Cammie Healy - Jennifer Foor Page 0,73

having your pussy in my mouth. My dick got hard thinking about it.”

“Sounds like a personal problem.”

“It was, but you’re about to make it all go away.” He lifted me into his truck and closed the door. When he climbed in his side he looked over at me with a grin on his face. “Five more days.”

“I’m fully aware.”

“I have school in the morning. I might play hooky.”

“You don’t have to. I’ll be fine with a laptop. I have a lot to take care of.”

“I’ll be home by lunch. Maybe, if it’s not too much to ask, you could be naked and waiting for me on the kitchen counter. I’m usually starving when I arrive home.”

I giggled and stared out the window. “You’re too much.”

“I’ll make you love me, Cam. Just wait. It’s going to happen.”

As we drove home I moved over and rested my head on his shoulder. Wes kept his hand on my inner thigh. Every once in a while he’d lean to the side and kiss the top of my head. His sweet gestures continued to make me smile. There was nothing about this man that I didn’t like. If this continued he might be right.

Falling in love with him would end my future. I think I knew it too. Neither one of us could be certain what was in store, and that is what scared me more than becoming a mother with no job or degree.

Chapter 29

My grandfather had made a call to some of his fellow board members who asked for more information about Cammie's test results. When we were sitting at dinner and she told me the score she got on the MCAT I almost spit my drink clear across the table. She hadn't just scored high. She was in the ninetieth percentile. It was no wonder Stanford had accepted her into their program.

On the drive home she nestled her body close to mine, choosing the middle seat instead of the passenger side. I had my hand on her thigh until I started to feel the urge to take more. Slipping my hand down the front of her jeans was an easy task. Cammie leaned back in her seat as I shoved my fingers inside of her pants. Her smooth pussy coursed across my palm as two fingers slipped between her folds.

It didn't take long for her pussy to become slippery. The more I pet, the slicker it was, only making me want to keep going.

In the meantime, Cammie began rubbing the crotch of my jeans. My growing cock was starting to throb with only one solution in order to calm it.

I took her hand and shoved it down into my boxers. She moaned as she gripped me, moving her arm up and down to a matched pace with mine. I kept my eyes on the road, determined I could multi task until we made it back to my place. "Damn, you're so wet. I don't know if we're going to make it home."

Her breathing was heavy when she tried to answer, her words strained. "I'm going to come, Wes. Please don't stop. Right there."

I applied more pressure, circling two fingers over her slick swollen clit. I knew she was about to lose it, but I didn't want it to end there, so I removed my fingers, leaving her craving more. "Why'd you stop?" Her hand was still jerking me off.

"Loosen my pants, Cam. Get my dick out." she turned her body, let go of her hold and did as I suggested.

When my cock sprung free she immediately got back to work.

"Hang on," I quickly ordered. "Take off your pants‎ and straddle me."

“We’re driving down the road.”

“Didn’t you mention you like being exposed? I need to be inside you, and it can’t wait until we’re back at my place. Ride me home, Cam. Lose the pants and giddy up.”

Before I could laugh I saw her glance at me, as if she were about to ask how serious I was. She shimmied her jeans and panties off, immediately climbing on top of me while I stayed focused on the road.

“Is this how you want it?” She rocked her body over mine, taunting me.

“You know what to do.”

“You’re right. I know exactly how you like it.” Her dirty talking was setting me crazy. I lifted my ass to hint she better get on with it or I was going to make a mess.

“I want you bad, but we don’t have protection.”

Damn. I’d never been careless until