Eva Pt. 05

After some more soaping up to wash my semen off of Eva, we dried off and we did the things we had to to get ready for the day. We checked out and got my car from the ridiculously overpriced parking lot and drove through the crazy Manhattan traffic into Queens. There we stopped at a diner and had breakfast (including REAL bacon!) before getting on the road back up to the camp.

We were pretty quiet on the ride upstate. We played music on my 8 track, sang along a little, but honestly, my mind was elsewhere. I kept tossing it around in my head, the damage to my family. By the time we got within a few miles of the camp, I knew what I had to do. I had to go home. I had to talk to Eva honestly. I drove past the camp and Eva didn't say a word; I glanced at her and I could see she knew what was coming. We stopped at a local deli for something to drink and we sat in that same park we lunched in a couple of weeks earlier.

"All right, Jon. Tell me what I already know."

"Honey, I have to go home, It has nothing to do with my job. It's my family. I know my dad and I are going to have rough times, but I can't abandon them like this. Mom and Cammy don't know what's going on, and I know my problem with my dad is going to make things rough and they'll wonder what's going on. But they'd wonder if I just quit my job and took off for here all of a sudden. And if it comes out while I'm away, they'd be devastated and I wouldn't be there to help them. What if I took this job and two weeks from now, my mom finds out? I'd have to leave here just after I started. Shit, this whole situation is completely fucked up."

"I guess there's nothing I can say that will change your mind, is there?" I shook my head no. There really wasn't. Eva let out a huge sigh, a sound of resignation and sadness. "I just don't want you to get hurt. Or your family. Or us. I wish you could just put what we saw out of your mind and carry on like nothing happened, but that's hardly realistic."

"No, Angel, it's not. I don't think it will ever be forgotten. It's pretty well burned in my brain." Eva slid closer to me on the park bench and we held each other very tightly. We were quiet for a while and a few of her friends from camp walked nearby, on their day off as well. They started to come over but Evan shook her head back and forth, letting them know to keep away. "Thanks, honey, for letting them know it wasn't a good time."

"Not a problem, Bear. It's a pretty shitty time right now. I'm scared shit, if you want to know. Scared that this is going to cost us. The last thing I want is to lose you. I'm afraid you're going to get so hurt it's going to hurt everything around you."

"I guess I can't promise you it won't. What I can say is I love you and I need you in my life. You may be the thing that saves me this summer. I will see you every week. Even if it's just to sit in my car and hug each other the whole day. I will be here, every week."

She was leaking some tears, not bad, not a big cry, but Eva was sad, sad for me. Hell, I was very sad myself. She said "Why don't you come to camp with me for the rest of the day? Sheryl, the camp director, will let you hang with us the rest of the day and stay for dinner. As long as we don't get too touchy-feely." She smiled up at me, and her grin warmed my aching heart.

"Sure, lets go, if you're sure. I'll see how my girlfriend is spending her time away from me." We kissed a few times, then walked to my car and we headed for camp.

Sure enough, the director, a nice lady named Sheryl, cleared me to stay until 9, providing I stayed with Eva's group. It was about 2PM so there was plenty of time, with dinner served at 6. The only thing I couldn't do was swim since I didn't have a bathing suit.

It was a lot of fun. Her group were all thrilled to have Eva back early and the girls were all excited to have a 'boy' counselor for a few hours. We played softball (some of those kids were pretty damn good), I stayed with the senior staff while most of the camp went for an afternoon swim, then I joined the group for an Arts & Crafts project before dinner. All the time I stayed with Eva and her group and resisted the urges to kiss her, sneaking a few hand holding moments. The girls fought over who got to sit next to me, aside from Eva of course. They were sweet kids. They reminded me of my sister, which reminded me of why I needed to be home. Cammy might need me.

After dinner there was a big fire and singing and toasting marshmallows. Just what you'd expect at night at camp. About 8 Eva told her girls to say goodbye to me and told her assistants she'd be back in an hour. Since it was technically her day off, she could take an hour, and Cynthia smiled knowingly. I said a goodnight to everyone and they all said it back, with a few staff making whistles and such.

We headed for my car and Eva said "Drive to the side road about a quarter mile on the right. We'll have privacy for a while." I knew what was on her mind and that worked for me too. I pulled off the main road, into the side road and then found a small clearing. Perfect. "Hurry up, we don't have a lot of time. Back seat, lets go."

"Yes, ma'am" I said, giving her a mock salute. We hurried in back and we were kissing and feeling each other pretty damned quickly. My hand went under Eva's shirt and bra, cupping her right breast and gently pulling on her nipple. She moaned in my mouth as she rubbed my chest under my shirt, her slender fingers raking through my hairs. Our shirts then came off along with her bra and I helped her lie back on the seat as I sucked her left nipple with hunger.

"That feels so good, Bear" she cooed as I helped her out of her cut-off shorts and her panties. Then my shorts and underwear were next before Eva grabbed my head and brought my lips to hers for a whole bunch of hot, blazing hot kisses. "I need you to fuck me, Jon. Don't make love to me. Fuck me like it going to be our last time together. Do it hard, like my Dirty Bear."

"Honey, we're not breaking..."

"I know, I know. This is what I need from you tonight. I want you to make me cum over and over. Then I'll make sure you explode for me. But, please, take me hard tonight!" Her voice was almost begging me and to be honest, I wanted her just as desperately.

"If that's what you want, my Naughty Devil." I kissed her hard, slapped her thigh hard enough to make her shiver, and my cock pushed its way into her soaked pussy. Eva cried out as her back arched, she pushed her feet down on the seat to meet me halfway as we locked together, a perfect fit. Her legs wrapped around my hips, her arms went around my upper back, and we kissed over and over as I kept thrusting deep and hard. The top side of my shaft was rubbing along her clit each time I went in and out, giving her wonderful contact and her wet, snug pussy was feeling great for me, slippery and tight. And as tight as Eva was, I still moved easily inside her with a completely natural motion. We were so in tune with each other by

then, our movements were like those of professional dancers.

But our movements were nothing like the grace associated with professional dancers. We were fucking each other like animals, with the grunts and cries you'd connect to raw sexual contact. Our kisses were starving, Eva scraped her nails down my back, and my balls were loudly slapping against her ass. Every five or six strokes, I pushed hard and ground my pubic bone on her clit and she would cry out and shudder, sometimes through a full climax. Then we started again, fucking a little harder and a then again, maybe ten minutes later she came again.

"Do you think you can cum with me next time, Bear?" Eva asked, looking up at me and breathing hard.

"I can try, honey. I'd love to." I kissed her softer, then let myself go, finding my rhythm for my own orgasm. We were fucking each other with the goal of a shared climax, thrusting with each other. Her hands gripped my ass cheeks, her nails digging in a little, exciting me even more. "I'm almost there" I said as I lifted my upper body and buried my cock as deep as I could. Eva cried out, her eyes went wide open, and her pussy spasmed as it grabbed at my dick, milking me of my cream. My own eyes felt like they were going to pop out of my head as my orgasm burst out of me, forming a frothy blend with Eva's own juices. We were sticky, we were breathless and we were very, very happy with each other. Our lips kept finding each other, kissing over and over all around out faces and necks and shoulders.

We wished we could spend the night together, even if it meant in the back of my car. But that couldn't happen; she had to get back to her campers and I had to drive home, tired as I was. The last thing I wanted to do was to face my father. Not that night, not any time soon. But I had no choice. I had to work the next day and I had to go.

Eva and I held each other, not wanting the night to end. "Bear, I have to get dressed. I have to go. I wish I didn't. besides, you need to get on the road before it gets too late. Do me a favor and stop at that convenience store and get a Coke or Pepsi? Something with some caffeine to get you home."

"Yeah, then I'll be up all night. Don't worry about me, Angel. I'll be fine. I'll sing along to the radio or a tape. Besides, if I don't do the music, I have a lot to think about. I won't be drifting off while I drive. Will you call me Thursday night?"

"Like always. You couldn't stop me." We were now in the front so I could drop her off at the office. I pulled up a few minutes before 9 and we held each other every second until the clock hit 9 on the dot. "I love you, my big sweet Bear. Drive carefully, please. Promise me!"

"I promise, Angel. I'll be fine. And I love you too. Thank you, my darling. For being the most loving girlfriend ever."

"Thank you for a great time. And if you have trouble, if you get upset and you don't know what to do, call here. They'll come get me if it's urgent. You're the world to me." We kissed one last time and Eva had to go. She waved as she walked past the office to the grounds and I turned around and headed home with a very heavy weight on my shoulders.

I didn't listen to music; all the way home I tried to figure out how to face my father without getting into a huge fight or letting my mother know something serious was wrong. But I couldn't figure this out. I was hoping I could just fake it, if I could lie my way through it. I'd never been that good a liar. I was about to find out.

The ride, for the only time I drove it that summer, was over too fast. When I walked in at 10:15, everyone was up and watching TV in the living room. As soon as I walked in, Camilla ran to me and hugged me tight, which helped a lot. She had a dozen questions about my time with Eva and about Eva. I told her I wanted to say hi to mom (leaving dad out was slippery of me) and I would be with her in a few minutes. I kissed mom on the cheek and I nodded to dad like he was almost a stranger. He wasn't exactly warm to me either. Fine by me. I sat down and answered Cammy and my mom's questions but dad was silent. I hoped mom and Cammy didn't notice the cold wall between us. Sooner or later they'd get it, but please, I thought, not tonight.

After a few questions, I said I was pretty tired and I went to use the bathroom and then to get some sleep. Thankfully I was so damn tired I fell asleep fast, but it was a troubled sleep.

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Over the next few days I went back to my routine of work and home and I went out a few nights with my friends or I took Camilla to dinner or a ball game or a movie. Anything to get out of the house. I spoke to Eva Thursday night and told her things were still bad with my father. She felt bad not being around for me, but I told her there was nothing she could do anyway.

After a few days of the obvious coldness between my father and I, my mom caught me on Friday night before I went out. My dad went to play poker (at least I hoped that's what he was doing) and Camilla was at a friends house. "All right, Jon, your father won't tell me what's happened between the two of you. So you tell me. Why are you and your father like two icebergs? What the hell happened with you?" I stood there, unwilling to tell her what I knew, but mom was strong willed herself and she was unyielding, refusing to let me pass her.

"I can't talk about it, mom. I'm sorry, but I just can't. He and I had a big fight. You're going to have to leave it at that."

"Oh no I don't. You are NOT going off to school in five weeks with this distance between you. Either you talk it out with him tomorrow afternoon or the four of us are going to talk Sunday. Yes, four. Your sister too. You think she hasn't noticed this going on? Hasn't she said anything to you?"

"No, not a word. But I guess I have noticed she's worried. I'm just too worried ...mom, I can't talk to you about it. Let me talk to him tomorrow, ok? I don't want to drag you into this, and I really don't want to drag Cammy into it."

"Fine. I'll let you two hammer it out. If you do, great, you don't have to tell me about it. But if it's still an issue, we're doing it my way." She turned and went to the kitchen to do whatever and I wanted to tell her. I REALLY wanted to tell her. But I couldn't break her heart like that. I couldn't.

I went to work the next day, got cleaned up when I got home and my dad stopped by my room as I finished getting dressed. "Jon, you and I are going to dinner. Just the two of us." He looked uncomfortable, like he was going to get his teeth drilled. That's about how I felt about it as well. I told him I'd meet him in ten minutes.

We got in his car as mom took Camilla out in her car. Dad and I barely said a word as he drove, without asking me, to a casual steak joint, nothing fancy, kind of like a chain restaurant without other branches. We got a couple of beers, looked at the menu, and ordered from the waiter, all without saying a word to each other. I mean nothing.

We sipped our beers, still avoiding the elephant in the room. Finally I broke the silence. "Dad, I know mom made you do this, but you called this meeting. So tell me what you're thinking."

He hemmed and hawed, squirming in his seat. "Look, Jon, we know why we're here. I appreciate your not telling your mother about the other day..."

"Hold on. The only reason I've kept quiet is because of the damage it will do to both mom and Cammy. Right now, how it affects you is the least of my concerns."

"So that's it? You don't even want to hear my side?"

"Dad, what is your side? What could it be? I caught you with another woman. Short of mom giving you freedom to do that, how could you defend that? Was that the first time you were with someone? With her, whatever her name is?"

"Kelly. She's from my office. And no, that wasn't our first time. What else do you want to know?" He was sounding defiant now, almost daring me to challenge him.

"How long, dad? How long with...her. Is she the first? Most of all, why? Why would you hurt mom like that and risk destroying your family? For..." I lowered my voice to a little above a whisper, "...a piece of tail? Is that all it is?"

"There's a lot there, Jon. You want answers? Fine. No, this wasn't our first time. It's been going on about six months. And she's not the first. She's the second. And yes, I guess it is about sex. Your mom..."

"Wait. If you're going to say something personal or disparaging about mom, I don't think I want to hear it. Don't blame this on her. You're the one cheating." I felt like the rest of my world was crashing down around me. My dad had been cheating for a long time. And he was somehow trying to blame my mother. Who was this stranger?

"Fine. Let's just say I need what I'm not getting at home. Not the way I want it. You're having regular sex, or you were before the summer. You know how it is. A man has needs." The waiter came over with our plates then and when he left, I stared down at my plate like I was looking at horse shit. I couldn't touch my food. My stomach was twisted in knots. And dad was digging in like it was the best steak in the world. "Not going to eat? Make sure you ask for a to go container." Like it was no big deal. If you've ever seen the movies about people being replaced by the seed pods, Invasion of the Body Snatchers, that's how I felt. It was my dad, but it wasn't my dad. I felt despair wash over me.

"Dad, put the goddam knife and fork down!" I almost shouted it. As it was it came out loud enough for the people at the nearby tables to stop eating and look at us.

"Don't you shout at me!" he growled. "I'm still your father!"

"Yeah. well maybe not for long. I don't even know you. I feel sick to my stomach. Like I'm sitting here with a total stranger who's saying crazy things. So, what do think is going to come of this? Are you planning to stay with mom? Are you leaving? Except for how this will hurt Camilla, I think you should leave. You're clearly not committed to your family."

"And what then? You're leaving for school in a few weeks? You think we both should leave your mother and sister at the same time?" That got me. If he left, I'd have to stay home. I wouldn't leave them alone, regardless of financial support from my father. And I'd lose Eva. We couldn't make it work long distance, not for years. A few months maybe. "Besides, you're wrong. I am committed to our family. That's why I stay."

"So what's your solution? Lead a double life and I keep my mouth shut and grow to hate you? You won't consider at least trying to work things out with mom? Because you're right: if you leave, I have to stay. I won't leave them alone."

"Jon, that life I had with your mother has been gone for a long time now. You don't want to hear about that? Fine, I understand. I do. But you can't ask me to give that up. I'm 42. Son, listen to me. Please." His attitude changed, from being defiant and obstinate to pleading for understanding, and I saw a glimpse of the father I always knew and loved. I nodded my head, and he told me what he needed to. "I know this is a subject that is hard for you to hear from your father. But your mom...she gave up on sex years ago. No details, but we used to enjoy it, like most couples. Then it tapered, which is natural, but then it stopped, which isn't. She wouldn't go to talk about it, either on her own or as a couple. It's been a few years. So, after giving her time and nothing changing, I sought what I needed elsewhere. I'm sorry I was an asshole about it before, but you weren't giving me much of a sympathetic ear." He looked at me with a raised eyebrow. He wasn't wrong, but I was still angry and now confused.

"Dad, I'm sorry. Sorry that something...happened with mom. I imagine it's a painful thing to live with. So why not get a divorce and move on? Not that that's what I want for any of us. But why stay and cheat?"

"Because I love your mother, even without sex and I love you and your sister. You think it's going to be easy on me when you leave for school? I'll be proud of you, I AM proud of you, and I'm going to miss you as much as your sister and your mother will. At least I hope I will, if we can work things out. Look, I never should have brought Kelly into our home. I have before, but we always stayed in the living room. I never brought her into my bedroom. And I'll stop bringing her to the house. But don't ask me to stop seeking what almost every man needs. I'd rather it be with your mother. But under the circumstances..."

I melted for him, somewhat at least. Being in my own relationship where sex was an important component, I could understand his situation. I still was angry about him sleeping with someone behind my mom's back. But as a man I could understand.

"You're sure you can't talk to mom? She will not go for help? It could be a medical problem."