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Chapter Eleven
Aden
I loved Saturdays. I had always heard that days off are for people who don’t like their jobs, but I have never really held to this. I loved my job but also appreciated downtime. Mostly because Beau wouldn’t let me play my bass and read my comics at work. Despite the ping-pong court and arcade games, things could only go so far at Sure Thing Graphics. Ryan may have been a bit more permissive, but it was a bit too early to test that.
For the moment I was fine to stay where I was, in Camilla’s bed, her warm, nude form wrapped around me. On Impulse, I kissed her on the forehead. She hummed contentedly and held me even closer. I could still feel the warm wetness of her pussy on my cock as she let me fuck her, taking every hard thrust.
“Thirsty?” I asked.
“A bit actually,” she admitted.
“I’ve got some sparkling water over at my place.”
“Flavored?”
“Of course.”
“Which flavor.”
“Black raspberry mostly.”
“What’s that like?” she asked, with genuine interest.
“Try it and see,” I said.
I helped Camilla get dressed, her hangover still pretty wicked. We went with the minimum for going out in semi-public, just a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. No socks, panties, or bra. I had a funny feeling that considering where we were at that point, she wouldn’t need them very long. Ditto for all of my clothes. I still couldn’t help but feel over-dressed.
I couldn’t keep my eyes of Camilla as we walked over to my place. She managed to look sexy even in what she was wearing. Then again, I was pretty sure she could look hot in a potato sack. There was really no way to conceal the full glory of her miraculous tits, save perhaps for perhaps a parka.
I went straight for the fridge, keeping Camilla well behind me, lest my erection become too obvious. Taking two bottles from the line up in the door, I tossed one to Camilla, who caught it perfectly, which only stood to reason, given her years of softball. Though it might not have been the best idea considering they were carbonated.
“Sink,” I said quickly, as Camilla went to twist off the cap.
“Oh, right.”
She bent over the sink, twisting off the lid and presenting her ass in a very enticing way. An effect only added to when she craned back her swan-like neck, taking a long sip.
“Wow, that’s good water!” she said, lowering the bottle from her lips.
“I know, right?” my eyes locked on her pronounced breasts.
“Where you lookin’, huh?”
“What? Sorry.”
“It’s okay, I’m just kidding,” she said, lovingly stroking my arm.
“I don’t think you would want to—”
“Want to, yes. I just need some time, okay?”
“Did I hurt you?”
“A bit. Not too bad. I’m just a bit sore. Particularly my little red ass.”
“Yeah.”
“Hey, don’t look guilty now. I asked you to, remember?”
