The Camgirl Pt. 69

LXIX: I Think You Broke Me

Liam and Blake

Liam

Liam swallowed as he looked at his image in the bathroom mirror. He pulled at his collar a bit, wishing he hadn't opted for the tie.

Tonight is for Blake, not you. You'll have fun, but this is for her, and she wanted to dress up, so you're wearing the damn tie.

With a sigh, Liam looked over himself one more time. His hair was styled, he'd trimmed his face, using Sophie's cover-up after in a few places, and his clothes were wrinkle-free and fit well. He'd brushed his teeth and gargled mouthwash about five times, just in case, and had found an old bottle of cologne he hoped Blake liked. Just in case, he hadn't put on too much.

Stop freaking out. Everything's going to be fine.

Fine wasn't good enough, though. "Fine" was alright for some girl he'd just met that he was taking out for the first time. This was Blake; his friend. His...

Fuck, what even are we? Close friends that have really good sex? No, stop it. Don't worry about that tonight. There's no 'us' or labels or anything. Just Blake.

The sex had been incredible, though Liam hadn't expected any different given the way Blake had been looking at him the past week. Her...skill in that area was definitely appreciated as well, but he'd never really cared about that--with Blake or Marie. He just cared about how into it--and how into him-- the girl was. Now that he looked back on it, Liam knew Marie had never even come close to how Blake had been this morning and the previous night.

"Fuck."

Liam cheeks grew hot as he glanced down at the growing tightness in his slacks. Even with the jacket and the brisk weather outside, he was glad he'd opted for some particularly tight boxers.

I'm probably going to need to get some more of these.

Liam adjusted himself, then looked in the mirror one last time before stepping back out into the main room. It was empty, so he sat down on the couch.

After shifting around for a bit, Liam sighed--he never had been able to really relax in a suit. Not with the jacket on, at least.

He glanced over to Blake's door, still shut, and found himself thinking about earlier.

They'd napped for almost two hours. Blake had seemed very content at falling asleep with him inside her, but frustrated that her pussy had apparently forced him out, even though he'd still been big enough that the could have stayed inside her in that position. Her pussy had also forced out quite a bit of cum, and Blake had sighed, deeming their genitals too gross for her to clean it up the way she wanted. They'd run into the shower, where after getting clean, Blake had gone down on Liam and he'd fingered her to orgasm. And then they'd cleaned off again.

Liam grinned, remembering how Blake had decided to spend the rest of the shower sitting after that, as apparently standing had been too hard.

The creak of Blake's door opening broke Liam from his thoughts. He shot to his feet, adjusting his tie and jacket. When Blake stepped out of her room, Liam's eyes went wide.

He noticed her hair first. It was a bit shorter than usual, but thick and a bit bouncier with curled ringlets. It was also jet black. Liam liked her blue hair better, but...

Wow.

The black made her eyes sparkle, and turned the color darker, deeper. Her eyes looked almost violet, somehow.

Maybe it's just the light, or the eyeshadow.

The contrast between her hair and pale skin made her seem made of fine porcelain, cheeks and lips painted with expert strokes. Shining, blue-violet shadow above her eyes made them even more striking. The red of her lips matched her dress exactly. And her dress...

Where was she hiding that?

A thick, bright-red collar encircled her throat, connecting to the rest of the dress over the right shoulder, where the smooth, clinging fabric traveled all the way down to her wrist. The left shoulder and arm it left uncovered, crossing her chest in a sinuous, slanted line that exposed her clavicle and wrapped over the curve of her breast. From there down, it clung to Blake's curves before loosening at her thighs, where it travelled down to her ankles save for a wide slit that split the dress high on her left leg, revealing the smooth, toned pale flesh. Liam realized that the dress would have been in danger of dragging on the floor if not for the black heels Blake wore, accentuating her calves.

"Liam?"

Blake's voice shook him back to reality. He looked up and met her eyes to find her grinning, "What?"

Blake's smile deepened, "I take it you like it, then?"

Liam nodded, swallowing hard, "Y-yeah. You look...wow."

Idiot! That's all you can say? She looks fucking incredible. Way out of your league.

Blake giggled, cheeks growing even more red. She looked at him for a moment, licking her lips as her eyes roved over him, then spun on one foot. The dress fluttered for a moment, but the movement gave Liam an incredible view of how the fabric clung to Blake's ass. The sight made his pants uncomfortable again.

When Blake turned back around to face him, Liam realized the dress clung tight enough to her stomach to show a faint outline of her abs. He also realized that she definitely wasn't wearing a bra.

Fuck, now I feel under-dressed. And this is my nicest suit.

Liam blinked when Blake laid a hand on his chest. When had she moved toward him. She looked him up and down, tugging at his jacket and shirt.

"This is good," she murmured, low enough that Liam wondered whether or not she was talking to him or to herself, "Very good."

Blake looked up at him, eyes sparkling, "You look really good."

Liam grinned, "So do you."

Blake giggled, cheeks darkening, "You already said that."

Liam shrugged, "I didn't actually. Even if I had, I'd need to say it again. You look way better--incredible."

Blake grinned, biting her lip, then leaned up and nipped at his bottom lip. Liam blinked at that. Both at the brevity of the kiss and the realization that with those heels on, Blake now came up to his chin. He leaned down to kiss her, but Blake leaned away, holding a finger up between them.

"Ah! Nope, that's all you get until after dinner, at least," she waved her hand in a circular motion before her face, "I worked way too hard on this for you to mess it up with kisses."

Then Blake sighed, leaning toward him again. She fingered his lapels, "Plus, if you kiss me, I'm gonna kiss you back, and it's not gonna stop any time soon."

Liam grinned at that, then slipped his phone out of his pocket, typing in the address for Davio's and scheduling a car.

"You ready to go? If we leave now, we'll be a bit early to dinner, but I don't think they'll make us wait."

Blake nodded, smiling. She strode over to the coat-rack near the door, giving Liam another view of her swaying ass that made him have to adjust himself again. She took a long black overcoat off one of the hangers--one of a similar cut, but finer-looking material than what she normally wore--then shrugged it on and slipped a small clutch that Liam hadn't noticed into one of the large pockets. He followed after her, taking his own coat and shrugging into it.

"We're getting a ride, right?" Blake asked, "Otherwise you're gonna be having dinner with an icicle."

Liam grinned, holding up his phone, "It's four minutes away."

Blake grinned back at him, then opened the door, "See ya later, Sophie!"

Liam yelled a goodbye to Blake's roommate as well before following Blake out the door.

***

Blake

"You alright?"

Blake blinked, looking to Liam and forcibly un-biting her lip. She realized she'd just been holding her glass of water, not drinking, and set it back on the table. Her cheeks grew warm.

"I'm fine," Blake assured him, smiling as she put her hand over his. A warmth spread through her as it usually did whenever they touched. A good thing, considering how cold she'd become between the short walk from their car into the restaurant, and the ice cold water in her hands, "I'm just..."

Blake sighed, reaching for another piece of bread. She normally didn't eat too much of it, but she was nervous, and it was good fucking bread.

"I haven't been to a place this fancy since the time my--since high school graduation," Blake said, not meeting Liam's eyes as she broke open the roll and began stuffing butter inside it.

That was close. Don't want to open up a can of worms like that tonight.

Blake took a deep breath, then looked back up at Liam, "This place is so nice--I feel like people keep looking at me."

Liam smiled at her, squeezing her hand, "Of course they are. You look incredible."

Blake couldn't help but smile at that, an even deeper warmth than before spreading through her. She appreciated that he sat next to her rather than across the table. Blake initially hadn't known what to think when he'd moved his chair over, but she was glad he had. It made her feel like this was somehow more than just a date.

It's a good thing we had sex this morning. If we hadn't, I'd be looking for an excuse to drag him into the restroom with me--fanciness be damned.

Not that a part of her still wasn't. She was just better able to control that impulse.

"Thank you," she said, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, "You look really nice, too."

Blake knew that was an understatement, but she couldn't decide on the right word to describe how good Liam looked. The black jacket and slacks fit him well. Really well, especially from behind. The blue and white pattern on his shirt made his eyes seem even more blue than usual, and his trimmed facial hair revealed his square jaw and the lines of his face.

Liam always looked good, but tonight...

He cleans up really, really good.

He didn't normally wear cologne, either, though maybe that was a good thing. He hadn't put on a lot, as Blake couldn't smell it even from this close, but the few whiffs of it she'd gotten on the ride over and when she leaned up to nip at his lips before they left had made her pussy even needier than usual.

"So, did you just have that dress lying around?"

Blake blinked, focusing her gaze on Liam, "What?"

"The dress. I feel like it probably isn't something that gets a lot of use here considering how cold it is most of the school year."

Blake grinned, moving another lock of hair out of her face, "Oh, right. Chloe and I actually went shopping for it the first chance we got after you agreed to take me out. I--" Blake paused, cheeks growing hot, "I was too excited to wait any longer."

Liam grinned at that, and Blake felt some of the tension leave her body. She'd decided she wouldn't hold back when letting Liam know how she felt about him, but so far, he hadn't displayed anything but warmth and desire toward her.

Maybe I can push things a bit, then?

She wouldn't unload all of the crazy, emotional, horny mess of feelings he caused her to feel all at once, but maybe she could be a little bit less guarded and tease him a bit more--like she did before she'd realized she actually had a chance with him.

"What about the hair?"

Blake raised an eyebrow, "Hair?"

Liam glanced around, then looked back at her, leaning in a bit, "Is it a wig? Or did you dye it?"

Blake grinned, "Still a wig, just like last time. I don't think I could have dyed my hair this well today without you noticing. Do you like my eyes? I decided to try out some colored contacts tonight."

Liam's eyes widened, mouth opening a bit, "Okay, I kinda thought I was seeing things for a bit. I know eye shadow can bring out different shades of color in your eyes, but your eyes are definitely too violet for that."

Liam cut off as the waiter came by, asking if they were ready to order.

Shit!

Blake grabbed the menu. She'd been so nervous and focused on everything around her and then Liam that she hadn't even looked at the menu. When she saw the prices, her eyes popped.

"Uh, Liam?"

He smiled at her, meeting her eyes, then looked back to the waiter, "We'll need just a few more minutes."

The waiter smiled, retreating. Once he was out of earshot, Blake leaned in close.

"Liam, this place is really fucking expensive."

He gave her a look that was far too amused for her liking.

"You did say you wanted to go somewhere fancy."

"I know, but not like...gold-digger fancy. I'm not plastic enough for that, you're not old enough, and neither of us make enough money for that."

Liam snorted, "Blake, don't worry about it, alright? I've been here before a few times with Eli and Swar. I know exactly how expensive the food is. It's definitely worth it, and I want tonight to be really special." He paused, glancing at the menu, then looked back to her with a smirk, "Plus, if anything, I'm the gold-digger in this situation. Pretty sure you make way more money than I do."

Blake stuck her tongue out at him, "I'm paying for half, then."

Liam shook his head, "No way. Normally, I wouldn't complain, but I chose the expensive restaurant, so I'm paying. Plus, Kekoa sent me some money when I told him about our date. He said it was him finally paying me back for all the times I'd spotted him cash when we were hanging out, and that I had to spend it on you," he paused, eyes looking somewhere far off for a moment as he grinned, "Though, he probably snuck in a bit more than he actually owes me, since he and I spotted each other pretty evenly."

His gaze returned to Blake, "Kekoa works part time as a programmer for one of the companies he had a summer job with, and they pay him pretty well."

Blake frowned at Liam for a moment, then sighed, "Fine. You win."

She looked back to the menu, "Still have no fuckin' clue what I'm gonna get."

Liam laughed, "Want me to order for both of us?"

Blake raised an eyebrow, grinning, "Pulling a power move on me?"

Liam blushed at that. Blake wondered what he would think if she told him that it was actually a bit of a turn-on for her.

"Not like that," he said, "I just--I'm pretty sure I know what you'll like."

Blake smiled at him, entwining her fingers with his as she closed her menu, "I trust you."

Liam's smile deepened. Then he studied the menu.

"I like it, by the way."

Blake raised an eyebrow.

"Your hair, and the contacts. Both look really good."

Blake grinned, cheeks growing hot again, "Thank you."

"I'm glad you didn't dye it, though. I really like your blue hair."

Blake squirmed in her seat, trying to keep from melting as her heart swelled.

Fuck, that's not fair. They've got to have a single unisex bathroom we could use, right? I could be quiet for once. Worse comes to worse, I can just stuff Liam's cock down my throat again. Oh, fuck, now I'm wet. Why the fuck did I start thinking of that?

"Blake? You okay?"

Blake forced a smile, bringing herself back to reality.

"Yeah. Just zoned out for a moment. I'm really glad you like it."

"Do you use this hair a lot?"

Blake bit her lip. She'd known he'd ask about this if she wore this wig.

"It was the first one I bought," she sighed, not meeting Liam's eyes, "After dying my hair. It's not my real color, but I dyed it this color a few times in high school cuz I thought my blonde hair made me look too red and blotchy, especially when I exercised. I use it mostly when skyping with family or when I go home. It's just...easier that way."

Liam squeezed her fingers, and Blake couldn't help but smile. She looked up at him through her lashes.

"I get it," he said, the warmth in his voice melting her tension, "I can't wait to see your regular hair again though."

Fucking in the bathroom is off-limits. It's off-fucking-limits!

"So where are we going after this?" she asked, trying to change the subject, "You did say there were two parts to the date, right?"

Liam nodded, grinning, "I did. And it's a surprise."

Blake glared at him, which only made him laugh.

Before she could say anything, however, the waiter returned, "Are we ready to order?"

Liam opened back up the menu and glanced at Blake, smiling, then looked to the waiter, "I think we are."

As Liam listed off the dishes they'd be eating, Blake's mouth started to water.

***

"Wow."

Blake's head swiveled about, neck craned and mouth agape, as she and Liam took their seats in the front row, only a few feet from the edge of Symphony Hall's main stage. The sound of instruments being warmed-up and setup filled the room, overpowering the low hum of conversation from the audience.

"This is incredible," she breathed, gazing at the gilding surrounding the stage and all the impressive wood and stonework of the balconies and walls. Up until about ten minutes ago, Blake had been pretty sure that Davio's was the fanciest place she'd ever been to. This incredible concert hall now topped that by a mile.

"Are those for an organ?" She asked, looking to Liam as she pointed beyond the mass of musician-filled seats on the stage to the massive column-like pipes at the back of the stage.

Liam grinned, nodding, "Yeah, though I haven't found a concert with any of the music I really want to hear played on it."

Blake took his hand, squeezing it, "Thank you for bringing me here."

Liam's face lit up at that, "You really like it? Even if it means we have to listen to some of my stuffy music?"

Blake rolled her eyes, "I'm sure you picked something you think I'll enjoy."

If the music is even half as good as the food was, I might try to fuck him halfway through the performance.

Her mouth started to water again just thinking about that steak. Even the sides had been fucking incredible. And that slice of key-lime pie at the end...She was a little bit more stuffed than she would have liked with this dress as tight as it was, but fuck, it had been worth it.

And Liam either hasn't noticed, or he doesn't care.

"Why does the one plaque say 'Beethoven,' but all of the others are blank?" She asked, noticing the oddity as she gazed at the beautiful hall again.

"The plaques were originally supposed to bear the names of the greatest composers," Liam explained, "I was told that they agreed upon Beethoven as the greatest composer of all time, since every other symphony he wrote changed the face of music forever, the ninth basically splitting Western composers into two schools of thought on how music should progress, but since then, they haven't been able to agree on anyone that can be put in the same category as Beethoven, so the other plaques remain blank."

Blake squeezed Liam's hand as she grinned up at him.

He gave her a sheepish grin, almost running a hand through his hair before he brought it back down. Blake giggled at that.

Good thing he remembered that he'd probably mess it up if he did that.

"Sorry," he said, "I know I was rambling a bit."

Blake shook her head, "Don't be. You're passionate about music. I like hearing you talk about it." She bit her lip, "I also really like that you want to share it with me."

"Of course," he said, smiling, "Why wouldn't I?"

Blake shrugged. She tried to think of an answer to that, but the hall suddenly went very quiet. Blake's eyes widened, looking about for the cause, and she noticed that one of the violinists near the podium center-stage was standing. A moment later, everyone started clapping as an older gentleman with white hair entered from a door in the back and walked toward the podium. For the first time since walking in, Blake realized that a lot of the musicians looked very young.

"Is this a student orchestra?" she asked Liam.

He nodded, "It's the school's Symphony Orchestra. That's why we got in free. Most of them are grad students, but I know a couple people from my theory classes that are good enough to play in it. I've only heard them a few times before, but it's hard to tell the difference between them and a professional orchestra most of the time."