend/girlfriend type stuff. I’m still getting
over someone else. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Hurt me?” she said. “You didn’t hurt me! I know I’ve changed a lot in
the last few months, but deep down inside, I will always be that girl
who wasn’t very popular and didn’t go on dates all the way through high
school. What you did last night was make that poor little nerd girl’s
fantasy come true. You definitely didn’t hurt me.”

“Really?” I asked. “I was so nervous. I’ve hurt a lot of girls in the
past, as I’m sure you’ve heard, and I just don’t want to do that
anymore.”

“Well, you didn’t do that,” she said. “So don’t feel bad. So, with that
behind us, would you be interested in seeing more of me when we get
back to school?”

I was a little confused. “Haley,” I began, “Didn’t you hear what I
just....”

“I heard you fine,” she said. “You don’t want an exclusive
relationship. You don’t want to do boyfriend/girlfriend stuff. I know
you still have a thing for Cameron. I understand what you are saying,
but you don’t understand me. This has been the realization of a
fantasy for me. From the first time you acknowledged me at college, to
the time you called me asking if I wanted to go to the party, and even
the sex last night. Every now and then I still have to pinch myself to
believe you are sitting next to me right now. You have no idea what
this is like for me. Any time you’ve wanted someone in life, you’ve
probably been able to get them, or you’ve moved on. It wasn’t like
that for me. I’ve had silly, hopeless, school girl fantasies about you
since I was a sophomore in high school. Now all these dreams that I
though would never come true have come to fruition, and I just want to
hold on and enjoy it as long as I can. If you don’t want to be
exclusive with me, that’s fine. If you don’t want to hold hands and
call each other ‘sweetie”, that’s fine, too. All I want is a shot at a
relationship. I just want a chance to spend time with you, and try to
convince you that I can be everything you want. If you have a chance
at some point to make things work with Cameron, or you find someone you
like better, or if you just get sick of me, that will be fine, too. I
won’t be hurt at all. I’ll just be happy that you gave me a chance to
live out a dream, which is a lot more than most people ever get.”

I was a little stunned by her soliloquy. “No one has ever said anything
like that to me,” I said.

“I hope I don’t sound like a crazed stalker or anything,” she said.
“I’m just a normal girl whose been given an extraordinary opportunity.”

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:00 AM
I was overwhelmed by everything she was saying. I realized again that
Haley was a very cute, personable girl. I really liked her, I just
couldn’t see myself falling in love with her, or anyone except Cameron
for that matter. The whole situation was strange to me. I had never
had my heartbroken by a girl before, and I had never met a girl who was
so star struck by me. Haley leaned over and kissed my cheek softly.

“What do you think?” she asked?

I thought about it for a few minutes. I wasn’t making any progress
towards clearing the air with Cameron. There was no one else in my
life that interested me. Maybe she was right. Maybe if I spent some
time with Haley, she would be the answer to all my problems.

“Let’s try it,” I said. “But just know up front....”

“I know,” she said as she placed a finger on my lip. She stood up and
straddled me on the sofa. “No commitment. If you have a chance with
Cameron, you feel free to take it. I promise, you won’t hurt me. But
for now, you don’t know how happy you’ve made me.”

Haley slowly grinded her hips against mine. She kissed me softly, and I
wrapped my arms around her tightly. I pulled her closer to me, needing
to feel her weight against my growing cock.

“When do your parents get home?” I asked.

“They were going shopping, and then to evening church,” she said. “They
won’t be home for a long time.”

“You wanna fuck?” I asked.

“I think you know the answer,” she said. She kissed me again softly and
our tongues met. “Why don’t you follow me upstairs?” she asked. “I
don’t need any more rug burns.” She got up and walked away quickly,
unbuttoning her shirt as she did so. She paused at the foot of the
stairs and faced me. Her shift dangled open revealing another thin
bra. This one was a light shade of pink. She stood on tiptoes and
kissed me softly. I tried to embrace her, but she would let me. “Just
follow me,” she said. “Don’t touch.”

She shrugged her shirt off and dropped it at the base of the stairs
before starting her ascent. She was opening her jeans as she went. I
stood mesmerized, watching her movements. At the first landing, she
stopped and looked back at me. Haley struggled with her tight jeans as
she worked her way out of them. She kicked off her shoes and left her
pants on the landing. Her panties where bikini style and also light
pink. The material was so thin that I could see the soft curls of her
bush.

She continued up the stairs, and now I was starting to follow. When she
reached the second floor, she paused and cast off her bra, revealing
her perfectly rounded little tits. “Are you coming?” she asked
playfully.

I rushed up the stairs, leaving my own clothing in a trial behind me as
I went. I saw her go through a door just as I reached the top floor.
A second later, I saw her panties fly back out through the doorway. I
got out of my remaining clothes and ran down the hallway with my erect
cock waving in front of my like a magic wand.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:01 AM
Haley’s bedroom was very girlish with pink walls covered in posters of
rock groups and movie stars. In the center of the room was a full
sized bed with the sheets turned down. Haley was laying on the bed
completely nude. She had a pillow under her lower back and her legs
spread so her pussy was pointing up in the air. I stood frozen in the
doorway, amazed by this sexy sight. With one hand, she rubbed on her
perky breast, giving each of them equal attention. She was panting
heavily. With the other hand, she was slowly fingering herself. Soft
moans of delight escaped her lips. She flicked her clit with her thumb
while she continued to plunge two fingers into her sex.

I stood stunned as I watched her slowly start to gyrate her hips,
pumping them up to force her fingers deeper. Her eyes closed and her
breathing became torn. “Oh yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes.” She bucked
wildly in the sheets as she experienced a powerful orgasm.
Instinctively, my hand went to my erection and I started to stroke.
Haley’s body spasmed a few more times and she opened her eyes. She
watched as I stroked my cock. “Are you just going to play with that
thing?” she asked. “Or are you going to stick it in me?”

I rushed across the room to her. I hadn’t been so aroused since the
night I had fucked Karen, almost 4 months earlier. I lined my cock up
with her entrance.

“We’re all alone this time,” she said. “We don’t have to be quiet.”

“Then I want to hear you screaming my name,” I said.

I thrust my cock into her tiny slit and she gasped. Haley reached
behind her head and grasped the head board. She arched her back
upward, causing me to penetrate deeper. “You fill me up so good,” she
moaned. The site of her petite naked body and tiny tits was a huge
turn on. I started fucking her forcefully, remembering she liked it
hard. My balls slapped against her with each thrust, and the head
board slammed against the wall and echoed through the empty house.
Haley obeyed my wish and started screaming out my name. “Oh, fuck me
hard,” she pleaded. “Fuck me hard.”

I was in an out of control frenzy as I slipped in and out of her vagina.
I couldn’t believe how wet she was. It felt frictionless. I reached
speeds that I hadn’t thought possible. “Do you like my big dick?” I
asked. “Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

“Oh fuck yes,” she screamed. “Do me harder.”

I started pausing before each thrust, putting in a little extra effort
to really drive it home. It was the first time I’d fucked sober in
several months, and I couldn’t believe how good it felt. Haley was
screaming and grunting like a wild woman now. Part of it was real, and
part was exaggerated for my entertainment. She started to moan and
quiver and I knew her climax was approaching. She arched her back
more, forcing her hips high in the air. Her body was shaking as she
called out that she was cumming. My dick erupted like a volcano,
filling her with my seed. I continued to thrust as I deposited my
load.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:03 AM
Seconds later, I laid next to Haley in the bed, holding her hot naked
body close to mine. We were both covered in sweat. It felt good to be
with a woman again. Not just the sex, but for the time afterwards when
we were both relaxed, and happy to be together. Both of my recent
conquests had been fairly attractive and good enough in bed, but I
hadn’t felt anything for them. They had just been objects there for my
sexual release. With Haley, I felt emotion, and I knew that I
genuinely liked her as a person.

We stayed in bed for nearly an hour, just talking. I really didn’t know
much about Haley. We had kind of skipped over getting to know one
another. I had learned on our date that she had a good personality and
was easy to get along with. While laying between the sheets, I learned
that she was also very charming and witty. After talking for a while
had had sex again, and it was much calmer, but equally satisfying.
Afterwards, we collected the clothing we had strewn around the house,
and I helped her load her bags and other belonging into her car. She
followed me on the drive back to school, where I helped carry her stuff
to the dormitory, and ended up spending the night.

For the next month, Haley was true to her word. We didn’t go out on
dates, or spend lots of time discussing our relationship, and she
wasn’t upset by that at all. On the other hand, we did spend a large
amount of time together, and we had a lot of sex. I was making up for
the months of near celibacy. Haley just seemed to have an insatiable
craving. In the first week back at school, her roommate walked in on
us fucking three times. She was a crabby chemical engineering major
named Adele. After that, we spent most of our time at my apartment.
By the end of the semester, Haley we were practically sharing my small
bedroom and private bath. As finals approached, all my free time was
consumed with studying and having sex. I cautioned her again not to
get to close. I adored Haley, but I wasn’t in love with her. She
listened to my warning, and told me that she knew what she was doing.

When the semester ended, we had a few weeks off for Christmas break.
During that time, Haley and I actually did have a few pseudo-dates.
While staying with our parents, it was a lot harder to spend our time
just watching TV and having sex. Plus, it was good to get out of the
house on occasion. On the weekend before Christmas I drove Haley to
the grocery store to pick up some stuff for her mother.

It was early afternoon when I picked her up, and we hadn’t seen each
other in about four days. Haley’s family was having company over for
dinner, so she was dressed rather conservatively compared to her normal
attire. She was wearing a knee length dress with a white cardigan and
stockings. Her dirty blonde hair was pulled back on the side with
combs. Her dress had a floral pattern and was the dark shade of red
normally associated with Christmas bows and holly berries. She was
waiting in the driveway when I pulled up and she hopped quickly into
the car.

As soon as we pulled away she moved closer to me and started kissing my
neck. “I am so horny for you,” she said. “This is the longest I’ve
been without sex since we got together.” My rapidly forming erection
let her know I felt the same way.

“Why don’t we go somewhere and fool around?” I asked.

“I wish we could,” Haley responded. “Bur we don’t have time.” My
normal parking spot was well out of our way. “I have to get this stuff
and get home. I just wanted to see you for a little bit.” She started
rubbing my cock as she spoke. She opened my fly as we pulled off of
her street. I looked at her questioningly. “Just drive,” she said.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:05 AM
Haley carefully brought my cock out through my fly. She adjusted
herself in her seat until she was laying down with her head in my lap.
Haley softly trailed her tongue up my rigid shaft. I had received
“road head” before, but that didn’t make it any easier to concentrate
on my driving. I slowed down, and tried to pay attention to what I was
doing as Haley applied soft kisses to my dick. I noticed her dress was
starting to ride up, so I reached over and helped it out. She had on a
burgundy slip which I also lifted, revealing the bare flesh of her
thighs above the with stockings, and a pair of black satin panties.

I started rubbing her mound softly as I Haley took the head of my penis
into her mouth. She groaned softly as I slipped my hand into her
panties and started to diddle her clit. Her hips started to gyrate on
their own, and I began to finger her. As usual, her pussy was soaked.
I quickly worked two fingers inside and began to pump them. Haley
forgot all about the blow job she was giving as I pumped in and out of
her hot box. She started to buck against my arm, and seconds later she
was cumming. She buried her face in my lip and moaned wildly as she
climaxed.

When it was over, she looked up at me. “Now it’s your turn,” she said.
I put both hands back on the wheel, and glanced in the rear view
mirror. I must have been driving slowly, because a line of traffic had
built up behind me. I sped up a little as Haley once again took my
cock in her mouth. I started breathing heavy as she ran her hot tongue
up and down my long pole. Haley was good at everything sexual, but she
was a great cock sucker. With her hand, she started stroking the
bottom of my shaft as her head bobbed up and down, taking my erection
deep inside her mouth. I noticed I was slowing down again when someone
shot past on the left side of the car and gave me a rude gesture. I
tried to concentrate on driving, but Haley was making it extremely
hard. She slid my dick in and out of her lips, varying her speed. I
saw the grocery store up ahead, and eager pulled into the parking lot.
I parked as far away from the door as possible. With the car stopped,
I leaned back in my seat and closed my eyes. I placed a hand on the
back of her head, but didn’t push down.

Haley was sucking fiercely now. She bobbed her head up and down
rapidly, flicking her tongue at the same time. Her tiny hand squeezed
the base of my dick. She was looking and acting just like a porn star
and I knew I was going to cum hard. I started grunting as Haley sped
up. She closed her mouth slightly allowing her teeth to grate against
my organ as she moved it up and down. As my climax approached, I
started to thrust, almost fucking her face, but being careful not to
gag her. The orgasm came in a quick rush, and suddenly I was shooting
my load into her mouth. Haley stopped moving and just sucked as I
sprayed my jizz. When it was finished, she sat up and wiped a few
stray drops of semen off her chin. I noticed my cock was covered in
red lipstick. I looked around and was glad to see that no one in the
parking lot had observed our actions. I zipped up while Haley used the
vanity mirror to straighten her make up. We got out of the car
together and went inside.

We walked up and down the aisles collecting the items her mother needed.
We were about half way through the store when I turned a corner
haphazardly and slammed into another shopping cart. I looked up and
saw Cameron. The three of us stood motionless without saying anything.
The shock was obvious on Cameron’s face. Haley responded first.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:08 AM
“I think I’ll finish the shopping and leave you two alone,” she said.
“I’ll wait for you up front, honey.” She grabbed our shopping cart and
quickly disappeared.

“I never expected to see you in a grocery store,” Cameron said.

“We’re just getting some things for her parents,” I answered. I felt
very awkward. We had not spoken at all since Thanksgiving. Not even
via e-mail.

“I’m doing the same thing,” she said. “Is that the same girl who took
to Reggie’s party at Thanksgiving? Is that your girlfriend?”

“Yes, it’s the same girl,” I said. “But she’s not really my girlfriend.
There’s nothing serious between us.”

“There never is with you, is there?” Cameron said. Her remark stung a
little, but I didn’t take the bait. I remained silent. I could tell
when I didn’t strike back that Cameron felt a little childish for her
remark. “I’m sorry,” she said. “That was uncalled for. Her name’s
Haley, right?” I nodded. “I think I had an art class with her in high
school. She’s a nice girl. I always thought she could be pretty if
she tried. It looks like I was right.”

“Yeah, she’s a great girl,” I said. “How have you been? Are you still
with...” I wanted to say “Dipshit” but I bit my tongue. “Are you still
with Billy?”

Cameron’s face wrinkled. “No,’ she said quickly. “No, that is over. I
don’t know what I was thinking.”

We continued talking for a few minutes about mostly inconsequential
stuff. I noticed Cameron was dressed down, but still looked good. She
had on a pair of old gray sweat pants and a loose white t-shirt. I
could clearly see the outline of her navy blue bra, and I knew that was
by design. Cameron had always liked the look of a dark bra under a
white shirt. All her hair was pushed up into a blue cloth cap. She
wasn’t wearing any makeup. Finally, I was able to say what I was
holding back.

“Cammie, I’ve really missed your friendship,” I said. “I’ve been lonely
for months, and even now with Haley, I’m still lonely sometimes. I’ve
never been as close to anyone as you. Can’t we at least try to be
friends again?”

“I miss you, too,” she said. “But I don’t think that would work. I
think we’ve crossed a line, and we can never go back.”

“Can’t we just try?” I asked. “If it doesn’t work for you, just tell me
to go fuck myself and that will be it. I won’t bother you again.
Can’t we just spend one day together over the break?”

“No,” she said. “We have relatives visiting for the next few days, and
then I’m going to the Bahamas with my parents the day after Christmas.”


“When do you get back?” I asked.

“Two days before class starts.”

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:12 AM
“How about this?” I said. “You have to drive past my school on the way
back to yours. I’ll go back a day early, and you can stop by my
apartment. We can go and do something in the city.”

“I don’t know,” she said hesitantly. I had talked Cameron into a
hundred things over the years, and I recognized her weakening defenses.


“Come on,” I said. “You admitted that you missed me. Just give me one
shot.”

“I must be fucking stupid after the way you hurt me,” she said. “But
okay, I’ll do it.” I told her that she wouldn’t regret her decision,
and gave her directions to my apartment near campus. We said goodbye
and I went to find Haley. She was just finishing up at the register.

“So what happened,” she asked as we walked to the car. As part of my
commitment not to hurt Haley, I wanted to be totally honest with her.
I recounted every detail of my conversation with Cameron.

“So she agree to see you?” she asked. She was trying to hide her
dejection, but I noticed. I told her that Cameron had agreed to see
me. Haley was silent until we got in the car. “Are you through with
me then?” she asked finally.

“Haley, you know I adore you,” I said. “But we talked about this
possibility, and you said you understood.”

“I know we talked about it,” she said. “But I honestly thought it would
never happen. Still, I’m not hurt, just disappointed. I’ve had a lot
of fun living out my little fantasy with you. It’s just sad to see it
end.”

“It doesn’t have to end yet,” I said. “I don’t even know what will
happen when I see her. Maybe nothing. Maybe we go back to being
friends. Maybe more. For now, what happens between the two of us is
up to you. I’ll respect your wishes if you want to end it now though.”


“I think I’d like to keep seeing you, at least through the break,” she
said. I kissed her cheek softly. Haley was such a sweet girl, and I
knew that if I wasn’t so hung up on Cameron, I would have fallen for
her already. I drove her home and carried the shopping bags in to her
grateful mother. After that, I went home to spend some time with my
own family. For the remainder of the break, I continued to see Haley,
and I also spent time with my relatives, and some old friends from high
school.

My relationship with Haley remained pretty much the same through out the
holiday season. We never really talked on the phone like people who
are dating, but we went out occasionally, and had sex as often as
possible. On New Year’s Eve, we went to a small party thrown by some
of my friends from college, but we missed the actual count down because
we were busy in the back of my car.

On my last night home, I wanted to do something nice for Haley. I knew
she was nervous about my impending date with Cameron. Maybe more
nervous than I was. We went out to a nice restaurant and to a movie.
Afterwards, we parked the car behind my favorite old barn.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:14 AM
We climbed into the back seat together. Haley looked somewhat eloquent
in a simple white sweater and gray pleated skirt. It was a chilly
night, and I wrapped a blanket around her as she straddled me. Haley
softly kissed my several times along the line of my jaw.

“You know,” she said quietly. “What ever happens tomorrow with you and
Cameron, I want you to know you’ve made me very happy.” She kissed my
firmly on the lips. “I know I say this all the time, but us being
together has been like a dream come true for me. When this all
started, it was just a silly school girl fantasy for me. I didn’t
really know much about you. I just had my little musings and guesses
at what you were like. But I found out quickly, that you are a really
good person, and I really like you.”

She paused again to kiss me several times. Our bodies rubbed together
under the thick quilt. Not for the first time, I was amazed at what a
deep, thoughtful person Haley was. “I just want you to know,” she
said, “that I want you to be happy. If it takes Cameron to do that,
then you should do you best to win her back. Please remember though,
if that doesn’t work out, I’ll still be here.” A single tear ran down
her cheek and I kissed it away.

Haley reached under the blanket and opened my fly. She sprang my cock
from it’s confined quarters. Then she reached beneath her skirt and
shimmied out of her white cotton panties. It was way too cold in the
back of the car to remove any more clothing. She placed my cock at her
entrance and sat down on it. I slipped into her easily. The two of us
embraced as we rocked slowly back and forth. My erection slid in and
out of her vagina. We were both quiet and restrained as we had sex in
the dark. It was very different than our normal routine, yet very
intense. Our bodies swayed softly in rhythm and Haley climaxed twice
before I lost control. I ejaculated in her pussy for what seemed like
the hundredth time in just over 50 days. We couldn’t have actually had
that much sex, but it felt like it. I held Haley for a long time that
night before taking her home. I wanted to tell her that everything
would be all right, but I really didn’t know what would happen between
Cameron and I, and I couldn’t make any promises. I still had strong
feelings for my ex-girlfriend and former best friend.

The next day I said my goodbyes to my family and returned to school. My
roommates were still away for the break, so I sat alone in my apartment
waiting for Cameron to arrive. It was early afternoon when she showed
up.

I was sitting in the living room watching TV when I heard a knock on the
door. I opened it to find Cameron looking great. She had on a pair of
khaki cargo pants, and a gold silk blouse. She was wearing lipstick,
and her hair was swept up in a bun. There was something different
about her that I couldn’t put my finger on right away. Finally, I got
it.

“Did you change your hair color?” I asked after greeting her.

“Yes, she said. I did in early December.” Cameron’s hair was naturally
brown, but since we’d started high school she had been dying it a very
pale blonde, almost white, and always leaving the roots exposed. She
hadn’t gone back to her natural color, but now her hair was a more
natural looking shade of blonde. It was darker, and sexier.

“How come I didn’t notice at the grocery store?” I wondered aloud.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:17 AM
“I was wearing a hat,” she said. I thought back and remembered that all
her hair had been stuffed under a ball cap.

“Well, I like it,” I said.

“I do to,” she responded. “I thought it was time for something a little
more grown up looking. It was time for a change.”

“Good for you,” I responded. “So, just let me get some shoes on and we
can go.” Cameron closed the door behind her and followed me to my
bedroom. She looked around as I searched for my shoes. The closet
door was open, and she noticed several of Haley’s dresses mixed in with
my clothes. There was also a laundry basket on the floor, filled
mostly with panties and other women’s undergarments.

“It looks like Haley spends a lot of time here,” she said. “Things must
be getting pretty serious.”

“It’s not serious,” I said. “We’re just having fun together.’’

“Oh, that’s right,” Cameron said. “Nothing’s ever serious with you.
You’re always just having fun.”

I looked up at her. “She knows you are here. I’ve told her everything
about you and our past relationship. I haven’t lied to her. I never
lied to you either.”

“That’s right,” she snapped. “You never lied to me. All you did was
mislead me, and then go fuck that slut Karen Webb when you were
supposed to be meeting me.” I could tell she was getting angry. This
conversation wasn’t what I had wanted, but now that we’d started it, I
planned to continue.

“Did I really mislead you Cameron?” I demanded. “How long have we known
each other? All our lives, right?” She nodded. “Since the time we
started high school, we were best friends. I told you every little
detail about my life. Everything I did, good or bad. The things I was
proud of, the things that embarrassed me. You knew my history. You
knew I had fucked around on almost every girl that I was ever with. I
didn’t mislead you. You should have known what to expect.”

“I thought it would be different,” she said.

“What made you think that?” I asked. “Had I ever shown any real
remorse? Had I ever shown a sign of changing?” I was close to shouting
now. “I fuck around. I like to have sex, and maybe there is something
wrong with me, but I can’t turn it down. I’ve never been able to, and
you knew that better than anyone. How many times did I call you to
confess to cheating on some girl in high school?”

“I don’t know,” she said angrily. Tears were now streaming from her
lively green eyes. “I just thought it would be different.”

“Why?” I demanded again. “Why the fuck would you think that?”

“Because it was me,” she shouted. “Because it was me and I was so in
love with you. I didn’t think you would ever hurt me.” She was crying
hard now, and nearly collapsed. I put my arm around her and we sat on
the edge of my bed. I was a little shell shocked. During our short
romance, Cameron had never used the word love. I suppose deep down I
knew she was in love with me, and I possibly felt the same way.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:29 AM
Her body was shuddering roughly now as she sobbed. “You hurt me so
bad,’ she sobbed. “I can’t believe what you fucking did to me.” I
didn’t know what to say, so I just held her close and listened. “All
through high school, and then my first year of college, I never met a
guy who really interested me. When I started fooling around with those
girls, I did it partly because I was curious, but also because I
thought I might be gay. I didn’t know. No guy had ever really
interested me.” She continued to cry and avoided eye contact as she
talked. “Then, that night with you, everything changed. I felt so
alive when we made love. I let you take my virginity. I realized then
that I hadn’t been interested in other guys because I was always in
love with you. I just hadn’t known until that night.”

“When I saw that little slut leave the bathroom, I thought I would die.
I couldn’t believe you would hurt my like that. I was so sick for the
next two weeks. And then I went back to school as a different person.
All I did was party and fuck. I wanted to know what it was like to be
you. I wanted to live my life like you. I fucked three different guys
in the first three months of class. You were the only guy I had ever
fucked, and suddenly I was acting like a slut. I still couldn’t
understand what went on in your head. To me, the meaningless sex
wasn’t fulfilling at all.”

“Then, right before Thanksgiving, Billy came along. I knew he wasn’t
really interested in me. I mean, he definitely wanted to fuck me, but
mostly he just wanted to make you jealous. I was happy to play along.
I didn’t want to be like you anymore, I just wanted to hurt you. I let
that asshole fuck me, just to get back at you. I was hoping you would
walk in on us that night at the pool house. I was wishing for it. I
wanted to see the look and your face, and then I wanted to see Billy
hurt you the way you had hurt me. Then of course, you ruined it by
walking out. I could tell you were hurt, but not like I wanted. And
you were too mature to fight with Dipshit. But I let him fuck me
anyway, just because I knew you would hate it. I was repulsed by his
touch, and I still let him stick his dick in me. I still let him cum
in my mouth. It was so degrading. I broke it off with him the next
morning and cried the whole way back to school.”

“Cammie, I’m so sorry,” I said. She was still sobbing, and I could feel
a tear or two on my own cheeks now. “I never meant to hurt you. I
really never did.”

“I know that now,” she sobbed. “I guess I always knew that. But it
didn’t stop the hurt.”

I held her closely while she continued to cry herself out. I felt very
confused, and ashamed, and depressed. I was very shocked when I felt
her hand rubbing my thigh. I noticed Cameron was looking up at my
face. “Would you please make love to me?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” I stammered. I suddenly felt very awkward. “I don’t
know if that would be a good idea right now.”

“Please,” she asked. “I know what I want. I need this.”

She leaned forward and kissed me. I felt myself becoming aroused, and
even more confused. “Take me,” she whispered.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:30 AM
I was frozen in place. For the first time in years, I didn’t know how
to respond to a woman’s touch. Cameron unbuttoned my shirt and pulled
it off. She rubbed her hands across my bare chest. “Don’t you want
me?” she asked.

“I don’t know” I stammered again. “I don’t feel right about this
Cameron.”

“I know what I want,” she repeated. “I want you to make love to me.”

For the first time, I noticed that my penis had turned to an iron shaft.
Cameron opened my pants and pulled them off, along with my underwear.
She dropped to her knees and kissed my cock, marking it with lipstick
much like Haley had on our trip to the grocery store. Cameron kissed
and licked the head of my cock several times. I still sat motionless,
not knowing how to respond.

She stood up and pulled her blouse out from her pants. She slowly
unbuttoned it and revealed a lacy black bra. It clasped in the front
and she opened it, exposing her perfect orbs. She shed both garments.
I sat staring for a second, and suddenly I was able to respond. I
pulled Cameron to me and buried my face between her tits.. I was
overwhelmed with passion. I was so happy to be touching her again. To
be smelling her scents, and feeling her soft flesh.

I sucked her nipples lovingly while she stepped out of her cargo pants,
and then her little black panties. A few seconds later we were rolling
in the sheets. It felt so good to be next to her again. Her hot skin
felt amazing next to mine. We kissed and fondle each other as we
rolled around on the bed. Her hand teased my shaft as I rubbed her
clit and mound. I showered her with kissed on her face, neck, and
breasts. “Please take me now,” she begged.

I rolled on top of her and slipped my cock into her hot slit. It felt
like coming home. I began pumping fiercely, and the two of us moved in
a rhythm as if we were meant to be together. I kneaded her ample
breasts and she ran her fingers through my longish hair. Her first
orgasm came quickly, and as it passed, she became more passionate,
working towards another. We were both whimpering and groaning like
animals. I called her name out several times and told her that I loved
her. Her body was hit with another thunderous orgasm. I fucked her
harder, wanting to bring about a third, and it followed almost
immediately. As she called out my name and clawed at my soft skin, I
also climaxed, filling her with my hot cum. I continued driving for
several seconds until I was completely done. I rolled off to the side
and we both laid their catching our breath.

After a few second, Cameron moved to the edge of the bed. She grabbed
her panties and bra and started to dress.

“That was spectacular,” I said. Cameron agreed as she stood up to get
her pants.

“Cammie, I want you to know I’m glad we did that. I know I did a
horrible thing before, but I promise you now that I will never cheat on
you again. I will never hurt you again. I love you so much, and I
know that now.”

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:32 AM
“I know you won’t,” she said as she slipped into her shirt.

“Where are you going?” I asked suddenly. “Do you want to go out to eat
or something?”

“No,” she said. “I’m leaving.”

“Leaving?” I asked.

“Yes, leaving,” she repeated. “You are never going to hurt me again,
because I won’t give you the chance. I just got the closure I needed
from you, and now I’m leaving. I’m not stupid enough to let myself be
hurt again.” She finished dressing and used the mirror to fix her hair
and makeup quickly. I sat in bed, not knowing what to day.

“I though this meant we were getting back together,” I stammered.

“You thought wrong,” she said. “You won’t ever fuck me again.
Literally, or figuratively.” She collected her purse and started
towards the door. She paused for a second and turned around. Cameron
reached in her purse and produced a pen and slip of paper. “Here’s my
phone number at school,” she said as she jotted something. “Now that
you’ve been misled by me, you decide if you really want to try and
rebuild our friendship. If so, give me a call.”

She turned and walked out the door as I sat speechless.

It was several hours later when I heard a small knock on my door. I was
still laying in bed, although I had put on some shorts. I hadn’t moved
for much else. I was confused and depressed. When I didn’t answer the
knock, the door opened slowly. It was Haley. She didn’t look like her
normal happy, energetic self. She was wearing a baggy flannel shirt and
loose jeans, which was also unusual.

“I just figured I should come by and pick up my stuff,” she said softly.
She stopped and looked at me. She instantly read the grief on my
face. “What’s wrong?” she asked. “What happened?” She closed the
door and knelt down beside my bed, and I told her everything. I
relayed every detail of my afternoon. Every word and every action.

When I was done, I noticed a slight tear in her eye. “That’s so sad,”
she said. “I can’t believe anyone would treat you like that.”

“I did a very bad thing,” I said.

“I don’t care,” she responded. “I still think you are great. If I were
dating you, and you cheated on me, I would be angry at that girl, and I
would fight harder for you.”

I suddenly felt a new emotion along with my grief and confusion.
Haley’s words were warming my heart. “What have I been doing?” I asked
myself. I had spent that last few months pining away, dreaming of
Cameron, while this beautiful, intelligent, fun girl had been right
under my nose, showering me with attention and affection. I suddenly
felt elation when I thought about her.

“Haley,” I began, “are you in love with me?”

She looked away. “Don’t ask that,” she said.

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:34 AM
“Why?”

“Because, I know what you’ll say,” she said. “You’ll tell me I
shouldn’t get attached, and that you aren’t looking for commitment. I
know what I said sounds stupid to you, but I meant it.”

“Just answer the question,” I said.

She hesitated. “Yes. I think I am.”

“I’m not in love with you,” I said. She winced at my words, but I
continued. “I’m not in love with you because I’ve never thought about
it. All this time, I’ve just been thinking of Cammie, and how
miserable I am. I’ve taken you for granted, but I’d like to try
again.”

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I’d like to date you for real. To go out to movies, and dinners, and
do all the boyfriend/girlfriend shit that I said I didn’t want. To be
with you exclusively, and see if it feels right.”

“Are you serious?” she asked.

“Yes, if you’ll have me,” I said.

Haley jumped up and into the bed. “Of course I will,” she said. Her
face was beaming from her radiant smile. “I thought I was just going
to get a kick in the ass when I came over here tonight. I’ve been
moping around all day. I mean, look at how I’m dressed.” Her bubbly
personality was present again, and all signs of gloom had faded.
“You’ve made me so happy,” she said. She kissed me firmly.

My heart was still stinging from Cameron’s actions, but it was mixed
with happiness. Haley sat up and began opening her baggy flannel
shirt. She dropped it aside. She hadn’t bothered to restrain her
small breasts with a bra. Both of us quickly shed our pants, and
seconds later I was inside her warmth. Being inside Cameron had felt
like home, but being in Haley was like heaven. For the first time, the
two of us made love instead of just fucking. It was slow and rhythmic,
like in the car the previous night. But it definitely wasn’t quiet.
Haley squealed loudly as I slid in and out of her hot vagina. She
called out my name as we bounced the headboard of my bed against the
wall. We made love loudly and repeatedly until the sun came up the
next morning, much to the displeasure of my returned roommates.

After that night, we were always together, and we did go out on dates,
and hold hands in public, and did all the things couples normally do.
Nearly a month called before I finally built up the courage to call
Cameron, and by that time I knew I was falling in love with Haley. I
shared all the details with Cameron, just like in the old days, and it
went a long way towards repairing our damaged friendship. Over the
next few months, I was able to make amends with Cameron, and at the
same time I build a love with Haley. I had finally learned my lesson,
and in our time together I was always faithful and honest to my new
girlfriend.

whiskynaam
09-06-2006, 11:45 AM
Good story!!! Keep it up bro!!!! :D

LeDivorcee
09-06-2006, 11:47 AM
Thanks for your comments... Enjoy reading... Will be posting some other stories as well.