Camille: He pursed his lips when I asked the question as if just the sound of Reggie’s name irritated the hell out of him. I mentally prepared myself to hear him say I wouldn’t understand or something of that sort, but surprisingly, he didn’t. “I found out something messed up about him. As much as I would have liked to tell you, he did make me promise not to tell a soul and in return, he’ll stay the heck away from me,” he said and bit into his chicken with so much force, it was as if he wished it was Reggie. “Why are you asking about him, anyway?” I shrugged, eating the last bit of my meal. How would he react if I told him the truth? I mean, telling him Reggie had asked me out would probably anger him so bad that he would end up spitting out the ‘disgusting’ thing his friend had done since it meant Reggie hadn’t kept to his part of the bargain, but on the other hand, I wasn’t sure I was ready to face an angry Daniel. It was nice having him this cool for a change an
Camille: We stared at each other for like ten seconds before we were in each other’s arms, me on his thighs and him straddling me over him. I had no idea who had made the first move, but from how passionately I was kissing him, I had to admit I was sure it was me. We were kissing like hungry people. His lips felt so familiar at this point and as I kissed him, I realized how badly I had missed making out with him. We kissed like lovers who had been separated for years and had just found their way back to each other but with limited time. We only broke the kiss to let my shirt over my head. I raised my hands up to wiggle out of them, impatience and desperation to be as intimately close to him as possible, clouding any sense of insecurity or restraint at him seeing me naked. Daniel’s tongue caressed my breast before swallowing my nipple, while the other hand palmed the second one. I grinded against his slightly raised crotch, a small smile marking my lips when I felt the unmis
Camille: Daniel helped me take off his jeans completely and when he did, I started to wonder what even made me ask to do this. “Is the door locked?” He asked, before standing up to check. I worried when I felt a tingling in my legs when I imagined Lucia bursting into the room and catching me in her brother’s room completely naked. I wasn’t worried about that though. What bothered me was the fact that the tingling was coming from excitement. The idea of being caught doing something I clearly wasn’t supposed to be doing was thrilling. What the heck was wrong with me? As I stared at the thick long pulsing mass of his bare cock, I realized I had no idea what to do with it. He was sitting patiently and watching me, waiting for me to do what I had been begging him to let me do. ‘Ok Cam, you’ve read too much erotica to be clueless right now,’ my subconscious reminded me. In my defense, the erotica I read were never this vivid. This was not my first time seeing a man nak
Camille: If Lucia opened that door, I would be done for. I was naked in her brother’s closet. There was no other explanation for that other than the obvious. Plus I could tell that Daniel was mad at me. Even if his sister caught me in here, I would be getting no help from him. “Lucia, wait,” he said, pulling her away from the closet right before she could open it. “Wait a minute,” she said, staring at a spot on the bed. “Aren’t those Cam’s headphones?” My eyes popped open. How could I have been dumb to leave them out there? Ugh. I was done for. “Yeah, I asked her for them,” Daniel said, but it wasn’t a very convincing lie. “And she gave them to you?” Lucia asked in a way that showed him she didn’t believe him at all. “Why’s that so hard to believe? We’ve gotten pretty close recently. That’s why it’s strange that she talked about me leaving this morning. You can help me give them to her when she comes back,” he said offhandedly. Now, that was a little more believ
Camille: Although I was extremely angry, I still had to tiptoe carefully into the bathroom. I had barely got in when Lucia came out of the kitchen with her food. “Cam,” she called out to me. “Where have you been? I’ve been searching all over for you. I even called your name. I thought you went out.” “Oh,” I said with a nervous laugh and prayed my voice wouldn’t betray me. “I was in the bathroom with my head…” I almost mentioned my headphones when I remembered she had seen them in Daniel’s room. If I completed my sentence, she would know I had been in his room. “…my head in this new book I was reading online. It’s so interesting. It’s about a girl who gets betrayed by her best friend and the man she loves but finds a man that’s like a hundred times better…” I was rambling, but it was better than nothing. Lucia rolled her eyes, already bored of my story. At least, she believed me. “Ugh. Isn’t that like the storyline of every erotica you read?” She asked, ushering me
Camille: “This is the second room. It hasn’t been used in a while, so…” Reggie said, scratching the back of his neck. He didn’t look at me while he spoke, but kept rummaging and rearranging anything he could get his hands on around the room. “It’s fine,” I assured him, finding his nervousness cute. “It’s nice. I honestly don’t mind a little dust just as long as it’s not a party.” He nodded, clearly relieved. “Will you like something to eat?” He asked, holding my hand and leading me to where I presumed was the kitchen even though I hadn’t responded yet. “I ordered Chinese.” I rarely ever ate food I didn’t prepare myself, but the food ended up being better than I expected. “How is it?” Reggie asked. “It’s great,” I said honestly. Besides wanting to be as far away from Daniel as possible, I had come here because I wanted to get certain questions answered. However, as we ate in silence, I couldn’t think of a way to bring them up. “How has work been?” He as
Daniel: Sometimes, I tell myself the truth. I’m really childish. Like today. Why on earth did I throw a party last night? I hadn’t even enjoyed it. I just spent the whole time taking shots and watching the door like a hawk when I wasn’t drinking, waiting for her to come in and yell at me for throwing the party. Turns out that today out of all days, she didn’t even show up. Why the hell do I care? And why on earth am I acting like an idiot? “Hi, baby,” the girl whose face and voice I don’t recognize said sleepily beside me and wrapped her arm around me. I flung her arm over my shoulder and climbed out of the bed. “Hey,” she called out, her face falling as she struggled to cover her naked body with the duvet. “What’s wrong? I thought we had something special.” My head was pounding so hard from my hangover, and the last thing I wanted to do was give this random woman who I didn’t even remember a pep talk about why she shouldn’t still be in my bed till this mo
Camille: That Tuesday morning, all I wanted to do was throw myself against my bed and sleep until the next day. This would be the third night of sleep Daniel had stolen from me because of another one of his stupid parties. Staying at Reggie’s hadn’t been all that bad, but I hadn’t been able to sleep there either for reasons I was yet to revisit. When I heard yelling from the living room, I was not the least bit surprised. When Reggie insisted to ride with me up the elevator to my apartment after dropping me off in his car that morning, I had known that if they eventually met face to face, there would be a clash. I wished they would just stop it already. What pissed me off the most about their sudden resentment for each other was the fact that neither of them would tell me the reason behind it. They had been great friends at the beginning and abruptly started hating each other. No matter how much I had pressured Reggie the night before, he still wouldn’t tell me what had to