Chapter 7

My relationship with Haley remained pretty much the same through out the holiday season. We never really talked on the phone like people who are dating, but we went out occasionally, and had sex as often as possible. On New Year's Eve, we went to a small party thrown by some of my friends from college, but we missed the actual count down because we were busy in the back of my car.

On my last night home, I wanted to do something nice for Haley. I knew she was nervous about my impending date with Cameron. Maybe more nervous than I was. We went out to a nice restaurant and to a movie. Afterwards, we parked the car behind my favorite old barn.

We climbed into the back seat together. Haley looked somewhat eloquent in a simple white sweater and gray pleated skirt. It was a chilly night, and I wrapped a blanket around her as she straddled me. Haley softly kissed my several times along the line of my jaw.

"You know," she said quietly. "What ever happens tomorrow with you and Cameron, I want you to know you've made me very happy." She kissed my firmly on the lips. "I know I say this all the time, but us being together has been like a dream come true for me. When this all started, it was just a silly school girl fantasy for me. I didn't really know much about you. I just had my little musings and guesses at what you were like. But I found out quickly, that you are a really good person, and I really like you."

She paused again to kiss me several times. Our bodies rubbed together under the thick quilt. Not for the first time, I was amazed at what a deep, thoughtful person Haley was. "I just want you to know," she said, "that I want you to be happy. If it takes Cameron to do that, then you should do you best to win her back. Please remember though, if that doesn't work out, I'll still be here." A single tear ran down her cheek and I kissed it away.

Haley reached under the blanket and opened my fly. She sprang my cock from it's confined quarters. Then she reached beneath her skirt and shimmied out of her white cotton panties. It was way too cold in the back of the car to remove any more clothing. She placed my cock at her entrance and sat down on it. I slipped into her easily. The two of us embraced as we rocked slowly back and forth. My erection slid in and out of her vagina. We were both quiet and restrained as we had sex in the dark. It was very different than our normal routine, yet very intense. Our bodies swayed softly in rhythm and Haley climaxed twice before I lost control. I ejaculated in her pussy for what seemed like the hundredth time in just over 50 days. We couldn't have actually had that much sex, but it felt like it. I held Haley for a long time that night before taking her home. I wanted to tell her that everything would be all right, but I really didn't know what would happen between Cameron and I, and I couldn't make any promises. I still had strong feelings for my ex-girlfriend and former best friend.

The next day I said my goodbyes to my family and returned to school. My roommates were still away for the break, so I sat alone in my apartment waiting for Cameron to arrive. It was early afternoon when she showed up.

I was sitting in the living room watching TV when I heard a knock on the door. I opened it to find Cameron looking great. She had on a pair of khaki cargo pants, and a gold silk blouse. She was wearing lipstick, and her hair was swept up in a bun. There was something different about her that I couldn't put my finger on right away. Finally, I got it.

"Did you change your hair color?" I asked after greeting her.

"Yes, she said. I did in early December." Cameron's hair was naturally brown, but since we'd started high school she had been dying it a very pale blonde, almost white, and always leaving the roots exposed. She hadn't gone back to her natural color, but now her hair was a more natural looking shade of blonde. It was darker, and sexier.

"How come I didn't notice at the grocery store?" I wondered aloud.

"I was wearing a hat," she said. I thought back and remembered that all her hair had been stuffed under a ball cap.

"Well, I like it," I said.

"I do to," she responded. "I thought it was time for something a little more grown up looking. It was time for a change."

"Good for you," I responded. "So, just let me get some shoes on and we can go." Cameron closed the door behind her and followed me to my bedroom. She looked around as I searched for my shoes. The closet door was open, and she noticed several of Haley's dresses mixed in with my clothes. There was also a laundry basket on the floor, filled mostly with panties and other women's undergarments.

"It looks like Haley spends a lot of time here," she said. "Things must be getting pretty serious."

"It's not serious," I said. "We're just having fun together.''

"Oh, that's right," Cameron said. "Nothing's ever serious with you. You're always just having fun."

I looked up at her. "She knows you are here. I've told her everything about you and our past relationship. I haven't lied to her. I never lied to you either."

"That's right," she snapped. "You never lied to me. All you did was mislead me, and then go fuck that slut Karen Webb when you were supposed to be meeting me." I could tell she was getting angry. This conversation wasn't what I had wanted, but now that we'd started it, I planned to continue.

"Did I really mislead you Cameron?" I demanded. "How long have we known each other? All our lives, right?" She nodded. "Since the time we started high school, we were best friends. I told you every little detail about my life. Everything I did, good or bad. The things I was proud of, the things that embarrassed me. You knew my history. You knew I had fucked around on almost every girl that I was ever with. I didn't mislead you. You should have known what to expect."

"I thought it would be different," she said.

"What made you think that?" I asked. "Had I ever shown any real remorse? Had I ever shown a sign of changing?" I was close to shouting now. "I fuck around. I like to have sex, and maybe there is something wrong with me, but I can't turn it down. I've never been able to, and you knew that better than anyone. How many times did I call you to confess to cheating on some girl in high school?"

"I don't know," she said angrily. Tears were now streaming from her lively green eyes. "I just thought it would be different."

"Why?" I demanded again. "Why the fuck would you think that?"

"Because it was me," she shouted. "Because it was me and I was so in love with you. I didn't think you would ever hurt me." She was crying hard now, and nearly collapsed. I put my arm around her and we sat on the edge of my bed. I was a little shell shocked. During our short romance, Cameron had never used the word love. I suppose deep down I knew she was in love with me, and I possibly felt the same way.

Her body was shuddering roughly now as she sobbed. "You hurt me so bad, ' she sobbed. "I can't believe what you fucking did to me." I didn't know what to say, so I just held her close and listened. "All through high school, and then my first year of college, I never met a guy who really interested me. When I started fooling around with those girls, I did it partly because I was curious, but also because I thought I might be gay. I didn't know. No guy had ever really interested me." She continued to cry and avoided eye contact as she talked. "Then, that night with you, everything changed. I felt so alive when we made love. I let you take my virginity. I realized then that I hadn't been interested in other guys because I was always in love with you. I just hadn't known until that night."

"When I saw that little slut leave the bathroom, I thought I would die. I couldn't believe you would hurt my like that. I was so sick for the next two weeks. And then I went back to school as a different person. All I did was party and fuck. I wanted to know what it was like to be you. I wanted to live my life like you. I fucked three different guys in the first three months of class. You were the only guy I had ever fucked, and suddenly I was acting like a slut. I still couldn't understand what went on in your head. To me, the meaningless sex wasn't fulfilling at all."

"Then, right before Thanksgiving, Billy came along. I knew he wasn't really interested in me. I mean, he definitely wanted to fuck me, but mostly he just wanted to make you jealous. I was happy to play along. I didn't want to be like you anymore, I just wanted to hurt you. I let that asshole fuck me, just to get back at you. I was hoping you would walk in on us that night at the pool house. I was wishing for it. I wanted to see the look and your face, and then I wanted to see Billy hurt you the way you had hurt me. Then of course, you ruined it by walking out. I could tell you were hurt, but not like I wanted. And you were too mature to fight with Dipshit. But I let him fuck me anyway, just because I knew you would hate it. I was repulsed by his touch, and I still let him stick his dick in me. I still let him cum in my mouth. It was so degrading. I broke it off with him the next morning and cried the whole way back to school."