Chapter 3
I slowly opened one foggy eye to blink at the glaring sunlight streaming through the window. I felt like shit. My head was throbbing from the alcohol and from the hazy thoughts. Damn! Had I really done all those things with another woman? A woman old enough to be my mother, too. I turned over in bed and squeezed my warm body. My breasts were sore from last night, they felt as swollen as my head. Oh, well.... ' I heard the slam of car doors and supposed Cranston and auntie had returned. Good! That would give me something to do. Maybe Cranston would have some advice for me. Anybody was better than Audrey! Whatever had possessed me to be so free with myself? Like some cheap tramp, that's what I was, nothing but a tramp. Even Clara wouldn't do something like I had done.
I forced myself out of bed and was genuinely amazed to find that my body appeared none the worse from the wear and tear. I spotted a small blue bruise under my left breast, but make-up would take care of that. I decided I would persuade Cranston to take me to the beach today. Everyone had a tan except me. I dragged my swim suit out of a drawer only to groan-a very dull, one-piece, white swim suit. My mother had picked it out for me, the perfect suit for a little virgin. I couldn't go out in public like that! Disgustedly, I threw it in the trash can. I'd get Cranston to take me to a sportswear shop before we went to the beach.
I found Cranston sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee-several prints spread before him.
"Hi, Cranston!" I cheerfully said to his back and playfully tickled his neck.
He turned around to smile at me with a bit of surprise, I supposed remembering our last time together, when I had sent him away. "Hi, honey ... did ya miss me?"
"Sure, I did. Wendy's so busy, she has a new boyfriend, you know, that I never see her. But I did see Greg, last night. Did you have fun?"
"Oh, I suppose. Tell me which print you like the best."
I looked down at the prints. They were all of the same, dull building. Merely different angles. But I pointed one out to him and sat down, pulling my chair over closer to his.
"You want to take me to the beach today ... ummmm?" I purred my words, putting my lips lightly on his cheek. He pulled me over into his lap and his hands found my tight, swollen breasts. He began to knead them gently, kissing my hair. "Let's go to the beach, Cranston, please."
"Okay, honey. I'll go get some towels." He reluctantly pulled away from me and went for the towels. I watched him walk out of the room with a new fascination, I really wanted him today. Maybe it was the strange result of Audrey. I didn't know, all I did know was that I wanted to be normal, I didn't want to become a lesbian.
Easily, I persuaded Cranston to stop, by a sportswear shop and he even went in with me to help. He quickly spotted a tiny black bikini that he insisted he buy for me. I was delighted-what better way to escape that white swim suit than by this one! It was so tiny that I was embarrassed to try it on in front of the sales clerk. She looked at me disapprovingly as I fastened the clasp. My breasts looked even bigger than I had thought they were, the small top just barely covered my nipples, and the cut of the suit pushed them up high revealing a very nice view of cleavage. The bottom of the bikini was smaller than my panties, with a clear view of the crack of my fanny showing in the back. Under the sales clerk's eyes, I pulled it up as high as I could, but it still revealed one hell of a lot of me. I decided to leave it on and put my jeans on over it. I wanted to surprise Cranston in the privacy of the beach, not here in the store.
"Well, are we all set?" Cranston asked, once we were back in his car.
"I am. Do you have your camera with you?"
"Of course, it's my excuse for the day. I'll take some shots of the beach to show the old lady, in case she gets nosy. Come sit closer to me."
I moved over and put my arm behind his neck, rubbing it gently with my hand. I felt I had to get my feelings off my chest before I could really enjoy being with him. I saw his right hand moving up my thigh to caress my skin and I got all tingly inside, but I had to talk about my problem with him, I had to.
"Cranston, I have to tell you something, and ask your advice, do you mind?"
"Shoot, baby."
"Well, last night I went over to Greg's apartment and some people came over. I was pretty drunk and uh, this older woman, Audrey, she took me home. Only she didn't take me home, she took me to her place and we-uh, we did some things that I don't know how to feel about. I feel really strange, and guilty, do you know what I'm say-fag?"
"I think so, just what did the two of you do?"
"Well, we, uh, we had sex, I guess. She sort of ate me all over and put her fingers inside of me, and it was all so crazy and mixed-up ... Cranston, I don't want to be a lesbian!"
"Baby, don't cry ... one time doesn't make you a lesbian ... and if you still want men, too, it just might mean you're bisexual, or maybe, it was only for that one time. Do you still want to see her?"
"No, never!" I cried, my tears flowing out as I embraced him tightly, making the car swerve.
"Shh ... everything will be all right. Don't worry about it. . ." Cranston was saying, his arm holding me in his lap so that my head was pressing against his bulging pants. I eventually stopped crying, and just collapsed against Cranston, savoring his maleness and happy for the first time all day. I could feel his cock growing under my chin and I tentatively looked up at Cranston. He smiled at me and pushed my head back down on his cock
I unzipped his pants and pulled his cock free of clothing. I had never really given a guy a blow job, hah! That was a laugh, I had never even fucked anyone but Cranston....
I giggled at my foolishness and put my wet tongue on the bulging head of his penis. It was so hard and was turning a darker shade of pink as I twirled my tongue around the head. Cranston wiggled -under me and sighed contentedly as I ran my tongue down the shaft of his long, thick cock. I let my saliva trickle down on his balls and I licked them completely, burying my face in his lap.
"Cranston, why don't you pull over? Can you?"
He didn't answer me, but just pulled the car over to the side of the highway. I heard the other cars zooming past us, but I didn't care in the least. I wanted to eat him so completely, so totally....
Cranston turned around in the seat and I pulled his pants down and off. We were risking getting caught, but I didn't care if he didn't. Cranston reached down to kiss me and I let my mouth melt into his. He tasted of tobacco and I loved it! My own tongue was working feverishly inside of his mouth until I escaped its confines and slid it down to his navel, where I sucked gently as he moved beneath me. I cupped his balls in my hands and very gently, massaged them.
"Oh, baby, suck me, suck me. . .
I obeyed him willingly and eased my mouth over his cock, sliding it in until it reached the roof of my throat. I heard him sighing as I moved up and down on his throbbing cock, my tongue working faster and faster as I sucked on his wet head. I loved the taste of him in my mouth, I loved the feeling of power I had as I controlled him with my mouth. I slid down further between his legs and put one of his balls into my mouth, twirling my tongue around and around until I felt I had to take the other ball inside of my mouth. I held them gently, afraid of hurting him, as my own heartbeat was gaining in momentum, pounding in my head. I could feel my pussy getting wet as I moved my hips in rhythm to my mouth, circling and swaying with my body. I released his balls and placed my tongue on the root of his cock, stroking it wetly and gathering his balls up with my hands. I held his cock in my hands and slid it all over my wet mouth, on my lips, my cheeks, my neck, giving it little kisses and tender bites. Cranston was moving faster under my mouth, urging me to give him more, more....
Once again, I slid his entire cock into my mouth, going down on him with a forcefulness mingled delicately with tenderness. I clasped my lips tightly around the shaft of his cock, moving them rapidly up and down, faster and faster.
"Oh, Camille, honey-faster, faster, I'm coming!"
I moved with abandon, slowing down to tease him, then speeding up to get him higher. My own body was moving as fast as his, I could feel niy-self loosening up and panting as I came ... I smothered a cry with my lips as I went down to consume his cock and let the shudders of my body come. Cranston was grasping with his hands to squeeze my breasts as I moaned louder and louder. . ..
I put my hand tight around the root of his cock and felt the big vein surging and pounding as I tasted the first of his come-it came in fast spurts into my mouth, I held it to taste and let it slither down my throat as I swallowed. Finally, the heat from his body was dying down as I tasted the last of his wonderful juices. I took his cock out of my mouth and ran my tongue all over it, licking the juices off until it was dry and limpid in my hands and mouth. I felt my pussy contracting with pleasure as I held my legs tightly together, feeling the clitoris hard and tight. I looked up at Cranston's sweat-drenched face, and saw him smile at me slowly, wetting his lips. I reached up for his mouth and brought him down to kiss me. Then we heard a car horn and sat up straight to look at a passing car that had obviously been glancing in at us.
"Shit!" Cranston said, and kissed me again, in spite of the cars, "what do we care?"
I giggled happily and snuggled up to his body. I reached down for his pants, but he shook his head. "Leave them off, it's too damn hot. Besides, well be there before long."
He started the car again and I turned on the radio. I felt like a normal woman now, again. It was more fun with Cranston, wasn't it? I wasn't at all too sure that I wanted to think about it. Suddenly, I was remembering Audrey and her mouth on my pussy, the throbbing intensity of our contact. Damn, Camille! You've got to forget her! I forced myself not to think about her, and turned to give Cranston more of my attention. He was fun, and he did turn me on, I reminded myself. I would make myself not think about Audrey, I would.
"You know, baby, I could fall in love with you," Cranston said, his hand massaging my pussy through my jeans. His hand felt good, so good that I encouraged him by smiling at him and kissing his cheek. Things would be so easy if only I could love Cranston. The thought of incest didn't bother me at all. Cranston didn't seem like my uncle, he was my lover. I continued to kiss his cheek and neck, not really thinking about much, except the pulsations of my body that were coming faster and faster.
"How much longer before we get there?" I asked.
"Another five minutes. I just hope it's deserted. I haven't been to this spot since last summer. You know, you're really beautiful..."
"Thank you kindly, sir." I said politely, puckering my lips for a quick kiss. I could still taste the sweetness of him inside my mouth, tantalizing me to the point where I wanted more and more of him. I played with his loose hairs, tugging at the gray ones sprinkled through his sideburns. I loved the way they made him look so very sophisticated-men fascinated me. I decided then I wanted to keep Cranston with me all night long. I had never slept with anyone all night, except Wendy, and that, I had to forget! She certainly had lost all interest in me.
We finally arrived at the beach and the view of surf and sand took my breath away-it was all too perfect, too completely breathtaking. I hurried out of the car, leaving Cranston behind to bother with the towels and his camera. I took my shoes off the minute I reached the sand, burying my toes in its delightful touch. I looked around for Cranston, but didn't see him, so I hastily pulled off my jeans and shirt. The first touch of the warm coastal wind on my bare skin was too good to be true. I found it remarkably sensual as I ran about on the beach, very pleased that I was alone for this moment. I felt so attuned to nature and the sun was so golden and good. I finally sat down on the sand and stared out at the breaking waves. I felt goose pimples on my spine as the wind whipped around me.
"Stand up and let me see you," Cranston said behind me, his voice deep and husky.
I stood and turned around to see him, a mere three feet away, snapping his camera. I smiled, I pouted, I stuck my tongue out seductively and I bent over-tell the while he was clicking away, enthralled in his art. I was getting excited for him. I loved being watched and having my picture taken. I turned around and posed with my hands on my hips, my bottom upturned to him. I felt him moving closer to my raging body, breathing noisily. His hand was moving slowly down my back, following my spinal cord to the bottom of it Then I felt his other hand on my fanny-and he was pulling the bottom of my bikini off, squeezing my fleshy cheeks as he did so, and panting. His fingers began to probe my ass crack, gently and tenderly, as I felt his entire body moving in closer to me until he had lowered us both down onto the sand. My face was partially buried in the hot sand, but I didn't care. I felt free, and unbridled! I moved my legs apart and felt his head thrust itself between my thighs. His flaming tongue had found my anus and he was pushing it in-just a tiny bit, but it was driving me insane! I was ecstatic!
I began to move my body to his, bringing myself up on my knees and elbows, so that I was like a puppy dog in heat.
"Oh, oh, I love you, Camille, I want you so much, so very, very much...." Cranston had lowered his body under mine and I looked down at him, my breasts touching his face. He put his arms around me and undid the clasp to my top, and threw it on the sand. My breasts now hung freely and I was swinging their fullness in his face-until his open mouth caught one of my coral nipples and he began to suck it, pulling on it forcefully until I cried out in raging joy.
"Ohhhhh, Cranston, suck the other one, too, now!" , Cranston lashed into my other breast, his tongue going wild on my white flesh. I didn't ever want him to stop! I looked down to see his cock had grown large and thick and was bobbing up to reach my mound of curly hairs. I teased him with my hips, lowering them just enough to rub against his cock. Just then I looked across the sand and saw a face behind one of the dunes. Someone was watching us! I quickly decided not to tell Cranston, I didn't want anything to end this joy. In fact, I liked being watched, it gave me a peculiar sense of sexiness.
"Owww!" I cried out as I felt Cranston roughly turning my body over onto my side, the coarse sand brushing into my tender slit. It suddenly seemed as if he had a million hands as he caressed my body, at last pulling my hips up to his face as he found my clitoris. His long tongue was beating my clit rapidly as his fingers were pulling the cheeks of my fanny farther and farther apart. I buckled wildly, the intensity of my pleasure mounting to a climax.
"Ohhhhhh, Cranston, more, more, eat me, suck me harder and harder...." The explosion inside of my body rankled me as it sent waves of turbulent delight through my body as I went limp on the sand. I lay there panting, too exhausted to move, but at the same time craving more and more. I started to unbutton Cranston's shirt while he sat on my stomach, the weight of his body on his knees. His curly chest hair deeply aroused me so that I pulled him down and with my hands gathered up his flesh around his nipples so that I could suck the tiny rose-colored button. For just a moment, I had a flash of Wendy, her pear-shaped breasts hanging over my mouth, but I forced myself to break the thought as I crushed onto his other nipple so hard that he cried out in pain.
Cranston abruptly stood up and tore his pants off completely, freeing himself of them. Then he lifted my legs up high so that he was sitting between them. I could feel the wetness of my pussy as the wind streaked through our bodies. Cranston was putting his finger into my open and waiting vagina, circling the walls and causing me to shudder with contractions. He pulled his finger out and brought it to my mouth where I sucked on it, loving the spicy taste of my own body.
"Spread your legs wider, baby, as wide as you can. I love to look at you, inside of you, show me your pussy, baby."
I obeyed him silently, my lips wet and my eyes on his hands as he pulled apart my outer lips, letting the air arouse me to heights of savageness. He mauled my cunt lips, pulling tenderly, twisting the wet, swollen skin with his fingers. My entire pussy was drenching wet as I began to undulate my hips. I was lost completely in this suspended moment. I lifted my body to reach his lips. The tips of our tongues met and twitched, teasing each other until I bore my mouth into his, bruising my lips with our passion. I fucked his mouth and his throat with searching, groping tongue, digging into him wildly as his fingers spread wider my aching cunt.
"Turn over, on your knees," Cranston hoarsely whispered into my mouth and I did so, but not before handing him a nipple, hardened and erect, to bite into with his teeth. I squealed loudly, coming again in an outburst of passion.
I barely managed to turn over, on all fours, as I felt Cranston behind me, his cock rubbing my wetness, beating against my hardened and swollen clitoris. I was anxious to fuck this way, I had never been fucked from behind, but instead, I felt his fingers in my cunt, pushing deeper until I felt the world, explode. And then I felt Cranston's rock-hard cock easing its way into my anus-I cried out in pain.
"Damn you, Cranston, stop that! Don't fuck me there-please, it hurts!" I yelled but he didn't stop. And then I was silent, except for my low moans-it was beginning to feel good, really good, a whole new feeling. My entire body was full of him, moving ever so slowly as he pushed gently in and pulled gently out, sending rockets off inside my body. This pleasure was exquisite, so slow, so very, very slow he was moving. I pushed my ass back all the way to reach his bristly pubic hairs and mesh with his taut balls. Cranston's hands came around my body to cup my breasts lightly, teasingly stroking the erect nipples as we moved together.
"Oh, baby, you're the greatest, the absolute greatest, easy now, take, it easy...," Cranston was murmuring to me, barely audible, as my body began to move faster against him, trying desperately to keep up with the fast pounding of my heart. I was inflamed with passion for him deeper inside of me. I jerked my body faster and faster, not able to stop or control my movements any longer, I was coming, riding in on the wave that was overtaking my body as I began to shake violently....
"Ohhh, Fuck me, Cranston, fuck me, fuck me!" I screamed out, wrenching my body in semicircular movements to completely consume his long, hot cock. I felt the hot, spurting liquid begin to fill me, tighter and tighter and I held my body rigid as I let my orgasm come. It only lasted seconds until I felt his cock begin to shrink from the explosion of himself into me. I bit my lip as the last surge of the orgasm reached my breasts and they trembled in the wake.
"Oh, baby, turn over, let-me hold you," Cranston whispered in my ear and I eased his limpid cock out of my anus and rolled over to face him. I couldn't wait to hold him in my arms, his head against my breasts as I cradled him in my arms, our bodies now cold as the wind brushed across our sweaty bodies. I was shivering uncontrollably as we held each other, slightly rocking back and forth. Words were not necessary at this time. I felt then that I loved Cranston a little, too. It was true that he gave me more than anyone else had, so why did I have these doubts about my feelings for him? Why did I continue to feel as if I had violated my body in some way I couldn't understand. I tried to forget these crazy ideas as I stroked his hair with my hand, pushing the short hairs behind his ear and running my finger lightly across his ear. He was responding to my touch, moving a little as I touched him. I felt as if he were a little boy, instead of the older man, as I cradled, him. He wanted to be loved, and I knew enough to know already that auntie had not provided much in the way of love for him. I looked down at the top of his head and gently slid his mouth onto my nipple, holding it for him to suck.
Cranston's wet mouth tugged on my nipple, sucking it with an air of innocence that didn't belong to either of us. I felt guilty about all I had done lately. What had happened to daddy's little girl who had promised him she would be good? With Cranston arousing my nipple, I felt more like the mother than the daughter. He was the one that should be cradling me, I wanted to be held. I missed my parents. The tears began to slide down my cheek and I purposely let them fall on Cranston's face.
"Baby, what's the matter? Why are you crying?"
"I miss my parents, and, uh, I feel bad about, uh, about what we've been doing...." I stammered, inwardly delighted at his reaction. He sat up and put my head in his lap, holding his arms tightly around me. It worked! I loved this feeling best of all-I was being held, and loved, just like when I was a little girl. And Cranston, he was like daddy, telling me a story to make me feel good.
"You shouldn't worry about what we've been doing, Camille. It's natural when two people care about each other. I love you, every little inch of you, you know that, don't you?"
I nodded and waited for him to go on talking. All I wanted to do was listen.
"And all that silly nonsense you told me earlier about you becoming a lesbian, that's impossible! You're all woman, believe me. You did tell me you took care of yourself while I was gone, didn't you?"
His last question was an afterthought, one of panic, I thought, as I assured him quietly that, yes, I had an IUD now and he had nothing to worry about.
"Are you afraid you'll be a father again?" I teased him, knowing full well that he did not want my teasing now.
"Of course not, don't be silly. But it would be a damnable thing to happen to you-so young." "That's bullshit and you know it. I don't want a damn kid."
"Camille, I wish you wouldn't talk like that now. I land of like it when we are having sex, but not at other times, it makes you sound like some slut."
"You bastard!" I cried and got up quickly to gather my swim suit and put it back on. I was ready to leave. It was simply too much that he should call me a slut! In a blind fury of tears, I ran to the car, stumbling twice on the sand. I hated him! I hated myself! When I was in school, I never had these dumb problems-why was I having them now? I didn't need sex, didn't have any problems like this until I started playing around. I hated everybody! -C, When I reached the car, it was locked and this infuriated me! I stomped around, looking for Cranston, but didn't see him coming. Maybe I had been too mean to him, but I didn't care-he called me a slut!
I was sitting on the ground by the car door when I saw him slowly walking toward the car, the towels and his camera hanging from his hands. His head was down and again, I thought he looked like a little boy, whose feelings had been hurt. But that was my role, damn him, my feelings had been hurt. He silently opened my door and I got in, sitting close to the edge of the seat. I watched him walk around to his side of the car, his shirt wet from the perspiration on his chest. Somehow that was endearing, but I couldn't weaken. Not yet.
Cranston got in the car and turned to look at me. I turned the other way, and then I felt his hand brushing my cheek, very tenderly.
"Camille, listen to me, please ... I'm very sorry that I called you a slut. You're not a slut, you couldn't possibly be. I was just angry and I don't know why. I guess it's just that I'm older than you and I hate to see someone as beautiful as you are using words like that. Call it conditioning, call it whatever you like, but I can't help the way I am. Our conversation there on the beach was irrational, it just happened and it can be forgotten-I love you, Camille." Cranston slid over and put his arms around me. I held my body stiff as he attempted to hold me and then I gave in, I relaxed and crumpled against him.
"Let's go home!" Cranston said quietly and I put my head in his lap, completely oblivious to anything other than how tired I was, how sleepy....
"Baby, we're home."
I opened my eyes to the glaring sunlight and sat up in the car. Cranston smiled at me and we both got out of the car. I was very hungry and anxious to get something to eat. We had missed lunch entirely. As I walked to the house, I was acutely aware of my body, how very stiff and sore it was. My ass felt as if it had been beaten and in a way, I thought, it had.
My head wasn't at all in any good order as I sat at the table and let Cranston fix us some sandwiches. I made no comment as he ran a monologue on how good cheese was and other silly things. I only wanted to eat and then go take a shower. The sand was sticky all over my body and my swim suit was wet, although neither of us had even gone into the water. When he placed my plate in front of me, I quickly ate everything on it, not tasting it and barely chewing it.
"See you later, Cranston, I'm going to take a shower."
"Okay, I'll come up to your room to see how you feel."
He seemed to take it for granted that I wanted him to come to my room and that I was feeling badly. Well, he was right. I did feel like shit, for no real reason that I could think of. And I probably would want him to come up to my room.
My shower was hot and refreshing and it did succeed in putting me in a mellow mood. I tied my long hair up and put it on top of my head, letting a few loose tendrils dangle from the sides. Very sexy, I thought, looking the mirror. I tied my white silk robe, a graduation present from a school friend, around my powdered body, and sprayed some cologne on. I felt as sexy as I knew I looked. I picked up the intercom box and buzzed Cranston. He wasn't in the kitchen, or in his room. I tried the living room and den, still no answer to my buzz. Oh, shit, did he leave? I looked out the window and his car was gone. Damn! Just when I was all ready for him.
Then I spotted a sports car coming up the drive way and I saw Wendy and her new boyfriend. She was leaning over the car kissing him goodbye. I could see the flash of her curvy thighs as she bent over to reach him, her black hair was shining in the sunlight and she looked dazzling in an all white outfit that really set off her dark, good looks. I was jealous that she had a boyfriend, the bad thing was I couldn't figure out if I wanted her or a boyfriend that I could be seen with, not Cranston. Wendy stood talking to her boyfriend for a few minutes more, then I watched her run up to the house, a real bounce in her step, the kind you only see in movies, usually. I wanted Wendy to be my friend, but I had a feeling that she harbored some guilt feelings about that night she had spent with me and was afraid to be with me again. Well, I would go talk to her and make her see that I wasn't interested in anything like that with her.
I heard Wendy come up the stairs and go into her bedroom. I opened my door quietly and walked down the hall. Her door was open and I saw her before she saw me. She was standing by her closet, taking off her dress and struggling with the zipper.
"You need some help?" I asked, using my most pert voice.
"Oh, Camille! You scared me, I didn't know anyone was here-sure, this zipper is always a pain in the ass."
I walked over and unzipped her, quickly, so that she wouldn't think I was trying anything with her. I did, however, manage to see that she was wearing red underwear and no bra. But she carefully turned her back to me as she slipped her robe on-she wasn't going to give me anything to see.
"What have you been doing lately?"
"Oh, I went to the beach today, can't you see that my nose is a nice beet red? Cranston took me."
"You mean daddy?!?" She shrieked, turning to stare at me, her brown eyes wide with disbelief. "Yes, your daddy, my uncle, Cranston, whatever you want to call him. Why is that so strange?"
'Well, I don't know ... he never took me to the beach, I thought he hated it."
"But you have a nice boyfriend to take you to the beach," I pointed out to her, my own eyes widened as she began to polish her toe nails, one leg up on the stool, her red panties displayed carelessly.
"Yeah, forget it, it just seemed strange, that's all. Maybe I can get you a date with one of Ron's friends, that way you won't have to spend your time with daddy. He must be very boring."
"Actually, Cranston is not boring at all, I rather like his company. At least he takes the time to make sure I have something to do."
"Bitch," she said fondly, I thought, "I've been meaning to do something with you, but, well, you know how it is-Ron's terrific, he really is, you'll have to meet him, but you have to promise not to try and take him away from me." She winked at me and turned her eyes back to her toe nails, which she was painting a bright, sexy red.
"Are you very serious about him? I mean, is he the only guy you're seeing?"
"Oh, yes-I wouldn't dream of going out with anyone else. I think he might give me his fraternity pin, but don't tell Clara, if you see her, because I don't want anyone to know yet, you know?"
"Sure." I said calmly, as if I really knew what she was talking about. Oh, I knew all about fraternities and pins, but I had never been out with a fraternity guy and wasn't at all knowledgeable about the proper course of. such things. "Why don't you get me a date for this weekend?"
"I'll ask Ron. The big trouble is that since it's summer, most of the good-looking guys are all away. Things will really pick up when September rolls around. Aren't you excited about starting to college?"
"Yeah, I guess so." I murmured, trying not to let on that the very thought of college terrified me. I had never been to school with guys before and wasn't all that happy about the idea.
"Well, I'd love to talk more, but I have to shower and do some work in my lesson plans-Ron's picking me up in an hour or so, you under-stand, don't you? I don't want you to think I've been avoiding you, Camille, but I've just been so damn busy this summer, what with teaching and all."
"Sure, I understand. Have a good time tonight"
I faked nonchalance as I left her, closing the door behind me., I was terribly jealous of her activities, but there was nothing I could do about it. Maybe Cranston would be back soon. He had told me earlier that auntie had a meeting tonight, so it would only be the two of us-maybe we could go to a movie or something.
When I got back to my bedroom, Cranston was lying on my bed, clad in fresh trousers and a silky shirt that he had opened to his waist. In front of him on the bed was a big package tied in pink ribbon with a huge bow on top.
"Close the door, sweetie."
I did as he said and gave him a big smile! I loved surprises-I couldn't wait to open it.
"Oh, Cranston, for me? What is it?"
"Come open it, but don't make so much noise, I'd hate for Wendy to come in on us."
"She won't. She's getting ready for a date," I assured him as I broke into the package. Inside were three little boxes-I opened the first one and was delighted to find a very sheer, very black, sexy nightgown-it was open down the front with only a little bow at the top!
"Oh, Cranston, it's terrific! So-o-o sexy!"
"Yeah, you'll have to model it for me."
The next package contained a pair of black high-heel shoes, the heels very high and slim. Also inside the package was a pair of silk stockings, also black. I gave Cranston a big sloppy kiss and rushed on to the next package. I was so excited!
It contained a very long, very feathery, black boa. Underneath that was a black, with red bows, garter belt and a funny looking bra. It had holes cut out where the nipples would be! I was wildly ecstatic with my new things. I threw my arms around Cranston for a big, thankful hug, truly happy that I had him to buy things for me, to cheer me up in this way. If this would be the result of every little argument we had, I'd have to manage to argue more!
"Oh, Cranston, you're a darling, a real darling! I can't wait to try everything on, they're so wild, and so seductive, I think."
"What do you mean, you think?" He laughed, and pulled me completely on top of him so that my breasts fell out of my robe and onto his hairy chest. My nipples immediately grew erect at the touch of his cool skin. His hands came inside my robe and he began to massage my breasts, rolling the nipples between his fingers.
"I can't get enough of you," he said, "just when I think I have to stop this business, I get a look at you, and I go crazy-I love your hair like that, it's very provocative, very." He was leaning back from me, looking critically at my hair, the desire obvious in his eyes. "Go put on something, I don't care what." , I smiled at him, wetting my lips .with my tongue to tease him, and then lightly touching the bulge in his pants and running my finger down his leg as I picked up two of the packages and went into my bathroom.
I quickly put on the bra, letting my tight red nipples stick out profusely as I fastened the clasp. I looked in the mirror-my breasts stood out very high and very proud, the two nipples the perfect touch to the black satin of the bra. I put the garter belt on next, pleased that it fit perfectly and was snug around my hips. The silk stockings came next and I laughed out loud as I noticed that they had seams! How very quaint, I thought, just like my grandmother, only not as functional as hers had been. They felt cool and oh, so sexy as I pulled them up my long, slender legs. I fastened them to the garters and turned in front of the bathroom mirror, enraptured with the sight of myself. The black made my legs look even longer and sleeker than before, and the shoes, they were sensational! Turning to the side, I noticed the delicious curve of my calf and the roundness of my ass as it curved out from the garter belt. My breasts reminded me of Super Woman, they looked twice as big as normally, what with the bra pushing them up high. For the final touch, I donned the feather boa and wrapped it loosely around my shoulders. I posed sexily in front of the mirror-I could have been a smash on the stage, I decided.
I opened the bathroom door a crack and slid one leg out, holding it up as high as I could to give Cranston a peek. He applauded softly and was whispering, 'more, more' as I came out of the door completely, turning slowly on my heels and swinging the boa around my head in flighty motions. I forgot Cranston lying in front of me as I went into my own world, where I was the star, the queen, the ultimate teaser of men and women. Yes, and women-why not both? I smiled at my thought and continued to strut around the room, slowly, but with a definite purpose in mind. The pulsations in my head were leading me as I moved to a chair and straddled it, one leg on either side of the seat. I lowered my body to the seat and slowly, very seductively, I came up and went down. The movements of my hips were getting a little faster as I imagined the crowd in front of me shouting and whistling as I lifted one leg high above the back of the chair and turned my back to Cranston. Then I bent down to the floor and grasped my ankles with my hands, slowly sliding them up my legs until I reached my pussy, bare and throbbing. I turned around and he had his arms open to receive me. I pouted, slung the feather boa at him teasingly, and continued to walk around the bed, swinging my hips.
Cranston was getting really hot, I could tell. He was watching my every movement, his breath coming hot and fast as I got closer to him. The minute I was within his reach, he grabbed for me and pulled me onto the bed. I let him and fell down beside him, my body squirming and my lips parted. "Do it to me, baby, do it," I said huskily, using the words of a song I remembered from school. His hands found my nipples and he squeezed them roughly before planting his mouth on my throat. He sucked hard into my skin and moved his mouth down to one of my nipples, biting it hard and crying softly to himself. He was like a madman, I thought, and this threw me into a siege of passion. I ripped off his shirt and struggled with his pants, only to find that he had already unzipped them and was holding his body up off the bed for me to pull them off completely. The sight of his naked body drove me wild and my cunt was getting wetter and wetter. I knew that this time we would waste little time on fore-play, I only wanted him inside of me-and fast!
I used all my strength to push Cranston back on the bed, his hard cock standing high out from his body. I cupped my hands around his cock, loving the feel of the hot flesh and drew my mouth down to suck on the bulging head of his cock. He was trying hard to turn me over as he continued to maul and pull at my nipples with his fingers, but I held him down. Finally, I took my mouth away from his cock and moved up on top of him so that my pussy was directly over his face. His tongue came out of his mouth and he pushed it into my slithery cunt lips, spreading them with his hands and kneading them until I let out an involuntary scream. He shushed me and I remembered Wendy in her room-what would she think of this? I gave a bitter snort as he went into my vagina with his hand and his lips and tongue crushed down on my clitoris.
I could take no more of this I moved my body off his face and gracefully slid onto his cock. I was riding him high, he was my horse, my fantasy as I sat astride him, raising my hips to tantalize him. I let only the head of his surging cock inside of me as I went around in circles with my hips, pulling wide my cunt lips with my fingers to give him view of my own lusciousness.
"Go down, Camille, go down on me all the way, now, now!" Cranston cried to me, lifting his hips up to make his cock go in further and further until I felt him inside of me to the very end! I went up and down on his cock, using my hips as the perfect leverage for my movements. I felt as if this were a dream, every part of my body was welcoming the rushes of the contractions, I moved faster, harder, faster, harder, I couldn't stop my body from moving-
"I'm coming, oh, God, I'm coming, I'm coming!" I screamed out in the room, I didn't care about anything just then except that my body was giving me this raging pain and pleasure! I was atop the orgasm and I let it race through my body bringing shivers and spasms as I felt Cranston's hot semen entering my vagina and bursting inside of me.
"What the hell is going-"
I turned around to the door and saw Wendy standing in the door, her face white and her mouth open!
She didn't say another word, but ran from the room, her shrieks loud and tormenting to my ears. Cranston hastily got up from the bed and threw his clothes on, and he was gone from my room before I had a chance to say anything. He slammed my door and I heard him running down to Wendy's room, pounding on her door, begging her to let him in, to let him explain. How would he do that, I wondered, and then began to cry. Wendy would never ever be my friend now-I had lost all hope for our relationship. I heard Wendy's door open and then slam. All was silent. She must have let him in-what was he telling her?