Camille, My Boyfriend's Mother Pt. 04

Author's note:

This is the 4th and final chapter in a series about a young woman who is seduced by her boyfriend's mother.

All supportive or constructive comments and feedback are appreciated.

Main Characters

Nicole - 19 yo college freshman. 5'2", 115 pounds, dirty blonde hair, C cup.

Camille - 46 yo corporate executive. 5'9", 125 pounds, long dark hair, B cup.

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Camille, My Boyfriend's Mother Part 04

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"Welcome to Global Alliances!" the HR manager beamed to the dozen people reporting for their first day of work. The HR Manager had spent the morning giving them an overview of the company and its policies. "Now you'll meet with your manager and have lunch with them in our cafeteria. Are there any questions?"

The butterflies restlessly fluttered in my stomach. I had broken up with Josh shortly after his grandmother's 75th birthday party over a year ago now when the awkward messiness of my sexual relationships with both Josh and his mother Camille had proven too much for any of us to handle.

Three months ago, a Global Alliances corporate recruiter contacted me, asking if I'd be interested in an internship working in Planning and Logistics, and that Camille had specifically requested that I be offered the position.

I was shocked, thinking that Camille had surely moved on with her life and had long since forgotten about me. I was initially hesitant to accept the internship because of how badly everything ended between me, her, and her son, but the opportunity was too good to pass up. Global Alliances was a Fortune 500 company, and the internship would give me all the professional experience I needed to pair with my degree to snag a good job after graduation.

As whirlwind as my relationship with Camille had been, I still looked back fondly on my time with her. She was the smartest and most graceful woman I'd ever met, and I learned more from her in our short time together than I did in all my years of school. She was worldly, fashionable, and sophisticated in all the ways I could never dream of being.

I still didn't know what she ever saw in me, but I was determined to put the past behind me and take advantage of this opportunity, although I still had no idea what to expect when I saw Camille. For a long time, I wondered if she hated me after I cut off all contact with her and Josh. I assumed this internship was her way of extending an olive branch, but I couldn't help wondering if it came with any strings attached. I told myself I'd keep our relationship strictly professional this time, but given our intimate personal history, I was unsure if that was even possible, or if I was just deluding myself.

I'd worked hard in college, and I told myself that I'd earned this opportunity because of my qualifications. Nevertheless, it bothered me that I'd been offered the internship, even though I didn't even apply for it. There were four other interns at the new hire orientation, and they talked about the rigorous interview gauntlet they had to survive to earn their positions, and I suddenly felt guilty knowing I'd been gifted my internship, although I was always taught not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

I followed the group of new hires as we left the conference room and passed through what seemed like an endless maze of hallways to the company cafeteria.

"Nicole, I believe your manager, Camille, is right here," the HR Manager said with a wave, and I stood awkwardly as Camille stepped up to me.

"Nicole, I'm so glad to have you working with me for the next six months," Camille smiled warmly as she extended her hand.

With the intimate nature of our relationship, a mere handshake almost seemed rude and dispassionate. I wanted to give her an embrace, but the cafeteria was teeming with employees, and I tepidly took her hand in mine and shook it, suddenly feeling awkward and gangly.

Her skin was still olive toned and soft, but her hand was bonier than I remembered, her fingers more slender, although the touch of her skin on mine triggered all the memories of our time together and made my spine tingle in excitement. She looked exquisite as ever, although thinner and somehow more frail. Nevertheless, she still exuded a distinguished sophistication, her skirt and blouse both stylish and refined.

I returned her smile. "Thank you for offering me this position," I said gratefully.

"Nonsense, you've earned it, and you know it," she insisted. "Now let's go get some food. The cafeteria gets crowded during lunch hour. If you're okay, we can take the food back to my office and eat in there."

"Of course," I replied, just taking in the whole situation and following her lead.

The company cafeteria was a food court with a variety of stations serving various cuisines. It was a far cry from the dreary cafeteria at the factory where my father worked that I visited on a 'take your kid to work day" about a few years earlier with its unappetizing and uninspired offerings.

The lines were long, but the service was fast, and I dutifully followed Camille as we grabbed two plates of baked salmon and French cut beans. She paid for our meals, and then I followed her back into the maze of hallways. She climbed a set of stairs and led me to a wing with a series of executive offices before entering a large office with her name etched on a glass panel. Inside, the spacious office had large glass windows overlooking a large pond on the corporate campus.

"Go ahead and close the door so that no one bothers us during lunch," Camille remarked as she sat down behind a big oak desk.

I was dumbfounded by the grandeur of the executive office area. Camille's office was larger than some hotel rooms I'd stayed in. I remembered my father walking me around his factory during that "take your kid to work day", and his manager's office was a broom closet, by comparison.

"It's good to see you again, Nicole. I've missed you," Camille said as I took a seat in the visitor's chair in front of her desk.

I was still treading carefully, still feeling like I needed to clear the air between us.

"I'm sorry how things ended. I - it was all just more than I could take at the time, and -," I apologized.

"Stop," Camille halted me as she held up her hand. "The past is in the past. You can't go back, so it's no use worrying about what cannot be changed. All you can do is move on in life."

I smiled appreciatively. "How is Josh doing?" I asked cautiously.

"He transferred out of state after his freshman year," she answered wistfully. "But he's doing well. He's more focused on his studies and finally living up to his potential."

"I'm happy to hear that," I replied earnestly.

"Listen, I don't want things to be awkward between us," she elaborated. "I offered you this internship because you've earned it, and I know how good you are. I have contacts at the university who spoke very highly of your academic record."

I was speechless knowing that Camille had been watching over me.

"I don't know what to say," I replied candidly.

"I see you're wearing the outfit we bought at that boutique," she said as she eyed my pleated skirt and cream colored blouse. "It's a smart choice, although of course I'm biased."

"I owe you a lot," I confessed. "I can't repay you for everything you've done for me, but I do intend to be the best intern possible, and I'll do anything you need me to do."

"I know you will. That's why I hired you."

I took a deep breath, fearful that my next words could poison my internship before it even started, but I needed to get it off my chest. "I don't mean to be rude, but things can't go back to the way they were before."

Camille sat back in her executive chair and stared at me for a moment. "Oh Nicole. Nothing in life can ever be as it was before. I've changed. You've changed. Who knows what tomorrow will bring, but all you can do is live your best life today. But relax. I ask nothing of you except to be my intern over the next six months."

"That I can do," I promised.

*****

Camille had a desk right outside her office set up for me, and I spent the rest of the afternoon getting situated and reviewing training materials. As the week progressed, I accompanied Camille to many of her on site meetings, phone calls, and remote meetings, taking notes and just trying to soak it all in.

I was initially lost in the corporate specific jargon and issues, but Camille was a patient mentor. Soon the maze of hallways began to make sense, and I found myself beginning to follow along on the meeting discussions, even if I still wasn't able to contribute much to the discussions.

The other people in Camille's department were friendly, although I noticed they seemed guarded around me. Word began to make its way around the office place that I was single, and young men from other departments paid more attention to me, although I was careful to draw professional boundaries. I knew how messy workplace romances could be, and I was determined to develop and maintain my professional reputation.

I gained a whole new appreciation for Camille's business acumen after following her around for a few weeks. She possessed a shrewd business sense and problem-solving instinct that steered her team to a clear direction when others were lost in confusion. Camille was every bit as alluring and sophisticated as ever, but she was even more cunning and assertive in business meetings. With her combination of beauty and intelligence, she charmed the other executives with her wit and dazzled the rank and file with her business knowledge.

"How do you do it?" I asked her one night after about a month of working at Global Alliances.

It was past 7 pm, and we were the only two workers left in the office.

"Do what?" she asked.

"It's like you know the right thing to do in every situation," I said admiringly.

"With age comes wisdom," Camille laughed. "I've made many mistakes, but I've learned from them. Hopefully, you're learning the right way to do things, so maybe you won't have to repeat my mistakes later on."

"I suppose. It's just hard to imagine me ever knowing half of what you know."

"Nicole, it's late. What do you say, we go out for dinner. My treat. No strings attached."

"But I've still got these reports - " I started.

"And those reports will still be there in the morning," she insisted as she took the paperwork from my hands and placed it back down on my desk. "Besides, I'm your boss, and I'm telling you it's okay to leave."

I marveled at my good fortune on how this internship had turned out. I'd talked with other interns at Global Alliances, and they complained how they were little more than glorified secretaries, performing the grunt work that the more experienced staff didn't want to do, whereas I was running advanced analytical reports and multivariate analyses.

A half hour later, a waiter seated us at an upscale restaurant. The lighting was dim, but the atmosphere was warm, and there was a string quartet playing on a small stage.

I thumbed through the menu and was shocked by the prices. I could comfortably feed myself for a month for what they wanted to charge for a single meal.

Camille saw my dismay. "It's okay, I know how much you make. That's why it's my treat, remember. Please, order what you like."

That set me at ease, although I still shook my head as I looked at the extravagant costs for their decadent desserts.

"So tell me, are you dating anyone?" Camille casually asked after the waiter took our orders.

I laughed. "No, I might as well have lived in a convent more recently. I've just been focused on my studies."

"There's a work life balance," Camille advised. "You work to live. You don't live to work."

"I feel like I can relax after I'm successful like you, but I need to get there first."

Camille reached across the table and took my hand in hers. "Always stop to smell the roses along the way. I love your drive and work ethic, but you're going to burn yourself out if you continue like you're talking. Listen, Global Alliances, really any company, they don't care about you. They'll eat you up and spit you out. It's not worth it, so take care of yourself, Nicole. Always put your own needs first."

"What about you? Are you doing okay?" I asked, suddenly realizing I'd been so focused on myself that I never stopped to consider Camille's emotional well-being.

Camille sat back and took a second to collect herself. In the dim restaurant lighting, the lines on her face appeared deeper, and her eyes somehow looked more tired and haggard than I remembered.

"Life has its ups and downs," she smiled unconvincingly.

After all that we'd been through and all that she'd done for me, I couldn't just let it be.

"You can tell me," I persisted. "I mean, I know I said I wanted to keep this whole internship thing professional between us, but I can't pretend we don't have a past, either."

Camille wiped a tear from her eye. "Thank you for that," she politely replied.

Her hands were clasped together on the table, and I reached across and placed my hands on hers, the same way she had done to reassure me a few minutes earlier, only now it was my turn to return the favor. Her hands were shaking in mine as I looked into her eyes, and I saw the vulnerability and pain masked by her beauty.

"You have everything," I reassured her. "A great career, beauty, wealth. You've been my mentor. I wouldn't be who I am today without you. You're a good woman with a kind heart. You've raised a good son, and Josh is doing well now. What else could you want?"

"Love," she softly answered.

"But you're the one who told me love is the rarest thing in the world. You can't spend your life waiting on a moment that may never come," I reminded her.

"I remember," she said fondly.

"You've got so much to live for."

"I'm sorry. I just realize I'm getting older," she explained with a heavy sigh. "As you said, I have my career, beauty and wealth, so much I should be grateful for. And yet I come home every nigth to a big empty house, but it's not your problem to solve."

"Camille, you've got so much to offer. Men and women would line up at your door for the chance to be with you."

"It's not that simple," she countered.

"But you can't just give up. You have to try."

"I love you," she blurted out, and I froze in my seat. Tears formed at the corner of her eyes, and she struggled to hold herself together and not break down in the middle of the restaurant.

Camille picked up her napkin and dabbed at her eyes as she composed herself. She looked up at the ceiling for a moment and just shook her head as she sighed, and then she looked back down at me and began to speak.

"It was hard for me after you left," she admitted. "I struggled to move on. It's like nothing I ever did was good enough for anybody."

"Camille, that's not true - " I started, but she stopped me.

"Please, just let me say this. It's hard enough as it is."

I bit my tongue and let her proceed.

"You know my parents are disappointed in me because of my failed marriage," she continued. "And Josh and I had a strained relationship. And then I lost you, and it's like my whole world fell apart."

I wanted to speak, but I knew the moment wasn't right, and Camille continued.

"The older I get, the more I realize the money and professional success, they don't matter. You can't take it with you, as they say. Josh and I are getting along well now, but I think the quality of our relationship is inversely proportional to our distance. The farther apart we are, the better our relationship, so now that he's in college out of state, we get along better. But what does that really say about us?"

"But losing you hit me harder than I could've ever imagined," she confessed. "And I don't want this to be your burden because it's not your problem. It's not fair to you. I know all the reasons we shouldn't be together. I'm too old, and you have your whole life ahead of you. Let alone the fact that you used to date Josh and now you're my intern. But you deserve to be happy in life, to have a marriage and raise a family. I don't want to take those things away from you, and I don't want you to be with me out of pity."

"But you do want to be with me?" I realized.

Camille shook her head. "I love you, and my love for you is selfless, not selfish. I want what's best for you, Nicole, and I know that's not me."

I moved my chair around the table so that I was sitting next to Camille, and then I wrapped my arms around her as she laid her head on my shoulders, her tears wetting the fabric on my blouse.

"I'm sorry you have to see me like this," she apologized as she looked up and wiped her eyes with her table napkin. "Now do you still think I have everything?"

I looked Camille in the eye, and we held each other's gaze for a long moment while time seemed to stand still.

"I love you just way you are," I decided.

"I don't need your pity," Camille insisted.

Then I leaned forward and impulsively kissed her. Her soft lips melted into mine, and we held the kiss for a few seconds and then remained close, our lips still touching and her breath exhaling into my mouth.

"Let's go back to your house," I whispered.

"Are you sure?" she asked cautiously.

I took her by the hand and stood up from my seat. "I've never been more sure of anything in my life," I smiled.

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Fifteen minutes later we were crashing through the front door of Camille's house. We couldn't keep our hands off each other, and we were ripping each other's clothes off.

I kicked off my high heels, and my skirt and blouse were scattered in the entryway as we quickly made our way to the living room. Both of us were only dressed in our bra, panties, and stockings. Our lips were locked together, and our hands were all over each other.

Camille laid down on the sofa on her back while I stood over her. She spread her legs wide, letting her left leg rest against the seat back while her right leg was planted on the floor. I stood on my knees between her legs and looked down at her long slender body.

She looked back up nervously, somehow afraid that maybe I wasn't still attracted to her. But I lowered the shoulder straps on my bra and pulled down my cups, exposing my C cup breasts. And then I leaned over Camille and braced my arms on the arm rest, so I was standing on all fours over her body.

My breasts hovered over Camille's face, and I jiggled my titties, and the temptation proved too great for her. She wrapped her lips around my tit and began suckling like a baby on my bosom.

I fell down on top of her as she continued sucking on my tit. We each turned on our side facing each other, although she kept her lips firmly clamped around my teat the whole time, her tongue licking all over my areola and flicking at my nipple.

I stroked Camille's hair as she wrapped her legs around my body. For so long, she had taken the lead role in our relationship, but now she felt so vulnerable as she laid in my arms, as if I was a mother comforting a child.

But then Camille's fingers reached into my panties, and her fingers dragged along the length of my slit, her skin running over the folds of my flaps. I wrapped my arms around Camille's head as she continued suckling on me, and I kissed her on the head.

"I love you," I whispered.

Then she finally let go of my breast, the saliva dripping from her lips as she looked up at me.

"Don't tease me," she said.

I just smiled at her, but then I sat up on the sofa between her legs. Camille's hand slipped out of my panties, her fingers glistening in my juices as I looked in her eyes and then down to her lacy black panties.

Camille laid flat on her back, lifting her behind off the cushion for a second so I could pull off her panties. I tossed them aside, and the sweet aroma of her arousal hit my senses, filling my nostrils and making my mouth water to feast on her moist mound.

I leaned down and reached my fingers to her pussy and spread her labia. I inhaled the scent of her arousal and savored the fragrance as it filled my nostrils. Camille's hands lightly stroked my hair as my tongue licked at her pink flesh, the tip of my tongue entering into her leaking hole.

The familiar coppery taste of her juices filled me with excitement as Camille sighed in gratification.

"I've missed your tongue," she remarked.

Her body relaxed, as if all the tension drained from her body. Her clitoris laid right before my eyes, a little nub of pleasure just begging to be touched, and I couldn't resist the temptation. My tongue reached for it, and then I took it between my lips, just sucking on it as I slipped a finger inside her vagina, easily sliding it through and feeling around inside her.

"I can't say no to you, Nicole," she lamented. "I'd let you do anything to me."

"Good, because I want to do everything to you," I responded as I slipped a second finger inside her sopping wet vagina.

I kept sucking on her clitoris as Camille began moaning in pleasure, my fingers moving faster in and out of her.

Camille's legs wrapped around my head, and she placed her hands on my head, her fingers lightly stroking my hair.

"Before it was me seducing you, but now it feels like you are seducing me," she marveled.

I gave her clitoris one more kiss, and then I sat up, although I kept my fingers inserted in her pussy and slipped in a third one, so that only my thumb and pinky remained outside.

The expression on Camille's face turned to shock, her eyes growing wide as I began throttling my fingers in her pussy, my fingers firing off like pistons as her juices came flying out, the droplets squirting all over the place and making a mess.

As I throttled her pussy, my thumb pressed against her clit, and Camille bit her lip. I couldn't help but smile seeing how much she enjoyed getting fingered.

And then I laid down on top of Camille, my ample breasts pressing against hers, and I leaned in to give her a kiss. Down below, my fingers were still furiously fucking her hole and massaging her clit. As we kissed, her lips parted, and our tongues began a slow sensual tease.

My nipples rubbed against hers, and I grew even more turned on as Camille wrapped her arms around me, and her hands slipped inside my panties and began cupping my ass and fingering my asshole.

"Oh Nicole," Camille whispered in my ear. "It's too much. It feels so good."

"I want you to feel good," I whispered back, and my hands began moving even faster, my fingers flying through her soaking wet pussy so fast and hard that it sounded like a wet sloppy mess.

And then Camille's body tensed. She pulled her hands out of my panties, and wrapped them around my back, her nails digging into my skin as she spread her legs wide.

Her body began shaking as she cried out "oh my God, oh my God, oh my God" repeatedly, and then her pussy erupted as a stream of juices came gushing out as she squirted like a firehose, her ejaculate landing all over the sofa and my thighs.

Camille shrieked in pleasure and sweet release as her body began shaking uncontrollably. Then I kissed her again, and her body melted into mine as the climax passed, and her body began the slow decent back to earth.

Both of were breathing heavily, and I finally pulled my hand back from her pussy. I lifted it up, and her juices were literally dripping off my fingers.

I proceeded to present my fingers to Camille, and she lovingly sucked on each one, cleaning them off with her lips and tongue.

Both of us were overcome with emotion and too exhausted to even speak, so we just laid in each other's arms in silence for a few minutes, both of us at peace.

"I've missed you," Camille finally spoke. "You can spend the night if you want, and then we can ride into work together in the morning."

And then reality hit me. "I left my car at the restaurant."

"We can pick it up on the way to work in the morning," she proposed

"I'm living with my parents while I'm interning," I explained. "They'll worry about me if I don't come home. I'm sorry, I think I need to get my car and head back to their house soon."

"It's okay," she conceded. "I'll drive you back to the restaurant."

"I'm sorry," I said, feeling as if I was putting her out.

"I'd do anything for you," Camille smiled.

*****

I fixed my skirt as I sat down at my desk the next day at work with a triple espresso in my hand to rouse me after a restless night's sleep. My head was still buzzing from the night before, my thoughts a whirling dervish of emotions as I tried to process what my rekindled affair with Camille meant.

When I arrived home last night, I was worried that my disheveled hair, running make up, and wrinkled clothes would raise my parents' suspicions, but they were thankfully glued to the tv and barely paid me any attention as I made a beeline upstairs to shower and change.

Afterward I laid in bed, my heart still aflutter. After I had broken up with Josh, I also effectively cut Camille out of my life, but now all the emotions I felt for her, the lust, passion, and affection came roaring back with a vengeance.

I remembered all the drama and motivations why I cut off my relationship with her, but then all the reasons why I felt such a strong attraction and connection flooded my thoughts. Camille and I had more than just a physical relationship. She still meant much more to me than just that.

She was my mentor, a wizened sage who opened my eyes to a whole new world. She believed in me even more strongly than I believed in myself. She held steadfast to the belief that I could be every bit as strong, successful, and sophisticated as her, even when I couldn't see it.

And yet, Camille had seduced me with such calculated precision the first time around that I couldn't help wondering if last night was a ploy to get me back under her control, that she wasn't just pulling my strings. I wanted to believe that her intentions were sincere, but I had lingering doubts.

Nevertheless, last night struck me like a revelation. For the first time, Camille seemed fallible. I had never seen her so vulnerable, so hurting, and in her despair, I rediscovered my love for her. Her pain was my pain, and I wanted nothing more than to comfort her.

When I had cut Camille out of my life, I told myself that our relationship was imbalanced and unhealthy. Camille wielded all the power in our relationship. She was a worldly experienced woman whereas I was still a teenager and a novice in love, and she clearly seduced me the first time around and led me on a journey of sexual self-discovery.

Even now, I wouldn't be sitting behind a desk at Global Alliances if it wasn't for her. Although Camille had revealed her vulnerability, she still held all the power in the office place and possessed a world of wealth and experience that I couldn't imagine. Hell, I still had to run home to mommy and daddy last night.

For all she'd done for me, I was forever grateful, and yet a nagging feeling kept eating away at me that maybe her intentions weren't as pure as I wished, that I was setting myself up to relive all the hurt and drama that originally drove me away.

And then I received a new message in my email inbox. I opened it and saw that Camille had sent a meeting invite for 9 AM in her office, and when I clicked on it, no one else was invited. There was no meeting topic or agenda, so I could only imagine the meeting was to discuss personal rather than business matters.

I looked at the clock on the wall, and there was only five minutes until the meeting time.

I took a deep breath and sat back in my chair, trying to stop my hands from shaking as I wondered what was to come, not yet ready to confront the reality of my situation.

*****

I entered Camille's office at the scheduled 9 AM meeting time.

"Excuse me, I saw the meeting invite - " I started.

"Yes, close the door and take a seat," she quickly waved at me.

Camille was dressed impeccably, her hair long, lustrous, and straight, and her make up blended perfectly to accentuate her best features. Yet, a sadness seemingly lurked behind her brown eyes.

"About last night," she started as I took a seat in front of her desk. "I didn't intend for that to happen, but it did, and I'm not one to pretend like things didn't happen."

"What do you want from me?" I asked, figuring it best to get everything out in the open. "Do you want us to have a personal relationship?"

"I meant what I said last night," she responded, choosing her words carefully. "I want what's best for you. But I can't pretend that I wouldn't welcome a personal relationship."

"You know that a personal relationship would be a serious HR violation," I reminded her, thinking back to the corporate policy on workplace relationships that they covered at orientation. "I report directly to you."

"I understand," she answered, her eyes downcast. "That's exactly why those rules exist, but I won't make you choose between this job and me. We had a relationship before you got this internship, so it's a little different, but any personal relationship we have can only be between us. Obviously, no on else here can know. Look, I'm no fool. I'd be fired if anyone found out about us. And your parents would be severely disappointed if they knew the true nature of our relationship. I told you a long time ago that love is the rarest thing in the world, so if you find a love that brings you happiness, it's worth pursuing. Unrequited love is the greatest tragedy in this world, so if we both want it, then it's worth the risk, no matter however brief the flame."

I weighed Camille's words as I studied her face. Her eyes were genuine and pleading.

"You can say no, and I will never bring it up again," she continued. "Regardless, I only want what's best for you. Your work here and learning will continue unabated for the full internship period, regardless what you decide. I realize I may not be what's best for you in your personal life. I'm just a lonely old woman while you have your whole life ahead of you. But I'm yours, if you'll have me."

Camille was pulling on my heart strings, but I realized all the ways I'd grown after ending things with Josh and her.

"It was hell after I broke up with you and Josh," I admitted. "I realize now, maybe I wasn't ready for a serious relationship, let alone one with all the complications and drama that ours had."

"I had no idea," Camille softly admitted.

"Who I was then isn't who I am now," I continued. "Things can't be like they were before. Maybe it wasn't your intention, but do you know what you did to me?"

Camille shook her head as she hung on my every word.

"I fell seriously depressed, wondering if I had screwed up Josh, wondering if I had screwed up you. I retreated into a shell and shut out the world, focusing on my studies," I asserted with steely resolve. "I love you, Camille. I really do, but I'm not the same naïve girl I was before, and I've grown up a lot since then."

"So what does that mean?" Camille asked haltingly. "Are you telling me no?"

My eyes began to water as I bit my bottom lip, my heart feeling one thing while my conscience was screaming another. "I look back at our relationship, and you held all the power. I was just a poor girl who'd barely even been in a relationship. Maybe you didn't have ill intentions, but you exhibited classic predatory behavior, and I was the prey."

"I'm sorry, I made you feel that way," Camille replied with a heavy sigh. "I didn't mean to take advantage of you, at least not with any malintent."

"As you said, our relationship can't lead anywhere long term," I reminded her.

Camille looked defeated. "I suppose that means there can be no short term, either?"

"You can have almost any man or woman you want? Why me?" I asked, wanting to understand why she held so tightly to me when she could surely have her choice of lovers.

"Because it is you," she responded passionately. "Besides, as you said, you've changed, and so have I. But our relationship can change, too. It doesn't have to be like it was before. After all, it seems I made a mess of things when you followed my lead. Perhaps it's time I started following your lead."

"I can't fix you, and you can't fix me," I pointed out.

"We're both human, Nicole, flaws and all," Camille responded, her voice growing louder and higher. "I'm not expecting miracles. I just want to be with you. That's enough for me."

"What do you mean you'll follow my lead?" I asked.

Camille composed herself, wiping away the tears before continuing. "I don't have as much going for me in life as you. You still have your whole life ahead of you. The older I get, the more I realize it's the human connections that matter. In my life, Nicole, you're one of the people that matter. I'd do anything for you. Maybe I led you down paths you weren't ready for, but I'd follow you anywhere if it means I can be with you, even if just for a short time."

I was shaking in my chair, completely flummoxed and unsure how to respond. Camille looked at me, her eyes hopeful and desolate all at once.

"Look, I'm not trying to pressure you into making a rash decision. I won't even mention it again. But you know where I live. If you want to be with me, I'll be waiting," she softly added.

"I don't know what to say," I finally replied, still in shock.

"You don't have to say anything. As you alluded to, you're not a little girl anymore, Nicole. You're a woman now, and you are more than capable of deciding what is best for you. That is all I ask. Just search your heart and make your decision. I meant it when I said I want what's best for you. I want you to decide is best for you, regardless of what I want."

"Thank you," I replied, appreciative of her concern for me, although I couldn't help feeling even deeper empathy for her own hidden pains.

"No, thank you, Nicole. You made an old woman feel alive again last night. You brought me back to life and resurrected me. Anyway, take your time and make the right decision for yourself. Our meeting time is up, and I've got another meeting that starts in a few minutes."

I nodded my head in understanding as I stood up and left her office in stunned silence.

*****

It was 8 pm that evening, and I nervously stood before the front door of Camille's house. I had rehearsed the speech I wanted to give her a hundred times in my head over the course of the afternoon, but I still feared the words would fail me in the moment. I worried that as soon as I saw Camille I'd just end up lost and confused, that I wouldn't have the guts to go through with what I wanted to say.

After standing there for a minute just staring at her doorbell, I finally gathered the strength to press the button. The bells chimed from inside the house, and Camille answered the door a few seconds later.

We stood there awkwardly staring at each other, both of us obviously apprehensive. She was standing barefoot in a long floral dress that hung on her shoulders and emphasized her long sinewy body.

"Please, come in," Camille finally motioned for me to enter. I followed her into the living where she sat down on the sofa, and I couldn't help observing a noticeable stain on the cushion where Camille had squirted and leaked her juices all over last night.

I sat down on a chair facing perpendicular to the sofa. I closed my eyes as I ran through my speech one last time in my head.

"So, does this mean what I hope it means?" Camille asked optimistically.

"That depends," I said as I opened my eyes. "I've been doing a lot of thinking. To be honest, I got next to no work done this afternoon."

"I can only imagine the distractions I created for you after our discussion," Camille conceded.

"I didn't know what to expect when I accepted the internship position working for you. Given our history, I knew in my heart of hearts this moment was inevitable, that we couldn't avoid our intimate past, and now here we are. The time I spent with you was some of the most exhilarating months of my life. It was a whirlwind of romance and lust. You taught me to be daring, to be passionate, and most of all, to love as hard as you can."

"But given the heights of our relationship," I continued, "that only made the fall hit that much harder. And I wasn't ready to handle that. Now I look back on our relationship, and I see how naïve and foolish I was. Maybe I should've known better, but hindsight is 20/20. I blindly followed you, implicitly trusted you, and I ended up hurt."

I paused for a moment to collect myself and gauge Camille's reaction. Her eyes were watery, and she dabbed them with a tissue, but she patiently waited for me to continue.

"But I don't blame you for that. I don't think you intentionally set out to hurt me, but I've grown up since then and taken control of my life. It's sad to say, but I'm less trusting of people now. Maybe I shouldn't blame you for that, but the reality is that it's a consequence of our relationship. I don't want to be this way, but I need to protect myself, and there will be boundaries this time."

"I'm so sorry," Camille blurted out, no longer able to contain herself. "I never intended for everything to end up as they did."

"I believe you. Or I want to believe you, anyway. But I've decided, if we're going to have a personal relationship, then it has to be on my terms. Last time, you were the dominant force in our relationship. You drove everything and I was much more submissive, just following along wherever you led me. But now I need those roles to be reversed."

Camille's eyebrows raised, but then she vigorously nodded her head yes without hesitation. "I would do anything for you."

"If I get any sense that the dynamic is regressing, then I'll walk away," I threatened her, trying to summon a brave front, although it felt more like a false façade.

"I understand," she gently replied.

"You are correct, I see myself with a husband and family in the future. My parents and my grandparents see the same thing for me. I'm pretty sure your own parents would be dismayed if they knew we were a couple, let alone what Global Alliances would say."

Camille swallowed hard and nodded slowly, understanding all the pitfalls against our relationship in the real world.

"But with that understanding, perhaps a secret relationship can be to our mutual benefit, both emotionally and physically," I concluded.

Camille's ears perked up, and then her eyes began to tear up.

"It seems my little Nicole has grown up," she realized. "Perhaps I was not always the best teacher for you. Perhaps I was selfish, and maybe I still am. Maybe it is better if it is you who teaches me now. After all, I have made a mess of my life. I see where my current ways have gotten me, so maybe a new approach is needed. I trust you, Nicole, with my life."

"I don't want you making a rash decision," I responded, taken aback by how easily she acceded. "After all, you've always controlled the terms and conditions for every facet of your life. At work, you run your department as you see fit. No one ever questions your authority. And then while raising Josh, you were never afraid to parent him. You said yourself that's why he preferred his father, because he never gave Josh the discipline he needed."

Camille closed her eyes for a few seconds in deep thought. And then when she opened them again, she said, "As you said, our relationship needs to be a secret. I am in agreement, but my home is always open to you. As you said, many people would be hurt if they learned the truth of us. Josh and I have an improved relationship, and I wouldn't want to jeopardize that unnecessarily. My family and your family would not be understanding. And Global Alliances has strict policies against workplace relationships between leaders and subordinates. But I trust our secrets are safe here within the four walls of my house, and here I am yours to do with as you please. I mean it when I say I would do anything for you. So how would you have me?"

I was taken aback all over again. I had been so nervous just making it through my proposed terms for resuming our relationship that I was completely unprepared for what might follow.

But now Camille looked up at me wide eyed, willingly awaiting further direction.

And then I thought over all the sexual moments I'd had with Camille... boutique shopping, at the movie theater, outside by her pool, at her gym, and even during her mother's birthday party. Looking back, I couldn't believe how wild our experiences had been.

"Wait here," I said as I decided on a first test of my newfound power dynamic.

She looked up at me curiously as I left the living room, but she waited patiently and didn't protest. I rushed to her bedroom and made my way to her large walk-in closet.

I flicked on the light and quickly rummaged through her clothing. She had racks and racks of dresses and skirts, all from designer names and cut from fine fabrics that were incredibly soft to the touch.

The built in cabinets caught my eye, and I rifled through her drawers as I discovered Camille's vast collection of underwear and lingerie.

I searched through all her clothing, not quite sure exactly what I was looking for but certain I would know it when I saw it. As I considered the options, I made some selections and carefully laid those items out on her bed.

"Camille, can you come back to your bedroom, please?" I called out.

Camille appeared a few seconds later, looking around curiously for any clues as to what awaited.

"Stand still," I said as I positioned her in the middle of her bedroom. "Do you still trust me?" I whispered in her ear as I stood behind her.

"With my life," she answered without hesitation, although her arms were shaking as my breath fell on her neck.

"Now you just stand still while I dress you," I breathed into her ear as I slowly lifted up the hem of her simple floral print long sun dress.

As I raised up the dress, her long toned legs came into view. Then the hem raised up past her waist revealing her black nylon panties. As it raised further still, her matching black bra was in full view before I lifted the dress off her shoulders and clear over her head before tossing it aside.

"You know how fond I am of you," I remarked as I circled around Camille's body while admiring her. "I know I said I wanted to change the dynamics of our relationship, but that doesn't mean I didn't enjoy it. I will take care of and protect you. You said you trust me with your life, and I won't abuse that responsibility. But I'm going to enjoy having you as my plaything. We're going to take a little ride tonight, just you and me. But first we need to dress you properly before we leave."

I stood behind Camille and leaned in against her neck again. She was breathing heavily, her body shaking as I whispered, "Where we're going tonight, you won't need this bra," as I undid her bra hook. Then I slid the straps off her shoulders, and the bra fell harmlessly to the floor as I reached around to fondle her breasts, and Camille gave a gasp as I pinched her nipples.

Then I slid one hand down and slipped it inside her panties, and Camille closed her eyes and rested her head back against my shoulder as my fingers rubbed against her sex.

"Is this what you've been longing for?" I inquired. "For me to touch your pussy, to finger your wet slit?"

"Yes," she sighed as I gave her nipple another pinch.

Then I slid her panties down her legs, and they fell to her ankles, at which point she neatly stepped out of them, and now Camille stood naked in my arms.

I gave her labia lips a small pinch between my fingers, and she gave another small gasp.

"Stand straight," I said as I grabbed the black nylon stockings from the clothing I'd laid out on her bed.

Then I knelt down on one knee in front of Camille and motioned for her to place her foot on my knee. I proceeded to place the stocking on her foot and then rolled it all the way up her long calf and beyond until it ended halfway up her thigh. I turned it into a sensual act, making sure I massaged her leg and felt the smooth fabric running under my fingertips as I smoothed out the wrinkles and stretched it taut. Then I repeated the process as I placed another nylon stocking on her other leg.

After that, I grabbed the black skirt from the bed and had Camille step into it. It was knee length with lace ruffles, but it hung loosely around her legs.

And then I picked up the black see through blouse off the bed.

"That's meant to be worn with a camisole underneath," she pointed out.

"Do you trust me?" I reminded her.

Camille smiled. "Okay," she conceded, although her face still expressed deep reservations as I slipped the blouse over her head, and she put her arms through the short sleeves.

I walked around her again, admiring her smooth legs and tits on display.

"You look exquisite," I commented. "We're ready to go out now."

"But I can't be seen in public like this," Camille panicked.

"I thought you trusted me," I reminded her, although I could still see her inner turmoil.

"Where are we going?" she finally decided.

"Get your keys. We're going for a drive," I answered as I picked up my handbag.

*****

Ten minutes later Camille was driving her Jaguar convertible through the city while I sat next to her in the passenger seat. Night had fallen, and the air was refreshingly cool after the heat of the day. Camille was noticeably nervous as she drove along the interstate in a completely sheer top, although the cloak of darkness combined with her tinted windows effectively masked her from the sight of the other cars and trucks on the road.

We passed by the lights of the downtown as the cityscape turned suburban, the tall business and condo towers replaced first by trendy bars and shops before giving way to an endless array of housing developments, big box stores, and chain restaurants.

"After our experiences in the movie theater and the gym, I never imagined you of all people would be so nervous on this drive," I remarked as I turned to face her and reached across to run my fingers through her long hair.

"I think it's just the fear of the unknown," she responded as my hand dropped down and began fondling her breast.

She let out a sigh, and I stroked the side of her cheek with my other hand.

"You always loved the rush of almost getting caught. I think it's like an aphrodisiac for you," I reminisced. "I remember the first time I experienced it in that clothing store. I thought you were crazy, but there was something alive in you, a light, and you opened my eyes to a whole new world."

"That feels so long ago now," Camille remarked wistfully.

The suburbs thinned out, and the Atlantic coastline came back into view.

"So where exactly are we going?" she pondered.

"Nowhere and everywhere all at once," I cryptically answered.

I stretched my hand back across the car to Camille's skirt and reached under.

"I see now why you chose a looser skirt," she sighed.

"Lift yourself up slightly," I remarked. She did so, and I pulled her skirt up so it was bunched up around her waist, leaving her seated bare ass while roaring down the highway.

"Nicole, this can't be safe," she remarked.

"Just keep your eyes on the road and your hands on the wheel," I answered as I pulled my legs up under my body on the seat and turned to face Camille.

I began fingering her wet mound in earnest as I leaned across and brushed the hair off her shoulder so I could kiss the side of her neck.

"Nicole, what if I lose control?" she asked.

"It'd be a shame if you didn't," I countered.

"Nicole, I'm serious," she argued, although her voice was turning to soft refusal and then sighs of surrender as I slipped a finger in her slit.

I could smell the perfume on her neck as I nibbled on her skin and breathed into her ear.

"Maybe I should've let you take the lead long before," Camille moaned out.

But then I sat back down in the passenger seat, and Camille groaned in protest as I pulled my hand back from her pussy. I reached down into my handbag and pulled out the vibrator I had taken from Camille's nightstand in her bedroom.

Camille's glanced over, and her eyes went wide in shock as I held up the small pink bullet and turned it on.

As fearful as her eyes looked, she spread her legs apart in anticipation.

"Methinks you're beginning to enjoy our little car ride," I smiled.

The traffic was sparse on the coastal highway as the hour grew late. There weren't any streetlights on the road, only the occasional headlight and taillight that added to the soft beams of a half moon as we jetted along the road in mostly darkness.

I brought the buzzing vibrator and held it against Camille's pussy, and she practically squealed in delight. I teased her, rubbing the toy against her labia as Camille turned on the cruise control and then lifted her legs up into the air and spread them wide with her legs on either side of the steering wheel and her feet up on the dashboard.

"This is so unsafe," Camille cried out as she slid down further in her seat and spread her legs even wider.

"It's a straight road. I hope you've got good wheel alignment," I commented.

"I just hope I don't need to hit the brakes," she shrieked.

I laughed and then proceeded to slip the bullet inside Camille's pussy.

I pulled off my own top and tossed it in the back, and then I pulled off Camille's top as well, leaving us both completely topless in her car as she sped down the highway at 80 miles per hour.

Camille kept one hand on the steering wheel while her other hand played with my breasts, while I leaned across the front seat and began suckling on her bosom and letting my tongue play with her nipple.

My right hand still had a hold of the bullet, and I was working it in and out of her pussy, her juices dripping down on my hands while the vibrator filled the car with its incessant buzzing.

"Oh God, Nicole, I'm - I'm - " Camille's words trailed off.

I let go of her tit and sat up to lean into her ear.

"I already know," I whispered, and I jammed the vibrator all the way into her pussy and left it there as it buzzed away.

"Fuck!" Camille spat out as she pulled her feet up off the dash. "I'm cumming!" she screamed.

Her body began shaking as I nibbled on her ear while my hand resumed playing with her nipples.

"Is this what you hoped would happen when you offered me that internship?" I breathed into her ear.

"I didn't know what to expect," she admitted.

"That we'd end up naked while driving down the highway at 80 miles per hour while I make you climax."

"God, it feels so good," she cried out.

"Did you miss the games that we used to play?"

She was breathing hard, panting as she struggled to lower her legs back to the floor. She hit the brakes, and the car screeched to a halt on the shoulder, the car shaking as the tires ran over the rumble strip. But as soon as the car came to a stop, she pulled me over and kissed me on the lips, her tongue exploring my mouth as I crawled over the seat and sat on her lap, straddling her body while we kissed and made out on the side of the road.

After a few minutes, we finally took a break, and Camille reclined her seat back almost flat. She laid back in exhaustion, her climax having crested, although the aftereffects still reverberated through her body. I reached down to extract the vibrator from her pussy, and I held it up in the air as an 18 wheeler truck passed by.

Then I put the vibrator in my mouth and made a show of licking off the juices dripping off.

"Delicious," I remarked.

"You're crazy," Camille answered.

"I learned from the best," I responded, and we both laughed as I laid down on top of her and we nuzzled our bodies together.

"We should get back at some point," Camille realized.

"Yeah, we've still got work in the morning," I laughed.

"And you, young lady still have to get home to your parents," she reminded me.

I sighed. "Yeah, wouldn't want them thinking their little girl is running around with loose morals and having wild sex."

"I guess your parents don't know you that well then," Camille winked.

"But I'm glad you do," I replied.

*****

The next day at work Camille looked noticeably renewed, almost as if a weight had been lifted from her shoulders. Her face was livelier, her hair more luxurious, and her eyes shone more brightly. She moved with a graceful elegance, her feet gliding across the floor as she walked.

She came through the department and greeted everyone, taking the time for water cooler chat, which I'd never seen her do before. Although she was never unfriendly, she was positively glowing and outgoing this morning.

The other people around the office also took note of the change in her demeanor, and I overheard their idle speculation.

"What do you think has gotten into her?" one of the managers who under her wondered aloud.

"Maybe someone finally fucked her," one of the buyers joked.

I was taken aback by their blunt crude talk about Camille, although I marveled at how close to the truth they struck. If only they knew I was the source of her joie de vivre.

"I've worked for her for over ten years," the manager replied. "And in all that time, I've never known her to even go out on a date, let alone have a steady relationship."

"Well, maybe hell has frozen over," one of the planners chimed in.

"Maybe the cock tease is human, after all," another speculated.

As they broke up their conversation, one of the junior accountants stopped by my desk.

"How are you getting along?" he asked.

I was shocked, having grown accustomed to a polite but icy reception from everyone in her department, although I couldn't help noticing they were otherwise warm and friendly amongst each other.

"I - I'm figuring everything out," I stuttered, "but can I ask you something?". I figured his this was as good an opportunity as any to understand why everyone seemed so standoffish around me.

"Sure, ask away," he replied.

"I can't help noticing that a lot of folks are seemingly giving me the cold shoulder," I began. "But everyone else is friendly and open around each other. Am I doing something wrong? Have I done anything to offend folks?"

He sat back and seemingly measured me for a second, clearly deciding if he should divulge whatever knowledge he possessed. "Alright, I'll level with you," he finally decided. "It's nothing you've done. They're just jealous. Camille's never hired an intern before. Everyone was shocked when they first heard about it. The internships are always for entry level type work reporting into supervisors, but they never hire interns to work directly with Directors. Everyone else would kill to work as closely with Camille as you do and learn from the best."

"I see," I realized.

"You should've seen all the parents with kids in college stumbling over themselves, trying to angle to get their kids an internship with Camille after they posted the position. I heard there were over a hundred applicants for her internship position, but she chose you. I can't imagine what your qualifications were, but you beat out a host of President's List kids from all the best area schools."

I was left speechless, knowing I received the internship offer without even applying. I thought our conversation was done, and he turned to leave, but then he seemingly caught himself and turned back around.

"Hey, you've been shadowing Camille and going along to a lot of her meetings, right?" he asked.

"Yeah, I suppose. She's really been showing me the ropes, but I'm still learning."

"You're around her more than the rest of us," he continued. "She's been in an especially good mood today. Any idea if there's anything going on in her life that might've set her way."

"I heard you guys speculating over there," I indicated.

"Sorry if you were offended."

"No, not at all. I mean, I won't tell Camille or anything. But I'd only be guessing," I fibbed.

"That's cool. By the way, I hope you don't my asking, but what's your situation? Are you taken?" he inquired.

I hesitated. He was one of the more junior members in Camille's department, still in his early 20's, probably having graduated from college a year or two ago. He was tall and good looking, with the dark eyes and dark curly hair that belied his Greek ancestry. I was flattered he showed any interest in me.

"I am," I decided as I brushed the hair behind my ear and smiled.

"That's a pity. Let me know if that ever changes," he offered. "He's a lucky guy."

"It's someone pretty special," I acknowledged as he left to return to work, and I smiled to think how well everything was turning out.

*****

I stood before Camille's door a few weeks later on Friday evening after work. The whole drive over, I relived every moment of our relationship, all the highs and lows. I had the large Prada bag Camille had bought for me over a year ago on my shoulder, and I patted its side and contents.

I remembered how innocent and naïve I was before Camille, and now I stood on her doorstep feeling like a real woman for the first time in my life. I felt the difference in every step I took. In the way my back was straighter and I held my head higher. In the way I walked confidently in high heels, no longer slow and unsteady. When I applied my make-up, the eyes staring back at me in the mirror looked older and wiser.

And I realized how I owed it all to Camille. All the corporate jargon and business topics were finally clicking in my head. Suddenly I was actually contributing to meetings, researching topics and running multivariate analyses for Camille before meetings. The past few days, Camille even sent me to represent her at several meetings by myself, trusting me to make important business decisions for the corporation.

I was still dressed in my work outfit, a dark tan knee length skirt and matching suit jacket paired with a light tan blouse and black nylon stockings. Even at work, I saw a change in how the other workers treated me. They were still not outgoing, but now they paid me a begrudging respect, a tacit acknowledgement of my professional capabilities and knowledge.

I had lied earlier, telling Camille I couldn't visit her that evening. I wanted to surprise her, and she answered the door barefoot and dressed in a silk robe, her face astonished to see me standing at her front door.

"Nicole, I wasn't expecting - " she started, except I rushed in, pushing her back into the house and closing the front door behind me.

I pulled her body into mine and gave her a passionate kiss as her shock soon surrendered to lust. We slowly made our way to her bedroom, our hands racing all over each other's body.

As we entered the threshold to her bedroom, I dropped my Prada bag to the side and pushed her down on the bed. Then I jumped on top of her, my body looming over hers as I leaned down to kiss the side of her neck while my hands undid the sash holding her robe together tied around her thin waist.

As the sash came unknotted, I flung her robe open, and her nearly naked body was revealed, only a matching set of red lacy bra and panties covering her most private parts.

"Nicole, what's come over you?" she asked in alarm.

"Do you want me to stop?" I countered.

"Not a chance," she answered, and I dove back in to kiss her on the lips as my hands reached inside her panties.

Her pussy was already wet as her hands ran through my hair. We were already both breathless as we tore into each other, our bodies pressed close together, and the feel of her skin against mine sent sparks shooting through my body.

"What did I do to deserve this?" Camille panted.

The sex was raw and carnal, just pure lust and desire as our arms and legs were all over each other. Then I sat up and practically ripped off my jacket as both of us took advantage of the reprieve to catch our breath.

Camille sat up and watched me, and I realized I could make a little show for her as I slowly undid the buttons on my blouse.

We just smiled at each other, both of us eagerly anticipating what was to come.

As I undid the last button on my blouse, Camille reached over and slid the blouse off my shoulders, and if fell off the side of the bed onto the floor. Then her hands reached for my bosom, my breasts practically spilling out of my bra cups.

"I love your ample breasts," Camille remarked as she fondled my tits while I undid the hook from behind and let the bra slide off. "Still so young and perky and perfectly shaped. Mine have a small sag to them, but I was never as well endowed as you are. I'm jealous."

Camille leaned forward and sucked on my breast while I slid off the end of the mattress and stood on the ground to unzip my skirt and slide it down.

Camille was sitting on the edge of the bed as she suckled on my teat and reached her hands under the band of my thong and pulled it down. Once it was past my waist, I shook my hips, and my panties shimmied down to my ankles, and then I neatly stepped out of them, leaving me dressed only in my nylon stockings and heels.

Then I reached my hands around her back and undid the hook on her bra, and Camille smiled, even as she continued suckling on me.

I climbed back up on the bed, and she fell down on her back and pulled herself up on the mattress as I pressed my body against hers, my breast still in her mouth as her tongue licked and flicked at my hard nipples. I tried to pull back, but she bit down on my nipple, stretching it out in an intense mixture of pleasure and pain. I playfully growled at her while she just smiled devilishly at me.

But then she opened her mouth, and I dove my entire body weight on top of hers, burying my head in her neck as I kissed and nibbled her nape.

"You shouldn't tease me like that," I threatened her.

"What are you going to do about it?" she responded.

I began to move my way down her body, my lips going over her shoulders and then down to her breasts. They were smaller than mine, but still had a beautiful curve, her nipples smaller but delectable. I returned the favor, taking her nipples between my teeth and playfully biting down as she gasped in arousal.

I spread her legs as I continued sliding down her body, planting kisses all over her stomach, still amazed at how flat she was able to keep her gut. The olive complexion of her skin was deliciously glowing, only interrupted by the red lace panties. The panties were see-through, and the folds and flaps of her pussy waited underneath.

I slipped my fingers inside the band of her panties and pulled them down past her knees, and the scent of her arousal immediately hit my senses like an intoxicating heady concoction.

I pressed my finger against her bare shaved mound, and the moisture seeped off onto my fingers.

"Mmm," I mumbled as I deeply inhaled the aroma arising from her slit.

She spread her legs even wider, and my tongue pressed forward against her labia, to which she let out a loud cry of pleasure.

Then I began kissing and licking her pussy, spreading her lips and taking her clit into my mouth. I gently sucked on it as it throbbed against my tongue. I slipped a finger inside her vagina, and Camille let out another moan. My digit slid in so effortlessly that I slipped in a second one also and began eagerly fingering her while I kept sucking on her clit.

"Damn, that feels good," Camille spat out.

Her juices gushed forth, and I lapped it up like an obedient dog.

"God, I'm so horny. I can't believe what you're doing to me," she kept repeating.

My fingers pressed even deeper into her body, reaching up to her G spot and purposefully rubbing her magic spot, causing her to moan in response.

Camille's legs wrapped around me as her hands pulled my head even tighter against her pussy, my tongue gently licking and lapping at her clit.

"That's it, I'm so close, God, I'm so close," she cried, and then I pulled back.

"Damn it!" she muttered in lust fueled frustration as she sat up and stared at me. "What are you doing to me?"

But I jumped off the bed and reached into the Prada bag I placed near the door. Her eyes grew wide as I pulled a strap on dildo out of the bag and fastened it around my waist.

"Where did you get that thing?" she wondered aloud as I finished strapping it in place.

I stood in front of her, slowly stroking the eight inch black dildo strapped to my crotch.

"I thought maybe it was time to properly fuck you," I said.

Camille was so deliriously lost in lust, she looked like she might pass out. She fell back on the mattress and spread her legs wide, and her hands reached down to spread her pussy, her pink flesh contrasting sharply with her otherwise olive complexion.

"I am yours," she declared.

"That you are," I greedily agreed.

I climbed back up on the bed and stood on my knees at the base of her pussy.

"Damn it, don't make me wait," she cried out in frustration.

Her hands reached for the dildo and pulled it until the very tip tapped against her slit, and she closed her eyes and sighed in anticipation.

I raised her legs up onto my shoulders as her hands reached up and began teasing my nipples.

And then I slid the dildo into her, the long shaft effortlessly pushing past her labia and driving deep into her body.

Camille let out a loud gasp as she was filled with eight inches of phallus. Her back arched and her eyes nearly rolled to the back of her head as I held the dildo firmly implanted in her body.

As her back flattened out on the mattress again, she opened her eyes and looked up at me while she panted heavily, her breasts slowly rising and falling with each breath like the soft waves of the sea.

Then I fell down on top of her, our breasts pushing up against each other and our nipples rubbing together as I looked her in the eye.

"I take it you like my new toy," I smiled cheekily as I slowly began to slide the dildo back.

"God, it's perfect," she sighed. "You're perfect."

Then I leaned down and kissed her on the mouth as I began to slide the dildo back in.

We were skin to skin, our fingers interlocked, our legs rubbing together, and our breasts pressed against one another as I began fucking her with the strap on.

Camille lifted her legs up and wrapped them around me as we continued making out.

"I'm yours, I'm yours," she kept repeating.

I'd never worn a strap on before, but I loved the feel of power it gave me, as if I wielded this magic wand of pleasure that could bend Camille to my will. Or at least drive her to orgasm, which was all I wanted to do, anyway.

My hair fell down all around us, almost shrouding us behind a curtain, leaving us secluded in our own hidden world as we made out while I began fucking her harder.

Camille spread her legs wide, and I pounded into her, the dildo penetrating even deeper into her pussy. Our bodies loudly slapped together with every thrust, and Camille moved up an inch on the bed with each gyration until her head began hitting the headboard and banging it against the wall.

The springs in her bed creaked as I bounced while driving the strap on into her, the dildo relentlessly pounding her pussy.

Camille moaned out in pleasure, her body tightening up as if she were holding on for dear life.

"Fuck, that feels good," she cried out.

"I love it when you curse, when you've got a dirty mouth," I spat out between thrusts.

"You bring out this side of me," she admitted.

Her breathing was labored, but she laughed and squealed in delight, clearly enjoying the strap on fucking her senseless.

She could hardly even talk any more. Her laughs turned into moans and then cries of pleasure, her eyes tearing up as her arousal grew more and more intense.

"I can't - I can't," she muttered before succumbing to another long moan.

She wrapped her arms around me, and her long fingernails dug into my back, but I didn't care. I could see how close she was to climax, and I wanted to see her cum.

I fucked her harder and harder, the strap on pounding her pussy like a hard driving engine, digging her out until her pussy was just a gaping fuckhole.

And then her arms tightened around me. She bit down on my neck as her legs wrapped around me again and pulled me in tight to her, wanting to hold the strap on fully impaled inside her.

Then she let go of the bite on my neck and let out a primal scream as her body erupted in orgasm.

"Fuck!" She shrieked in an impossibly loud voice that threatened to shatter the glass chandelier that lighted her bedroom.

Her body was convulsing, her arms and legs shaking as she held me tight against her. She was breathing into my neck, her hair sweaty and stringy, and both of our bodies covered in a thin coat of sweat as our tits rubbed together.

And then her arms and legs finally released me from their death grip, and the strap on slipped out of her sopping wet pussy with a loud plop as I rolled over and fell down beside her on the bed.

We both laid there, recovering from the intensity of our lovemaking with only the sound of our heavy breathing filling the room. I looked down, and the black strap on dildo was pointed up in the air and dripping in her juices.

"You're better than any man I've ever been with," Camille said, finally breaking the silence.

"I didn't even know what I was doing. Never worn one of these contraptions before," I admitted.

"Well, I'd say you did just fine. No man has ever made me climax as hard as you just did. I'm glad I let you take charge in our relationship," Camille said.

"About that," I remarked.

"What about it?" she asked.

"I've been thinking. Thank you for letting me take charge."

"I feel like I should be thanking you after that orgasm," Camille laughed.

"Maybe you took advantage of me when I was naïve and innocent, but I also allowed myself to be a submissive to you because I was weak," I explained. "I didn't know how to be strong. So, when we rekindled our relationship, I needed that clear boundary while I figured myself out. But you've helped me grow as a woman, and I feel so much more confident now than ever before. Confident even that maybe it doesn't matter who's in charge of our relationship anymore."

"What exactly are you saying?" Camille asked, sitting up.

I sat up and undid the strap on belt.

"That maybe I'd like you to fuck me with this," I proposed as I offered the strap on to Camille.

She looked at me and smiled. "Well, it seems that turnabout is fair play," she reasoned.

A few minutes later, I was on my hands and knees on the bed while Camille was fucking me doggy style from behind.

"So, this is what it feels like to be on this side of the action," Camille mused as she rammed the strap on dildo into my cunt for the umpteenth time.

I couldn't even muster a response. I was lost in arousal, my head hanging down and my messy hair falling down and shrouding my face. My tits were hanging down and jiggling with every hard thrust that Camille pounded into me.

She traced her long nails down the length of my back, and my spine tingled in excitement. Her thighs rubbed against mine, her skin glistening in sweat as it brushed against me.

And then Camille pulled my hair together in a ponytail and pulled my head up.

I was breathless as I turned around to look at her as she stared into my soul while pounding the dildo into me, my face unable to hide the effects it was having. As she held my hair in her right hand, her left hand reached down to my tit and pinched my nipple, and I winced in a twisted mix of pain and pleasure.

"I love watching you in arousal," she mused while I panted in half cries of pleasure.

And then I turned around, landing flat on my back on the mattress. The dildo slipped out of me, but I looked up at Camille as she stood on her knees in front of me. I grabbed her wrists and pulled her down on top of me, and our lips met, our tongues touching as she panted into my mouth.

Her hand reached down and adjusted the dildo, but I was still so wet that it easily slid back inside me, and I sighed in deep satisfaction to feel it filling me again.

"What's gotten into you?" she asked as she began fucking me in a missionary position.

"I wanted you. I wanted to feel your body on mine. I wanted to kiss you," I said as I leaned up and gave her another kiss on the lips.

We began making out as our hands raced all over each other. My fingers ran up and down her back as she laid on top of me while her hands cupped my cheeks and ran through my hair while we made out.

Our tits pressed together, our nipples rubbing against one another as I wrapped my legs around her body while she kept pounding the strap on into me.

I closed my eyes, just lost in the moment.

"Oh Camille," I sighed.

"You're my lover," she whispered in my ear.

"I'm yours," I declared.

"As I am to you," she professed.

The dildo was digging deep into me, rubbing against my G spot with eight inches of hard pleasure. I opened my eyes and looked into Camille's eyes, and I saw everything. Love. Lust. Passion. Kindness. My future.

"I love you," I cried out.

"I know," she replied.

And then I screamed out in pleasure.

"You're going to make me cum, Camille," I howled.

"Just like you did to me," she reminded me.

"It feels so good baby, it feels so good," I wailed.

"Show me how much you like it,"

"I can't hold it in,"

"It's alright, just let out," she insisted.

"God, it feels so good, I don't ever want it to stop!"

My arousal was like a life force, a swirling ball of energy building up to an inevitable climax. My body tensed, and my muscles tightened as I struggled to contain it, and then the orgasm hit the roof, spilling over like an avalanche cascading down the mountainside, consuming everything in its path.

I let out a primal scream, shrieking out in high pitched notes that I never knew I could reach until my voice went silent, letting out sounds that only dogs could detect.

My arms locked around Camille, pulling her body tight against mine, wanting to feel every inch of her body on mine as she pushed the strap on into me, impaling the dildo and holding its full length inside me as my body shook in pleasure. My toes curled, and my fingers clenched in a tight fist as the intensity overwhelmed me.

I was literally bowled over, feeling like I'd been laid flat, and then my body went limp, my arms and legs falling helplessly to the side. I was exhausted, my breathing labored and limbs too tired to move. My eyes were heavy, and I almost felt like I might pass out.

But then Camille leaned down and gave me a soft kiss on my lips.

"Thank you for that," she whispered. "There's nothing sexier than watching a woman climax. And I love knowing I did that to you."

I opened my eyes, but I was too tired to speak and just looked at her as she smiled.

"Like I said earlier. Turnabout is fair play," she reminded me. And I just laid my head back on the pillow and rested my eyes in quiet satisfied exhaustion.

*****

"Where do you think we go from here?" Camille asked as we laid in each other's arms, the afterglow of our intense sex session still pulsing through our veins.

"I don't know," I sighed. "But a wise person once told me that love is the rarest thing in the world. You can't force it, so accept it, nurture it, and just let it take you wherever it will."

"That sounds like a wise person indeed," Camille remarked.

"She is," I agreed.

*****

The end.