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Pushing her so that she is walking backward toward my room at the end of the hall, I shut the door behind us once we enter and grab her by the back of her thighs and bring her legs around my waist. “You trying to get lucky in here, baby?”
She throws her head back and laughs. “Absolutely not.”
“Damn shame,” I say, nuzzling her neck. “Would make for some beautiful memories in here.”
She swats my shoulder and wiggles until I release her. “You’re insatiable.”
Nothing in my room has changed in the three years since I left. There’s a variety of trophies from different soccer tournaments I won from peewee to my senior year of high school. On my desk, there are schoolbooks lined up and some family photos of me with my sister, mom, and grandma. Blaire walks along, admiring the photos. She picks one up of me in the bathtub with a soccer ball.
“That was after the first game I ever won. My coach gave me the winning ball since it was my goal that got us there and I wouldn’t let it go all night. I even slept with it.” I can’t help but laugh at the memory. Soccer was my obsession, even at a young age.
“That’s so sweet, Camden. You can see how happy and proud you are in the photo.” She sets it down and takes in the rest of my room.
On the wall, there are posters. Some of my favorite bands and some of famous Playboy bunnies and football cheerleaders. Blaire raises her eyebrow and looks over at me when she stops at a poster of a bunny wearing nothing but the tiniest bikini that is covering up some insanely oversized boobs. It’s funny how that was something I drooled over as a horny teenage boy but now can’t stand the thought of fake breasts.
I shrug. “What can I say? I was a teenage boy.”
Blaire rolls her eyes and moves on to my bed.
She sits down and lies back against the pillows. “Your room is very…you. Soccer, family, naked women. Pretty much sums you up.” She’s smiling and I know she’s teasing me because if anything, she of all people has learned over the last two months together that I’m more than that.
Walking over, I climb on top of her and push her thighs open so I can settle between them. “Woman,” I tell her.
“Huh?”
“Naked woman, not women. I only care about a naked woman.”
“And who’s that?” she teases, fighting a smile.
“Oh, it’s going to be like that, baby?” I begin tickling her sides and she screeches, trying to push my hands away.
“No, please. I was kidding. Camden, I’m going to pee.” Having mercy on her and her bladder, I stop.
As I roll to the other side of my full-sized bed, I bring her with me so she’s lying half on top of my chest.
“Your mom is probably wondering if I fell into the toilet,” Blaire says as she kisses my neck.
My hands drift down to her ass, and I squeeze it, pulling her closer to me. “Maybe we should go back out there then.”
“Mhhmm,” she moans against my neck as she sucks.
Not being able to take it anymore, I turn my head and capture her lips. She adjusts herself so she’s straddling my waist and she grinds herself against me. Fuck, I can’t get enough of this girl. Just looking at her gets me hard, but when she pulls this shit, I can’t see straight.
Flipping us over so I’m on top of her again, I press my pelvis into her core, and the loud moan she gives me as she throws her head back makes me smile. Blaire isn’t afraid of making noise, and at this moment I’m happy my room is the farthest from the kitchen so my mom and sister can’t hear.
“I need you naked. Like now,” I say as I start to lift her shirt up.
She stops me and grabs my hands. “No, your mom is like right there.”
“Don’t fucking care,” I say and bring my lips back down to hers.
“Cammy, Mom wants to know if you want ice cream with your ca—” The door swings open and Trazia screams and then covers her eyes. “Oh my God, no. No. No. No. I went my whole life not walking in on you doing that while you lived here, and you do itnow.” She turns and runs down the hallway.
Blaire’s face is beet red, and I can’t help but laugh. “Shut up, your mom is going to think I’m some kind of slut.”
That makes me laugh harder. “Baby, I can guarantee you my mom thinks you are the farthest thing from a slut.”
She pushes me off her and sits up, adjusting her light green blouse.
