Chapter 01: Coming Home
Clarabelle drives home with a bit of a headache. She stops at a stoplight and closes her eyes for a moment. She tries to block out the day; the whining kids, the pathetic excuses, she just wants to get home. She opens her eyes just as the light turns green. After another block, she stops again at a red light. Trying not to let the frustration get to her, she tries to think of something happy to help her fend off the creeping pain in her head.
Looking out the driver's side window, she remembers how good it felt the other night as she and Cameron made love. He had surprised her and bent her over their bed with her feet still on the floor. She tries to imagine him driving his hard cock deep inside of her, the wonderful feeling of being filled with him. A smile comes over her face at the thought of her orgasm.
When the car in front of her moves forward, she steps on the gas with a little more urgency. She begins to get a little exited at the thought of Cameron inside of her. As she slows to stop at another light however, she quickly remembers that despite working at home, Cameron was "home sick" with a cold. He called into his part-time teaching job in the morning to request a sub. With a sigh, she begins to think of the things they could still do.
Obviously they can't kiss, not on the lips anyway, not if she wants to stay healthy herself. Biting her lower lip, her mind wanders. She wonders if he has even showered. Oh, she hopes he's feeling better.
Pulling into the garage, she parks and gets out of the car. She feels the surprise of wetness between her legs and smiles as it turns her on.
Stepping inside, she's greeted by Cameron coming down the stairs, still in the pajama pants and t-shirt she left him in that morning. "Hey honey..." Claire says, watching him take each step. "Did you get to take a shower today?"
"Of course, I just got back into my comfies since I wasn't going anywhere."
"How you feeling?" she puts her stuff down on the couch.
"I'm okay, still sneezing. But I'm on drugs, so I'm good. How are you?"
"I've got a bit of a headache."
"I'm sorry. We're pretty messed up aren't we?"
"Yeah, but I did a little self-medicating on the way home, and I kinda thought, maybe..." A seductive look comes over her.
"You want a message?"
"Oh, that would be nice," she smiles, "but no. I was thinking maybe you could read me a story..." she says biting her lower lip. "I'll take a rain check on the message though, since you're not feeling well."
"Hmm...what kind of story?" Cameron asks, playing along with the game.
"A sexy story, something that will turn me on and help the pain to go away."
"I see, you want that kind of medication. So what kind of 'self medicating' were you doing on the way home?"
Claire walks up closer, he looks down into her beautiful blue eyes. "I was just thinking about how you fucked me the other night...from behind." When Claire's words leave her mouth she immediately feels Cameron's cock stir in his pants. She smiles and takes hold of his semi-erect cock through his pants and pumps it gently.
"I see," Cameron says, "and did your thoughts get you wet?"
Claire licks her lip and nods in agreement, "Yeah. It really helped take the pain away for a little while."
"And you want me to read you a story to help further ease the pain?"
"Yeah...will you? I know you've got something."
"And then what? You know we can't kiss...I don't want to get you sick too."
Claire smiles at him, "Well maybe we could do some other things. Maybe we could reenact parts of the story? We can do everything else but kiss."
"Well, I might just have a story for you," he says slyly.
"Good...well why don't you print it out, and I'll change my clothes and I'll meet you in the bedroom in five...make it ten."
Cameron smiles. "Okay, ten it is."
A few minutes later, Claire lays on the bed wearing a small red thong and a tight, short, red t-shirt which reveals her pierced belly button and hard protruding nipples of her full size, naturally perky, C-cup breasts. Her shoulder length blonde-brown hair is pulled back in a pony tail.
Cameron sits crossed legged with a couple pieces of paper in hand. Claire isn't a real thong fan, she only wears them for Cameron. She much prefers wearing nothing or for everyday wear, a simple cotton bikini cut. However, tonight she figures it would not only provide a good view, but easy access.
Cameron begins to read as Claire watches and listens. Soon Claire finds her eyes closed, her hands cupping her breasts and her breathing quickening. It's not long before Claire begins to rub herself over her red thong, occasionally pulling it to one side to feel her wetness as it builds. Cameron steals glances between sentences, feeling his cock get harder as he watches Claire touch herself.
