Thirty
Jackson
I texted Cameron and now I’m waiting for her to come out. Damn! Here she comes. Her tits are bouncing a mile a minute. I open the car door, and she climbs in.
“Nice car!”
“Thanks!” I reach over and kiss her on the cheek. “I’ve had it a couple of years. You look beautiful.”
“Thanks. You look beautiful, too.” She smiles at me. “So tell me. Are you a psycho with a sports car? I dated one. He nearly drove it off the road.”
“No, baby. I’ve got control!”
Cameron giggles and sits back in her seat. “God, I’m starved.” She looks at me. “Do you go to Louie’s often? That’s a nice place.”
“I don’t go there often, but I figured you’d enjoy it. You go there often?”
She laughs again. “No. I haven’t been there in years.” She moves closer to me. “I’m glad you’re taking me.”
Well, if there’s one thing about this girl. She’s not shy. She’s glancing around my car now, caressing the leather seats.
“Wow, Jackson? Construction workers must make good money, huh?”
“I do okay.” I guess she’s wondering where I got the cash for this ride, but what she doesn’t know won’t hurt her.
“Yeah, you must do okay. What else do you do besides construction?”
I smile at her. “You ask a lot of questions don’t you?”
“Why? Does it bother you?”
“No, I think it’s cute.”
“Is that what I am, cute?”
“No, you’re sexy. Really sexy.”
“Good boy.” She gives me a devilish grin. She’s really laying it on thick. I like it.
Thirty-One
Cameron
I follow close behind Jackson as the waiter takes us to our table. It’s a two-seater in a cozy corner with a window overlooking the city. The ambiance of the restaurant is romantic. Lights dimmed, soft music, white tablecloths on the table. It’s the perfect restaurant for a date night, and we have the ideal spot. But I can’t sit right now. I just can’t.
“Jackson, I’ll be back in a moment, okay?”
“Sure, babe, no problem.”
I rush to the bathroom, but I don’t have to go. I’m just staring at myself in the mirror. What am I doing? I can’t believe how obvious I’ve been. I spent the whole time in the car flirting with the guy. I mean, do I not have any shame? Now he’s gonna think all I want is sex, and you know how guys are who think a girl only wants sex.
But that’s exactly what I want. I deserve it. I’m no dummy, though. If I give my heart to this guy, he’s just gonna break it like every other guy who thinks he’s got himself an easy lay. I’ll have fun with Jackson and that’s it, a one-night-stand and then back to my life.
I leave the bathroom and when I see our table, every nerve in my body tenses. Who do I see standing next to our table but my dad. Jackson is standing as well. He’s staring my dad right in the face, with no fear. What are they saying? I walk a little closer.
“Where’s Cameron?” my dad asks.
“I told you, she went to the ladies room.”
My father looks over my way. He sees me. “Cameron, come here right now.”
I slowly walk over to him.
“Are you here with this man? That’s what he tells me.”
“Yes, daddy. We’re on a date.”
“I want you to come home right now.”
“Daddy, why are you doing this? You’re embarrassing me. Your home is not my home anymore, anyhow. I live on my own, remember?”
Daddy looks back at Jackson. “I don’t want you anywhere near my daughter. Do you understand?”
“Look, sir. She can date me if she wants.”
My dad gets quiet as he’s glaring at Jackson. I know that look. He points his finger. “I’m going to make this very clear. Leave her alone or you can forget working for my team.”
“Daddy! What are you doing?”
”Your mom and I have to go, Cameron.” He kisses me on the cheek. “You call us in the morning.”
I say nothing. I’m just too pissed.
My dad gives Jackson a nasty look, and then returns to his table. He and my mom walk out of the restaurant.
I look at Jackson. “Oh my God! I’m so sorry he said those things to you.”
Jackson waves his hand. “It’s cool.”
“Is everything okay, sir?” Our waiter appears holding the menus. He undoubtedly saw the exchange that just happened.
“Everything’s fine,” says Jackson. The waiter places the menus on the table, and Jackson pulls out my chair for me as I sit in it. Then he sits across from me and looks at his menu, cool, calm and collected. My dad didn’t make a dent in this guy.
I look at my menu too and try to forget what just happened.
Thirty-Two
Cameron
Dinner was excellent, and we didn’t talk about my father at all. But back in the car, I can’t stop thinking about him, and all I can do is seethe. I’m so mad at my dad I can’t speak. Jackson can sense it. It doesn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out when a woman is pissed. I probably have the meanest look on my face right now.
My dad had absolutely no right to do what he did. Not only did he have no right to confront Jackson, he totally humiliated me.
But as soon as we get to my place, I’m changing things. I know what I want, and it’s Jackson.
We’re at my condo, standing in front of my opened front door.
“Cameron,” says Jackson. “I know you’re upset. How about if I call you tomorrow . . .”
Before he can finish his sentence, I pull him toward me. I do it with such strength that Jackson’s eyes pop open. He doesn’t expect this from me, but when I want something, I guess I can be pretty forceful. I plant my lips on his, move us inside my place and close the door.
He takes his lips away and grins. “Okay, I guess you’re not upset.”
“Oh, I’m pissed all right, but not at you.” I take Jackson’s hand in mine. The blinds in my high-rise are open as the lights from the city shine in. I pull him through my living room to my bedroom. When we’re inside the room I kiss him even harder. But now he’s pulling me close, his strong arms around me. I’m his, and he knows it. He knows that nothing my dad said can take that away. There’s just enough light shining in for me to do my striptease without turning the bedroom lights on and spoiling the mood.
I back a few steps away from him and take down my hair. He sits on my bed while he removes his suit jacket and watches me. He knows what I’m doing.
I kick off my high-heeled shoes. There are only two things I’m wearing - the black dress and black bikini panties. I pull my dress off my body and let it fall to the floor, exposing my full breasts and the rest of me in black panties. Standing there, I feel womanly and beautiful. The darkness in the room hides anything that may give me pause, although, given the look on his face, I doubt he cares about my tummy and my full hips. In fact, he looks like he’s ready to devour me.
“Jesus! You’re beautiful, Cameron. Come here.”
“No, not until you undress for me!”
He grins. “I can do that.”
He stands and unbuttons his dress shirt, staring at me the entire time when he does it. When his shirt falls to the floor, he reveals a buff chest covered with a skin-tight white t-shirt. I’ve seen that chest before, and I want to see it again. I get what I want as he pulls his t-shirt off. Then he undoes his belt and drops his pants. There he is in his underwear, and it’s all too evident that looking at me arouses him. That turns me on even more.
He comes forward, puts his arms around my waist and pulls me over to the bed. I hold eye contact with him the entire time.
When I’m lying on the bed, he pulls my panties off. At the sight of my pussy, Jackson’s facial expression changes. When he saw my breasts for the first time, I could tell I turned him on. But now, I’ve aroused him completely. His eyes dart over my body - fir
st at my tits, and then at my pussy, and then back at my tits - his cock straining against his underwear.
I reach up and grab his cock. It’s so incredibly hard; I can’t even begin to tell you.
He hops off the bed and pulls his underwear off, allowing his cock to escape. And then he climbs back on the bed and I waste no time shoving his penis into my mouth. It’s one thing to look at his cock, but with it in my mouth, it seems even bigger.
I open my mouth even wider, his cock against the opening of my throat. I try to swallow his entire cock while he moans in pleasure. God, he’s so big! I don’t want to choke! I pull him out and lick the head while I massage his balls.
”Yeah, that feels good!”
I love it when I can please a guy this way. But he pulls his cock out of my mouth. “I don’t want to come yet,” he says. He puts his mouth on my breast. He tongue licks my nipple. I don’t want him to stop. He takes his other hand and snakes it down my legs to my pussy that is so wet it’s beyond ridiculous.
“You like it, baby?” He whispers in my ear.
“You fucking know I do!”
He spreads my legs and drops his face to my pussy. Oh my God! It feels so good. I run my fingers through his hair as his tongue licks my clit so wildly. My pussy is so eager, but I want him inside me. Now!
“There’s a condom on my dresser right there,” I breathe out.
“You’re ready for me?” He says with eager eyes.
“I’ve been ready for you!”
Jackson reaches over and grabs the condom, but I change positions. He’s on the bottom now. He seems to like that I took the lead. I snatch the condom out of his hand, rip it out of the package and roll it over his large, hard dick. Then I lower myself onto him. He feels so good.
“Mmmm, you’re so tight,” Jackson moans.
I ride his cock, working him into me inch by inch. The bed creaks as I quickened my pace, placing my hands on his chest for support. My arms squeeze my bouncing breasts together.
“Ahhh, fuck! I’m about to come,” he moans. “I can’t hold it.”
“Then don’t!” I scream.
As soon as I do, Jackson howls and shoots his cum into the condom. I love listening to a guy lose it. It turns me on so much.
Thirty-Three
Cameron
It’s a Saturday night and ordinarily I would be on the couch watching one of my favorite romance movies, in my pajamas with a bowl of popcorn. Yes, I can see how that would seem pathetic to some, me, a pretty young woman, at home on a Saturday night instead of out on the town. But I had come to enjoy my movie nights, and it had become part of my routine.
But that’s not what I’m doing right now. Right now I’m getting ready to go on another date with Jackson. This will be date number two. My resolve to never see him again, after our amazing time in bed, disappeared pretty quickly. I can honestly tell you that being with Jackson that night ignited something in me that I can’t quite explain. Maybe it’s like a drug. I mean, I’m not addicted to sex. Otherwise, I would have sex all the time. But hooking up with Jackson made me want to be with him even more.
My dad doesn’t know I’m still seeing Jackson and obviously he wouldn’t be happy if he did. It was last Saturday when I went out with Jackson and since then my dad has called three times this week already.
Speaking of which, there goes my cell. And sure enough, it’s my dad. Some of my friends ignore their phones when their parents call to check up on them, but I just can’t bring myself to do that. God, it’s amazing the hold my parents have on me, well, mainly my dad. My mom couldn’t be bothered. She’s too busy at her spa appointments and tennis lessons to care what I’m doing.
“Hello?”
“Cameron, it’s your father.”
“Yes, daddy, I know. What’s going on?”
“I’m calling to invite you out to the movies and dinner tonight. We want to see that new Matthew McConaughey film.”
“Um . . . I can’t.”
“You can’t? You’re not going out with that rascal again are you?”
“Oh my God, dad, please stop. I . . . I don’t feel well. I’m staying home tonight.”
“Are you okay? Is there anything you need? Would you like for us to pick you up anything?”
“No, no. I’m going to bed soon. It’s just a little tummy trouble. I’m okay.”
“Okay, I’ll check on you later.”
“Dad, I’m fine. You go enjoy the movie and dinner with mom.”
“So . . . where are you taking me? I look over at Jackson. This time he’s wearing a gray suit with no tie, his white shirt unbuttoned and showing some chest. That suit is so expertly tailored it fits his sexy body like a glove. He’s sitting in the driver’s seat, maneuvering his fancy ride, but I can just tell when he steps out of this sports car he’s going to make me wet just looking at him. Damn, this guy is hot, and why does he have to wear such nice cologne? He looks good, he smells good. It’s killing me.
“I thought we’d eat at Artisan.”
“Okay, now you’re trying too hard.” I laugh.
“I am?”
“Well, for one thing, to get a table in that place, you have to book it months in advance.”
“I have connections.”
“Oh, really?”
“Yes.”
I suppose I could drill him more on how the heck he got a table at Artisan last minute, but I guess I’ll leave it alone for now. Besides, I should be grateful that he wants to wine and dine me at fancy restaurants. “Thank you for taking me.”
“You’re welcome, beautiful.” He gives me a sexy smile. “You look amazing in that dress.”
This time I’m wearing a skintight red custom Calvin Klein that I bought last year. Is it “off the rack?” Nope. No other woman has this dress but me. Cost me a fucking fortune, of course, but it hugs my curves in all the right places.
“Thank you!” We pull up to the restaurant. “It’s a good thing we’ve arrived,” I say. “Otherwise, I’d have to fuck you right here in this car.”
“Yeah? Who’s gonna wipe up after that fountain you make?”
I hit him on his arm. “Hey! Stop it!” He’s right though. Jackson makes me so wet that I’m definitely like a fountain.
We’re inside the ultra-modern Artisan. It’s one of the newest restaurants in town, but absolutely one of the most expensive, at least for this area. Milwaukee isn’t Chicago or New York, but we do have some nice restaurants.
We’ve chosen a booth overlooking the lake. I study Jackson as he looks at his menu. He really is a gentleman, taking me to nice restaurants, wearing his best clothes. I don’t know where he gets all this money from, but maybe he saves it. I don’t know. Of course, he drives a Ferrari, and it doesn’t look used. Maybe he comes from rich parents and just doesn’t want to tell me.
“You tell your father you’re with me?” Jackson asks.
“No. Of course not.”
“He’s gonna find out, sooner or later.”
I laugh. “Not unless you tell him. He’s my father, but he doesn’t own me, Jackson. I can date who I please.”
Thirty-Four
Jackson
Cameron and I have had drinks and some appetizers. So far so good, and her father hasn’t shown up to ruin the mood. But I just got a text from a buddy of mine. He says he’s here in this restaurant and he spotted me, and he says he’s got some news for me. Is it a gig? I’m supposed to meet him in the bar, but dude’s got to realize I’m on a date. Guess I better make up an excuse. Here comes the waiter. I’ll get our order in and then leave for a few.
I’m standing at the restaurant bar waiting for Hamilton. He’s a guy I did a couple of jobs with last year. Nothing too serious, but the cash was good. I told him if he had something to say to me, he’d better get here quick. I don’t want to keep Cameron waiting.
Here he comes. The guy’s old enough to be my dad, and he’s been in the life for a long time, but he’s cool. We shake hands.
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sp; “What is it?” I say. “You got some good news for me?”
“Yeah, that’s exactly it. Sorry for the short notice, Jackson. We’re putting a team together for a casino job. Long con. We meet for the first time tomorrow night. If you’re in, I’ll put you on the list.”
“We’re talking good money?”
Hamilton stares at me like I’m crazy. “Really? Who do you think you’re talking to? Do you think I’d bother telling you about this if the money wasn’t gold?”
“Sorry. Yeah, I’m in.”
“Good. I’ll text you the details. If your ass doesn’t show up tomorrow night, you’re out. Got it?”
“Yeah, I got it. Thanks for the break, man.”
“By the way, Jimmy tells me you’re working some construction job. You feelin’ that shit?”
“It’s okay.”
He laughs. “Yeah, until the money runs dry. You think you can wine and dine a fine lady like that on that kind of pay? I saw the lady you’re with.”
“Mind your own business, Ham. Text me the fucking information, and I’ll be there tomorrow night. Cool?”
“Yeah, cool.”
“You serious?” says Colton
I’m on the phone with him. He’s done nothing but give me a hard time about the meeting I’ve got tonight. He’s changed in every way, including becoming a smug bastard. “Yeah, I’m serious. “
Colton lets out a huge sigh on the other end of the line. “I’m not bailing your butt out of jail.”
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