Big Men of the House(42)

My mom met Cameron while shopping at the grocery store. It sounded like a ridiculous story but the romance was real. Cameron wasn't the man my mom was typically attracted to. He's big, strong, and devilishly handsome.



I had already gone through most of the training with my manager, Sheila. She was really nice but reminded me of a gremlin. I get along with her as long as I don't stare directly at her face.



Sheila surprised me from behind. “Hey Ella! How are you settling in?”



“I'm doing surprisingly well!” I exclaimed.



“Great” Sheila replied. “Don't forget you have dinner with Cameron tonight.”



“Wait, what?!” I exclaimed.



“Yeah, you didn't you know? Mr. Powell always takes new employees out to dinner on their first day.”



My heart began to race. Dinner alone with him?! I got out my mirror to check my hair and makeup, then surveyed my outfit. I was wearing a pencil skirt and a shamelessly low-cut blouse.



“Hopefully we aren't going anywhere fancy...” I muttered.



“Oh don't worry, honey! You look great! Mr. Powell is definitely going to like what you're wearing.” Sheila's eyes followed down the line of my massive cleavage and I started to blush. I brushed the bangs out of my eyes. She had no idea that Cameron was my stepdad.



“...Anyway I gotta get back to work. Enjoy dinner! If you have any other questions just come by my office!” Sheila said as she hurried away.



I checked my mirror again to make sure I didn't smudge any of my makeup. Just then, I heard a voice behind me.



“How's your first day going, Ella?”



I snapped my compact shut and nearly closed my finger inside it. I looked up and there he was tall, dark, and smoldering. Cameron was just standing there smiling at me. My brain short-circuited and I couldn't get any words out. I was trying to form some sort of logical reply but all that came out was a monotone, “Yes.”



God, I couldn't be more retarded but I can't really blame myself. Seeing someone as handsome as Mr. Powell in person would make most people stutter.





“The day's going okay, Mr. Powell.” At least I was able to form a whole sentence that time. We shook hands and enormous bouts of electricity flowed through my body. It felt like having a thousand tiny orgasms all at once. I started to sweat heavily and I knew I was probably turning red.



“Oh please, call me Cameron! I hate when people call me by my last name, it's too formal... So how do you like it here so far?”



I found it hard to keep eye contact with him but tried to act normal. “It's been really great. I love all the people here. Everyone has made me feel at home.”



“Great to hear! So are we on for dinner tonight?” Cameron asked cheerfully.



“Uhh, yes I would, uh, love to go!” I wanted to smack myself after I hearing myself out loud.



“Great! Meet me outside at five o' clock.”



Cameron gave a small wave as he walked away and I barely got my palm up to return the gesture. If I was in panic mode before, I was in holy shit mode now. I checked the clock: 3 pm. Two hours to get myself together.



I hurried to the bathroom and took a couple of deep breaths in front of the mirror. It didn't look like I was sweating before, thankfully. I took a couple more breaths. “You can't like him, Ella. He's your stepdad,” I said out loud. I didn't feel convinced. I left the bathroom and bee-lined it to Sheila's office.



“Hey Sheila! Can I ask you a question abo...”



“Ella, don't worry you'll be fine. Just be yourself.” Sheila interrupts. I decided I didn't want to bring up that fact that Cameron was with my mom. It was better if the whole office didn't know about my home life.



“Thanks Sheila, I was freaking out a bit but I think I'll be fine.”



“No worries. He's a really down-to-earth guy so I know you'll have a great time.”



I left Sheila's office and I took a seat back at my desk. I was just staring off into space thinking about the dinner ahead when a sweet image of Cameron kissing me popped into my mind. I tried to shoo it away with a shake of my head. No, it's wrong. He's forbidden. I shouldn't be thinking about that stuff.



Just then, more images flashed before my eyes his lips touching mine and his hands caressing my voluptuous breasts. I pictured him undressing me slowly and I could feel wetness between my thighs. Cameron's hand moved slowly up my... The phone rung loudly and I was jolted out of my fantasy. Oh god, I needed sex.



I've only “done it” once before and you can barely call what we did sex. It was five years ago, right after prom. Johnny Masden asked me to the dance and I was genuinely shocked. He was one of the scrawny nerds so he wasn't the most attractive and we had never really talked beforehand. But I was still surprised he asked. I'd never been asked to a dance before because I was considered one of the “big girls.” The prom itself was alright, we danced and ate food. It felt pretty awkward throughout the night but what happened afterward took the cake. We went back to Johnny's old Mazda which was a sorry excuse for a prom limo. We got in and he started kissing me right away. I didn't really feel a connection with him at all and even when we danced, he barely put his hands on me. Even though I wasn't attracted to him, my body was telling me, “Go for it!”