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Cammi's Diary Ch. 01

By: MayorReynolds



June 7, 2013

Dear Diary,

My name is Cammi Marshall. I turned 18 three days ago and I'm going to Hartland University in August! I can't wait! Archton is such a boring town. There's nothing to do here and...

As Cammi made the last piece of leftover birthday cake disappear, she flipped through the black leather bound journal. Her eyes scanned the five pages she'd filled.

She smiled at her allusions to naughty subjects. Cammi Marshall, innocent virgin, bearer of a purity pledge ring, never late for church or youth group, and she was scribbling storms of dirty talk. It made her wonder how much of a wild side was buried beneath the good girl she was supposed to be.

Cammi re-read the note that had been scrawled behind the front softcover flap.

DEAR CAMMI,

Your real life begins today. Record all you see and experience. None of it should ever be forgotten!

LOVE,

AUNT NELDA

She felt a twinge of guilt. Obviously Cammi's Great Aunt Nelda hadn't intended for the book to be used for the sort of language one heard at a wild party or in a porno. So much of the diary seemed geared toward sex, boys and men, and her friends' love lives.

Cammi had sworn upon her life that no one would ever see this. She'd spent her teenage years loving and hating, fighting and making up with her girls, and she wanted to define the 'eighteen' threshold with no more drama.

Yet her muse gossiped with every letter she wrote. For instance, there was the entry about her best friend Tanya:

She would be all quiet and awkward with her hands folded in her lap. But that's an act. I know the real Tanya, and believe me, it's a crazy huge front. She loves sex! She's totally wild! The stories she's told me...I'd write them down but I would be blushing so badly!

Then Cammi went into detail about her other best friend Sasha:

Sasha doesn't even try to hide it. You can blink and she'll have disappeared with some guy. I even caught her looking at my DAD during the party! So gross!

Tanya and Sasha were a year older than Cammi. Theyd be entering their sophomore years at Hartland University in the fall and Cammi was anxious to join them as an incoming freshman.

"I'm such a bitch," Cammi said to herself. She covered her mouth and giggled. What was happening to her? If either one of her parents heard or read this kind of talk, there would be consequences.

Though her diary was fast becoming a self-incriminating confessional as far as her parents, friends and church were concerned, the more Cammi wrote the more she wanted to share. The book was like a friend who would never spill her secrets. Rereading the entries inspired her onward. After setting her empty plate aside, she picked up a pen and filled the bottom half of page five.

Dear Diary,

The truth is that I've been a devoted church girl my whole life. When I was thirteen I pledged to stay a virgin until marriage. It was this big ceremony, this dinner and dance with all the dads and their daughters. Weird looking back.

But I've been thinking: is it so wrong? Sex, I mean. And I wonder if I really want to start college a virgin. When I signed the paper it said I wouldn't even kiss a boy before marriage! But now that I'm going to college...

The bedroom door opened and Cammi quickly closed the diary. Her mother had entered without knocking.

"Where are your bags, Cammi Marshall?" she asked.

"I'm not done yet," Cammi said.

"Well, I hope you're done soon! We need to get up to the church. The bus leaves in an hour. Do you want me to help you?"

Her mother crossed the threshold and walked toward the bed. A sense of defensiveness sprang up within Cammi and she put out a halting hand. Her mother had gotten too close to the diary.

"No, I'll take care of it," Cammi said.

Her mother squinted. "Are you hiding something?"

"No, not at all," Cammi said.

Mrs. Marshall grunted in disapproval and then left.

Cammi turned back to the page she'd been working on.

Sorry, I'll finish the thought later. Gotta go. Youth group trip this weekend.

June 8, 2013

Dear Diary,

I write to you tonight conflicted, hands shaking, emotions torn and unsorted. Guilty or not guilty? I'll start from the beginning...

The youth pastor Michael Angel had arranged for the front desk to give everyone a wakeup call at 5:00 AM, and the group was expected to be on the beach at 5:30. Otherwise, Pastor Angel said, there'd be no point in calling it 'Light at the Beach,' as his sermon was to take place as dawn broke over the ocean.

Cammi awoke to a rude blaring from the hotel room's phone. It tore her from a dream where she'd been sitting beside Forrest Gump on his iconic bench. Forrest kept giving her boxes of chocolate, Cammi kept giving Forrest new pairs of shoes, and right before the wakeup call the chocolate and shoes collided together in a cyclone that formed a space shuttle built out of a giant carrot. In reality it made no sense, but in the dream, as is often the case in dreams, the logic was solid.

Bleary eyed, sleepy and grumpy, Cammi reached over and slapped the phone several times before she was coherent enough to remember that it wasn't her alarm. She worked her way out of bed, stretched, and checked her cell phone.

She had 29 minutes to meet the others at the beach. The bathroom shower was hissing, indicating that her paired roomie was already up and using it. Cammi grumbled and paced about the room. She barely knew this girl, and thus had no frame of reference as to how long she would take.

Time dwindled. Five minutes passed, then fifteen. At 5:21 the shower stopped running. Cammi stepped out the balcony and saw the youth group already gathering.

"Fuck it," Cammi muttered. She stripped off all her night clothes. Her breasts sprang free of their confines and in the moment before Cammi put on a fresh pair of panties, her vulva tingled under the room's cool breeze. She noticed that her pubis was glistening. How strange, Cammi thought, that she'd be aroused over a dream that in retrospect was not at all erotic.

"Ooh, language," Cammi's roommate said. She was clad in a towel and standing in the bathroom doorframe.

New clothes thrown on, Cammi brisked past the girl.

"You're not gonna take a shower first?" the girl called out.

#

"Ya'll are eighteen years old now, fresh out of high school," Pastor Angel said as the rising sun emphasized his rhetoric. "That means ya'll are going to college in the fall."

The youth group's attention was divided. Some were listening intently. Others were still half-asleep. Cammi was among the latter.

"But here's the thing most kids ya'lls age, even Christians, listen to me now, get into their heads. They say, 'I'm in college now. I got my own space. My parents aren't around. My pastor's not around. I can do whatever I want. The rules have changed. The rules have not changed, ya'll."

Cammi blinked her sleepy eyes. Her gaze wandered to a gull that had landed on the sand.

Pastor Angel held up his Bible in the brightening sun. "God's Word does not and has not changed. God's rules do not change. The rules for you, and what God expects of you at college, do not..."

Cammi dozed off for a moment or two.

"...that among those incoming freshmen, over sixty percent of them will graduate as Atheists..."

Fifty feet away from the group stood a couple, holding hands and watching the sunrise.

"...and seventy-five percent of the girls in that group of incoming freshmen, ya'll, will have a homosexual, relationship, with, another, female..."

There was nothing odd about them at the outset. They were minding their own business on a public beach. Cammi's attention returned to Pastor Angel.

"They call it 'experimenting.'" He scoffed. "Let me tell ya'll something. No, let me remind ya'll of something. In the eyes of the Lord your God, it's not 'experimenting.' The wages of sin..."

Cammi focused on the couple again. The girl was dressed in a short sleeved t-shirt and jeans. Her hair was an unwashed mess. She probably threw a bunch of clothes on without showering as Cammi had done.

The boyfriend had on a regular shirt as well but was clad in swim trunks. And as the couple enjoyed their serene moment, Cammi noticed that a bulge was pushing at the boyfriend's front. Before her astonished eyes, it swelled and grew like a flower in a time-lapsed video clip. Suddenly the bulge was saluting the air at a sharp angle.

"And then they think, 'Hey that felt good!'" Pastor Angel continued. "And they say, 'My parents lied to me. My pastor lied to me. God lied to me."

The girlfriend smiled. Their hand-holding broke.

Her hand crept to the boyfriend's bulge and gave it a squeeze. The boyfriend closed his eyes and quietly moaned. Still kneading his erection, the girlfriend whispered in his ear. The boyfriend's face broke out in a devilish grin.

The couple turned to leave. As they walked away, Cammi remained locked on the bulge. The tip end of it was wet.

"And just to be clear, let's read about what God says about sexual immorality, just so we're reminded of His plan for us, even when we're away at college..."

Cammi started sweating, but it was fairly chilly out on the beach at this time of morning. Her eyes and mind wandered.

She'd never seen a 'live' penis before, but she was familiar with how they looked. She'd seen illustrations of them in medical textbooks. The copy of The What's Happening to My Body? Book for Girls she had stealthily browsed in the library years ago had pointed out the different sections and described how they functioned. Wikipedia had actual, real photos of penises, including when they were hard and ejaculating.

"God makes it clear, right here ya'll, in plain text..."

She was turning away now. She was walking. The couple was a short distance ahead, enjoying their walk back to their building, no hurry to their steps.

"...and He's watching. We sometimes forget that, but He's always watching. Always watching, ya'll."

Pastor Angel's voice trailed off. Cammi, zombie-like, followed the couple. They either didn't notice her or didn't care. She was only going in the same direction they were.

Cammi stopped. Why? Where was she going? This was silly. Surely Pastor Angel was watching her leave, just as the others in the group had most certainly noticed. She was making no effort to conceal her escape.

She resumed walking. The couple had reached the hotel. The boyfriend held the door open for his girl and ushered her in. A short time later, Cammi was in the lobby. She caught their elevator before the doors closed.

The car started a slow climb up. The boy gave Cammi a quick glance but then looked away; she was no one of interest, just a passenger who'd hitched a ride with them. Cammi tried not to act suspicious.

Suddenly, the boyfriend swept the girl up in his arms and crushed his lips against hers. She lost herself in passion before giggling and pushing him away.

"What?" the boyfriend asked, frustration evident in his tone.

"Not here, okay?" the girl said with a smile.

"Sorry," he said, clearly not sorry and very worked up. His face was an intense shade of red. To Cammi's amazement, his bulge had actually gotten bigger.

It made her wonder if all penises really looked the same as she'd always thought. Against her better judgment an image formed in her mind of what lay under those swim trunks.

Cammi returned to Wikipedia and those medical texts. Her imagination began with a basic template of the stranger's genitals: a head, a corona connecting it to a shaft, and two testicles. Circumcised. Pubic hair. Since it was 'erect' it would be pointed at an angle like the Wikipedia photo.

But Cammi's imagination pushed it further, and in her mind's eye it changed size. It grew longer; the shaft fattened. The color changed from stock white to crimson.

Her nipples stiffened. In her rush to get to the meeting she'd forgotten a bra, and her naked tips pushed against her t-shirt's thin fabric. A stew brewed and heated in her panties. Cammi's legs trembled. Her face was as warm as her awakened genitals.

"Sorry about that," the girl said to Cammi, breaking the latter from an aroused stupor. How much time had gone by?

"You're fine," Cammi said sheepishly.

The elevator dinged and the metal doors slid open, revealing the dim hallway beyond. The couple walked out at their casual pace. Cammi stepped forward and then froze, watching them move down the hall.

Despite her horniness, Cammi's rationality returned. She was able to comprehend that she'd left the youth group and followed the couple all the way up here for no reason, with no purpose driving her but no way to stop herself. Now she felt embarrassed and stupid.

What had she been doing? What was her plan? Was she going to follow the couple into their room, expecting them to step aside for her? And if that had become a reality, then what? What happened to girls who so casually joined horny couples?

She was a virgin, never been kissed, her only knowledge of sex either from clinical texts or her friends' liberal usage of anecdotes and terminology. She'd trailed behind the boyfriend and girlfriend in a trance, but she had no idea how the story continued from here.

The couple disappeared behind their room door.

Cammi moved on watery legs. She stumbled and maintained her balance by grabbing hold of a wall.

She reached the door. Noises. Nerves rattled, she crept closer until she found the courage to put an ear to the door.

"Where?" the girlfriend asked.

"Right here," the boyfriend rasped.

"You have zero patience today, don't you?" the girlfriend said.

"Can you blame me? Come on. Please."

"H-hey! Don't just yank them down like some animal," the girlfriend protested.

"Come on, please, don't play, I, I need it," the boyfriend said breathlessly.

"I thought I'd give you a show first," the girlfriend said.

"A, a show?"

"Yeah, just sit there. On the floor."

"I'm about to cum in my—!"

"Shh. Just relax."

The conversation halted. Cammi's heart raced. She was soaked and stiffened with arousal. She wished the door's peephole was a two-way vantage point; then she cursed herself for wishing it. All she could do was listen and let the evidence play out as a theater of the mind.

The girl was putting on a 'show' for her boyfriend. That probably meant she was doing a strip tease. Cammi pictured the room beyond the door; in all likelihood it was laid out just like hers, with a small kitchen, a living/bedroom area with two Queens divided by a nightstand. There'd be an outdated TV. The room opened up to a balcony that overlooked the beach. It was still dawn out.

The girlfriend danced in Cammi's mind. She made a special effort to draw out her ordinary clothing being discarded. Cammi figured the girl was teasing her poor boyfriend something terrible by starting with innocuous articles like socks or rings.

The girl was an important part of the show, but only because of what she was doing for and to the main character in Cammi's play, the boyfriend. He was sitting on the kitchen floor, and what kept him from springing up and taking the girlfriend in a mad lapse of reason was her performance. He squirmed with lust and anticipation.

"Take it out. I want to see it," the girlfriend said.

Cammi didn't hear any clothing being undone, but acknowledged that the boyfriend had exposed his penis when the girlfriend said, "Good fuck, baby."

"I want it," the boyfriend said hoarsely.

"You want what? What do you want?" the girlfriend teased.

A pause.

"This?" the girlfriend asked. "Or maybe these? Be specific."

Cammi wondered what 'this' or 'these' were and concluded that the girlfriend was throwing her underwear at the boyfriend. If that were the case, Cammi was starting to admire this girl. She had a fiery assertiveness that was as intimidating as it was inspiring. Cammi wished she had that kind of confidence.

"You. I want, I want you," the boyfriend said.

"What are you doing? No touching yourself, now," the girlfriend said.

"You're so cruel," the boyfriend said.

"Yeah, you're so cruel," Cammi said out loud, passions inflamed. She clapped a hand over her mouth. She waited for the next line of dialogue, which would be Cammi's cue to either stay or run.

While one hand one was on her face, the other crept between her legs. She resisted the urge and found herself listening while keeping her roaming hand steady.

She couldn't take much more. The conservation was stimulating, the images it evoked tingling all of Cammi's sensitive areas. 

"Did you just call me cruel?" the girlfriend asked. "Stand up."

Something hit the floor.

"Calling me cruel," the girlfriend taunted. "I'll show you how nice I can be. You've waited long enough."

Cammi pictured the boyfriend's fantasy penis, the one from the photographs enhanced by her imagination. She visualized it being as hard and stalwart as before. But what was the girlfriend doing?

Cammi's question was soon answered with slurping noises. No, sucking noises. The girlfriend had put his penis in her mouth and she was sucking on it.

There was a popping sound.

"Did you get cum on my panties?" the girlfriend asked.

"I, yeah, sorry," the boyfriend said.

"It's okay."

More slurping noises.

"Uhh juhhh, muhhh uhh (pop) let you watch me clean them off with (pop) muhh muhh."

The boy moaned. The girl moaned, her mouth muffled. Cammi was mesmerized, and after a moment of distraction realized her hand had escaped her attention. It squeezed and cupped her crotch, mashing the fabric of her panties into her moistened center. Cammi yelped and covered her mouth again.

"Fuck yeah, Reese," the boy said.

Cammi's release was a necessity for survival now. She caught herself pushing against her crotch again. This time she let off only a little.

"Oh shit, Reese. That's good. That's so, fucking, good. Reese, slow down. Reese, if you don't, Reese, ah shit! Reese!"

The boy let out a noise that was half yell and half growl. A minute passed where he desperately gasped for air.

"Reese...Reese...oh my God...Reese..."

"Oh muhh guh yuh ruhh wuhh (gulp) worked up, baby."

'Reese' had taken on a mouthful of and then swallowed the boyfriend's ejaculation, his sperm, his semen. Tanya and Sasha used nonclinical terms: cum, jizz, spunk, dick spit. They said it tasted salty but it was easy to go down. And boys loved when a girl swallowed it. Spitting wasn't the preferred way to dispose of their sperm.

Cammi wondered what the boyfriend's sperm, cum, spunk, or dick spit tasted like. With that, she lost all semblance of control, overcome with lust that needed release. She dashed down the hall in the opposite direction she'd come, unable to get the play-by-play of her fantasy out of mind.

Sweaty hands fumbled with the elevator controls. Cammi ran in and resisted the urge to masturbate in the car. She'd played with herself before, but never in her life had she been this uncontrollably, irrationally horny. She was starved, utterly deprived of fulfillment, and if she didn't get off soon she felt she'd pass out.

The elevator stopped. Cammi rushed out, heart pounding. A fire had spread from between her legs, sending cravings to all parts of her body, parts that demanded to be touched.

She fumbled with the door's card reader. She flung open the room. Her assigned roomie was absent.

Cammi locked the bathroom door and was quickly out of her clothes. Her shirt, shorts and underwear went flying across the small space. Cammi's body ached for attention, and she practically crawled on the floor before she reached the shower.

Three fingers plunged inside her. She jolted at the penetration, as if the invasion hadn't come from her but a surprise attack from someone else. As she frisked her digits in and out at an anxious pace, she used her other hand to work the shower controls, a task that proved difficult. When the water was warm enough, Cammi threw a leg over the tub and then, reluctantly, the other. Having to halt her masturbation for only a few seconds was frustrating.


Cammi's Diary Ch. 01



Water streamed over Cammi's naked flesh. She threw her long hair behind her head. Her right hand resumed its relentless jilling, already building to a furious climax. Her left mashed a breast in her grasp, alternating between tweaking her nipple and kneading her soft flesh.

Her mind's eye resumed the show. She replayed everything she'd heard and visualized, only this time it wasn't 'Reese' who had the boy at her whim but Cammi. Cammi imagined herself dancing for him in the same way, getting him worked up and harder. He ogled Cammi's bare breasts when they came into view. She threw her bra over his head and hung her panties over his erect penis. Ejaculate seeped from his tip, spreading across Cammi's underwear.

Cammi snapped back into reality as an orgasm tore through her. She bucked and pushed against her fingers, drawing as much pleasure as possible out of her penetrating digits. She cried out over the hissing water. She continued pistoning her fingers. A smaller climax hit, and then a third.

She stopped to catch her breath. Then she resumed her play. Cammi was far from finished.

She closed her eyes. She was back in the hotel room again, getting on her knees.

"What do they taste like?" Cammi had asked Sasha.

"What does what taste like?" Sasha replied.

"You know. Things. Penises."

Sasha had grinned wickedly. "It's just skin, Cammi. Sucking a dick, Cammi, a dick, is not much different from putting your finger or your toe in your mouth. It's just tangier and sweatier because it's in his pants all day."

Sasha's insight became Cammi's fantasy. She breathed in a fine layer of sweat. The boy's head slipped past her lips. It had a tangy flavor that Cammi liked, encouraging her to draw him in further.

Back in the shower, Cammi lost her footing and fell. The complimentary shampoo and conditioner bottles crashed down with her. She scooted her back against the tub wall and started fingering herself again. She wasn't subtle or careful at all about it. There was no rhythm to her attack, only a starving need to orgasm as many times as she could.

In her fantasy she got creative with the penis, switching between bobbing her mouth up and down on the shaft and licking the sides. His semen, his salty 'cum,' still clung to him from where he'd fertilized Cammi's panties. She made an effort to clean it up whenever she could find it, and the taste awakened new levels of pleasure. The boyfriend's penis throbbed as more seed leaked from his tip. He wasn't going to last much longer.

Cammi came again. She was getting tired now but was unable and unwilling to stop. In reality she arched her hips up and drove her fingers in deeper; in the fantasy the boy breathed heavily as he ran his hand through her brown hair. She gently cupped his testicles.

"That's where his man-milk stores up," Tanya had chuckled.

Cammi wanted to see the boyfriend's 'man-milk' shoot out. And as she built closer and closer to what was going to be the deal breaking, exhausting orgasm, she wanted to taste it, and know what it felt like to swallow it as the girlfriend had done.

"Cammi," the boyfriend winced in her mind. "Cammi, I'm close."

Cammi moaned in the dream and real worlds.

"Take it, Cammi. Take it all."

She felt him getting harder, his skin tightening. His testicles retracted.

Her big finish ignited. It rose from her crotch, swelling bigger and bigger, like a balloon close to bursting.

"Here it comes!"

Cammi wolfed the shaft the rest of the way into her mouth.

Warm semen spurted against her tongue, then a second jet, then a third. She tried to hold it all in her mouth for him but some of it oozed down her throat and leaked from her clamped lips.

Both worlds, real and imagined, faded out into white.

#

When Cammi returned to the material plane she was no longer in the shower, which was still running, but sitting on the tiled bathroom floor. Her legs were spread apart with a mess of sticky fluids between them. There were red marks were she'd squeezed her wet breasts too hard.

Sitting inches from Cammi was a hairbrush. Close inspection told her that it belonged to the girl who'd been assigned to room with her.

Closer inspection revealed that the brush's handle was sullen with sticky juices, lost pubic hairs...and blood. Blood was drying on handle.

Cammi peered down at her distended vaginal lips, and she noticed that her vagina had blood evidence there as well. It didn't take long to piece together what had happened.

She had broken her hymen with the handle. She had lost her virginity to the hairbrush.

Cammi rinsed and scrubbed the brush as best she could. She didn't like the girl it belonged to, but didn't outright hate her enough to leave the item in such a state. Satisfied, Cammi placed it back on the counter.

She put her clothes back on and slipped beneath her bedcovers.

For the rest of the morning, Cammi was plagued with guilt and apprehension.

On the other hand, she couldn't deny that she'd had a lot of fun.

Her purity ring itched.

TO BE CONTINUED...



Cammi's Diary Ch. 02



June 10, 2013

Dear Diary,

Ever since I got back from 'Light at the Beach,' things have been...different. Tonight I'm torn between two people who share the same body: the good girl who wants to keep all my promises, and another me awakening on the inside, thinking all these dirty thoughts and tempting me with all these dirty things. Pretty soon I'm going to have to choose one over the other.

I'll start with this morning.

Cammi Marshall was walking through the wildflowers again. The field stretched from one horizon to the other, no end in sight. Overhead was a cloudless blue sky. The sun cast a summer's warmth on her face.

She was clad in a white satin dress, her favorite attire for this frequent outing. She liked when the vines sprang from the flowers in all directions and tore her clothes off, leaving no time between the second she was modest and the next when she was naked and vulnerable.

The attack suddenly came and then her was dress was gone, reduced to white confetti that the wind carried away. And no sooner was she stripped naked than the vines pulled her down into the wildflowers. The tendrils snaked around her. Her legs were pried apart. The ends of the vines morphed into penis heads that rubbed her erogenous areas, playing with her circular areolae and teasing her vulva. Even the most innocuous touch evoked raw pleasure.

Two tendrils moved close to her mouth and transformed into complete penises. Cammi grabbed hold of their shafts. She sucked one and stroked the other, alternating jobs between each. Meanwhile, another penis-vine funneled in and out between her breasts. Still sucking on one of the others, Cammi mashed her breasts together to increase the penis-vine's stimulation.

It spurted across her chest, landing pearly streaks on her mounds. The penis she was nursing climaxed as well, filling Cammi's mouth with seed that she happily swallowed. She turned to the left and worked on orally pleasuring the other until it came as well.

Now another penis vine was rubbing itself up and down her outer labia. Cammi gasped as it worked its way inside, penetrating her, taking her innocence.

#

She stifled a scream as she climaxed for the fifth time that morning. Cammi pretended the shower massager was an ejaculating penis and squeezed the hose. The water jet blasted pleasures through her entire body. Her clitoris was red and stiff, poking from its hood and soaking up the stream's delights.

The massager had become her favorite tool after the youth group trip. She was amazed she was just now discovering it. It allowed her the luxury of having a hundred fingers service her while she slapped, squeezed and molded her burning breasts.

Cammi's breasts were the physical asset she was most proud of, and as she writhed under the massager's power she longed for the day when she'd show them to a lucky man. They weren't huge the way she assumed males liked breasts, but were big enough that she couldn't fit her palms around them. Right now they were extra sensitive, and touching them in this manner could have ignited another climax without the massager's help. Cammi licked a nipple as the water stream drove her closer and closer to another orgasm.

She wanted to continue pleasuring herself all day, but the water was getting cold. Cammi intensified her fantasy, imagining that she was wallowing in a multitude of penis-vines that filled her mouth with sperm and took turns violating her lubricated folds. They shot semen all over her breasts, stomach and thighs. A lucky winner unleashed itself into her womb.

Cammi screamed. She didn't care who heard her.

#

Once Cammi's final orgasm subsided she did care who'd heard her, and was worried that in her mad passion she'd landed herself in trouble. She cleaned up as best she could and even sprayed the shower stall with air freshener to knock out any lingering scent of arousal. Then she got dressed and casually went downstairs.

Her mother, Rhonda Marshall, was sitting at the kitchen table when Cammi made her appearance. A mess of flyers and envelopes lay in front of Rhonda.

"Hi mom, whatcha doing?" Cammi asked, feigning innocence.

"About to mail these out to the church directory," Rhonda said. She was on the Good News Committee at the Marshalls' church.

"Sounds fun. I'm gonna get a snack."

"You know that's twice you've been in the shower this morning." Rhonda said, her words halting Cammi. "I counted three times yesterday after you got back from the trip. And you stay in there an awful long time, Cammi."

"It's because I've been exercising hard," Cammi explained. "I want to lose some pounds before college but then I get sweaty and need another shower."

Rhonda frowned. "There's no need to lie to me, Cammi. I know what's going on."

Cammi gulped. "You, you do?"

Rhonda adjusted her glasses. "Yes. I consider masturbation a healthy outlet for a woman's needs."

She looked at Cammi with a serious face. "However, I don't need to remind you, young lady, that you signed a pledge and took an oath. Promises can be broken to friends, Cammi, family too sometimes. But God is a different matter."

Cammi nodded. "I understand, mom. I'm not planning on doing anything wrong."

"Play with yourself all you want," Rhonda said. "There's nothing written down that says you can't. But the actual, act, itself is for the marriage bed. Also, try to find a place other than the shower? We don't need your father asking questions about the water bill."

Cammi nodded again. "Yeah. Probably not. Um, Tanya and Sasha are coming over in a bit. Is that okay?"

"I suppose," Rhonda said with disapproval in her tone.

"What do you mean you 'suppose?'" Cammi asked, catching onto said disapproval.

"I'm not ignorant in that matter either," Rhonda said. "I know what those girls get up to, or at least I've heard the rumors. But I trust your judgment, Cammi. I don't have a reason not to trust you unless you give me one."

Cammi smiled. "You can always trust me, mom."

"Good."

Cammi didn't feel she was lying. But the fantasies perpetuated their course through her mind, driving her back to her bedroom to masturbate again. She orgasmed twice more before she was finally satisfied.

She dreamed of orally pleasing a number of men around Archton, including a newspaper reporter, the neighbor down the street, his gardener, and even Pastor Michael Angel before Cammi was done.

As she lay naked and spent on her bed, fingers sticky and lungs starved for air, a thought began and ballooned into an idea. From there it became determination.

#

Later, the three girls were assembled in Cammi's room. Tanya was texting and Sasha was chewing her nails.

Cammi's father, Harold Marshall, had once jokingly referred to the group as the Neapolitan Trio, referring to the girls' assorted hair colors. Cammi's was a dark brunette, Tanya's a natural blonde and Sasha's a crimson red.

"So he gives this speech where's all like, 'I'm not your friend, Leroy. I'm a cop and you killed my sister,'" Tanya was saying.

"Then what happens?" Sasha asked.

"I don't wanna spoil it."

"I'm not planning on seeing it, so go ahead."

"Well, maybe Cammi wants to see it."

"Probably not," Cammi admitted.

Then she revealed the idea she'd been preoccupied with. Out of everyone she knew, these were the only two whom Cammi could trust to keep secrets such as this.

"I want to suck one," Cammi said.

Tanya's eyes left her cellphone. "Suck one what?"

Cammi blushed and looked at the floor. "You know. A man's...thing. His, penis."

Her friends threw their heads back and roared with laughter. Cammi looked between the two of them, resenting their amusement at her expense.

Sasha wiped tears from her eyes. "I, I'm sorry. We're not making fun of you."

"It sounds like you are," Cammi said, arms folded.

Tanya smiled. "You've just gotta stop using such proper terms, is all. That word 'penis' makes you sound like a doctor. And 'thing' is just too innocent."

"I think what she means is that guys like dirty talk better," Sasha said. "And trust me on this: you'll be a lot less nervous once you enhance your vocabulary."

"Not that she'd have trouble getting a cock to suck anyway," Tanya said.

"That's true," Sasha said.

Cammi cocked her head. "What do you mean by that?"

"Guys are so wired to want to fuck and get off that all you have to do is walk up to one and ask," Tanya said. "In fact, if you want to get this part of your sex life over and done with, I have a suggestion. Call it a dare."

"What are you talking about?" Cammi asked.

"Yeah, what are you talking about?" Sasha asked.

Tanya smirked. "A mall run."

Sasha giggled. "That's perfect. She should totally do it."

"I think it'd be good for her," Tanya said.

"What's a mall run?" Cammi asked.

"Well, first we have to get her past the language barrier," Sasha said.

"I agree," Tanya said.

"What's a mall run?" Cammi repeated.

"Oh, sorry," Tanya said, turning to Cammi. "A mall run is when you go to the mall, pick a guy, and ask if you can go off somewhere to suck his dick."

Cammi raised an eyebrow. "Just like that? Are you serious?"

"Serious as death," Tanya said.

"And you've done this?" Cammi asked.

"We both have," Sasha said.

"I don't believe you," Cammi said.

"It's the truth. I've done it three times," Tanya said.

"I've done it five," Sasha said.

Cammi scoffed. "I still don't believe you. And even if that's true, I, I don't think I could just walk up to a total stranger and just ask to suck his..."

Sasha and Tanya looked at Cammi with piqued interest.

"Suck his, his thing, his..."

"Say it," Sasha said, grinning.

"His, his...penis."

"No, no," Sasha chuckled. "Try again."

"His...dick," Cammi uttered. She turned away and blushed.

"There you go," Tanya said. "Now say it again."

"His dick," Cammi repeated with more courage.

"One more time, using the other word," Sasha said.

"His cock." Cammi was smiling.

"She's got it!" Sasha proclaimed.

"Okay now Cammi, here's your test," Tanya said. "Explain to me what a mall run is."

Cammi gulped. She fought off returning nervousness.

"A mall run is where I go to the mall and ask a random guy I've picked out if I can, can, suck his dick. Suck his cock. Put his, dick in my mouth."

As Tanya and Sasha cheered in triumph, Cammi sat down on the bed and folded her hands in her lap. Her face was flushed blood red.

"But I don't have it in me to do this mall run. I don't think I'm that kind of girl," she said.

"It does wonders for your confidence," Sasha said. "But do you still want to suck a cock, right?"

Cammi nodded.

"And what is it that you want to do?" Tanya asked.

"Suck a cock," Cammi said.

"Maybe a mall run is too soon for her," Sasha said to Tanya. "But there are other ways to take care of this business."

"Like how?" Tanya asked.

"Like"—Sasha grinned—"We could call him."

"Him who?" Tanya asked. Then it hit her. "Oh. Him."

"I'm confused again," Cammi said.

"But we're not calling him," Tanya continued. "He's my boyfriend."

"He's nobody's boyfriend," Sasha said. "His cock belongs to the known universe."

"Guys," Cammi said, raising her voice.

"Ugh, what it wrong with us?" Tanya said. "We keep leaving her out."

"We're talking about Bryce Wilson," Sasha said.

Cammi couldn't believe it. The image of the individual in question made her squirm in her seat.

"Bryce, Bryce Wilson? You mean the quarterback for the Hartland Warriors?" Cammi asked.

"The same," Tanya said. "But he's supposed to be my boyfriend."

"He's not," Sasha said.

"I wanted to change him," Tanya lamented.

"We all do," Sasha added. "But in any case, if you're willing to let your ego go he'd be perfect for Cammi. He could take her virginity too, if she wanted."

"He's pretty big, though," Tanya said.

"He's big but he's got stamina and knows how to be gentle," Sasha said. "And I should know, because he took my cherry."

Cammi blinked. "Have you both had intercourse with—?"

"Fucked," Tanya corrected her.

"Fucked, Bryce Wilson?"

Tanya and Sasha exchanged devilish smirks.

"I guess that would be one way of putting it," Tanya said, "since we ended up a threesome with him."

Cammi had lost of count of how many times she'd been shocked during this conversation. "Ended up in a...?"

"That's a story for another time," Sasha said. "But if you're ready and willing, Cammi, I'm sure he'd be happy to provide this service. All it'll take is one call to get him down to Archton. What do you say, Cammi?"

Cammi tensed up. She remembered her mother's words from that morning.

The actual act itself is for the marriage bed.

And she remembered her oath from years ago.

I pledge, with all my heart, soul, and honesty, before my father and before the Father Almighty, to remain a virgin until the day I can give myself as a gift to my...

"That, depends on what he's going to do," Cammi said. "I'm not sure if I'm ready to, to go all the way."

"What do you mean by go all the way?" Sasha insisted.

Cammi half-smiled. "Fuck. I'm not sure if I'm ready to fuck. Get fucked."

Sasha sighed. "You think he'd drive two hours just to get a blowjob, Tanya?"

"If he's coming down to be any kind of first, I think he would," Tanya replied.

"I can call him right now, Cammi, and see if he can give you a taste of his dick," Sasha said.

Cammi smiled. "Alright then. Go for it."

Sasha was scrolling through her contact list when Cammi asked another question.

"He, it's just a blowjob right? He, he's not going to do anything to, with my vagina is he?"

"It's called a 'pussy' Cammi," Sasha corrected.

"He's not going to do anything to my pussy, is he?"

"He'll only do what you want him to," Sasha said.

"Use the word 'cunt' Cammi," Tanya said.

"Cunt," Cammi said. Red returned to her cheeks.

"Good. Say it again, this time in a sentence."

June 11, 2013

Dear Diary,

I'm a woman now.

Yes, I mean in 'that way.' I've got a long story to tell. Brace yourself.

It started as a trip to the mall for some pillows.

That was all it was and all it was supposed to be. At no point during the drive over or during the acquisition of said pillows did Cammi remember yesterday's conversation. Her plan was to finish shopping, grab some lunch, go home and masturbate.

Then she stopped and looked around.

She was surrounded by male forms. Suddenly her mind returned to those naughty places it always did now. She pictured what all the men looked like naked, and the sizes, shapes, and colors of their cocks. Cammi wondered if any were hard or semi-hard, and if their erections were a result of her presence. The thought alone almost inspired her to make a mad run to the mall restroom and relieve her itching sexual tension.

But before that happened, Cammi started surveying the mall for targets. She was a woman possessed, no longer in control of her thoughts or actions. A more appropriate metaphor might have been a marionette on a string, forced to hop along by an unseen hand.

Tanya and Sasha hadn't been lying about their mall run adventures. Every bout of sexual misconduct they'd gotten up to at Hartland University had been true. Cammi knew this because their reputation lingered around Archton. Whenever the girls returned home from college, fresh stories sprouted up about what they were doing in their free time, and those stories always got back to Cammi.

Based on this, Cammi was sure her friends weren't setting her up to embarrass herself. On the other hand, what she was contemplating was already embarrassing her.

But she'd made up her mind and it was out of her hands. Hair clung to her brow. Her cunt throbbed. She saw her mark. A man, either college aged or a few years beyond that, was sitting alone at a fast food chicken outlet.

Cammi approached him, fire in her soul, desire flooding her veins. She pictured all the possibilities and her pussy moistened as a result of her fantasies. He didn't pay attention to her on her way over.

She cleared her throat. "Excuse me."

The man's chicken sandwich was nearing his open mouth when he stopped and noticed her.

"My name's Cammi," she said.

He stared at her awkwardly. The way his mouth was still open to receive the sandwich would have been comical if his face didn't make her nervous.

"Would you, would you like to go off somewhere so I can suck your dick?"

He put down his sandwich and chuckled.

"I'm serious," Cammi said.

"I appreciate the offer," the man said through his chuckling.

He held up his hand. A wedding band sparkled in the mall lights.

"That wouldn't be such a great idea," the man concluded.

Cammi smiled and turned away. All the fire went out. She cursed herself for going through with this idea and foresaw guilt the rest of the day. She quickened her pace as she crossed the mall's center. Tears were threatening to flow and Cammi didn't want anyone to see her crying.

"I wish a hot girl would give me a blowjob."

Cammi stopped walking.

At first she assumed it was her imagination, some figment conjured up because of what was going through her own mind. But when the voice started chanting "I wish, I wish, I wish" at a lower volume, Cammi traced it back to a real source.

A boy her age was sitting on a nearby bench. He was clutching something in his hand. Cammi watched him long enough to see that it was a Wishing Stone, the latest fad to make an entrepreneur millions. Wishing Stones were nothing more than river rocks, but the power of suggestion had people swearing upon them the way that Ouija Boards talked to ghosts.

Girls made up the main demographic of people who purchased Wishing Rocks, and Cammi found it cute that a boy would be so desperate he'd buy one and wish for a blowjob.

It was almost like fate that this had happened. He was willing and so was Cammi. She got a wicked idea and approached the bench.

Like the man with the sandwich, the boy was too preoccupied with his Wishing Stone to notice her. But when she cleared her throat his head jolted up in surprise. He examined her up and down.

"Hi, I'm Cammi," she said. "Would you like to go off somewhere so I can suck your dick?"

#

The ride home was awkward, to say the least. The boy squeezed his Wishing Rock and kept stealing glances at Cammi. He hadn't say a word after she made her offer, just resigned himself to a wish come true.

Both Harold and Rhonda were out. Cammi didn't expect them back for a while, which would give her plenty of time to go through with the act she'd promised.

"What's your name?" she asked.

"Alec," he replied.

Cammi smirked. "So Alec, what are you thinking about right now?"

"Whether or not this is real," Alec said. "I mean, I guess, these things really work, huh?"

Cammi didn't reply to the question. It was more fun letting him believe in magic.

"I mean unless this is all a trick and you're planning to rob me or something," Alec said in a weaker voice. "I mean maybe you are gonna do this, suck me, whatever, but I know about robberies and murders that happen this way and, and I, I'm warning you, I have friends I can call, cops. My dad's a cop."

"Trust me," Cammi said.

She reached over and cupped the bulge that was protruding from his jeans. His cock pulsated beneath her palm.

"You're gonna get what I said Alec, and I'm not robbing you of anything except what's in your balls. Because I'm gonna swallow every drop of your cum. Every. Drop."

Cammi was still amazed with herself at her words, her thoughts, how far she was taking this. She stifled a giggle, not wanting to make Alec more suspicious than he already was.

"Are, are you a real girl?" Alec asked. His nervousness was giving way to pleasure.




Cammi's Diary Ch. 02



"Of course I'm real," Cammi replied.

She took his hand and pressed it against her right breast. Alec let out a choked breath. Cammi was astounded as well. No one else had ever touched her here, in this way.

"See? Real," she said.

Cammi liked having Alec's hand on her a lot, so much so that she kept him pressed against her tit the rest of the way home. When they got out, Alec trailed and stumbled behind Cammi all the way up to her bedroom. She closed and locked the door. He dropped onto her bed.

Cammi smiled with wickedness. Her eyes took on an animal hunger as she closed the distance between herself and Alec. She dropped to her knees in front of him and gave his bulge another squeeze. The mysterious of what lay under his jeans had been prodding at her curiosity. She was tired of waiting.

Alec's mouth dropped as Cammi undid his pants. His cock, barely contained in his boxers, sprang out when his buttons parted. There was a wet spot at the tip of his cockhead. Cammi licked her lips.

Reality hit her that was the first live dick she'd ever seen, and despite having no examples for comparison she thought Alec was a good size. She unwrapped him from the fabric like a present.

Cammi took a moment to examine what she'd revealed. His cock didn't look much different from the clinical photos she'd seen, with the exception of a scraggly, overgrown pubic patch his dick grew out of. Everything seemed to be in the right place.

"So this is a cock," Cammi cooed, giving the bare flesh a slow stroke with her hand.

"Uh?" Alec uttered.

Cammi stared into his eyes with a lustful gaze, causing him to throb and warm under her touch.

"I'm a virgin, Alec," Cammi said, feminine power dripping off her words.

"Really?" Alec asked in astonishment.

"Mm, yeah. You're the first man I've ever touched. How does that make you feel, Alec?"

"Me too," Alec said.

Cammi continued stroking him, kneading his head before spitting in her hand and using it as lube to work his shaft up and down.

"What do you mean?' Cammi asked him.

"I'm a virgin, too."

Cammi smiled. "Oh yeah? Nice dick like this? That surprises me, Alec."

"Bad luck," Alec managed to reply.

Cammi increased her stroking speed. "I think your luck's about to change."

"Are we gonna fuck?" Alec rasped.

She shook her head. "Mm-mm. Blowie, no pokey."

"How come?" he asked.

She gave him a deep kiss on the lips, drinking it in and enjoying it before breaking away.

"You talk too much," Cammi said.

She lowered her head. Her heart thumped so hard that she could feel it pounding in her chest. Past lectures from Pastor Angel and her mother and father entered her mind and then left. She'd passed the threshold. There was no returning.

Alec's shaft slipped into Cammi's mouth. She started by sucking him slow, getting used to the physiological and mental impact of it all. The taste was difficult for her to put into words. It had the distinct smell and flavor of sweat and skin, but there were other factors she couldn't identify. It was not the same as tasting a finger.

She worked on instinct, as if the ability to suck cock was inherent knowledge. She could tell when she was doing it right or wrong by the way Alec breathed. His pleasured gasps obviously meant he was enjoying himself, and when he stopped he was uncomfortable. Cammi figured out that poking the shaft with her teeth hurt more than it helped, and she amended her technique.

She also used Alec's breathing to help with her rhythm. She timed his exhalations with her speed, and the result was encouraging. He grew harder, hotter and bigger in her mouth, and soon he was writhing on the bed.

If only Tanya and Sasha could see her now.

As Cammi sucked Alec, using her hand and mouth interchangeably, her other hand crept to her jean shorts. Her pussy was pulsing, aching for release beneath the fabric, and when she touched herself she had a small climax. The burst of pleasure caused her to moan, creating a vibrating sensation that gave Alec obvious pleasure.

Though Cammi's attention was devoted to the cock in her mouth and hand, her fingers worked their way into her waistband, first unsnapping the buttons and then combing through her pubic hair and the wet, distended lips that followed. She came again and had to steady herself on the mattress.

She sucked him at a faster pace. Her fingers rubbed her pussy and increased her sex drive, which in turn made her show the cock more passion. She popped Alec out and licked the corona and sides. She fondled his balls, rolling them between her fingers before stroking his shaft.

"Do you, do you have some milk for me today, Alec? I want it all. I'll swallow your fucking cum."

"Oh shit," was Alec's reply.

Cammi came a third time. That was when she lost control. She sucked, licked and stroked while masturbating herself into a carnal frenzy. Alec inhaled and exhaled in desperation.

"Cammi. Cammi, I'm about to, if you wanna..."

Cammi wasn't stopping. Now that she'd had the experience of sucking off a man she was ready for the full course. As Alec's breath shortened, Cammi held his cock steady at the base and moved her mouth at a fast pace, letting her mouth get fucked.

"Cammi," Alec panted. "Cammi, Cammi, oh shit, oh yes Cammi, yes...!"

His words faded into whimpers. Cammi continued working him. She played with his balls using her free hand, thinking that it would stimulate and stir his cum.

A thick jet struck the roof of her mouth, followed by a second, a third, and a fourth.

Her first thought was that it was indeed salty as her friends had suggested. Her second thought was that it was bitter, but that the taste wasn't terrible.

In fact, she was getting used to it. Though the taste was slightly off-putting, it was turning her on, flooding her pussy even more.

Alec's cock had stopped spurting but more of his load drizzled onto her tongue. Cammi withdrew him, reluctant to let the taste of his cock go. As he slipped out his flaccid dick brushed against her mouth, leaving a trail of cum in its wake.

Cammi tilted her head back. She had a harder time swallowing his cum than she had collecting it in her mouth, but with effort and pacing it oozed down her throat. She suppressed a gag reflex and then wiped the sperm from her lips. She looked Alec dead in the eyes with that same animal stare as she licked cum from the back of her hand.

The sight of Cammi slurping up Alec's spunk hardened him to half-mast. Cammi was shocked at the sight of this. She knew boys needed to recover after cumming, but Alec was getting up again in no time at all.

He was geeky but he had stamina, Cammi realized. She wondered whether this was a common occurrence among males or if Alec was gifted in some way. And if he was the latter, maybe it was a waste to let him go so soon.

Watching that cock harden and lengthen back to full life was lowering Cammi's inhibitions. A tremble started in one leg and then the other, eventually overtaking her whole body.

Cammi recalled all the youth group warnings about sexual situations and the library of books that provided instructions on how to avoid losing one's purity. It was exactly this sort of situation that those books said to walk away from, because once the hillside to lust was descended there was no returning. She had her promise to think about, that promise she'd made to her father and to God, and the ring she wore that symbolized it all.

But Alec's dick was standing at attention. Precum glistened from the tip. He was ready to go, and Sasha had said that once they came and got stiff again, they lasted longer.

Cammi found herself at an intersection in her mind.

She lifted her shirt from the bottom and let it sail across the room. She gave Alec a moment to ogle her spilling cleavage before she spoke.

"So Alec, are you finished or do you wanna have real fun?"

TO BE CONTINUED...



Cammi's Diary Ch. 03



There was no way he could have said no. After I'd sucked him off and watched him grow hard again like that I couldn't either. Everything I'd been taught about my sacred virginity left the room. I wanted more. "You've got to take what you can get," to quote the expert Sasha. It was time for me to get it.

"Cammi, are, are you sure, you wanna do this?" Alec stammered.

Cammi rubbed Alec's shoulders and stared into his eyes. Alec broke eye contact from her, distracted by her cleavage. Cammi was still clad in a bra and her breasts, not large but enough to be noticed, spilled over the cups. His fingers trembled.

"What makes you think I don't?" Cammi asked.

Alec cleared his throat, enraptured by her tits. "You said you're a virgin."

"Yeah, and so are you, right?" Cammi said.

She teased him by pulling at her jean shorts, running her hands over her crotch and shaking her ass. When it seemed like Alec couldn't watch without cumming again, Cammi tossed her bottoms in the same pile as her shirt, revealing white cotton panties for Alec to adore. Her pussy had dampened the fabric.

"Do you wanna go to college a boy or a man?" Cammi asked, hands on her slender hips.

Alec scratched his neck. "A, a man, definitely. I just, don't, don't want to hurt you, is all."

"Hurt me how?" Cammi asked.

Alec's face went pale. "You know, your, you know, when guys push, insert, stick their, up, the first—"

"Oh, that? I already popped my cherry with a hairbrush."

Alec looked confused. "Hairbrush?"

"Yes. Now stop talking or I walk."

She leaned against him, pushing him further back onto the bed.

"You don't want me to walk, do you Alec?" Cammi whispered in his ear, making sure to utilize her warm breath.

"No." Alec shook his head. "Please don't walk."

"Good. Stand up."

Cammi stood herself, giving Alec room to rise. His cock was fully erect and ready to go, so hard it was almost against his stomach. Cammi's mouth watered at the sight. She could still taste his cum in her mouth and down her throat, which perpetuated her arousal. Juices had escaped her panties and ran down her leg in a glistening trail. Her scent was wafting into the air.

"Come over here, Alec."

He took nervous steps toward her half-naked body. She drew him into her arms and pushed his head into her cleavage, pressing his face into the soft flesh. Cammi could feel his breath tingling her skin.

"Do you like those?" Cammi said huskily.

She cupped his hard cock. "Do you want to throw me on the bed, rip off my clothes, shove your big, hard—"

Her words were cut off by a muffled scream. Alec's reaction confused her. Was she hurting him? Was he losing his mind? Did males yell like this when they were sexually excited?

Something warm pelted her leg.

"Did you, did you just cum again?" Cammi asked, moving to see.

Still nuzzled in her tits, Alec nodded slowly. Cammi let him go and he returned to his previous seat on her bed. Cum drizzled down his waning shaft.

"That was twice, wasn't it?" Cammi said, watching the spunk run to her feet. It crisscrossed with her own drying trail of fluid.

Alec hung his head in shame. "I, I'm sorry."

Cammi smiled. "There's no need to apologize, Alec."

"I guess, you can take me back to the mall," Alec said, eyes still glued to the floor.

"We're not done here yet," Cammi said.

"It takes me a while," Alec muttered. "Twice like that, it's hopeless."

"Yeah, but you have a gift, don't you Alec?"

He looked up at Cammi.

"I don't think this is gonna be a problem," Cammi said.

She leaned against him and he fell backwards onto the mattress.

"I'm your magic wish girl, remember?" Cammi said.

Cammi cradled his limp, sticky cock.

"Or do you doubt my magic wish girl powers?" Cammi asked with a pout.

"No," Alec uttered.

Cammi stroked him up and down. "But you said it was hopeless. Do you still think that, Alec? Even if I did this?"

She dropped, and in a careful, teasing manner drew his cock into her mouth. Cammi was floored by the flavor of sweat and cum. She made a display of lapping up spunk wherever she found it.

Cammi propped herself up on all fours and slipped a hand into her panties. She withdrew juices from her excited cunt, and after putting them under Alec's nose to whiff, put them in her mouth, adding pussy flavor to the male residue on her tongue.

"Mm, I love tasting myself," Cammi cooed. "But you know what would make things easier?"

Alec's cock twitched started to swell, slower than before but on its way back to life.

"If I didn't have all this in my way," Cammi said. 

She reached behind her and unclasped her bra. It sprang open, spilling her tits into the bedroom light and before Alec's widening gaze. Instinctively he reached up, but Cammi put his hand back down.

"Not yet," she said.

She lifted her legs, giving Alec a teasing shot of her ass. Grabbing her underwear by the waistband, Cammi started pulling and then stopped.

Alec was half-hard now.

"Do you want me to go on?" Cammi asked.

"Yes," Alec said in a barely audible whisper.

"What?"

"Yes," Alec managed to say louder.

"Oh but Alec, you used the word 'hopeless,' remember? I mean what's the point of"—she slid her panties the rest of the way off, over her knees and past her ankles—"doing this if it's hopeless?"

Cammi couldn't help but grin at this wicked person speaking for her from within. She really did feel like a darker, sluttier personality shared her body.

The air tingled her exposed cunt, turning her on even more. But the added stimulation was nothing compared to the feeling of having a male staring at her naked body for the first time. She parted her legs for him, providing Alec a clear view of the brown pubic patch that crowned and surrounded her labia. Aside from dialing back for bikini season Cammi never had a need to completely shave her pussy. Today her pubic hair shimmered with accumulated sweat and juices, showing Alec how much she was willing and wanting him.

"Hold these for me," Cammi said.

She laid her panties over his face. In the meantime, she grabbed hold of his ever-fattening dick and sucked it. As Cammi played with his balls with her free hand, Alec grew harder in her mouth.

"You're getting hard again Alec," she said between sucks. She nursed his cock another minute.

"It's awesome," Alec said. The panties still lay on his face. Cammi imagined him drawing her scent in through his nostrils, a thought that drove her mad with lust.

"Looks like you're ready," Cammi said, stroking his tightened shaft.

Alec didn't respond with words, only heavy breathing.

Cammi spun and threw herself down on the mattress. She pried the panties from Alec's face.

"Look at me, Alec."

He looked at her.

"Fuck me."

Alec climbed on top of her, his cock angled at her entrance. Cammi had a theory that human bodies must have been designed this way on purpose, to align and connect so perfectly like she was about to do with Alec.

Cammi gritted her teeth. "Do it."

He aimed his dick toward the goal. His cockhead was pressed against her swollen lips when he stopped.

"I, I have a condom in my wallet," Alec said.

"That's okay," Cammi said. "It's a safe day."

Alec grinned with a new excitement Cammi hadn't seen from him before. He pushed forward. His head penetrated her folds, and in that moment he'd gone further with Cammi than a male ever had. A third of his shaft entered her.

"Ooh!" Cammi yelped, not in pleasure but in surprising pain.

Alec quickly withdrew. "What's wrong?"

"Hurts a little," Cammi said.

Alec's eyes exploded open. "Oh, oh shit. I'm sorry Cammi. I'm sorry. I, I thought, you said, a hairbrush, your, whatever it is, but I didn't, oh man, is it, is it, how—?"

"Shut up," Cammi interrupted. "It's fine. Just, go slower, okay?"

"Okay," Alec said breathlessly. "Okay, I will."

With that Alec penetrated her again, this time with more care and concern. The only objects that had been in her this point were an annoying roomie's hairbrush and Cammi's eager fingers. A cock was a different entity entirely.

But as Alec slid inside her with surgical precision, whatever pain she'd felt at first poke was giving way to pleasure. Alec was hitting nerves that had never been touched, pleasure zones never stimulated. Half his shaft was in, two-thirds, and then the whole cock.

Cammi felt complete, whole, as if this cock was a missing piece she didn't realize she'd needed until now. Physically it filled her up; her vaginal muscles tightened around it.

"Move," Cammi said.

Alec started moving his hips in a slow but unsteady rhythm as he lay between Cammi's splayed legs. At first his thrusts were uneven, but then instinct kicked in and his fucking provided more consistent stimulation. Cammi moaned. Her pussy was well-lubricated, making it easy for Alec's cock to glide in and out of her. The initial resistance had been bypassed and there was no discomfort anymore, only pleasured feelings the male member provided her.

The tips of Cammi's nipples tingled; she grabbed her tits to increase the stimulation and then pushed her hips forward to meet his cock. The result was incredible. She was close to cumming and Alec had barely started.

He thrust and thrust, panting, sweating. Cammi responded in kind, moaning, writhing, and meeting the cock as it slid back into her cunt. Every slam of his crotch against hers made her tits quiver and bounce. Her sweaty hair was fanned out and matted to her pillow.

After a few moments Cammi got used to the stimulation and it stopped feeling as amazing. Alec moved at the same pace. 

"Faster," Cammi said.

Alec let out a snort that sounded like a bull and fucked faster. The pleasure returned immediately, and once again Cammi felt the satisfaction of being fucked. She cried louder, on the edge of an orgasm.

"Fuck me!" she exclaimed as the shockwave overtook her body. Alec was still thrusting when her climax hit, and in that moment Cammi was glad her parents were away.

Or were they? How much time had passed? It didn't matter. Cammi bucked and screamed as she came on Alec's pistoning dick. This encouraged the boy to fuck harder and deeper.

"So, so good," Cammi moaned between gasps for air.

"Yeah?" Alec said, out of breath himself.

"Oh yeah. Keep going."

Cammi's hopes had been realized. After two orgasms Alec was laden with stamina, hard and unlikely to blow it again soon. Cammi savored her luck. After a few more thrusts she withdrew from Alec.

"What are you doing?" Alec asked.

Cammi changed positions, throwing her legs on either side of Alec. Facing him, she grabbed his cock and guided it back inside of her.

"I heard this feels better," Cammi said.

Actually Tanya and Sasha had told her this would feel better for her, and Cammi was driven to indulge in as much of her own pleasure as possible. She rested her hands on Alec's chest and began gyrating her hips.

It felt incredible. Not only was the sensation different, being on top evoked an emotional high. Here Cammi was in complete control, Alec's dick at her whim. She loved the reverse in roles, no longer the dominated one but queen of the whole situation.

She leaned forward, increasing the stimulation afforded by Alec's cock. He reached up to play with her tits. Cammi threw her head back at the touch of his hands on her firm flesh.

Alec closed his eyes. "I, think I'm, getting, close."

Cammi frowned. "Not yet. Hold on a little bit longer, Alec."

"Not, sure, if I, can, Cammi."

They were both drenched in sweat; Cammi would have to find a way to clean the evidence without her parents knowing. The air was thick with a blanket of sex. Breathing it in made Cammi eager for more, and she had a feeling Alec thought the same.

But if Alec was getting eager that meant he was going to cum soon, and Cammi wasn't ready yet. She wanted to get the full satisfaction of her first fuck before Alec spurted again, because after three cums the situation likely would be hopeless. He was insistent that he was on the brink. Cammi needed an idea quick.

"Think of something other than sex," Cammi rasped, bouncing up and down on his cock.

Alec's face tightened and reddened. "Oh shit. What?"

"I dunno." Cammi bit her lip from the pleasure. "Count to fifty in your head. Look around my room. Think of things you see."

"Okay. I'll try."

"No, don't, ah, shit Alec! Don't just try."

"Um, alright. I see your lamp."

"Lamp, okay."

"Oh, oh man. Nightstand."

"Mm, okay. That's good Alec, that's good."

The thrusts continued at the same pace. A fresh flood of pussy juice made Alec's passage easier still.

"Ceiling fan."

"Yeah. Come on, Alec."

"Chest...of...drawers."

Cammi sucked on her finger. She was almost there, almost to the point where could stop torturing him.

"Picture...frame," he groaned.

"Yes, Alec, yes!"

"Car...pet...oh, oh—!"

Alec made an inhuman sound, something that Cammi described in her diary as between a choking man and a lion's roar. Suddenly his cock was out of her pussy. Her cunt felt empty, in need of the dick that had departed.

It was over, or would have been if Cammi passively accepted it as such. As soon as Alec popped out Cammi dove for his cock. Her lips clamped onto it just as fluid burst, splashing the roof of her mouth with cum. This flavor was sensational. The mixture of male and female fluids, of pussy juice and warm cum, enraptured Cammi. She reached between her legs and rubbed her pussy until it gave her the climax she'd hoped for before Alec lost control.

Cammi made eye contact with Alec and swallowed his load for the second time that day. Then she collapsed beside him, her naked body smelling of sweat and sex.

They lay beside each other and caught their breath. A long time passed before either spoke.

"That was awesome," Alec said.

"Yeah," Cammi said.

And it had been, in the heat of the moment. But upon reflection, Cammi wasn't so sure.

#

Cammi watched Alec disappear through the mall's double doors before she drove away.

She was now a woman in the sexually initiated sense, but a woman plagued by mixed emotions nonetheless.

Cammi had officially lost her virginity, and with that came the guilt over breaking her promise. Images came to her mind. They were images of her purity ring, of the pledge she'd signed being torn in half and catching fire, and of God—whatever God looked like, anyway—glaring angrily at her.

"I pledge, with all my heart, soul, and honesty, before my father and before the Father Almighty, to remain a virgin until the day I can give myself as a gift to my husband, and with my signature and this ring I vow to stay pure in heart, body and mind..."

"The actual act itself is for the marriage bed..."

"Let me tell ya'll something. No, let me remind ya'll of something. In the eyes of the Lord your God, it's not 'experimenting.' The wages of sin..."

But above all that was an unsatisfied feeling at her core. She'd always been told that after the 'first time' everything was different, whether it was a proverbial weight being lifted off one's shoulders or worries over extra responsibilities. Aside from the guilt, there was a notion that Cammi had gone all the way and the idea that it hadn't quite sunk in. Beyond that, she was the same Cammi as before, impurity notwithstanding.

She was unfulfilled, though it occurred to her that being unfulfilled meant she still fit the definition of 'pure.' But that couldn't be true because of the guilt.

During the whole encounter with Alec, Cammi had forgotten about her phone. There were three missed calls with three accompanying voicemails.

She checked the first one as she entered traffic.

"Hey, it's Tanya. Just calling to let you know that Bryce is on the road and should be in Archton in about two hours. Give me a call and get over to my house as fast as you can."

Cammi almost slammed on brakes. Tanya had made the call to Bryce Wilson yesterday. He was due to touch down today, fun with a virgin Cammi being his sole purpose in traveling to Archton.

Cursing herself, fingers shaking, Cammi checked the second voicemail.

"Hey, it's Tanya again. Not sure if you got my voicemail from before, but Bryce just called again. He's about half an hour away. Hurry on over. Oh, and I hope you don't mind but I gave him your number."

Finally, she listened to the third. The voice was familiar from all the television interviews she'd seen with him, only this time he was talking to her personally.

"What's up, Cammi Marshall? It's Bryce Wilson, Hartland University's famous quarterback. I'm about fifteen minutes away and I'll be ready to go as soon as I get there. Hope you're ready for me."

Cammi found Tanya's number in the contact list and called her.

"Cammi?" Tanya warily greeted. "I've been worried sick and Bryce should have been here ten minutes ago. He's not answering his phone. Where are you?"

Cammi hesitated.

"Cammi, you okay?" Tanya asked.

"I've gotta tell you what just happened," Cammi said. 

TO BE CONTINUED...



Cammi's Diary Ch. 04



Alec and then Bryce Wilson. That's right, Diary. I went there. Is this something that happens often? Are there lots of girls who go from losing their virginity to climbing on their second dick an hour later, or am I one of very few?

I felt bad. I mean Bryce Wilson had driven two hours to reach Archton and he wasn't going to get the virgin mouth or pussy he'd been promised.

Gas isn't cheap.

"You what?" Tanya exclaimed.

"I already told you on the phone," Cammi said.

They were standing outside Tanya's house in the midafternoon sun, waiting for the Hartland Warriors quarterback to make his appearance. Cammi had arrived late, and it was evident that Bryce would be even later.

"But, but he should be here any minute!" Tanya protested. "And you're telling me, you, I, who was he, Cammi?"

"A boy I met at the mall," Cammi said. Then with a grin: "I did a mall run, Tanya."

The words seemed foreign to Tanya at first. "A mall, run? Oh. Wow, Cammi."

Then the blonde cracked a smile. "I'm impressed. Well, I mean I would be if we hadn't promised Bryce what you already gave away."

Cammi was confused as to why Tanya was making such a big deal about this, yet she understood that Bryce was driving out of his way for one reason, a reason that was now lost to him because of Alec.

"Who says he can't still get it?" Cammi asked.

"You just did," Tanya said disdainfully, "when you told me you had your first blowjob and fuck a little while ago."

"I mean why does he have to know?" Cammi said. "If I pretend nothing's changed he wouldn't be the wiser, right?"

"Except this guy would have broken you in," Tanya responded. "And Bryce has fucked a lot of virgins, Cammi. Believe me, he'll know."

"That's all it is, then? Physical evidence?" Cammi asked. "I never told you about the hairbrush, did I?"

Tanya blinked. "Hairbrush?"

Before they could continue the conversation, an engine approached. Bryce Wilson's red Corvette rumbled with bass beats when he came to a stop in the driveway.

The engine died and the driver's side door opened. Bryce was tall, six feet or more, with short blond hair and bangs. His biceps were clearly defined and the loose fitting shirt he wore left little to the imagination in terms of the pecs and abs he'd built for the field.

He grinned and took off his Aviators, revealing blue eyes underneath. "So, you're Cammi, then?"

"Cammi Marshall," she replied, studying him. Though she'd already had her first time, Bryce's build made her somewhat apprehensive. She was several inches shorter than he was and Bryce was used to being rough. Then again, unless Cammi changed her mind about the agreed terms all he was here for was a blowjob.

"It took you a while," Tanya said.

"Pulled over twice," Bryce said casually.

"You must've been in some hurry then," Tanya said.

Now Bryce was scanning Cammi's figure. "Might have been worth it."

The way Bryce studied her like prime rib, taking in her smooth legs, her tits and the way her jean shorts bunched into a 'v' warmed her pussy.

"So should we get started?" Bryce asked.

Cammi bit her lip and nodded.

Tanya's hand clapped her shoulder. "You mind if I take Cammi inside a minute, Bryce? I want to prep her a bit."

Bryce looked perplexed. "Prep her up just to suck me off?" Then he laughed. "Hey, I understand. I promise you it won't be that scary though, Cammi. I'm a professional at this."

Tanya pulled on Cammi's arm, beckoning her to follow. "It won't take us long, Bryce. Promise. Why don't you go to my room and wait?"

When they were crossing the threshold into the house, Cammi whispered "What's all this about?"

Tanya didn't respond until they rounded a corner. That was when Tanya pressed her nose into Cammi's clavicle and breathed in deep.

"Wha, what?" Cammi asked, even more confused and nervous now.

"Just like I thought," Tanya said in a voice low enough that Bryce couldn't hear. "Come with me."

In the bathroom, Tanya turned to Cammi again. "You didn't have time to clean up after what happened. You smell like you've been wallowing in sex. Cum on your breath, too. And like I said, you can't fool Bryce that easily. Let's get you cleaned up. You can use my shower. I'll take care of your clothes."

Cammi stripped off her shirt and shorts. "You're acting weird about this, Tanya."

"Weird how?" Tanya asked. 

Cammi's panties went next. Her pubic hair was matted down and her lips still distended from the encounter with Alec. Fresh arousal made her pubis glisten in the bathroom light.

"Like, I can't help but feel like you're presenting me to Bryce Wilson like I'm a virgin princess or sacrifice," Cammi said.

"That's, not what I had in mind," Tanya said. "Although..."

She grinned. "That might be kinda fun to do. Just as a game, I mean. Nothing serious."

Cammi stepped into the shower and turned on the water. "Maybe. It's still weird, though."

The shower was a rectangle of see-through glass. As hot water streamed onto her flesh, Cammi was aware that her naked body was on display for Tanya to see. This didn't bother Cammi because of the mutual comfort the two girls had developed between each other. What did give her pause, however, was the fact that Cammi was so used to masturbating in the shower now. It was the first thing she did as soon as the water started raining down, and she had to suppress the instinctual urge to slide fingers into her cunt.

Meanwhile, Tanya sat on the floor, back against the glass. This made it easier for the friends to talk to each other over the barrier between them.

"So now that you've gotten laid, does Bryce get a blowie or the whole package?" Tanya asked.

"I don't see what's stopping me," Cammi replied.

"Hm. And how do you feel, now that you've gone all the way? Are you relieved, happy, sad, guilty?"

"I'm not sure yet," Cammi said honestly. 

She scrubbed her arms and shoulders with a washcloth and soap. The suds ran down her breasts and stomach, past her thighs. The streak where Alec had prematurely blown his load on her leg was dissolved by the water.

Tanya's question was an interesting one worth pondering. Cammi wasn't sure what to think. The physical aspect of the sex had felt good, good or better than a nervous, apologetic creature such as Alec should have been able to muster. But now there were many implications to consider, chief among them the fact that Cammi had committed the ultimate taboo by breaking her promise. Her ring weighed heavily on her hand.

"When it's out and signed in writing it's absolute truth," Cammi's father had said years ago. He'd been referring to the contract at the ceremony and indeed, the same words she recited at the church gathering had also been on the paper.

Cammi wondered if she was going to be able to hide the truth from her family. Were non-virgins marked in other ways aside from missing hymens? Would her eyes change color?

Regardless, the memory of her earlier fling with Alec started turning Cammi on again. She quickly finished showering so she wouldn't lose control with Tanya next to her.

Cammi stepped out of the shower and started reaching for her towel when Tanya stopped her.

"I have another idea." Tanya smirked. "Let's give Bryce a bonus."

"Bonus?" Cammi asked in confusion.

"Mmhm. Prop up on the counter, Cammi?"

"What? Why?" Despite her curiosity, Cammi complied.

For a moment, Tanya studied and stared at Cammi's furry pussy, a gesture that made Cammi's legs quiver.

"What, what are you...?"

"You don't shave down there much, do you?" Tanya asked. "Well, I guess there wouldn't be much of a reason for you to. But Bryce likes them shaved, and I think it would add an extra flavor to his virgin bride, wouldn't you?"

"Just, just the outer thighs," Cammi said, taken aback by this sudden shift in the situation. "Really, I, it wasn't about, not needing to."

"Oh?"

"I, I didn't want to hurt it, cut it," Cammi stammered.

Tanya smiled. "That's okay. I can help you."

Cammi gulped. Until today she'd been the only person who'd touched her pussy, and never once had she imagined that a girl would get near there. The thought gave her goosebumps.

Tanya saw the tension on Cammi's face. "What's wrong?"

"You're, you're a girl," Cammi said.

"What are you worried about? Oh."

Tanya shook her head and chuckled. "It's okay, Cammi. We're both girls, sure, but this doesn't mean anything. I just want to spruce it up, that's all." 

She produced a razor and shaving cream from a drawer. "Besides, it's Bryce you're thinking about."

Tanya coated Cammi's pubic patch in foam. Cammi jumped at the sudden cold material on her skin and let out a squeal that made them giggle.

"Hold still now," Tanya said. "I don't want to slip up."

With that, Tanya shaved Cammi's pubic hair with gentle strokes. Tanya moved the razor through the brunette patch with precision care, rinsed and repeated.

"So what did you think of Bryce?" Tanya asked.

"What do you mean?" Cammi asked.

Tanya rinsed the blade and resumed the shave. "First impression."

"Tall, big," Cammi said. "Bigger than he is on TV, somehow. It worries me."

"Worried like, you think his cock will be too big?" Tanya asked.

"Exactly," Cammi said, though the idea made her tingle.

"He's pretty average," Tanya said. "You'd be surprised how deceiving appearances can be."

The left side of Cammi's pubis was bare now, and the air felt strange against her naked skin. She shifted when Tanya started on her right.

"Careful," Tanya reminded her. "This is gonna look great. You'll be amazed."

The blade continued going against the grain at its gentle course. Shave, rinse, shave, rinse. Cammi was already noticing a difference in how her pussy looked.

There was something else too, an angle about this situation that was different. As Tanya worked her magic, Cammi felt a closeness to her friend she never had before, one that was personal and intimate in nature. Tanya had stopped talking and asking questions. Right now the only sounds in the room were the two girls inhaling and exhaling, with the faucet occasionally interrupting when Tanya rinsed the razor.

Cammi's nipples were hardening. Whether it was thinking about Bryce or what was being done to her, she wasn't sure. But if her tips were getting aroused, it wouldn't be long before changes started happening in her pussy. Tanya would surely notice.

"All done," Tanya said to Cammi's relief. Her cunt was moistening. 

Tanya helped Cammi off the counter, wiped the excess shaving cream off with a towel and turned Cammi around to face the mirror. 

"So? What do you think?"

Cammi couldn't recall the last time her pussy had been this bare, and it took her a moment to agree that what she saw in the mirror was hers. There wasn't a trace of hair left. Two symmetrical, distended outer lips had been left behind. Cammi's clit slightly poked from its hood, as if it were shy about coming out.

"Wow," Cammi said.

"That was my thought," Tanya said. "You have such a pretty pussy, Cammi."

The compliment made Cammi blush. "I, I do?"

"Oh yeah. I'm not telling a lie. It's gonna drive Bryce crazy when he sees it."

"I, I'm, I'm glad you think it's pretty."

Tanya's hands remained on her shoulders, and her touch was warm. Uncomfortable wouldn't be the right word to describe it. Strange would be better.

Tanya's smile dropped, as if she were realizing that she was still touching Cammi as well.

You did a great job," Cammi whispered.

"Yeah?" Tanya said.

"Yeah."

They turned. They faced each other.

The bathroom went silent again. Their breathing was louder, heavier. They stared into each other's eyes in a way they never had before. It frightened Cammi. It aroused her.

Their faces got close. Closer. Their heads tilted. A hesitant Cammi closed her eyes and prepared herself for what was obviously about to happen.

"Cammi..."

Cammi opened her eyes. Her nose was centimeters from Tanya's. Cammi's bare tits were pressed against Tanya's clothed chest, and the blonde's nipples were poking her friend's flesh.

"Bryce is waiting," Tanya said.

They broke apart. As Cammi stood there naked, tips stiffened and cunt dripping, wondering what had just happened and what it meant, Tanya unhooked a white cotton bathrobe from the wall.

"Your sacrificial garments, my dear."

#

Tanya knocked on her bedroom door.

"Yeah?" Bryce's voice answered from behind it.

"Remember, just like we said," Tanya said to Cammi. To Bryce she asked, "May we come in?"

"Please," Bryce replied.

Tanya opened the door. She threw an arm around Cammi's neck and they walked inside together.

Bryce was lying on Tanya's bed. He'd been perusing a book of Tanya's called How to PMS at Your Best. He lost interest in it upon seeing Cammi.

"Holy shit," he whispered.

Tanya hummed bars of the Wedding March as she led Cammi into the room.

"Dun-dun, dun-dun..."

"Stop it," Cammi chuckled.

Bryce's eyes widened and his jaw locked. "Holy, shit."

"Bryce," Tanya said, "Cammi here has something here she wants to tell you." She patted Cammi on the back. "Go on, Cammi."

Cammi smiled. "I want it all."

The robe spilled to the floor, revealing her body in all its naked glory for Bryce to ogle.

"I am your virgin sacrifice to do with as you will," Cammi said.

Bryce ran over to Cammi. He examined her all over, up and down, side to side, around to her ass. Cammi felt like wolf's prey, an idea that intrigued her.

Tanya bowed. "I shall now take my leave. Enjoy your prize, Bryce."

She exited the room, leaving Cammi alone with Bryce.

"Do you like what you see?" Cammi asked.

"I love what I see," Bryce replied.

"What should I do first?" Cammi asked. "I am a virgin, after all."

She hoped that wasn't too obvious a line, but Bryce didn't seem to be too far in reality right now.

He collected his composure and cleared his throat. "Well, since you've never done anything else can I assume you've never been kissed?"

"You would assume right," Cammi said.

She wondered if that part was a truth or a lie. Had she kissed Alec? So much had happened in such a short span of time that she couldn't remember.

Bryce ran his hand through her hair. "Look at me."

She looked at him. With a hand on her cheek, he brought her face to his.

Their kiss was soft, gentle and sensual. Bryce was obviously an expert. He didn't force his tongue into her mouth like Cammi had heard most guys loved to do, although he introduced it gradually. They embraced as their lips and tongues interwove and tangled. They remained in that pose for a while.

Cammi wished Bryce had been her actual first.

"Like that?" Bryce asked.

Cammi gave him a surprised, naïve nod.

"Why don't you come sit down with me?" Bryce offered. He took her by the hand and led her to Tanya's bed.

Cammi rethought her wish. Would it have been better if he were her first? She had Bryce pegged as a jerk at first sight. He acted tender and romantic, but it was an obvious ploy to get what he wanted. The reality was that it was all about Bryce, not her.

At the same time, Cammi wanted a chance to test out his skills. She also thought it would be fun screw with his head.

As soon as they laid down, Bryce on his back and Cammi turned over on her side, Bryce fished out his cock.

Tanya had been right. For all his bravado and muscle mass Bryce's dick was about average, or at least it looked to be around Alec's size. She was both relieved and disappointed—relieved that he hadn't whipped out a monster and disappointed that she wouldn't be experiencing something bigger.

"Bet you've never seen one of these, have you?" Bryce asked huskily.

Cammi pretended to be nervous. She shook her head.

"Can you tell me what this is, Cammi?" Bryce asked as he stroked his hardening cock.

Cammi turned away in pretend embarrassment. "A p,p..." She gulped. "A, a, a penis."

Bryce threw his head back and laughed.

"What's so funny?" Cammi asked.

"That's so cute, you calling it that," Bryce chuckled.

Cammi dared herself to look at it. "Well what am I supposed to call it? I was always taught that penis was the proper word."

She cradled his balls. "These are called your testicles, right? They make the sperm that creates babies."

A look of pleasure spread across Bryce's face. Cammi's put-on innocence was working, but it irked her that her façade worked too well.

This guy's kind of a weirdo, Cammi thought.

"That's right, Cammi. You were taught well," Bryce said. "But words like penis and testicles are too clinical."

"What's clinical?" Cammi asked. She almost hit herself for going too stupid. It was best to play it straighter from now on, lest she give herself away.

"It means, like, medical," Bryce said. "They sound too much like they come out of science textbooks."

He pointed to his shaft, which was stiffened to full attention now. "This is usually called a dick, or a cock."

He jiggled his balls with his palm. "And these are usually called balls or nuts, but balls sounds better. Got it?"

"I understand! Cock, balls!" Cammi said with girlish ignorance.

Bryce grinned. "That's got it." 

Then his grin faded. "Uh, how old are you again?"

"Eighteen," Cammi reminded him.

He nodded. "That's good, then."

Cammi was taking the show too far to be believed, she decided. It was best to dial it back from here.

Bryce stretched out on the bed. He grabbed his cock from the bottom and pulled down to give himself an extra inch.

"So Cammi, you ready to try this out?" Bryce asked.

"Blowjob or sex?" Cammi asked.

He chuckled. "Whichever one you're comfortable with first. But it might be better to ease you in with the blowjob."

"Okay."

Cammi stroked his shaft. She marveled at how much like machines cocks were, shaped and put together so perfectly. The truth was she was wet and ready enough to jump straight to the sex, but continued to indulge Bryce with her virgin act.

"Wow, it's so hard," Cammi cooed.

"It gets like that when it's excited," Bryce said. Cammi almost rolled her eyes.

"Why's it have to get hard like this?" Cammi asked. She was going super-naïve again but it was too fun to stop.

"Well, it gets hard so it can go inside you and in and out better during sex," Bryce explained.

"Inside, in and out of, my vagina?"

Bryce laughed again. "Vagina, yeah."

His face contorted. "Ooh that feels good, Cammi. Keep going, just like that."

Cammi continued stroking him that way for a while. As average-sized as his cock turned out to be, it was nice to play with. His hard-on had a thick vein she liked to feel against her palm. Eventually she stopped jerking him off to lay on her stomach and stretch her legs across the bed.

"Go slow," Bryce instructed. "Think of it like a sucker or a piece of fruit. Just don't bite into it, okay? No teeth."

Following his guidance, or at least pretending to, Cammi took Bryce into her mouth. Her second cock of the day tasted the same as Alec's. Dicks seemed to have a common physiology.

"Good," Bryce said with obvious pleasure. "You're starting out just fine, Cammi. Watch the teeth though, like I said. When you're ready you can start moving."

Cammi decided to downplay the virgin act and assume the role of a fast learner. She sucked Bryce with the developing skill she'd picked up from Alec. After testing the waters, she bobbed up and down in an established rhythm.

"That's, that's good. That's really fucking good," Bryce moaned. "You're a natural. Are you sure this is your first time?"

Cammi plopped him out of her mouth and stroked him with her saliva. "I'm sure I'd remember if it wasn't, right?"

"Mmm. Keep going," Bryce insisted, missing the hint Cammi had given away.

She resumed sucking Bryce's cock, this time using all the powers at her disposal. She clamped her lips around his shaft and went in the same up and down motion. Occasionally she took him out to stroke him before putting him back in. As she sucked, she held his cock by the base of the shaft while she played with his balls.




Cammi's Diary Ch. 04



"Cammi. Cammi, you're so good, fuck, Cammi."

She kept going. Would he stop her before he came, wanting to go for the full course? Or would he blow his load in her mouth? Did he have the recovery power Alec had or would that end it?

She got her answer when Bryce placed a hand on her head.

"Cammi, you're good. Too good. I think you should give that a rest now."

Cammi moved her mouth off his cock. "Why?"

"Because when a man, when he finishes, it takes him a while to get going again. And I don't wanna finish just yet."

She frowned. She'd hoped to have a helping of his cum and then move onto getting fucked, but it wasn't going to play out that way. She'd also gotten very horny since she started blowing him and wanted to go straight to the next step. The best way to do that was with subtle encouragement.

"I feel funny in my vagina," Cammi said. 

Bryce raised an eyebrow and smile. "Funny how?"

"Like, squishy. Wet? Yeah, I'm all wet."

"That's what happens when you get excited," Bryce felt the need to explain. "See, the cock gets hard so it can go inside you, and your pussy gets wet to make it easier for the cock to slide in and out."

"Pussy?" Cammi asked, blinking her eyes.

"The right word to use for vagina."

"Ohh."

"Well, there are other words too," Bryce went on. "You can call it a cunt, or there's some people who—"

"Let's fuck," Cammi interrupted. 

She wasn't kidding. She'd been stimulated to the point where she about to writhe on the bed. Cammi had started squeezing her legs together during all of Bryce's sex ed lessons. She was ready to cum, ready to feel a new cock inside her.

That, and she was tired of Bryce's fascination with talking. 

Bryce's eyes lit up. "Yeah? I, I mean sure. But I thought maybe you wanted to stretch it out a bit more since it's your first time. You know, make it special."

Cammi threw herself onto her back and parted her legs, exposing her glistening cunt to Bryce's hungry gaze. Distilled fluid seeped from her entrance. Her scent and the way she heaved in and out told Bryce she was more than ready. He hovered over her until his cock was angling at her hole.

"Take your shirt off," Cammi whispered. "I wanna see your muscles."

Bryce obliged, whipping off his shirt and tossing it away. That left only his jeans, halfway down to his waist, and his shoes.

"Ooh," Cammi said, licking her lips. He certainly fit the part of the quarterback superstar. Cammi wondered what a difference such upper body strength could make.

Bryce grinned, but then the smile disappeared. "Cammi, I should warn you up front. The first time is supposed to hurt. I, I don't wanna make it unpleasant."

"I've heard something like that," Cammi said beneath him. "It's okay, though. I'm a big girl."

He guided his cock toward her pussy. "K, I'll start, alright?"

"Mmhm," Cammi said, closing her eyes, wishing he'd start faster.

Bryce's head touched her pussy lips, stimulating nerve endings that made Cammi quiver.

"Okay?" Bryce asked.

"Yeah," Cammi whispered. 

He slid the first third of his shaft inside of her. His cock hit pleasure nodes that sent shivers down Cammi's spine. But they quickly went away. Bryce needed to start moving. 

"Okay?" Bryce asked.

"Yeah," Cammi said, getting impatient.

Bryce's cock went in two-thirds. Before he could ask, Cammi interrupted with, "Keep going."

He lay still, his dick buried up to the hilt in Cammi's pussy. She felt the fullness of his length and girth but none of the motion. The virgin act was getting unnerving. She contemplated telling him the truth. He'd either walk away or give it to her the way she wanted.

"I'll start moving now," Bryce said.

Cammi licked her lips and nodded.

"Slow," he added.

She nodded faster.

He began a gentle, short driving glide.

Then he stopped.

"You don't have a cherry," Bryce observed.

"Cherry?"

"Yeah. Cammi, see, if you're a virgin—"

"Oh, that. I broke it with a hairbrush."

It was the truth, the first time she'd been honest since this started, but did this mean the game was up?

Bryce tilted his head like a confused puppy. "Hairbrush. Huh."

He fucked at a faster pace, increasing his speed to a way Cammi preferred. This was what she'd been waiting for. Tricking Bryce was fun, but there came a point where Cammi's hunger overrode her need to play.

Cammi instinctively thrust her hips forward to increase the stimulation. Bryce either didn't notice or didn't care to ask questions. Cammi didn't care, either. Bryce was an oafish ass but his knowledge of what he was doing pushed Cammi toward an orgasm.

Bryce's red face twisted. He took on the guise of someone possessed. Cammi threw her head back, hair fanned out on the bed. Her orgasm was building to its peak.

"You like it, Cammi? Your first cock?" Bryce said between thrusts.

Cammi's climax blasted through her writhing, sweating body. She squeezed her tits in her hands, intensifying the wonderful, terrible bliss that consumed her.

"Oh, yes! I love it!" she screamed. "I love my first cock! Harder! Deeper!"

Since he wasn't causing any evident pain, Bryce no longer concerned himself with being careful. Something took him over, and with a wildness fit for an animal during mating season he drove himself inside of her as far as possible, fucking her at an intense speed and increasing his thrusts to long slides. Cammi came again, and a shorter orgasm followed.

"I love it," Cammi whimpered as she descended from her incredible cum. "Love it. Love it."

She went silent. The only sounds in the room were their heavy breathing and their bodies slapping together in a perfect rhythm. Cammi breathed in the scent of her awakened pussy, turning her on even more.

"Do it, Bryce. Do it."

He didn't answer and just went on fucking her instead. It seemed his mind had left him, replacing a human with a machine. She preferred him this way, dedicated to his craft instead of yammering.

Still, there was something different about him now. As Cammi continued enjoying the sweet waves of pleasure rolling through her naked body, she noticed a different look in his eye and a changed pattern in his breathing. It reminded her of a Minotaur, those half-human, half bulls she'd seen in books. Some of her masturbation fantasies had involved being taken by one of those, and right now Bryce was a lot like the mythical beast.

His cock slid in and out of her wetness, hitting her in the right places and drawing out her womanly desires as her swollen clit got the full benefit of Bryce's work. Soon, Cammi realized, she was going to have a huge orgasm, one that promised to be so big that she was sure to pass out from it. She wanted to feel it, all of it, but didn't want to drop out of the fun before she was ready.

Then something happened that she didn't expect.

Bryce grabbed her by the waist. He half carried, half threw her over to the edge of the bed so her backside was exposed. He was still breathing like a Minotaur.

Fear went through Cammi at that moment. No doubt about it, she'd been fucking a man who'd turned into an animal that couldn't be reasoned with. She had a creeping suspicion of what he was about to do to her.

He's going to put it up my ass, she thought.

"Wait," she groaned.

To her relief he rammed into her pussy again instead, this time in a new position.

She yelped. It hurt this time. His cock was packed inside her with a fullness and tightness she wasn't used to. But when Bryce resumed his thrusts the pain receded into pleasure again.

Cammi was face and stomach down on the mattress, ass in the air. Bryce started slow but Cammi's reactions encouraged him to fuck her with the same speed and pace as before, pleasuring her pussy with long strokes.

"Oh yes, Bryce," she moaned.

He grunted.

"Do it. I love it like this. Do it!"

Bryce snorted.

"Take your virgin. Take my virginity. Take it all!"

He let out a guttural, inhuman noise. It made Cammi wonder if he was about to cum, but after a moment passed he showed no signs of stopping or slowing. His balls slapped against her ass, adding new noises to the breathing and the squelching sounds of a cock pounding a soaking pussy.

The orgasm that had been broken by the change in position built again, promising to be even stronger.

Bryce flipped Cammi onto her back again. Not a second passed between his disconnect from her and his reentry.

Close. Closer. Her climax was on the verge of hitting. Her muscles twisted. Bryce's face showed no soul, just pure fuck monster, and that's all she could have asked for. She didn't want him to stop. She wanted to explode and have him draw out every inch of insatiable delight as he thrust and thrust.

Her head went light with pure, raw pleasure from her orgasm. Her vision faded. Somewhere in the void she heard herself scream, not caring who heard her.

When the world faded back into being, Bryce uttered a noise that sounded almost like English as he fucked in long, heavy strokes.

"Cuuuh."

"What?" Cammi asked.

"Suhh. Wuhh?"

"I don't understand," Cammi said.

"Cuhh! Wuhh!"

Something within her mind interpreted it. It was a question to ask, wasn't it? She'd already gotten it in her mouth from Alec.

"Do it in me," Cammi blurted.

"Wuu?" Bryce managed. His cock had tightened and his contorted blank face told Cammi he was seconds away.

"It's okay. It's a safe day. Do it inside me."

All the muscles in Bryce's face tightened. Veins popped out of his crimson forehead.

Cammi gritted her teeth. "Inside me. Inside me, Bryce. Do it!"

"Wuuu! Nuu!"

He pulled out just as a jet of sperm shot across Cammi's stomach. Another splattered between her tits, and a final third landed on her left thigh.

Bryce collapsed face down into the mattress. He was still lying on top of Cammi. His softening cock pressed into her leg and warm cum dribbled out.

As Bryce tried piecing himself back together, Cammi plopped a sample of his cum in her mouth. It had a different flavor than Alec, probably because of what Bryce ate according to what Tanya and Sasha had told her.

She waited for the quarterback to return to the living, and wondered if his speech was impaired for life.

He lifted his face. "Hey there."

"Hi," Cammi said with a smile. She was glad she hadn't broken his mind.

"Feel like a woman now?" Bryce asked.

"I think so," Cammi replied.

"That's good."

Bryce lifted himself up and reassembled his pants. He found his shirt and put it back on.

"You were great," Bryce said. "But I should disclose something to clear up confusion."

"What's that?" Cammi asked.

"I'm kind of a loner, see," Bryce explained. "I don't like to attach myself to one person or another. That's just the kind of life I'm used to, you know? So I don't want you to be disappointed or anything."

Cammi smiled. "That's okay, Bryce." She wasn't interested in a relationship either.

"Good." He nodded. "Good. Well, I'd better head home." He started leaving Tanya's bedroom.

"Bryce?" 

He turned around. "Yeah?"

"Why didn't you cum in me like I wanted?" Cammi asked.

Bryce shook his head sheepishly. "Not worth the risk. Headed for the NFL."

He opened the door and disappeared into the dark hallway beyond. Just then, Tanya rounded the corner. She stopped at the sight of her naked best friend wearing Bryce's cum all over her.

"How was the virgin sacrifice?" Tanya asked.

Cammi giggled. "Poor guy. I fooled him too easily."

"Really? Well, Bryce isn't that dumb," Tanya said, "but when his cock starts to think for him his intelligence drops a bit."

She sat on the bed next to exhausted, flushed, sweating, spent and sullen Cammi. Tanya had a tissue in her hand Cammi hadn't seen her come in with. 

Tanya wiped up Bryce's cum. Cammi thought it was an odd gesture, as strange as what had gone on in the bathroom earlier.

"Did he do anything strange?" Tanya asked.

"Stopped speaking English," Cammi replied.

"And reminded you of some animal-man, I'll bet," Tanya said.

"He did!"

"Oh, I love it when he does that!" Tanya almost squealed.

She finished wiping up Bryce's spunk. "But here's a more important question, Cammi. If you really were a virgin right now, who would you pick? Bryce or that guy from the mall?"

"I'm not sure," Cammi replied.

"Seriously?"

"I'm not," Cammi answered.

Tanya shrugged. "I'll go flush these."

When Tanya stood, Cammi noticed something peculiar.

"Hey, Tanya? Your pants are undone."

Tanya looked down. Her jeans were indeed unbuttoned and unzipped. "Oh."

"And your face is all red. Were you, were you masturbating?"

Her friend looked down and shifted her feet.

Cammi grinned. "Were you listening outside the door while you..."

"Maybe," Tanya grinned back.

#

Cammi's hand was aching when she finished writing. It was past midnight now and she'd spent long hours chronicling everything. It wasn't just writing that had kept her busy, however. The memories of today had been too much, and she'd had to stop three times to relieve her burning desires.

She hid the diary and prepared to go to sleep. But before she could turn out her bedside lamp, Cammi felt compelled to write more.

Guilty or not guilty? I wonder if all the people who have told me over the years how 'wrong' it is to have sex were wrong themselves. The way I see it is this: sex was meant to feel good, and we're naturally drawn to it, so what's the deal?

Cammi put the diary away again. She lay in the dark about three minutes before turning the light on again and grabbing the book.

Million dollar question: Bryce or Alec? I enjoyed leading Alec into manhood, but I would have preferred someone with more experience for my first time. Bryce knew what he was doing but he was a dick. And the way he handled me toward the end there! Again, not complaining, but if I had been a virgin would he have been able to control himself long enough to stay gentle? Thank God for hairbrush handles!

That was it. It was done. Cammi resolved to go to sleep and avoid the temptation to write one more word. 

At three in the morning, Cammi awoke with a thought in her mind, one that gave her a need to write more. She flipped on her bedside lamp and found her diary.

I've decided. There's nothing wrong with what I've done. It was natural, it felt good, and human beings were built for it. That's all that matters. I'm not going to live the rest of my life shouldering this idea that I broke some promise. I think the best way to describe it would be a little white lie. That sounds so much better for one thing, but it's also the truth! Men and their ceremonies! It's crazy Diary, I swear!

Still, best my parents didn't find out about it. And maybe I should cool my jets a while. Archton's a small town. Word gets around. When I go to Hartland U in August, Mom and Dad won't be watching me so closely anymore. That'll help!

She put the diary down and tried to sleep. It had been a long, exhausting day of endless events and she needed her energy back. Regardless, she soon found herself in the diary a final time.

It's gonna be hard. Cooling my jets, keeping a low profile I mean. That's because I already want more, and I feel like I'll need it soon.

TO BE CONTINUED...