If a woman says stop, then you stop! A woman should feel nothing but pleasure at a man’s touch and if she doesn’t, then the man is an idiot and needs to watch some Youtube videos, get a book, or something!
Despite her embarrassed flush, she continued, “as time went on we spent less and less time doin’ anything other than cuddling on the sofa or the occasional quick peck on the lips. He told me that he was fine with the just cuddling and getting hand jobs, I should have know he was full of shit. I felt the distance between us, so when he back from his audition in London, I decided I was going to let him make love to me. I was going to get over my foolish insecurites and show him how much I loved him. After all, I can’t be rejecting the advances of the man I loved, the man I was going to marry, the man I was going to build my dream home with on the grassy hill…but that night…” She didn’t finish, she didn’t have to.
“So you go to Sean’s apartment to surprise him and instead he’s doing Tara on the kitchen table, blowing you’re dream to pieces. Then he tries to blame you for his shitty as behavior because he’s not man enough to own up to his crap!” I said angrily.
It wasn’t fair! She didn’t deserve for some asshole to fuck her friend on a kitchen table. I could just imagine Camille’s face after spending all day getting up the courage to show the guy, she thought she loved, that she wanted to be with him, but instead of a romantic evening she got kicked in the gut.
The worst part was that she thought that the way Sean treated her was love. As if she was lucky for any scraps of affection that Sean or Walt were willing to give her. No wonder being intimate scared the hell out of her, the people she loved the most were the ones that caused her the most pain. Before I made the proposal that I had been working on in my head I had to bring up Jack. Yeah, I liked Jack a lot, but he was a part of this too and I wanted to make sure she understood that I knew exactly where she was coming from.
“And Jack, how did Jack make you feel?”
“I had kind of treated Jack like a family friend, more like an uncle that would call on me birthday and holidays. It wasn’t until I was older and could travel to America that I got to spend any time with him. Och, I was such a brat. I made Synclair’s life a living hell. I put glue in her shampoo bottles, I turned up the heat on the oven when she was baking, anything I could do to be a pest. Really, I was jealous because her and me Da had such an easy relationship.They were so familiar and it made me mad that she got more of him then I did. He always droned on about Synclair this and Synclair that! So, would get mad and tell him I wanted to go home or shout terrible things I didn’t mean,” she actually looked embassed as she spoke.
“So what happened?”
She chuckled, “Synclair happened.” Even I had to smile at the idea of Camille getting straightend out by my feisty, no-nonsense, future sister.
“I deserved a good ass kicking and I actually thought she was going to thrash me within an inch of me life when I told Jack he was nothing compated to Walt,” she paused for a moment and then continued, “she dragged me to the women’s shelter that she volunteered at, and I spent the day with the little children who had come there with their Ma’s. They were so sad and some of them had bruises. I couldn’t even imagine all the bruises that you couldn’t see. Then she took me to a library where she read to children with disabilities. Some couldn’t see, some were wheelchair bound but all them were pleasant and so happy when she read to them. She told me that no matter how bad her life had gotten when she was living with her mother, no matter what awful hotel or how hungry she was, she knew that other kids were suffering more than she was. I realized that I was lucky. I wasn’t abused like those women and children, I had me sight, I had me legs and even though it wasn’t perfect, I had people that cared about me. At the time I thought those people included Tara and Sean, Ma, Keela, Synclair, Da and even Walt. Yeah, I was sure he still loved me deep down.” She smiled and threaded her hand with mine.
“Synclair is more awesome then I thought,” I told her. It was true. My new sister had been dragged from hotel to hotel by a drug addicted mother and yet, she had found a way to still be grateful for what she had. The woman has an an exterior as hard as titanium and a heart as soft as marshmellows. I decided to make a mental note to let Reece know that if he ever fucked up his relationship with Synclair again, they were going to kick his butt to the curb and keep her!
“She is that. She could have really thrashed me, but she always made time for me and always watched out for me Da.” Camille made a movement toward the other side and I wrapped my arms around her and drew her back against my chest.
“You didn’t tell me what happened after you went to the library and the shelter,” I told her, hoping to distract her from her nervousness of being in my arms.
After a few tense moments, she sighed and leaned back into me. Hell yes.
“After that I stopped stomping around like a spoiled child and decided to take what love was being offered. I still feel like me Da will always have a special relationship with Synclair and I hope someday our relationship gets to a point where he looks at me with the same kind of pride that he looks at her with,” she said as she rubbed her hands together like she was trying to warm them.
“Well, I can tell you that when I told Jack how you had told off Walt and saved the crew from being fired, he was so filled with pride he looked like he was going to explode,” I told her wanting her to know that even if she didn’t see how proud he was of her that it was there.
She turned in my arms. Smiling she put her hand over my heart and looked up at me, her cheeks were pink from the cold and her eyes were bright and happy. She had touched me, voluntarily and not in some rush of mashing our lips together, it was a simple touch and it let me know that she was showing me that she trusted me a little more.
I couldn’t keep quiet any longer, just being this close to her was making me harder than I’d ever been. I stepped back and smiled as I leaned back against the far railing. She leaned back against her rail and waited expectantly for me to speak.
“Camille, I want to teach you that intimacy and touching is good, it shouldn’t hurt, it shouldn’t be degrading, it should feel good and you should always feel beautiful and confident in your body.”
“What exactly are you proposing Dalton? I already told you I have no plans to fall in love, I’m just not ready for that kind of risky undertaking,” she answered honestly. Holy role reversal Batman!
Okay, here was my opening, but for some reason the idea that she was so set against the ideas of falling in love with me, just irked me. That might sound a little hypocritical because the last thing I want is for her to fall for me when I’m only going to be in Ireland for a few weeks, but in all honesty, my ego hated the fact that she gave me the speech before I got to give it to her.
Shoving down that nagging little part of me screaming that there was no way she couldn’t love me, I smiled, “Perfect because as cute, sexy and feisty as you are, I have no intentions of getting on the love train! Because after that comes the wedding train, then the baby train and before you know it you’re living in a rail yard surrounded by empty train cars,” I told her. Her confused look told me I sounded like a freaking moron. Alrighty, back to basics.
“Look, we both agree that we find each other attractive,” I waited for her nod, which she did slowly as if she wasn’t sure. Ouch! Come on, the girl is nuts about me, right?
“I find myself curious about having a female friend and you need someone that you can trust to practice with.” I stopped when her mouth dropped open and she stepped up to where I was sitting. It wasn’t lost on me that all I had to do was open my legs and with one tug she’d be right up against my happy spot. Down boy! Friends remember? She sets the pace!
Shaking my head to clear my thoughts I waited, I wanted to give her a moment for it set in as to what exactly I was offering.
“What do you mean practice? Practice what Dalt?” her eyes were wide and I could tell she wasn’t sure sh
e was hearing what she thought she was hearing.
Okay, spell it out time, “What I’m saying is that you touch me, kiss me, hold me, explore this body,” I opened my arms wide, and it didn’t escape my notice when she let her eyes roam up and down my body. “No pressure, no judgement, your body already wants me. It’s your brain that keeps putting the on breaks,” I told her placing one finger on her foreheard. Laughing she swatted my hand away.
“So wait, are you saying that you won’t touch, grab, or embarrass me by laughing at me?” The fact that she even had to ask that question of me made me want to break Sean -ass hat- Walsh’s face.
I dead panned her and made my voice as gentle and soft as I could, “No sweetheart. If you kiss me, I will kiss you back but you stop… I stop. As for touching, I’m only human and wrapping you in my arms while we make out is only natural, but you set the pace. If you want my arms at my sides, that’s where they will stay. If you want me butt naked on the bed so you can get comfortable and explore my body, then you say the word. Hell, you can tie me up if you’re afraid I won’t keep my hands to myself. My point is, you already trust me a little and you’ve admitted to liking my kisses. So why not use me while I’m here? Explore me, enjoy me and maybe we can re-wire that brain of yours to understand that it’s not that sex or intimacy is bad, you’ve just had really big assholes who hurt your feelings. Once you see that you don’t need to protect yourself, you’ll feel better! Then when that guy comes around that you can’t help falling in love with, you’ll give yourself to him without hesitation.” There I said, I said it all. I had put it all out there her while ignoring the strange pain I felt when I thought about Camille falling in love with someone, someone who wasn’t me.
“Dalton! I told you I can’t fall…” I silenced her with a hand to her lips. Her very pink, very full soft, kissable lips. Ugh, this may be harder than I thought. Head in the game Hudson!
“Camille you were meant to be loved, cherished and protected. You will get your happy ending, you will get that guy who can watch the sunrise from your front porch and sunsets from the back deck. You will find the guy who is meant to live with you in your house on the hill! When you do, you won’t be able to help but fall in love,” I told her. Shockingly enough, I actually believed everything I said.
Just because I didn’t see myself with one person forever, didn’t mean that Camille couldn’t have her dream. Just so we’re clear, if she falls in love with a total tool, I will hunt him down! I will kill him and hide his body parts in the four corners of the world so he can never come back as a Zombie, and exact his revenge. What? Okay, so maybe I was a little addicted to the cable show, Walking Dead.
“So, I touch you how and when I want to and you just… let me?” she asked. I nodded and watched her eyes brighten as I parted my legs and she stepped in between them. She tentaively reached out and ran her hands down shoulders, my chest, over my legs and lightly, brushed my thighs. She didn’t stroke my crotch, and I was thankful because I didn’t want to scare her.
“No other girls while you’re here in Ireland?” It was more of a demand than a question and I grabbed her hand and placed it on my heart.
“Nope, I’m all yours Ms. Patrick.”
“And in return you want to have me as yer friend?” she sounded like unsure. As if, she thought she was missing something.
“Yeah, I’ve had bed buddies and casual sex partners but I think it would be great to have a friend. Someone who knows me for who I am and takes me seriously, not like some charming boy toy. It’ll feel good to know that I still get a lot of affection but I don’t have to spend time figuring out what to say, to get you into bed,” I told her honestly. It was true, the idea of spending time with a woman, who I wasn’t actively trying to fuck or figure out how to get away from, excited the hell out of me.
“No sex? Correct? We both agree on that right? It goes no further than some kisses and touching,” she warned and I nodded.
I didn’t tell her that one place I could definitely touch and kiss her was between her legs. I was determined to bring Camille to at least one, earth shattering orgasm before I left for home, but we could debate that later.
“Do you agree that we keep this between us, if anyone asks we are friends but no one knows what we’re about, deal?” She asked thrusting out her hand.
Laughing, I grabbed her hand and tugged her so that she fell against my chest. I immediately dropped my hands to my sides letting her know that the ball was in her court.
“So then we should seal the deal with a kiss, should we not?” I just looked at her waiting for her to make the first move. Despite my hands itching to grab her and crush her to me, I knew I needed this to be on her terms if this had any chance of working.
Camille placed her hands on my chest and slowly slid them up to cup my face, she stroked my cheeks and I let her tug my head gently towards her, her eyes never left mine. Just before our lips touched she sighed and her blue eyes fluttered closed. It was the sweetest kiss I had ever experienced. She pressed her lips to mine tentatively, she pulled back, and I saw desire mixed with fear in her eyes. I was going to tell her that we could stop when the fear left her eyes and determination took over.
She leaned back from me, smiled, then smashed her lips so hard against mine that I felt blood where my lips mashed up against my teeth. I opened my mouth to tell her to go gently, and she thrust her tongue against mine in a frantic hurried manor. I know I was supposed to keep my hands limply at my sides, but if I didn’t slow her down, I was going to be too sore to kiss her much longer.
Taking a chance I brought my hands up to cup her face and pulled back. She immediately pulled out of my grasp and swore.
“It was terrible wasn’t it?” she asked putting me in a position where I either lied to her or made her feel worse than she already did. I chose to be honest.
“With your permission Ms. Patrick, I have had been told I’m a pretty good kisser.If you let me touch, just your face, and you follow my lead, I bet you’ll like it much better.”
Camille opened her mouth to protest and then closed it before anything passed her lips. With a sigh she nodded and stepped back into me.
Ignoring my own shaking hands, I cupped her flushed cheeks. Her eyes said it, she trusted me and at that moment I knew nothing would ever feel as good as the way that look made me feel. Except maybe her writhing beneath me while I brought her to climax, over and over again. But that’s not what this was about.
She inhaled sharply when I brushed my lips across hers and her hands lifted to cover mine. I made a second pass at her lips and traced her full lips with the just the tip of my tongue. I pulled back to make sure she was still okay and smiled when I saw her eyes were closed and relaxed.
This time when I touched my lips to her’s I felt her tongue touch my lips. It was just a light touch and then it was gone. Trying to coax her to play a little more, I ran my tongue along the seam her lips asking her to open. Camille didn’t dissapoint. On a sigh, she opened and I began gently stroking my tongue in her mouth. I teased her tongue until it met mine and she follwed my lead as we found a rhythm that had me wrapping my arms around her and pulling her close. She grabbed my shirt, and I pulled back, worried that this was her signal that I was going too far. She looked at me for a second, her eyes heavy with desire and the she pulled me down to meet her lips. This time her lips opened with no hesitation. Suddenly, this over achieving student was kissing me so deep and sensously that my dick strained against the confines of my jeans.
“I’m going to be the best friend you’ve ever had Dalton Hudson,” she whispered as she once again pressed her lips to mine.
Right before I lost myself to her warm, moist exploration of my mouth, I realized… she already was.
Cami
Alright, I know I’m a total sell out. I should be ashamed of meself for taking Dalton up on his deal. But I’m not, I’m absolutely on board with his crazy plan. First, I get to touch him any way I want and kiss him, howeve
r, I want to. Not one of you can tell me you would turn that down if you were standing in me shoes right now. Second, the more I kiss him, the less freaked out I feel. Now, he doesn’t completely keep his hands to his sides. Once we start kissing, I can feel him drawing his hands into fists and he fights his own urges, so when he finally gives in and pulls me close to deepen our kissing I don’t exactly scold him.
The kissing hasn’t been the only good thing that has come from all of this. The past few weeks have absolutely flown by. Since I’m not working for Walt any more, and me shift at Lark’s is only twice a week, I find I have plenty of time to help Dalton build the gazebo for the weddin’, and steal kisses throughout the day. Dalton has also helped me with all the other weddin’ details too. Last night he was up with the crew until half-past two, putting together the three large tents for the grand wedding I had promised me cousin. One tent will be for dancing, another for food and the last is to protect the guests from the elements. All while Sara and Synclair take their vows with the Hudson brothers in my beautiful, flower draped gazebo! The wedding will be grand, just like I promised my cousin! Plus, with the lads helping out and Dalton and I joking around all day, I’ve found I’ve hardly given Walt or Sean a moment of my thoughts.
However, after weeks of kissing and touching, I wanted to try something bold. I know Dalton told me that I could explore his whole body and while a part of me froze in fear at the thought of touching him so intimately, another part of me was so horny, I could dry hump his leg and get off.
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