Chapter 4

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?

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."

"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.

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.