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Disclaimer: Part 3 is way longer than I anticipated but I needed time to set the scene.
*Scene Setting*
We kept this up for a few weeks. She would go home and I would receive flirty messages, dirty messages, naked pictures, bikini pictures, from time to time. I may have done all that in high school but I haven’t participated in it in a while so it took me some time to get back into it, but it was fun.
We’ll fast forward to 4th of July weekend, after several weeks of occasional fooling around. She’s staying the weekend with us again, her parents have come for a visit for the day, and we’re all enjoying. Time around the pool. I’m grilling and I’ve got one eye on the food and one eye on Campbell who is laying out by the pool, while everyone else is focused on little Ty.
When we sit down for dinner, Abby asks Campbell if she has decided between Duke, Georgia Tech, or Vanderbilt yet.
“Well, actually, I had a different idea,” she began, “I was thinking I would go here and save some money. Besides I don’t know exactly what I want to do right now. So that would give me some time to figure it out.”
This had shocked everyone. She was referring to the mid-sized division 1 university twenty minutes from where Abby and I lived. In fact, Abby and I both graduated from there along with my in-laws. There was nothing wrong with our alma mater, but as smart as Campbell is, we expected a larger, more prestigious university.
She continued, “…and I was hoping since you live so close, Abby, that I could live in your basement master bedroom. I mean I would pay you some rent, just not as much as I would pay at an apartment. It would really work for both of us. Plus, I could help with babysitting when I’m here.”
She was right. Our house did have an extra master suite in the basement, complete with a walk in closet and fully finished bathroom. We really just used it to get ready to come out to the pool because of the door that led straight out. It really would be the perfect setup for a college student.
“Yeah, I guess that’s fine with me,” Abby said, still stunned from the revelation, “as long as it’s fine with big Ty.”
Everyone looked at me, Campbell had a mischievous look in her eye and I knew she was up to something.
“I mean it’s fine by me. It wouldn’t make sense to get an apartment when we live so close.”
We all dined on the burgers that I had grilled and talked more about the news that Campbell had just shared. I must say that she was making a strong case for herself. She mentioned that she only wanted to do the first two years here at most, so that she could decide what she wanted to do without the $100,000 per year price tag of the other institutions. Maybe she would one day end up in Duke’s law program, or one of Vanderbilt’s many prestigious programs.
After eating, I got in the pool while the others ogled around little Ty. Campbell joined me soon after I had gotten in.
“You know you shocked the whole group with that news, don’t you?” I said.
“Yeah, I know but I had my reasons to stay,” she smiled back to me.
“Oh yeah?” I couldn’t help but play dumb with her.
“Well, I really don’t want to go to college a virgin. I don’t want to have to explain all of that to my sorority sisters and friends and get judged for it. So, we’re going to have to fix that before I start school next month,” she had dropped a bomb on me nonchalantly.
My jaw dropped to about hit the water and I could feel my pulse jump at least twenty beats per minute.
“Campbell, I don’t think that is such a good idea,” I tried to sway her.
“You don’t understand, this is going to happen, because if you don’t I’ll tell everyone that you’ve been forcing yourself on me.” She had me in a catch 22. I couldn’t get out of it, she had me.
I spent the rest of the day and night thinking about the news that she had just dropped on me. She was wanting to live in my house, with her sister, my wife, and have me fuck her whenever she wanted, or she would cry rape. This was going to be tough for me to hold together.
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*One Month Later*
Campbell had moved in and was almost done with making the second master suite her own. I was finding a groove with my work, and performing excellently I might add, everything seemed to have hit a stride. Campbell and I had not actually fooled around since her pool day revelation that she was moving to our house. That was comforting, but I knew that she had the most damning blackmail over me.
I was in my basement office, just a half bath away from Campbell’s new master suite, when Abby came strolling in.
“Ugh, they are sending me on a four day conference to Louisville before school starts back next week.”
“Oh that’s terrible, hun. I know you hate those things.” I had closed my laptop to focus my attention solely on Abby.
“Yeah, I know you’re swamped and going back to the office a few days per week. I wish you could come with me.”
“I wish too, I haven’t been to Louisville in a while. I don’t think I can make it work with our Colorado trip coming up this winter, though.”
“I thought about that too. I’d rather go to Telluride than to Louisville, so I guess you’re off the hook. I’ll just make sure that Campbell cooks for you,” she joked because she knew that Campbell couldn’t cook more than eggs and microwavable bacon.
“You mean I have to cook for her, right?”
“Yeah, if you don’t mind. You have always done good for me. I guess you can impress her with your cooking now.”
A few days had gone by, Campbell had been spending a few days at home with her folks before she came over for the semester and to rush her sorority. Abby was leaving as Campbell came in. They exchanged brief goodbyes and Abby was off to meet a colleague and go to the airport.
“So you know that deal that we made?” Campbell quizzed as the door closed behind Abby.
“The deal you forced me into? Yes. I’m aware of it.”
“I think this is the perfect opportunity.”
“Cam, I’ve got a lot of work to do this week. It’s really not a good time.”
“You don’t have a choice remember?”
“Fine. Let’s do this,” I took my shirt off, exposing my still fit body from my baseball days.
“Woah, as much as I like the view, you’ve got to do this right. I’ve actually never been on a date. So, plan a date for tonight. If all goes well, then you *might* get lucky.” She stated to me matter-of-factly before heading downstairs.
I rolled my eyes, put my shirt back on and left for the gym. I couldn’t believe that she had never been on a date. I knew that this was going to be a stressful day, or at least night, the gym would help calm me down. A typical gym day for me was weights for about 45 minutes before 20 laps in the Olympic swimming pool for cardio.
When I got back in the locker to change after the pool, I had a text from Campbell, “Where are you? I thought we had a date????”
I responded, “I had errands. We still have our date.”
It hit me at that moment that if this was going to be her first date, I didn’t want it to just be about sex. That I would truly do it right for her. On the way home, I dropped by the florist for flowers. I called the best restaurant in our area and made a reservation. When I got home, I stuck the flowers in the refrigerator, where I knew Campbell wouldn’t see them and went in to shower. After a quick beard trim and manscaping downstairs. I threw on a pair of khaki chino pants, a white shirt with navy and light pink windowpanes, and a navy sport coat. This was my go to look for anything business casual.
I went into the kitchen to grab the flowers from the refrigerator and called for Campbell to come upstairs. I heard her coming up the stairs, heels clip-clapping along the way. I shut the refrigerator to reveal a stunning beauty beside me. Her brown hair with blonde balayage was in a tasteful up-do. She was wearing a tight, but not too tight, black, collared ribbed long sleeve dress that zipped in the back, but had buttons down the front to suggest otherwise. It hugged every curve that she had perfectly. If I wasn’t into her before, I was now. She dawned a pair of black wedge heels that matched the dress perfectly. Not too dressed up, but not underdressed.
“Wow, you look amazing.” I told her shocked that I hadn’t seen her like this before.
“Thanks,” she smiled at the genuine compliment, “You don’t look so bad, yourself.”
“Well today was my shower day, so you’re lucky.” We both laughed.
I handed her the roses and thought that she was going to cry at the gesture. She hugged me and kissed me on the cheek and told me that she had never gotten flowers before. We put them in a vase on the island of the kitchen and took off towards our reservation.
On the way, Campbell appeared to be nervous, with her hands in her lap. I reached past the gear shift of my Toyota 4-Runner where my hand typically rests and grabbed hers. She looked at me and smiled and intertwined our fingers. I pretended not to notice how comfortable this made her under my Ray-Ban sunglasses. When we arrived, Campbell actually tried to decline going to the restaurant under the guise that it was too expensive. I assured her that I wanted to take her here and that money was not an issue. I wanted to make sure that her first date was a special memory. She accepted and we went in. We were escorted to our table without a moments wait and our dinner date had begun. We were served three delectable courses and our conversation flowed so effortlessly, I forgot that we were not actually together. I paid our tab and left a generous tip, and we were on our way.
As we crossed back over the river to return home, I took a detour to a secret spot that some college friends of mine had discovered in their futile attempts to get lucky back in the day. It really was a romantic spot, but they used it for all of the wrong purposes. A short walk later we were on an old abandoned bridge, that had been kept up by the county, that went almost halfway across the river. I took Campbell’s hand again as we strolled out halfway across the river. The sun was setting, and you could make out the silhouette of the main traffic bridge about a mile away. We stopped and propped against the railing. I wrapped my arms around her and held her. At this moment, I did feel like we were together, and I could feel her relaxing into my arms, and knew that she felt the same. Once the sun had set, she spun around in my arms and kissed me and thanked me for a wonderful meal and taking her to see the sunset.
“Let’s go home,” she urged as she took my hand to lead me back to the car. We shared a brief smile and made the walk back to the car.
*Good Stuff Starts Here*
We held hands the entire trip back to the house and talked with ease, like neither of us were uncomfortable about the nature of our relationship at all.
We pulled into the garage, I got out and opened the door for Campbell. I opened the door leading inside and disarmed the security system, and felt a pull on my arm. She had pulled me back to her and pulled me up against her against the door. Our lips were together in an instant. I pulled my hands up and cupped each side of her face as we opened our mouths and allowed our tongues to come together for the first time in several weeks, two familiar friends that had not seen each other in ages. She grabbed my waist and pulled me closer, I was sure that she could feel my cock against her now.
I spun her off the door and started making our way into the living room. I took my jacket off while keeping our bodies, lips, and tongues connected. She instinctively started unbuttoning my shirt. She finished the last button and I removed it and tossed it on top of my jacket on the couch while she lifted my white undershirt. In a matter of seconds I went from fully dressed to no shirt in a matter of seconds.
She began pushing me towards the stairs but I resisted and began pushing her towards my room.
“Are you sure?” She managed to say between kisses.
“Positive.”
I unzipped her dress and began helping her arms free. As the second arm came out, I slid the rest of the dress over her hips and to the floor it fell. She had obviously planned for the evening as her matching black lace bra and panty set were now exposed. Her tan was golden and the black accented it so nicely. We had made it to the door way and she was working on my belt. My pants hit the ground just before we got to the bed. I picked her up, she wrapped her golden brown legs around me, and I gently laid her down on the bed. I lowered myself to her and sat the maroon bulge of my underpants on the crotch of her black lace boyshort panties. Only two thin layers of material separated us.
She rolled over to be on top of me, her knees pulled up to support herself at my hips. I unfastened her bra and pulled it off. I could feel her nipples hard against my chest. I slid my hands down her back and caressed her ass before pulling her panties down as far as I could. She finished removing them as she kissed my chest and abs and continuing down to my bulge that she put in her mouth. She lifted the waistband of my boxer briefs over my cock as it smacked against my stomach with a thud.
After we were both completely naked, she laid down on her stomach and took me in her mouth. Working my shaft with her tongue. Using her finger tips to trace my balls. She was becoming a professional at sucking dick. I enjoyed the pleasure for several minutes and then lifted her away. I didn’t want to finish in her mouth this time. I had much bigger plans for us.
We swapped positions as I began to eat her pussy. The intimacy of this session caused her to be much more aroused and she instantly began arching her back as I collected all of her juices on my tongue. I worked her clit with my tongue as I inserted my index finger inside her. She was soaking wet, my finger slid in and out with ease. She grasped the sheets with her hands as her legs began to shake and I knew she was having an orgasm. I remained steady in my work until it passed.
I got up, moved to the head of the bed, lay beside and kissed her lips.
“Are you ready?”
She smiled and nodded. I rolled over and pulled a condom from the drawer of my nightstand and slid it on. She watched every second. She was taking in every moment of her first time. I rolled back over, the moonlight gleaming in off the river was illuminating her perfect body. I took my position on top of her. I ran my arms under her shoulders with my hands on each side of her head. She reached up and grabbed each hand and gave me the look. The look that said, “Go ahead, make love to me.”
I inserted the tip first. She gasped. I went further.
Two inches. I pulled back.
Three inches. I pulled back.
Four.
God, she was tight.
Five. I pulled back.
Six. I pulled back.
I finally pushed my entire cock into her 18 year old virgin pussy. She cried out in painful pleasure of having her first full cock inside of her. I began slowly, gently thrusting into her. She let out a deep, breathy moan with each intimate thrust. Our hands together, fingers interlocked. Our noses touching, our eyes peering into each other’s souls. I continued to push. Her pussy walls constricting around my cock. My breathing intensified. I was getting closer.
I pulled myself out and lay on my back. I reached over and put my right hand behind her head and pulled her in for a kiss. She climbed on top of me as if she had done this a thousand times before. She straddled me and lifted herself high enough to insert my cock into her once again. I had the most amazing view of her tiny teen body. She lowered herself slowly onto my full length. Once she was there I sat up, and she leaned forward. Our lips together once again, she began to ride. Our faces stayed close as we each breathed our moans of pleasure, stealing kisses when we could. She began kissing my neck, driving me wild. She began rising me faster and hard. I knew I was getting close.
I flipped her back over on her back. My arms under her, her hands on my ass as if to push me further than what I could go. I wasn’t as gentle this time. I was going harder and faster. Her moaning was picking up. Her nails digging into each of my ass cheeks. I did all I could do not to cum. She lifted her head and began to nibble on my ear. I was nearly there. She was climaxing and I could hear it all in my ear.
“Cum for me,” she managed through her orgasm.
That was all I needed. I released myself into the condom and kept thrusting as long as I could go. I collapsed on top of her, both of us breathing heavily. I flipped over on my back and she cuddled up close to me.
Once we caught our breath. I got up from bed, filled the garden tub in my master suite and lit candles around the bathroom. We continued to hold each other in the tub. It felt so right.
We made love twice more that night before falling asleep together in mine and Abby’s bed.
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