What was I thinking?! I actually agreed to a date. How did that happen? Oh yeah, he's extremely hot and he called me gorgeous, along with saying 'please'. I swear I'm losing my mind.
Dressing for this is possibly one of the most difficult things I've done in a VERY long time. I know that's an extreme exaggeration, but here I am, trying on every dress I own and suddenly hating them all. Meg came over to my cabin to help me get ready, but I'm still completely lost.
"I hate my clothes! Why do I even have all this? They just end up in a suitcase and I never wear them."
"Let me check my cabin, I'll be right back."
"I can't wear your clothes! I'm twice your size!"
But she either didn't hear me while sprinting to her place or chose to ignore me. After about 20 minutes, she came back with a fantastic black dress.
"How am I supposed to fit into this?"
"It's too long on me, it goes past my knees and, which is so not my style."
"So why do you even have it?"
"Thought I'd give a shot. Epic fail."
Megan tried so hard to act younger, but we were the same age. It made me giggle while I slipped on the dress. I couldn't believe my eyes, it fit! And well! The stretchy material is super comfortable and makes my curves look almost... deliberate. Although, I do wish it was a little longer, it came to my mid-thigh. But I was actually looking forward to his reaction now.
"Wow! We are so going clubbing once this camp session is done. You look hot in that dress. You are so gonna get you laid soon, even if I have to do it myself."
That made me laugh, hard. Megan is a lot of things, but she's not gay. Not by a long shot. She does relationships, because she truly believes in our camp mission, but she really good at finding the wrong man, everytime.
There actually was a time I considered trying my luck with a woman. Maybe it wouldn't hurt, but the more I looked, the more I realized I'm just not attracted to them. I'm thankful I have good friends who are gay, often former guests at camps. They showed me the light and made me see what I already knew, that it's not a choice.
"Meg if we were attracted to each other, I would have had you long ago."
That made her jump in on the laughter.
"Ok, now shut up and let me pretty you up for Mr. Sexy. Don't worry, I'll keep it light. Just gotta bring out those fantastic eyes. Ugh, I would kill for your eyes."
"Now who needs to shut up and get to work?"
She said yes, even though it took far too much effort, she's actually coming over.
The minute I saw Christine, I knew I had to have her. Even when she gave me shit for something I had no power over, I bent over backwards to deal with her problem. I even had to double the pay for my kitchen staff, on top of bringing in every extra person that they could find on short notice. The costs won't even be covered by the additional charge to her group, but I'm in over my fucking head, and I hadn't even shown interest at that point.
I really hope she appreciates it, but its not like I'm going to tell her we're losing money with this deal. I could have booked ten groups in the month they're here, but took on the mammoth challenge of hosting them, mainly because it was a tax write-off (being a religious organization, technically).
But all that stress rolls off my shoulders when I think about her. Damn, she's been on my mind non-stop since yesterday morning. She stormed up to me, all hot and bothered. It was sexy as hell. I couldn't help but mess with her. Watching her blush, quickly became my favorite pass time.
When she walked in on me naked, I was so tempted to throw her on the bed and fuck the shit out of her. But she ran out and I really did need a shower. Usually it would have only taken a few minutes, but I had to take care of my massive hard on, thanks to the minx outside my bedroom door. It helped, up until I laid eyes on her again. Shit I am in so much trouble here.
This morning I had decided to take her up on her offer to sit in on a few classes, mainly so I could see her again. But also because I still didn't quite believe that her camp wasn't a giant orgy, which I would very much like to participate in. Sadly, her description of the camp was spot on.
Religion and I have a bad history. Most of my life was spent in private Catholic Schools and it turned me off to religion forever. Half of the so-called 'saints' are bigger sinners than most convicts I know. Plus, I endured beatings every other day from my nut job of a father, all in the name of God. So, yeah, I could do without hearing any Bible shit.
I turned up at the main building to grab a binder and see the class schedule, only to find a huge crowd gathered for the initial class. Taught by the gorgeous minx herself. Perfect.
Every time she said the word 'sex' I felt my pants get tighter. I swear she was doing it just to get to me. Some of the other stuff she said was interesting, nothing my uber-religious parents or teachers would have agreed with, but I found that to be refreshing.
Shit, the food! My reflection on the events of this morning almost made me burn the fish, and that would not be good. Burnt fish smells awful. I checked on my creation and thankfully it had just cooked to perfection.
I placed it in a covered dish and worked on the instant rice. She should be here any minute. Why the hell am I nervous? I'm not a play-boy, but I get around. I've never been this nervous about a girl before.
I heard her car pull up and took the rice off, perfect timing. I went to the door to let her in and froze. She looked like a fucking goddess.
I'm gonna marry this woman! Wait... What. The. Fuck did I just think?!?! Damn I am in so much trouble here.
Also, I was way underdressed. My ripped jeans and tight tee were no match for the drop dead dress she had on. Did I not explain to her that we were staying in?
She mistook my confused expression and started to bolt.
"Wait!"
I wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her there. Pulling her back to my chest, I instantly smelled her fresh scent. She smelled like baby powder and flowers, a surprisingly amazing combination. I couldn't help but bury my face into her neck.
"Um, Eli? What are you doing?"
She was breathing deep, her chest heaving with every breath. Meaning she was just as turned on as I was.
"Just giving you a proper welcome. I wouldn't want that dress to be put on in vain, so no more running. Okay?"
"Okay."
God, her voice was incredible. I let her go, but slowly. I scraped my hand over her midsection and felt her tense up. I hoped it was because of the surprise of it, and not anger.
Letting her go, I went back into the kitchen to finish up. Adding some seasoning to the rice, then dishing it up with the fish, I was met with her approval. She was impressed. Oh honey, if this impresses you, just wait until later.
Dinner was actually really enjoyable. For the most part we made small talk, passing the time with ease. I still had to flirt though, seeing her blush was like an addiction. I had to adjust myself on more than one occasion.
We ended up staying at the table and talking long after the food was gone. I asked if she wanted dessert, but like most women, she declined. Probably thinks that actually eating in front of a man is terrifying. I'm surprised she didn't ask for a salad. At least she agreed to coffee and we moved to the living room.
I motioned for her to lead the way, using the 'ladies first' line. Which is really just a ploy to watch her ass while walking to the other room. Fuck, I'm doomed.
She sat on the couch, as close to the armrest as she could get. I chuckled silently and shook my head. How is she such a prude when she talks about sex all day? Maybe I was attracted to the enigma, not her. No, it was her. The confused curiosity just added to her allure.
"I won't bite..... Yet."
"I should go."
Shit!
"Stop, I'm sorry. I was just messing with you, really. Don't go yet. The cabins at the camp don't have TV's, so you're welcome to stay and watch something, if you want."
I could see the gears turning in her head. It was adorable.
"I don't know. I can't deny that I'm attracted to you, but a physical relationship is just not in the cards for me, so staying here any longer might give you the wrong idea."
Well damn, that's the nicest (and only) rejection I've ever gotten. But there was no way I was giving up that easy.
I made my way over to her and lightly placed my hands on her hips.
"CeCe, look at me. Obviously someone hurt you in the past, but I'm not that guy. Practice what you preach, live a little. Stay."
I leaned forward and kissed her. Hard. At first she stiffened and started to pull back. Placing a hand behind her head, I pulled her in closer. After a few seconds, she started kissing back. Her hands went to my neck and mine went to her amazing ass. Backing her up to the wall, my hands continued their tour over her body.
Damn, she could kiss! How the hell is she single? I slowly made my way to her thighs, attempting to be gentle and not to scare her away. I wanted her so bad it literally hurt.
Once I got to her center, she gasped and pushed me back. What. The. Fuck.
"Stop. I can't. We can't. I need to leave."
I stood there in stunned silence. I knew she had said that sex wasn't going to happen, but the way her body was reacting to me, I was sure she'd changed her mind.
I heard her car start and saw the headlights illuminate the wall through the window. It took a good two minutes for her to back out and leave. Once again teasing me with the possibility of her turning the car off and returning to our previous state. But no, she drove off and left me with the bluest balls I've ever had.
I didn't know how much more of I could take. No, I did. I would do just about anything to get her in my bed.