How I fell in love with the girl next door during Easter dinner [MF] [young love]

“Luke, do you think I’m sexy?”

Cammy had this smile, pretty, full faced, ear to ear, like she meant it. And she had these eyes, bright, her gaze intelligent and confident. But, sexy? She was just regular old Cammy… right?

“Cammy, I–” my breath caught, she was lifting the hem of her green striped polo, her slender belly coming into view, cute little navel. “What are you doing?”

“You can touch me,” she said, “If you want.” We were on her bed, sitting side by side, so close I could feel the heat in her breath, see the glisten on her lips.

Cammy’s gaze was steady, even while mine bounced this way and that. I took a deep breath, forced myself calm. She was right there, I could see all her little freckles, faint and subtle.

She watched me through a veneer of self-assuredness, a play at being secure in her self. I knew her well enough to see through it, to see how narrowly were steeled her nerves. For reasons I couldn’t guess at, she was anxious for my validation, was fearful she wouldn’t get it.

But I didn’t know why, I’d always supported her. She didn’t need to flirt with me.

“Cammy,” I started, then stumbled, jaw dropping, “Ohmigod–”

She’d hiked her shirt up, up, up to her collar. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her breasts, I couldn’t help but stare. They were slim, clinging tightly to her chest, perfect on her svelte frame. The sexiest thing I’d ever seen.

“Fuck,” I whimpered, “You’re– you’re…”

“I’m what?” She clung to the words.

“Hot.”

Her grin widened. Then she tweaked her nipples, arched her back, twisted side to side, made sure I had a proper ogle. “I knew you’d like them,” she said, “I’m not a virgin anymore, you know.”

My dick throbbed to life. Maybe it wasn’t my validation she was after…

Cammy was, in the literal meaning, the girl next door. Five and a half years her senior, I’d grown up in the next house over. My older brothers ignored her, the annoying little neighbor kid. But I’d always been the responsible one, the one parents could trust, the one too dorky to get up to any trouble. When Cammy was little, I showed her how to play games. When she was in elementary school, I’d babysat her. When she was in middle school, I’d helped her with her homework.

Then, when she moved up into high school, I’d moved away, gone to college, got a job a few towns over. I wasn’t around like I used to be. My parents still lived in the same house, and Cammy’s family in hers. Over the years, I visited home when I could, sure, but I hadn’t been paying the old neighbor kid much attention. I’d been too wrapped up in my own life, like today, for Easter, where the only thing on my mind was some drama with my friend Matt.

“Dude, Luke, tell me again, what happened with your car?” That was my brother, Brian, who I’d asked to pick me up and give me a ride.

“Nothing big,” I lied, “Just, like, a few dents.”

“’Some dents’ made it so bad you can’t drive it?. What happened, for real?” Brian wasn’t going to let this drop, “Did you hit someone?”

“No, nothing like that.”

“Dude,” he said, “Were you drunk?”

“No.”

“You were drunk, weren’t you?”

“Look,” I said, “I wasn’t even driving. It was Matt.”

“That bitch-ass roommate of yours?”

“Language!” called Ashley from the backseat. Ashley was his wife, and next to her was their new son, only a few months old. The infant wasn’t going to be learning any swear words, not today.

I said, “Matt’s not a bitch-ass.”

“Totally is a bitch-ass,” Brian continued, “He wrecked your car, for one. And you’re still on Dad’s insurance, right? He’s going to be so pissed. What did Matt even do? Was he drunk?”

“Just let it drop, ok?” I plead, “I’m taking care of it.” Brian was the older of my two brothers, and also the cooler one. But not by much. “Please?”

He sighed. “Fine. Whatever. Where have you been, anyway?”

I looked out the window, at the city scrolling past. “What do you mean?”

“What do you mean ‘what do you mean’? You haven’t been to any holidays in, like, two years.”

“Dude, pandemic?”

“Oh, bullshit,” he said, “Don’t feed me that. Such a shitty excuse. You missed Christmas, Fourth of July, everything. Even Mom’s birthday, you’ve got some serious amends to make.”

“I came by when your kid was born,” I said, my tone defensive. I wasn’t being fair, though, he was right.

Ashley muttered, “For all of five minutes.”

“Look,” I said, “I don’t know. I just … needed a little space, is all. I guess.”

“Hrm,” Brian considered, eyeing me while we were stopped at a light, “That’s cool, I can respect that. I did the same, your age. Not as long as you, mind. Just don’t do it again.”

I settled back into my seat. “Yeah.”

“You nervous about this dinner?” he said.

I shrugged. “The Lee’s still hosting?” That’s Cammy’s family.

“Of course,” Brian said, “That’ll never change. Neither will the menu.”

I remembered our Easter menu and chuckled. Because, oh my gosh, what a menu. Between my family’s Southern penchant for shamelessly cooking everything in butter, Mrs Lee’s Parisian insistence on proper sauces and desserts, and Mr Lee’s Hong Kong sensibilities, the spread at our holiday dinners was famous among friends for its international spread. I said, “Menu’s damn good, though, isn’t it?”

“You fucking better believe it,” he laughed.

“Language!” Ashley barked.

“Yeah yeah,” he said, “Anyway, we’re here.”

And we were, and Cammy was the furthest thing from my mind.

So when we walked in and went down the line of hugs and handshakes only for me to find myself standing face to face with this cute, slender girl with sparkling eyes and wavy black hair and a million-dollar smile, it took three heartbeats before I understood who I was looking at. She leaned in to hug me and then–

“Cammy?” I even phrased my greeting as a question.

“Luke!” she cheered, cheek against my collar, arms around my shoulders. She’d grown up, but I was still a head taller. “I missed you!”

Even my own mother hadn’t hugged me this thoroughly.

“Err, yeah, sorry,” I said.

“You better be!” Mrs Lee cut in, “After you no-showed last year, you owe us all an apology!”

I mingled with everyone and chatted and caught up and apologized and apologized and apologized and then it so happened that Cammy and I were again next to each other. I had been repeating the same stories, telling the same tired tales, and was feeling my conversational abilities depleting. I gave her a weak smile and asked, “So what’ve you been up to?” It was a lame question.

I was drained, but she was spunky as ever. “I’m graduating, you know.”

“Congratulations.”

“I’m all done, only thing left is my senior project,” she said, “There’s a whole paper, ‘the culmination of my schooling,’ they call it. You wanna read it?” She tilted her head towards the staircase.

“What, like, proofread it?”

“Sure,” she grinned, “It’ll be like old times. C’mon.”

And that’s how I found myself in her room, sitting on her bed, reading through a sheaf of papers. She sat next to me, tapping something on her phone. Music started playing, some disco-rock that sounded familiar…

I said, “You’re a fan of these guys?”

“You dummy,” she said, “You recommended them to me, years ago.” She was grinning.

I scoffed. “I thought nobody ever paid attention to my suggestions.”

“Lu-uke,” she drew my name out, used it as an admonishment, taking that vibrant tone that baked a whole sentence of scolding, chiding rebuke into one word.

I shook my head and went back to reading. The essay was a mixture of who Cammy wanted to be and who she was now, crafted from a tapestry of personal anecdotes and beliefs, using stories to illustrate points, all structured in a narrative carefully woven. She was never a bad writer, but this essay showed how strong she’d become.

“I didn’t know you went to France,” I said, pointing at the page, “Saw you mother’s hometown?”

“Well, there’s a lot you don’t know about when you don’t keep in touch,” she said.

I blushed. “Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize,” she said, “I’m just giving you a hard time. I know you must be busy, job, friends, girlfriend. Where is she, by the way? Stacey, right? I was hoping to meet her. Or is she not the type you bring home to family?”

“Oh, um…” I scratched at my head, looked away, “That, err, didn’t work.”

“Sorry,” she said, “When? What happened?”

“Three…” I did the math, “…and a half weeks ago. And, I mean, there’s a whole thing.”

Cammy shrugged. “I’ve got time.”

“It’s … you know? It’s not really that interesting, not compared to this–” I pointed at her essay, “–what you’ve been up to. In the end, I bored her, I guess. Dorky old me. I don’t think her and me were a good match. Even the way we split up, she just sent a text message saying she wanted space, and she hasn’t talked to me since.”

“You’re not boring, Luke. And, what, no conclusion?” Cammy looked offended on my behalf. “That’s fucked. Did you love her?”

“Mmmm… I don’t know.”

“If you don’t know,” Cammy explained, “Then it wasn’t love. I’ve had a few, well, not boyfriends exactly, but guys that probably wanted to be, if I’d have let them–”

“Geeze, Cammy,” I laughed.

“What?” She grinned. “Anyway, I got with them, and it was fun, but it wasn’t love. At least, not from me. I just have a soft spot for tall, dorky boys who treat me nice.”

“And, what, you leave a trail of broken hearts in your wake? You’re ruthless.”

Her grin spread, ear to ear, like it so frequently did. “Oh, nobody’s complaining. I send them off in style.” Then she winked at me.

What was that? My chest just fluttered. Was she flirting with me?

I felt warmth in my cheeks, a nervous twitch in my shoulders. I turned back to reading her essay, happy for the distraction. She giggled.

“This, uh,” I said, “It’s really well done. You’ve nailed it. I’m honestly impressed.”

“It’s because I had such a good tutor,” she said.

“Oh? Who?” Sometimes I am oblivious.

She rolled her eyes. “You, you idiot.” Then she kissed me on the cheek, a light little peck, friendly and nothing more.

Except it made my heart skip a beat, my breath catch.

And then, when I was off balance, teetering, that’s when she said it, the line that knocked me off my feet. “Luke, do you think I’m sexy?”

And then cute, sweet, pure Cammy, was showing me her tits. She wasn’t the innocent little girl from my memories. I was nodding, but I wanted to say something, to compliment her, except I didn’t know the words and all that came out was a pathetic squeak.

And then the moment passed, she let her polo drop back down.

“Luke,” she said, “I’ve never thanked you for always helping me out in middle school. Those were tough years, lots of changes. But you were always so reliable, the one steady thing in my life.”

Where was this going? Why had she just flashed me? I studied her expression. She was earnest, sincere. I said, “You really don’t… it was nothing. And anyway, back then, you weren’t ungrateful, you did thank me.”

Her smile was knowing, meaningful. “Not properly.”

“What does–”

“When was the last time you had a blowjob?”

I was breathing hard, eyes wide.

“C’mon,” she said, “It’s just me. You can tell me.”

“I, um, Stacey didn’t… she, well…”

Cammy’s eyebrows shot up. “Your girlfriend didn’t give head? You gotta be fucking kidding me. Good riddance, you’re better off without her. Sucking a guy off is, like, one of the best things ever. Pleasing his cock, devoting yourself to his pleasure — the expressions you guys make. I’ve never seen a guy so in love with me as when his dick is in my mouth.”

My eyes went even wider. “Cammy–”

“Ok, so when was the last time, before Stacey?”

I mouthed, barely a whisper, “She– she was my first.”

“Really?” Cammy grinned, “Never? Then you are in for a fucking treat. Take off your pants.”

“Right now?”

She laughed. “No, during dinner. Yes right now.”

I took my pants off. Cammy slid off the bed, kneeling in front of me, mouth open, tongue out. She curled it, let spit build up, ooze off. I stared, my dick already half hard by the time I got it free from my boxers.

She looked at my penis and smiled. “Damn, Luke. That’s quite the cock you’re packing. And you always keep it shaved clean?”

I nodded.

“That’s so considerate.” She wrapped a fist around the base of my shaft, bounced my dick into her cheek. “I’m going to make you cum.”

“You are?” I whimpered.

“Oh yes,” she grinned, “I would do anything for you. Anything.”

And then, just like that, her gaze never leaving mine, she dropped her lips around my dick.

I don’t know what I was expecting. Truth was, though I’d had sex, it had always been uncomfortable, awkward, sterile, something Stacey’d let me do because she felt like she had to, not because she’d wanted to.

This was nothing like that, nothing at all.

Cammy was grinning as she sucked me off, smiling around my cock, eyes glimmering with enjoyment as she worked for my pleasure. And pleasure it was, powerfully pleasurable, the best thing I’d ever felt. Her lips were plush and soft, her tongue velvety smooth, her little noises intensely erotic. But it was her eyes, the way she watched me, the way she shared in my enjoyment that really sent me over.

Seeing her excitement at getting me off released something in me, gave me freedom to hold nothing back. Before, with a partner barely willing, I’d never really let myself feel it, not all the way. But Cammy, I trusted her completely, and everything she did, was done for me, for my bliss.

I moaned and petted her, my fingers running down the back of her head, her neck, drawing her in. I didn’t think it possible, but her grin spread, her enthusiasm increased. She was really working me, my cock bouncing against the back of her mouth, her lips a tight ring around my shaft.

And then she cupped my balls, and my eyes rolled back in my head. I blinked, forced myself to stay present, re-make eye contact. She was beaming at me, loving every bit of my reaction. Her cheeks were hollow with suction, drool dripping down her chin, tongue sliding against my glans, and what she said was true, I was completely in love.

I have no idea how much time had passed. Thirty seconds? A hundred years? Either could be true. But there reached a point that I knew my orgasm was coming, and nothing now could stop it.

My fingers on her nape did nothing more than twitch, but Cammy knew what it meant. She pulled her head back, replacing her lips with two powerful fists sliding up and down the length of my saliva-slicked cock, and pointed my shaft at her face.

“Fucking cum for me, Luke, spray you sperm on my face,” she demanded, drawing out the words, “You own me. I’m yours to use. Give me that big, fat, fucking load. Make me wear it, paint me with it–”

I grunted, loud, as the cum shot from my cock, a huge, oozing load right in Cammy’s eye.

She blinked and laughed as I grunted again, another thick load following the first, flowing down her cheek, dripping into her open mouth.

“Fuckin hell, Luke,” she acclaimed, cum still oozing from my dick, “Now that’s a proper fucking load. Good god.”

“Holy shit, Cammy,” I panted, collapsing back on her bed.

“Here,” she said, standing up, “This needs a selfie.” She held out her phone, posing, that famous grin lighting her face up behind all my spunk. Her phone clicked. “You always cum this much?”

I shrugged. “No.”

“Wow, I feel honored, then.”

My chest was still heaving, the post-orgasm bliss still filling me with warmth. I sucked down three more breaths before asking, “What now?”

“Now,” she said, admiring herself in the mirror, “Unfortunately I have to go clean this up before dinner. But you don’t go anywhere, I’m not done with you yet.”

“Right.” Not that I wanted to leave.

I mustered the wherewithal to pull my clothes back together, and laid back on her bed, thinking about what had just happened. Trying not to overthink it, but unable to stop myself from wondering what it meant. Cammy had just given me something — supposedly out of gratitude. But that was a bullshit reason, we both knew that. Gratitude was a convenient excuse to … do what exactly? Seduce me? Why would she want to do that?

Cammy’s bedroom door opened, and she slipped back inside, grinning at me. “Thinking about me?”

I just laughed.

“Now,” she said, walking over to her closet, “What should I wear to dinner?” She flipped through her hangers.

“You’re changing?” I said dumbly.

“I can’t wear this,” she giggled, “For one, it’s got cum on it. But even still, I want to wear something nice, for you.”

“You always look nice.” It just slipped out, bypassing the part of my brain that always makes me hesitant and nervous.

She twisted around, shot me her best grin, the one where her cheeks were rosy red. “Thanks, Luke. That means a lot.”

It does? Why? I sat up, resting my elbows on my knees, really looking at her. What was going on here?

From her closet, she pulled out a green summer dress. “Hrmm… no.” She put it back.

“Cammy,” I said.

“Yeah?”

“Come here.”

Wordlessly, she stopped what she was doing and got onto her bed, crawling across and sitting down next to me. “Yes?” She was beautiful.

“Kiss me.”

“Ok,” she grinned.

And then we were kissing. Her lips were soft against my mouth, her arms confident around my shoulders. And more than anything I could identify, it just felt right, having her here, held against me. Was this real, what I was feeling? Or just the after-effects of the orgasm?

“Camilla?” someone called from downstairs, “Luke?”

She pulled away, though she didn’t look like she wanted to. “Yeah?” she called back.

“Dinnertime. We’re starting.”

“Coming.”

One of the things about our Easter dinners, all our big family dinners, actually, is that Dad assign seats. You can beg and plead and barter, but it won’t matter, you’ll sit where he tells you. He says he does it to encourage conversation. My brothers and I say he does it so he can be closest to the ham.

So that’s why, much as I wanted to, I wasn’t sitting next to Cammy. She was across from me and one over, squeezed in between her older brother’s girlfriend, Macy, and my middle brother, George. And I was between her dad and Brian.

And the dinner, it was good, but I was completely distracted. My attention, it kept drifting back to Cammy. I couldn’t stop myself, even if I wanted to, which I didn’t. She was stunning — her grin golden, eyes glimmering — and the lacy black dress, teasing at her soft, smooth skin beneath. Her gaze was on me, too, our eyes meeting, sending each other private smiles.

I saw her sneak away when plates were cleared for dessert, and a minute later I followed her upstairs.

She was waiting for me, sitting on her bed expectantly, legs curled up beneath her, black dress splayed out around her like a flower.

I locked her door behind me. “That was your foot, under the table, right?”

She giggled, “Better have been, or Macy’s got some explaining to do.”

I sat down next to her, kissed her.

She smiled. “I really did a number on you, didn’t I?”

“What do you mean?”

“When you got here, you barely recognized me. Now you can’t take your hands off me.”

I frowned. “Do you want me to stop?”

Her smile widened. “Not at all.”

“Good.” I slid my hand up under her dress, caressing her thigh.

She cooed, spread her legs, tilted her head back. “Touch me. I want it.”

I petted her inner leg, brushing against her panties.

She sucked in a breath. “You want to play with my little pussy, don’t you?”

“Yes.” I stroked her through the thin fabric covering her crotch.

“You want to make me all wet, to feel my pussy juice run down your fingers.” She shrugged her shoulders out of the dress, the sleeves dropping down, the neckline falling down her chest until her tits were bare. She arched her back, pushed her chest out.

I leaned down, sucked a nipple into my mouth, rubbing the material over her pussy.

She gasped, “Yes!”

I pulled her panties to the side, slid a finger inside her.

“Unngg, fuck,” she groaned, throwing herself backwards, “Fuck, yesss…”

I slid another finger in her and thumbed her clit, too.

“Oh god! God, god, god…” She was thrusting onto my hand, meeting my wrist halfway, pushing my fingers deep inside her. “Yes… make me cum…”

My cock was so hard, I needed her so bad. I stood on the floor, pants at my feet, and pulled her to me. I leaned onto her, pushing her knees back against her chest, and kissed her.

It was a sloppy, desperate kiss.

And then I slid my cock in her. She groaned, loud and low, her eyes wide, lips making a circle, legs quivering. She was so tight, I almost came right then. But I didn’t, instead I rode her slowly, pumping firmly and methodically, skewering her with my full length.

“Fuck,” she moaned, “So fucking deep. Your cock is so big…”

I was panting and thrusting, watching her cute little pussy get penetrated over and over again. Part of me didn’t even believe what I was seeing. My dick inside the pretty neighbor girl, her begging for my cum, for me to fuck her harder, deeper. But the rest of me was happy to oblige, thrusting until my shaft was buried all the way inside, until my hips rested against hers.

Her pussy was amazing, milking and squeezing my cock. It was by far the best sex I’d ever had. And for the second time this night, I felt myself on the edge…

“Where do you want it?” I hissed.

Her eyes were big, puppy dog. “Inside me…”

I gazed at her in awe. One final thrust, a grunt, and then I was pinching her nipples and filling her with my semen. We kissed and kissed.

Later that night, as Brian drove me home, Cammy and I were texting.

“So you and Cammy had quite the reunion,” Ashley said. She was riding shotgun, I was next to the baby, sleeping away peacefully.

“What do you mean?” I feigned innocence.

“Oh please,” she said, “Before dinner? I had my suspicions. But after dinner? Damn, son.”

“What?” I was thankful for the darkness, nobody could see me blush. “What do you mean?”

“You joking, Luke?” Brian said, “The whole house could hear you two going at it like rabbits. Like little Easter bunnies.”

“We were just, um–” At this point, I don’t even know why I was trying to deny it.

“And that’s what holidays are all about,” he cut me off, laughing, “Family.”

“You shouldn’t make fun of him,” Ashley said, “Camilla’s a nice girl. They’d make a cute couple.”

Brian chuckled. “You shoulda seen the look on Mom’s face. Everyone sitting around, eating those little French cakes, trying to pretend we couldn’t hear what you two were doing. Mr Lee looked like he was about to explode. Chloe calmed him down, though, reminded him how they were when they were young.”

“Oh no…” I muttered, sinking into my seat.

“Certainly one of the most memorable Easters we’ve had in a while,” he continued, “What’chu got planned for Memorial Day?”

“Brian, stop!” Ashley said, “You should be supportive.”

He was joking, but it was an interesting point. I messaged Cammy. “Send me the details for your graduation ceremony.”

She messaged me back. “Better not make me wait until then to see you.”

Brian’s eyes narrowed. “What’re you giggling about back there?”

I was grinning, I couldn’t help it. “I need to get my car fixed.”

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