John was sitting with a cup of coffee and a smile. I started to tell him all about my time with Claire. The most important moments. When she kissed my cheek at the art gallery. The way she moaned in my ear as I came inside her. He could see I was smiling from ear to ear. As I finished talking he asked me the all too important question.
"Are you going to see her again? It sounds like you're in love."
He was right, of course. John had a nasty habit of saying exactly the right thing in just the wrong way. I was falling in love. But falling never stopped somebody from getting back up.
After the date Claire and I both went home. We texted smiley faces and the all too important purple hearts (That's my favorite color). But all the while my finger kept swiping right in-between message.
I still wanted to see Claire. I was certain about that. But I also wanted to see the next girl who would come knocking. The ratio hadn't changed but my confidence was soaring. Why settle for one girl when the next was around the bend?
After saying goodnight to Claire. A match came up for Camilla. A college student on her second year at the local community college. Her profile told me she was Italian. It also showed me that she was a blonde with wonderfully pale skin. And wonderfully thick thighs. She had a real hour glass figure with an ass to match. She had a gif of her in a bikini doing a 360. More than anything I wanted her ass in my face.
To say I was hungry would be an understatement. I was desperate to feel her against me. Even as I had just cum inside of the angelic Claire... I couldn't help but imagine what she would feel like. How she would react to getting to know me.
Our messages shot back and forth and one thing was clear. Camilla wanted to fuck. She wanted a relationship.
Oh every girl did. None of them ever just wanted a hook up. And that wasn't because they didn't want to just have sex. It was because wanting to just have sex was unfashionable for a women. A sort of puritanical hangover. Even Camilla was beholden to it.
We texted back and forth and two days later she was riding over to my house.
When she arrived a text from Claire popped up in my notifications.
"Are you free this weekend?" I was. But Claire would have to wait. I dismissed the notification.
The first thing I noticed was Camilla's pale complexion. Her face was covered in a sky of lovely freckles. Her red lipstick contrasting the rest of her face.
There were finer details she had paid attention to. Her wing eye liner made her eyes pop. Even knowing very little about makeup I could see she put a lot of time into it. Camilla not only looked good, but she did it on purpose.
