Chapter 01: Coming Home
Clarabelle drives home with a bit of a headache. She stops at a stoplight and closes her eyes for a moment. She tries to block out the day; the whining kids, the pathetic excuses, she just wants to get home. She opens her eyes just as the light turns green. After another block, she stops again at a red light. Trying not to let the frustration get to her, she tries to think of something happy to help her fend off the creeping pain in her head.
Looking out the driver's side window, she remembers how good it felt the other night as she and Cameron made love. He had surprised her and bent her over their bed with her feet still on the floor. She tries to imagine him driving his hard cock deep inside of her, the wonderful feeling of being filled with him. A smile comes over her face at the thought of her orgasm.
When the car in front of her moves forward, she steps on the gas with a little more urgency. She begins to get a little exited at the thought of Cameron inside of her. As she slows to stop at another light however, she quickly remembers that despite working at home, Cameron was "home sick" with a cold. He called into his part-time teaching job in the morning to request a sub. With a sigh, she begins to think of the things they could still do.
Obviously they can't kiss, not on the lips anyway, not if she wants to stay healthy herself. Biting her lower lip, her mind wanders. She wonders if he has even showered. Oh, she hopes he's feeling better.
Pulling into the garage, she parks and gets out of the car. She feels the surprise of wetness between her legs and smiles as it turns her on.
Stepping inside, she's greeted by Cameron coming down the stairs, still in the pajama pants and t-shirt she left him in that morning. "Hey honey..." Claire says, watching him take each step. "Did you get to take a shower today?"
"Of course, I just got back into my comfies since I wasn't going anywhere."
"How you feeling?" she puts her stuff down on the couch.
"I'm okay, still sneezing. But I'm on drugs, so I'm good. How are you?"
"I've got a bit of a headache."
"I'm sorry. We're pretty messed up aren't we?"
"Yeah, but I did a little self-medicating on the way home, and I kinda thought, maybe..." A seductive look comes over her.
"You want a message?"
"Oh, that would be nice," she smiles, "but no. I was thinking maybe you could read me a story..." she says biting her lower lip. "I'll take a rain check on the message though, since you're not feeling well."
"Hmm...what kind of story?" Cameron asks, playing along with the game.
"A sexy story, something that will turn me on and help the pain to go away."
"I see, you want that kind of medication. So what kind of 'self medicating' were you doing on the way home?"
Claire walks up closer, he looks down into her beautiful blue eyes. "I was just thinking about how you fucked me the other night...from behind." When Claire's words leave her mouth she immediately feels Cameron's cock stir in his pants. She smiles and takes hold of his semi-erect cock through his pants and pumps it gently.
"I see," Cameron says, "and did your thoughts get you wet?"
Claire licks her lip and nods in agreement, "Yeah. It really helped take the pain away for a little while."
"And you want me to read you a story to help further ease the pain?"
"Yeah...will you? I know you've got something."
"And then what? You know we can't kiss...I don't want to get you sick too."
Claire smiles at him, "Well maybe we could do some other things. Maybe we could reenact parts of the story? We can do everything else but kiss."
"Well, I might just have a story for you," he says slyly.
"Good...well why don't you print it out, and I'll change my clothes and I'll meet you in the bedroom in five...make it ten."
Cameron smiles. "Okay, ten it is."
A few minutes later, Claire lays on the bed wearing a small red thong and a tight, short, red t-shirt which reveals her pierced belly button and hard protruding nipples of her full size, naturally perky, C-cup breasts. Her shoulder length blonde-brown hair is pulled back in a pony tail.
Cameron sits crossed legged with a couple pieces of paper in hand. Claire isn't a real thong fan, she only wears them for Cameron. She much prefers wearing nothing or for everyday wear, a simple cotton bikini cut. However, tonight she figures it would not only provide a good view, but easy access.
Cameron begins to read as Claire watches and listens. Soon Claire finds her eyes closed, her hands cupping her breasts and her breathing quickening. It's not long before Claire begins to rub herself over her red thong, occasionally pulling it to one side to feel her wetness as it builds. Cameron steals glances between sentences, feeling his cock get harder as he watches Claire touch herself.
Towards the end of the story, Claire lets out loud moan as her legs tense and she begins to cum. Cameron pauses his reading to let her finish. A few moments later when her body relaxes, Cameron continues and concludes the story. Claire lays with her eyes closed and her hands on her mound keeping pressure applied. Cameron watches her lay blissfully with her legs spread wide. He slides his hand up her leg and back down. Slowly she opens her eyes. "That was fucking amazing," Claire says. Cameron smiles at her admiringly.
"How's your head?" Cameron asks.
With a grin on her face, Claire says, "I came three times."
"I know I was watching."
"Good story hon," Claire sits up.
"Thanks, I figured that would do the trick."
"Did it ever. We should do that more often, cheaper than medication, and much more fun!" She looks into Cameron's eyes and then pushes him backwards onto the bed. "How can I ever thank you, kind sir?" Claire feigns as she readjusts on the bed. "I'm just a simple girl, and I don't know how I could ever repay you for your generosity?" she quotes a line from the story then pulls the t-shirt over her head.
She spreads the opening of Cameron's pajama pants and reaches her hand inside grabbing his quickly hardening cock. Pulling it out, she swallows it whole. Cameron sighs with pleasure. "I think you need to seriously think about it long and hard before you decide," he says.
"Oh I do..." Claire says and then licks slowly up the bottom of his erect shaft. She darts her tongue in and out over his hole at the top of his penis and then swirls her tongue around the tip driving him crazy. "I think you're a little over dressed here," Claire says, pulling at his pants. Cameron raises his hips and let's his pants slide down and off.
Cameron sits up and pulls his shirt over his head. Claire moves in close to his lips and then moves down and takes a nipple into her mouth. Cameron throws his shirt to the ground and lays back. She runs her hands up the inside of his thigh, feeling the hair on his leg as she moves to cup his balls. The softness of his fleshy sack and the smoothness of his shave send her arousal through the roof. Cameron likes to shave everything for Claire. She never complained about his hair but she does like him shaven, it's less for her to deal with when she blows him.
"Very nice shave," Claire says.
"You like it?"
"Love it..." she says, taking his right testicle into her mouth, she strokes his cock. "You're so soft." Claire backs away and asks, "How you doing? You're not going to cum yet, are ya?"
"I'm good, real good. Don't stop."
"I thought I would."
