DISCLAIMER: This is the final part of a longer story. For the best reading experience, it is recommended that you start at the beginning. If you have stuck with me from the beginning, congratulations and thank you. Consider this chapter your reward.
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Cam's room at college was very different from his room at home. There were no trophies, no pictures of half-naked girls. Aside from a few team photos and news clippings, the walls were empty. His furniture was equally unremarkable: a large bed, a nightstand, couch, a TV, a dresser, and a desk. There was a small weight bench at the foot of the bed with a mirror hanging above it.
I spotted a few bottles of liquor sitting on a bookshelf beside his desk. Jackpot, I thought. Chloe and Danielle will be so impressed when they find where the tequila came from.
As I reached for the bottle, I heard the door open behind me.
"Looks like you found the liquor," Cam said, gently closing the door behind him. The click of door sliding into the frame sent a shiver through me.
"Shouldn't you be bartending downstairs?" I asked.
"Someone will cover for me." He walked towards me as he spoke. "I came to make sure you got what you needed up here."
He stopped about a few feet from me. Not quite close enough to touch, but close enough to tower above me. I felt my heart begin to pound.
"What happened, Cam?" I gestured towards the bare walls of his room. "Did you outgrow your obsession with big boobs when you got to college?" I was trying to be funny, trying desperately to recapture the feisty confidence I had felt just moments earlier.
"Who needs pictures when I've got a hot piece of ass waiting in my bedroom?"
I drew in a sharp breath as he reached down and pulled his shirt up over his head. He tossed his shirt on the bed and stood before me, unsmiling. His massive, chiseled torso was rising and falling imperceptibly with every breath.
"What about the blonde girl at the bar?" I mumbled.
"She'll be back in that same spot tomorrow," he said. "But you're only here for one night."
I just stood there, frozen, racking my brain for something clever to say and coming up empty. Any sense I had of being in control had been disappeared as soon as Cam closed the door behind him. I had been alone with Cam in his bedroom once before, but this time, our families weren't waiting for us downstairs. Who was going to stop this huge, ripped stud from doing whatever the fuck he wanted? Mom, in her hotel room miles away? Chloe and Danielle, downstairs on the dance floor? Me, who just walked into his bedroom and was standing there alone?
As if the tension was simply too much to bear, my phone buzzed. Before I could do anything, Cam darted his hand into my purse and fished out my phone.
"Hey!" I said, feebly grabbing for it back. "What are you doing?"
"I should ask you the same thing," he said, turning the phone to show me the screen. "Why the fuck is my brother still texting you?" He actually seemed angry, which scared me.
I glanced at the screen. "Thinkin about you," it said, followed by a wink emoji.
"Let's see," Cam said, pulling the phone back away from me. "It's 11:30 on a Friday night and Caleb is thinking about you. I wonder what that could mean."
"I dunno."
"Oh, really?" He shook his head. "Well, I do." His lips curved into a sneer. "He's jacking off, Lola. He's thinking about slapping that tight little ass. He's thinking about slipping his cock in between those soft lips. And he's thinking about blowing his load all over those big, sweet tits."
"That doesn't sound like Caleb to me," I shot back. "Maybe that's what YOU are thinking about."
"Now you're catching on." Cam stepped towards me, closing the gap between us. His sculpted chest pressed lightly against my nipples, which were rapidly hardening beneath the thin material of the halter top.
"I'm gonna let you in on a little secret, Lola." He was whispering so softly I could barely hear him above the sound of my heart pounding inside my chest. "Every guy that ever looked twice at you has imagined what it would be like to bend you over and squeeze those big tits of yours while he fucks you from behind. The difference is that guys like Caleb just think about it."
I looked up at Cam. "What about guys like you?" I whispered back.
In an instant, his hands were on my hips, spinning me around. He was behind me now, the two of us facing towards the wall mirror that hung above his weight bench. He loomed over me, shirtless and huge, dwarfing me despite my height. He pulled me backwards, crushing me against the slab of his body, carved through painstaking hours on the weight bench in front of us. I watched in the mirror as he wrapped his arms around me, engulfing my small body. I seemed to be disappearing into him.
I closed my eyes as he hands began to roam over my body. His greedy fingers squeezed and probed hungrily, eager to explore every part of my body, claiming new territory with each passing moment. Quickly, he found my nipples, which felt hard enough to pierce the flimsy fabric of Chloe's halter top. A moan escaped my lips as he rolled them between his fingers.
"God, you don't even wear a bra," he growled. His voice was husky, thick with the arrogance of a conqueror, a mixture of satisfaction and disdain that has since become very familiar to me. "Nothing like a pair of big tits on a hot, 18-year-old Asian girl."
I felt his right hand move from my chest to the strings of the halter top tied around my neck.
In that moment, I could have said anything, or nothing. My mind was racing. Thoughts of Chloe and Danielle dancing downstairs, of my unexpected kiss with Daniel earlier that night, of Caleb stealing glances at my body, of the sleepover makeout sessions with my friend's older brother back in my hometown.
I could have said anything, but as Cam pulled the strings of the halter top with one hand and mauled my tits with the other, what I said was, "My Mom is Asian, but my Dad is white."
Cam paused for a second, considering what I had said. I opened my eyes. His huge body had so completely enveloped me that I could barely see myself in the mirror. The strings of the untied halter top rested limply on my bare shoulders. The only thing keeping the top from falling down was Cam's left hand, holding it against my tits. Our eyes met in the mirror.
"Is that why you like to fuck white guys?" His question was dripping with smugness, yet it seemed somehow genuine.
"I'm a virgin," I said softly, our eyes still locked in the mirror.
"Wow." I registered the surprise in his voice, which cut through the arrogance. For a moment, his eyes softened, as if he were seeing me for the first time. For a moment, the words hung there, a flicker of uncertainty about what would happen next. Then, I watched it vanish, extinguished by the disdainful sneer that crept across his face.
"For a virgin, you sure dress like a slut." As he spoke, he let the halter top fall, exposing my bare tits to a man for the first time.
Looking at myself in the mirror, I had to admit that he was right. I was topless and braless, my tits hanging freely as the halter dangled lewdly from around my waist. My upper thigh peeked out from beneath the mini skirt, which had begun to ride up my legs as Cam handled my body.
