Mr. Irresistible

"Jesus man, even I hate me." I sat for a moment, prolonging the inevitable, until I finally realized that there was only one thing to do. I stood up and headed for the door. Ian followed.

"Where we going, Mr. 'I once again can't get laid?'"

"I'm just gonna go talk to her." Ian snickered to himself.

"This is gonna be awesome. I can't even imagine how this could possibly turn out positively." I had to agree with him.

"Could you just not talk to me anymore?"

Chapter 13 – Mr. "Once Again I Can't Get Laid"

Of course Ian insisted on speaking the entire trip home, offering what he called advice, but even after the last few days, I didn't think just pulling down my pants and asking "What?" was going to work. Cara was actually intelligent. I was pretty sure apologizing was the only thing that would work, I just really wish I knew what I did so I could better prepare myself. Even Ian's stories of lizards swimming through the carpet couldn't break my funk. My stomach was in knots by the time we finally pulled up to my house and I was almost disappointed to see that Cara's car was here; she was home. I looked at Ian and he smiled. "Eye of the Tiger Cam."

"Live to win," I solemnly replied, tapping his fist with mine. We exited the car in tandem and Ian made a beeline for my front door.

"I'm gonna go play your X-box Cam, tell me how it goes."

"Stay away from my sister Ian." He smiled back at me.

"You can't make me, good luck." And with that he sprinted through my front door. Damn him. He probably was already talking to her, the prick. I made my way to her front door, slowly, dreading her possible response. Once I got there, I found myself standing there, hand raised to knock, yet not knocking. I don't know what I was waiting for, or even what I was doing there. Luckily, she made the first move. The door opened suddenly and Cara was there, wearing a gray T-shirt and cotton shirts. She held a basketball in her hand and her expression changed from happy to confused to angry in the blink of an eye.

"Cameron," she said, slouching onto one side, "I must admit that you're the last person I expected to see today." I tried to read her words to judge what to say. It didn't work.

"Yeah I…I…I'm sorry." Obviously, my confidence went bye-bye with my chiseled abs. She almost laughed, almost. And then she took a step outside of her house and closed the door behind her. She started walking towards her driveway and tossed me the ball.

"Let's play a game, Cam." I followed her down the stone steps towards her hoop, unconsciously stealing a look at her assets.

"Umm, what game are we talking about." I dribbled tentatively. "I'm pretty sure you'd kill me in one-on one." She looked at me with some slight apprehension."

"Then how about we do this. I shoot a shot, and then you have to copy it or you must answer a question truthfully. The same if you make one." She snatched the ball up and started running a drill. She landed a pro jump-shot without even trying. This was probably the worst idea I had ever heard but what the hell. Could it get any worse?

"Deal, but I shoot first." I said, trying to steal a small victory before I was pummeled.

"Fine with me." She tossed me the ball and I lined up at the two-point line. I shot, I missed, she laughed. It was degrading but I was sure I deserved it for something. She easily snatched up the rebound, dribbled a few feet away, and then, spinning, fired a three pointer. Nothing but net. I sat down resignedly on her driveway steps.

"Alright then," I said, "What would you like to know?"

"You know you can try to copy the shot, right?" I tried to smile.

"You know I'm not making that shot. Spare me the indignity and ask away." She grabbed the ball and planted it on the ground a few feet from me and sat down upon it.

"Number one," she said, "What the fuck do you think you're doing Cam?"

"?" I said "I'm not sure what you mean…"

"You approach me a few nights ago. We share something special, at least to me. You invite me to party, and when I get there, you're locked in your room with another girl." The truth was out at least, but I didn't see anyway to answer this. I could tell her the truth, but something about a black man giving me special powers just sounds a little far-fetched. "You were never like this before, Cam. That night meant something to me." She stood up and started pacing. "Or am I just another girl to fuck and throw away. I mean honestly, is that how you see me?"

"No," I said simply, and I was about to launch into meaningless excuses when she cut me off again.

"I'm not even mad Cam. I mean whatever. I am the one with a boyfriend after all. Maybe it's my fault. I should have never acted the way I did at the lake. Maybe I should be apologizing to you." Her face was impossible to read. She was doing that thing girls do where they simply confuse the fuck out of you and wait for you to say something stupid.

"Cara, I was drunk, and…"

"You were drunk?" She cut in. "The mother of all cop outs, Cam, is 'I was drunk'" She looked at me sternly, clutching the ball in her hands. "So where does this leave us?" Her eyes were burning a hole through my head.

"I just…I don't know Cara. All I can do is say that I'm sorry." Her look changed slightly. The anger seemed to dissipate away, but it was replaced by a sadness, perhaps for the both of us. "I mean what else can I do? If there's anything, just tell me and I'll do it." My look must have been satisfactorily pathetic because she seemed to soften somewhat.

"I'm sorry too Cam." She stared into my eyes and managed the faintest of smiles. "For everything." And with that, she stepped past me and started walking towards her door. I managed to stand up before she opened the door and she stopped and looked at me expectantly.

"Cara, I'm so sorry. I've been a prick these last couple days, but what happened at the lake was important to me too. I fucked up. I know I fucked up…" I swallowed my pride and just went for it. "All I want now is you." She stood there motionless for a good ten seconds, analyzing me. "I can't stop thinking about you, please just listen to me."

"I already have a boyfriend, Cam." She opened the door, but glanced at me quickly before disappearing inside, flashing me a smile. "But let's just say that I'll look you up when that chapter come to a close." I felt hope rise in me for a quick minute. "Don't be a stranger, Cam. See you later." She looked happy and then she was gone, the door closing behind her. I just stood there, taking in what just happened. Then I smiled. Even a small victory was still a victory. I had mended the connection at least and only time would tell what would or would not become of us. The best thing of all was that that sick feeling inside me, guilt, if you will, was gone. I had hope, and barring the actual thing itself, hope is the best thing there is. Billy was a shitbag anyway, it couldn't take that long. I walked back to my house.

I found Ian, my sister, and Janelle out by the pool, and I pushed open the glass door to find them all smiling at me. I wondered what stupid joke or crazy story Ian had told them for about a second before my eyes were inextricably drawn to tan, sexy, buxom-as-shit Janelle in a white bikini. She was oiled up and sizzling in the sun, I walked over and took the seat next to her, as Ian, of course, had the one next to my sister. Ian took a drink of whatever he had in his cup and smiled deviously. "How'd it go stud?"

"Well, I think. But I don't think we'll be hanging out that much for at least a little while." I smiled down at Janelle and she smiled back, her eyes squinting against the sun. "It's probably for the best." I was saying my true answer, slightly scewed for Janelle, because her breasts were making a few decisions for me. I mean why not, right? If Cara can date that asshat for a little while, why can't I date Janelle? We were already very well acquainted and sex with her was second to none. But would she still like me now that I wasn't irresistible? My eyes traveled down her body inconspicuously and my sister gave an audible sigh.

"Really Cam, do you have to look at my best friend like that?"

"Like what?" I smiled deeper and Janelle giggled. "You mean like how Ian is looking at you?" Sara turned around quickly and Ian gave her a sheepish look and a smile before quickly reclining back into his chair. Sara turned back and giggled resignedly. "I can't help it," I laughed. I took off my shirt and reclined against the chair, taking in a little sun. I saw Janelle take a quick glance at my chest. She still seemed to like it.

"Well, now what, Cam?" Ian asked me.

"I honestly don't know dude. I'm gonna sit here and calm down a little bit. It's been a long day." Janelle stood up and smiled at me. The view of her breasts from underneath crowded out her face. It was glorious.

"I'm getting a little hot, I think I'm gonna go inside." She started to walk away from me and her tantalizing ass formed figure-eights as she did so.

"Actually I'm getting hot too," I said. She cocked her head around and laughed at me as I began to follow her. She really was adorable. Ian chuckled and even Sara managed a smile as I walked past her.

"You're such an asshole Cam," she mused. Perhaps Sara, perhaps.

"Hey shut up, I'm feeling feint." She adjusted her Raybans and spaced out more on her chair.

"Behave, you two," she called out just as we were going through the glass door. I closed it with a "Swoosh" and turned to her.

"I'm pretty thirsty babe, let's get a glass of water from your room."

"Thirsty," I laughed at her, "Yeah, I think I'd like a glass too." She took my hands and led me to the stairs and then I slowly followed her up, the juicy ass jiggling with each step.

"I just want you to know Cam. This other girl…" she glanced at me through her hair while still stepping up the stairs painstakingly slow. "I know you like her." She cleared the landing and took my hand again when I got there. She leaned up and kissed me on the cheek. "And I don't really care." She led me into my room and shut and locked the door behind me. "I just really like fucking you." She put her hands around my neck and planted a small kiss on my lips. "Do you think we could just keep this thing physical?" I stared at the younger girl wonderingly. I feel like chances like this come only once in a man's life. This hot girl with fantastic tits and a body that I wanted to lick head to toe wanted to be my fuck buddy. I reached behind her tentatively and pulled at one of the ends of her bikini top. The strings slowly unraveled and the cups fell off her breasts to the floor. Her nipples were upturned in the air conditioning and still glistened from her tanning oil. She giggled at me and shook them playfully. They brushed my chest and I took them into my hands gingerly.

"Absolutely." I said, squeezing her ample flesh and feeling the oily nipples slip through my fingers. I barely noticed her hands race to my shorts but they deftly popped the button free and pulled down the zipper. My shorts were gone in a flash and she smiled warmly as she crept a hand through my boxers and wrapped it around my now average-inch dick. Her eyes showed playfulness and lust but there was no recognition there that the cock that fucked her two days ago was now only half the size. Better for me I guess. She pulled it free of the flap and squeezed it as it grew to life in her hands.

"Are you sure Cam?" she started, as she got down on her knees, one by one. She smiled at me and as smacked my piece on her cheek and ran her tongue underneath it. I shuddered involuntarily and she reached up to grab the waistband of my boxers. She started sliding it down painfully slow. "Are you sure you can fuck me without falling in love with me?" Pretty sure, yep.

"I'm already in love with you," I lied and she yanked down the boxers the last inch, my dick springing back up again, now clear. She gave me a sarcastic face. I may have the best sex ever with this girl, but I didn't love her. I don't know why I didn't love her. I guess she just wasn't for me. I was in love with her tits and her pussy for sure, but I didn't feel it necessary to go into details.

"Do you promise not to fall in love with me, Cam?" She was stroking my dick as she said this, and I would have told her that I killed Kennedy to keep her going but I sincerely nodded my head. She smiled at me and stood back up to kiss my lips. She tasted like strawberries and smelled of tanning oil. My hands again went to her breasts but she pushed me back gently. She turned around giggling and shook her ass at me. "Good," she said and tugged at the strings on either side of them. The small triangle of fabric fell away and her gorgeous ass was revealed to me. She bounced it a few more times for me before climbing onto my bed with her hands and knees. She arched her back like a cat as she glanced back at me and spread her legs. Her pussy lips came into view and they glistened with wetness. "Now get over here and fuck me."

It occurred to me as I stepped up to her beautiful ass that my world had turned full circle. Not even a week ago, this whole event started with Janelle and I in that bathroom at school. Now, it was over, and it seemed as if it was ending with Janelle. As I placed my hands upon her cheeks and felt her squirm underneath, I realized that despite all the hiccups and hang-ups along the way, it couldn't have ended much better. I pulled her roughly to the edge of the bed and lined up my rigid cock with her hole. I had revived a dead relationship with an old friend, caught a glimpse of what was waiting at Penn State, banged a Hooters girl (who can honestly say that?), had sex with 7 girls at one time, and through the whole thing I only took one beating…so far. It could have gone a lot worse, and ended a lot worse. Janelle let out a deep sigh as I pushed against her wetness and eased into her an inch, two inches. She gently pushed back against me and my entire girth slid effortlessly into her. Who would have thought? The dick fit perfectly now.

My hands fell to her hips and I pulled out a little and slammed it back in, drawing a slight squeal of pleasure from her and a smack of her hips against mine. I pushed again and then again, and soon the squeals turned into more or less of a constant whoreish moan. I loved it. The feeling was exhilarating, surprisingly more spiritually then physically. I felt at peace, despite the fact that I was perspiring, and it felt well…great. I can't really describe it better than that. Plus, Janelle was fucking hot and her pussy was smoking hot and wet and damn….I killed it. I jackhammered like a madman for only a minute or two and could already feel my balls growing, swelling, tightening. "Oh shit baby, I'm gonna cum!"

"Oooooh me too, Cam. Keep…going…" Slap, slap, slap. I kept pumping that sweet pussy, her asscheeks rippling with each collision. Her tits swung violently as her lithe body worked against me, muscles tight, small beads of sweat forming on her back. "Uuuuhh Fuck," she muttered and ground her pussy against me, pushing back hard. Simultaneously, I drove my cock in till it was sheathed and erupted in a wave of rapture, bliss, glory, and cum. My legs shook as I blasted her pussy with wave after wave of hot love juice and she quivered under me in her own spell. It was over as quickly as it began, but then again, so had everything else. Janelle moaned and slid forward off of my cock and rolled over to look at me. She had a smile on her face and tiny droplets of sweat were forming on her forehead. Her chest was flushed and her glorious tits stood at attention, heaving with heavy breath. Her belly button stud glimmered, her pussy trembled. "God Cam, I don't think I'll ever get tired of you."

"Just don't fall in love with me," I warned, jokingly. My cock still stood rigid between us and as if she read my mind, Janelle spread her legs wide in front of me. Life didn't get any better. Everything was as it should be, and the guy that wasn't getting laid now had a super hot nympho spreading her legs in front of him. Janelle bit her lip and raised a finger in a "come hither" gesture.

"Won't you come to bed, baby?" My cock surged back to full strength as I kneeled back up onto the bed. I crawled up to her and held her legs apart in front of me. Looking down at her adorable face brought a smile to her lips "God Cameron, where did you come from?" She giggled. "Who are you?" I lined up my cock and prepared for the plunge. Her abs tensed and her tits jiggled. The moment hung heavy in the air and I slid into her and felt once again, exactly where I belonged. My name is Cameron Blake. I'm Mr. Irresistible.

THE END