18 - Early Morning

*I love you guys. Thank you for saving me from myself this weekend. – Camille*
Camille woke up at about one Sunday morning, snuggled between Athos and Aramis. If Porthos could have gotten leave from the Army, he would have found himself a spot in the bed also. There had been many nights that the boys had done rock, paper, scissors to see who would be at the foot of the bed. Smiling to herself, she wondered if they did the same thing with Priscilla.
Or if in her take charge way, simply told them where they would be sleeping.
It was then that she wondered how often the other two of the trio ended up in Aramis and Megan’s bed. And how she reacted to that. Stifling a laugh, she pictured the prim and proper Megan, Priscilla’s former bully and her senior class head cheerleader, had first reacted to everything that the three did.
There were many nights that she remembered that the three of them would pile into one bed because they were too drunk to figure out where everybody belonged. Even though she was tipsy, she remembered the confused look on the other woman’s face when all five of them crawled into bed with her.
Athos had pulled Priscilla into his arms and declared that ‘This one’s mine.’ And then he fell into a drunken sleep. Aramis had done the same with Megan with the declaration of ‘Hands off, asshole.’ Porthos had grabbed Camille and settled on the edge of the large bed that had previously been in Ink’s room.
“I get the best.”
She had slept for almost two hours that night before crawling out of bed and heading for her reading alcove. Nights like these, when sleep would not find her anymore tonight, she missed her alcove. But here, at the Cajun’s clubhouse in Louisiana, she had the back porch.
Carefully sliding out from between the two men, she grabbed her cardigan and latest book, almanac for 1969. Giving a whispered command for Tink to stay with Athos, she quietly slipped from the room and down the hall to the kitchen. With her water bottle filled up, she headed for the back porch.
As soon as she stepped out, she knew that she was not alone. It wasn’t his cologne that gave him away. Although she did take a deep breath and savor the scent of the cologne and cigar. Nor was it the red glow from the cigar in his hand. Or the subtle sound of the rocker moving on the wooden slats.
No, it was none of the tell-tale signs that he was there. It was the way that her body came alive. Goose pimples broke out across her skin as the hair on the back of her neck stood her. A sensation much like that of a steep dive on a roller coaster formed in her belly. Her heart began to race, and her breathing quickened. Between her legs began to heat and tingle.
Aramis was right. Her pussy had not seen any action since the bunny at the motherhouse had taken Camille to one of the back rooms and went down on her. It had been just days before her winter break was over, and she couldn’t wait to get back down here. To school. To *him*. To the life that she was building away from prying eyes.
Not that there weren’t prying eyes down here.
She knew that several people either called or sent messages to her father and Toad about what she was doing. They probably thought that they were doing the right thing. After all, she was a president’s daughter staying at a clubhouse.
If they only knew that both her parents had encouraged her to ‘explore the possibilities’ without a hundred and fifty uncles and brothers watching over her. But there was only one person that she wanted to explore any possibilities with.
Other than a few chaste kisses, he had made no attempt to take things further since that first night. She could still feel his hardness through his jeans and her pajama pants. When she slipped her fingers inside her panties, that was what she thought of as she rubbed her clit and pumped her fingers in and out of herself. The fierce kiss was what she remembered when she pulled up the porn websites and watched a black man fuck a white woman.
His large, strong hands on her body, was the sensation that would send her over the edge each and every time. The way that he had pulled her into his lap and pressed her against his hard cock trapped behind the straining zipper. How the callouses felt against her nipples.
What it would feel like to have one of those hands come down hard on her ass while the other one squeezed the breath out of her throat.
Yeah, she knew that she was a fucked-up bitch. She was still a virgin, partially by choice and partially because there was no way she was fucking a Saint, but she already knew that she was not vanilla. Dom had shown her how to do breathe play on herself. The other woman had taught her where to place her fingers and thumb to cut off her air supply without the need for ropes or leaving any marks.
And after sneaking down into her playroom in the basement of the Shack, Dom hap strapped her to one of the crosses and flogged the back of thighs. With her thighs red, bod trembling and tears streaming down her cheeks, Dom stepped up behind her, cut off her air supply and gave a soft command.
“Come for me. Let me see those juices of yours slow down those beautiful thighs.”
Camille often wondered what Darkness would say if she admitted to him what got her off. Would he enjoy it? Or would he think that something was seriously wrong with her? And what of the other thing that she enjoyed? Would he understand?
The *other* thing that got her off, the one that the Saints did know about, put a lot of the men off from pursuing her. Blame it on the activities that took place in the back hallway by her reading alcove that turned her into a voyeur.
Looking at the figure that sat in the dark, she couldn’t help but wonder what his opinion would be.
“Come sit with me.” Darkness said softly and she stepped towards him. When she stood in front of him, he pulled her into his lap and kissed her on the top of her head. His arms snaked around her to hold her small body next to his. Twisting, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against his chest.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes… something happened to me last year at prom. I… I…”
“Shhhh… you don’t have to tell me anything that you don’t want to. If you’re not ready to tell me, then don’t.” he pressed another kiss to her hair. “I would like to know, but not until you’re ready.”
She murmured her thanks as she snuggled in as close as she could.
“Has anything ever happened between you and them?”
“No,” she shifted to look at his face. “The three of them are too much like my brothers.”
“Good.” He gave her a light kiss.
“Darkness…” she whispered against his lips.
“My little Cam…” he breathed out as he caressed her cheek. “Have you ever…”
After a moment of silence, she prodded him, “Have I ever what?”
He gave a brief shake of his head. “Midnight pancakes?”