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THEN
Dean,18 years old
Camille and I have been getting closer than ever before… intimately, for the last three months. She doesn’t shy away when my hand goes between her legs and I rub her through her jeans, or when I hold her hips and slide her against the growing bulge in my pants, or even when I suck on her round tits and leave my mark on her.
I want nothing more than to leave my mark on her neck for everyone to see, but that’s impossible, considering she’s not even allowed to date yet.
When I sucked on her neck for the first time, she moaned so sweetly, and I loved it so much that I wanted to hear those sounds fall from her plump lips repeatedly. She was the one who took her shirt off but kept her bra on. Her tits are perky and round and fit perfectly in my hands, and I couldn’t help but suck the skin that was exposed. She wouldn’t let me take her bra off so I could suck on her bare nipples, and I know that is because she’d be too turned on and wouldn’t want to stop. I have already seen how difficult it is for her to stop each time we go too far.
She is left with wet panties, and I am left with blue balls.
Every fucking time.
My right hand has never been used more than it is now.
It’s winter break, so I’ll be getting to see Cam for a hell of a lot longer than an hour or two after school.
My time with her is coming to an end, and it’s a reality neither of us want to face… until now.
Mom and Dad are ready for me to start sending off college applications, and the number one school I want to attend isn’t close by. It’s the best architecture school, and I’ve had my eye on it for years. Camille knows about the school, but she doesn’t know attending school in England is my firm plan. Tonight is the night I’ll tell her. I haven’t even applied or been accepted, so I may be jumping the gun by telling her, but I have a good feeling about it, and I’d rather her be prepared for the possibility of me moving a lot farther away than she originally thought.
I think Camille’s been so open to letting things between us get closer to the line we can’t cross yet because she knows I’ll be gone soon.
But tonight, before I tell her my college plans, I’m taking her on an official date.
Last night, I told her to be ready by 10 a.m., so I’m not surprised when I pull into her driveway and see her waiting.
Like a true gentleman, I even get out of the car to open the passenger door for her. She’s wearing jeans that hug her like a second skin, a sweater underneath her jacket, and flat knee-high boots. Her long, silky midnight black hair hangs freely down her back, and a gray beanie is on her head, pulled down to her ears.
Fuck. The sight of her makes my cock twitch in my pants. She looks so fucking beautiful no matter what she wears.
The girl who once wore pigtails and overalls every single day is long gone, and in her place is a young woman who makes my dick painfully hard.
“Where are we going?” she asks from the passenger seat with a bright smile.
“It’s a surprise.” I lean over, cup her face, and press my lips against hers, stealing the air from her lungs.
“Hurry up before someone sees us kissing.” I laugh, kissing her again. I turn my attention to the road and carefully back out of the driveway with a grin.
As usual, Cam leans forward to take control over the radio and sings along to every song that plays. She’s not going to audition for American Idol anytime soon, but the girl can at least carry a tune.
I love seeing her when she's in my car.
She’s so beautiful, so young, so free.
Camille Avery Lambert is the definition of perfection.
And I was a goner when it came to her. I am so fucking in love with this girl that I will never recover. She has me under her spell, and she doesn’t even know it. She does it effortlessly, and I don’t know how I’ll survive being away from her. But that’s not something I want to think about right now.
We’ll have that conversation before the day is done, but I want to focus on the beautiful girl beside me for now.
Twenty minutes later,we’ve parked, I’ve paid for our skates, and now I’m kneeling and helping her into them. For years, Camille has been telling me she wanted to go ice skating, and I don’t know why we never got around to it until now. But today is all about her, and I want to make all her wishes come true before I break her heart.
Hand in hand, we walk toward the large ice rink. The moment we step onto the ice, she begins to wobble, so I reach out to steady her. She’s not at all graceful, and even though she looks like a baby giraffe trying to walk, she’s still perfect and completely carefree.
Hand in hand, we skate around the rink; slow at first, taking our time until she gets the hang of it and finds her balance. I expected her to fall once or twice, but as with everything else she does, she surprises me and stays on her feet the entire time.
We skate around for over an hour until her nose is red and her teeth are chattering.
