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Thursday April 13
11:28pm
CAMERON'S HOUSE

Mature Scene

"C'mon, baby," Cameron nuzzled his face into my neck and I shifted closer to the edge of the bed.

"I'm not in the mood," I told him.

He pouted. "Stop being such a prude, it's no fun. You've barely let me touch you since we got back together," he complained.

"I know I just—" I sighed. I didn't even know why I had to explain myself to him. "I don't want to, okay?"

"But that's not fair to me," I could sense the irritation in his voice. "Baby, it'll be quick." He rolled over so that he was on top of me, pinning me to the bed and started leaving a trail of wet kisses down my neck.

"Cam," I warned, and tried to push him away but he only pulled me closer.

His lips met mine and I gave in. Stoping him was hopeless, he wouldn't give in. I may as well get it over with.

He basically forced his tongue into my mouth, pressing himself harder against me.

I whimpered, but he took it the wrong way.

My eyes widened as he paused to pull off his shirt, revealing his defined torso. I knew where this was going, and as much as I didn't want to participate I was too afraid to stop him.

I was sort of feeling aroused. That was good, right? That must mean what we're doing shouldn't bother me as much as it does, right?

His lips met mine once more, his tongue feeling every inch of my mouth. I slid my hands into his hair, gripping his hair tightly, trying to ignore the nagging feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Cameron moaned into my mouth, and I pulled away for a spilt second to pull my shirt off, and Cameron growled in delight.

Warning bells were going off in my head. No, not bells—sirens. But I couldn't stop, I didn't want Cameron to be right. I didn't want to be a prude.

With an ounce of courage, I went straight to Cam's belt, helping him slide it off.

I attacked his lips, trying to clear my mind. He kissed me back, successfully sliding down his pants too. I wondered how many girls he's practiced that skill with.

I let out a yelp as he yanked my shorts down my thighs, pulling them straight off of my legs.

My heart was beating fast as Cam slid a hand into my underwear. I let him. I refused to be a prude.

"Stop," I breathed, but he kept touching me.

He brought his lips to mine but I pushed him away.

He didn't take no for an answer though. He gripped my waist and pulled me back on to him.

He attacked my mouth but I turned my head at him.

"I SAID STOP!" I screamed and he froze.

I jumped off of him. I was in a hurry to leave. I couldn't stay any longer.

"Babe," he grabbed my wrist. "Please stay. What is it? What do you want?"

"What do I want?" I demanded, "some damn respect would be great!"

"What's that supposed to mean?" He demanded.

"You've always made me feel like it was my fault," I hissed, "throughout our whole relationship I felt like I had to live up to your standards. But not anymore."

I started to dress myself and Cameron stayed silent.

"What am I suppose to do then?" He gestured to his hard-on.

"Finish it yourself," I spat, "you must be a pro at that."

I paused and sighed. "I'm sorry," I told him, "I didn't mean to hurt your feelings I just seriously don't want to do anything right now."

He nodded. "I'm sorry too," he apologized in a quiet voice.

I grabbed my phone and turned to leave but Cameron got up and blocked my way.

He cupped my cheeks and looked down at me. "I'm sorry, baby. I really am."

"I love you," he added and I resisted the urge to roll me eyes.

"I'll see you tomorrow," I told him and reached to peck his lips but he held me to his lips just a little longer as a sweet gesture.

"I love you too," I decided to add, then left.