Camren smut (g!p)

H.U.G.E (Part 3 of 4)

Previously...

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.

My cock was hardening, and I realized I wasn't going to get anything done until I came. I went into my room and started to get comfortable. I kicked off my shoes and took off my jeans. Not wanting to risk getting my shirt dirty, I took that off too, and laid back down on my bed to get comfortable.

My cock was partially hard, and I pulled it through the front of my boxers. As I started to stroke it to full hardness, an image of Camila in her underwear filled my head. I tried to picture what the green bra she was wearing might look like. My cock was soon fully hard.

Just as I was starting to really enjoy myself, an insistent knock came at the front door. I stopped for a moment, but soon relaxed. The front door locked automatically, it was impossible to accidentally leave unlocked even if I had wanted to, so I wasn't going to be interrupted. Whoever was looking for one of us would leave soon when they realized none of us seemed to be home.

I started stroking myself again, and the knock was repeated. Again I stopped, not able to really relax with someone knocking at the door. How long before they gave up? Just as I thought it was all clear, my phone started buzzing with a text message. Then another, and another.

I wasn't going to be able to relax until I dealt with this. It seems obvious now, but I was too dense to realize who it had to be. I fished my phone out of my jeans pocket to find three texts from Camila.

The first said: 'Open the door.'

The second: 'You win.'

And the third, in case her last message wasn't entirely clear, was a selfie of her right outside, a banana halfway in her mouth.

I leapt to my feet. I was feeling a mixture of emotions and odd reactions. I was surprised and excited. I also found myself scrambling for a robe or something to hide my erection, before realizing that that was stupid, given the circumstances. Bizarrely, I also wondered where she'd gotten the banana. Had she just had one lying around in her dorm? I was also oddly pleased, and relieved, that I had 'won', as immature as that sounds to me now.

I opened my bedroom door and walked through the living room towards the front door. I felt very exposed in my boxers, my cock poking through the opening, bobbing in gigantic excitement, as if leading the way to the door. I paused for a moment to tuck in into my underwear, so that even if my erection was obvious from the tent in my boxers, it wasn't completely exposed. I also didn't really want to open the door  and have anyone else who might have been passing by on the hallway, see me in this state.

I took a deep breath, composed myself, and opened the door to let Camila in. Her cheeks were bright red, and her breathing was quick. She closed the door behind her and dropped the uneaten banana in the trash can near the door. Her eyes went down to the front of my boxers, and her eyebrows lifted in surprise. She was impressed, though it was clear that she had been trying to hide it.

I started to speak, but she pressed a finger to my lips and shushed me. Taking me by the hand, she led me back to my bedroom. When I had closed the door behind us, she shrugged out of her sweatshirt and stepped out of her boots. Her body was fantastic, her stomach toned and flat. The green bra was everything I had imagined it to be. Feminine, lacy, and leaving nothing to the imagination.

She pushed me gently back onto my bed as she peeled her leggings down, a slightly less fluid operation than losing the shirt had been. My earlier curiosity was answered, as she was wearing a thong that matched her bra. My cock was painfully erect, and I was worried that I wouldn't last long enough to enjoy this, since my self-imposed celibacy had left me unused to anyone's touch but mine.

She looked amazing, and I did my best to try to remember the moment, to imprint an image of how she looked right then, as she reached back to unhook her bra and let it fall to the ground. Her breasts were glorious, firm, with hard erect nipples. Her arms started to come up as if she were getting ready to cover herself, but she fought the urge, even as her cheeks still turned red with embarrassment. She knew I was looking, and she was allowing me to have a show.

Instead, she hooked her thumbs under the sides of her thong, and she started to pull it down over her hips. I leaned forward and caught her hands to stop her, but not before she answered another curiosity. Her pussy was shaved bare, and it looked incredibly sexy.

As for why I stopped her from stripping down, I have always loved the visual image of a woman in a thong; and I wanted to enjoy it a bit longer. She pulled her underwear back up, looking a bit confused and almost hurt, but my smile reassured her. She bit her bottom lip self consciously, and at that moment she was by far the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and perhaps the most beautiful I would ever see.

She pushed me back, so that I was sitting on my bed and leaning against the wall that my bed was pushed up against. Standing in front of me, she leaned forward and took hold of the waistband of my boxers. I lifted my hips and allowed her to start to pull them down my legs, but not before the tip of my erection got caught in the underwear, and sprang back hard against my stomach when it was finally released, almost catching  her in the face in the process.

Her intake of breath was evidence of her reaction. She looked me in the eye and said, with surprise, "Oh my God, it's so big." She was smiling as she 'said' this.

I tried to take hold of her shoulders to draw her in for a kiss, but she pulled back and whispered, "Not yet."

Hesitantly at first, she took hold of my shaft with a small, delicate hand. Her fingers were just able to go all the way around it, but barely, and she started to pump my penis slowly, experimenting with it.

I am not circumcised, something which surprises many women, and I learned later that she had never touched an uncut cock before. She soon found that she could draw my foreskin over the head with each stroke. She began to pump a bit faster. She added her left hand below her right hand, and stroked me with both hands at once. She was still standing somewhat awkwardly, leaning over the side of my bed. Her position put her face quite close to the tip of my penis, and just as I was closing my eyes at the pleasure of what she was doing, she leaned farther forward and kissed the head.

She looked as if she was about to start sucking, but the position she was in was awkward. She looked around to see if there was any way she could change her position. There really wasn't enough room for her on the bed in between my legs, but if she knelt next to the bed, I would be too far away. She still kept stroking my cock, but more slowly as she looked around for a solution.

I scooted forward, so that I was basically sitting on the side of the bed, and she looked at me gratefully. Without releasing my cock from her grasp, she sank to her knees in between my legs and looked up at me. Still not speaking too loud, she whispered, "Are you ready?"

I nodded eagerly and her eyes flashed in amusement. She was still embarrassed, but not as much as before. The expression had been replaced by one of pure excitement.