Chapter 37: Camille
I was sitting in the cafeteria eating lunch when Camille dropped her tray next to me. "Mind if I join you?" she asked.
"Not at all," I said. "What's up?"
"Do you like me?" she asked.
"Of course," I said. "Did I do something to make you think that I don't like you?"
"No, not at all," she answered. "Do you think I'm pretty?"
I wasn't sure where this conversation was going, but I responded truthfully. "Yes, I think that you are very pretty. Why?"
"Will you go out with me?" she asked.
I sat back in surprise. Camille was the last person I expected to go out with.
"You know what I am doing with Rachel," I said. "You know that I am sleeping with her. What kind of date are you talking about? Do you want to involve Rachel?"
"No," she replied. "I want a regular date. You know, boy, girl, movie, dinner, kiss good night. No Rachel. No mention of Rachel. I know what you are doing with Rachel, and I wouldn't dream of asking you to stop, but I really like you. You are a nice guy, and even though most people would think you were an asshole for doing what you are doing, I've talked to Rachel, and I know that it is all for her.
"I thought about it for a long time, and I would like to go out with you. Plus, I think that you would enjoy being on a normal date, not one where your girlfriend gets whipped and then fucked by the football team."
"Hey, that hasn't happened just yet!" I protested with a laugh.
"You know what I mean Jeff," Camille said. "Jeff, will you go out with me this weekend."
I thought about it for a minute and realized that I liked that idea a lot. Camille was right. Being with Rachel had definitely stunted my normal social interactions. I could not in good conscience start dating a girl knowing that I would still have Rachel on the side. I would either have to lie to her, or tell her about Rachel. I couldn't see doing the former, and it was not my place to do the latter. I may have lacked dates, but my sex life certainly had no problems, so I wasn't going to complain.
"You know that I am not going to give up Rachel and everything that entails," I said.
"I know," Camille said. "I'm not asking you to. I just want to go out on a date with you and see if it leads anywhere. But you have to understand that I am not like Rachel. I'm not a slut; I may not even want to sleep with you."
"Not want to sleep with me?" I asked in indignation. "Do you really think that you can resist my charms?"
"Very funny, Jeff," she said, hitting my arm. "Be serious. Do you want to go out with me?"
"OK, I will," I decided. "I am going to tell Rachel about this, of course. She might actually get off on the fact that I am going out on real dates with one of her friends while she is made to put out at my slightest whim."
"Let me tell her," Camille asked. "I actually want to make sure it is OK with her before we do go out. I wouldn't want her to think that I am betraying her."
"All right, that's how we'll do it then," I said. "You talk to Rachel, and if after that you still want to go out with me, I'd be happy to escort you out on the town."
"Great!" Camille said, and immediately got up to go find Rachel.
That night, Rachel came to my house and burst into my room. "I heard that you want to go out with Camille!"
"How do you feel about that?" I asked her.
"It's great!" she said. "I have felt bad that you never get to do anything normal with other girls."
"You noticed that?" I asked, surprised.
"Of course!" she said derisively. "Give me some credit! Don't you think that I know what you gave up to do this for me? I just hope that you feel you are getting rewarded enough in return."
"Oh, I think the rewards are suitable," I said. "Hell, most high school kids are dating just to get into some girl's pants and I can get into yours and your mother's anytime I want."
"Uh uh," she said. She flipped her skirt up, showing me that she was naked under it. "I'm not wearing any pants."
"Seriously," I said. "How are you going to feel knowing that Camille is dating me, going out to nice places, getting squired round, while you have to spread for me whenever I want, with none of the benefits of dating?"
"Humiliated," she said. "It's horrible how you treat me, what a slut you are making me. Will you fuck me now?"
"No you slut," I said with a smile, "but you can blow me while you play with yourself."
"Oh, your little slut thanks you!" she cried, dropping between my legs and opening my pants. It didn't take long for either of us to cum.
The next weekend I picked Camille up from her house. It was actually a bit weird for me. I hadn't dated all that much before, and I hadn't dated at all for over six months. Walking up the steps of a girl's house to take her out on a date felt sort of funny. Nevertheless, we went out to dinner and a movie and had a nice time. There were a couple of surprised looks when friends saw us together, but nothing out of the ordinary.
At the end of the night, I took Camille home. On her porch, I kissed her goodnight. It was a nice first kiss, and I realized that I'd forgotten how nice dating could be. Then Camille said, "Are you going to go home and fuck Rachel and think of me?" and I realized that I'd forgotten how awful dating could be.
Having Rachel and Jess was simple. They made me feel good, relieved all the sexual energy that I had, and despite the fact that they each brought a huge amount of baggage to the table, it was well defined and manageable baggage. I'd almost forgotten the jealousies, the expectation that I knew what they wanted, that they shouldn't have to tell me, as well as the sexual politics.
I sighed and told Camille, "I don't think this is going to work out."
"What?" she exclaimed in surprise. "I thought that we both had a nice time!"
"I'm not sure if you did, but I certainly did," I said.
"Then what's wrong?" I asked.
"I don't want to play this game," I explained. "You said that you were OK with Rachel, but then you say how I should use her to relieve the sexual frustration that you leave me with. What I do with Rachel is for Rachel. OK, sometimes it is for me, when I get worked up, but it's about Rachel.
"If we are going to have a relationship, we can include Rachel and work something out, or we will be completely separate from my relationship with Rachel. If we do date, and things start getting serious, then we won't be able to keep the two relationships separate, but we can work that out when the time comes.
"Meanwhile, Rachel should have no bearing on what we do or don't do, and sending me home sexually frustrated, expecting me to use Rachel to relieve myself, is not keeping the relationships separate."
"So if I don't relieve you sexually, then we can't date?" Camille asked.
"No, you are missing the point!" I said. "If you don't relieve me sexually, then I will do what every other boy does in those circumstances: I will go home and jerk off thinking of your lovely body. But you cannot expect to drag Rachel into this without working out exactly how we all fit together."
"You mean that you can fuck Rachel, and you would go home and jerk-off thinking of me instead of using her?" Camille asked in surprise.
"Of course!" I snapped.
"Oh, Jeff!" she said, and she threw her arms around me and plastered kisses all over my face. "I knew there was a reason that I wanted to go out with you! And I promise, next time, I will not send you home frustrated."
She paused for a second and looked at me nervously. "There will be a next time, won't there?" she asked.
"If we can work out the Rachel issue, absolutely," I told her. "I had a wonderful time."
"It's worked out," Camille said. "We'll just keep the relationships separate."
"OK. I'll talk to you during the week then," I said. "Maybe we can go out again next weekend."
"I'd like that," she said.
I kissed her good night again and went home.
I saw Camille and Rachel talking together at lunch the next day, looking over at me and giggling. After school, Rachel walked home with me.
"Camille tells me that you got into a little fight last night," she said.
"Not a fight, a disagreement," I corrected.
"Over me?" she asked.
"Over you," I answered.
"She said that you told her that you'd rather jerk-off than use me to relieve yourself," she said calmly. I couldn't tell by her tone of voice if she was upset or not.
"Is that how Camille put it?" I asked.
"Not exactly, but that was the gist," she said.
"No, that isn't what happened," I explained. "I would rather have an arrangement worked out with the three of us, but I don't think that that is going to happen. If we don't have anything worked out, then I am not going to use you to release Camille from performing sexually. If she wants to come to an arrangement whereby you stand in with her, I would definitely prefer that over masturbating. But given that there is no such arrangement, I made friends with my hand last night."
"That's actually very sweet," she said.
"I'm glad you think so," I responded.
"You know that you are not going to need to do that anymore," Rachel said with a smile.
"Camille hinted at that," I replied.
"I'm not sure that she is ready to fuck you yet, but she was asking me about what you like, you know, sexually," Rachel told me. "She liked that you wanted to jerk off thinking of her instead of fucking me."
"I don't know if this is going to work out," I said quietly.
"Why?" Rachel asked.
"Because despite the fact that this was her idea, despite the fact that she knows all about us, I think that in the end she is not going to be able to deal with it."
"Well, at least have fun while you can," was Rachel's advice. It wasn't bad advice, so I decided to take it.
The next weekend I went out with Camille again, this time to a party. It was a little weird, because Rachel was there, but I was not there with her. I had not given her any instructions about this party, so she was just acting as normal Rachel. She hung out with Camille and me for part of the time, and I wondered if Camille really didn't mind that two days ago I'd had Rachel strapped to a table as I fucked her up her bruised ass.
It was a nice night, so we had walked to the party. On the way home, Camille wanted to walk through a local park. Halfway through the park, she pulled me into a small copse and said, "I'm not going to make you rub yourself raw tonight."
She pulled off her shirt and bra, giving me my first view of her lovely tits. She stepped into my arms and kissed me, allowing me to fondle her breasts. She seemed to enjoy it when I pinched her nipples gently, and she was soon writhing in my arms.
"Stop that, or I'll forget that this is supposed to be about relieving you!" she complained as she sank to her knees. She undid my belt and pants and reached into my underwear for my cock.
"Nice!" she complimented me as she pulled my cock out, then she gazed up at me with a sexy look in her eyes as she swiped the head of my cock with her tongue. I love the way a woman looks when she is on her knees in front of me, staring up at me with my cock in her mouth!
Camille engulfed my cock in her mouth and licked and sucked me, looking at me the entire time. She pulled my cock out of her mouth and slowly jacked it with her hand as she asked, "Will you cum on my tits? I promise if you cum on my tits I won't wash it off until morning. You can dream of me sleeping in my bed, naked, with your cum stuck to my chest. Would you like that?"
I just groaned as she licked the head of my cock again, and then I was spurting all over her. She got one shot on her chin and neck before squeezing the rest out onto her lovely tits. She used my cock to rub my cum all over her chest. When she was done, she gave the tip of my cock a little kiss, then tucked me back in my pants.
She picked up her bra and shirt, took my hand and started walking back home. "Aren't you going to put on your shirt?" I asked.
"In a little while," she said. "I want your cum to dry a little before I put my shirt on or it will stick."
"I didn't know that you were such an exhibitionist. If you want some time for it to dry, we can go back and I can take care of you," I told her. "After all, I don't want you to rub yourself raw tonight."
"Oh no, I don't trust myself," she said. "If you get started on me, I'll want you to fuck me, and I'm not ready for that yet."
Just before we left the park, Camille slipped her shirt back on. I kissed her goodnight and went home. In the end, however, I did jerk off in bed, thinking of Camille lying in her bed, covered in my cum.
Camille and I went out three more times. Each time was fun, and at the end of each date she sucked me off, refusing my offers of reciprocation. However, in the end, she decided to break up with me. She admitted that the thought of Rachel and me doing things while she was in a relationship with me was too much for her to handle, and she didn't want to jeopardize her friendship with me or Rachel. We did remain friends, and we still hung out together. As an added benefit, whenever she visited Rachel's house, she obeyed the no clothing rule. I think she really enjoyed the first time that I came over and saw her naked. She didn't quite say, 'Eat your heart out!', but I could tell she was thinking it.
I was very glad that Camille had given me that moment of normality in an otherwise bizarre year.