Page 5 of The Final Say
It was a good thing that we didn’t have a preference. I think in a big way we enjoyed each other’s company but there was still storm waters under the bridge to deal with. It meant we were going to have to have a frank discussion about the past.
I wasn’t really sure I was ready for that, but he seemed anxious to pull off that Band-Aid quickly. He was sitting in front of the fire with his legs curled in a Lotus position. It reminded me of how flexible he could be. That notion percolated a sexual scenario in my head where we would succumb to each other’s hungry desires on the bearskin rug in front of the fire.
“I really don’t want to look at you when I tell you this. When I was younger, I picked on those that were considered smaller in my opinion. Unfortunately, I put you into that category,” Cameron spoke into the fire with his hand outstretched, warming his fingers from the heat of the flames mere footsteps away. “I secretly harbored a crush for you that I wasn’t able to admit. It might sound like I’m telling you something that isn’t true but I can hope you see the truth in my eyes. It didn’t make me feel very good when I found out you were keeping something from me. Overhearing a conversation between you and Bethany opened my eyes. It was rather humiliating, and I almost packed up my things and left but I couldn’t do that to you,”
I touched his shoulder while unbuttoning my blouse behind his back “I’m glad you said something. You certainly didn’t act like that in high school. It must’ve been difficult for you to hide those feelings from those you were close to. I wish that I could sympathize,” I insisted while my blouse slowly releaseding me f the captivity of the soaking garment until it was at my feet. “But you had everything on a silver platter including adoring fans. We went to different high schools.”
“That doesn’t make any sense. We both went to the same high school,” He said.
“Think about it. You went to a high school where you were popular and had everybody eating out of the palm of your hand. I went to one where I was invisible—barely recognized—unless it was to make fun of the way that I dressed. It hurt me deeply when you ridiculed my photos. That was my refuge from the mundane existence of living in the shadow of everybody else in high school.” I reached back and slowly pulled down the zipper on my skirt.
My hard-packed cheeks defied gravity.
He took a deep breath with his face a mask of understanding. “I think I know what you’re trying to say. It’s nobody’s fault what cards we were dealt. I saw through the meek and mild exterior to the woman underneath. I only wish that I had been mature enough to say what was on my mind without letting my posse dictate my actions. That’s no excuse-- merely an explanation for my behavior.” He spoke with the surprising aplomb of self-examination.
I swallowed hard before continuing.” I wish that you could have walked a mile in my shoes to see what it felt like. I’m not going to get the chance for the revenge I have envisioned in my head for years. Sleeping with you and sending you away were going to be my final say in this matter. I crumbled when I looked into your eyes and realized that spark of infatuation had never extinguished,” I said emphatically with the skirt falling to join my blouse at my feet.
The purple ensemble of a mesh and lace-trimmed bra was nothing compared to the flimsy material of my panties. They made me feel pretty and sexy underneath my clothing, where it mattered.
I curled my hands around him when I got on my knees behind him. I could feel his muscular torso flinch at the intimate contact. He never tried to stop me from unbuttoning his shirt exposing his chest to the glow of the embers in the fire he had made.
“I never got over you. It’s probably the reason why none of my relationships worked out. They just couldn’t measure up to my lofty ideal of the perfect woman. These are not lying words. Many nights were spent thinking about you. You can imagine what I did with those feelings in my bedroom where I could express myself with more than words,” Cameron snickered obviously alluding to taking matters into his own hands.
“I wonder if we might’ve been doing the same thing at the same time only miles away from one another. I guess we will never know. Hope I’m not distracting you,” I needled, with my fingertips briefly grazing the sensitive region of his nipples.
“You have no idea what you do to me every time you touch me like this. I become putty in your hands. There is no other way to describe it. I have no strength to resist you. We can’t do this unless we can get past what I did to you in high school. It wouldn’t be right to mask the pain by doing something we might regret in the morning. I never want to hurt you, but I should answer for what I did to you.” He was offering his head on a platter.
“What do you suggest? I would spank you, but I think you would like that too much,” I teased without him knowing that I was completely naked with my nipples pressing into his back.
The flimsy material had been discarded for flesh-to-flesh contact.
“I know I shattered your trust in me, but I hope to rebuild from the ground up. I will be forever making this up to you. Give me a chance, and I won’t make the same mistake twice.” Cameron delivered his speech without a trace of insincerity.
It all sounded too good to be true, yet the possibility of him being genuine certainly lent some credibility to his speech. I was going to have to take the plunge, recognizing the risk, but being with him was more important than trying to read between the lines.
A deep breath gave me that stolen moment of resistance before standing in front of him with his eyes level with my crotch already dripping with excitement. It was totally worth it to see his reaction with his eyes bulging. It reminded me of a cartoon character.
Chapter Four
Cameron
I had to take a moment to record this image in my head.
Julie was wearing a pair of panties that left little to the imagination. I poked and prodded, my fingers snaking into strategic holes in the fabric to touch her blistering-hot skin.
“Tell me again how you found this place. This is a little piece of heaven,” I urged with my fingers starting at her ankles finding the smooth highway to the inside of her thighs.
Moving a little closer revealed the scent of her womanly aphrodisiac. It was highly suggestive and forced me to a degree of wanton desire that I had never encountered. It was easy to hook my thumbs on the edges of the elastic waist, slowly peeling them from her body an inch at a time until her bald mound was in my face.
The glistening dew of her excitement drew me in with promises of more to come. It was fun to expose her naked body with those juices streaming down her legs.
Pressing my tongue to the droplet and following the trail was making her legs shake with intense anticipation.
“You make it hard for me to think when you’re doing that,” Julie gasped, placing her hands on my head to keep her balance. “I had a brief and meaningful correspondence with the owner of this place for several months. It was quite obvious he was trying to impress me to get into my pants. We didn’t even exchange photographs until he was exciting my brain with pictures of this oasis in the middle of nowhere.”
“Mmm. Sounds like some hot correspondence,” I said, but without missing a beat, I said, “I know what I have always wanted. It’s been you this whole time. There’s no escaping it. The moment I saw you, something inside of me was rekindled. There was something about you I recognized but not on a tangible level. It surprised me to have those feelings instantly, but I understand now where it was coming from.” My tongue touched the silky sweet juices clinging to her lips, running in a straight line until I was fluttering the tip against her clit.
It was more than a little pronounced, sticking straight up, looking for the attention it deserved. Pursuing her pleasure was blowing my mind. My impressive rod wasn’t subtly pounding a rhythm against my zipper. A certain part of my anatomy was desperate to reacquaint itself with every one of her holes.