Filthy Doctor(94)

She decided on a pretty green dress from her closet with a light cardigan. Cammy put on a little bit of makeup and dressed slowly, reluctantly walking down her steps as she listened for Brent in the house. He was watching a game on the television in the living room and glanced up as she stepped off of the stairs. “Going out?” His voice was casual, and she nodded as he looked her over.

“I’m meeting Chloe for drinks,” Cammy explained as he solely nodded. “You didn’t plan on cooking tonight? I didn’t think to ask.”

“I can run into the office for a bit. Want me to drop you off so you won’t have to worry about driving?” Brent asked her, and Cammy thought about his offer. She wasn’t a big drinker by nature but right now her head was a mess. “I’ll pick you up whenever you’re ready.”

“I guess, yeah. You don’t mind?” Cammy asked, and he gave her a long look.

“I don’t mind doing anything you need,” he responded as she shivered. They left a few moments later in his newest car, some fancy sports car that was as smooth as silk when he started the engine. Cammy sat back in the leather seats and watched as they began the turns through the neighborhood before they reached the city. “Just you and Chloe?”

Cammy looked at him. “Yes, you know I’m not into meeting guys at a bar. Right? It’s not my thing.” She didn’t add that no man that she could meet would ever stack up to Brent but the look she had on her face when he stared at her probably conveyed her thoughts just fine, given the slow smile that crossed his stunning face as he looked back towards the road. Brent pulled up to the cute little restaurant and parked at the curb as he looked at her.

“You’re mine, Cammy. No other man is to touch you tonight or at all while we’re involved.” She raised an eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Does the same apply to you?”

“Undoubtedly,” Brent assured her as she nodded and licked her glossed lips. Cammy slipped out of the car and turned to look at him. “Text when you’re ready to come home. I’m close by.” She nodded and left the car to walk through the glass doors, looking for Chloe even as she was aware that he was pulling away. Her friend was sitting in a small booth and waved with a smile on her pretty face.

“Hey, Cam. It’s been a while. How’s your summer going?” The bubbly strawberry Blondie asked as Cammy joined her at the table.

“It’s been nice not going to class, but I think I’ve been pretty lazy.”

“Who dropped you off?” Cammy looked over to see a clear view of the front door and the curb from where they were sitting. “That car was gorgeous!”

“That was Brent, my step dad. He was coming into work, and that means I can drink more since I don’t have to drive,” Cammy replied as Chloe smiled.

“That hot step dad…goodness, that man. You’re so lucky that he kept you there, even though my mind goes right to some naughty porn plot with how gorgeous he is,” Chloe winked as she teased Cammy and Cammy silently agreed with her. Everything about this situation was like a taboo porn movie.

“I wasn’t a small kid when Mom died, so I guess he figured I wouldn’t be much trouble. I am very grateful to him for letting me stay there and helping me out. It’s been a lifesaver,” Cammy told her as Chloe nodded. The waitress came over, and the girls ordered a large order of nachos with a few happy hour margaritas to start their night off. Cammy enjoyed the sweet, refreshing drink as she chatted with Chloe about school, friends, and guys.

“You look happy. Are you seeing someone?” Chloe asked as Cammy came close to spitting out the sip that she’d just taken. She managed to regain control of herself and shook her head slowly.

“That went down the wrong pipe.” Cammy sipped her water slowly. “No. Nobody. How about you?”

“Just Daniel sometimes. It’s a mess, but I can’t stay away from him,” Chloe went on to tell Cammy about her on again, off again boyfriend before she glances across the room and laughs. “We are getting looked at. Very cute guys!”

“What?” Cammy asked as she turned her head to see some very southern California guys looking their way as they smiled at her. Normally, this might be her thing, but Cammy knew that her heart belonged with Brent, as wrong as it was. “I don’t know, Chloe. I can see them look at you but me?”

“Guys like all shapes and sizes, Cam. You’re gorgeous.” Chloe told her as she watched the guys stand and walk over towards them. The brunette introjected himself as Nathan, and the Blondie was Jackson, and they scooted into the small table and ordered another round of drinks. Cammy talked and laughed with them as she sipped her drink, but she kept playing back her conversation with Brent as she watched Chloe and Nathan get closer and closer with each passing moment. They were close to kissing when she felt Jackson nudge her and clear his throat.

“I think we’ve lost them. Would you like to get out of here?” His lips were close to hers, and Cammy blinked as she hated herself for only thinking of Brent. She was pretty certain that Jackson had a job as a successful lawyer and was perfect in most girl’s heads, but he did nothing for her.

“I actually work early tomorrow. I’m sorry,” Cammy hated the lie even as she said it and Jackson’s face fell into a disappointed expression. He’d been flirting heavily, and Cammy didn’t realize that she’d been acting that responsive. Cammy excused herself to go to the bathroom, and she sat on the toilet as she slipped her phone out of her pocket. Had it been three hours since they arrived? No wonder she felt so tipsy, yet still not at all attracted to Jackson. She managed to send Brent a text that she was ready and leaned back to wait for a response as she stared at the canary yellow paint on the wall.

I am leaving right now. Take your panties off, Cammy. I want you bare when you get into my car.

Holy holy…Cammy read the responder a few times before she let it sink in. Bare…Brent wanted her naked. She finished her business in the bathroom and slipped her lace underwear off before rolling them into a ball and shoving them into her purse.

Every breeze seemed to blow up her skirt and over her bare folds as she made her way out of the restaurant with barely a look towards her table. Cammy pushed the door open and looked up and down the street as she stepped outside. The cool air traced her naked skin and Cammy heated up as she saw the silver car ease up to the curb. Brent was inside with an angry look on his face, and she stumbled towards the door with a soft cry. “Are you drunk?” Brent asked as he rushed out of the car and leaned over her where she’d tripped to the cement.

“I had a few margaritas, but I’m fine.” She tried to gather her dress around her as Brent lifted her and moved her towards the car as one of the men opened her door.

“Thank you,” Brent told him as he secured her inside with a dark look before going to his side of the car. He had revved the engine before he pulled out into traffic and she let her breath out. “How much did you have to drink?”

A few, I don’t know. I didn’t have to drive, and the guys kept buying them,” Cammy replied as he stopped at a light and turned to look at her.

“What guys?”

“Chloe invited them to sit down. I didn’t want them there.” They merged onto a freeway, and she felt Brent’s hand on her leg.

“Did you obey me?” His voice was quiet as she nodded.

“Yes, sir.” His hand slipped over her thigh and under her skirt as he touched her wet pussy with his fingers. “Oh fuck.”

“Bare and soaked. How long have you been like this?” Brent asked as he drove in the dark while his finger entered her.

“Since…I…messaged you,” Cammy replied as she spread her legs and dropped back into her seat.

“Did you get wet from me or did one of these guys make you this way?” Brent asked as she panted and felt him slide deeper.

“Only you. It will only ever be you,” Cammy told him as she felt him add another finger and start to manipulate her clit with his palm. “I want you, Brent. I want to fuck you so bad.” The alcohol was making her lose whatever inhibitions that she’d had, and all of the truths spilled out. They stopped at a light, and he continued to spread her open with his hand as he told her all of the things that he wanted to do to her as Cammy lost herself in a sloppy orgasm that dampened his hand and her dress. She curled up on the seat as he finished the drive to the house and felt herself sobering up with the realization of what she’d just done.

Brent pulled up into the garage and closed the door behind him. “Come inside,” he told her as Cammy blinked and followed him into the kitchen. “I am going to get some wine. I want you naked and on my bed waiting for me upstairs.”

“You do?” She asked as he nodded at her. Cammy gripped her purse, and she walked to the stairs on shaking legs before she walked up to the third floor. She’d wanted to be in control with this, but everything had come out in the car with her ridiculous pleas. Brent didn’t want a kid to tell him all of the awkward stuff that she wanted from him. He wanted a woman that did what she was told but wasn’t she that woman as she pushed open his bedroom door? Reality and fantasy blurred together as she moved to the bed and slid her clothes off. Everything felt too tight, and she dropped the dress and sweater to the floor before she remembered the underwear in her purse.