Camren smut (g!p)

H.U.G.E (Part 2 of 4)

Lauren g!p

Previously...

"No," I said thoughtfully, even as I enjoyed the sight of her. She was wearing a fairly typical college girl uniform. Dressy boots, black leggings, and an over-sized sweatshirt. It came down far enough to cover half of her pert ass, though I had noticed that when she moved, the shirt shifted and revealed even more of her glorious rear. I had checked out her ass earlier, and already noticed the absence of any visible panty line through the thin material. Was she wearing a thong? Or no underwear at all?

She had expanded the neck hole of her sweatshirt, to make it wide at the neck, revealing her toned shoulder and a surprisingly dainty-looking green bra strap. It also revealed some cleavage, as had obviously been her intention. She looked fantastic, and I felt my cock stir a bit in my jeans. It had been a long time for me.

"No?" She looked almost offended that I had turned down the opportunity to see her naked. "Are you sure?" she asked, taking a deep breath that emphasized her chest.

"No," I said thoughtfully. "I'll go with the blowjob."

"No deal. You've got a lot of nerve!" The outrage, however, seemed more put on than real, as if she was reacting the way she thought she was supposed to act.

"Remind me, Camz. How did this conversation start in the first place? I think it was along the lines of 'let me see your dick, Lo?' wasn't it?"

"Okay, fair enough. But I'm not sucking your dick just to get a look at it."

"Okay, fine. So you don't have to suck it, and you don't have to see it either. Easy."

My annoyance at this point was getting mixed with sexual frustration. I had been celibate for too long as a result of my determination not to get lucky just because of my 'Huge' status. But now the thought of seeing Camila naked in return for showing her my dick was more tempting than I would have imagined. I wanted to get off, and not with my hand again.

We walked in silence for a bit, our feet crunching through the fall leaves that covered the campus walkways. We were in the most scenic part of the old campus, and the part that was in every admissions brochure. The leaves had peaked a few weeks before, but the scenery was still gorgeous. It was almost surprising not to see a tour coming through.

Almost reading my earlier thought, she broke the silence with a surprising counteroffer. "What about a handjob? I could jerk you off."

She looked a bit embarrassed, but almost less at the offer itself than at the fact that her continued negotiation revealed her own eagerness to see my cock. The offer was very tempting. A naked Camila, stretched out next to me in my bed, her breasts pressed against me, her head maybe on my chest, as her hand stroked my erection.

Speaking of erections, if I didn't get my thoughts under control, I was going to be sporting a full blown one pretty soon, and for me in particular this was a hard thing to keep under wraps.

I shook my head as if to dispel the tempting vision. We were only a few minutes walk from our dorms.

"Well?" she pressed, "Do we have a deal?"

I paused. Why not? Basically, she was offering to come to my room, get naked and jerk me off, just in exchange for getting to see my dick, which was a better afternoon than the one I had planned.

I was going to tell her no. Oddly though, the main reason was a desire not to back off from my opening demand. It felt as if saying yes would be to 'lose'. I have always been very competitive, and I hated losing. I had laid out terms, and I couldn't go back on them.

"Sorry Camz. You know what it's going to take. A blowjob."

Now she looked pissed. "You're really going to turn down getting me naked and jerking you off? This isn't some little sorority airhead you're talking to, Lo. This isn't an everyday opportunity, and the offer isn't going to be on the table much longer."

I shrugged, not saying anything. We walked together for a few minutes, in silence. As it got drawn out, it got more awkward. The longer neither of us said anything, the harder it was for either of us to start, and it somehow felt like a competition. The first one to speak would lose.

We got to the entrance of the dorm. I used my ID to unlock the door. She held the outer door for me, and I returned the favour with the inner one. Still no words. We reached the hallway where we'd have to go in opposite directions. We looked at each other, and each of us raised an eyebrow questioningly at the other. The unspoken question seemed obvious, 'Are you going to do it my way?'

And both of us 'said' no.

I turned and walked towards my door, fighting the urge to go after her. As strange as our conversation had been, it had flipped a switch in me. I wanted Camila. I wanted to see her naked, maybe as much as she wanted to see my cock. I wanted to feel her hand on me, but I couldn't go back on what I had said.

I was relieved to see that the Three Stooges, as I thought of my roommates, weren't around. We had a pretty nice suite. Like most rooms in that dorm, it contained a spacious common living room, with four small bedrooms, one for each occupant. The bedrooms were truly tiny, so small that it was a challenge to put more than the dorm bed and chest of drawers in it. All of us, in fact, had our desks in the living room.

I went to my desk intending to study, since I was behind in my reading, but I couldn't concentrate. The words wouldn't register, and I gave up after reading the same paragraph three times. Camila kept running through my mind. The thought of her body, the memory of her voice offering to give me a handjob, a fantasy of her on her knees in front of me, stretching her lips around my cock.