Breaking and Entering

Her skin felt warm and smooth against his, soft as he'd always known she'd be. He couldn't help but remember the way she'd felt in his arms, clinging to him, her nude body pressed against him. DJ couldn't help but wish that she hadn't turned to him in fear but rather in passion and want. His eyes traveled over the shorts and top she had worn to bed, wondering what she would look like in satins and laces and felt his cock stir at the image his mind conjured up of her slender pale body dressed in black satin. Cami would be magnificent in black satin.

"Earth to DJ? Hey, DJ are you in there?" Cami waved her hands in front of his face, drawing him from his fantasy of slowly stripping the black satin from her skin.

"Oh, yeah, sorry. What were you saying?" His cheeks flushed in embarrassment as she gave him a calculating look. She must know what he'd been thinking; she was looking at him suspiciously.

"Have you been drinking?"

"Drinking? No, I only had a couple of beers in the beer tent at the beach, nothing since I left here. Why?"

"Well something's got you acting weird."

She shrugged and he watched as the strap from her tank top fell from her shoulder, catching against her arm, exposing the upper curve of her plump breast. He knew from earlier that she was gorgeous with a set of tits that could stop traffic, and this teasing glimpse had him squirming next to her, a light sheen of sweat breaking out on his upper lip. God he wanted her.

"Did it ever occur to you that you have me weird?" he asked before he could stop himself.

"Huh?" Cami's eyes grew hard. "What do you mean by that? Are you implying that what happened to me earlier is my fault?"

The shocked expression on his face would have placated Cami but she was seeing red. "Don't be dumb, Cami. I know you didn't ask for it?"

"Yeah, right, I know what you're thinking. I was outside sunbathing nude and those guys saw me and knew I must be a slut because who else but a slut runs around outside naked. I must want to be fucked and fucked hard. So yeah, let's give her what she's asking for even though she's screaming no and fighting...mmph."

His lips were hard on hers stopping her words. His arms wrapped around her body, yanking her over and onto his lap, letting her feel the hard length of his cock against her hip.

DJ felt her hands, balled into fists, pushing against his shoulder for a moment then they opened, her palms running over his shoulders and around his neck, one hand twining in his dark hair. Her mouth opened under his, her tongue coming out to play and tangle with his, gentling his kiss into one that no longer punished but gave.

Her body was still warm from sleep, and soft under the light clothing she wore. He could feel the tips of her breasts as they hardened, pushing against the fabric that separated their skin, poking against his chest like little flames. Her thigh was against his cock, pressing with delicious intimacy that sent his desire flaming.

"Oh, God, Cami," he moaned against her mouth. "I want you."

He heard her breath catch, felt her hand grip his shoulder and then she was turning in his arms, her legs coming around to straddle him so that she faced him. Dragging her lips from his, she reached for his shirt, pulling it up and over his head until all that tanned hard skin was bare to her eyes and exploring hands. She stared at him a moment, enjoying the way her pale skin looked against his dark body as she stroked down his chest, stopping to investigate every place she thought would bring him pleasure.

When her hand brushed under the jean material at his waist, he thought he'd burst. He groaned his head falling back leaving his throat bared to her lips and teeth. Gritting his teeth, he felt her hot mouth against his skin, his hands coming up to her tank top, grabbing the material and pulling it over her head.

The thin material ripped as he dragged it from her arms. Cami laughed, wicked and soft, sending a shot of lust through his system that was hotter than anything he'd felt before. And then her breasts, bare and lush, were against his chest, their soft weight more delicious than anything he'd ever felt before.

He felt so good Cami felt the purr that came from her start at her toes and work its way up. Leaning against him, feeling his bare skin against hers was erotic and sensual torture of a kind she didn't want to give up. Her mouth sought his, hearing his breath catch, the sound like an intimate caress. She could feel herself growing wet and pressed her crotch against the hard bulge that pushed against the denim of his cut offs.

She teased him, undulating against him with tempting motions, each one ending with her pressed against him. DJ tore his mouth from the sweetness of hers, his breathing a ragged hiss between his teeth. "Where did you learn to move this way?" he croaked.

"Lap Dancing 101," she teased, circling her hips before grinding against him. "All the freshman girls have to take it, it's required."

"I need to go to college," he moaned, grabbing her hips and pulling her against him. "I wanna volunteer my time to the class. They can practice on me."

"Oh, sorry, they don't accept beach bums," she leaned over and kissed him, taking the rancor out of her words. "But I do," she whispered, leaning close to his ear. "You should see what we have to do to ace the exam."

He growled as her tongue teased the inside of his ear, slipping sensuously around the whorl until he grabbed her waist and flipped her over, pushing his weight between her thighs to hold her still. "You're enjoying yourself aren't you?" He pushed her hands above her head, and then slid his palms down her slender arms, enjoying the way she felt beneath him. His fingers trailed across her shoulder and over the slight hill of her collarbone slipping steadily downward until he could cup the roundness of her breast in his hand.

Cami felt a thrill of fear rush through her as he pinned her under him and for one moment DJ's tanned face changed to a dark mask and muddy brown eyes that gleamed with lust and malice. "No!" she cried, pushing her hands against his chest and knocking him backward to scramble up and cower by her pillows, grabbing one to cover her naked breasts. "Don't touch me!"

DJ slowly picked himself up from the floor where she'd knocked him, holding out his hand. "Cami," he said quietly, his voice soft and full of the pain he felt for her. "It's me, DJ. You're safe."

She looked up at him, the fear slowly draining from her face to be replaced by anger and embarrassment. "Oh, God. DJ, I'm sorry. I...You looked like that man that tried to..."

"Shh, baby, it's okay." He sat next to her, close but not touching. "It's to be expected, Cami, considering what you've been through."

"Do I disgust you?" she asked him suddenly. "I mean, you saw what he was doing to me. Does that make me...dirty to you?"

He stared at her in shock. "Cami how could you even think such a thing? None of that was your fault. None of it," he said, his voice strong.

Cami dropped the pillow and threw herself into his arms. She felt safe with him, with the way his arms enclosed her in his warmth, his head resting gently against her hair, his hand stroking over her back with comforting touches. "I've never been so scared in my entire life," she whispered as tears flowed down over her cheeks, wetting his shoulder.

"But it's over now, baby," he said, kissing her hair softly. He hated the fact that she had to go through this and wished he'd done more damage to the assholes who'd hurt her. "Shh," he whispered as she trembled against him.

Very slowly DJ twisted them both around and managed to lie back on the bed, Cami locked against his chest. Her sobs had dwindled to an occasionally hiccup by the time he pulled the blanket up and over the two of them, reaching over her to flick the switch on the bedside lamp. The darkness in the room seemed to cocoon the two of them, as if they were the only two people in the world.

"Go to sleep," he whispered, stroking her long hair where it flowed down her back and onto the bed. "I'll be here in case you need me."

Cami sighed, closing her eyes and breathing deeply. His scent, sunshine and beach, male mixed with just a hint of sweat, flooded her senses and made her feel safe. She could hear his heart beating in her ear from where her head was pressed against his chest. And the warmth of his body around hers so alive and gentle.

When her breathing evened out and he was sure she was asleep, DJ tried to slip out from under her, only to feel her arms tighten around him. She murmured in her sleep and he caught the sound of his name. With a smile, he pulled her closer, kissing her head and told himself he could sleep a few hours here and be out of the house before either of their parents woke up.

~*~

"Cam, honey? I've brought you some breakfast." Clarissa opened her daughter's bedroom door after tapping on it lightly. She walked over to the bed, balancing the tray with her daughter's favorite omelet, three slices of bacon and toast along with a huge glass of orange juice, with ease. "Come on, honey. It's time to get up."

DJ woke slowly, opening bleary eyes to see light yellow walls with white trim. His mind was just as bleary as his eyes and for a moment he didn't know where he was. And then the memory of last night came back to him and he smiled, feeling her soft form snuggled against his side, her back to him. Cami's long hair was across his chest and her hand was tangled in his that he had tucked under her.

"Come on, kiddo, time to rise and shine."

His first thought on hearing Clarissa's voice was...Oh shit. He felt Cami stirring next to him, her body moving with intimate ease against his. And then when Clarissa spoke again, Cami stopped moving and he knew she was awake and as aware of what trouble they were in as he was.

"I'm up, Mom. Give me a few minutes to get dressed, okay?" Her voice was muffled by the blanket that had gotten pulled up so that she could barely see anything but the wall above her bed.

"No problem, dear. I'll just leave your breakfast here."

Cami felt relief flood through her as she heard the clink of dishes as her mother sat down the tray. Footsteps moved around the room and then she heard her mother gasp. Cami closed her eyes, knowing what had been found. She'd tossed DJ's shirt onto the floor last night, his flip flops were kicked off when he'd curled into bed with her.

And her mother held them in her hands.

"Cameron Anne James," her mother said, her voice soft with warning. "What is this?"

Cami turned and stared up at DJ who stared back at her with an oh shit look on his face. He sighed and his hand pulled down the blanket, staring at Clarissa with an embarrassed smile.

"Hi Clarissa," he said finally. "How are you?"

"Daniel Thomas," she said, her voice shocked. "What are you doing here?"

"I was worried about Cami, Clarissa, so I showed up last night to see how she was."

"And how did you end up in her bed together?" her mother's lips were pursed tight with disapproval.

Cameron sat up, holding the sheet to her naked breasts. "It's my fault, mom. I got upset and DJ held me. We both fell asleep. Nothing happened, mom, really."

Clarissa glanced askance at Cameron's bare shoulders and the deep cleavage left just under the sheet. "You were so upset you had to take off your clothes?"

"That's my fault, Clarissa. I accidentally ripped her tank top." DJ knew how lame that sounded but he couldn't come up with any better story.

"I think it's time you leave now DJ. I need to speak with my daughter."

DJ slid out of bed, looking back at Cami once as she sat amidst the mussed covers, her hair down around her shoulders, looking sleepy and beautiful. He tried to smile at her reassuringly, but she stared down at her blanket, her fingers kneading the material nervously. "I'll call you later, Cami," he said, taking his shirt from Clarissa and slipping his feet into his shoes.

Cami glanced up and tried to smile.

And then he slid out of the room, walking down the stairs and slipping out the door before his father could see him. He felt like a coward, running away and leaving Cameron to take the blame for everything instead of staying and taking his part of the blame. If she'd but said one word, he'd have stayed, just one word. But she hadn't.

Hopping into his car, he stared up at the window for just a second, seeing Cami staring down at him. She waved, and then turned away and walked away from the window.

~*~

Cameron hurried out of the house a couple of hours later, determined to continue with her life as if what had happened to her was no big deal. She wouldn't allow those men to dictate their will upon her and disrupt her life more than they already had.

She drove the twenty miles to her college, hiked through the huge campus and took her seat in her first class of the day, Psychology and Abnormal Behavior. Forcing herself to smile and joke was a little more difficult but she managed to get through the class and the normal coffee clutch discussion afterward.

And then she was off to Chemistry to take her final.

After a grueling ninety minute exam that had her head aching and her brain spinning, she ducked her friends and headed back across campus to go home.

The parking structure was almost unusually quiet for this time of day, but then again, she usually went down to the student union and had coffee after class. For all she knew this could be normal. But it made her nervous, this big warehouse size garage that echoed her footsteps as she hurried towards her car. She got out her keys before she got to the car, determined to get inside and to lock the door behind her and then sit and have a nervous breakdown.

She never made it. There was the sound of squealing tires, the smell of burning rubber and then two hands reached out and grabbed her arm, holding her tightly and yanking her into a van. A hood was drawn over her face, thick material that blocked out all light and also made it difficult to breath. Her heart raced as she felt the hands that had grabbed her run over her body and then heard a distinctive metal clanking noise.

Handcuff bracelets were put around her wrists, securing them behind her before she could even think of fighting back; her keys were taken from her as was her book bag. She heard a car door slam and then the sliding door of the van was trundled shut. Cami was thrown backwards by the forward velocity of the van as who ever was driving floored the accelerator.

It all happened so suddenly, she didn't have a chance to be scared until she was sitting on the floor of the van, a hand on the small of her back holding her down.

"Please, don't...hurt me," she whimpered, hating the sound of her voice muffled and whiny sounded behind the hood.

"Behave and we won't have to," a male voice said above her head. "It really depends on your parents; if they can talk the police into dropping the charges on our buddies then you have nothing to worry about. If not," his voice lowered menacingly, his hand slid down and ran with deliberate meaning over her jean covered ass, "we might have to make sure they know we mean business."

Cami held her breath as he squeezed her bottom through the worn denim. She'd survived one attempted rape only to be taken hostage and subjected to more humiliation.

"Don't," she pleaded, trying to squirm away from his marauding hand. But he was too strong, squeezing and rubbing her butt cheeks with little grunts of appreciation. "Please," she gasped, fighting for air under the thick material of the hood. "I'll behave. Please stop!"

She heaved a huge sight of relief when he removed his hand, only to shriek in surprise and fear when she was flipped on to her back, her hands pressing into her skin as she lay upon them. His hand was back, pulling up the plain red tee shirt she'd thrown on this morning until it lay above her breasts, exposing lacy red cups of her bra that barely restrained the mounds of her flesh.

"Nice," he said, letting his hand slither across her body. He stroked the skin across her ribs, creating a wave of goose flesh that had her nipples hardening despite her fear and loathing. Pulling down one red silk cup, he stroked the tip of his thumb across her hard nipple, squeezing with his fingers. Cameron gasped loudly, fear and humiliation fighting for dominance in her slender body.

A cry of fear was wrung from her only seconds later as warm lips were wrapped around her quivering nipple and a wet tongue began stabbing at the hard peak. He suckled noisily upon her as she tried desperately to wiggle away. But it was impossible and soon he had pushed her bra above her breasts, the band at the bottom tight around her chest.

His mouth slathered over her skin, wringing cry after disgusted cry out of her mouth. Whimpers and pleas for him to stop seemed only to make him more aggressive. She kicked out with her feet, trying to connect but unable to see where he was.

"Leave her alone!"

The voice came from the front of the van and surprised Cami mostly because it was female. But it had the desired effect and the man who'd been abusing her moved away. He left her shirt and bra up, and Cami, unable to push them back into place, felt cold air swirling around her nipples.

"I could have just done her once, you know," she heard her assailant say, his voice further away.

"And I could use my stun gun on your nuts," the woman said. "She's not to be harmed until we find out if they are letting them go or not."

"Sha..." the man started to say, his voice whiny.

"Don't say my name, you ass. Geez, you think I could have someone at least with a brain helping me do this. Just shut up and sit back there. Don't touch her again."

They drove for what seemed like hours to Cami in her blind state. She had no concept of direction and no idea where they were at. She just lay on the hard rough carpeted floor of the van, her back arched, her hands asleep under her. She'd tried turning on her side to take some of the pressure off of her hand but the man just yanked her back, his hand squeezing one of her breasts as he did.

When the van finally stopped and she was yanked from the floor, her legs shook so much she wasn't sure if she would be able to stand. Gravity had her shirt falling down her body but her bra stayed up where he had put it, the band cutting into her upper chest. She couldn't see where she was through the thick material of the hood but was forced to walk, her steps tentative without her eyes or hands to help guide her way.

A door was opened and she was pushed up three wooden steps and into a room. It was hot in the room, the air felt close on her arms, and cloying as if the room hadn't been used in a long time. She was sat in a chair, her legs tied to the chair legs.

"Close your eyes."

It was the woman's voice, and she sounded mad. Cameron closed her eyes and sat and waited.

She didn't have long to wait, fingers worked at the knots on the bag that was around her throat, loosening it to pull it from her head. And then a long strip of gray duct tape was placed across her eyes, keeping them shut.

But Cami didn't mind, getting that bag off was worth being blinded this way. She'd been feeling more claustrophobic and hot and sweaty under that material, the hot air in the room actually felt cool against her flushed cheeks. When she heard the jingle of keys and felt fingers on her wrist she could have cried for joy.

Then pain hit as the bracelets were taken off and the circulation was restored to her hands. It felt as if a thousand tiny electrodes were stuck in her skin and set off all at once, shooting pain that traveled up her arms and made her cry out with the agony.

Before she had a chance to recover, her hands were taped down to the chair using long strips of duct tape that pulled at the fine hair on her arms. Her shirt was lifted and Cami tensed with the thought of what was to happen next.