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Centerfold Ch. 01

By: JayLikestoRead



Winter, 1982

Cami and I had met up behind our high school auditorium. It was night, but the area was lit because the drama club had a production of "Death of a Salesman" running. As promised, Cami was wearing my letterman's jacket. I could see her short dress, too short for this time of year, poking out below the hem, and I could only see skin above the top button. She undid the top button, and I could see a little cleavage. She undid the other two buttons and started to open the jacket up. The dress had a neckline so low I couldn't see it yet. "Do you like what you see, Trent?" I was frozen in the moment, unable to actually see her boobs. Then I felt something touching my gut. I looked up, and I was in biology lab. Cami had just passed me, and she had put something in the hand warming space of my running suit. She looked back at me and made me palpitate with her blue eyes. I put my hand in and felt a folded piece of paper. Since the teacher was talking to two other students, I took it out and glanced at it, confirming that it was a note from Cami.

Winter, 2007

I had just come back from dinner with a novelist, going over the changes I had made in the middle chapters of her latest. She was being difficult. I could not get her to see how much clearer it was with the changes I made. I entered my apartment building hoping to catch up on my TiVo, but a new priority presented itself. My advance copy of "Casanova" had arrived, the one with the short story I wrote freelance. Editing pays the bills, but my own writing gives my life meaning. The cover looked like just another issue with The Girls Of Whatever Conference, but when I turned to the table of contents to see where my story was, it turned out it was a retrospective commemorating 30 years of those pictorials.

They started with a couple pictures from the very first one. One woman was wearing bell-bottoms and no shirt. Most of the school name on the pennant behind her was obscured by her arm, but I could make out the mascot of San Diego State. I tried to turn to the page where my story appeared, but I did a bad job of estimating where page 70 would be. Instead, I opened to a picture from Central Iowa Tech. CIT was the main rival of Ames College, my alma mater. Intrigued, I looked more closely at the two women from that spread. "JerriLynn and Cameron root for the CIT Braves, who made the NCAA tournament for the first time in 20 years," the caption read. I remembered that I was in attendance for the game at Ames when CIT clinched the conference championship. JerriLynn was shelving books at the library. She was naked, but her long, red hair covered her boobs, and her pubes, which "matched the curtains," as they say, covered her pussy. Cameron was setting a book down on the desk in her dorm room. You could see the CIT emblem on her short shorts, and she was topless. I started to turn the page to find my story when I noticed a familiar birthmark on Cameron's neck. My blood went cold when it dawned on me that Cameron was Cami Welles, my could-have-been girlfriend from high school.

I found my story. I didn't think it needed any pictures, but the illustrator they hired did a good job. I read it, mainly to make sure they didn't mess anything up, and they didn't. I dug out the plastic protective sleeve I had bought for this issue, folded the magazine open to my story and put it in the sleeve. I set it on my dining room table until I could get to a home furnishings store to buy a stand for it. I went to my computer and checked my e-mail. I got a message from Classmates telling me who had looked for me recently, but I didn't recognize any names. What the heck, I thought. I did a search for Cami Welles. She didn't have a degree from CIT, but about five years ago she got one from an online university.

I had a hunch that if she didn't finish as a traditional student, there was a good chance she was still in our home town. I did a search for her name by ZIP code. There weren't any matches, so I changed it to everywhere within 20 miles. There was a Cameron D. Welles. I couldn't remember Cami's middle name, but I thought I remembered that it started with L. There was also a C Welles, the only Welles at that address, in Harperville, only a few miles away from my parents' house. I clicked on the link for additional information. She was 41 and graduated from Van Buren High School. Pay dirt. I did something I'd never been willing to do before. I splurged on the Public Records Search. The only records they showed were a complaint that she swore out against some guy for assault and her license as a Certified Nurse's Aide. There was no record of a marriage, not even a license. I lost either my nerve or my interest, not sure which, and went to a message board for editors.

Cami and I were in home room together for all four years of high school, and we flirted innocently almost from the first day. The flirting wasn't constant, but it continued even when one of us was dating someone else. She didn't act that way with anyone else, as far as I'd seen. She never got in any trouble. She didn't dress provocatively, except in my fantasies, and she didn't have a reputation, either easy or virginal. She was on the short side, with a bust that was nice but not so large as to invite jokes. She looked okay in jeans, but her dresses made her butt look really cute. Despite all this, it was her blue eyes that made me melt. I sat as much as I could in home room and in the two or three actual classes that we shared just in the hopes of glimpsing into them as she passed by. Early in our junior year I finally got the courage to ask her out. We went to a couple movies and a school play. After one particularly romantic movie where the leading lady put the guy's hand over her heart, Cami did the same to me, and I felt part of her breast. Then she met another guy who swept her off her feet. I don't think he knew what a lucky bastard he was. Somehow, from then until a month before graduation, one or the other of us always had a boy/girlfriend. I thought about asking her to walk with me at the commencement ceremony, but I couldn't get my nerve up. As luck would have it, she and a guy from our French class were not far ahead of us. When we all tossed our caps in the air, she gave me a friendly celebratory hug. I got to look in those eyes one last time, and I had to restrain myself from trying anything.

When I got off the computer, I went to bed and masturbated as I remembered the jacket fantasy. A couple times I'd imagined that she didn't really have my favorite dress on, just a skirt that looked like it, and she was topless under the jacket. I'd feel her boobs, she'd feel my crotch, and my imagination would fast-forward to us both losing our virginity with my jacket as a blanket. I got off, but somehow the fantasy wasn't as exciting now that the image of her boobs was real, rather than the product of my imagination.

A couple nights later, I checked my e-mail. I had five new messages, two from unknown senders. My heart jumped when I saw that the second was Cami. "Hi, Trent! :) I see you were looking for me," she wrote. "I'm a CNA at the nursing home here in Harperville, been here over ten years. How's life in the Big Apple?"

Over the next few weeks, I learned that she had dropped out of college after two years. She said she worked as a dancer for a couple years, and the assault charge was against a customer at the bar where she worked. She'd had a few relationships, the last of which ended a couple years ago when he had a heart attack. He was only 40. I told her I was sorry to hear it.

I told her I'd interned at Simon & Schuster, and that got me an easy entry into Markham House. I worked in the mail room until they had an opening for a proofreader. From there I worked up to fact checker and now editor. The only drawback is the non-compete clause that prevents me from publishing anything over 2,000 words with any one else. (Markham only does full-length books.) I'd met a lot of interesting people since I moved to New York, but no one had really sparked my interest as far as relationships were concerned.

When I turned my calendar from March to April, I saw the final Saturday circled. My cousin Stephanie was getting married, and I was taking several days off to go home for the wedding. I couldn't believe I hadn't pieced these two things together. I e-mailed Cami and told her I'd be home for a few days, but I'd already RSVP'd for one. She said that was okay, she'd just be happy to see me again. It got even better a week later when Steph sent me an e-mail. I'd told my mom about getting back in touch with Cami. God bless my meddlesome mom, she called Stephanie and they arranged for me to bring Cami. Steph's older sister and I were close, so she knew how I'd felt about Cami. Fortunately, it was early enough that Cami was able to request that day off. She normally worked the late shift on Saturday, so she could have made it anyway, but this way she could stay for the whole reception.

I flew home on Wednesday night and had dinner with my parents before adjourning to my hotel room. I caught up with some of my old buddies during the day on Thursday and then got ready for my first real date in some time. At least, it was the first date that really mattered to me. We agreed to meet in the parking lot of the Dairy Queen where she worked senior year. Clever me, I'd forgotten to ask her for a picture, so I hoped she hadn't changed too much. I saw two spaces open that were opposite one another and pulled through one to the other. (I like to look forward when I get out of a space.) Another driver was pulling into the space on my left. I shut off the engine and opened the door. The other driver started to open hers, but pulled back when I started opening mine. I got out and turned around to close my door. I hit the button on my key chain to lock the door on my rental. I walked toward the aisle when I heard the sound of metal softly touching metal. I turned back to see whether my car was okay—and I was literally shaking in my shoes when I recognized her baby blue eyes.

"Trent!" she cried. We rushed to gether and put our arms around each other. We kissed each other, and she said, "It's so good to see you again!" I kissed her a couple times on the nape of her neck before I let go of her. There was the birthmark that I'd recognized in the picture.

"Let me look at you," I said as I stepped back. She gave her hair that model toss and then leaned on the hood of her car. "You're as beautiful as you ever were," I told her.

"And you're as inept at lying as you ever were," Cami answered.

I wasn't lying. She was the same age as me, 41. She looked it, but everything that captivated me before was still there. Her eyes were still blue, obviously. Her boobs were still ample, and if they were no longer firm enough for her to go braless—not that she ever had when I'd known her—at least her bra did a damn good job of supporting them. She was wearing a dress that looked kind of like one I'd seen a couple nights ago in an Old Navy ad, as if she were going to a family picnic. Looking at her butt, I guessed that she liked fast food as much as I did, but the dress still made it look damn sexy. Funny, for all the feelings I had when we were teenagers, I never really thought of her as looking sexy. Cute, rather than sexy, and it was more her personality anyway. Her face didn't hide her age, but all I saw was my Cami. "So, what about dinner?" I asked.

"There's a deli over there," she said, pointing across the parking lot of the shopping center. "We can get some sandwiches and head to Scaggs Park."

"Sounds good," I told her. "I'll treat." Cami got a chicken sub with their lightest dressing, while I got one of their steak sandwiches.

When we got back to our cars, she said, "Since you bought, I'll drive." She put her key in the driver's side door lock, and all four doors opened.

As I sat down, Lionel Richie's "Hello" was on the radio. "That brings back memories," I said.

"You mean how boys in the locker room would change, 'kiss your lips' to, 'kiss your,' well, 'lips'? We could hear that outside, you know."

"No, I mean before we went out, I used to imagine singing it to you."

"That's so sweet," Cami said. We reminisced about early eighties music, and we made the typical complaints that 40-year-olds make about the music that's popular now.

When we got to the park, we found a secluded picnic table and ate our sandwiches. After we shared various and sundry anecdotes about our lives, I told her about my fantasy.

"That would have been better," she said.

"Better than what?"

"Well, I mean, I never really thought about having sex with you when we were dating, but I lost my virginity a year later, and I realized afterward that it didn't feel as special as I'd hoped it would be. Once in a while I've thought that it would have been nice if we'd been each other's first."

"Damn it," I said. "You mean I could have had it if I'd asked?"

"No, I wasn't ready then. I'm just saying, I'd feel a lot happier when I remember my first time if it had been with you." We talked about other things until it started getting dark. (This was April, remember, so we're talking about a very long conversation.) "Why don't you come to my place?" Cami asked once we were back in her car.

"I don't know my way around Harperville," I told her, hoping to get her to my hotel room.

"I'll take you there."

"What about my car?" What the hell was I doing? The girl of my dreams was inviting me to her place, and I was coming up with excuses not to go.

"Hand me my purse," she said. I reached behind her seat and found it. She opened it, found her cell phone and dialed. She hit the "send" key just as the light changed. "Sherry? ... Cameron. My friend's in town ... Yeah, him. Anyway, is it okay if he leaves his car there? ... Yeah, you'll know it's his 'cause it's a rental. ... Thanks!" She closed the phone, turned to me briefly and said, "Sherry runs the Dairy Queen. You won't get towed or anything."

"There goes my last excuse," I said. "Drive on!" The light changed to green. I noticed a smile on Cami's face as she stepped on the gas. I made note of the streets and turns, as I'd need to remember them when I picked her up for the wedding. I didn't have anything to say at that moment, so I put my hand on her thigh. She was steering with the left, and she wrapped her little finger around mine. I felt a charge deep inside me, but I didn't do anything more be cause I wanted her to keep her eyes on the road. 

Wanting to say something, I asked, "So, why didn't you finish college?"

"I did, a couple years ago. But you mean why did I drop out originally? It was partly money, partly the fact that I just wasn't that interested in my studies. But I was also embarrassed to go back." Her voice lowered. "I posed nude for a men's magazine. The administration didn't seem to care, but it hit the stands right before finals. For a week, it seemed like I'd see guys staring at me, even though now I realize I was just being paranoid."

"So you did it for the money?"

"No, I just did it on a lark. If I'd known that my dad was about to be downsized, I would have done it anyway, but I would have asked for more money. But it's not something I like to talk about." I wondered now whether she had actually been a stripper and just called it dancing because she was embarrassed about it, but I let it go.

We had just turned onto a residential street when Cami told me, "I have something I want to show you when we get to my house."

"What is it?" I asked.

"You'll see," was all she'd say. She pulled into a driveway that ran around the left side of a duplex. We got out and went to the front door. As soon as we were through the door, I put my arms around her, and we shared a long kiss. "God, Trent, I'm so sorry we didn't stay together," she managed to say between mutual gropes. She let me in and led me to a guest room. I sat on the bed, and she told me, "Wait here."

I stayed on the bed but turned to face the door. A few minutes later she came back wearing a jacket and a short skirt. "My jacket!" I exclaimed.

"I asked your mom if you still had it," Cami explained. "She did. I picked it up at your folks' house last week. I think she would have brought it to me if I'd asked."

Now that we'd had that moment, I asked her, "Would you turn around, please? 360 degrees." She did, slowly. I concealed a sudden erection when I saw how her skirt made her ass look sexy, just like before. When she was facing me again, she walked right up so we were face to face. Well, not quite, because I was sitting and she was standing. I noticed that my jacket didn't appear to be covering a shirt. I put my hands back at my sides, realizing that she probably wouldn't mind if she saw that I had a hard-on. She didn't see it, though, because she was leaning down and looking me square in the eye. "So that's what you wanted to show me?" I asked.

"Not exactly," Cami told me. She stepped back so I could see her from head to toe. She undid the top snap, which didn't actually expose anything new. She undid the next one and held the two sides down, exposing enough of her chest that I knew she was indeed naked above the waist, but still not showing anything you couldn't see on a Bond girl.

"Nice," I said. "My mom must be cooler than I gave her credit for."

"I told her I wanted to wear it for you," she said. "If she assumed I'd have something on underneath it, that's her problem." She undid another snap, and now I could see a lot of her boobs, but I couldn't see the nipples. Another snap, and I could see the space between her boobs. If she'd held the sides apart like before, her boobs would have been completely exposed. She put her hand between the folds and undid the last two snaps in one downward gesture. "Wanna see more?" she asked.

"For 25 years," I told her. She had both hands between the folds and opened my jacket slowly. Lightning didn't strike me. I didn't find that I was lying in my bedroom at home or sitting in bio lab. I was looking at the same boobs in person that I'd seen in print a couple months ago. Cami walked toward me, and I put my arms around her waist. My dick got even harder as I held each breast up to my mouth and kissed it.

"Oh, Trent, ...," she moaned. I let go so I could stand up. While I was getting off the bed, Cami took the jacket off and put it over the back of a nearby chair.

"Fair is fair," I said. I pulled my T-shirt over my head and set it on the same chair. We put our arms around each other and shared another long kiss. We swayed back and forth. She could not have failed to feel the bulge in my jeans. She laid her head on my shoulder, and I could feel her boobs pressing just below my nipples.

I held her closer so that I could kiss her earlobes. When I did, I pressed my erection into her even harder. "Mmmm," she murmured. I wasn't sure whether she was responding to the kiss or the hard-on, but I hoped it was the latter. I felt around and found the zipper to her skirt, toward her right hip. I unhooked it and tried to unzip it, but she pushed me away. "Here, let me help you with that," she said, and she unzipped it for me.

Cami removed her skirt and put it on the chair. I did the same with my pants, and she lay on the bed, her legs spread, and she beckoned me with her index finger. "This isn't how I dreamed about it," I said. I took my jacket off the chair and spread it on the floor. "We're outside, remember?"

"Oh, right," Cami said. She got off the bed and lay on her back on top of my jacket. I lay down next to her on my side, and she leaned over on hers. I put my arm over her side and pulled her face to me. This time when I kissed her, she opened her mouth. I did the same, and soon our tongues were touching.

"You never kissed me like that when we were dating," I told her.


Centerfold Ch. 01



"That's 'cause I didn't feel what I'm feeling now," she said, rubbing my crotch. She rolled onto her back again. Since my hand didn't move with her, it was now over her belly. I caressed her left boob, the one further from me and on my right. She sighed and gently moved my hand to the other breast. I caressed that one too. "Oh, God," she moaned.

I moved my hand back down and leaned in to kiss her again. This time I opened my mouth first, and she had her tongue inside before I could even try to do the same. I moved my hand down to her panties. I ran my finger over her belly just above the hem. She was rubbing my cock more aggressively now. Emboldened, I put my finger under the waistband. I was most of the way to her left, caressing the area where her leg met her crotch, but I wasn't actually touching her clit or her pussy yet. Cami spread her legs, and I ran my finger down the crease until I hit bottom. I pulled my finger back toward me, and now it was touching the bottom part of her labia. It was already moist, and I thought I felt some pre-cum on my cock. When I touched her pussy, my cock got even harder and burst through the opening in my boxers. Cami wrapped her fingers around the head and began stroking. "Oh, Cami ... Cami ... I love you, Cami," I told her.

"Is that real or part of your fantasy?" she asked.

"I'll let you know," I answered.

I brought my finger up so it was now cleanly between her pussy lips. Cami squealed, "Yeah!" I added my middle finger and probed a little deeper. "Oh, fuck!" she exclaimed. For all my fantasizing, it dawned on me that I'd never even imagined her using that kind of language. I had always thought of her as sort of my angel, pure as a snowflake. I ran my fingers in and out even faster, and she moved her hand down the length of my cock to stroke a little more of it.

I pulled out and pleaded, "I want to see you naked."

"Just like everyone else did?" Cami asked tearfully. She let go of my cock and put her thumbs under the waistband of her underwear.

"Go slowly," I said.

Cami's panties were off before I finished my sentence. "No. I can't wait any more, Trent. Take me. Be my first lover!" I took off my shoes, socks and underwear and knelt between her legs. Cami wrapped her legs over mine, and I could feel her sneakers on my calves. I rubbed her clit with my left hand and held her lips apart with my right. They no longer had the elasticity of youth, but they were still beautifully shaped. I started lapping her pussy like I was starving. She tried to raise my head. "Stop it, Trent, or you'll make me fall in love with you again. Just do me!"

I moved up so we were face to face. The middle of my shaft was on top of her pussy, but I wasn't consciously doing anything with it. "What do you mean, again?"

She sounded like she was holding back tears. "You remember Todd?"

How could I forget? Todd is the guy she fell for while we were dating. "I think so," I said, not wanting to betray my own jealousy at the time.

"I didn't break up with him. He broke up with me because he could tell I still had feelings for you. But you were dating someone else, and by the time we were both available, we were graduating, so it was too late."

"So ... you're saying if I'm too good at making love to you, you'll feel that way again?" I asked. She said something incoherent but vaguely affirmative. I slid back a little and placed my glans at the spot just below the center of her labia. "What if, say, I knocked you up and ruined your life?"

"I wipe old people's butts for a living. How much harm can you do?"

"Then take this," I said, and I slid just the head into her. I put my hands underneath her waist. "And this." I thrust the rest of the way in and stayed there a moment before I pulled back out. Cami gave a throaty chuckle. When I kissed her neck, she put her arms over my waist and held me close. I caressed her butt and thrust in and out of her again. "And this!"

"Yes! ... Trent ... Oh, Trent!" At my age, coming too soon was no longer a concern. She was holding me so tight that I couldn't pull all the way out of her, but I got all but the head out, and I thrust into her as hard as I could.

"It was never too late," I told her as I pistoned in and out of her cunt. "I would have gotten back together when he broke up with you. You could have asked me at graduation and I would've said yes. I would have taken you back when you dropped out of college." She loosened her grip. I pulled out of her and slid down. Now I was sucking on her nipples.

Cami looked up at me and asked, "Would you take me back now?" as I slid back into her pussy.

I was ready to come at any time, but seeing her eyes put me over the top. I was able to answer her, "In a heartbeat," before I completely lost control and let loose with the best orgasm I'd ever felt. "Oh, God, I'm gonna come!"

I felt her muscles contracting around my cock. We were both paralyzed by our respective orgasms. She shouted, "Me, too ... Trent, I love you!"

When we finished coming, I told her, "I love you too."

She looked up at me with a smile that seemed to say, "Really?"

"Always have," I confirmed, though I suppose I hadn't realized it until then. I rolled off the jacket and onto my back, pulling Cami with me.

After a long silence that seemed to bother neither of us, Cami got off me and opened the closet door. She got a hanger out and put my jacket on it. I stood up and asked, "What are you doing?"

She hung the jacket in the closet, closed the door and turned to me. We were so close, we could have fucked standing up if we wanted. "Saving it for when you're gone," she said. "Some women wear their boyfriends' dress shirts. I'll put your jacket on and think of tonight."

"What if I want it back?"

Cami laid her head against my chest. I looked down and saw her smile. "You know where to find it."



Centerfold Ch. 02



Since we were already naked, we went to Cami's bed for the night. I'd spent the night in a few women's beds during my years in New York, but I hadn't been so happy about the actual going to bed part since I left Iowa. I had the best night's sleep I'd had in years. When I woke up, she was lying with her back to me. I kissed the back of her neck and told her, "Good morning."

She turned over to face me. "It is, isn't it?" she responded. "You're the first man I've been with since Mike died."

"Wow," was all I could say. "That makes me feel kind of, uhh, honored, I guess."

Cami smiled at me and said, "There's more where that came from." Under the covers, she put her hand on top of my thigh. I leaned over to kiss her, but she pushed the thigh so I was on my back. Now her hand was on the front of the thigh. She pulled it up until only her fingertips were touching me. She traced a line over to my crotch. When she got to my dick, she brought her hand down and grasped it. She stroked it a few times, and when she could tell I was hard, she let go. She scooted underneath the covers and I saw her head move down and over my crotch. Soon I felt her tongue at the place where my cock meets my balls. She licked up the underside, surrounded the head with her lips and went down quickly.

I lifted the blanket off me. Then I lifted the sheet and looked down at her. "You don't have to do that if you don't want to," I told her.

She took me out of her mouth, looked up at me and said, "Thanks. You're sweet."

"I never want you feel like you have to do anything to please me," I said.

"That's nice," Cami said, "but what I meant is, you have the sweetest cum I've ever tasted. Pre-cum, anyway." She took me back in her mouth and resumed sucking.

Was that ponytail there the night be fore? I couldn't remember. Maybe she'd her hair up as part of the schoolgirl fantasy. If so, seeing it bob up and down as she loved me with her mouth was certainly having the desired effect. When she came most of the way up, I could see most of it. "Damn, Cami, I don't think I've ever seen myself this hard before," I told her. That must have inspired her, because she got all but an inch or so in on the next trip down.

She came back up, let me out and said, "Let me know when you're going to come."

She took me back in her mouth and resumed her vertical assault. The sheet fell off her body, and when she came down I could see her ass. Getting this view for the first time put me over the top. "Now," I told her. She let me out of her mouth, and I asked, "Do you swallow?"

My cum shot nearly straight up in the air. Cami leaned over my cock. The first spurt landed on her jowl, below the chin. She answered, "Only if I really love the guy," and she licked her lips and chin. She caught the next couple spurts on her tongue and let the rest land on her face wherever it may. She got off me and moved back to where she lay before. I reached toward her to try to stroke her pussy, but she stopped me. "I have to run some errands today, and I assume you've got other people to visit."

"My mom's probably wondering when I'll be over," I agreed.

On the way back to the lot where I'd parked the night before, she asked, "When do you want to pick me up tomorrow?"

"Well, the wedding's at four, and it's the other direction from here, so ... three?"

"I'll be here," she said.

And she was. She answered the door wearing a light blue strapless gown. Either CNA's made more than I thought, or Cami knew where to get terrific clothes for a bargain. I kissed her and said, "No fair looking sexier than the bride." I took her by the arm, led her to the car and opened the door for her. We got in, and I handed Cami the map that had directions to the church. "You're the navigator," I told her.

Cami looked at the map and told me, "This is from our home town. There's a shorter route from here. Take a left when you see the 7-11."

I followed her instructions. After I made the turn, I asked her, "Any regrets about the other night?"

"Only that it took 25 years. How 'bout you?"

"None." We talked about our families and friends until we reached the church. The usher seated us next to my parents, with my between Cami and my mom. Mom smiled at Cami.

All my relatives seemed to know who Cami was, even though some had never met her. While she was waiting to catch the bouquet, a number of them told me how glad they were to see us together. I think I even heard one of my aunts saying, "Trent's here! And Cami's with him!"

At the reception, I stuck to punch and an occasional cola because I knew I'd be driving. Cami had a couple glasses of wine early on. We must have danced for a half-hour. A few songs in, we were slow-dancing. As we talked, I didn't notice my hand slipping until it was right on top of her butt. I raised it back slowly, and I noticed that I did not feel a waistband under her dress. When we walked back to our seats, I whispered in her ear, "You didn't go commando, did you?"

"You'll find out later," she whispered back.

For the remaining hour and a half, we engaged in polite conversation with the others at my table, which consisted of three other cousins and their spouses. One of those cousins, Tom, a year younger than me, was not among those who said how great it was to see us together. It occurred to me later that he went to CIT, so there was a distinct possibility he had seen the magazine with her pictures in it while they were both there. I like to think I have a generous spirit, so I assumed that if he did know, he was keeping his mouth shut to be nice. Meanwhile, Cami slipped a shoe off and was rubbing my leg. Toward the end, she asked me to get her another drink. Wondering whether any of her behavior was due to the wine, I got her a ginger ale to be safe. As I handed it to her, I got caught in her gaze. Those eyes were making me melt again. By the time she finished her drink, the conversation had died down, so I took the opportunity. I leaned in and asked, "Are you ready to go?"

She put her hand on mine, smiled and said, "Mm-hmm."

We said our good-byes and headed for my car. When we were buckled in, Cami asked, "So, where's your hotel?"

"About a block from the high school." I started the engine and didn't miss a beat. "Do you want to come in?"

She looked at me lovingly and said, "Yeah." While I was driving, she told me that she could tell how happy people were to see us together.

I went about five miles an hour over whatever speed limit was posted, wanting to get to the hotel as soon as I could. When we got there, Cami started to open the door, but I told her, "Wait there."

I got out, went around, opened the door and offered her my hand. She took it and stepped out of the car. Once I had my arm around her, I closed the door and locked the car with the remote. I didn't let go of her until we got to the door of my room, and then only to get my key card out. Cami was in before I was. I closed the door behind me, and it locked on its own. After I hung my dress jacket up, Cami held her arms out and I put mine around her. We had a long, lingering kiss. She ran her hands over my butt at the same time I did over hers, and she seemed to be guiding me toward the bed.

I followed her lead and sat her down on the bed. "I don't want to take advantage of you," I told her.

"I promise you're not," she replied. "I don't do anything drunk that I wouldn't do sober."

Relieved, I sat down and told her, "Glad to hear it." After a short silence, I asked, "So do I get to find out now?"

"Find out what?"

"Whether you're wearing underwear."

Cami laughed. "I'll show you right now!" She stood up and turned her back to me. "Unzip me." I did. She pulled her dress down and I saw a strapless bra that had somehow escaped my notice, along with a very smooth pair of panties. She turned around and explained, "It's a really fancy kind where the waistband and hemline are so smooth you can't even feel a panty line, let alone see one."

"So you said that—"

Cami sat back down on the bed, turned toward me and kissed me on the cheek. "I knew I wanted to make love tonight just from how happy you sounded when you introduced me to people. When you asked if I had any underwear on, I figured you must be horny too. I just wanted you to stay that way." She felt my crotch. "Looks like it worked."

"No point in denying it," I said. I turned and we kissed again, this time on the lips. Cami leaned back onto the bed and pulled me with her. Technically we could have satisfied the old movie rule of one foot on the floor. She ran her left hand up and down my spine. I made a mental note to buy more of this kind of shirt, because the sensation turned me on almost as much as if she were touching my spine directly. I caressed her shoulder, her back and then her butt.

When I moved down to rub her calves, Cami swung her legs over and lay flat on the bed. "Take off your pants," she whispered. I stripped down to my boxers and moved toward the bed. She slid back so her back was to the wall, and I lay in front of her. I stretched out my right arm, and she moved up so we could hold each other. "I love you, Trent," she told me.

"You don't know me," I told her. "You love the teenager who had a crush on you 25 years ago."

"I love the man who knows that I posed nude and doesn't care. I love the man who took me to a wedding and acted prouder than the groom to have me on his arm. I love the man who was willing to pass up a blow job because he thought I was drunk. I don't doubt that the boy I knew in high school is the father to that man, but that man is the one I love."

She had pulled her bra over her arms as she said all this and then dropped it at the side of the bed. "Well, as long as that's settled," I said, and I kissed the side of her neck. Then I kissed a line down her chest and between her breasts. I rolled her onto her back and licked and sucked each nipple while she squealed in delight. I kissed another line from her bust down to her panties. I pulled down on the sides and kissed her all over the newly exposed area, but concentrating just above her clit. Cami pushed her panties down a little further, and I kissed this new strip of flesh. At first I was deliberately kissing everything but her clit, but when I sensed her impatience, I touched the tip of my tongue to it. That brought two hands down on the back of my head, forcing/helping me to suck it into my mouth. I had it just between my teeth, and I ran my tongue back and forth across it a couple times. She let up a little, and I opened my mouth a little, allowing me to suck it deeper into my mouth.

Cami removed her hands, and I couldn't tell whether it was because I touched her so deeply or because she wanted to get her panties all the way off; the result was the same either way. Once they were off, I buried my face between her legs and licked her pussy from bottom to top. I skipped the build-up, running it deep between her lips all the way up and stopping at the middle on the way down. I held her hips and ran my tongue as deep inside of her as I could go. "Trent! Yes! Do that!" Now that my tongue was firmly inside her pussy, my hands were free and I started rubbing her nipples while I continued to eat her. "Suck me!"

I lifted my legs to give myself more force, and my dick sprang forward. Suddenly I remembered what she had said earlier. I withdrew my tongue and asked, "Did you say I almost passed up a blow job?" Cami looked at me and nodded enthusiastically. I got off the bed and took off my own under wear. "This is amazing," I told her.

"What, no one ever gave you a blow job before?"

"Sure. I was talking about being naked with you? It just feels ... natural." I got back on the bed and lay on my side, staring at her pussy lips. Cami put her arm around my midsection and drew closer to my cock. I did the same to her. The feeling of Cami's hand on one buttock turned me on even more, and my cock came to full attention, stopping when it hit her cheek, just above her nose. She drew back and licked the top of my cock from base to head. She ran her tongue around it and took it into her mouth. I alternated between licking her pussy lips and sucking her clit into my mouth. I stopped when she let my cock out of her mouth. We seemed to have the same idea at that point: I sucked each pussy lip into my mouth in turn, and she did the same with my balls. She started stroking my cock, so I gently probed her pussy with my index finger and began pistoning in and out. "Go back to sucking me," I panted.

"You first," Cami answered. Once I had sucked both pussy lips into my mouth, she took my cock back into hers. Holding them inside my mouth, I ran my tongue up and down the cleft while Cami went up and down my cock. It felt like a race to see who could make the other come first. I won, and I was soon treated to a taste of her nectar. "Damn it, Trent, you're doing it again! I'm coming! You're making me fall in love with you!" Of course, I also lost, because soon she was bucking so hard that she couldn't keep my cock in her mouth. "Oh, Trent! Oh, Trent! I want you, Trent!" she cried.

"What do you want?" I asked.

"You," she insisted. "Inside me."

When her orgasm subsided, I got off her and stood by the nightstand. "I said I didn't have any regrets about the other night. I lied. I have one regret, and I'm not going to repeat that mistake tonight."

Cami looked dismayed. "What is it?"

I opened the drawer to the nightstand and pulled out a box of condoms. "I should've brought these with me instead of leaving 'em here at the hotel." I tore one off at the perforation. I was about to open it, but Cami put her hand out. I put the unopened condom in her hand. While she opened it, I moved so I was standing right in front of her with my palm out. She sat up, and my dick was pointing straight out just below her eye level. She put the wrapper in my hand. She pushed her finger through from the concave side and centered it in front of my cock head. She rolled it back as smoothly as my trembling legs would let her.

I threw the wrapper in the trash. I returned to the bed, crawled on top of her and kissed her on the lips again. "No one's ever done that with me before," I told her.

"Nice to know I can still surprise you," she said. She stroked me a few times and lay back on the bed. I crawled on top of her. I kissed each boob and then I kissed my way up to her lips. Cami put her hands around me just below the shoulder. Because of the condom, I couldn't actually feel anything touch my dick, but I could feel her pubic hairs touching my crotch. She presumably could feel my cock rubbing against her pussy. She looked me in the eye and said, "Make love to me."

How can any man hear that and not get an erection? I lifted myself up, and I felt my dick rise up until it passed over her pussy entirely. I slid back, dragging the head across her labia, and moved back up a little. "Where am I?" I asked.

"Come up a little further," Cami said. I did. "Right there," she told me. I moved in deliberately, wanting us to savor each millimeter of flesh as I passed it. "Ooh! The ribbed ones are the next best thing to not needing a condom," she opined.

"I know. I can feel it too," I told her. I pulled back, and we both enjoyed the sensation again.

"Faster, Trent," she said. I picked up a little speed, and I also reached down to put my arms around her. I found her buttocks and pushed down toward myself, making it easier for her to keep me inside her. I rotated my hips as I fucked her harder and harder.

Cami closed her eyes, apparently to concentrate, and I felt her vaginal muscles squeezing my dick tighter. "Oh, God, Cami, oh, God, ..."

"Go deep," she commanded. I pushed hard, and she moved her hips to accommodate me. "That's it!" she exclaimed. "No one's ever touched me there before!"

I felt something profound, not just physical, but an emotional union. "Oh, God!" I said, wishing I had something new to say at this point.

"Trent, do you know what this means?"

"What is it, baby?"

"It makes you my first!"

Okay, it wasn't the kind of first that anyone pays attention to, but in the moment, it was an awesome thing to hear. "Yeessss!" I houted. "I'm coming, Cami!"

She held me close as she said, "I can tell! I'm coming, too! Come inside me, lover! Fill me up!"

It should have been a meaningless request because of the condom, but it didn't feel that way. "I'm coming, Cami! I'm coming inside my love!" I wasn't moving at this point, but she drew her legs up to my buttocks as her pussy contracted around me. She was moaning along with me. When we both got our breath back, I pulled out slowly. "Wow, five inches!"

"It felt like more than that, Trent," Cami assured me.

"No, I mean, the condom stretches five inches past the end of my dick. That's how I know I really went deep." I got up, removed the condom and threw it into the wastebasket by the desk.

Cami was still on her back. She was looking at the nightstand. "That was a box of six, right?"

She had moved over toward the wall and was staring at the ceiling. I lay down next to her, looking in the same direction, and answered, "Mm-hmm."

She put her hand on my leg. "I hope it's enough," she sighed.

It was, barely. When I checked out of the hotel the next morning, there was one left. I took her home, and she made me promise to stock up before she came to New York.



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I extracted a promise from him to buy more condoms before I come to see him in New York. We waited until he was home before we decided when that would be, so he could look at his date book. I was glad for the delay for a number of reasons. It gave me plenty of time to schedule my vacation time at work. I don't make a lot of money as a CNA, but I've managed my finances well enough that I could afford a flight to New York, especially if I purchased the tickets a month in advance and stayed at Trent's place instead of a hotel. (My accommodations were never in question.) But the really good thing about having the conversation by phone is that he couldn't see me tracing down from the "P" on my calendar. I wasn't going to spend this kind of money only to have that time of the month fall during my visit.

I'd forgotten that our June birthdays are only two days apart. His was on a Thursday, and mine on Saturday, so we decided that I'd come in Wednesday night and leave Sunday. It was during the summer travel season but far from any holiday. By my calculations, I'd be well past the end of my last period and not close to the start of the next one, so even if I had one a little late or a little early, I'd still be okay. It also gave me plenty of time to find a birthday present for him.

Now that Trent knew about my nude pictures, I wanted to show them to him. The publishers didn't send me a copy of the magazine, and I was so ashamed of myself at the time that I probably would have burned it if they had. I got an idea. I checked the Collector's Exchange, an auction site, for any back issues of Casanova. The good news was that there was a copy of my issue available. (I knew it was mine because I recognized the other CIT student on the cover.) I put a $50 bid on it. The bad news was that Ginny, a woman from one of the other schools in the conference, had become a very famous actress. The bid went up many times, mostly between me and a bidder named atm1965. Within an hour I had bid $375. Anything more and I would have worried if an unexpected expense came up. atm1965 bid $420. Someone else bid $500, and I stopped looking at the bids after that.

I came up with another idea. I called Gina, a close friend of mine who lives only a couple blocks away. She knew about the pictures, and I had told her about Trent's visit. "Since I couldn't get the magazine, I want to duplicate the pictures they took and give those to him," I told her.

"I bet he'll love that," she said.

"But the timer feature won't give me enough time to get comfortable in the various poses, so here's the favor I need. Would you come over and take the pictures for me?"

There was a brief pause, in which I imagined her jaw dropping. "Sure. Do you have a digital camera?"

"What did you think, I was gonna take these pictures to Wal-Mart? I got it for Christmas last year. I'm off tomorrow night. Can you come over then?"

"Let me look. Nope, nothing going on. I'll be over after dinner."

"Thanks, Gina. You're a sweetheart."

The next day I found an old pair of jogging shorts and wrote "CIT" on the front in magic marker, doing my best recreation of the font they used in the logo when I was there. After dinner, I put the shorts on and made sure there was plenty of memory on the card. As the closing credits rolled on Entertainment Tonight, my doorbell rang. It was Gina. "You sure you want to do this?" she asked.

"Positive."

"Great, then I'd like you to do the same favor for me. Our anniversary is coming up and I thought I'd give Jeff the same thing."

I wasn't going to ask her to do something I wouldn't do, so I said, "Sure."

"Okay, where do you want to start?"

"Follow me outside." I picked up two pieces of cardboard and we went to the front steps.

"What's that?" Gina asked.

The two cardboard pieces were the Greek letters beta and theta. I hung "beta" on the front door of my side of the duplex and "theta" on the other door, and I stood between them. "I cut these out of the sides of a box. It'll look like I'm standing in front of a sorority house." I pulled a little at the sides of the neckline on my blouse, revealing a glimpse of my boobs that would only excite a thirteen-year-old, and I adjusted my shorts. I held still while Gina pressed the button. "Now follow me inside."

Gina followed me back inside the house and asked, "What next?"

I closed the curtains and took my shirt and bra off. I held up a CIT pennant and told her, "I got this at the flea market last weekend. How lucky is this? Take two pictures of me, one where it's covering my boobs and one where I'm holding it over my head."

I held the pennant in front of my chest, and Gina clicked the camera. "Got that one." I held it over my head and waited. She clicked again. "Done." She showed me the pictures on the viewer and asked, "Like 'em?"

"Great! It's just the right humorous look, because I obviously need to wear a bra, but I'm standing the way I would if I didn't need one. Now to the guest bedroom." Gina followed me. I picked up one of the textbooks I used when I was studying for my CNA license and stood next to the bed.

"Where should I stand?" she asked.

"A little to the left of where you are," I told her. I held the books up and she snapped a picture.

We looked at it in the viewer. "That's perfect," Gina said. "I got you all the way from your head to your shorts, and the book just barely covers your nipples."

"Yeah, that one'll go before the two in the living room." I opened the book and set it on the pillow. I took my pants off and lay on the bed. A stuffed doll of an Indian, the CIT Braves' mascot, sat against the wall near the pillow, and a teddy bear sat at the other end.

Gina knew the angle I needed. She stood facing the side of the bed, and I looked toward her, pretending that I was reading the book. "Smile!" she said. I did, and she got the picture.

"Great picture. Too bad my ass is huge," I observed.

"Yeah, it's big, but I wouldn't mind having that shape," Gina told me. "So, what did you have in mind for your big finish?"

"I hope you're comfortable doing this," I told her. I took my panties off and sat between the stuffed animals, back to the wall. I put one hand under my boobs and one between my legs. "I want you to take one picture that covers me from head to toe, and one of my pussy."

Gina went all the way back to the other wall and said, "Hold still." I did, and she took the picture. I relaxed, and then Gina came up and pointed the camera directly into my crotch.

I held my legs apart so you could see my pussy lips. She snapped a picture, and I asked, "Did you get my belly button in there?"

"See for yourself," Gina answered, and she showed me the viewer.

My pussy and navel were both in the shot, with a little space between my legs and a little belly flesh just for good measure. I wasn't even trying, but I was so turned on that my pussy lips had separated a little, and you could actually see some pink through my pubes. "I wish you hadn't done such a good job," I told her. "You can see my gut."

Gina looked at the picture again. "You're imagining it," she told me. "You're in terrific shape."

I wasn't totally convinced, but I said, "If you say so."

Gina handed me the camera and said, "Okay, my turn." As I looked up, I noticed that one of her nipples was pointing up against her T-shirt.

"Sure, just let me put my clothes back on." My panties and shorts were right there, so I put them on first. We went to the living room and I put my shirt back on. "What do you want first?"

"Well, the first picture in the album is gonna be me in our backyard wearing what I've got on now, but that'll have to wait. For now, let's go into your bedroom." We went in, and she lay on her side on my bed. She unbuttoned the top button of her blouse, and it was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. "Take two pictures, and make sure the canopy is in one of 'em." I stood back a few feet, and she turned on the bed to follow me. I was able to get the canopy in, but just barely. Then I stepped closer and got a shot that just went from her head to the first button that was still done up. She lay back on the pillow and undid the next button. Now the space between her boobs was showing. I backed up so I'd still get her face, and I clicked. Gina sat up and opened her blouse up enough to expose her nipples. "Take the best picture you can get of this," she told me.

"I know what to do," I said. I picked up a tube of bright red lipstick from my bureau and told her, "Put a little of this on." She applied some to her lips. "Sit up straight," I told her. I set the framing to the square dimensions. I clicked and showed her the result on the viewer.

"Nice!" she said. "You can't see much of my face, but you get the lipstick, and you can see that my nipples are hard."

I was starting to get distracted, because I was alternating between imagining Trent's reaction to the pictures of me and Jeff's reaction to the ones I was taking. Now my own nipples were getting hard. "Take your blouse off," I told her. Gina's boobs were on the large side, but unlike mine, they were firm. "Get on all fours," I said. I stood back and told her, "Look over at me." She did. Her boobs were hanging, and she put her index finger in her mouth. It was the hand closer to me, allowing even more of her tit flesh in the shot. "I'd love to have a body like yours," I told her.

"You may think differently when we're finished," Gina said. "You haven't given birth to two kids."

Distracted again. My period was only two days away, and I hadn't felt any symptoms. I imagined myself as big as a house, and I just knew that Trent would tell me I'm beautiful. I smiled at the thought, then told myself to snap out of it. "Show me," I told her.

"Do you have some lawn furniture in the back?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"Privacy fences?"

"That too."

"Let's go out there," Gina said. She put her shirt back on and we went out to the patio. She had me make sure no one was around and took her shirt off again. She took her jeans off too, and she sat on a lounge chair. She pulled her panties down just to the bottom of her stomach. "Get this picture," she said. She folded her hands over her boobs and I zoomed in so you could see from the uncovered portion of the boobs down just past the hems of her panties. "Look one more time just to make sure no one's around," she said. I did. She unfolded her arms and pulled her panties down so you could see just a little of her black pubic hair. I snapped another picture and showed it to her. She looked at it and said, "See those lines? Jeff'll tell me he thinks they're beautiful because they stand for Shelley and Todd, but I hate to look at 'em."

"Ready to go back inside?" I asked.

"Definitely," she said. She put her shirt back on and we went inside. I followed her to my couch. She took her shirt off again and lay down. Now she pulled her panties down to her knees. She put her fingers over her pussy and said, "Get this."

I was trying to get a shot where you couldn't see her labia, so I told her, "Move your fingers down a little." She did, but her index finger went inside her. I snapped a picture where that part wasn't in the shot, and I snapped another where her finger was squarely in the center. As soon as I'd taken the second shot, Gina pulled her finger out, and I could see it glisten. "You're enjoying this, aren't you?" I asked.

"This isn't gonna get weird, is it?" Gina asked.

"Only in Trent's imagination," I told her.

"And maybe Jeff's," she said. She put her finger back between her lips and started stroking. "Get some more pictures," she panted.

"Can you hold off for a second?" I asked.

"I'll try."

I switched to the motion picture setting and got about ten seconds of her fingering herself while she moaned, "Oh, God! Yeah, Jeff's gonna love this!"

I was enjoying it too, but I tried not to let on. "Get your panties the rest of the way off," I said. She did, and I stood at the end of the couch. I got a distant shot of her and zoomed in a little at a time as she went faster.

She stopped suddenly and moaned, "Oh, fuck!" She held her finger up for me to snap. After I took the picture, she said, "Sorry 'bout your cushions."

"They were due for a cleaning anyway," I assured her. I moved around and got another picture of her with her finger in her mouth. "Damn, Gina, when Jeff sees these, you're gonna end up with a third set of stretch marks."

Gina sat up straight. "Gahhh!"

"I think you just lost your Mother of the Year award," I chuckled.

"Hey, I'm a great mom to the two I have. I just don't wanna think about trying to manage two pre-teens plus a baby."

Now I pictured Trent and myself lying in bed with a baby between us. "Stop it!" I thought. "You know you're not pregnant—You've already had a period since he was here." I turned to Gina and asked, "So, are we done here?"

"Yeah, I can take that other picture myself."

"Great," I told her. "Meet me back in the guest room. That's where the computer is."

She put her clothes back on and came into the room. She pulled up a chair as I dragged the pictures of her into a folder labeled "Gina." I hit the "record" icon and burned her pictures onto a CD. Gina picked up one of my markers. When the disk was finished, I handed it to her and she wrote "Anniversary" across it. "Jeff's definitely getting lucky tonight," she told me.

"Maybe I'll call Trent tonight and he'll get lucky too," I told her. "Course, I won't tell him why I'm in this mood. That would spoil his birthday surprise."

I saw Gina to her car, trying not to rush her out. As soon as she pulled out of the driveway, I went to the bathroom to get a towel. I put it on the seat in front of the computer, stripped naked and sat down. I made a quick slide show of the evening's events, letting the order default to the time stamps. By the time I finished looking at our pictures, my nipples were getting sore and I had three very sticky fingers. That trip to New York couldn't get here fast enough. The next day I started my period, so I knew I had timed the trip right.

***

Wednesday's weather report for New York was sunny and 75° in the day, down to 68° at night, and not much different for the next few days. While I was choosing the clothes to wear during my stay, I set aside a CIT T-shirt and a bright red skirt to wear on the flight. I also made sure I had plenty of protection, since I planned on a lot of lovemaking. I was a little nervous going through security. As far as I knew, I didn't have anything that was contraband, but I hadn't caught up on the latest security measures. More to the point, I was afraid they'd find some reason to open up the mini-album of the pictures that Gina took for me. Fortunately, everything went smoothly.

Trent was at the front of the line to meet the arriving passengers, holding a sign that said "CAMI." I ran toward him and hugged him tightly. He did the same to me, and he leaned down so we could kiss. I could feel his hand on my bottom through the skirt. "Oh, Trent, I'm so happy to see you," I said breathlessly. Then I picked up his sign. "But did you really think I wouldn't recognize you?"

"I wasn't taking any chances," he said. "I realized I hadn't sent you any pictures of myself in all this time."

"You underestimate yourself," I told him. I put my arm around his neck and pulled his face down so I could kiss him again. I felt myself trying to put my tongue in, and I pulled back so I could control myself. "Let's get my bags," I said. We went to the screen with the departures and arrivals, and it said our luggage would be at Carousel D. Trent looked to the left. I looked right and saw the sign. "It's that way," I told him. Thankfully my suitcases have wheels. I put Trent's sign in the side compartment of one and pulled it with my right hand. Trent pulled the other with his left hand. I thought my heart would burst because we walked hand in hand from the carousel to the garage. He opened the trunk of his car and loaded my two suitcases and carry-on bag. Just like when we went to his cousin's wedding, he held the door open for me to get in before he did. When he his ticket to the parking attendant, I noticed that it was issued at 8:45. He'd been parked there for over an hour before my plane even landed, so I knew he'd been as eager to see me as I was to see him.

Once we were on the road, I told him, "I'm a little excitable because I didn't get much sleep last night. I was so excited about coming out to see you."

"With you arriving at almost ten at night, it didn't make sense for me to take off work today, so I was able to pretend last night was no different than any other. I'm off from now till Sunday, though."

There was an awkward silence for a few minutes before he got onto the freeway. I was giddy from knowing that he felt the same way about me that I felt about him, but I didn't want to say anything to reveal it. I wondered whether he wasn't saying anything for the same reason. Finally, I thought of something I could say. "When we found each other at the concourse, I had to make a conscious effort not to do anything that would embarrass us in public. Deep down, I wanted to leap into your arms and wrap my legs around your waist."

"I had to do the same thing," Trent said. "If you'd waited another second to pull away, you would have felt me getting an erection."

I laughed. "And with this skirt on, I would have felt it so closely, there's no telling how I would have reacted. We might've gotten arrested!" Trent was watching the road, but I could see the excitement on his face. "What are you picturing?" I asked.

"You sliding up and down on me in front of the concourse, so close you can feel my dick rubbing against your pussy. What are you imagining?"

"You wouldn't let me ride you for long. You'd lay me down on one of the seats by the luggage carousel and take me right there." Trent hit the gas when I said that, sending me back in my seat like an astronaut in training. At first I was even happier that he was so eager, but then I became concerned. "Trent, I plan on lots and lots of lovemaking this weekend, but I hope you don't think that's why I'm here. I'm here because I love you and I want to be with you."

"I know what you mean, Cami," he said. "Just remember, I'm a typical guy."

"Yeah, right," I thought.

Trent continued, "All guys love sex. I bought the condoms like you asked because I was hoping we'd have sex and I don't want you to leave here with a souvenir you weren't counting on. But I wanted you here for the same reason you want to be here." After a short pause, he asked, "So, what would you like to see while you're here?"

"This is gonna sound silly," I said.

"Go ahead. Whatever you want," Trent told me.

"A couple weeks ago one of my friends and I watched Love Affair, so I want to see the Empire State Building."

"That's not silly at all. Of course, it's not a whole day's worth of sightseeing."

"Well, we can look at my tour book and see which of the things I want to see are close by."

"Good thinking," Trent said. We went silent again, and I put my left hand on the seat next to his leg. He must have remembered the first night back in Iowa, because he moved his right hand down enough for our pinkies to touch. If he was feeling what I was feeling when we touched, I hoped he could still keep his mind on the road. He did, and ten minutes later we were at the front door of his apartment building, bags in tow. He pointed down the street we were on. "See that corner? That's your first sight," he told me. "A few years ago, they did a location shot for one of the Law & Order shows there."

"Neat," I said, while he unlocked the front door. We walked in and took the elevator to his apartment on the fifth floor. Once Trent opened the door, we put my bags down and held each other close. "Get ready," I told him.




Centerfold Ch. 03



"For what?" he asked.

"Pick up your sign again," I said. Trent pulled his sign out of my bag and held it up. I locked the door and ran toward him. He barely had time to put the sign down before I reached him. I jumped up, and he caught me. I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his forearms and shoulders. Trent put his hands under my buttocks to support me. I held on tight, but I slid from his chest down to his thighs, letting my pussy rub over his crotch and forcing the front of my skirt to ride up over my stomach.

"Oh, Cami," he said breathlessly. I pulled myself back up, pushing his cock up against his groin, and now I was able to guide my pussy squarely over the length of it.

"Trent, oh, Trent," I gasped. With his firm grip supporting me, I went up and down two more times, and the last time his dick was so hard I could barely get over it.

"Cami," he said. "Hold on." Trent kissed me and started walking somewhere. Now that no one else was around, I opened my lips, and Trent did the same. I put my tongue into his mouth. He tried to accommodate me, but he was obviously more concerned with where he was going to put me down. Once he got to where his spot was straight ahead of him, he put his tongue out, and we closed our lips again.

Trent let go of my buttocks and I slid slowly onto a hard surface, my calves hanging freely over the edge while the surface supported my thighs. I let go of his arms and reclined. Now that I didn't need to hold onto him, I looked to the side and saw that he had laid me on a table. Fortunately, a tablecloth was on it. He picked up my suitcases, put them a couple feet away from me on each side, and stood in front of me again. I pulled my legs back so my feet lined up with my butt, and I could see the bulge in his pants. "You're obviously glad to see me," I told him. I used my left foot to slide my right shoe off. It fell to the ground between us. Trent removed my left shoe for me. He tried to kiss the foot that he had just uncovered, but I pushed him back. I started rubbing his dick through his pants with my right foot.

"Mmmmm," he groaned. Encouraged, I rubbed it a little harder. He groaned again, and his voice rose about half an octave. Now I added the other foot, rubbing both sides of his dick in unison. Trent didn't let me do this very long. He put his hands under my calves and stepped back. He let my legs down gently. He unbuckled his belt and unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans. His jeans fell to his ankles, and he pushed his shorts down with them, letting his cock spring forward. He came back toward me, lifted my skirt and let it fall over my stomach. He didn't make any attempt to adjust my underwear.

He let his cock fall on top of it and ran it back and forth in the crease between my right leg and my pussy. "Ooh, Trent!" I sighed. He did that a few times and then did the same in the crease on my left. He pulled back again and this time he poked me right in the spot where he would've penetrated me if my underwear wasn't in the way. He pulled back and forth again, and this time it fell over the ridge of my pussy. After a few strokes like this, my lips separated, and now he was running his dick between them. "Oh, God, Trent!" I cried.

He stopped what he was doing. He took off everything below the waist, gathered most of it up and ran somewhere out of my sight. "Be right back!" he said hurriedly.

"Get back here, damn you!" I yelled.

Very soon I saw Trent coming back from whatever room he'd been in, totally naked. I started to pull my panties down, but he said, "Don't. We'll be closer to the fantasy that way." I stopped. He was standing in front of me again, and he pulled my panties to the side. He wasn't totally naked after all; evidently, the reason he rushed off was to put on one of the ribbed condoms I had asked him to stock up on. He moved his cock inside me slowly, and I was able to feel each rib as he went.

"Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh-ahhh," I gurgled. I sounded kind of like I was riding a bike over a grooved road. Once he was all the way in, he lifted my legs up and put them over his shoulders. He pulled back, repeating the vibrations on his way out, and he started thrusting into me again. "Oh, God, Trent, you're so hard," I told him. "Give it to me!" This must have turned him on, because he fucked me harder and harder. I could barely recover from one thrust, and he'd be right back in, running those ridges over either the top or the bottom of my pussy. "Trent! Baby! I'm gonna come!"

"Me too!" he shouted. 

"Give it to me, Trent! Come inside me!"

Trent shouted something that a charismatic might think was speaking in tongues, and soon I felt his cum coursing through his dick. "Oh, God, Cami! Can you feel me coming?"

"Absolutely, honey," I told him. "Fill me up. Fill my pussy." He had stopped fucking me, but he hadn't pulled out. I could feel the last pulses of his cock.

"Oh, God, Cami, I love you," he panted. He gently lowered my legs and leaned over me to kiss me.

I put my arms around him again and told him, "I love you, too." I kissed him briefly and said, "That was amazing!"

I watched Trent stand up straight and pull out. I got a little shiver once again as the ribs passed over the bottom of my pussy, and I saw my underwear move back to cover it. "Yeah, it was," he said. "Now it's time to take you home!"

He stood to the side and put his right arm under my knees. He tried to put his left arm under my shoulders, but I stopped him. "Trust me, you don't want to try to carry me." I got off the table and said, "Let's just recreate our walk from baggage claim to the garage."

"Okay ...," Trent said, evidently not understanding why I suggested it. When I took his hand in mine, he said, "Oh," and we both smiled. He led me to his bedroom.

I let go of his hand. Trent stood off to the side of the bed, and I stood with my back to it. I turned toward him and told him, "We can pretend you picked me up and dropped me on the bed." I jumped backward to land on my back on the mattress.

Trent leaped onto the bed to join me, and I rolled onto my side to face him. He put his arm over me and kissed me. I returned the kiss and put my tongue in again. Since we were in the moment, not trying to act out a fantasy or anything, this kiss lasted much longer. Trent ran his fingers up and down my spine. I did the same to him, and then I caressed his naked bottom. Trent caressed mine and he tried to roll me over. "I never want this to end," he said.

I pushed him back and told him, "Neither do I, but it's late. We have three whole days, and I need to sleep."

"Sleep sounds pretty good, too," Trent told me. He got up and took his shirt off. I pulled my T-shirt and skirt off, but I left my underwear on. Trent came back to bed and extended his arm. I slid over to rest my head on it, and he kissed me on the forehead. "Goodnight, my love," he told me.

"Goodnight," I answered, and I fell asleep in his arms.

During the night I must have rolled in the other direction, because I was facing away from him when I woke up. I turned over and saw him sleeping. I crawled on top of him and kissed him on the nose. He opened his eyes and murmured, "Huh?"

"Happy birthday, lover," I told him. I kissed his lips and then his chin. I started to kiss a line down to his chest, and I felt his cock come up in the cleft of my buttocks. "I see you're dressed appropriately," I added. I kissed down his chin and his Adam's apple, incidentally forcing his cock to trace a line down the crack of my ass, between my legs and up my pussy. Either Trent knew what part of my panties he was in contact with, or my kisses on either side of his neck really turned him on, because his cock got a lot harder at that point. I kissed the area just below the shoulders, and then I licked each nipple while I rubbed the other. I kissed the area between his man-breasts and started a line down his stomach. He had a gut, but I didn't care. This is the man who loves me. I kept going until his cock head was in the way. With my left hand, I held it to the side and licked a line down to the base. I licked the upper semicircle around it. I held it up and licked the lower semicircle. I kissed each testicle and then I kissed the spot where the sac meets the shaft. I licked midway up the ridge, pulled his foreskin back and licked the rest of the way up to his glans. I kissed the slit and took the head in my mouth. I relaxed the muscles in my mouth and moved down slowly. "Wow, no one ever got it all in before." I constricted my mouth so I was making contact at every point. I didn't try to say anything, but I must have rolled my eyes or something, because he added, "Not that I'm huge or anything. No one's ever even tried to." I came back up slowly, but I bobbed down in a hurry. I pulled back and grasped his skin at the base. Now I went down fast and stroked him. I went up and down as fast as I could, twisting my hand around the way I'd heard some women describe doing it. "Oh, God," he moaned. I looked up at him inquisitively, and he said, "Yeah, I'm gonna come, Cami. You ready?" I nodded and dove until I had most of him in my mouth again. I wasn't trying to get the entire length this time. I felt him come, and a split second later I tasted his essence as it passed over my lips. I pursed my lips so none of it would escape.

When he finished coming, I made an act of swallowing. I got off the bed and asked him, "Do you want your birthday present now or later?"

"You mean that wasn't it?" he asked.

"Nope. I brought something for you."

"I don't mind waiting," he said. "I'd rather spend the day sightseeing with you. Let's get dressed, and I'll make breakfast." He got out of bed and headed for the kitchen.

"We should shower, too," I said. I went to the living room to retrieve my luggage. First I took the sightseeing guide out of my carry-on and put it on the coffee table. I brought my luggage into the bedroom and opened a suitcase. I put yesterday's clothes in, including the panties I had on, and took out my toiletries. I also found the box of contraceptive sponges I had packed. I took the toiletries and one sponge into the bathroom. I closed the door but didn't lock it. I inserted the sponge before I even started the water. I thought I might have company, but I finished washing up, shampooing and brushing my teeth by myself. I put on a blouse and a soft pair of shorts and met Trent in the kitchen. He was wearing fresh underwear and a white T-shirt.

"Finished?" he asked.

"Yeah," I said, trying to hide my disappointment.

"Great." He pointed to a plate with several slices of French toast on it and another with sausage and eggs. "Have all you like. If it's not enough for both of us, I'll make more when I'm done in the bathroom." He went into the bathroom and I heard the sounds of a shower, shaving and brushing teeth. When he came out, he went into the bedroom and returned to the dining area wearing a button-down shirt and a clean pair of jeans. I had eaten two pieces of toast and a few sausage links. Trent finished what I hadn't eaten and then asked, "Do you have your guide book ready?"

I went to the coffee table and picked it up. "Right here!"

We found a street map with the major attractions. We decided that, after the Empire State Building, we'd go to the Metropolitan Museum of Art, because it wasn't too far away, and depending on how things went at the former, we could spend a lot of time or a little time at the latter. We took the train downtown, and I made note of other things I'd like to see while we were here. By the time we got off the train, it was lunch. I'd never been any place where they had street vendors, so Trent bought us hot dogs before we got to the building. We bought our tickets to see the observation deck, but there was an hour wait. Trent bought us some pop corn and I bought a couple post cards. We saw the city from all sides, and I wanted to take a picture. I handed Trent my post cards and got a couple really great views. Trent started to hand me my post cards, but a gust of wind came along and blew one of them over the rail. He tried to reach over, but his arm wasn't quite long enough. The card blew away, and he said, "Rats."

"That's okay," I said. "I'll buy another one. I love you for trying. So, as long as we're doing the movie tour, and we've covered Love Affair, can we do King Kong next?"

"Nope. This is as high as most people are allowed to go. I think I saw a post card with Kong on it, though, if you want that."

We headed back down and I bought an "I ♥ NY" T-shirt in the lobby. We went to the museum, and I changed into the shirt while I was there. Afterward, we stopped at an Italian restaurant for dinner and headed back to Trent's place. When we were inside, I pointed to his couch and told him, "Sit there, because now it's time for your present." He did, and I went to the bedroom. I found the book, the wrapping intact despite the airline's best efforts, and brought it out to him.

"What's this?" he asked before he had even started to unwrap it. He found one of the places where the paper was bunched together without tape and pulled at it. When he had enough of it separated that he could open it neatly, he pulled it apart. I had written on the cover, "The Girls of Central Iowa Tech." His jaw dropped, and there wasn't even a picture on the front. He opened it up to see the picture of me in front of the duplex. "Must be a special on non-traditional students," he observed. He turned a page and saw the two pictures of me with the pennant. His eyes practically bugged out when he saw me sitting between the toys. He turned through the book and finally said, "I love this, but why?"

I explained, "It bugged me that a bunch of strangers had seen my nude pictures and you hadn't. I tried to find a copy of the magazine I was in, but it's become a collector's item. Apparently there's only one copy left in existence, and I couldn't justify what I would have had to spend on it. I figured the next best thing would be to retake the same pictures now. I had a friend take these."

"You have some great friends," Trent said. He pointed to the one where I was holding the pennant across my chest and said, "I really like this one. It reminds me of a banner ad that I always see for one of those dating services." He looked at the rest of the pictures and closed the book. "These are better anyway. I don't know the woman in the magazine. I love the woman in this book. Thank you!"

We decided we were in for the night, so I asked what he'd like to do next. "I'd like to see the woman in the book." I started to take my clothes off, but he said, "Not yet. Come sit on my lap."

I did. "Ready for your birthday kiss?" I asked.

"Again?"

I turned my head away in mock dismay. "Well, if you don't want it, ..."

"I want it! I want it!" he insisted. I turned back toward him. Our mouths met and soon our tongues were caressing each other. Before long, our hands were all over each other's backs and under each other's shirts. I put my hands inside the back of his pants. He responded by putting his hands between my legs. I kissed him again, and he slipped a finger under my shorts. The kiss turned into a long one, and he started rubbing my pussy through my underwear. When the kiss ended, I lay back on the couch. He got out from under me, and I turned over on my stomach. "Ready any good books lately?" he asked.

He leaned over the couch and tried to remove my shorts, but I was still feeling self-conscious about my ass, so I stopped him. "Not here. Let's go to bed."

"Your birthday's two days from now," Trent insisted. "Today is mine."

I pretended not to want to and sighed, "Okay, have it your way." I turned onto my back again.

Trent took his pants off and crawled on top of me. "This is the best birthday I've had since my 21st," he said. "Thank you for being here." I raised my head, and he kissed me briefly on the lips.

"You're welcome," I said. "Have I told you today that I love you?"

"A few times, I think," Trent answered, "but it's always good to hear it." I found his buttocks and ran my index fingers down the middle of each one at the same time. That got him hard in an instant. He leaned in and kissed me on the lips again, but this kiss was another long one. "I love New York, too," he said, "but how 'bout taking off your shirt?"

"Don't mind if I do," I said. I lifted the shirt up until my head and arms were all that were covered. Trent pulled on the hem of the shirt to get it the rest of the way off. He reached behind me and undid my bra. I removed it and dropped it on top of the T-shirt.

"I like the pictures," he told me, "but they're even better in person." He slid down, put his hands around my waist and sucked on each nipple.

"Oh, Trent," I sighed. He moved down to my belly and kissed my navel. While he was doing that, he pulled down on the waist of my shorts. "Yeahhh," I said. He pulled them down to my knees. He kissed every inch of my crotch through my panties, not treating my clit or my pussy any differently than the rest of that area. Now he pulled my panties down to where my shorts were. "Do it," I begged. He separated my legs. He touched his tongue to the point on my perineum just above the surface of the couch. He slowly traced a line up to where my pussy lips meet. He moved up the ridge that they formed and then put his mouth over my clit. He sucked it into his mouth and ran his tongue around it. "Mmm, yeah, your tongue's as talented as your dick is!" I moaned. He let go and put his tongue at the top part of my labia. He licked down, getting his tongue cleanly between them. When he licked his way back up, he moved his tongue from side to side. Now he zeroed in on the center of my pussy, getting his tongue deep inside me. I could even feel his top lip on my clit, and he sucked me deep into his mouth. It was flush, just like when I sucked his dick that morning. He reached up, placed the palm of his right hand over my nipple and started rubbing that too. After a few minute of this, I was ready to come. "Trent! Trent!" He looked up at me. "Make love to me! Make me come!"

Trent let me out of his mouth slowly and said, "Sure." He got off me and started walking away.

"Where are you going?" I asked, forgetting my earlier request.

"I'm getting one of those condoms you like so much," he answered.

"You don't need one," I told him.

"You mean you want to get—"

"God, no! The ribbed condoms feel great, but last night, when I told you I wanted you to come inside me? I was a little disappointed that I couldn't actually feel your cum. So this morning, I put a sponge in. It's good for 24 hours. We could start now and you wouldn't have to pull out until tomorrow at breakfast!"

"Then get those clothes off!" he exclaimed. While I pushed my pants and panties off my feet, Trent took off his shirt and underwear.

I laid flat out on the couch and told him, "Take me right here, honey!"

He sat on a recliner and said, "No. Why don't you come over here?" I hopped off the couch and sat on his lap, facing him. We put our arms around each other, kissed and embraced closely. He leaned toward me, and I moved forward. His cock was pointing straight up, separating my pussy lips but not penetrating me. I raised my legs a little, running my pussy over it, up and down a few times, and then he lifted me up a little more. I held onto the sides of the chair while Trent reached underneath me to position his cock. "You're all set," he told me.

I lowered myself just a little until I could feel the area opposite the glans at the opening of my pussy, and then I moved forward and down to take him in. "Ohh, yeah ...," I moaned. "Baby, you feel so good inside me."

"I'm right where I belong," he told me.

He was trying to raise his legs to meet my buttocks in mid-air, but I wouldn't have it. "It's your birthday, and you already cooked breakfast. Let me do the work," I insisted. I bounced up and down on his cock.




Centerfold Ch. 03



Trent was looking at my chest, and I could feel him getting harder inside me. "Damn, Cami, you make firm tits seem like a bad thing!"

"You like how they bounce, do ya?"

"Oh, yeah. It makes me want to do this." He lifted each breast up and sucked on it. He let go of my breasts and put his hands around my lower back.

I was still going at it during all this, but when he put his arms around me, I was forced to do it at a different angle, and it was incredible. "Oh, Trent! No one's ever touched me there before!" I screamed.

"I'm that big, huh?"

"No, it's not that far in. You're just the first one to find it. Oh, shit! Fuck me! Come in my cunt!"

"I think I'm about to," he grunted.

"And this time I mean it," I growled. "I wanna feel your cum rising up inside me, and I wanna feel it dripping out of my pussy."

"Here it comes," he told me.

I ground my butt into his legs, forcing his cock as deep as it would go, and I moved back and forth. "Oh, God! Your cock is rubbing my pubic bone! I can feel you coming, and I'm coming right along with you!"

"I feel it too, Cami!" he cried.

"I can feel your seed hitting my walls," I told him.

"And I can feel it coming back onto my dick," he said.

He kept coming for another four minutes, give or take, that felt like eternal bliss. After his dick went limp, we stayed there, rocking back and forth and occasionally kissing. I let my hands down once and stroked his ass, which made his cock spring up between my butt cheeks. I didn't try to fuck him again; I just savored that feeling while it lasted. I didn't even notice how long we stayed like that until a clock chimed eleven. "I guess we should go to bed now," I said.

"At least we're dressed for it," Trent noted. "Sorry I don't have any stuffed toys for you to sit between."

We went to his bedroom and lay down. I was so filled with emotion that I could barely breathe, but I managed to tell him, "Trent ... You wanted to know if I wanted to get pregnant?"

"I know that's not what you meant," he told me.

I put my hand on his forearm. I could see his face by the light from the window. I looked him in the eye and said, "Well ... I was thinking ... maybe it wouldn't be such a bad thing."

"Not now," he said matter-of-factly.

I was coming back down to reality. "No, not now. ... But maybe ..."

He held me close and said, "Maybe." We fell asleep, looking forward to another day together.



Centerfold Ch. 04



NOTE: I wrote this story in 2007. The ages reflect this.

***

When I went to bed the night of my birthday, I was as happy as I'd ever been. The girl of my dreams was now the lady in my life, and I wanted to make sure it stayed that way. She was even giving serious thought to having my child, which was more than I had dared to dream with any other woman since I became an adult. I hoped that the rest of Cami's visit would follow the pattern of the first part of it: sex, sightseeing, sex, sleep, lather, rinse, repeat. It would not go quite that smoothly.

Around three in the morning-I couldn't see the clock clearly without my contacts-Cami bolted forward and screamed. She started crying. I put my hand on her shoulder and asked what was wrong.

She pulled away from me and sobbed a few times. "It was terrible," she said. She turned to me and asked, "Did you ever have a dream where someone you know is in the dream, and you know it's them, but they have the appearance of someone else you know?"

"Sure," I said. "A few times."

"Well, it was Mike's body in my dream, but it was really you." I paused for a moment and remembered her telling me that the only long-term relationship she'd had since dropping out of college was Mike, and he died of a heart attack. "We were on the observation deck of the Empire State Building, just like yesterday. My post card blew out of my hand, but this time you climbed over the rail to get it, and you fell off." She started crying.

I put my arm around her again and told her, "It's okay now. I'm still here, see?" She turned toward me and sniffled. "I'm not going anywhere." I held her a little more closely, and she turned toward me, still bent over a little. I looked down at her and told her, "I will never leave you."

She looked up at me and asked, "Promise?"

Even in the dark, her eyes captivated me. "I promise," I said. I kissed her, and I eased her onto her side so we could hold each other.

"Thank you," she said. "I feel safe with you."

Wow. No one had ever said that about me before. "So you can sleep now?" I asked.

"Mm-hmm," she said, and we fell asleep like that.

I awoke to a numb feeling in my hand. Cami was still lying on top of it. She hadn't left my arm all night long. I was able to lift myself up, and I leaned over to kiss her cheek. "Cami!" I whispered. She opened her eyes. "Good morning," I said.

"Good morning, sweetie," she answered.

"Did you sleep well after your nightmare?"

She looked at me lovingly and said, "I slept great."

"Would you like some breakfast?" I asked.

She put her arms around my waist and answered, "Not yet." She held me tight. "This time I want us to eat together instead of taking turns eating and showering." She took her right hand off my waist and reached underneath to find my cock. "Especially the showering part."

That got my attention! "I think we could work that out," I told her.

"Another reason for using the sponge," Cami said.

"Let go of me, and I'll meet you there," I told her.

Cami took her other arm off and lifted her back to free my hand. "It's a date," she said.

Neither of us had put any clothes on before we went to bed the night before, so I went straight to the linen closet to find the longest towel I had. Cami had gone straight to the bathroom, pulled the shower curtain open and started the water. She was already in the water, and the sight of the water running down her sides and over her pussy restored the erection that had subsided while I was looking for the towel. "Come on in," she said. "The temperature's right where you set it yesterday morning."

I stepped in and pulled the curtain closed. Cami pointed the shower head, which is removable, over her head. It was hitting me directly in the chest. She put her arms around me, and we moved toward each other. This put her hair directly in the stream, so she looked like she had just come up from swimming. "You're beautiful with wet hair," I told her. "Course, you're beautiful with dry hair too."

She let go of me and turned around. She bent over, which briefly led me to think she wanted me to take her from behind, but she picked up a bar of soap and turned back to me. "It's supposed to be warm today, so we need to smell good before we work up a sweat," she said. She held the bar of soap in the line of the shower for a few seconds and proceeded to lather up my chest. I'm not a hairy guy, but I've got enough chest hair that Cami was able to enjoy the process of saturating the chest hairs with suds. "First the top, now the bottom," she said, and she began rubbing my stomach with the soap, then my crotch, and then my dick. She held my hard cock up and rubbed the soap all around it.

"Oh, yeah, get me nice and clean," I said.

Cami stepped back and let the water run over my body. "Turn around," she told me, and I did. "Hand me that sponge," she said, and I did that too. I didn't feel her doing anything, but soon the sponge was on my shoulders, followed by my lower back and then my buttocks.

"Is this what you do for your residents?" I asked.

"Sort of," she said, "but with a lot less enthusiasm." She moved right up next to me and continued, "And I never do this for them." She lowered her right hand, which held the sponge, to my thigh and reached around with her left to stroke my cock. It didn't take long before it was as erect as I'd ever seen it. It only stayed that length for a few seconds, though, because she let go and rubbed the sponge between my ass cheeks. "How's that feel?" she asked.

"Surprisingly good," I answered.

She instructed me, "Rinse off and do the same to me." She removed the shower head and ran it up and down my back, making sure she nailed my crack again. "Turn around," she said. I did, and she rinsed the soap out of my chest hairs and crotch. She put the shower head back up and handed me the soap.

I caressed each of her cheeks with it. I did the back of her neck and each shoulder and then came around to do the front of her neck and chin. When I did her chin, I lifted her head up and kissed her on the lips. I did her upper chest and then each boob, needlessly rubbing the soap into each nipple. I did her belly and each thigh. I turned the soap sideways and slid it up and down between her pussy lips. "Now I'll rinse you off," I said. I reached up and removed the shower head.

I pointed it toward her, grazing her shoulders as if I were knighting her, then running it across her chest and boobs. The water coming down took care of her belly, so I pointed it at the floor. I brought it up between her legs and stopped at mid-thigh. I let it sit there for a few seconds before Cami said, "Finish it, already!" I brought it up and pointed it at her pussy. "Mmm, that feels good," she moaned. I twisted the head a little, which concentrated the stream into a smaller area. It was practically fucking her. "Oh, God, yeah," she said. I put the shower head back in its slot and started to kneel, but Cami stopped me. "There's still soap there," she pointed out. "Besides, you haven't finished." She turned around. "Do my back."

I picked up the sponge just as she had done. I put it at the top of her left shoulder and ran it down to her buttock, just like a massage. I slid it between her ass cheeks and slid it up to her pussy. I rubbed her pussy with the sponge, and at the same time, I ran my thumb over her asshole. I rubbed both openings at once as she moaned her approval. I brought the sponge back, did her right buttock and worked my way back up. When I did her shoulder, I was right up behind her, and my cock was rising between her legs. "Just like you did," I said, and I dropped the sponge. I reached around and found her pussy. I rubbed her lips a little, and she ground her ass back toward me. My fingers moved with her, and I was able to get my index finger inside her.

"Oh, yeah," she exclaimed. "That feels good!" I added my middle finger and went in and out a little faster. Now she was grinding even harder, and my cock was running along her perineum.

Since she had teased me, I waited until her pussy lips felt like they were really inflamed and let go. "Time to rinse off," I told her. I took the shower head out of its holder and pointed it at her shoulders. Cami moved toward the wall and put her hands up to support herself. I ran it up and down her back several times, moving over by only an inch or two each time. I pulled it back and pointed it between her thighs again, and she spread her legs in response. "That looks pretty inviting," I told her.

"How 'bout an RSVP?" she said.

"I'll definitely be there," I told her. Without removing my finger from her pussy, I backed up and let my cock trace the line from her pussy up to her ass. The soap had done its job, and I slid my cock into her ass with only a little difficulty. "Ever done this before?" I asked.

"Making love in the shower? Lots of times. Anal? Once, and it was a birthday present."

I stroked back and forth inside her ass, still finger-fucking her at the same time. "For you or for him?"

"For him." She moaned something as I went deep inside her. "But I enjoyed it too." I let go of her pussy and reached up. I found her boobs and started rubbing her nipples. "Ooh, that's good," she moaned, "but only do one and go back to my pussy."

I did as she asked. I got my index finger in up to the second knuckle. "You're feeling moist, Cami," I told her. "Are you almost ready?"

"I'm close," she said.

I felt her muscles tightening again. "I think you're beyond close," I said. "And so am I!"

"Give it to me, Trent! Come in my ass! I'm coming with you!" And she was. I pulled my finger most of the way out, but I continued running it along the cleft of her lips, so I could feel her juices flowing over it. I let go a huge blast of my own and held her close. She turned her head back toward me, and I kissed her again. Her orgasm had passed and mine was subsiding when she reached down and turned the water off. I held on for another minute or so before I pulled out. I opened the shower curtain and we both stepped out.

I had picked out the largest towel I own. I picked it up off the rack and opened it up. I handed Cami one end, and she pulled it around herself. I did the same with the other end. We came together and wrapped ourselves up in the towel. She pulled the towel left and right across my back, and then I did the same to her. I moved down to do her hips, pulling us closer together. Cami did the same to me, and then she put her hands on my butt to do that part. By this time, my cock was hard again and the head was firmly ensconced between her thighs. When I patted her butt, I could feel where I was poking past her. "Has it been 24 hours since you put that sponge in?" I asked.

"It's too close for comfort," Cami said. I let down my end of the towel and unwrapped myself. I dried her legs the rest of the way, including her feet, and she did the same to me.

After breakfast, we saw the Statue of Liberty—no observation deck, thank goodness—and went for a brief drive upstate, taking advantage of the extra hours of daylight at this time of year. At one particularly picturesque spot along the Hudson, Cami asked me to stop. I figured she wanted to take a picture, but she just stood outside her door. "Hop up on the roof," she said.

"I don't think it'll hold me," I answered.

"Okay, I said that badly," she said. She pulled herself up so that her upper body was on top of the roof and her legs hung over the side. I did the same, and once I steadied myself, she kissed me. "I've always wanted to do that," she said. I kissed her again, and she slid down.

She started to open the car door, but I shouted, "Wait!" I opened the back door on my side, crawled through and opened the back door on the passenger side. "Hop in the back," I said. Cami crawled on top of me. "I've always wanted to do this," I told her.

"Me, too, but 'that' won't get us arrested," she answered.

I pulled her down so we were face to face and ran my hands up and down her back. "We can pretend, though," I told her. For about ten minutes, we kissed passionately and ran our hands over each other's backs. Once I even got my hand under her shirt and started to unhook her bra.

Cami stopped me. "I think we should turn around while it's still light," she said.

"Yeah, you're probably right." We got in the car and soon we were both reminded that we hadn't eaten since lunch. "What do you wanna do for dinner?" I asked.

"Is the diner from Seinfeld still open?" she asked.

"If it isn't, I haven't heard." Happily, it was. We had a satisfying meal. I expect people knew that at least one of us was a tourist because of all the Seinfeld catch phrases we worked in. When we got back to my apartment, I asked, "How do you like New York?"

"I've always wanted to see New York," Cami answered, "but I'm here to see you. I just wish we'd planned far enough in advance to see a show."

"I'll keep that in mind for next time," I said. It felt nice to take for granted that there would be a next time. We watched some television, including the news, and headed to bed. I went to sleep hoping she'd like her birthday present.

I wanted Cami's birthday to be at least as good as mine. To that end, I was lucky to wake up before she did. She was lying on her side, back to me. I kissed her shoulder. I kissed my way down to her elbow, where the arm bent over to the other side of me. I continued from the point on her side just beyond the elbow and kissed my way down to her ankle. Of course, she woke up sometime during this, and she rolled onto her back. I looked up at her and greeted her. "Happy birthday, beautiful."

"It sure is," she said.

I kissed her inner ankle and worked my way up, singing a few words of "Happy Birthday to You" between kisses. The reader is invited to use his imagination as to how I grouped the words, as I have no desire to pay a royalty on the song. Suffice it to say, I only sang one verse, and the last words came between kissing her just below the hem of her panties and kissing her pussy through her panties.

I started to move up toward her, but Cami interrupted me. "Hold on a second," she said. "Aren't you supposed to do that once for each year?"

"Actually, that's spanking, but at our age, that'd be way past fetishism. I like your way better." I pulled her panties down to mid-thigh. Cami lifted her legs in the air and used her left foot to slide the panties down to her ankles. I got them off her and returned to my position.

I kissed her clit this time, and Cami said, "That's two." I held her pussy lips open with my fingers and kissed the left one— "Three"—and the right—"Four." I lowered my head and kissed the low point where they met. "Four." Now I pulled the left lip over the right and kissed the outer flesh—"Five" —and did the same to the other side—"Six." I let go and sucked her clit into my mouth, running my tongue back and forth across it. "Seven," she moaned. I let go and put my hands on her hips to steady myself. I plunged my tongue deep inside her. "Eight!" Now I was licking every which way. By the time she counted fifteen, I don't think she was playing close attention; she was just adding one every time she felt me touch her. By 25, she had wrapped her legs around my neck. I sucked one of her lips into my mouth, and she digressed from the count for the first time: "Oh, God, 26!" Around 30, I remembered the whipping scene in The Passion of the Christ, where they counted out each and every lash. By 35 she was screaming, 

"I'm coming, Trent! Seven more to go!" I ran my tongue up and down each lip and then I centered my lips over her entire pussy and sucked her into my mouth. "Fuck! 38!" I was now being treated to the most delicious cum I'd ever tasted. I couldn't go any further for a few minutes. When Cami finished coming, she said, "You still owe me four." I made a long swirl around her clit. "39." I licked her cum out of the crease of her left leg and then the right. "40, 41."

I slid up and kissed her square on the lips. "42," I said.

"Getting older isn't so bad after all," Cami panted.

"Now that I've had breakfast, what would you like?" I asked.

Cami gathered herself and said, "I'd like you to sit down and eat with me. Let's go out for breakfast. And since I assume you were planning on buying me dinner for my birthday, I want to pay for breakfast."

"Okay, twist my arm," I said. She reached up, grabbed my wrist and turned it lightly. "Hey!" I shouted, and Cami giggled. I noticed that seeing her smile or hearing her laugh made me really happy, and it was a more profound feeling than I'd gotten when I was tantalized by her eyes. "Where do you want to go?"

"Didn't I see a Waffle House the next block down from here?" Cami asked.

"Not that chain, but, yeah, I know a waffle place around there," I answered. "We can get it while we're sightseeing."

"Good idea," she said.

Cami remembered from her freshman history class that New York was once the nation's capital, so we found the national monument that was built in honor of it. (The actual buildings no longer exist.) We visited the Brooklyn Museum and the zoo before we had to come back to my apartment to dress for dinner. When we were planning this visit, Cami had told me that she'd had lobster before, but she wanted to have it fresh, so I made reservations at one of the nicer seafood restaurants around. I had calamari, the first time I'd had an entrée-sized portion instead of an appetizer.

We came home, and I had Cami sit on the couch. "It's time for your birthday presents," I told her. When I came back, I was carrying a wastebasket and three gifts. The largest was cylindrical. The smallest was taped to the other one, which was flat. I told her, "Open the big one first."

She opened it up. "A fire extinguisher." The gratitude in her voice was of the "I'm grateful you gave me a gift" variety, not the "I love this gift" variety.

"I'm a guy. We give practical gifts. Now open the smallest one."

She removed the small one from the larger. It was tightly wrapped because of its size, but she got it off with little effort. I put the wastebasket in front of her, and she tossed the wrapping paper into it. "A book of matches. I'm sensing a theme here, and frankly, I'm a little worried," she said.

"It goes with the other gift," I explained. "Open it."

Cami held the last gift up as if she were estimating the weight of a letter for postage. She turned it over and tore the tape off the center. She pulled the wrapping around until the back of the package was in back again, and then she tore the rest of it off. "Casanova," she read. It was still in the plastic magazine bag it was shipped in.

"Check the date," I told her.

"June 1986." She read the cover. "'The Girls of the Central Plains Conference'." She looked up at me. "You bought this? I tried to buy it for you!"

"I know how embarrassed you are about it. As you already know—"

"Wait, you're atm1965?" Cami asked.

"I guess you forgot that Trent is my middle name—" Now we spoke in unison. "And I was (you were) born in 1965."

"Trent, I stopped bidding when it hit $400. I won't even ask what you had to pay. But why?"

"You know as well as I do that this is the only copy left." I took the magazine from her, removed it from the plastic and dropped it in the trash can. I handed her the matches again. "Now you can burn it, and no one will ever see those pictures again."

Cami tossed the matches onto an end table. She stood up and hugged me. "You care that much about me!" She kissed me. She broke away, retrieved the magazine from the trash can and held it up. "I don't want to burn it. I want to keep it because this is the sweetest thing anyone's ever done for me!" She put it on the table with the matches and hugged me again. "God, Trent, I know we say it to each other a lot, but I really, really love you." I thought I heard a sniffle in her voice. "Thank you."




Centerfold Ch. 04



"You're welcome."

She let go of me again and said, "That magazine was still wrapped. You haven't looked at it."

"I don't need to. Do you want me to?"

"Later," Cami said, and she tugged on my arm. "Right now I want to make love."

"Whatever you say, birthday girl!" I said. She let go of my arm, and I chased her into the bedroom.

We were in such a hurry to get our clothes off that we bumped into each other a couple times. Soon we were on the bed kissing and running our hands over each other's bare backs and asses. I had already gotten an erection when she said she wanted to make love, but when I felt her boobs against my chest, I got even harder. Cami was gasping, "Trent! Trent! You are so wonderful!" She pushed me onto my back and crawled over me. I could feel my cock between her legs. I knew it was touching her pussy, but I wasn't sure where. She kissed me hard, and I thought I was going to slip inside of her without even trying, but Cami had other ideas. She slid all the way back, making my dick slide over her pussy lips and between her tits, until she was kneeling over it. "I'm going to give you what the readers only dreamed I'd do," she said. She held my dick straight up and sucked each ball into her mouth. She licked the underside of my cock from the bottom to the head and took the head into her mouth. Once it was in, she bobbed down until she had it all the way in.

"Oh, Cami!" I shouted. "I'm so glad you liked my present!"

She came back up and started stroking me at the base. She went up and down, always stroking me, except on occasion when she'd let go so she could deep-throat me. I wanted to be inside her now, so I sat up. I gently lifted her head off my dick and kissed her. I could taste some of my pre-cum. "Do me!" she said. "Do me now!" She got on her back and spread her legs far apart.

I got on top of her and drew my cock up to the opening of her pussy. "I have one more present for you if you want it," I said.

Cami could sense the seriousness in my voice. "What is it?"

"The other night you said it wouldn't be so bad if I got you pregnant. You even sounded disappointed when I said not now. Right now, for your birthday, if you want, I'll try to make you pregnant."

Cami did not immediately say no, but she pushed me off her and onto my back. "Last night I got up to go to the bathroom, and while I was up, I put a new sponge in," she said. "Let's not mess with a good thing yet." She held my cock down, pointing toward my feet, and she swung around until she was facing me, her pussy just out of reach of my cock, and her legs over mine. She moved forward, taking my cock inside her a little at a time as she went. When she had me all the way in, she started bouncing up and down. "Mmmm ... yeah ... I love you so much!"

"I love you too, Cami," I managed to say. I tried to meet her thrusts with mine, but the mattress was too soft, and I kept sinking into it. Fortunately, she was gripping me so hard with her cunt muscles that I was never in any danger of slipping out of her.

"You're so thick inside me," she said. "You really fill me up ... body and soul."

"You're my soulmate," I told her. I reached up to fondle her boobs.

"Oh, yeah," she said in response. She tossed her head back and said, "Next year."

Now I let go of her boobs and caressed her butt. She leaned forward as if to tease my mouth with her tits. "What about next year?" I asked. She was riding me harder, and before she could answer, I said, "Oh, God, here it comes ... I'm gonna come, honey. I'm gonna come in your pussy!"

"Oh, yeah, come in my cunt, Trent. Fill me up!"

I shouted, "Aaahhh! I'm coming! I'm coming, baby!"

Cami sat still and let my cum flow into her cunt. "Oh, yeah, I feel it. And I'm coming too!"

I pulled her down so we were face to face and kissed her again. "What were you saying about next year?" I asked.

She looked in my eyes and said, "Next year, on my birthday, I want you to get me pregnant." I could sense my orgasm subsiding. "That'll give us both time to find a bigger place and me time to find a job out here."

I held her tight and said, "That sounds like a terrific plan."

She eased herself off me. With my dick exposed, I could feel her cum on my balls. "In the meantime, we can get lots of practice."

We practiced so much that I barely got Cami to the airport in time the next day.

Cami is happy in her belief that no one has seen her pictures in twenty years. Since no one else is likely to know who it is, I see no reason to tell her about the retrospective that led to us finding each other. I've heard it said that real love stories don't have endings. I'll let you know if that's true.