Since we were already naked, we went to Cami's bed for the night. I'd spent the night in a few women's beds during my years in New York, but I hadn't been so happy about the actual going to bed part since I left Iowa. I had the best night's sleep I'd had in years. When I woke up, she was lying with her back to me. I kissed the back of her neck and told her, "Good morning."
She turned over to face me. "It is, isn't it?" she responded. "You're the first man I've been with since Mike died."
"Wow," was all I could say. "That makes me feel kind of, uhh, honored, I guess."
Cami smiled at me and said, "There's more where that came from." Under the covers, she put her hand on top of my thigh. I leaned over to kiss her, but she pushed the thigh so I was on my back. Now her hand was on the front of the thigh. She pulled it up until only her fingertips were touching me. She traced a line over to my crotch. When she got to my dick, she brought her hand down and grasped it. She stroked it a few times, and when she could tell I was hard, she let go. She scooted underneath the covers and I saw her head move down and over my crotch. Soon I felt her tongue at the place where my cock meets my balls. She licked up the underside, surrounded the head with her lips and went down quickly.
I lifted the blanket off me. Then I lifted the sheet and looked down at her. "You don't have to do that if you don't want to," I told her.
She took me out of her mouth, looked up at me and said, "Thanks. You're sweet."
"I never want you feel like you have to do anything to please me," I said.
"That's nice," Cami said, "but what I meant is, you have the sweetest cum I've ever tasted. Pre-cum, anyway." She took me back in her mouth and resumed sucking.
Was that ponytail there the night be fore? I couldn't remember. Maybe she'd her hair up as part of the schoolgirl fantasy. If so, seeing it bob up and down as she loved me with her mouth was certainly having the desired effect. When she came most of the way up, I could see most of it. "Damn, Cami, I don't think I've ever seen myself this hard before," I told her. That must have inspired her, because she got all but an inch or so in on the next trip down.
She came back up, let me out and said, "Let me know when you're going to come."
She took me back in her mouth and resumed her vertical assault. The sheet fell off her body, and when she came down I could see her ass. Getting this view for the first time put me over the top. "Now," I told her. She let me out of her mouth, and I asked, "Do you swallow?"
My cum shot nearly straight up in the air. Cami leaned over my cock. The first spurt landed on her jowl, below the chin. She answered, "Only if I really love the guy," and she licked her lips and chin. She caught the next couple spurts on her tongue and let the rest land on her face wherever it may. She got off me and moved back to where she lay before. I reached toward her to try to stroke her pussy, but she stopped me. "I have to run some errands today, and I assume you've got other people to visit."
"My mom's probably wondering when I'll be over," I agreed.
On the way back to the lot where I'd parked the night before, she asked, "When do you want to pick me up tomorrow?"
"Well, the wedding's at four, and it's the other direction from here, so ... three?"
"I'll be here," she said.
And she was. She answered the door wearing a light blue strapless gown. Either CNA's made more than I thought, or Cami knew where to get terrific clothes for a bargain. I kissed her and said, "No fair looking sexier than the bride." I took her by the arm, led her to the car and opened the door for her. We got in, and I handed Cami the map that had directions to the church. "You're the navigator," I told her.
Cami looked at the map and told me, "This is from our home town. There's a shorter route from here. Take a left when you see the 7-11."
I followed her instructions. After I made the turn, I asked her, "Any regrets about the other night?"
"Only that it took 25 years. How 'bout you?"
"None." We talked about our families and friends until we reached the church. The usher seated us next to my parents, with my between Cami and my mom. Mom smiled at Cami.
All my relatives seemed to know who Cami was, even though some had never met her. While she was waiting to catch the bouquet, a number of them told me how glad they were to see us together. I think I even heard one of my aunts saying, "Trent's here! And Cami's with him!"
At the reception, I stuck to punch and an occasional cola because I knew I'd be driving. Cami had a couple glasses of wine early on. We must have danced for a half-hour. A few songs in, we were slow-dancing. As we talked, I didn't notice my hand slipping until it was right on top of her butt. I raised it back slowly, and I noticed that I did not feel a waistband under her dress. When we walked back to our seats, I whispered in her ear, "You didn't go commando, did you?"
"You'll find out later," she whispered back.
For the remaining hour and a half, we engaged in polite conversation with the others at my table, which consisted of three other cousins and their spouses. One of those cousins, Tom, a year younger than me, was not among those who said how great it was to see us together. It occurred to me later that he went to CIT, so there was a distinct possibility he had seen the magazine with her pictures in it while they were both there. I like to think I have a generous spirit, so I assumed that if he did know, he was keeping his mouth shut to be nice. Meanwhile, Cami slipped a shoe off and was rubbing my leg. Toward the end, she asked me to get her another drink. Wondering whether any of her behavior was due to the wine, I got her a ginger ale to be safe. As I handed it to her, I got caught in her gaze. Those eyes were making me melt again. By the time she finished her drink, the conversation had died down, so I took the opportunity. I leaned in and asked, "Are you ready to go?"
