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During August of 1996, the only thing most Atlanta residents thought about was the Olympics. I didn't have that luxury. For me, almost every waking moment was spent with Cameron, my former best friend, and current lover. When I wasn't with her, I constantly thought of ways to get away from her, while leaving our friendship in tact.
By the time the closing ceremonies had rolled around, it had been almost two months since that fateful night when I had stripped her down for the first time, and made love to her on her parents couch. As amazing as the sex between us had been, for the most part, I regretted the change in our relationship.
That's what was going through my head, as the two of us pulled up into her driveway late in the afternoon. I was happy to see that her parents were not home. Despite my mind numbing fear of being in a relationship, I really enjoyed our sex life. I was very proud of the fact that I had taken a nineteen year old virgin, and made her into a nymphomaniac. Since our first night together we fucked almost daily, and it wasn't uncommon to have sex two or three times in a day. Her mind was adventurous and imaginative, and both of our bodies were more than willing. We had nearly been caught by her parents, or mine, on countless occasions, and we'd put our selves at risk more than once in a public place.
"Looks like your parents aren't here," I said, as I reached over and put a hand on her knees. I slid the ends of my fingers up the leg of her loose soccer shorts, touching the edge of her cotton panties.
"Yeah, they went out to dinner and a movie," she responded. Gently, I began to rub her vagina through her panties. "You're disgusting," she said, giggling. "Look at me, I'm a mess!" She was right. I had spent the afternoon watching her play in a soccer game for a summer recreational league. Her bleach blonde hair was pulled back in a pony tail, and looked very limp, and her body was coated in sweat and dirt. "Besides," she continued, "We don't have much time to get ready for the party."
"I'm ready now," I responded. "And how long can it take you?"
"It takes time for a lady to reach perfection," she answered, gracing me with a playful kiss on the cheek. I was a bit upset that it wasn't something more.
"You are always perfection," I replied with my best smile.
"Thank you, and nice try," she answered. "But you still have to wait," she said, giving my cock a light squeeze through my pants. She jumped out of the car and headed for the door to her house. Reluctantly, I followed.
Personally, I would have been just as happy to miss the party and spend the rest of the evening between her sheets, but that was pretty unlikely. First, her parents would be home at some time, and that would not please them at all. Second, we had both actually been looking forward to the party for some time. It was being thrown by a guy named Reggie Jones who we had went to high school with. His parents were extremely wealthy, and he had a large house with a swimming pool. Reggie's parents had rented a suite with some friends downtown so they could attend the closing ceremonies for the Olympics, and then stay out all night partying. The party was certain to be a big high school reunion, and it would be nice to see old friends.
We walked in to Cameron's room and I sat on the bed, watching her gather her stuff to take a shower. "Do you think your parent's will mind if I use their restroom?" I asked. "I just want to comb my hair and wash my face while you get ready."
"They probably wouldn't say anything to you," she answered, "But I'm sure my mom would bitch at me about it. Just use mine while I'm taking a shower." She pulled off her jersey, revealing a tight navy blue sports bra. "Just promise me you will not try to get in the shower with me. We really are in a hurry."
I sat ogling her body for a second before responding. "I don't think I can make that promise."
"Seriously, you have to," she said, a bit frustrated with me. I was still staring at the body I had seen and touched a hundred times that summer. Her breasts had such a perfect shape, even in the sports bra, and her stomach was so taught and flat. Against my better judgment, I promised not to interrupt her bathing.
I followed her to the bathroom, and watched her step into the shower, and slide the door closed. The glass was glazed, but I could still see every detail of her magnificent body, as she first removed her shorts, and then her panties. Finally, she took off the bra, and cast all the items out onto the floor before turning on the water. I tried to go about my own business, but as steam started to fill the room, it was impossible to concentrate.
I turned and sat on the counter top, and began to stare at the shower. Cameron was leaning forward under the stream of water, letting it soak her stringy hair. As she stood back up, and began to work the shampoo in, I was afforded a great view of her profile. For some reason, just being able to see her outline, and not the details, was incredibly erotic. I could see her long hair, cascading to her shoulders, and her cute little nose. Her breasts were nicely shaped, and they jostled about as she continued to massage her head. Most impressive was her ass. Her back arched in nicely from her shoulders downward, but her tight little ass stuck out perfectly. It was high and round, and at that moment, I lusted for it.
I could feel my dick getting stiff in my tight jeans, as fantasies began to play in my mind. I pictured myself silently opening the door to the shower, and slipping in behind her, both of us totally nude. Quickly, I grasped her body, and lay my stiff cock tightly in the crack of her ass. At first, she would protest that I was interrupting her shower, but seconds later I would have her hands against the wall as I entered her vagina from behind, and began to fuck her standing up, letting the hot water poured off our nude bodies, while her perky breasts swung in rhythm with the fucking.
Sitting on the counter, I realized I had become rock hard, and I was sweating a little bit. I knew that if I didn't get out of there soon, I was going to break my promise to my girlfriend. Cameron and I had got along great all summer, without a single major argument, and I didn't want to have our first one tonight. Despite every instinct in my body (and especially my swollen cock), I walked out of the bathroom, and sat on her bed.
As I sat there, I could hear the water running, and see the steam drifting from the bathroom. The fantasy began to play in my head once again, and I closed my eyes and let it play. Without thinking about it, I leaned back on the bed, and began to softly stroke my stiff penis through my pants. Over and over in my mind I saw the two of us standing nude in that shower, as I briskly pounded away inside her vagina. I was so lost in my reverie; I didn't even hear the water stop.
"Are you still awake in there," I heard her shout.
I quickly jumped up and opened my eyes. From my seat on the bed, I could see just inside the bathroom, as far as the counter. Cameron was not in that area, and I was relieved that she hadn't see me masturbating on her bed. I quickly answered that I was awake. My dick was still harder than ever, and I could feel a bit of pre-cum on my underwear. Without looking out, Cameron walked over to the mirror, and began to mess with her hair and makeup. The sight of her drove me out of my mind.
Cameron stood in front of the mirror, wearing a flimsy silk dressing gown. It was knee length, white, and trimmed with lace around the openings. It was barely held closed by a silk belt, not even knotted. The material was so thin that I could see the outline of her white panties beneath it. She wasn't wearing a bra, and the soft material showed the outline of her breasts perfectly. I could even see her hard nipples poking through it. "You're fucking torturing me..." I muttered under my breathe.
Cameron stuck her head out the bathroom door momentarily and called out to me. "Did you say something?"
"Nothing," I responded. "Just that I'm going to the living room to watch TV while you get ready." I started to leave the room, and as I walked down the hall, I couldn't shake the images of her out of my mind. In addition to my shower fantasy, I saw myself sliding her robe up, and bending her over the counter to fuck. My hand found my stiff cock once more, and I stood in the hallway stroking it. I unzipped my pants and pulled it out, marveling at how hard it had become. I leaned against the wall and began to jerk off fiercely when a new though popped into my head.
I turned and started heading back to Cameron's room. The logic made sense as I ran it over in my mind, my cock still hanging out of my pants. I had not promised not to disturb her, just not to interrupt her shower. Her shower was over.
Standing outside her bedroom door, I quickly removed my shirt, pants, and finally my underwear. As silently as possible, I moved to the bathroom door. Cameron was leaned over the sink, applying lipstick. She had already dried her hair, and it was pushed back in a headband. As she leaned over, her robe hung open, and looking in the mirror I had a clear shot of her left breast. Her right breast still strained against the soft fabric of the robe, and I could see her nipple was still hard. As she leaned a bit farther, her ass stuck out perfectly. Silently, I stepped in behind her, and wrapped an arm around her waist.
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