Camille: As I walked home that evening, I kept asking myself the same question. ‘Why did I tell Reggie I liked him?’ I mean, I kind of did like him, but still, telling him outrightly that I did, and then taking his hands in mine had made me seem too desperate, which was far from what I was. I still remember the smile he had given me as he squeezed my hands back. It was an assured smile, like he was a hundred percent certain we were now a couple. I felt a chill run down my spine. Why exactly did I feel so weird? I didn’t want to say it, but I knew why. It wasn’t the countless excuses I had given myself about why I couldn’t go out with Reggie; like how awkward it would be to have to meet Miss Winston’s knowing glances each time I came to work and having to answer the questions I knew she would definitely ask about me going out with her son. It wasn’t because I wasn’t completely sure how I felt with him either. I mean, I had almost forgotten all about him after he
Camille: Eons seemed to pass since Lucia asked me that question. My eyelids fluttered as the meaning of her question settled on me, and slowly, a scowl resembling Daniel’s covered my face. “I’m not even going to dignify that stupid question of yours with a response,” I said quietly, with a voice that was laden with a lot of anger. I couldn’t believe she would just ask me if I was sleeping with Daniel. “Sorry, I just…” she mused, looking down. “I don’t know why I said that.” I relaxed a little. She had just been making a speculation. She didn’t know for sure that we had come really close. I switched off the cooking stove completely and led her to sit on the stool while I squatted next to her, making her feel I was no longer mad at her but really wanted to help. “What’s really going on with the two of you?” I asked her, deeply concerned. She stared at me for some moments without speaking, something she had started to do that pissed me off. “I really wish I coul
Camille: Breathe. Just breathe. Why did I always have to make things so obvious? Daniel could manage to appear stoic and in complete control of his emotions, constantly revealing his ability to change from really angry to playful at will, but here I was, standing like an open book with my mouth agape just because he was standing in front of me. I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest, hoping I looked as unperturbed as he easily did. “You flatter yourself,” I mused. “I wasn’t talking to you.” That seemed to interest him. He took one more step forward; an exaggerated movement that brought him right in front of me. It took everything in me not to cower and step back. I could feel the warmth of his bare chest so close to me, and even though I kept my eyes glued to his gray ones, it was hard to concentrate because all I could breathe in was him. “Who were you talking to then? Alone in this kitchen with Lucia away in her room,” he muttered, squinting like
Camille: Daniel didn’t take his eyes off mine for several moments. It was as though time had paused as we stared at each other. I had no idea how to react, and neither did my body. That was what I got for being curious. Now I was an accessory to a crime I knew nothing about. My throat suddenly became too dry that I started to cough. Daniel brought out a glass and put some water with a few ice cubes in it before handing it over to me. He didn’t take his eyes off me as I downed the entire glass in one go. He didn’t turn back to the meal even after he rinsed the glass and placed it back with the others, just relaxed by the counter and crossed his arms over his chest, still watching me. “Anything else you want to know?” He asked. I shook my head, my chest constricting. He started to laugh. It was hard and loud. “I was joking,” he said when I didn’t laugh back. “I suppose I may have gone too far. I can’t remember the craziest thing I’ve ever done. Can you ask something else?” Whe
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: When I woke up with a splitting headache sometime later, I was more annoyed than relieved or confused. I had passed out three times in one month, something I had never experienced in my life before then. To make matters worse, the voices I had heard before the world went black were still the same arguing voices that welcomed me back to consciousness. “I told you we should take her to a freaking hospital!” Lucia snapped. It was as if at this point she couldn’t make a sentence addressed to her brother without it being filled with so much venom. “And I told you she has passed out like this in front of me before and I didn’t have to take her to a hospital,” Daniel quipped, his voice thankfully low. “When did that happen?” “A few weeks ago. When I had to spend the night with her,” he explained further. “She just had a panic attack because you wouldn’t just let her be.” “Me?!” Lucia asked. “She has never had a panic attack in three years of living with me, but somehow you sh
Camille: My food got stuck in my throat when the Tv went off. That only meant one thing. Daniel had heard her comment and was pissed off, and he would probably say something awful to her about it. “I’m so sorry I just had to watch Tv in your almighty house!” He snapped, getting up. I swallowed. Lucia didn’t even look his way. “What else do I do so you won’t regret helping my wretched self with accommodation? I know my presence irritates you so much. Maybe I should just walk into my room and never come out again. Just stop existing. Maybe that will make your highness happy finally. Although I doubt there’s anything that can ever make you happy.” Lucia dropped her fork. “What did you just say?” She asked, finally facing him. He walked into the dining room, stood in front of her, crossed his arms and repeated his last sentence. Silence. The tension in the room was thick enough to cut ice. “And what do you of all people know about happiness?” She asked with a dry chuckl
Camille: A part of me wanted to walk up after Daniel and try to explain why we just couldn’t let Lucia know about this, but the sensible part of me held me back. Daniel knew exactly why we couldn’t let Lucia find out about us. He may have nothing to lose; after all, he and Lucia already fought all the time and he could leave anytime he wanted to continue his amazing life in London. I on the other hand had no such benefits. Not only didn’t I have no other place to go, I also didn’t want to ruin my already strained relationship with my best friend. She thought she was looking out for me, and she was probably right. I couldn’t possibly risk our three year friendship for something so fickle. When I was done eating the sandwich Daniel had made for me, I went to have a shower. My entire body felt sticky and dirty. I winced when the water came in contact with the skin in between my legs. Was it supposed to still be this painful? Ugh. I could still feel the pressure in my ce
Camille: When I woke up, I was slightly disoriented, but the dull ache in between my legs quickly refreshed my memory. Crossing my legs together, I blushed when I remembered all that had happened the night before. The sweet but now distant memory of Daniel kissing me, touching me and then repeatedly but slowly thrusting into me, made me shut my eyes and blush. It felt like I had been a much different person then, even though it was just a few hours before. I could also remember Daniel doting on me after it was over; giving me a warm bath, then a hot drink and apologizing the entire time, as if it was something he had done to me, and not something we had both enjoyed. Besides the dull ache, I felt wonderful. I didn’t regret it as much as I had thought I would. In fact, I didn’t regret it at all. I wanted to shout it to the world, announce to them that I had finally done the deed and could now relate when next I read my erotica. I couldn’t wait to do it again. The only other
Camille: While I had been filled with more shame than I had ever felt before, a minute ago, I was now more filled with more desire than ever before. Before I could react to Daniel’s words, he placed his hand behind my head and softly attacked my lips with his. His tongue hungrily scouted my lips, demanding access into my mouth and I let it. Now more at ease with him, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him back, letting my tongue roam around his mouth as much as his did. The more we kissed, the more I felt my restraints falling. I had badly missed kissing him. It lit a fire in the pit of my stomach that burned down to my core. As our tongues wrestled in each other’s mouths, I began to move my hips around slightly. The hard material of his pants grazed my clit when I wiggled against it, but instead of a discomforting ache, the rough feeling was so pleasurable. “F*ck. I can feel how wet you are,” he muttered before swallowing my lips again. My action seemed
Camille: I surprised myself by laughing. I just dropped my phone on the floor next to me and began to laugh. Daniel who had been seeking a reason to taunt me, would finally have one, because I couldn’t hide my curiosity. He had become less troublesome recently though, so there strong possibility he wouldn’t even react to my liking his post. There was equally a stronger possibility that I was overreacting and he wouldn’t even notice that I had liked his post. When I was done eating, I packed my plates to the kitchen and used the opportunity to clean up everywhere. It was still quite early, so I picked up notebook from under the couch. I was good. Really really good. I blushed as I read the previous chapters of my own book, heavily influenced by real life actions that had happened in this very house. This was so much better than any of the erotica I had read. This was so personal. I no longer had to try to fit myself into the main character’s point of view to enjoy the bo
Camille: I blinked twice. I couldn’t just have heard right. I didn’t know when I stepped back. A cold shiver ran down my spine. I couldn’t believe what I had just heard. But then again, considering every other thing that had happened before now… “I can’t believe you,” I muttered. Lucia gave me a sympathetic look. “I know it’s hard to accept but that’s why I have been…” “I can’t believe you’d stoop so low to tell me horrible things about your own brother just because you don’t want us to be together,” I spat. Lucia looked at me like I had just grown a second head. “Is that what you think this is? Why would I lie against my brother?” I shrugged. “We all know how easy it is for you to lie. It’s not really much of a surprise.” “You seriously think I’m lying?” Lucia asked, pointing to her own chest. Her eyes were dry now. She was more angry at the fact that I was implying she was a liar than sad about it. “Yes I do,” I said matter-of-factly. “When your brother g
Camille: The next few days passed by quite uneventfully. Miss Winston sent me an impersonal text apologizing for her son’s behavior and telling me I could leave work indefinitely as she had to take care of her son in the hospital. I never went to see him. I didn’t know exactly how bad his condition was, but I couldn’t push myself to go. Even though I felt bad for him, I couldn’t shake off the reminder that if things had gone slightly differently, I would have been in the one in his position, or worse, I would have died on the spot. I couldn’t trust myself enough to go there. What if I saw him and got so filled with rage, I pulled off his life support. Okay, thankfully, I wasn’t that crazy, but still. I wasn’t so sure where I stood at the moment and didn’t want to risk any thing triggering me. Things weren’t better at the apartment either. Lucia kept to herself throughout the weekend, locked up in her room. When she finally tried to sneak out on Sunday afternoon and found
Camille: “What?” Daniel asked in surprise, realizing he was somehow part of this. Lucia had the guts to look surprised as well. I was so disappointed. I had a strong urge to get up and drag her by her hair. “What are you even talking about?” She asked, touching my forehead. Turning to Daniel, she asked him whether I had taken my medications that morning. I paused. Had that even happened at all? I was beginning to doubt my own mind. No. I was sure it did. I could remember everything clearly. Reggie coming to the bookstore and Miss Winston giving me the day off to go out with him, me in the car with Reggie while he went on a rant of how I had fucked Daniel while refusing him. “Get your hands off me,” I snarled, slapping her hand away from my forehead. “You told Reggie I slept with Daniel and that was why he was so mad. That was why he was drinking and why we were arguing. I almost lost my life because you couldn’t keep your stupid mouth shut. You just had to go and tel