Chapter 5

As soon as I heard the door open, I felt like I'd been hit by a bolt of lightning. I looked at the clock. It read 11:45. Cameron was supposed to meet me at 11:30. How could I have been so fucking stupid?

I turned around to confirm my what I already knew. Cameron was closing the door behind her. I noticed once again how good she looked, and my mind was ravished with guilt. Cameron walked around the couch to greet me.

"Sorry I'm late," she said apologetically. She glanced down and saw my semi-erect penis protruding from my pants. "Wow! I guess you got started without me?"

I didn't know what to say. Cameron didn't wait for an answer. She began pushing her slinky skirt up, and straddled me. "I can't believe you took these" she said while patting the pocket that held her panties. "I have been so wet all night. Every little breeze seemed to go right up my skirt and tickly my pussy."

The skirt was pushed all the way up around her waist, and her bare vagina was exposed. She started rubbing it against my cock. Despite the peril I was in, my penis responded. It apparently had a mind of its own. "Your awful quiet," Cameron said. "I hope you aren't angry at me. "I promise to make it up to you." She pulled untucked her pink blouse from her skirt, and started unbuttoning. Her bra was lacy purple, and matched the panties I had taken from her in the car. It clasped in the front, and she opened, revealing her perfect orbs. She smiled at me wickedly, then grasped my head and put it between her breasts, shaking them back and forth like some stripper in a seedy nightclub. My cock was not rock hard, and she continued to trail her wet vagina over it.

That's when everything fell apart. The bathroom door swung open, and Karen steeped out. Her pinstriped blouse was still open, and her large breasts were nearly busting out of her lacy black bra. "Damn," she said. "You got your cum all over... " she stopped mid-sentence as she looked up and saw Cameron. "Oh shit," she muttered.

Cameron stared at Karen wide eyed, and then looked back to me. She must have felt foolish, sitting there with her tits out and her crotch exposed as the put the pieces together. "You fucking bastard," she said looking at me. She jumped up and fumbled with her bra. She buttoned her blouse haphazardly, misaligning the buttons in the process.

"Cammie, wait!" I said.

"Don't you fucking come near me," she screamed. Tears were running down her pretty face. "You fucking shit. You fucking shitty shit." She stormed out the door.

I stopped long enough to put away my piece and zip up, then I followed her. She was moving quickly. She had already made it to the side of the house, and she was going towards her car. Amazingly, no one at the party had even noticed. I rushed to catch her. I grabbed her arm just as she opened the car door. "Cammie wait. I can explain" I said.

She wheeled around quickly and slapped me with her free hand. "Fuck you," she said. Then she screamed it. "Fuck you! How can you do this to me? Why the fuck did you do this?" She pushed me away with surprising strength and got in the car. She shot me a menacing look before pulling out of the driveway and speeding off.

I sat down in the grass, stunned. I replayed the events in my head, and wondered how I could have been so foolish. It wasn't the first time I had cheated on someone, but I still didn't understand why I did it. I was there for about ten minutes when Karen walked up. Her blouse was buttoned now, and tucked back into her leather skirt. She looked worried.

"How did it go?" she asked.

"Take a guess," I responded.

"I'm sorry. Is there anything I can do?" she asked.

"Can you give me a ride home?" She told me she could. Her car was parked on the street, and we walked over to it. She had opted not to tell her date she was leaving.

We got in the passenger seat and I covered my face with my hands "I can't fucking believe this," I muttered.

Karen put a hand on my shoulder. "What's wrong?" she asked softly.

I looked at her like the was a dumbass. "Are you fucking kidding me Karen?" I asked angrily. "Did you somehow forget what just happened?"

"No," she answered calmly. "I didn't forget anything. You got caught cheating on your date? So what! How many times has that happened to you now? A few right?" She paused, but I didn't answer. "Plus, there are all the times you've fucked around and haven't been caught. Why is this a big deal? This is what you do. It's always been what you do. I'm sure my date will find out and be pissed, but I don't care. Sleeping around is what I do. Nobody's going to make me feel bad about it." She paused again to catch her breath. "Besides," she said softly. "It was just Cammie. You two have been friends for years. It's not like it was a real date. It's not like that little blonde trophy date last year at the prom that you ditched so we could have sex."

"You don't understand, Karen," I said quietly.

"Holy shit," she said softly. "You really cared about her didn't you? I thought the two of you were just together out of convenience, like Billy and I."

"No," I said, trying to preserver my 'bad boy' reputation. "I didn't care about her." Karen didn't say anything, she just gazed at me intently. "Well, maybe I did," I said. "I don't fucking know anymore."

Karen leaned over and hugged me softly. "It's okay," she whispered. I was suddenly overwhelmed with depression, and I placed my head on her shoulder. Her blouse was cool and silky, and her long dark hair smelled like apple blossoms. She held me close with her arms, and even though I knew it was wrong, it felt very right. I moved my lips to her throat and kissed it softly. Karen started rubbing my back and I kissed her neck again. She pushed on my shoulders, causing me to sit up, and our eyes locked together. As I gazed into those big brown pools, I wondered again how someone could look so innocent, yet be so naughty. Her full red lips seemed to be calling me. I leaned in and tasted them. They parted softly, and our tongues met. Instantly, I was hungry for her. I was still overwhelmed with guilt, and I desperately wanted to be accepted by someone.

I wrapped my arms around Karen's slender body, pulling her to me, crushing her large breasts against my chest. We were hot for each other as we kissed hungrily. "Karen, let's finish what we started," I said. "If I'm going to cheat on my girlfriend, I might as well not do a half-assed job. I want to fuck you."

"Sure," she said. "Let's get out of here."

I grabbed Karen and pulled her into my lap. "No. I want you right here. Right now."

"But there are people everywhere," she protested.

I slipped my hand beneath her leather skirt and rubbed against her pussy. "Right here. Right now," I repeated. She pushed her skirt up so she could straddle me, showing off a pair of tiny black panties. I went for the shirt and started to unbutton it. The windows were starting to fog up, so I didn't notice we had drawn a crowd.

Suddenly, the driver's side door swung open. "Who the fuck is in my girlfriend's car?" a familiar voice boomed. I recognized the stocky, jock torso even before Billy Bell stuck his head into the car. He gazed directly at me. "What in the hell are you doing?" He looked up and saw Karen. "What the hell are you doing with him?" he shouted. "Get out of the car. I'm going to kick your ass."

Billy and I despised each other, and had argued on many occasions, but a physical altercation had never broken out. I had never been much of a fighter, but at that moment, I wanted nothing more than to take all my frustrations out on Billy's skull. I pushed Karen aside and opened the passenger door to the car. "You don't want to fuck with me, Dipshit," I said. "I'll fucking ruin you."

I could hear Karen calling in the background, telling me he wasn't worth it. Pleading with me to get back in the car. Billy was a large, muscle-bound guy who had been a wrestling star in high school. I wasn't sure if Karen just didn't want up to fight, or she was scared that I would get my ass kicked. I looked at him over the roof of Karen's little Jetta. "I will fucking ruin you," I repeated.

That seemed to push him over the edge. I noticed quite a crowd had gathered as Billy raced around the hood of the car. He looked like a charging bull as he set his sights on me. I stepped a way from the car as he approached rapidly. At the last second I side stepped. I stuck out my leg as he passed, tripping him. He fell down hard, and I wheeled around and kicked him in the stomach. "You want some of me, bitch," I shouted.