how that went, she might be going home sooner than later. With that in mind, I knew I had only a small window to convince her she had a reason to stay.
Don’t get me wrong. I wasn’t trying to sway her into dropping out of school for me. Contrary to it seeming that way, I knew she could do everything while living here in North Carolina. Dropping out of school during her last semester would suck, but it was one semester. Her parents could afford it, and now with a baby on the way, they were going to want her to be close, even if they wouldn’t admit it yet.
I needed to be the peacekeeper. It was important to find a way for everyone to be happy, including me.
I peeked my head out the door. “Are you sure you don’t want to join me? I’ll face the wall. I’ll keep my eyes closed the whole time. Just let me have the title of being your first. Shit, I don’t care if you stay in your clothes.”
“I’ve been reckless and ended up with a life growing inside of me.”
“If you take a shower with me you won’t get pregnant. I promise.”
She threw a pillow at the door, forcing it back to being closed.
A few seconds later I was stepping into a piping hot shower alone.
After my second failed attempt to lure Cammie into the shower with me, I decided to scratch the idea and proceed without her. I washed my body and then my hair. With my eyes closed to avoid getting soap in them I had an epiphany.
Sopping wet, I stepped out of my two person shower and sauntered into the bedroom stark naked. With her eyes focused on the computer, I reached my arms around the front of her and lifted. She squealed, sensing I was in the nude and slippery. "Get off me. This is crazy. I'm serious. I'm going to kick your ass. Put me down." Her orders weren't going to be met. I didn't let go of my hold until we were both standing under the running water, way too close for her to get an eyeful. When she spun and looked at me, damming me to hell, I simply smiled. "Now I'm officially your first."
Still clothed, I could tell she wasn't amused. Her hair was soaked and dripping in her eyes. I brought both hands up and wiped it out of the way. "I officially hate you," she spat.
"No you don’t." I lowered my lips and brushed over them. It didn't take her long to reciprocate. Seconds later I felt her hands coming up around my back. As the embrace intensified, then came the urge to remove her wet clothes, without permission. I tugged on the hem of her shirt. "I think we need to get you out of these," I suggested in between kisses.
When Cammie lifted up her arms it was like a green light at a Nascar race. I flung that shirt over the shower wall and onto the bathroom floor. With only a bra separating me from her perfect set of tits, I searched her back for the latch. Cammie turned so I could see what I was doing. Once I had it unhooked, she dropped it to the floor beneath us.
I didn't have the patience to wait until she turned around again to remove her pants. I needed everything gone immediately.
I fingered each side of her pants, shoving them down with ease, and taking her panties with them. While doing so, I'd ended up on my knees, staring straight at her supple ass. It was so close I could have kissed it, though I worried if I rushed things she'd freak out and withdraw.
I ran my hands over each cheek, savoring how soft her skin felt against my palms. I leaned forward and kissed the lowest part of her back, holding onto her waist to keep her from moving. I slowly let my lips explore one cheek, dragging my tongue as I inched my way around.
Cammie placed both palms on the shower wall. I took my hands and ran them all the way up one thigh, just missing making contact with her pussy. Since I was taller than her, on my knees I came up to her back. It blocked my ability to see anything beneath her ass. As I massaged each thigh, I ran the bar of soap over her skin, all the way down each leg. She spread them