Chapter 2

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.

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."