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Finding Mr. Right Ch. 01

By: PatientlyWaiting



August

I groaned as I pulled into my parents' drive way. I didn't recognize any of the cars parked along the street, meaning I could expect a somewhat raging party being hosted by my brother. I couldn't blame him, our parents were out of town and we had a killer house for a party, a pool being one of it's enticing features. But it had been a long day at my internship and the last thing I needed was any amount of drunken craziness. 

I walked through the front door and up stairs, planning to make a beeline for my room, change and get the hell out of dodge. Instead I was sidelined by my brother. 

"Just getting home?" he asked.

I was surprised to see that he was dressed and not in his swimsuit. "Yeah, you don't look like you're continuing the party. Leaving?"

"Everyone's clearing out."

"Headed on to the next location I presume?" I figured there was something bigger and better to be found.

The crooked smile across Zach's face was accompanied by one of his usual sarcastic remarks. "Obviously." With that he bounded down the stairs and out the front door.

I loved his sense of humor, totally sarcastic with a bunch of smart ass; though at times he made me completely crazy. Zach and I had always been close. We'd drifted a little now that he had a steady girlfriend and I was in college, but he would always be my best friend. 

Shaking my head at the typical Zach fashion, I looked up into the eyes of the last person I expected to see, Cam. My stomach dropped. He was one of my brother's oldest and closest friends, but it had been over a year since I'd seen him.

There was a time when Cam and I had been close, really close. I had always hung out with my brother and his friends, as they were always at the house and I had been on the shy side till about my senior year in high school. It was always just easier to chill at home with Zach and his boys. I went to all of their baseball games and kinda became apart of their crew. They loved that I had a car and a license; and I loved that they thought I was cool. 

From the beginning Cam and I had an easy witty repartee and could talk about anything. The more time we spent together, the more we talked about sex and the more we flirted. I had always been unsure if he really wanted me, if it was more then just flirting and friendship. I didn't have any experience with guys. I was quite and unsure. I didn't see me or my body as anything a guy would want. If I had been more comfortable, more sure in what he wanted, maybe I would have made a move, but probably not. The farthest I pushed myself to go was to snuggle with him on the couch during a movie or playfully touch him. I knew that between Zach and the three year age difference things would never go far, even if we both wanted them too.

Damn he looked good standing there; his dark hair had a lazy but sexy disheveled look, his tall athletic frame stood powerful and sure. His presence had no less effect on me in the passing of time; the want obviously haven't gone away.

As I thought about all this I could feel his chocolate brown eyes moving up from my black stilletos, over my legs and tight black pencil skirt, to my perky breast covered by a white collared shirt and finally to my face. His intense look roaming my body brought heat to my cheeks. Could he still want me? Did he ever want me? It was looks like that that made me think he did, but knowing I wasn't the only one he gave looks like that to made me hesitate.

I walked past and into my bedroom trying to be nonchalant, "Hey Cam, long time no see." 

Once inside I took a deep breath trying to put the minor flutter aside. I wasn't gonna let him get to me; I had shoved my feelings aside for years, I could keep doing it. 

I turned up my music in an attempt at distraction and pulled my shirt out of my skirt and over my head. I only had about ten minutes to get ready before I was meeting a bunch of high school friends for dinner. 

I loved my high school friends, I'd never managed to find such good people in college as I did high school. Danielle's brother played baseball with Zach and we quickly bonded over being older sisters to charismatic boys. I loved her crazy neuroticism; she always wanted everything perfect and yet simultaneously was a wild good time. She's my best friend and we tell each other everything. 

Mary was the boy crazy one; we teased her she was like a guy, only after the chase. She always had something new brewing up, we couldn't keep them all straight, instead of trying to keep up we'd all just nodded along and laugh. 

Jessica was a totally free spirit and wild with energy; she'd breeze in shake things up and then leave you with nothing but a smile on your face. 

Then there were the guys. I'm pretty sure Jimmy had managed to hook up with us all in one form or another. Drew had been the good clean boy until the end of senior year when he discovered beer. Johnnie had always been the life of the party, one was always guaranteed a good time with him. And Nick, well he was the hot one we all wanted. 

There had been the expected and the utterly random hook ups between us all over the years, but really we had all managed to remain good friends.

Standing in front of my mirror in bra, skirt and heals, I let my curly brown hair fall around my shoulders. As I reached for my mascara there was a knock at the door. I didn't look up, in an attempt to continue reapplying. "Come in."

"Can I talk to you?"

I nearly jumped at the sound of Cam's voice. What could he want? Cam had seen me in less than a bra and skirt before so I decided it was fine.

"Sure, as long as you don't mind me getting ready why you do. I'm already late." 

Cam sat down on my bed and watched. I ignored his stares, he had the ability to undo me and I didn't have time for that now, but mostly I didn't want to deal with the empty feeling afterward.

"I'm surprised you're still here. Didn't Zach leave?" My eyes stayed focused on the mirror, as I tried to act like I was unaffected by his presence. 

"Yeah well..." Cam trailed off. He looked nervous, something I rarely, if ever saw from him. He was always so confident and cocky, something that annoyed the hell out of me and yet only attracted me further. I'd never been like that, confident; I loved the way his energy gave me a contact high.

I walked over to my closet and pulled out jeans, black boots and a tank top. I unzipped the back of my skirt and let it fall to the floor. I headed back across the room to fix my hair when I felt a hand grab me around the waist and push me up against the wall. 

"C-cam what are you..." I didn't know how to finish, the look on his face was so intense, it sent heat through me.

"Just let me talk." Cam's eyes looked deep into mine, penetrating me to the core.

"You didn't have to..." But I didn't get to finish. Cam's lips had come crashing down on mine. I could feel a sense of urgency and longing as his tongue pushed past my lips and into my mouth to envelope me. Years of sexual frustration and pining were releast in that moment. But Cam broke the kiss before I could thoroughly process what was happening and was able to return the feeling.

"God, I've wanted to do that since I was 13. Seeing you tonight I couldn't stand it any more, I had to have you." I could see the desire flashing in Cam's eyes. He bent his head forward so his lips brushed against my ear and a chill ran down my spine, yet my skin was on fire where he held me at the waist. With a flick of his tongue he whispered, "Laura, you make me crazy."

That was it, that was all I could handle. I had to have him. I reached up and ran my fingers through his dark hair, brining his lips back to mine. This time it was me who was crazed with desire as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. Cam's hands came to rest on my hips and pulled me into him, adding to the fire and intensifying our kiss. I was dripping wet with need and by the feel of the growing bulge on my abdomen I knew Cam was equally hungry. 

No kiss had ever made me feel this way. Cam had me reeling, I was coming completely undone. Every touch was prefect, like his kiss was meant for me only. His lips and tongue were so attuned to me, like we'd done this a thousand times before. I felt that if i kissed him forever I would still want more. I began to grind myself against him, causing Cam to moan his desire into my mouth.

I pushed Cam back a few steps and down onto the bed. I finally pulled my lips away as I placed my hand on Cam's firm chest, signaling that he should lay down. He submitted and I came up to straddle him. Reaching my arm over his head I grabbed my phone. Unsure what I was doing, Cam gave me a puzzled look. I dialed Danielle.

"Hey, are you on your way?"

"Not exactly. I'm gonna be late. Something came up." I smiled at Cam as I reached out and placed a hand over his growing erection, signaling to him exactly what had come up. The gesture received a deep growl and the rolling of Cam's eyes back into his head. Forgetting I was on the phone, I let out a small chuckle.

"What's going on? You're okay right?"

"Yeah, I'll fill you in later. I'll meet you at the restaurant." With no further explanation, I shut the phone and tossed it on the floor.

I looked down at Cam, our eyes locking in mutual heat. Reaching behind me I unhooked my bra and let my breasts fall free. I took a moment to relish in Cam's eyes devouring my body, before I placed my hands under Cam's shirt and began to trail them up his stomach.

I wanting to feel ever part of the boy that I'd wanted for so long. His abs were rock hard and smooth beneath my touch. Quickly I brought his shirt over his head and leaned down kissing and licking my way across Cam's chest. I continued my trial up Cam's neck and along his jaw line. Both of us were breathing heavy as our lips found each other again. 

I squealed as Cam suddenly gabbed my hips and flipped us over. Trailing his hands up my sides, Cam slowly brought my arms over my head. Once more Cam drank me in. Moving in the opposite direction I had, he ran his lips down my throat and onto my chest until he found my breast. With his mouth circling and nipping at my right nipple, leaving me moaning and arching my back in an effort to have him draw me in further. Cam's left hand came up to massage my other breast adding to my pleasure. My headed rolled back in forth and my hands gripped the sheets as Cam started to moved his mouth from one nipple to the next and back again. 

Not wanting the assault to end, I moaned when Cam's lips began to move down my stomach and away from my breasts. Cam's hands had moved from my breasts and arms and were now slowly running up and down the inside of my thighs. Each time he getting closer and closer my center. Cam had me quivering with anticipation and if he didn't touch me soon I was going to have to beg. 

Finally I felt a finger trace over my lacy black panties and a whimper escaped my lips. I held myself back, trying not to squirm, afraid he would only draw the pleasure out more. I had been dreaming about this for years and I as much as I wanted this to last I needed him to lick me now.

As if reading my mind, Cam slipped two fingers beneath my panties and pulled them off. He then brought one hand underneath my ass, bringing me closer. His other hand returned to my pussy and began to stoke. Not thinking it possible to be any wetter, I began to gush as Cam reached two fingers inside of me. Slowly he moved them in and out, gradually moving harder and faster. 

When I didn't think I could take any more, I felt Cam's tongue flick across my clit and begin to suck. I pulled Cam's head into me as I began to shake with a massive orgasm. 

"Oh God, Cam."

Cam ignored me, not daring to stop. He kept probing and sucking. I started to loose it, gripping the sheets and shaking, then I started to squirt. Cam pulled away his mouth but continued to rub my clit. A hot stream of never ending liquid sprayed out of me and my orgasm tore through me once more.

Cam finally stopped rubbing and brought his lips back up to mine, arms encircled around me. 

"That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen. Do you always come like that?"

Slightly embarrassed, I tried to hide my face in Cam's shoulder before finally confessing, "No. Actually no one else has ever made me do that before. I've only done it by myself."

Cam raised a questioning eyebrow and a wicked smile spread across his face, "By yourself huh? Now there's something I want to see."

"God you're dirty," I giggled at Cam's request.

The heat was back in Cam's eyes, dirty thoughts brewing in his head. "You know it turns you on. The thought of me watching you."

Unable to deny it, I forced my tongue into his mouth instead. After a moment I broke our kiss to whisper in his ear, "I need you in me now." 

I reached down to undo his pants, but Cam needed no more encouragement. He got up and took his pants and boxers off, staring intently into my eyes as he did so. I broke the connection and brought my eyes down to his cock. God he was hard and so thick, I ached to have him inside of me.

Cam crawled back on top of me, bringing his lips down on to mine once more. I reached out and wrapped my hand around him and began to stroke. Cam moaned his approval into my mouth. 

Not able to wait any longer I brought my hand down to guide him into my opening. Our kiss broke, eyes searching each other as Cam entered me in one quick movement that had us both gasping. Slowly Cam began to move in and out of me, steadily stroking. 

"More." My voice was raspy with desire. 

Following my order Cam moved into me harder and faster. 

I wanted to express to him everything he was making me feel, but all I could manage was to let his name fall from my lips.

As if understanding my meaning completely Cam whispered into my ear, "I know."

We couldn't last long, the pleasure so intense, the need having been there for so long.

I started to come again.

"Come with me. I need you to come inside of me."

As I exploded I felt Cam quiver inside of me and burst. 

Afterwards Cam pulled me close, bringing my head to rest on his chest. I could feel that his heart was still pounding, breathing heavy. 

"Remind me why we waited so long to do that."

"I'm really stupid, that's why." Cam smiled warmly at me. "And why didn't you ever make a move?"

I looked down slightly, not really wanting to divulge the truth. "I never believed you could really want me."

Still holding me close, Cam brought his hand under my chin so that I couldn't hide, there was nowhere to look but at him. "How could you not know?"

"Very few guys have ever pursued me, so I just figured..."

"I'm sorry if other guys haven't realized how amazing you are. You are the girl that I compare all others too. I thought that since I couldn't have you I'd find someone like you, but I couldn't. There is no one like you. You amaze me, you're so laid back and comfortable to be around and yet you put me in my place, I love that you know how to handle me. You're so sexy and totally unaware of it, I could watch you forever."

Unsure what to say out of pure shock, I kissed Cam tenderly and then snuggled into him. Unfortunately I couldn't stay snuggled for long. I was late as it was. When I tried to get up Cam held me back.

"Do you have to go?" The look of Cam's pleading face pulled at my heart.

"Yes. Everyone's home from college and I never get to see them. I'm already so late." I got up and began to dress, leaving Cam on the bed behind me. 

"I'm not done with you yet."

I turned around and smiled. "You better not be." 

A giant grin on his face, Cam asked when he'd see me again. 

"After work tomorrow I have Jessica's birthday party to go to. I can't miss it, she's finally turning 21. And what will you be doing?Hanging here with Zach I'm sure." I smiled slyly at him, teasing. "If you stick around long enough, you might get lucky." 

When I left, I had no doubt that Cam would be here when I got back tomorrow.

***

I checked my watch as I walked into the restaurant. Fuck. I was over an hour late, but god it was worth it.

"Finally! Where have you been?!" Danielle was shouting at me across the round table, making everyone look at me.

"Hi everyone, sorry I'm late."

After greeting everyone, I sat down at the table and reached for some food. Shortly I heard the ping of my cell phone. I looked at it and saw it was a text from Mary sitting across the table from me.

"You look hot. Jimmy can't keep his eyes off you. Where were you, I know there's a story. Spill it."

I looked up and smiled at Mary, she always had to have the gossip. I quickly text back, "Really? I hadn't noticed him looking. I was busy doing something really bad."

"TELL NOW."

I knew I shouldn't but I had to tell someone, "I fucked Cam."

Mary look up at me, shock all over her face. She shot up and walked around the table, grabbing me by the arm as she went. "Bathroom Now."

Once inside the bathroom Mary burst, "How could you fuck Cam? Well I know how, he's hot. But I can't believe you did it." 

A woman walking out of a stall looked at us horrified and walked out of the bathroom without washing her hands. Danielle came in after her.

"Seriously, what's going on?!"

Totally straight faced and still staring at me, Mary spilled the beans before I could stop her, "She fucked Cam."

"Thanks for that." I had a feeling she wasn't going to react well, having never really supported my infatuation with Cam.

"Laura, no, you didn't. Zach's gonna kill you both." Danielle paused before her rant went any farther. "How did it happen?"

Relieved to get off the topic of Zach, I told them about my evening, "I don't know how it happened. He came in while I was getting dressed, said he wanted to talk to me and then the next thing I knew he had me up against a wall and was kissing me."

"Oh my God that's so hot."

"Mary, you're not helping," said Danielle, throwing her the look. "I know you guys have been heading in that direction forever, but I still think the whole thing is a really bad idea."

"So what are you now? A couple?"

I turned to the mirror to avoid any judgement and pretended to fix my hair. "I don't know. I think we're just sleeping together."

"Laura, I know you, you're gonna fall for him. You already have." 

I shrugged at Danielle's remark and walked out of the bathroom before she could say anything further that would make me regret sleeping with Cam. As we all sat down at the table Jessica grabbed Mary and whispered something in her ear, Mary whispered back. Not a good sign.

Looking at me Jessica shouted across the table, "You fucked Cam?"

Horrified I yelled back, "Thanks Jess. I'm taking back your birthday present." I really didn't need the guys to know. 

The rest of the night never left the subject of my recent escapade, everyone giving their opinion. I was mortified by the time I got home. It would be a miracle if Zach never found out.

***

"Someone's been drinking," said Zach as I slightly stumbled into the house. He and his girlfriend, Addison, were standing in the entryway, watching me stumble into the house.

"And you haven't?" They looked pretty relaxed themselves. "It was Jess's 21, what do you expect?"

Zach smiled, hugging Addison to him, "You have a point. So we're headed to bed. Bobby and Molly are in the reckroom and Cam's crashing on the couch."

My stomach fluttered as he spoke Cam's name. "Cool. Good night."

With Zach and Addison heading up the stairs, I walked through the kitchen and out back to the pool. I found Cam sitting in a lounge chair, staring at me as I walked across the pool deck towards him. He sat there smiling at me, in nothing but a pair of basketball shorts. How did I resisted for so long? Now that I'd gotten a taste, there was no going back. In just one day I had missed his touch and his heat completely.


Finding Mr. Right Ch. 01



I knew he wanted me to come closer, but I stopped several feet away. I reached down to the hem of my dress and pulled it up and over my head, revealing sheer black panties and a frilly black bra.

"W-what are you doing?" There was a slightly horrified look on Cam's face, the rest was pure lust, but still he hesitated, "Zach's right upstairs"

"What does it look like I'm doing? I'm taking a dip. Don't get your panties in a bunch." 

I stepped out of my stilletos, walked to the edge of the pool and dove in. The water instantly cooled me as it rushed around me. I swam forward, not rising to take a breath until I reached the steps at the opposite end. Hair slicked back and water dripping off of me I climbed out of the pool and walked back towards Cam. 

He stared at me, surveying my body, taking considerable time to watch my naked pussy through my wet mesh panties. The heat in Cam's eyes told me he was no longer worried about Zach, there was only one thing on his mind. Finally reaching Cam, I swung one leg over him and sat down in a straddling position. Cam's hands came to rest on my hips and started to slowly move up and down my sides. My skin burned at his touch. I reached behind me and unclasped my bra, releasing my breasts. 

Bringing one hand up to the back of my head, Cam pulled my head forward, crashing my lips down on to his. Once again our kiss was flawless, consuming me in every way possible. My lips were still on fire when Cam pulled away to whisper in my ear, "I missed you." 

I smiled back at him and ran my hands up and down his stomach. Cam's own hands were now farther up my sides, his thumbs brushing over my nipples making them stand on end. I leaned forward to kiss my way down his chest, slowly backing up. Finally crouched at his feet I pulled Cam's shorts down and off. 

His cock stood hard and erect, waiting for my touch. I moved my hands over his legs, crawling my way back up to him. Wrapping my hand around his cock I started to stroke. Cam moaned at my touch and shut his eyes. I flicked my tongue over the tip and started placing wet kisses up and down it. Slowly I took him into my mouth and sucked. Cam throbbed inside of me. With my left hand I stared to massage his balls, making Cam twitch. 

Before long Cam was nearly at his breaking point. Not ready for him to come yet, I pulled my lips off of him and flicked the tip one more time. Cam opened his eyes at the loss of my touch to see me standing before him, removing my panties. 

I came back down to straddle him, my pussy dripping and hovering over his waiting cock. Slowly I sat down, taking Cam inside me as I did. Instantly he filled every part of me making me burn. I started moving my hips up and down so that he was steadily stroking me. 

Cam placed his hands on my ass, helping to move me up and down faster and harder. I could have gone on like this forever, but soon the tension had built and both of us were ready to break. 

Knowing we were close to the end Cam pushed up into me as I crashed down onto him, making my orgasm shatter. With one more stroke Cam came, shooting hot liquid into me.

Cam pulled me down on him so that my chest and head rested against him. We stayed like that, him still inside of me, completely content. 

***

I woke early, Cam's arms wrapped around me holding me tight against his body. We were back in my apartment now that my parents were home from their trip. Our somewhat secret affair had lasted for two weeks now. We spent every night together, not able to get enough. Every time was as urgent with need as the first. 

When we weren't making love, we were talking. Our friendship came back easily, as if it never stopped. Danielle had been right; I had fallen before it ever started and now I was hip deep. 

I knew we couldn't keep it up. The timing was too off and we had been pretending nothing could touch us. Something was going to touch us soon and I had to break it off before it did.

Cam began to stir. Still holding me, he turned me around to face him. He smiled at me, eyes searching my face. 

"What's wrong?"

He knew me so well, knew that there was something wrong just from my face. "We have to talk."

I'm sure he knew what was coming, I must being giving it away, but he asked anyway, "About?"

I looked away from him, "I don't think we can pretend anymore. You're leaving in a week for school and it's gonna have to end."

My eye's flew up to see Cam's face sink as my words hit him, he wasn't prepared for what I was saying. "What are you talking about? I don't want to end anything."

I took a deep breath, I was gonna have to be strong if I was going to resist him. "Well neither do I, but be realistic. You're headed off to another state for your first year of college. I'm headed into my last year of college. We are in totally different places in our lives. I'm not going to hold you back. I want you to experience everything college has to offer. And I don't want to be far away worrying that you're drunkenly hooking up with some chick. I want a real relationship and you can't give that to me right now."

I knew what college was like, party after party, girls all over the place more than willing to hook up with anything that moves. No teenage guy could resist that, and I didn't expect Cam to be the exception. I had known couples that tried to make it at different schools, and I knew I couldn't do it. They were constantly on the phone together, not quite as much fun to be around as everyone else, because unlike everyone else they were tied down. Soon they'd break up either because the long distance and time apart was getting to them or one had cheated on the other. I couldn't let that happen to me, I knew what a ladies man Cam was and that I'd make myself paranoid and crazy if we tried to stay together. Plus I didn't totally trust in how much he wanted me, still unable to believe that anyone would want me.

"You wouldn't be holding me back and I would never cheat on you. We can make the long distance thing work."

I unwrapped his arms from around me and got out of bed. I moved around the room getting dressed, trying to avoid Cam's eyes. "I'm sure you wouldn't mean to, but I know you and your flirting and I know what happens in college." Cam still looked unconvinced, so I tried another tactic, "What about Zach? He's my brother and best friend and he's one of your oldest friends. If this goes on we're going to have to tell him."

Cam winced at the thought. One summer Cam had hooked up with the sister of another of the guys' friends. I had been so pissed at the time. I remember being in shock and extremely jealous that he had made a move on her and not me. When Cam told me I made no show of my true feelings, instead playing my undying role of friend and confidant. Part of me still hasn't forgiven Cam for choosing her over me. At that time we jokingly asked Zach what he would do if Cam and I were to hook up. He said he'd be fucking pissed, and mostly at me, because Cam couldn't help himself. 

Cam was sitting up in bed now. "I'll tell him."

"No you wont because this is ending."

Cam got out of bed and came to stand in front of me holding my shoulders. "Don't do this. I'll I want is you. We'll make this work."

"No, you're gonna go and you'll have nothing holding you back. I'm gonna graduate and get a job. Maybe someday we can try again, but now is not the time for us."

Cam's face fell sullenly, "You've made up your mind haven't you?"

"Yes."

"I love you, you know?" Cam's eyes searched my own, pleading with me.

The words hit me hard, smacking me square in the chest and knocking the breath out of me. Everything he did expressed his love for me, but hearing the words was entirely different; even so it didn't change my mind, it just made me hurt more. "I know." 

Cam let me go, grabbed his shirt and walked out. I knew he knew I was right, or he would have fought more. But it still killed me, I had just broken my heart and his. I crawled back into bed, not wanting to think about what I just did. I knew it was the right thing, but why did it hurt so much? My head spun with his last words, "I love you."



Finding Mr. Right Ch. 02



Early October

"Mary, seriously I can't find anyone. It's like every guy we know is in class or not answering their cell phone. You would think by offering guys some beer and a place to watch the playoffs, they would be willing to sit there with their shirt off and let me draw them."

"Did you call Johnnie?"

"Yeah, he's in class but he said he'd put out the word at TKE's. If I don't find someone soon I'm totally screwed."

"I'll see if I can find someone. I have to go to class now, but I'll see you at TKE's later for the party."

"Thanks. I'll see you."

I hung up with Mary and waited for my coffee order to be up. 

It was starting to get cold out now that it was early October. I was dressed in slouchy black wedge boots that came below my knees, jeans, a fitted white tank, and a black leather jacket in kind of a funky bicker style. A blue European style scarf was tied loose around my neck and my hair fell flowing around my shoulders, a few strands pinned back off my face. 

"Non-fat latte, two sugars."

Finally, I needed this if I was gonna get through the rest of my day. I turned around to find a seat. Instead I found someone smiling at me. Surprisingly it was Dean. He was standing before me with a wickedly sexy grin on his face that had made many girls melt before, and he knew it. I had known him since kindergarden. We had never really been friends, not running in the same crowd, but after thirteen years of school together, you get to know someone. 

"Dean, what are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in Arizona?" from the tone in my voice I was sure he could tell I was shocked to see him.

Dean continued to smile, "Good memory. I'm here for the game tomorrow."

"Oh, right that makes sense." 

"You wanna sit for a bit? Catch up."

I wasn't sure what we were gonna say to each other, having never really had much of a serious conversation before, but I agreed anyway and we sat down. 

"I over heard you on the phone. Sounds like you're in a bind."

"Ugh, yeah. I had an appointment and missed a class. The professor said I could make it up by drawing a friend, but I can't get ahold of anyone."

"Well I'm not doing anything until tonight. Johnnie's in class, so I'm just chilling till later. I'm all yours as long as I get that beer and a chance to watch the game."

"Are you serious? You would be saving my life. I have class for an hour, but we could do it right after."

The sexy smile was back, "That works."

Not wanting to blow my chance, I ignored Dean's face and any intent that might be behind it. I took out a piece of paper and began to write. "Here's my address and phone number if you get lost. See you at like 2:30?"

"Okay." Dean was still smiling dangerously.

I stood up to and turned to leave. "Oh, I almost forgot, if you could wear some shorts that'd be great."

***

I rushed home after class to change before Dean got there. Mary and I shared a house with some of her sorority sisters not far from greek row. It was convenient for getting to class and coming home from a long night of partying. 

I pulled off my jacket, boots and skinny jeans and put on my ripped, worn, paint smeared, artist's jeans. Next I put on a little Ice Cube to put me in the right frame of mind. 

It was too weird to me that Dean was doing me a favor and that we were going to be alone together. Though I had known him forever, we had spent almost zero time outside of school together. I had been a studious, kinda shy, good girl and he was the bad boy. He always got himself into trouble. As we got older that meant drinking, drugs and cheating on whatever girlfriend he had at the time. It was a rebellion thing, Dean had always been nice and he was really smart, he just didn't put much effort into school work. I always thought he had potential though.

As I got my sketching stuff together, there was a knock on the door. I opened it and found Dean standing there. He was wearing basketball shorts, as requested, and a sweatshirt. The look on his face had me puzzled though, it wasn't his smart ass grin, more like something of question.

"Hey, did you find it okay?"

"Yeah."

Still having the funny look, I had to ask. "What's with the look?"

"You surprised me. I didn't take you as a rap fan, I'm impressed with your taste."

It made sense, why would the quite good girl like old school rap? "Well it's not like you really know me."

"True." The grin was back, I wasn't sure if I was more comfortable now because it was what I expected or less because I wasn't sure what it meant.

I walked into the kitchen and opened the fridge. "So, you want that beer?"

"That's why I'm here."

I smiled at him and handed him a cold one.

"You're not having one?"

"Not why I work, maybe after." Walking into the living area I flipped on the TV. "So there's Phillys, Mets or Boston, Cleveland. I'm really more of an American league fan, but whatever you want to watch is fine." Dean looked at me mystified. "What?"

"You just surprised me again; your a girl who not only watches baseball but actually cares what game she's watching. It's a rarity"

"Ah, well between getting on the Mariner's bandwagon during the Griffey, Johnson ear and watching Zach play baseball for the last twelve years, it kinda gets ingrained in you. There is nothing like a good baseball game on a warm spring day, it'll fix anything. Plus the guys are hot." 

Dean laughed, his smile rightly in its place.

I asked again, "So, which game?"

"I'm good with Boston, Cleveland. Who are you rooting for?"

"Well I really hate Cleveland, they've killed too many Mariners' playoff dreams. And not being a Yankee fan, I always love seeing Boston win. You?"

"I'm feeling Boston too." 

I pulled out a folding chair for Dean and placed it in front of the TV. "If you could sit backwards on the chair, arms rested over the back. Try not to move too much. If you need to get up or something just let me know. And if it's not too much to ask, if you could loose your shirt and shoes that'd be great."

Dean pulled of his shoes and then slipped off his shirt. While he was getting situated so was I. I unwrapped my scarf and bent over to flip my hair back and pull it into a ponytail. I sat down with my sketch pad, grabbed my charcoal and looked up at Dean. I found him staring at me. At that moment I regretted the fact that I wasn't wearing a bra. My breasts are small and perky enough that I tended not to wear a bra unless absolutely necessary. The look Dean was giving me sent heat through my body and I instantly felt my nipples perk up. I knew he could see them through my white wife beater. 

I cleared my throat, trying to break the awkwardness. "Um, if you could look forward that'd be great, so I can get your profile." Dean turned and I felt a sense of relief. It was weird having him watch me, watch him. "Let me know if anything exciting happens so I can watch the replay." Dean nodded in acknowledgement. 

I thought I would feel more comfortable when I started to draw, but the more I stared at his body the more nervous I got. I'd never taken much notice of Dean, he was trouble so why even look right? But I had to look now. He had a nice lean, toned body that came with years of playing soccer. I tried to keep my stares to the artist's perspective, but was failing miserably. There were several times that I felt he was watching my while my eyes were on my paper. He would move right back into position when I brought my head back up.

After a few poses I was done. Thank God. "You can move know, I'm done. I'm just gonna wash the charcoal off my hands."

All cleaned up I stood next to Dean to watch the end of the game. Dean handed me his beer. I took a few sips and reached down to hand it back. At the same time Dean's hand came up to my cheek and his thumb brushed across it. I jumped at his touch, surprised at how he burned my flesh.

"You have charcoal," Dean said reassuringly. 

All I could manage in return was a small, "Oh." 

Dean's right hand came up to join the left and pulled me down to him. Our lips met in what was a surprisingly gentle kiss. Dean pulled away after a moment to look into my face, making sure it was okay. When I didn't protest, he started kissing me again. 

My mind swam with protest as the kiss deepened. Why aren't I stopping this? What am I doing? This is such a bad idea. He is such a player. I'm gonna get totally used. Why aren't I stopping? Ugh, cuz it feels so good and wrong. I haven't looked at another man since Cam, let alone kiss one. I can do this, just let go and do this, just this once. It's the perfect rebound.

The kiss turned forceful, Dean's tongue pushing between my lips to get deeper. At the same time he brought his hands down to my waist, guiding me down to sit in his lap. I sat there, staddling him, hands exploring, lips and tongues entangled. Dean's hands still rested on my waist, he pulled off my tank top and brought his hands down to cup my breasts. I moaned into Dean's mouth as he stated to tweak and massage my nipples. 

Slowly Dean's hand's moved down my stomach and unzipped my jeans. Reaching inside he began to stroke me. My head arched back in satisfaction. Dean continued to stroke, while I nipped and sucked at his ear. 

Soon Dean didn't have enough room to maneuver and I got up to strip out of my jeans and panties. Having full access now, Dean dove two fingers into my hot, soaking pussy. Dean's fingers stroked in and out of me while his thumb worked my clit. 

"Come for me. That's it." Dean continued to whisper encouragements, as I started to tense. His words made everything seem more wrong and only got me more excited.

Quivering and moaning I came hard all over Dean's hand. Exhausted, I collapsed on Dean's shoulder. 

After a moment, we began to kiss again. I moved my way down his chest, kissing and biting. I had to have him, taste him. Now kneeled in front of him, I pulled down Dean's shorts. I ran my hands up and over his legs, taking in the sight of his long erect cock. I licked my lips and dove my head down, taking him in between my lips. Sucking and licking, my hand played with his balls. I popped him out of my mouth and grabbed him in my hand, rubbing faster and faster. Finally I took him deep in my mouth and sucked. 

Sure that Dean was close to coming, I removed him from my mouth and stood up. The longing to have him inside me couldn't wait any more. I climbed back into his lap and positioned my pussy over his waiting cock. As I slammed down on him, Dean pushed up into me, making me let out a slow, "F-U-C-K."

I moved up and down stroking Dean, his hands were on my hips helping me. My pussy was tight around him, pulling him into me deeper and deeper. I could feel Dean getting larger inside of me the closer he came to coming. 

As I started to orgasm I felt myself clamp down on him and spasm. This set off Dean and he released inside of me. 

***

So much for just once, I thought to myself. We had done it once more in my room. After a quick nap I had snuck out of my bed for a shower and was now drying my hair. Dean was still pasted out in my bed. 

This whole thing is totally ridiculous. I mean what was I thinking. I guess I was thinking the whole thing felt fucking fantastic. But I was being totally stupid, it's obviously going nowhere. It's just a fling. I can do a fling.

I came back into my bedroom to get dressed. Okay, TEK's tonight, party, what to wear, what to wear. I finally donned my skinny jeans, and black ankle boots. Still trying to decide on a top, I stood in front of my closet in my black bra, perusing my options. 

"Hey, sexy."

I turned around to look at Dean. He was laying in my bed, naked and looking good enough to eat. Just a fling, just a fling.

"Hey, if you wanna hop in the shower before we head over to TEK's, I'll go grab you a towel."

"Soon. Come back over here." The look on Dean's face told me he had other ideas.

Resilient, be resilient. I turned back to the closet. I wanted to get a shirt on now more than ever. "I'm all dressed and you really should get cleaned up soon."

Within seconds I felt strong, warm arms wrap around me. Dean pulled me into his chest and began to nibble my ear. His cock was hard against my back. 

"You can not possibly be hard again."

Dean chuckled lowly into my ear, "What can I say, you turn me on."

Giving in I turned around and began to kiss him. After a moment I paused. "Go get your ass in the shower."

I pulled away and walked past him, slapping him on the ass as I went. 

"Yes Ma'am."

***

In an effort not to hook up with Dean again, I left him as soon as we got to TEK's and went to look for Mary. 

"I need a drink now."

"What, things didn't go well this afternoon?" asked Mary, handing me her drink. 

"No, no. Things went too well." I quickly drained her drink and handed it back to the bartender for a refill.

"What the hell does that mean?" Mary studied my face. "Oh my God you hooked up."

"How do you do that?"

"It's a gift," Mary said shrugging her shoulders. "I'm seriously shocked. It's great you're moving on, but really Dean? He's hot, but well you know..." Mary trailed off, there was no need to finish her statement.

"I know. It was just a fling. Do me a favor, keep me away from him?"

"Sure, but we better hit the dance floor now cuz he's headed this way."

We moved onto the dance floor, grabbing the two guys standing next to us. I could see Dean watching me, smiling. Smiling, what the hell is he smiling for? It doesn't matter because I'm not sleeping with him again. 

Throughout the night I continued to stay away from, but would still see him smiling devilishly at me. 

Finally he caught up to me. I was in the hall, coming back from the bathroom, when I felt someone grab me by the wrist and pull me into the nearest bedroom. I knew it had to be Dean.

"You've been avoiding me." A predatory gleam flashed through Dean's eyes.

"Yeah, well today was a mistake and I was just trying to keep it form happening again." I tried to break Dean's hold on my wrist, but was only met by more resistance.

"A mistake you made twice?" Dean chuckled deep in his throat.

"Ummm." I knew I had uncertainty written all over my face.

"That's what I thought," he was laughing blatantly now.

I was pissed, him laughing at me like that, he knew what he was doing to me and liked it. "Well just because it was fantastic doesn't mean it wasn't a mistake. I'm not good with casual and you're leaving. But more importantly you're trouble."

A little more serious, Dean retorted, "I'm not as much trouble as you think I am. Plus I think you kinda like it." He was whispering in my ear now. "You like being with the bad boy."

He was right. It did turn me on. Dean had slowly backed me up against a wall, his hands running along my stomach. Then he grabbed me firm behind the neck and crashed his lips on to mine, tongue thrusting into my mouth. He moved his way down my neck, finding the spot that made my knees give out and my mind go blank. 

I struggled to make my head focus, becoming consumed by feeling. Eventually my brain was able to form words, "W-we shouldn't be doing this here. Who's room are we in?"

"Johnnie's, we're cool." Dean's breath was hot on my neck, causing me to sink into him.

"What if someone comes in?"

Dean looked at me with a familiar wicked smile and said, "That's what makes it exciting."

We can't do this here. We shouldn't be doing this at all. Before I could voice my concerns and stop the encounter all my thoughts were out of my head again as Dean started kissing my neck.

Soon Dean had taken my jeans and panties off and I had my legs wrapped around him, back still against the wall. I needed him inside me fast. The idea of someone walking in made the need increase tenfold. Dean's lips were expertly exploring my nipples. He'd suck, lick and flick them into oblivion and then move on to the next and back again. He had me pulling at his hair and gasping.

Wanting more, I reached down and released Dean from his jeans. 

Teasingly, Dean placed his penis at my entrance and rubbed. He was so smooth running over my lips and clit. I began to shudder before he even entered me. Taking me totally by surprise, Dean thrust into me in one fluid stoke. I shouted. 

Not trying to be subtle at all, Dean fucked me hard. Each time we slammed into the wall making me moan and scream. His grunts were equally as loud.

"Oh god, someone's gonna hear us."

Dean chuckled into my ear, "That's the point."

The thought made me gush. Someone walking in and seeing him fucking me hard against the wall, it was so dirty and so hot. 

I started to hear people in the hall, making me tense and come closer to orgasm. Dean sensed this and started banging me harder into the wall, drawing more attention to us. 

Then we heard voices right outside the door. "Someone's coming and they're gonna see me fucking you." Just then the door knob turned and in walked Johnnie. He stood there, shocked, watching Dean fuck me. 

Between Dean fucking me and Johnnie watching us I couldn't hold on any longer.

Realizing what he was seeing, Johnnie said something like damn and walked out, but not before Dean said, "That's right, come for me." As he did, I exploded, clamping down hard around Dean and pulled him into me. My fingers raked along Dean's back in agony. 

My spasms set Dean off and he shot inside of me. 

Not able to stand any more, Dean brought me down to the floor. We sat there totally wiped, half naked and panting. Dean brushed away the hair stuck to my sweat covered face and grinned at me. "Who knew you were such an exhibitionist."

Shocked at his remark, I quickly got defensive, "I am not."

Dean chuckled, "Are you kidding? It totally turned you on."

I had the intense urge to hit him, instead I buried my furry and gathered myself off the floor and began redressing, I was totally mortified. "So, thanks for the sex, but it's not happening again."

"Sure, sure. Whatever you say." 

Dean was laughing as I walked out of the room to go find Mary. I needed to go home now.

***

"Seriously Mary, he's the guy that would show up to all school events drunk or high. He's the guy that cheated on that really sweet Mormon cheerleader girlfriend of his. I mean I don't even remember seeing him in school half the time. He goes to the University of Arizona for God sakes."

"You don't have to tell me," she muttered, more to herself than me. "Then what's the problem?"

I groaned, "The sex is the problem. He's totally gotten under my skin. It's like he knows what I want even when I don't."

Mary laughed at my predicament, "So I guess that means you're not coming to the party, because you're afraid you'll see him and sleep with him again."

"Yeah."

"Suit yourself, I on the other hand am gonna go get drunk." Mary smiled at me, jokingly as she walked out the door.

I grabbed a beer from the kitchen and walked into the living room, turning on the stereo on the way to the couch. I let the beer wash over me, mellowing me out, the angry rap saying what I couldn't. I was starting to relax when there was a furious knock at the door. 

Realizing the noise wasn't coming from the music, I went to answer it. Dean stood there, grinning at me, heat in his eyes. I didn't say hello, instead I rolled my eyes at him, took a long swig from my beer and headed back into the living room. "I'm not fucking you again," I called back to him.

Dean roared with laughter, "Why not?"

I turned to look at him, dead serious, hoping he'd get the message, "Because if we do this much more I'm going to get attached and getting attached to trouble isn't a good idea."

Dean sat in the chair next to me, but leaned in towards me, obviously set on changing my mind. "I told you, I'm not trouble. And what if I want you to get attached? What if I'm attached?"




Finding Mr. Right Ch. 02



It was me who was laughing now. "You are not. Besides sex why would you ever want me? And I'm not even sure why you want me for that."

Something flashed across Dean's face as I said this, but I didn't know what it was. Dean leaned back into the chair now, changing his tactic. "You intrigue me, always have."

I have snorted into my beer, "If I'm so intriguing why have you never made a move until now? I mean we weren't even friends."

Dean looked serious now, dead set on making his point. "I don't know why I didn't, why any of us didn't."

"Any of us? What are you talking about?"

"I mean all us guys. Even in elementary school you were intriguing. You were the nicest girl in school, you had us all curious."

This was ridiculous, what was he talking about, nobody looked twice at me then. "Are you joking, because it's not funny."

"Do you remember the fifth grade play?" I nodded, wanting to know where he was going with this. "You were gonna be Juliet and they assigned some girl to be Romeo, but she didn't want to. The teacher met with all the boys and we all wanted to play Romeo, we all wanted to play opposite you."

"Whatever. You guys all dated my friends all throughout middle school and high school not me, so I couldn't have been that interesting."

"I don't think any of us knew what to do with a girl that nice, that sincere."

I was starting to get mad, heat flowing to my face. "And now? Now you know what to do with me?"

Dean let out a big sigh, obviously frustrated. "When I saw you getting coffee you had changed. You were sexy and confident and I'd never seen you that way before, but still you were as nice as ever. You intrigued me even more. And then you took me by surprise, people don't normally do that. The music, the baseball, the art, I realized I didn't know you, I never did." I could feel the shock on my face. Dean took another deep breath and continued. "I still don't know what to do with you, but I want to try."

"I'm not sure I trust you."

"I know you don't, but will you let me try anyway? I've never met someone so genuine and I want that, I want you."

I turned my head away from Dean, contemplating. I had had more fun with him, felt more free than I had in along time. I didn't want to let that go, I needed that. But I didn't trust him. I didn't trust his past or that what he said was true. But he wanted me, the guy that never looked at me, the bad boy, he wanted me. That was hard to deny. 

I was quite for along time, before I came to any conclusion. "If we try this, you have to promise me something." Dean listened, hopeful in what I had to say. "I don't do multiple partners, if you're with me, you're with only me. You're gonna have to be straight with me, if you want out, if you want to have a one night stand, you tell me. I want to know up front. You're gonna be a thousand miles away and I don't like being paranoid and I don't want to be made a fool of. So if it comes to that, you just have to break it off, promise you won't cheat on me."

Dean was kneeling on the floor in front of me now. When I finished, he brought his hands on either side of my face and looked at me intently. "I promise." 

And I believed him.



Finding Mr. Right Ch. 03



Halloween

My costume for tonight was perfect. While every girl would be wearying what was basically lingerie, using Halloween as an excuse to look like a slut, I was going for a little more subtle look, but was none the less sexy. I had on black thigh-high boots, that had a Julia Roberts prostitute look to them, a short, tight black dress covered my body, but left nothing to the imagination. The dress fit me like of glove, revealing everything and yet showing nothing. It was long sleeved with a low boat neck, scooping just the right amount in both front and back. A black chocker, with a large silver cross, hung around my neck. My lips were painted vixen red, eyes dark with heavy mascara and my hair was bumped up in a high ponytail, giving it a Gwen Stefani rocker look.

I surveyed myself in the mirror. I looked like sex on a stick. Most girls would be practically naked tonight, but I left something to be desired. I would have every guy wondering what was underneath this dress, which was exactly what I wanted. 

It had been three weeks since I'd seen Dean. I was surprised at how well our relationship had progressed, half expecting it to fall by the wayside the second he went back to Arizona. Instead Dean called everyday and we text constantly, and the phone sex wasn't bad either. Dean had totally shocked me by sending me a package out of the blue, a dildo to use during phone sex. I was a little apprehensive at first, but quickly learned to love it, as Dean knew I would. 

I couldn't wait to see him tonight; he was using Halloween as an excuse to see me. I had arranged to meet him at TEK's for the party; I wanted him to see me for the first time all dressed up. I planned to toy with him, he had run the show since we first got together, but tonight I was taking charge. 

On the walk to the party my look got me more than a few catcalls, helping me relish in how perfect my costume was. Arriving at TEK's I made my way over to the bar and ordered a drink. I received a significant look of lust from the bartender. As he handed me my drink he asked, "So what are you supposed to be?"

I grabbed my drink from the bar and leaned in towards him, "Temptation." Winking at him, I turned around a walked away. 

It wasn't long before I spotted Dean; he was standing with Johnnie and a few other guys talking. It took him a bit longer for him to notice me. When he did, I could see the heat flash through his eyes, his mouth started to fall open, but he quickly gained his control and clenched his jaw instead. Seeing the change in Dean's face, Johnnie followed Dean's line of sight until it reached me; he smiled at me openly. He was in on my plan of attack, so there wasn't much shock in his face, but he nodded approvingly anyway. 

Instead of joining them, I grabbed the guy that I had been hitting on me and pulled him onto the dance floor. I started grinding against the stranger, letting him rub his hands all over me, all the while staring at Dean. He could no longer control his emotions, his fists were clenched at his sides and I could see his jaw tightening. He was openly pissed.

For the next hour or so I made my way through a stream of guys wanting to dance with me. Dean stood watching me, brooding the entire time, the continual string of drinks he had was the only thing keeping him calm. When I felt I had proved my point, I kissed the guy I was dancing with on the cheek and walked off the floor. I continued past Dean, his eyes never leaving me. I left without so much as a glance back at him. 

All I had left to do was wait. I knew either Dean would come storming over here immediately or Johnnie would push him to do so, as promised.

As expected I didn't have to wait long before there was a knock at my door. Not waiting for me to answer, Dean came bursting in, heading through the entry way and into the kitchen, but was stopped dead at the sight of me sitting on the kitchen table, legs crossed and showing a lot of thigh. I could see the blood boiling under his skin, a mix between want and fury. "What the fuck was that? I come all the way up here to see you and you ignore me!"

I smiled seductively and uncrossed my thighs, spreading them open to reveal my wet, naked pussy. I could hear Dean grown from across the room. "I'm sorry, were you jealous?"

Unable to form words, Dean nodded. He was too busy watching my hand caress the inside of my thigh to do more than stare. 

"Good." Dean's eyes shot up to my face, taken aback by the comment. "I wanted you good and jealous. I wanted you to see what you've been missing." I was stroking myself now, thrusting two fingers in and out of me. I let out a long slow moan of ecstasy. "I want you to work for this."

Alternating between rubbing my clit and stroking myself, I had worked up quite a frenzy. My breathing was ragged and unintelligible noises escaped my lips. "Strip." Dean looked at me blankly, "You heard me, strip." 

Quickly Dean removed his costume till finally he was standing before me naked and waiting. I licked my lips at the sight of his hard cock, knowing it was all for me drove me crazy. Noticing where my gaze lay, Dean looked down at himself and then back up at me. "Go on, touch it." 

Slowly Dean started stroking himself, a low moan escaped his lips, but his eyes never left me pleasuring myself. Seeing Dean jacking off in front of me sent me over the edge. I screamed out and arched my back in agony as my orgasm tore through me. 

I only took a moment to recover. My orgasm hadn't been nearly satisfying enough; I needed Dean to touch me. I raised my ass off the table, pulling my dress up and off. I lay before Dean in nothing but my boots. Dean took a few steps forward as I cocked a finger, beckoning him to come to me. Settling between my legs, Dean stared down at me, waiting for further instruction.

"Lick me."

Obliging, Dean knelt down between my legs and started flicking at my clit with his tongue. The sensation had me jerking, I was totally unable to control my body. Dean started altering between thrusting his tongue into my cunt and sucking at my clit. My second orgasm was coming on fast and strong, but this wasn't how I wanted to come.

Placing a healed foot on Dean's chest I pushed him away from me. "Show me how jealous you are," I said before turning around so that my back was to him, now on all fours on the table.

Dean placed a hand on my back and ran it down my spine, making me arch and shiver. "You were bad tonight, making me jealous, letting other guys touch you." Both of Dean's hands were on my ass now, kneading me. Spreading my cheeks apart, he traced a finger down my crack. He brushed over the bud of my ass and down to my pussy lips, making me moan. "What's more, you knew exactly what you were doing and you liked it. You liked making me squirm and you liked other guys looking at you, wanting you." Dean's finger moved back up to my ass and ran around the rim, making me gasp. "Now it's my turn to make you squirm, and I'm gonna like it." 

Emphasizing his point, Dean plunged his finger into my ass. I screamed out, no one had ever done that to me before. The feeling was utterly surprising and fantastic. I pushed back against him, wanting him to go deeper, to feel more. Dean laughed at my struggle and held me still at the hip, "My turn remember."

I moaned in frustration, only to have Dean remove his finger completely. He left me feeling empty and hungry for more. His finger returned to running up and down my inner folds, before it plunged back into my bowels. The teasing was making me crazy, each pass making me come more undone. 

Suddenly Dean's tongue struck my clit, the abrupt sensation sent a jolt through me, causing me to arch back and scream. I felt wild and uninhibited as Dean continued to assault my pussy with his mouth and my ass with his finger. 

As quickly as it came, Dean's tongue was gone. Not leaving me void for long, I soon felt the smooth tip of his penis brush back and forth over my pussy lips. I bit my lip and sucked in a deep breath as Dean drove fast and deep into me. 

I felt so full, Dean's long thick cock stuffed into my pussy and his finger still probing my ass. He worked his finger and cock together, diving in with one and out with the other. The friction coming from both sides was nearly unbearably intense. My whole body shook and tensed in what seemed a never-ending orgasm that wouldn't peak. 

When Dean's finger brushed over my clit, my whole body shattered and exploded. I felt myself clench hard around Dean's cock, milking him for all his worth. 

I collapsed onto the table in full exhaustion, knowing my muscles weren't going to be supporting me anytime time soon. Dean pulled out of me and climbed onto the table beside me. He pulled me closed to him, pressing my back into his chest. He let a hand fall along my side, slowly stroking me. 

"When I saw you tonight I nearly came undone. You looked so fucking hot. I was so jealous watching those guys get to touch you when I couldn't. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't stop starring at you, so mesmerized by the fact that it was actually you. I've never been so turned on and yet so furious in my entire life."

I laughed at Dean's confession, causing him to raise an eyebrow at me. "So how do you like getting a taste of your own medicine? Did you enjoy getting played?"

Dean groaned, "If you playing me always involves these boots, then I'll enjoy it every time." 



Finding Mr. Right Ch. 04



August

Man it was hot. At the moment I was thankful my Mom had set me to work in the kitchen, where I could enjoy the comforts of the air conditioning. My cousins and their kids we're on they're way over for a barbeque and a swim in the pool. 

As it was so hot, I worked my way around the kitchen in a pair of cut off jean shorts and black bikini top. 

The doorbell rang and my Mom went to answer it. I stayed in the kitchen, getting ready to whip the cream for desert. Having poured the cream into a metal bowl, I then put the electric beater in and turned it on. I moved the beater around and round, the cream beginning to get thick. 

"Shit." I had hit the side of the bowl with the beater and whipped cream had splattered all over my chest. I was busy surveying the damage when Dave walked in. 

Drew was married to my cousin Kristen; they had two young teenage boys. Drew was a firefighter and Kristen worked for the school district. 

"Hey Laura."

"Hey." I didn't really look up; I had been scooping all the cream off of me with a finger and licking it off.

"Laura?"

"Yeah," head up now, my eyes went to the guy standing next to Dave. He was tall, probably 6'2". He was wearing khaki cargo shorts and white t-shirt. I could see how firm his chest was through his shirt. His jaw was hard, but his face was greatly softened by his sparking green eyes. A muscular arm brought his hand up and ran it through his sandy blond hair. He smiled warmly at me, eyeing my chest covered in whipped cream.

Damn he's hot and here I am looking like an idiot. I could only guess at the dirty thoughts any guy would be having at the site of a girl in a bikini covered in whipped cream.

"This is Matt. He just moved to Seattle and is working at the station with me. We brought him over to meet you and Zach, someone a little closer to his own age."

We both said hi and then Dave walked Matt out the back door to meet my parents and see the back yard. As they walked out Kristen walked in carrying enough food to feed fifty. I walked over to help her. 

"Well, what'd you think?"

I smiled at Kristen, knowing what she was getting at. "Hot and a firefighter, what more could a girl ask for?"

Kristen laughed, putting her food in the fridge. "I thought you'd like him." She had a plotting smile on her face as she walked out back to join the others. 

I stayed in the kitchen making a salad. Matt came back in and sat down at a barstool. Hopefully I'd be able to redeem some grace.

"Want something to drink? We have water, pop, beer, wine or do you want something harder being that you were dragged to a family barbeque?"

Matt smiled. "Beer's fine and it's not that bad. Dave and Kris have been really great helping me settle in."

I went to the fridge and opened it. "I'm sure they have, Kristen can't help but mother. Carona or ESB?"

"ESB."

"My kinda guy." I grabbed one for myself and popped the top off of each with a bottle opener and handed him one. We clinked bottles and each took a sip. "So I have to say, I'm impressed by the whole firefighter thing. I don't know if I've just watched too much ER over the years or what, but getting burned scares the shit out of me. The scenes with the burn victims where the only ones I ever had trouble watching."

Matt smiled slightly, "It's probably good it scares you. I don't think most people realize how bad it can be."

"So then how'd you decide you wanted to be a firefighter?"

"My Dad was a firefighter and I always wanted to be like him growing up, so I followed in his foot steps."

"On a lighter note, where are you from?"

"Denver."

"I've only been there once but I really liked it. It seemed like a really fun city, Oh and the skiing, I'm totally jealous. Why would you ever leave all that awesome powder?"

Matt chuckled at my excitement. "Yeah, it is a great city, and the powder is truly awesome but I needed a change. I'd been here once and loved it so I thought why not."

"Well days like today make it hard not to want to live anywhere else."

"The water and the green that's what got me."

"Ahhh, but you had the mountains and all that great snow. Our snow sucks."

"So I've heard from Dave. We'll just have to get you guys to Colorado for ski a weekend."

I raised an eyebrow, hoping he was coming on to me. "Promise?" 

"Definitely." Matt grinned back at me.

I was starting to daydream of Matt and I by a fire, in some cozy cabin when my phone rang; it was Mary. "Hi."

"Hey, Johnnie's having a barbeque. I'm at my parent's, you wanna come pick me up and go?"

"Yeah, give me like fifteen minutes and I'll be there."

"Okay, bye."

Hanging up with Mary I turned to Matt. "You wanna get out of here and go to a barbeque with me? Meet some people your own age?"

"Sure, but I don't have a car."

"No worries."

I walked out back and found Dave talking to my Dad by the barbeque. "Matt and I are gonna to a party. Either I'll bring him home tonight or he can crash at my place and I'll bring him home in the morning." 

Dave smiled, "Okay have fun." If Matt hadn't been standing right next to me I knew he would have given me a tun of shit.

I turned to walk back in the house and caught Kristen grinning at me. Could they be more obvious? Inside I grabbed my wife-beater and purse and headed for the front door with Matt. 

Matt and I were casually talking, walking out to the car in the driveway when we ran into Zach. He was with Cam and two other friends. Fabulous, just what I need. I had seen Cam a few times but we really hadn't spoken. 

I tried to ignore him and introduced Zach to Matt. "Matt this is my brother Zach. Zach, Matt just moved here and works at the station with Dave."

Zach stuck out his hand to Matt to shake hello, "Cool, nice to meet you." 

Matt and Zach began to chat; I stopped paying attention realizing how much of a boy Cam looked next to Matt. Matt was all man, he had the perfect body, I'd let him save me any day. I was snapped out of my growing fantasy by a question from Zach, "Where are you guys headed to?"

"Johnnie's having a party. You aren't staying here are you? It's kinda a family-fest inside."

"No just passing through. Still on for lunch tomorrow?"

"Wouldn't miss it."

When the boys walked past and into the house, I couldn't ignore the look on Cam's face. He looked pissed and totally hurt, but I couldn't worry about it, what's done is done.

We reached the car and Matt got in, I took a moment to throw on my tank top and then slid in. I started the car and rolled down the windows. I reached for the tuner on the stereo and began flipping stations, "What kind of music do you like? Cuz I like it all, hip hop, rap, rock..." 

"How's rock alternative?"

"Good choice."

As I flipped to my favorite station, my phoned beeped. I grabbed it and read the text. It was from Cam. 

"You're such a fucking whore."

Fantastic. We pulled into Mary's drive and I honked twice. Instead of getting out, I decided to deal with Cam. 

"Please don't judge me by the phone call I have to make. I am like the least dramatic person ever, but I have to bitch someone out. Promise not to hold it against me?"

Mat chuckled, "I can't really picture you doing that, but by all means, do what you gotta do."

I dialed Cam. "Hi."

"If Zach can hear you walk away and tell me when you're all clear."

There was silence for a moment and then Cam answered with a rude, "What?"

"Thank you so much for proving to me what a great decision I made when I broke things off with you. You are obviously extremely immature and a total asshole. So go back to California, smoke your weed and fuck all the blonde sluts you want and then grow the fuck up. And maybe someday, if you are extremely lucky I will let you apologize to me. But until then, don't talk to me." With that I hung up. 

I turned to Matt to get his reaction. "Remind me not to fuck with you."

I smiled, "You know it."

Mary had gotten in the car somewhere in the middle of my phone call. "What the hell was that?" 

"That was me telling off Cam." I handed her my phone so she could read his text. 

After reading it she said, "We'll that explains it." She handed me back the phone. "And who's this?" Mary asked, gesturing towards Matt.

"Mary, Matt. Matt, Mary." Matt turned around and smiled at Mary. "Matt works with my cousin Drew. He just moved to Seattle, so I thought we'd take him to Johnnie's, show him a good time."

"Cool."

We drove to Johnnie's, making small talk and getting to know Matt. So far I really liked him, he seemed like a genuinely cool guy. A few times I caught Mary making eyes at me in the rearview mirror. She was signaling to me how hot he was and that she approved. Did everyone have to be so obvious? It's not like he'd done anything to signal his interest. Though he seemed too nice to put the moves on someone he just met. 

Johnnie rented a house in north Seattle with a bunch of his frat brothers and a few guys we'd gone to high school with. Though they had graduated a few months ago, they still partied like college kids and didn't show signs of quitting anytime soon. The house was a piece of crap, but it had lots of rooms, a good size yard and the rent was cheap. In other words it was the perfect place to party and make a mess. 

When we arrived there were already about twenty people in the back yard. Johnnie was busy working his magic on the barbeque, several people gathered around an old ping pong table, watching an intense beer pong competition, the rest were chilling and drinking their beers. 

Mary immediately peeled off to chat up her latest prey. Every week was someone new with her. I steered Matt over to the barbeque to meet Johnnie. "I hope you haven't drank too much, I don't like my burger black."

Johnnie turned around at the sound of my voice, a smug grin on his face. "You know I do my best grilling while drunk." 

I laughed, enveloping Johnnie in a large brotherly hug. There was about a month during senior year of high school that I'd had a crush on him, other than that he'd just been life of the party Johnnie. 

"Johnnie, this is Matt." Matt stuck out his hand and shook Johnnie's. "He just moved here from Denver, he works with my cousin as a firefighter. I needed to show him a good time, so for some reason I brought him here." Johnnie jabbed me in the ribs with his elbow, responding to my dis. 

"She brought you here because whether she'd admit it or not, I throw a killer party and I barbeque like nobody's business. Now be a good girl and go get us some beers, while I find out if Matt is cool enough to hang."

I smiled at Matt, "Don't worry he rarely bites." I walked over to the keg to get us some drinks, winking at Johnnie as I passed. I let him do what he wished with Matt, wanting to know his opinion. 

I lingered by the keg, saying hi to people and trying to give the guys a few extra minutes. When I finally came back over, the guys were having a heated discussion about football. "I take it he passes?"

Johnnie chuckled, "He's on the edge. If he weren't Broncos fan, he would be free and clear."

"I'm sorry, how many Superbowls has Seattle won?" The look on Matt's face showed just how proud he was to be from Denver.

"Touché," Johnnie responded with a grin. 

That was about all the male bonding I could handle. I grabbed Matt by the arm, steering him towards Mary and more people I wanted him to meet. Half way across the lawn, I turned my head and winked at Johnnie, who reassured me with an approving nod. 

The rest of the night went smoothly, Matt seemed to fit in perfectly and everyone liked him, some of the girls a little too much for my taste. Matt didn't really seem to notice though, staying close to me most of the night.

When we reached my placed later both of us were tired and buzzed, ready to crash. We stood in my room slightly awkward, before I said, "My bed is plenty big for both of us, unless you're not comfortable with that. There's a lumpy couch in the living room you can crash on." 

"I'm fine with the bed as long as you are."

"Okay, make yourself comfortable. I'm just gonna go change out of my swimsuit." I pulled my pajamas out of the drawer and escaped into the bathroom. 

Slightly nervous about sleeping next to Matt, I was relieved to find him asleep or at least faking it, when I returned. I curled up on the opposite edge of the bed and prayed for sleep to come.

When I woke it was early, I couldn't lie next to Matt any longer without touching him. Wanting to get the frustration out of my system, I decided to go for a run. Quietly, I donned my jogging gear and then went to the desk to leave Matt a note. "I didn't want to wake you. I've gone for a run and to pick up breakfast. The towel on the chair is for you if you want a shower. I'll be back around nine. Help yourself to anything you need. -Laura"

I felt instantly relieved when I got outside, it felt good to clear my head and get rid of any pent up energy. I ran for about half an hour and then stopped at the coffee shop on the corner to pick up caffeine and bagels. 

I was trying to be quite when I returned, incase Matt was still asleep, instead I ended up surprising us both. I came in just as Matt was exiting the bathroom my towel was hung low around his waist and his chest glistening with beads of water. I wanted nothing more than to follow one of those drops of water with my tongue, licking my way up his perfect chest. We both stood there, staring at each other. I was busy trying to decide if I should play it cool or just go for it and jump him. Deciding I wasn't willing to risk it, I finally spoke, "I hope you're hungry, I have breakfast and coffee."

Matt smiled at my attempt to ignore the tension, "Cool, I'll just go change then."

Matt turned and walked into my bedroom, I continued to stand there, starring at his fine ass. When he shut the door, my trance finally broke, trying to shake it off I walked into the kitchen. 

I was sipping my coffee and picking at a bagel when Matt walked in and sat down at the kitchen table next to me. He looked totally refreshed from his shower I inhaled his sent of my flowery soap and stifled a giggle. Matt's cleanliness made me think of my own state; I must look a mess, all sweat covered, no makeup, hair frizzed, every guys' fantasy. 

I passed Matt a bagel and his cup of coffee, "Thanks for doing this, but next time I'm going for a run with you." 

I raised an eyebrow at him, "Is there going to be a next time? You had fun yesterday?"

Matt grinned, "I would love for there to be a next time. You showed me a good time and your friends were great."

"They didn't scare you off? You're not just being nice?"

"No, no they're just like my friends back home," Matt responded laughing.

I was totally relieved. "Do I need to get you home? When's your next shift?"

"Tonight, so yeah a ride would be great."

"Do you mind if I shower first? I would hate for you to be stuck in a car with me, all sweaty and stinky."

Matt laughed again, "You smell fine, but sure go ahead, I'm not in a hurry."

After my shower I took Matt home. We agreed that he'd call me after his shift and we'd hang.

For the next couple of weeks, we'd spend evenings and weekends that Matt had off together. I showed him around Seattle, doing touristy stuff and getting the lay of the land. We fell into an easy routine and friendship. Being with him was totally comfortable. Matt never made a move or gave me any significant invitation that he wanted to be more than friends. I tried to put those thoughts out of my head and just enjoy his company, but I often still found myself wanting to touch and kiss him.

***

September

Matt and I walked into my house after the game to find quite a few people there nursing a victory beer. I had taken Matt to experience a Husky football game first hand. After the game we'd grabbed a bite to eat and then went back to the house to regroup.

"What should we do tonight? We could go to the bar or head over to Johnnie's party."

"I'm cool with whatever," said Matt, being flexible.

I was turning to Mary to get her opinion, when my phone rang. It was Johnnie. "Hey, we were just trying to decide if we should come over or go to the bar. What's going on at you're place?"

"There's people here, but I wouldn't come over."

"Why not?"

"Dean's here. He came up for the game and he's crashing here. He says he wants to talk to you, wants you back. He's still my friend, but what he did to you was really fucked up so I thought I'd warn you. You should go to the bar."

My stomach sunk, Dean was the last person I wanted to see, "Thanks, Johnnie. What would I do without you?"

"Coffee Monday?"

"Yeah."

"Bye babe."

"Bye."

I hung up with Johnnie and looked up at Mary, avoiding Matt. I felt broken. "We're going to the bar. I'm just gonna go change and then we can go."

Mary looked confused, "Why aren't we going to Johnnie's? What did he say?"

"Dean's in town." I didn't need to say anything more; she knew what that meant.



Finding Mr. Right Ch. 05



Sorry guys, there's no sex in this chapter either. But I promise the action is coming soon.

Enjoy

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Matt's Perspective

My heart sank as Laura came down the stairs looking amazing. She had on a short, flowing, flower print dress and brown riding boots with a heal. Her hair was curled and pulled off her face. Her makeup was light and fresh, making her glow. I wanted nothing more then to hold her and touch her, to feel her in my arms. Instead I watched her gracefully glide down the stairs. 

She grabbed a sweater and clutch off the table and turned to me. "Ready to go."

"Yeah." I'd go anywhere with you.

We walked out the front door, Mary and a few other of their friends following. It was just a few blocks to the bar they hung out in, so we walked the short distance. It was perfect out, warm but not muggy, just comfortable. I spent the whole walk fighting the urge to take her hand in mine.

Walking in to the bar, Laura and I made our way over to the bartender to order. It was already crowded with post game fans, celebrating the Husky win. To my surprise, Laura ordered whisky, not her usual drink of gin and tonic. She had been quite the whole walk over, not really into what was going on around her, her mind was obviously else where. I thought it must have been the phone call from Johnnie. I hadn't heard her talk about Dean before, and the thought of a guy distracting her this much made me jealous.

Drinks in hand we sat down and started chatting. Laura still wasn't really paying attention, commenting occasionally on my analyses of the game. Laura drank quickly and often, obviously on a mission to numb whatever it was going on in her head. We'd had a few drinks, when she got up and headed over to the pool table, leaving me sitting by myself. 

I watched her rack the balls and break them. She knew what she was doing. I was enjoying watching her move around the table, bending over to make each shot, when Mary sat down next to me. 

"Not a good sign," she said.

"What?" I wasn't sure what Mary was getting at.

"Laura, when she's playing pool I know something's one her mind. Is she drinking whisky too?"

"Yeah, why." 

Mary took a deep breath before starting, "She's upset. Did she tell you about Dean?"

"No."

"Dean is this guy that she's known since grade school. Totally not her type. We weren't friends with him in high school. He had the reputation of being trouble and cheating on his girlfriends. You know the type."

I did, I'd been friends with guys like that. Fun to be around if your a guy but no good for any girl. It hurt me to think that Laura had fallen for a guy like that.

"Well last fall she ran into him. He was here for the UA v. UW game. She had been on the phone with me, complaining how she couldn't find a guy to pose for her drawing assignment. Dean over heard her and offered to help. Well after she drew him, they ended up hooking up."

I could feel myself stiffen; the thought of another guy touching Laura had me on edge.

"She thought it was just gonna be a fling, but he wanted more. So she told him straight up, I know your reputation, if we're gonna do this it's just me. No hooking up with girls in Arizona, if you want out, you tell me. He agreed and they started the long distance thing. He came up for Halloween and she went down for Thanksgiving and then he was home for Christmas. In the beginning they'd only go like three weeks without seeing each other."

Everything was good until like January/February. They hadn't seen each other in over a month and Laura started hearing things from friends in Arizona and friends here. She saw some funny stuff on his Facebook. It was clear he was cheating on her. She called him up right away and broke it off."

So when Johnnie called tonight and said Dean wanted to see her and wanted her back, well you can see how she is."

My heart sunk, if she was this upset she must still have feelings for him. "Did she love him? Will she go back to him?" I had to ask.

"No, she didn't love him. She had fun with him and the sex was good, but there was nothing more. I think it was hard for her to deny the fact that the bad boy from high school wanted her, so she went with it. There's no way she'll go back to him, she's totally done with him." 

I took a deep breath, slightly relieved. "Then why is she this upset?"

"Because she knew going into it that he would cheat on her and she did it anyway. All our friends knew it would happen and she's embarrassed. She knowingly let him play her and she hates herself for it. Her getting drunk tonight is about her being mad at herself, not him."

We were silent for a moment. I watched Laura sink another shot and thought about what Mary had just told me.

"Damn it. Dean just walked in with Johnnie. I better go say hi, distract Laura will ya?"

I got up and walked over to Laura at the pool table. Her back was to the front door as she lined up her last shot, she didn't know Dean was here yet. She looked up at me and then down at the ball. She slide the q-stick back and then brought it forward, hitting the ball with the perfect amount of momentum to send the ball flying across the table and sink the last ball into the corner pocket. 

"I'm impressed. You're really good. You'll have to give me a few pointer sometime."

"Sure." Laura handed her stick to the man waiting to use the table. Then she picked up her whisky and drained it. 

"Dance with me?"

"Why?"

"Because this is a good song." And I don't want you to see that Dean's here. I reached out for her hand; it fit perfectly in mine. Her skin touching me made my heart jump in my chest. I pulled her close to me, putting my other hand around her waist. Laura rested her free hand on my shoulder. I breathed in deeply savoring her flowery perfume, mixed with the spice of the whisky on her breath.

"He's here isn't he? And you're trying to distract me."

"Yeah, is it working?"

"I'd love to be able to say my full attention was here with you, enjoying the moment, but it's not. Mary told you didn't she?"

I was worried that she didn't want me to know. "Is that okay?"

"It's fine. You know it's not about him. I'm mad at myself for letting him."

"I know." We danced for awhile. I savored every minute I got to hold her close to me, hoping the song would never end.

When it did, Laura pulled away and looked up at me. "Take me home before I drink any more?"

I leaned forward and kissed her forehead. "Of course."

Laura's hand still in mine, we headed for the door. As we past our table, I grabbed her purse and sweater. I could see Dean eyeing us on our way out, but I just kept walking, directing Laura to the door, afraid of what I might do if we stopped to talk to him. 

It was a bit cooler outside now but still nice. Laura was obviously drunk. I held one hand around her waist, the other holding her hand trying to steady her. 

"I shouldn't have had that last one."

"Maybe the last two weren't the best idea."

"Probably not." 

We reached the front door and Laura fumbled with her keys. Giving up she handed them to me. "It's that one," she said pointing to the key that went in the door.

Once inside I struggled to get her upstairs, finally giving up I threw Laura over my shoulder to carry the rest of the way up. Laura was beyond the stage of protest, letting me willingly take control. When we got to her room, I gently put her down and held her for a moment until she steadied. Soon she let go of me and walked over to her closet, pulling off her dress. I went to the bed, pulled off my shirt and kicked off my shoes. Then I laid back and watched Laura undress. 

She wasn't usually so open in front of me, being drunk had obviously changed that. Her back to me I admired her ass covered by a pair of black boy shorts, as she bent over and took off her boots. Standing up she reached behind her and unhooked her bra. She tossed it on the floor and grabbed a wife beater out of her closet and put it on. 

Laura walked across the room and crawled into bed. She snuggled up to me, resting her head on my chest. Another thing she didn't usually do. She felt perfect there, like she was meant to fit in next to me. I could feel her hard nipples pushed against my chest through her tank top. I was thankful in that moment that she was drunk, or she might have noticed me beginning to get hard.

"Thanks for saving me tonight." Her hot breath on my chest sent tingles through me as she spoke. 

"From Dean?"

"No, from myself."

Shortly after that Laura was asleep. It was going to take me a considerable more amount of time to fall asleep. With Laura against me, my mind was full of all the things I wanted to do to her.



Finding Mr. Right Ch. 06



Oh my god, my head. What did I do last night? It slowly came back to me. Dean; the fucker. I shouldn't let it get to me like that, it's over and there's nothing I can do about it now, except maybe not drink so much. What else had I done, anything stupid? Flashes of the night ran through my head, taking shots, talking to Matt, the pool table, and dancing. I had danced with Matt, and if I hadn't drank so much I could have enjoyed it more, remembered it better. It had felt good to be in his arms, safe, warm. My cheeks pinked at the thought. He had been so caring and helpful, but part of me had wished that he'd taken advantage. If he wasn't gonna make a move when I was drunk, would he ever? I began to fantasize about him kissing, licking and stroking my body. The thoughts sent shivers through me and I began to get wet. 

Wait, what am I sleeping on? Under my hand was something firm and warm. I could feel my head moving up and down and a steady thumping in my ear. I ran my hand down farther until I hit fabric and something hard, really hard. 

My head shot up, realizing what I had been touching. I had fallen asleep on Matt and he was hard. "Sorry," I blurted out, barely looking at him. I jumped out of bed, grabbed a sweatshirt off the floor and walked out of the room.

I looked down at my self to survey the damage. Shit. I might as well be naked. I was wearing a pair of booty short and a tank top that you could clearly see my nipples through. Matt would have felt them against his chest. Wait he had been hard, was it because of me or just a morning wood thing?

I slid on my sweatshirt and walked into the kitchen, deciding it was best to just pretend nothing had happened. I opened the fridge and leaned in, "Do you want eggs, or there's toast or..."

I stopped mid sentence, feeling Matt's arms wrap around me from behind. He pulled me into him and whispered in my ear, "Don't be sorry because I definitely not." Matt turned me around so that I was facing him. He brought a hand up and ran it through my hair, resting it at the base of my head. My heart raced, my body coming alive at his touch. Matt leaned down towards me, touching his lips to mine. The kiss was light and breathy, Matt gently running his lips over mine, as if he was tasting me. Making sure I was on the same page, he pulled away and studied my face, and then returned to kissing me. He brushed kisses on my cheeks, nose, forehead, jaw line and eyes. Taking another good look at me, he ran his hand down my neck, sending shivers through me.

Matt's next kiss was full of force, he wasn't being gentle anymore and he showed it. He began devouring me, licking my lips and then thrusting his tongue into my mouth to stroke my own. Matt's kiss had me moaning into his mouth and sent my hands searching and feeling their way over his perfect chest and muscular arms. Soon I was matching his need with my own, pushing my way into his mouth to suck and massage his tongue. Matt's hands came down to clutch my ass, he lifted me off my feet, bringing me up to him. I wrapped my legs around him and started grinding into his growing erection. 

Matt sat me down on the counter and removed my sweatshirt and tank top in one foul swoop. His mouth moved to suck on my ear and then lick and kiss its way down my neck, while his hands came up to massage my breasts. I trembled against him, every stroke and lick making my pussy uncontrollably wet. Matt trailed his kisses down until he reached my breasts, he kissed and felt his way all around my boob, avoiding my nipple. My anticipation and need rang through me, with each pass he got closer and closer. Finally Matt flicked his tongue over my nipple, making my back arch, purring noises escaping from my lips. His lips came around my nipple and began to suck, sending my hand to the back of his head to hold him there. After thoroughly devouring my left breast, Matt moved his head to the right to continue his assault. The sensation on my right breast brought renewed sounds of pleaser to fall from my lips. 

The kisses began to trail lower, down my stomach and along my panty line. My pussy clenched at the approaching sensation. Legs still wrapped around Matt, he pulled away to disentangle himself and gently removed my panties. Once again he spread my legs on either side of him. Matt looked down to survey my body, making my heart race and blood boil. At the sight of my wet, gaping pussy, Matt licked his lips and grinned wickedly. 

Reaching for my right leg, Matt turned and started kissing his way up to my center. He licked at the juices that had run onto my inner thighs, and then continued down my left leg. Matt's hands came up to stroke around my center, while his eyes watched my face. Without warning Matt shoved two fingers inside of me, my pussy clenched down around him and a quite scream escaped me. Continuing to watch my face, Matt smiled viciously at the pleasure he was giving me. He began to brush him thumb lightly over my clit. Matt's diving fingers and stimulating thumb had me nearly at my brink when he suddenly removed his hand, leaving me empty and begging. 

Matt licked at his dripping hand before bringing a deep kiss to my lips. I could taste myself on him, mixed with his heat and spice. Breaking our kiss, Matt pulled my ass to the edge of the counter and spread my legs wide. Kneeling in front of me, Matt brought his face to my pussy and began to lick. Unintelligible noises were coming from me, my back arched in an effort to bring me closer to Matt's tongue and my hand searched out the back of his head, encouraging his efforts. Matt's tongue was diving into my gaping pussy, fucking me deeper and deeper with each thrust. He brought his thumb back to my clit and started to rub. My whole body began to tremble, I started thrusting my hips into Matt's tongue, my pussy clenched, sending juices spilling out of me. I screamed out, coming hard on Matt's face. 

After shocks still flowing through me, Matt continued to lick, devouring all me juices. When I was finally clean, Matt stood only to have me pull him to my waiting lips. I kissed and licked his lips and chin, cleaning myself off of him in return. Satisfied, I reached into Matt's shorts and began to stoke him, signaling what I wanted next. All our foreplay had him raging; I could feel precum along the tip of his waiting cock. Matt undid his pants and let them fall to the floor, my hand still wrapped around him; I pulled him towards me, aligning him with my waiting cunt.

Slowly, Matt pushed the tip of his cock inside of me and stopped to kiss his lips at my own. I tried to push myself onto him, begging to have him inside of me, but Matt held firmly onto me hips, not letting me move. As I whimpered into his mouth, I could feel Matt smile under my kiss. Still lapping at my lips, Matt abruptly pushed the rest of the way inside of me. I was filled to the brink, his long thick cock reaching every part of m; I was tight and perfect around him. Our lips came apart as Matt began to trust into me fast and hard. With every plunge, I grew tighter and tighter.

Soon I was screaming my way to my second orgasm. Matt kissed at my gasping lips while I recovered. Satisfied that I was ready for more, he picked me up off the counter. My legs were wrapped around him and he was still inside of me as he walked into my room and lay me down on the bed. Matt held himself over me, moving in and out of me in long slow strokes, I raked my fingers down his back and bit my lip in pleasure. I pulled Matt down closer, so that with every stroke my nipples would brush along Matt's chest. 

We lasted an eternity like this, until finally Matt's breathing became shallow and he started to grunt with each thrust. With a final deep thrust, Matt released inside of me. Feeling his hot cum shooting inside of me, I came hard, clamping down around him. Trying to hold myself together, I bit down lightly on Matt's shoulder. 

Spent, Matt rolled off of me and pulled me close, continuing to kiss me and stroke my stomach. Neither of us had said a word since before Matt grabbed me in the kitchen. I decided to brake the trance, "I thought you were never going to make a move."

Matt chuckled, "Are you kidding, I've wanted you since the first second I saw you covered in whipped cream. It was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."

"Then what took you so long?"

"I had to make sure there were no other guys. That first day you bitched out that guy on the phone, so I decided to wait. Then I started falling for you, the more time I spent with you the more perfect you were and I started to loose my nerve. And then I really lost my nerve last nigh. Part of me thought you still wanted Dean. But after sleeping next to you all last night, I couldn't take it any more, so I took my chance."

"You know, it may not seem like it but everything is more than over with both of them. I'm really not the type of girl that has a bunch of drama and an ex list a mile long. You just came along at the right time to get the wrong impression."

"I know you're not." Matt paused, sincerity in his eyes. "If you don't mind me asking, why didn't things work out with either of them?"

"Neither of them were in a position to give me what I wanted."

"I'm not sure if it's just what you want, I think it's what you need. You need to be loved. You need a man whose gonna take care of you. I'm already falling for you and I want nothing more than to take care of you."

The look in his eyes told me he was dead serious. I brought my hand up and stroked his cheek; I kissed at his lips, overcome with emotion. He already knew me so well. "This is crazy."

"How is it crazy?"

"It's crazy that we've only known each other a few weeks and we're already feeling this way. You make me feel so safe. Every look, every touch from you makes me wild. I want to be with you all the time." Matt's lips stopped me before I could say anything more.



Finding Mr. Right Ch. 07



Sorry it took a little while; I was out of town and then had a bit of writer's block. But here it is.

There is quite a jump in time, but this isn't meant for you to have every detail of Laura's life; just the bits and pieces that get her to her final destination.

I don't tell you who's perspective your reading from in the beginning; just go with it. It's a surprise when you find out who it is!

Enjoy! Thanks and please vote!

F.Y.I. There are two more chapters after this.

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Spring, two and a half years later

I had come to relish my Fridays, the perfect end to the week and perfect start to the weekend. With no classes to attend, my roommate, Ryan, and I used the free mornings for a pick up game of basketball. This morning we were both in dire need of caffeine if we didn't want to get our asses handed to us. Starbucks in hand, Ryan and I grabbed a table, killing time until our game.

Up until now I had been listening to Ryan rant on about his latest troubles with his girlfriend Melissa, but my attention stopped dead as I noticed the brunette at the counter. She stood tall in pair of black pumps, fitted pencil skirt and slinky emerald green blouse. She was busy looking into her large purse, while the cashier waited patiently to be paid. When she pulled her wavy hair from her eyes, I instantly realize who she was. 

My breath caught. No other woman had ever gotten my attention the way Laura did and this time was no different. She had broken my heart and I'd let her. I still hadn't forgiven myself for not fighting for her and I had a feeling she hadn't either. 

Without a second thought I left Ryan talking to himself at the table, and I made my way up to the counter where Laura was digging in her purse, the cashier still waiting for her to pay. 

Apprehensive, I took a deep breath and dove in, "I got this."

Laura didn't look up, continuing to search. "Thanks, but I know it's in here."

"Laura, it's okay, I got it."

At the sound of her name, Laura looked up startled, which quickly turned to shock and then total composure. "Thanks Cam." Her perfect porcelain skin had colored at the sight of me; it was the same way she heated when I'd stare at her beautiful naked body before devouring her. I smiled to myself, knowing I still had an effect on her.

I handed the cashier a bill and walked with Laura over to the bar to wait for her coffee. Though she stood next to me, Laura felt miles away. Usually I'll I had to do to read her was look into her bright blue eyes and I'd see all I need to know. But right now it was her body language showing her reluctance, while her eyes gave away nothing. If anything was going to happen it was obvious that I was going to have to make the first move.

"Zach didn't tell me you were in town. He usually mentions it."

"That's cuz he doesn't know. I didn't think I was going to have time to see him, so I thought it better if he just didn't know I was here."

That seemed like code for, there's no way I'm seeing you again after I walk out of here. I took my chance anyway, "So I guess that means you can't have dinner with me tonight."

Laura's eyes flashed at the suggestion; I tried not to smile at the flicker of hope. "Actually, my dinner meeting was canceled. I was just going to order room service and try to get some work done, but I guess I could have dinner with you instead." Laura's order was called up on the bar; she took it and got ready to leave. "I need to get to my meeting, so why don't you text me and let me know a time and place and I'll meet you there."

No longer able to control myself, I felt a huge grin spread across my face. "Okay, see you then."

Laura left leaving me dumbfounded. I watched her walk into the sunshine and disappear before turning and heading back to Ryan. My head buzzed, unable to process what had just happened and slightly unsure if it had been real. Dazed, I sat down with Ryan again and took along swig of coffee. 

Ryan started at me in awe, waiting for an explanation. "What the fuck was that?"

I put my coffee down and took a deep breath, "That was Laura."

Ryan's eyes grew wide in comprehension. "As in..."

"Zach's sister," I finished.

"Holy shit. Wait she was the one..."

"That got away."

Ryan breathed in deeply, studying my reaction. "Dude you're fucked."

I looked away, muttering to myself, "Yeah am I."

***

I walked out of Starbucks and into the blinding sunshine, ready to scream. Frick, Frick, Frick, Frick! How does he do this to me? How is it I just agreed to dinner with him? Oh fuck, I'm gonna be sick.

Time has played a mean trick on me; not being around him for so long I'd forgotten how much I wanted him, still want him. I thought I was over it, over him, but really it was just time making me forget. I don't know if that's a blessing because then I didn't have to remember what I was missing or just incredibly cruel because what I thought I felt turned out to be a lie. 

It was the last thing I needed right before my meeting, to be shaken so deeply to my core, to have my mind totally consumed by something other than my work. Wanting nothing more than to get in my car and drive really fast with the music way up, I quickly racked my brain for another tactic to calm my nerves and clear my head. 

No longer needing my coffee to get my adrenalin pumping, I tossed it and started walking the few blocks to my meeting, taking long deep breaths as I went. You can do this. You will rock this. Over and over again I repeated the mantra, until I reached the building. Taking one last deep breath I opened the door letting myself inside and leaving Cam outside where he belonged.

***

When I saw the look of lust on the matradee, I couldn't help but thank my Mom for the always be prepared when packing gene. If I was going to have to see Cam there was only one way I was going to do it: looking damn good. I had pieced together an outfit that I never would have worn together for a work event; edgy black patent pumps had me walking confidently in a satin sapphire dress with a sweet-heart neckline and cap sleeves, it hugged my body perfectly, over the dress I wore a short black leather jacket and my hair hung in waves, framing my face. It was the perfect mix of edgy and sexy.

The matradee led me through the restaurant to where Cam was sitting. He noticed me mid way though my walk outside to him. Seeing me, he stood. At first I was sure it was to just be polite, but once he started starting it just got awkward. I was already sitting before he realized what he was doing.

Trying to recover, Cam bent down to give me a kiss hello on the cheek. "You look amazing."

I smiled at his somewhat smooth recovery. "You clean up pretty well yourself." It wasn't a lie; I had been too flustered this morning to really notice him. He had grown up considerably in our four years apart. There was nothing boyish about the man sitting across from me now. His face had hardened, but was still warmed by his brown eyes. His now broad shoulders filled out his suit perfectly, giving me the feeling that the rest of him had filled in just as wonderfully.

Cam pulled me from my assessment by speaking again. "Before anything else I have to clear the air. The last time I saw you I was a total jackass. That text message was totally uncalled for. All I can say is that I was nervous about seeing you at the house, so I had some drinks and then when I got there you were with another guy. I was jealous and drunk and I took it out on you."

"Cam, it's okay. It was along time ago."

"It wasn't okay. And I'm glad you yelled at me, it was what I needed to hear."

I smiled at him, remembering how I had bitched him out.

"You were right anyway. If we had stayed together it never would have lasted. I didn't understand, having not been to college yet, just what it would have been like."

"It's nice to hear, that I made the right decision, because it was really hard for me to do, letting you go like that. Knowing that you wouldn't understand until much later. I hated that you hated me."

"I didn't hate you, I wanted you." Cam tried to smile, ignoring how serious our conversation had become. "Anyway, how is Matt?"

I half chocked on my sip of water. "You're really out of the loop. I mean it's been like a year and a half, Zach didn't tell you?"

Cam looked absolutely confused and slightly worried about what he'd been missing. "Tell me what?"

"We broke up."

"Wow, Zach never... I just would have thought." Cam stopped, trying to regain his composure. "From what I heard it always just seemed like you were really happy with him and Zach said he was totally cool, which I know he never liked any of the guys you dated before, so I figured... I don't know I guess I just thought that he was it for you."

I smiled at him, trying to tell him it wasn't a big deal. It was cute how relieved he seemed. "So Zach usually gives you the gossip, huh?"

This made Cam crack, smiling a little now, he continued, "No, I don't know, it's not like we talk about you all the time. He just usually mentions major things."

"It's cool, it's just funny that Zach's your source. I mean he has to be the worse person when it comes to telling people what's going on. He tends to leave out key events and major details. You should know that."

Cam was laughing now, "You know, come to think of it you're right. He's never been good with gossip." It felt good to relax and make fun of Zach, it was something we'd always enjoyed doing. "Do you mind if I ask what happened?"

"I think we were together out of convenience. It was easy and comfortable but there was never that feeling like I had to have him in my life or things just wouldn't be right, you know?

"When it started things were different, we needed each other. He had just moved to Seattle and I needed someone safe and stable. We probably could have taken the easy way out and stayed together, but both us knew we had out grown the relationship. I think we both knew there was something more out there for us." 

I wanted to tell him that it wasn't like being with him, but I wasn't sure how he would take it. "We didn't push each others' buttons either, none of that witty banter, I hate you right now and yet have never wanted you more." I smiled at Cam hoping he'd get at what I was trying to say.

"We had that."

I looked up from the salad I'd been pushing around my plate, Cam's smile was so warm I wanted to melt. "We did." I wasn't sure I could handle where this conversation was heading. "Your turn. What about you and the ladies?"

Cam looked slightly frazzled, "Ah well freshman year was kind of a mess, lots of drunken one night stands." He looked away, obviously not wanting to see the disapproval in my face.

I couldn't really blame him; I'd spent that next six months in a relationship devoid of everything but sex. "That's probably my fault." I didn't want him to feel too guilty. 

Cam smiled, "You're right, it was your fault."

I smiled back, "I know you, there had to have been someone."

"Midway through sophomore year I met some one, it only lasted about nine months. And I haven't really dated anyone serious since then."

Before I knew it we were done with dinner, it had gone so smoothly; him talking about school and I about work, we were never devoid of conversation. 

As we reached Cam's car he opened the door for me. "Let me take you to your hotel, that way you don't have to call a cab."

"It's really not that far, I can just walk." I was scared that if I got in the car with him there would be no turning back, and I hadn't decided how I wanted this evening to end yet. As much as I wanted him, I knew that if he wasn't ready for more than just sex, then I shouldn't have sex with him at all. It would be too hard later.

Cam smiled at me as if he were aware of my inner turmoil. "You don't have a choice, you're getting in."

Unsure how to argue my case, I slid on to his leather seat and took a deep breath once he shut the door. The whole ride went by in silence, while my inner monolog sounded like a fight between several people. I was so consumed with myself that it took me a few moments to realize that we were parked in front of my hotel. 

Still completely unsure about things, I decided to leave the window of opportunity opened. "The company I met with today sent a bottle of wine to my hotel room. If you can't come have a glass you should at least come get the bottle. All I have is carry on luggage and it would be a shame to waste it, it's really nice wine."

The grin on Cam's face and glint in his eye almost had me wishing I hadn't said anything. "I have all the time in the world for a glass of wine with you."

I shook all the way up to the hotel, knowing that there was no turning back now. If Cam really made a move, I knew I wasn't going to be able to stop him.

When the elevator doors opened, Cam placed a hand on the small of me back and guided me inside. Even with the fabric of my dress between us my skin instantly tingled at his touch. I pressed the button to my floor and went to stand beside Cam in the back of the elevator. Before the doors could close a mad rush of people from a wedding party pushed their way inside. 

Making space, Cam pulled me out of the way to stand in front of him. His hands continued to rest on my hips, guiding me into him. A soft moan escaped my lips when I felt Cam's growing erection press into the small of my back. Cam chuckled low in my ear at the sound of my escaped ecstasy. 

The large group exited on the next floor, leaving Cam and I alone. He continued to hold me against him, pressing himself into me. I felt hot and cold all over; Cam's deep breathing in my ear sent shivers through me while his urgency heated my back. 

Finally arriving at my floor, I quickly pulled away from Cam and walked out, feeling flushed. Walking past the mirror in front of the elevator, I caught the reflection of Cam's cocky smile, making my stomach dropped in anticipation of his next touch. 

I reached my room and slipped the key card into the slot; before I could pull it out, Cam's hand was around mine, stopping me. Confused at his action, I turned my head to look up at him. Instead of an explanation, there was only heat in Cam's eyes. A hand on my hip turned my body to face him as his lips came down to meet mine. 

Any reluctance I had fled the second Cam's lips found mine. I had forgotten what it was like to kiss Cam; there was no better pleasure. He still melted me in every way possible, though now there was a confidence that wasn't there before. His lips were telling me exactly how hot he was for me and that he knew how hot I was for him. 

Lost in deep passion, I felt the door give way beneath me as Cam opened it and pushed us inside. My back slammed into the wall next to the door as Cam pinned me against it. His hands were searching my body, stroking and rubbing all the right places, until finally they rested on my back opening the zipper of my dress. 

Cam let his lips leave mine to watch my body as he slid the straps of my dress off my shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. There was a deep intake of breath from Cam as his gaze fell upon my naked breasts and pussy. My chest heaved waiting for his touch, but Cam just continued to stare, his heat filled look penetrating my core. 

Cam reached out a hand and started tracing my neck and clavicle. Shivers ran through me as his fingers fell to my chest and then around my breasts like a figure eight and down on to my stomach.

Removing his fingers from my stomach, Cam stepped towards me to whisper in my ear. "You're even more beautiful than I remember." I felt my cheeks blush deeply at his complement.

Slowly Cam's tongue began to follow the trail his fingers had left. From my ear, around my breasts and down to my stomach Cam's tongue moved, until he reached the point where his fingers had stopped.

Pausing for a moment Cam looked up into my eyes, making sure I saw the wicked grin that spread across him face. He wanted me to know what was coming. I needed nothing more than that smile to tell me where his head was at.

Cam bent down in front of me, grabbing my right leg and placing it over his shoulder and then he began to lick. The strokes started out long and slow, capturing every drop I left for him.

Suddenly my eyes snapped shut at the wonderfully abrupt feeling of Cam's fingers in my pussy. Never forgetting what I liked, instantly Cam found my gspot while his tongue continued to torture my clit. It was all like an instant rush of pleasure bringing me to the brink faster than I could have imagined. 

"Look at me. I want to see your eyes when you come."

I opened my eyes to find Cam staring up intently at me. That final look was all I needed, my knees buckled and my hands grasped at the wall looking for something to ground me as the waves of pleasure started to hit. Cam removed his fingers and moved them to my clit as I continued to come.

Knowing I still had more to give, Cam didn't stop; he used his tongue and finger on my clit until I was squirting an irrepressible stream that had me screaming.

When I finally came back to earth, I found Cam up and holding me tight around the waist so I wouldn't collapse.

Cam groaned in my ear, "I love it when you do that for me. You have no idea how many times I've thought about you squirting."

I smiled into his neck, relishing his confession. "You're still the only one," I whispered back.

Cam pulled back to look at me, boyish grin of satisfaction on his face. "Really?"

"Even when I'm by myself, I'm always thinking of you when it happens."

I deep growl escaped Cam's lips, "That has to be the hottest thing I've ever heard. Knowing I'm the only one that makes you squirt, you have no idea what that does to me." Cam's lips were back on mine in a furry, his hands bring mine over my head, pinning me to the wall.

I broke our kiss so I could look him in the eye. "Show me what it does to you." As my request fell from my lips, I removed a hand from Cam's grasp and brought it down to cup and stroke his erection. 

Cam cupped my ass fiercely, bringing me up to straddle him. His lips turned to devouring me again while he carried me across the room to the bed.

Leaving me kneeling on the bed, Cam took a few steps back and began to undress. Wanting desperately to touch him, I reached my hands out and grabbed Cam's shirt, pulling him back towards me.

A slight moan escaped my lips when my hands finally made contact with his broad chest. Slowly I ran my fingers up and over his shoulders, removing his shirt as I went. The feel of his warm skin under my hands made me realize how badly I was craving to taste him.

I wrapped a hand around Cam's neck and pulled him into me. With one long stroke I licked up his neck and then started to nip at his ear, causing Cam to grown from deep within.

Satisfied that I had gotten his attention, I pushed myself back from him, moving towards the center of the bed. I sat there staring at him wantonly, while he slowly removed his pants to reveal my desire.

Cam moved forward, crawling on the bed towards me, only to have me turn over and brace my hands on the headboard.

I waited patiently for Cam to make his move, but it never came. I knew he must be staring at pink pussy lips peaking out from between my legs.

I turned my head around and smiled at him, "Are you gonna fuck me or what?"

My comment achieved its desired effect, drawing Cam from his trance and making him laugh. "What happened to the girl I had to seduce at the door?"

"She liked what she saw and now she wants more," I taunted back.

Turning back to the wall, I felt Cam move up behind me. I flinched at the sensation of Cam's lips kissing their way up my spine. With one hand, he pulled the hair from around my face onto one side so his tongue could tease my ear.




Finding Mr. Right Ch. 07



"I think I can satisfy that request." Cam's hot breath sent chills over me.

Cam pulled back from me slightly, his hands running over my ass. My body twitched hard when I felt the tip of his cock brush over my wet lips. Slowly he rubbed himself over me, sending my anticipation to new heights.

Torturing me, Cam leisurely pushed into my tight hole. He held my hips firmly, stopping me from slamming back and onto him, the way he knew I wanted to. Inch by inch he drew out the pleasure.

When I was finally full, he pulled back slowly, leaving me with just his tip. Without warning he slammed back into me, making me scream. Over and over he did this, riding me hard.

Cam reached out a hand to my shoulder and pulled me back, so that I was kneeling in front of him, his chest pressed into my back. With our new closeness, Cam began to lick and kiss at my neck and ear. My body chilled with his hot breath on my skin.

Soon he reached a hand around to my front. He stroked me as his cock fucked me.

My body was a bundle of nerves at its breaking point. I tensed and fell forward, trying to curl my body. Cam held me at the waist, keeping me from collapsing.

My orgasm hit and I fell back into Cam, screaming out as the first wave hit. Cam drew out my orgasm with a few more strokes, before he pushed deep inside me and burst.

Unable to hold him and I up anymore, Cam collapsed onto the bed, bringing me with him. We lay snuggled together; Cam still inside me, while our breathing slowly came back to normal.

"I never stopped," Cam whispered in my ear.

I turned over so I could face him, "You never stopped what?"

Cam searched my eyes, his face intense. "Loving you."

Instantly a tear ran down my face. I knew this was where I was always meant to be the second Cam had touched me again. But hearing the words fall from his lips was something I had desperately needed.

Cam's hand reached out and cupped my face, his thumb wiping away my tears. "No tears."

I smiled weakly up at him, "They're good tears, I promise." I kissed at his lips, trying to reassure him. "I'm sorry that I never got to tell you that I loved you too. It wasn't that I didn't, I did; I still do. I just never would have been able to let you go if I'd have said it."

A sigh of relief rushed from Cam's lips, "Say it again."

I smiled widely at him, "I love you Cameron Price."

The second the words were out, Cam's lips were hungrily devouring mine, bring with them a long night of lovemaking.

***

I awoke to the wonderfully content feeling of being held by the man I loved. The utter amazement of the situation brought a smile to my face. Even in his deep state of sleep Cam held me tight; I had to struggle to peak over him and look at the clock.

While it was still early, there wasn't nearly enough time for Cam and I to resolve anything before my flight. Knowing that neither of us was ready for this weekend to end, I snuck out of Cam's embrace and crept to the bathroom.

I wrapped Cam's shirt around me, grabbed my cell phone off the counter and sat down on the toilet. I called the airlines and hotel, changing my departure to tomorrow.

With business taken care of I got up and stared at myself in the mirror. I had yet to process everything that had happened. Never one to just be able to enjoy the moment, my mind began to race with all the logistics this relationship would entail; assuming that's what was happening. We love each other, so this is going to be a real relationship, right?

This obviously was something I wasn't going to be able to figure out by myself, it was going to take both of us. I took a deep breath and splashed some water on my face preparing to exit the bathroom and face reality.

Cam instantly spotted me standing in the doorway wearing his shirt and a big grin erupted on his face. "I was beginning to think you'd fallen in the toilet or something."

I half smiled at his lame comment as I walked over to where Cam sat at the table. On it was way too much food for two people. I sat down in the chair and straddled him, giving him a good morning kiss. "And what's all this?" I moved on to kissing his jaw while I waited for a response. My body had overruled my worries the second I saw him, talking would have to wait.

I heard a rush of air escape him before he responded; "I thought you might be hungry after last night." Ignoring him and the food I continued my kisses down onto Cam's chest, while my hands ran up and down his arms.

"Mmmmm, what I'm hungry for definitely isn't on the hotel menu," I said in between kisses.

I pulled at the sheet around Cam's waist until I found what I was looking for. Grabbing his cock in my hand, I slid to the floor to kneel in front of him. I looked up into his eyes, wanting to see his reaction as I licked my way from the base of his cock to the tip. Cam's eyes rolled back into his head and a hiss of appreciation escaped his mouth while my tongue continued to worship him.

When Cam could no longer stand it, he pulled my hair, dragging my mouth away from him. I looked up at him confused, more than happy to make him come with my mouth.

"Get up here, I want to come in your pussy." I smiled at him; that sounded more than good to me.

I climbed into his lap once more and straddled him. Holding Cam at my entrance, I pushed myself down onto him, taking him fully with hesitation.

I moaned my deep satisfaction with having him buried inside me. While I began to ride up and down, Cam worked at unbuttoning my shirt. Once open, he pushed the shirt off my shoulders, giving him perfect access to my breasts and a fantastic view of our joined bodies.

As we both got closer to coming, I brought one hand down and began rubbing at my clit. The extra sensation brought the waves of my orgasm on fast and strong. My body tensed hard, fingers digging into Cam's shoulder, toes curling. My head fell back and I spasm hard around Cam's cock, causing him to shoot his release inside me.

When the aftershocks started to slow, my head fell to Cam's shoulder in exhaustion. Cam pulled my hair from my sweat covered face and then began to stroke my back soothing me.

"I could watch you do that all day," he said, leaning in and kissing my forehead.

"Well then I guess it's a good thing I changed my ticket to tomorrow, so now you really can watch me come all day."

***

I stood next to the car and waited while Cam pulled my bag out of the trunk. People all around us were saying goodbye to loved ones as cars whizzed past them. Cam set my bag on the curb and came to stand in front of me.

"We're really doing this," I said, a bit of questioning in my voice.

Cam pushed a piece of hair out of my face and tucked it behind my ear, "We are really doing this. I'll be done with school in a few months then I'll move home and we can be together."

I smiled back at him. Cam leaned into me, his lips hovering above mine, "Don't worry Laura; there is no way I'm letting you go again."




Finding Mr. Right Ch. 08



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May

"How did your finals go?"

Cam sighed on the other end of the phone before answering. "Pretty well, mostly I'm just happy to be done."

I walked down the hall bypassing the trash and pizza boxes of the college apartment building. "I know; you really are done now. So plans to go party tonight?" 

Another heavy sigh came from the phone, "Not really, all I want to do is sleep, plus I think I was the first person done. Almost everyone else still has something."

I sighed relief, as I stood in front of Cam's apartment door. Covering the mouthpiece I knocked. Cam's roommate Ryan answered the door. Quickly I brought a finger to my mouth signaling Ryan to be quiet. 

Pushing my way into the room I held fifty bucks out to him. "If I give you this will you promise to be gone as long as humanly possible?"

Ryan nodded, slightly dumbfounded and grabbed the cash. "There's another fifty in it for you, if you don't come home tonight," I called after him.

While Cam continued to tell me about his finals, I walked down the hall towards his room and knocked. 

"Come in," Cam yelled from inside and the other end of the phone. 

I pushed my way through the door to find Cam sitting on his bed, talking to me on the phone.

Cam looked up at me and a shocked expression came over him. "W-what are you doing here?" Cam asked, still holding the phone to his ear.

I smiled at him seductively, "I'm here to give you your graduation gift. I noticed you had a few days between the end of classes and when your family gets in so I thought this would be the perfect opportunity." Slowly I started undoing the buttons on my jacket. "I've spent a lot of time trying to think of the perfect gift for you and then I realized I didn't need to buy you anything, because I already had it to give you." I opened my jacket revealing my nonexistent outfit. "My virginity."

Cam looked at my confused as he struggled not to look at the extremely see-through lingerie I had on and focus on what I had just said. "You're not a virgin," Cam spit out, finally closing his phone.

I removed my coat and walk towards the bed where Cam sat. "Technically there is one area where I still am." I reached a hand out and traced a finger along his chest.

Cam swallowed hard as he realized what I was asking him to do, but just continued to stare at my nipples pushing against the thin material of my bra. I thought he would have made a move by now or at least said something. 

I'd give it one more try. I reached up and pulled at my hard nipples over my mesh bra. "But if you don't want to, I'm sure-," I didn't get to finish. 

Somewhere in the middle of my sentence Cam stood up and grabbed my hips, quickly turning me around and throwing me onto the bed. I squealed at his sudden action and then smiled up at him. 

His look was dark and intense; I knew I wouldn't have to push him anymore; he was totally in charge now. 

He reached for my foot and ran his hand up my leg until he reached my center. Slowly he traced his index finger down my wet panties. He came back up for another pass, this time pressing harder so the mesh of my panties rubbed against my clit. I arched back and moaned. 

Before I could get used to the ruff sensation, Cam was tearing me from my panties and kneeling before me. An abrupt lick at my dripping folds had me grabbing the sheets. His hot wet tongue lapped up everything I had to offer.

Cam's licks became torturous. They were slow and lingering and he knew it. Finally he delved a finger into my waiting hole and licked harder at my clit. The sensation had my walls gripping hard around him.

Just when he had me at the brink, I felt the loss of his finger. I moan my displeasure at him, only to receive a wicked chuckle. And then I felt it again, running lazily over the bud of my ass. 

I felt a hitch in my breath as my nerves caught up with my arousal. Slowly he pushed it in and sucked hard at my clit all at once, my nerves were instantly gone, replaced only by pleasure. I screamed and pulled at the sheets as I exploded into his mouth. 

Before I could recover, Cam was flipping me over and drawing me against him. I leaved into his firm chest at my back and sighed at the sensation of his hands running over me, his firm cock pressed against my ass, the smell of my arousal and the anticipation of sex in the air. 

Cam sucked at my ear for a moment and then ran his hand down my spine, pushing me forward and onto my hands. The smooth head of his cock brushed over my wet folds and then plunged inside. We both groaned at the welcomed sensation. 

He fucked me slow and hard for a few moments and then stopped. I felt him spread my legs farther apart and then spit on my as. It ran through my crack and I shuddered. He ran his finger around my rim once more and then push two fingers deep inside. 

I moaned hard and felt my pussy clench around his cock. I felt so full. My hips started to move on their own and Cam had to steady me with his free hand. 

Finally Cam pulled away with his hips, as he pushed back he pulled with his fingers. Over and over he filled me with his opposite movements. My orgasm built deep and fast, having never felt so much pleasure at once. Sweat was dripping down my breasts, begging me to pull at them.

My orgasm ripped through me once more and felt myself clench hard around Cam's cock and fingers. Somewhere through my pleasure I heard him groan, but still he held strong. 

Deep aftershocks still ran through me when I felt myself empty and then the headed of Cam's cock waiting at the entrance of my ass. My nerves flew back into my stomach and I held my breath, hoping that it would be more pleasure than pain. Slowly he pushed the tip in. I took a sharp intake of breath at the pain and then felt myself relax around him. Having felt it too, Cam pushed the rest of the way in, until his hips were rested against me. 

Cam stretched me in a whole new way, slowly pulling out and pushing in. Both of us were breathing hard, me so tight around him, him so full inside me. 

His thrust became harder, deeper and his hand came back to my center. Over and over he pushed into me, his hand strumming at my clit. "Come for me baby, squirt for me and come."

At his words I lost it, he pumped deep inside me and rubbed me franticly. I came hard screaming out and squirting wet streams onto his bed and hand. 

I'm sure it was the clenching of my ass around his cock that sent him off. He pumped into me a few more times and then spilled his hot cum inside me. I squirted again at the warm feeling of him coming so deep inside me. 

Neither one of us could stay upright anymore. Cam pulled out of me and we both collapsed on the bed. He pulled me to him and I rested my head on his chest. His heart sounded like it would rocket out of his chest, both of us still breathing rapidly. My whole body tingled, his hand on my waist felt like fire.

Finally I felt we had both come back to earth. "I have one more gift for you." I paused, unlike his first gift I wasn't sure what Cam would think of the next one. "What would you think of moving in with me after graduation?" I held my breath, letting my remark hover between us. 

Cam pulled me off his chest and sat up to look at me. "Really? I've wanted to talk to you about it but I didn't think you were ready." His lips rushed down to mine and kissed me for the first time since I had surprised him. I revealed in the wonderful feeling for a moment and then pushed him off.

"Wait, before you get too excited, we'll have to tell Zach first."



Finding Mr. Right Ch. 09



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Cam--

"Dude who is she? I can't believe I haven't gotten it out of you; you can't keep a secret to save your life."

Bobby was right; it was quite the miracle that I'd managed to keep things so under the radar. Normally I would have told anyone and everyone. It was so out of character for me; even now when I was supposed to be telling him, I didn't want to. The shit was about to hit the fan and as much as I wanted the world to know about Laura and I, I was pretty sure our world wasn't ready for it.

Laura and I had agreed we'd meet Bobby and his girlfriend Allison for drinks and I'd tell them everything before she got there. It was supposed to be my dry run before tomorrow when I would tell Zach. 

All Bobby knew was that he was meeting my new girlfriend. It was obvious that he was waiting for details, the way he was looking at me, like come on dude give it up. 

I had waited too long though, Laura was walking towards us and there wasn't time, Bobby was going to have to find out the blunt way. 

Laura looked fabulous as ever in slacks and a low cut tank top; she may have been in her work attire, but she still got my blood pumping.

She walked past Bobby and Allison and over to my side of the table. Placing her hand on my chin, she turned my head towards her to give me a hello kiss. 

While Laura took her place next to me I turned back to Bobby for his reaction. As called for, there was blatant shock all over his face. Bobby's mouth was half opened and his eyes couldn't have been wider if I pulled his lids apart. 

"Oh fuck, Cam you didn't tell him?" Having seen Bobby's face, Laura was looking at me now for an explanation. "This was your practice run, what the hell are you going to do tomorrow?" Not knowing what to say I just looked back at Bobby and shrugged my shoulders sorry. 

Laura turned to Allison, "I'm sorry you're so out of the loop, Cam was supposed to have taken care of that. The reason why Bobby is in an intense state of shock right now is because I'm Zach's older sister." 

Understanding quickly came to Allison, "Oh wow, I see."

"Yeah, so why don't you and I go get me a drink and let Cam do what he should gave done a half hour ago." Hastily Allison and Laura headed up to the bar, but not before Laura could give me an intense look of displeasure. 

The second the girls were out of ear shot, Bobby started in on me. "This is a fucking joke right? I mean I know you always had a thing for her, but seriously you..." Bobby stopped mid sentence new understanding coming to him. "Oh fuck, Zach doesn't know does he? He is going to fucking kill you. You know how he feels about Laura. This better be worth your friendship because I don't know what's gonna be left of it after this."

Bobby would have been right if this had just been about sex, but it wasn't. "Are you finished?" Bobby nodded. "I love her." 

Bobby half choked on his drink, "How the hell did that happen?"

It wasn't like they were all oblivious to us flirting over the years. "Oh please, don't act like your surprised. I've always loved her. But if you mean how did we finally get together, we'd have to go back four years."

This time Bobby almost spit out his drink. "Four years? What the fuck? What else haven't you been telling me?"

"Don't worry we haven't been together for the last four years. There was a considerable gap." Bobby's eyebrows were raised, he was obviously curious now. 

"You managed to keep this a secret for four years? It's like I don't even know you."

"Don't be ridiculous; this is probably the only thing I've ever manage to keep a secret. We hooked up for about a minute that summer before we went to college. Then in March she was in town for work and we ran into each other. I took her to dinner and we've been together ever since."

"That's nice and all but seriously, how's the sex?"

I'd been waiting for this since the second he found out. "I'm not gonna tell you that, it's Laura. She's like your sister."

"Exactly! She's like your sister."

That's where Bobby got it wrong. "No I never thought of her that way, the rest of you did but I didn't."

I could tell from the smile on Bobby's face that I hadn't done enough to quell his curiosity. "I might have to get you drunk first but the truth will come out."

"The truth will come out about what?" Laura and Allison had sat back down at the table, obviously in time to catch Bobby's last remarks.

"He wants to know all the dirty details babe." I smiled over at Bobby, knowing he hadn't expected me to tell the truth, but I was looking forward to the lashing he was gonna get from both Laura and Allison.

"Bobby!" The yell from Allison got a nice grimace out of him.

"Why Mr. Brown, how do you think my brother would take it if he knew you were talking about my sex life?"

"Seriously? I don't think I'm the one he's gonna be worried about."

"Actually I think he might; see Cam's in love with me. You on the other hand want the dirty locker room details, something I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be talking about around him. Plus we could always tell him that you've known for months and didn't say anything. I think that might piss him off."

Bobby swallowed hard. "You know black mail is kinda sexy on you babe."

"Thanks hun," Laura said as she turned and kissed me on the cheek.

"Haha, very funny you two. But seriously this is kinda tripping me out, you two together, babe, hun; I mean it's you guys."

"You'll get used to it." Just to rub it in I turned to Laura and gave her a nice deep kiss.

***

I sat on Zach's porch with two six packs waiting for him to come home. When I called, I told him I needed to talk to him about something and wanted to see if I could come watched the game. I was pretty sure he didn't suspect anything, only asking that I bring the beer. 

Luckily I didn't have to wait long, or I might have lost my nerve. Zach ran up to the house from the car, trying not to get too wet in the rain. "Hey, sorry I'm late," Zach greeted me and opened the door. 

I think I mumbled something like that's cool and walked inside. We sat down on the couch, cracked open our beers and turned on the game. I half watched the game, half watched the number of beers Zach drank. Knowing the more he drank the better his reaction to would be to everything; he'd always been a happy drunk. 

"Dude, it's the fifth inning, you haven't been watching, you've had half a beer and you've peeled the label off it. You better just come out with it before you go crazy."

I took a deep breath and dove in, knowing there was never going to be a right time to say this. "I've been seeing your sister and I'm in love with her." I looked over at Zach to gauge his reaction, but he only stared at me. "I've been in love with her since I can remember. And for some insane reason she loves me too."

I took another deep breath, mostly out of relief, having gotten the hard part over with. "I'm not asking for your permission; we're way beyond that. We only waited to tell you because we wanted to make sure there was something worth telling. I hope you can get your head around this, because I'm moving in with her." I paused a moment, trying to give Zach time to catch up with things; it as a lot of information to receive all at once.

"I understand if you don't want to talk to me for awhile, but Laura's going to call you tomorrow. She's really worried about how you're going to react, so if you need to be mad at someone be mad at me, not her. I don't think she could take it if you were mad at her."

I got up to leave; he'd need time to process things, he hadn't said anything yet and I wasn't going to push it.

I was half way to the door, when Zach finally said something. "You better not fuck things up with her."

I turned back to him. He was facing me now. The phrase 'if looks could kill' came to mind. "I wont."

"If you do, I'll never forgive you." Zach was looking me in the eye, complete seriousness all over his face.

"I know, but she's worth that risk."

Zach turned back to the TV and took another sip of beer. "Yeah, she is."

***

Laura--

Since coming home from work, I had cleaned the entire apartment in an attempt to distract myself. It had come down to the dishes; they were all I had left to keep me from going crazy. 

I knew Zach wouldn't be thrilled with things, but I was pretty sure he'd get over it quickly. It was the pretty sure part that had me so nervous, it left room that I was wrong. 

I jumped when I heard Cam's keys opening the door. He came in holding several bags of his things, meaning he had told him. I looked at his face noting that he didn't have a black eye, another good sign. 

Cam dropped his bags and walked over to where I stood by the sink. He pulled me into him, hugging me tight. He kissed my cheek and then my lips. The kiss was light at first, but quickly turned forceful as if he was finally claiming me fully. 

I moaned into him and ran my fingers through his wet hair. He smelled like rain and sweat. Cam finally broke the kiss. He rested his head on mine and smiled down at me. "Hi."

I smiled at his minimal greeting, "Hi." Cam went in for another kiss and I pushed him back. "Aren't you going to tell me how it went? I mean you're not injured and you brought your stuff over so that must be a good sign."

Cam just smiled. I smacked his chest, "Come on, you're killing me! What did he say?"

He just laughed at me and smiled wider, "He said I'd better not hurt you." 

I smiled back at him teasingly, "Well he's right you better not." Cam's lips came back to mine, in a kiss so tender, I knew he would never hurt me. I felt his hands move off of me and then peal away his jacket and then his shirt. 

I moaned into him and ran my hands over his firm chest, loving how he shivered at my touch. He lifter me onto the counter and then his hands settled at my waist, pushing up my camisole as he trailed his fingers up to my breasts. He brushed my nipples making me whimper and push my chest into his hands. 

Cam pulled his hands from the confides of my shirt, tweaked my nipples over the thin material and then ripped it off of me. His hands returned to my aching chest while his tongue trailed down my neck. He sucked hard at the juncture of my shoulder and neck and I felt my stomach shudder and my panties soak. 

His kisses moved lower until finally he sucked a nipple into his mouth. I pressed into him and he took more of me into his hot mouth. I was lost in the sensation of his wet sucking when he grazed my bud with teeth and lightly bit down. 

"Cam you're killing me."

He released my breast and stepped away, revealing a devilish smile on his face. "That's the idea." 

Cam's hands pulled at my hips and I lifted them off the counter, with a quick tug he had me stripped of boxers and panties. He stepped back a bit and pushed my knees apart. Bending low, his face came before my pussy and he breathed in deep, smelling me hot arousal. His tongue darted and covered me in one long smooth stroke. 

My hand flew to the back to his head, in an effort to keep him there, but Cam had other ideas. He stepped away from me after only one taste. I watched him lick his and shuck his jeans from his hips. 

His bulging cock sprang out at me, already dripping with need. Cam brushed the smooth head over my dripping center and I closed my eyes savoring the sensation. 

When I opened them again Cam was staring down at me, a heated intensity in his face. Slowly he pushed into me, my mouth fell open in a silent gasp and Cam groaned. Inch by inch he filled me until our bodies were pressed firmly together. 

Cam ran a hand lazily up my spine and then gradually pulled out of me. Rocketing back into me I felt my walls grip firmly around him. He fucked me hard and slow, banging my back into the cupboard, his hands gripping hard on my ass. 

Abruptly Cam stopped and pulled away from where he'd been kissing my neck. His eyes searched my face and I left his hand brush a loose string of my hair out of my face. "I'm going to ask you to marry me. Not now or tomorrow, but once we've settled in and had some time together. I just wanted you to know."

I swallowed hard and then a broad smile spread across my face. I kissed him deeply and ran my hands through his hair. Pulling away rested my forehead against his, "I'm going to say yes."