Originally this was three separate parts. I've put them together and am hoping to continue writing this story so that I can bring it to a satisfactory conclusion in the coming weeks. Thanks for your time and support.
Also, and this is so embarrassing, I've literally never given the narrator a name. Let that haunt you as you read. Because it continues to haunt me.
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Morning comes and Camilla is still next to me. The night before is still prominent in my mind. My arms are wrapped around her pale form and she's snuggled tight. A peace rests around her smile. I don't feel the same. I want to feel the same.
There's a vibration behind me. My phone is in the palm of my hand clicking through to Claire's text. I take a moment. I can hear John in my head. Admonishing me for not giving in to the obvious truth.
Claire... As far as I could tell had no flaws. She was the sound of ocean waves at midnight. Her presence filling a room entirely. A smile as big as planets.
It felt like I'd be waiting a life time to see her again. Even when I was with somebody else. She was the girl I was thinking about.
So it filled me with joy when she asked me to go to get coffee with her on Sunday.
I agreed readily. How could I say no?
After hitting send I wrapped my arms around Camilla once more. I breathed in her scent and smiled. We had both made each other at least a little happier. And that's worth something.
Hours later she turned to me and kissed me with a smile.
"It's not bad waking up to somebody like you." She said.
Our kiss broke after thirty seconds. She got out of bed and bent over to pick up her purple panties. I could just see her pussy lips. Images played in my head. A recollection of the night before.
Camilla left around ten in the afternoon. I had made her breakfast. Her scarcely covered body would occasionally lean into my right shoulder. It was her way of connecting with me. The other small subtleties. When she ran her fingers over the top of my right hand, up my forearm. The soft way she would scratch my back as she walked by.
The morning was mostly spent putting clothes on. But there was something I liked about it. I hadn't lived with anybody for very long. Rashana had come into my life for a nine month period. I sometimes wonder if she just used me. But this didn't feel that way. Camilla fit. In a way that Rashana hadn't.
I met her while rock climbing. We were inside the gym and I asked her about the problem set she was solving. It was a V8. I had only ever reached a V4.
When she came down from the wall she pushed her black hair away from her face. Her slim legs moved her elegantly to the edge of the mat. I pointed towards the wall.
"Maybe you could hook your foot and use the crimp for balance."
She barely looked over.
"Thanks."
I'd see her again for the next few weeks. Each time we'd make a little more chitter chatter. And each time I got to know just a little more about her.
The worst thing happening in Rashana's life at that time was her abusive ex. He had nearly taken over her life.
He made her quit her job. After which he controlled all the money she could get access to. If he didn't approve every single expenditure he would go beserk. Rashana told me how he had held her down by the throat. How she asked him to stop. How he just didn't. He didn't stop and then he fucked her.
I can't tell you why these words came out of my mouth. Can't even tell you I thought about it. The words existed before their own thought.
"Do you need somewhere else to live?"
Right away she set a boundary. We weren't dating. She was just a traveller passing through. If I tried anything funny she would leave. Her life was already complicated enough.
Those were her words but as we lived together it became apparent she couldn't practice what she preached.
She would walk around our apartment in these tight boyshorts. On days we cleaned the house, I would find myself face to face with them.
Rashan would walk around naked. Her cute breasts would hang out openly. There were times I couldn't help but stare and she said nothing.
The two of us were almost too much for my small studio. There was only a separate room for the bathroom. Otherwise we were always in sight of each other.
For the first month Rashana slept on my tiny futon. Every morning I'd hear complaints about how uncomfortable it was.
I told Rashana that if she's staying in my house for free, she shouldn't complain. That shut her up. At least verbally. Because she didn't bring it back up again.
Instead, one night, I woke up to her body. I put my hand on her hips and she didn't stop me. I pulled her close and pushed my pelvis into her butt. She protested. Turning around telling me no with angry enthusiasm.
At first she would wear full body pajamas, but overtime she wore less and less. It began with her shirt. She started wearing only a sports bra and eventually nothing. I would wake up with her nipples pushed up against the fabric of my shirt. Her head would be tucked into her body. It looked like she was trying to stay warm at night. Each night she closer.
And thankfully, more naked.
Her boyshorts were the last to go. After those were gone her ass would be pushed up against my cock. She'd only stop if she felt me get hard. Up until that point I could do almost anything. She would even let me cup her tits with my hands.
The hardest part of living so close to Rashana was the lack of space to masturbate. It started getting to me. If I did it in the shower Rashana would get impatient. The knocking would begin on the door and my hard on would be gone.
"What are you doing in there!?" Rashana said.
"Uh--I'm just--"
"Jacking off?"
It had been an entire two months since I had jacked off. Rashana had been laid off from her job and she was always home. The only chance I had was the toilet but her bowels always had the most terrible timing.
"I am actually!" The knocking stopped. I had finally shut her up.
"Open the door." Rashana said.
"What?" I replied meekly.
"Get the fuck out here."
I must have pissed of Rashana. She had told me from day one if I got weird she would leave me. masturbating in the same house as her must have made her feel weird. I had crossed that invisible line.
When I stepped out she was totally naked.
"What?" I asked.
"Shut up and get naked on your bed."
Rashana look at me from the sofa. Her legs were wide open. Her pussy was cute and pink. I was already thinking about how I wanted to run my tongue along it.
"Pull out your cock and start masturbating."
She started slowly rubbing her pussy. Our eyes were locked together. I started rubbing up and down the length of my cock. Both of us were moving our hands at about the same speed.
It all really clicked for me when she started to moan. It was small at first. Almost like she was trying to hold the good feelings inside her.
As her pleasure grew her moans and bucking became more intense. My hand had sped up. I was on my knees with just one hand rubbing the head of my cock. My hips were moving back and forth to simulate the sensations of fucking the very cunt in front of me.
Our moans were growing louder. My panting deeper and slower as I approached my climax.
Rashana had three fingers inside of her. She would periodically lick them clean. Our eyes never leaving each other. She inserted her fingers into her pussy, in and out, followed by a wink. It was enough to make me cum.
It was slow at first. My cum dripped lightly onto my comforter below. And then it shot out across my bed. I fell backwards, out of breathe. A bit of the cum spilled onto my leg.
Looking over at Rashana, she was already getting dressed.
I continued laying down. Enjoying the post orgasm tired. My hand would occasionally return to my dick. Just a quick little up and down.
We still weren't officially dating. But it felt like we were. A few times a week she would ask me if I felt the need to "Jack off."
I always said yes.
You could call me a coward. I wouldn't blame you. Rashana and I were in a relationship, but neither of us wanted to acknowledge the elephant in the room.
I was afraid to lose her. Even though I had only let her move in as a favor. As a friend. It had grown past that. Something she specifically told me she didn't want.
But she knew that I was a man with needs. Maybe she knew that was just how men are. The only way to keep them happy is to give them just a hint of sex. Once they lose interest what will keep him there?
She had started sleeping right next to me. I had my clothes on. Her ass crept closer and closer to me. Her black underwear would rub up against my cock. It was a particularly bad night. It was cold and she kept rubbing her ass Into me.
Earlier she asked if I needed to Jack off but we were interrupted by a phone call from her ex. He was still trying to win her back. She told me she never wanted to see him again. But then why did she always answer his calls right away? Why did she hide her texts from me? Was that all in my head?
Her ass wrapped around my hard cock. This time I pushed back against her. It was slow, but if she was awake she would have felt it. I started thrusting ever so slightly faster. To keep her asleep. It felt good. It was what I needed to happen earlier that day.
My hips had been pushing against her ass for the last thirty minutes. My cock was aching. It needed release but I didn't want to just hump her and cum. I wanted to fuck her.
I spoke her name. There was no response. Even as I sped up my humping she was silent.
I lifted the blanket. Throwing it aside I lowered myself and aimed my cock towards her pussy. I pulled her boyshorts down. Grabbed her by the thighs as I fucked her from behind. Her sleeping body jiggled lightly when our bodies made contact.
Besides her underwear Rashana hadn't been wearing anything. I had a view of her perfect little breasts. I wanted to grab them but worried that any additional movement would wake her up. I was already shocked that fucking her hadn't been enough to do it.
She moaned. I froze inside her. My hand resting on her thigh. After a few seconds without a new noise from her my hands slowly lifted. They had left a momentary imprint in her skin.
After waiting about a minute I resumed fucking her. She moaned again but this time I ignored it. My thrusting became more frantic. The impact of my torso against her skin made noise
If I hadn't been so close to cumming I might have slowed down. I would have been looking into Rashana's eyes as I filled her pussy with my cum.
