Chapter 4
I was sitting at my desk trying to write a letter to an old school friend, but it was difficult. My mind was only on Wendy and Cranston and me. I had not seen Cranston since last night's fiasco, and obviously, Wendy had not been in to see me. I had had dinner alone and then had come back to my room, which I now regarded as my prison. What had happened to my carefree days? I stared down at the paper that was clean--I couldn't very well say to my friend that I had committed incest in front of my cousin with her father, or that I had become a lesbian, or a slut. I still didn't completely hate myself. I thought that things would work out, somehow. Only another i month and a half before I would be leaving for my dorm room-maybe then things would be better.
"Camille, are you in there?" I heard Cranston at my door. I went to open the door, but he wouldn't come in; he stood in the hall, looking very sheepish and as if he had not slept well.
"Come on down and have some breakfast with me. Everyone else has gone for the day, it'll be alright."
"Sure." I followed him downstairs, and instinctively, tightened the belt on my robe. I was hungry, it was almost time for lunch. Mainly, I wanted to find out what he had told Wendy about us.
I sat silently and watched him prepare the eggs and sausage. He looked vaguely uncomfortable, and I suspected that he would have preferred me to be in day clothes, instead of my silky robe. But he didn't say anything to me, and I didn't ask. I had learned to wait.
We ate quickly, each aware of the other, but not too sure how to react to each other. I settled back after I had finished and pulled one of his cigarettes out and lit it. I had only smoked several times before, but I managed it without coughing; in fact, I liked the taste.
"Well, Cranston, I've had enough of the silent treatment. What did you tell Wendy?"
"Well, uh, it's a very touchy situation, you do understand that, don't you?"
I nodded. "But you haven't answered my question."
"I told Wendy that I loved you and that you love me. What we will do from this point on-I really don't know."
"You what!" I was shocked, that was the last thing I wanted him to tell Wendy-I didn't love him!
"Why do you look so damn surprised? You can't play the dumb school girl with me. I told her the truth, and I just hope that she will understand. She's very confused right now, but I think she will accept it-eventually. I got her to promise that she wouldn't tell her mother. That might look bad for the divorce case, you know."
"Cranston, are you crazy? I don't want you to leave auntie for me! Why should you? You have her money this way and never have to be with her, except occasionally. You have the perfect setup, if you ask me. And I'm going to school in September, I can't marry anyone-I don't want to marry anyone!"
"I didn't say anything about marriage, so calm down. But I can't continue to see you in my own house. It's too risky-and the only way I can get out is by divorce. Camille, I want you with me. We can live together and you can go to school, that won't be changed."
"Cranston, you're the one that's always talking about love, not me. Sure, I care about you, but I don't love you the way you say you love me. We've had some fun, some sex, that's all-no big commitment. Wendy is doing the same thing with that boyfriend of hers, and so is every other person, almost, we don't have to make some big commitment to each other-that's crazy, really."
"I'm not going to give up. I love you, and I think you love me, too, you're just afraid to admit it. But that doesn't bother me-we'll manage somehow until you start to college and then I'll get an apartment."
"Looks like you have everything all figured out; it must have taken you all night to lay your plans."
"Sarcasm doesn't become you, my dear. I know you're upset by all that happened, so I will be patient and understanding."
"Like a damn dog."
"Camille, please, don't say things you don't mean."
"Don't mean! Who are you kidding? You think you know how I feel about everything just because we've fucked a couple of times? Well, let me tell you, you don't! I'm going upstairs and I don't want to see you, that's how I feel, do you understand that? For an old man, you're pretty dumb."
Cranston looked crushed at the cruelty of my words, but I didn't care, I wanted to get away from him, he was a disgusting, boring old man. And he had ruined things for me and Wendy. That crummy bastard! I ran upstairs and locked my door, slumping down on the floor, my head in my arms.
It was all so confusing-so unfair that this should happen to me. I didn't know how to cope with it, how to get everything to work out the way I wanted it to. Yesterday at the beach things had been nice between us and I thought Cranston was my friend, but now, all this bullshit! I didn't understand myself, either. Sometimes I desperately wanted Cranston, and at other times, I hated him. It was the same way with Wendy and Audrey and even Clara. I was so mixed up-how could I want to have sex with everyone I knew? That was ridiculous; normal people didn't want to do the things I wanted to do. I remembered the night Clara had picked me up after I left Audrey's, how terrific she looked and that in the middle of all my confusion, all I could think about was her large, upturned breasts straining under her tight T-shirt. It has been disappointing when nothing had happened between us; she was probably like Wendy, only interested in men. She had posed for Cranston, I wondered if he had ever fucked her....
"Camille, telephone!" I heard auntie call from the hallway. I was still half-asleep from my nap that had been filled with dreams of Wendy and Clara, all of us mixed together in one giant bed. Crazy!
"Hello," I said into the yellow princess phone that stood all alone on the little table in the hallway.
"Hi, Camille, it's Greg. How do you feel about coming over tonight to help me out? I'm having a party, sort of, an old friend is going to Europe, and I need a female to help even things out. It might be fun."
"Oh, Greg! That sounds great, I don't have anything to do here and it's boring, you know. Uh, will Audrey be there?"
"Probably, I asked her. Why?"
"Oh, no reason, I just never got a chance to thank her for taking me home that night I got a little too drunk."
"Well, she should be here. I'll pick you up around seven and you can help me set things up, okay?"
"Great." I hung up, more excited than I had been all week-a chance to see Audrey again! I couldn't wait to see how she would react to me. Also, I realized, I was more than curious, I was anxious to see if she would attempt to have sex with me again. I wanted her.
I dressed carefully, wearing a new long dress that had a sexy slit up the side. I put on my black stockings and garter belt under the dress and pinned the slit so that the garter wouldn't show. I also wore my new bra under the dress, pleased that you could see the outline of my nipples through the soft material of the dress. The dress was solid green, with a low, round neckline that went well with my reddish blonde hair. I tied it in a pony tail on one side of my head so that a single, full strand hung around one side of my neck and down on my rising breasts. Very sexy!
Greg was prompt and I managed to get out of the house without seeing Cranston or Wendy, although I felt sure Cranston was watching us from one of the windows. Greg was nicer to me than before and we struck up a conversation on the virtues of small cars, a favorite topic of his.
"By the way, Camille, I have a favor to ask of you.
"Yes?"
"Sometime next week, I was thinking, that is, if you wouldn't mind, I'd like to use you for a model. It wouldn't have to be nude, or anything like that."
"Oh, Greg, I'd love to, and if you like, I'd do it nude, it might be fun."
'Well see, I'll let you know when I'm ready. It was all Audrey's idea, she suggested that you would be great, and well, I trust her judgment."
I beamed at him and my head became lighter. Things were looking up, I had to keep away from that house and things would all work out. Greg was so cute, I thought, looking at him as we got out of the car. I wondered if he would look like Cranston when he was older.
Oh, well, I followed Greg inside and helped him set things out on the table and arrange the little bowls full of nuts and sweets. It was so cozy in this room, I would like to have a place like this of my very own. Before I could finish opening all the containers of food, people began to pour into the large room, making it seem very small and closed in. I recognized Greg's friend George and no one else. It was an odd mixture of people. I talked to a very unattractive girl for a few minutes about Greg's great artistic talent and then I had to excuse myself. If I didn't get some air, I was going to die.
It was cool outside, the wind blowing slightly. I sat down on a bench near Greg's apartment and watched the people moving inside the apartment. I could hear the music blaring and began to tap my foot, humming a little to the beat.
"Hello, Camille."
I turned around to see Audrey, a different Audrey from the one I remembered. She had either dyed her hair or was wearing a wig because her hair was pale blonde, not unlike Clara's. She was dressed in solid black clothes, very tight jeans and a shirt, with a black shawl around her shoulders. Her eyes were heavily made up with iridescent green eye shadow and she looked ravishing, her eyes sparkling vividly as she stared down at me.
"Hi, Audrey. Long time, no see," I managed to get out flippantly. "Yes, well, uh, that was an unfortunate situation for both of us." She said coolly and sat down beside me. "The woman I live with, Meredith, can be hostile sometimes, she doesn't understand that she isn't my master. We have our differences, but most of the time we do get along quite well. How are you doing?"
"Oh, fine, I suppose, very bored. I wish college would start soon. I might take an art course under you," I said coyly, giving her a long look from under my eyelashes.
"That would be nice. I suppose we should go in and have something to drink. Want to come with me?" I
"Sure, you're the leader," I said with a flash of my teeth. We walked into the room, not unaware of the stares we encountered. We were both stunning looking and many of the men cast wistful eyes at me and I felt sure, Audrey, too. She had such a bohemian charm about her that many of the young men must have desired her attentions. I knew Greg almost worshipped her. I followed her over to the bar that Greg had set up, stopping briefly to say hello to George. I bent over low to shake his hand and give him a welcome view of my cleavage. I loved to tease men and women, too. I thought maybe that was my calling in life, to be a supreme tease. Hah! Wouldn't Mother Superior be shocked if she knew my thoughts-I was her very own dear, sweet, little Camille. Well, no longer--never again.
Audrey handed me a drink and whispered into my ear, "mingle for a while and then we can slip away for a few minutes.
I obeyed her order and was very pleasant to the people I talked to, despite the fact that most of them bored me, and none of them compared to the radiance of Audrey. I constantly let my eyes find her in the crowded room and once our eyes met for a long pause. I ran my tongue across my lips and returned her gaze, certain that she wanted me badly. Her own lips were poised slightly open as she gave me another quick glance before turning to talk with someone else. I went for another drink, to calm my waiting body. I was already getting hot for her, my pussy moistening as I thought of her breasts next to mine.
"Have some more wine, Camille," Greg said as he handed me a full glass. "Having fun?"
"Yeah, it's great. Don't forget to call me next week, I really want to model for you."
"I won't. Have I told you that you were a real knockout tonight?"
"No, but I suspect you're getting a little high."
"So what if I am?"
"No sweat off my back, it's your party. And by the way, you don't have to worry about taking me home tonight, Audrey has offered."
"Yeah ... you're not getting mixed up with her, are you? I mean, she's the most wonderful person I know, but sometimes she can sort of get too involved with people, if you know what I mean."
"Don't worry-I'm not concerned."
Just then Audrey came over to us and I watched as she kissed Greg on the cheek, pulling him over to her. She whispered something in his ear, and I was jealous that I couldn't hear what it was. But then she turned to look at me and I wondered if Greg could see the desire that was burning in our eyes as we looked at each other. Audrey picked up another drink and toasted the success of Greg's party. My hand was shaking as I reached out to clink my glass with hers and Greg's. Fortunately, Greg was too high to notice, but Audrey did. She gave me a little wink and leaned over to whisper, "Be patient." I had to hand it to her, she was a much better tease than I was, but I was learning fast. I lifted my eyebrows at her and shook my head before turning to go to the bathroom.
My exit was probably not as dignified as I would have liked, the room being so crowded, but I knew that Audrey's eyes had followed me. I opened the door to the bathroom and was glad to see that it was an old-fashioned, very large bathroom, with a huge tub in one comer. I pulled the lid of the toilet seat down and then sat down myself. I would wait for a few minutes to see if Audrey dared to follow me in. It was so crowded no one would notice our absence, but I didn't know if she wanted me as desperately as I wanted her. I no longer cared if I became a lesbian or not; maybe Cranston was right, maybe I was bisexual and there was nothing wrong with that. I eased my guilt away as I tentatively placed my hand up my dress. I wasn't wearing any panties and my curly pubic hairs-were moist from the heat and from my increasing desire. My cunt lips were already beginning to swell with passion as I felt them, they were hot and sticky wet. I pushed a finger into my receptive vagina and slid it around, my mouth watering to taste Audrey's delicious juices. God, I had to have her-there was something about that woman that just drove me crazy for her. I felt the same way as I had last time, only more desperate for her. I put my finger in my mouth and sucked on it, savoring the tanginess and dying to eat her.
"Camille, are you in there?" I heard Audrey at the door of the bathroom! I rushed to the door and opened it to let her in, locking it behind her. Then I placed my wet finger in her mouth and she sucked gently on it, her eyes wandering over my body. I felt the electricity between us as she took my finger and placed it on her breast. My hand spread to cover her full breast, moving, across to the other breasts and getting wild with excitement as I felt her heart pounding underneath the cloth.
"We won't have much time, but we can try," she breathed into my ear, her hands stroking my neck and her mouth licking the outline of my ear. I was going limp and I pulled us both down onto the floor, but she resisted and turned to the bathtub.
"Let's get in here, it'll be better," she said to me, her hands tugging at my dress. I lifted my arms and let her pull it off to reveal my black underwear to her.
"Oh, holy shit! You're magnificent, simply exquisite ... she panted as she stared at my protruding nipples from the black bra, her eyes falling to look at the garter belt that was holding the black stockings up. I stood still and let her feast on my body. I loved the feeling of power I had as she literally fell on her feet and began to lick my thighs from the inside with her sinewy tongue.
"No Audrey, it's your turn, let me undress you," I told her and pulled her up. I pulled the shirt off and marveled at her breasts, the twin pears falling beautifully, the two coral nipples erect and standing out vividly. I unzipped her jeans and tugged them down. She, too, was wearing no underwear and I gasped with surprise as I saw that she had shaven off all of her pubic hairs; her skin was like a child's, the cunt lips barely visible from where I was standing. She giggled like an adolescent as she finished removing the jeans and then her shoes.
"You like mama's new pussy?" she purred, spreading her legs across the tub and giving me a lovely view of her pussy as she sat down in the tub.
"Oh, yes, yes," I cried, and hurried down to place my mouth between her legs. She held herself up for me reach her easily and I ran my tongue all over her smooth skin, sucking at the cunt lips as I reached them. I couldn't believe that she was so soft and free of any hair at all-how marvelous she was, how divine! My entire mouth sucked her pussy, pulling the juices out from their nest and tenderly biting her hard clitoris. I found myself dripping wet as I eagerly pushed my tongue into her vagina, swallowing the juices with a mad passion as my hands pulled her apart, farther and deeper. She was moaning quietly, twisting her body to and fro as I sucked and sucked on her pussy, my head buried between her legs, my nose and cheeks wet against her warmness and sweetness.
"Oh, Camille, let me reach you, I'll die if I can't touch you, lean back, please," Audrey was saying to me, but I wouldn't let her go I couldn't release her from my clinging mouth. I desired her entire pussy to be eaten up in my mouth. Audrey was straining to reach my breasts, pulling at my hair to let her reach me. At last, my mouth slackened and my orgasm rose into my mouth, emerging as a loud scream that pierced the room and brought an echo.
"Shhh, they'll hear you over the music," Audrey warned me, as she took advantage of my weakened state to take my nipples into her mouth, pulling the flesh of my breasts together so that they both would reach her wide mouth. I gave in to her and collapsed against the bathtub, weak from my orgasm and shaking violently as she sucked hard on my nipples.
"Audrey, don't leave me, please don't leave me!"
"Oh, baby I won't, I couldn't," she cried and took my mouth in her mouth, our tongues a massive force against each other as we both sought to envelope the other. I ran my tongue across her lips, pulling the flesh of the lip into my mouth to suck, maul and bite, all at once, my arms pulling her body into mine. I felt her breasts as they crushed into mine and I shivered again, harder, weak in her arms and my tongue still moving rapidly in her mouth. Her own tongue was clawing in my mouth, sucking my very life into hers as we bore into each other.
I couldn't bear the thought of being without her. As if somehow I could communicate this to her without words, I stroked her savagely, pulling her deeper and deeper into my mouth until I thought I would suffocate.
"Who's in there? I've got to use the john!"
We both stopped and looked at the door, we couldn't leave now. Audrey got up from my hot and sweating body and went to the door. To my complete horror she unlocked it and pulled a towel around her chest. I couldn't see who was there, for she only opened the door a crack and I heard her.
"Please, go next door, or someplace," she whispered weakly, "I'm having a bit of an upset stomach, too much to drink, I think and I need to be in here. You do understand, don't you?"
I heard someone reply of course, they were sorry and then leave. I giggled at her performance and she put a finger on her lips to silence me.
"We must be quiet, this will give us a little more time."
I nodded, happy not to have to end this. She came back to me and surprised me by turning the water on in the bathtub. I watched in amazement as she put the stopper in and then climbed in. Her eyes were twinkling and dark as she reached for me, holding me in her arms. The warm water felt good as it was rising against our hot bodies, it was almost to my knees and I loved the sensation ... I had to have more of her, not just for tonight and now, but always.
I turned around to face her in the tub, sitting like an Indian. She lifted my knees and held my legs up against the back of the tub. Then she moved her fingers to my pussy. I felt her finger enter and I leaned back to let her do anything to me-I was enraptured with her, completely under her spell. She was spreading my aching cunt lips and putting in three or four of her fingers, I couldn't tell. All I knew was that it felt wonderfully good, sending me to another climax as her fingers worked their way around my tight vagina, loosening as she moved her hand inside of me.
"Damn, damn, don't ever stop, please, I'm begging you Audrey, I can't live without this...."
She didn't say anything, but only shoved her hand further inside of me, causing me to burst with passionate shakes as her mouth came to my swollen nipple and she sucked hard on it, pulling it out and deeper into her mouth. The water had reached her head and I reached back to turn it off, it was rocking wildly as we moved faster in the water. I ran my hands over her shoulders, trying to reach down to her ass, but I couldn't in this position. I dug my nails into her back as she bit my nipple hard, my orgasm was rising and I knew she was coming, too, as she retched back from me, her hand moving feverishly inside of me and her mouth open and panting. I reached for her face and put my hand inside of her pussy, the water splashing out from the tub as we rocked back and forth, back and forth. Our tongues ran all over each other's faces and for a moment her hand left my cunt as she undid my bra, I had forgotten all about it! She threw the wet bra on the floor and cupped my breasts in her hands, pulling them around in large circles, my hand clawing her pussy, edging its way into her cavity.
I came with a loud moan and she, too, fell back and began to pant loudly. I looked down at my wet garter belt and stockings, no matter I thought, as I treasured the moment. Audrey's hair was partially wet and she looked lovely, sprawled before me, her body all shiny under the water. I reached to pull the stopper from the tub and then to turn on the shower. We both stood up and let the warm rush over us as we held each other, afraid to speak for fear it might ruin this union between us. Audrey reached behind her for the soap and began to bathe my body, after first pulling off the wet undergarments still clinging to my body. I didn't even care if they were ruined, all I wanted was Audrey. With tender care, she ran her soapy hands all over my body, massaging as she did so. I took the bar of soap and lathered my hands carefully, then began to rub Audrey's lovely breasts with much gentleness. I let my hands slide down her curvy side to caress her hips before turning her around to bathe her back, its gentle slope to her buttocks sent me into a wave of passion.
"I love you, Audrey," I whispered into her ear, my voice shaking as I made my declaration. I felt nothing but love and a craving desire for her as I ran my fingers down her ass crack, pulling the fleshy cheeks apart carefully. I eased a soapy finger into her anus and moved it around ever so gently. She was bracing herself against the shower wall as her body began to tremble under my touch. Her tight little anus was exciting to me as I fucked her with my finger, weaving in and in at a speed that was driving her crazy! I listened to her loud, long moan as I watched her body begin to wilt to the floor of the tub, her orgasm complete.
"Camille, turn the water off dear, we've had enough, I think," she told me weakly, her face a bright blooming red from the energy expended.
I obeyed her and sat down to look at her, my mouth watering still from the mere sight of her nude body before me. Her splendid long legs were bent in front of her breasts and I reached over to rub my hands on her wet legs.
"Audrey, let's not wait until Greg has another party to see each other again. I couldn't stand it."
"Oh, my little darling ... come put your head in my lap," she murmured affectionately and put her legs down to enable me to come closer. I rested my head on her cushiony breasts and toyed with one nipple, using my tongue as if it were a snake. I wasn't too comfortable on the bathtub floor and wanted to be in bed with her, all soft and warm, her arms cradled around me. I wanted to sleep with her, desperately.
"Could we spend the night together some place?"
"As much as I would love to, I'm afraid that would be impossible. The only way Meredith agrees to my little 'outside visits' is if I return home at night."
"Does she own you or something?"
"Of course not, dear. It's just that, well, we have an understanding-and I do care for her. I doubt if I could five without her."
"Oh." I felt rejected, as if Audrey was just using me for a little fun, and then turning me away. It wasn't fair! I sat back from her and began to dry myself with a towel. She merely sat there, not even staring at me. I bundled my under things Up and put them in my purse, slipping the dress on hurriedly. My hair was still very damp, but I didn't care at all. I ran a comb through it and left the bathroom. I didn't want to give myself time to think-I only wanted to get away from her.
There were only a few people left in the room, most of them looked bombed out of their mind. No one paid me any attention as I walked through the room and out the door. I found my bench and sat down, shaking from the cool air and utterly miserable. I loved her, why was it happening this way? Didn't she care at all about me? I opened my purse and pulled out a soggy pack of cigarettes that I had taken from Cranston, only to discover at the point of tears that the matches were too wet to use.
"Camille, you cannot run out on me like that. I will hot tolerate such immature behavior-especially if we are to mean anything to each other."
I looked up at Audrey, her words commanding me to do so. She wore a look that I remembered in my mother-one that dared me not to obey. I didn't say anything to her, but got up to go back inside for some matches.
Audrey grabbed my arm roughly and demanded of me, "Where do you think you're going? I'm talking to you!"
"For some matches. Mine are wet," I managed to get out weakly and my voice was trembling. She really frightened me-her eyes glaring into mine.
"I have some, sit down and I'll light your cigarette. I wasn't aware that you smoked."
She handed me a match, then snatched it back and struck it on her case. Her hands were shaking as she held the match to my cigarette. I inhaled in one long drag and let the smoke calmly flow from the pursed Lips. I glanced at her, but she was staring at the ground, her hands folded in her lap. Her heavy eye make-up had lost some of the brilliance and was running down her face in black streaks, I couldn't tell if it were from tears or the aftermath of our shower. It made me feel sorry for her, she obviously had problems with Meredith and now, I was being a real bitch to her.
"Audrey, I'm sorry. I just want you so much that I hate to think of you with her. Can't you understand that? Would you care if I were living with someone else?"
"But you aren't living with someone else. I'm not asking for much, Camille, just your understanding of my situation. I do care about you, and maybe, in time, we can do something permanent about it. How do I know if you really mean what you tell me? What do you know about love?" She spat the last words out at me, and I cursed her under my breath. How dare her!
"Of course I know about love, I think I love you, what more can I say? I want to be with you more than this."
"We will work out something. Once school starts again I will be able to get away more easily. You can be patient until then."
Her words were not a question, but a command. It didn't occur to me at that time to question them, her presence had put me completely in her power. I would do anything for her, if she asked.
"Let's go say good-bye and I'll drive you home."
I followed her into the apartment, saddened at the prospect of the lonely house. The last person I wanted to see was Cranston. Our good-byes were short and Greg promised to call me later in the week. He gave me a sloppy lass on the mouth as he hugged me and I returned the kiss as best I could. I wasn't interested in Greg.
We both got into her car quickly and she rammed the accelerator to the floor as we drove away. I wanted to touch her-to be closer, but I was afraid to make the first move. The spell of earlier in the evening had been broken and I couldn't figure out how or why it had all-ended. My body still craved more of her kisses, her touches, but I sat rigid on the seat
"Camille, move a little closer to me-I won't bite."
"I wish you would." I edged closer to her and let her put her hand on my thigh. She pinched me gently, with a low throaty laugh. I looked at her profile and laughed back. She was perfect! How could I be mad at her?
"Audrey, must you take me straight home? Couldn't we go somewhere else first-and not your house?"
"Well, maybe we could have a drink. I know a little quiet place not too far from here."
A little quiet place wasn't what I had in mind, but I kept quiet, happy not to have to go home so soon. I started to rub her breast with my hand as she drove, pulling her nipple with my fingers until she shuddered and began to probe my inner thigh, pulling my dress up around my legs. I hoped that this drive could last a long, long time.