Here's the Clam you've all been waiting for.
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Who: The PC and Briarwood Boys
What: Stylist meeting
Claire flicked her head up as the bathroom door clicked open and Kristen walked out followed by Kemp, and smirked. Surrounded by dresses that she probably couldn't afford, and really didn't interest her, Claire took to her usual routine of pretending to browse the racks; she was an actress after all. She surveyed the rest of the room wondering whether anyone noticed and caught Massie's gloating eyes, which beckoned her over.
"They're trés ah-dorable, aren't they?" Massie cocked an eyebrow urging Claire to agree.
"Yeah, definitely, but you know Kemp is a player…."
"Buh-reath Claire, this set up is brill. She doesn't need a boyfriend; she just needs someone to distract her from Humpty Dempsey. Besides, I swear Kris is a DSL Dater at heart."
Alicia flitted over to the pair of whispering girls catching Massie's words. "Point!" Alicia had heard this and that of boys hanging with Kristen, as friends of course! But the girl totally had DSL dater potential. If Kris was a year older she totes would have hung out with Skye. Well, they all probably would have, but still. Alicia stopped thinking confusing herself in all the technicalities of hypothetical situations.
"What's everyone talking about?" Dylan had popped her head into the middle of the trio, strands of flaming red hair covering her face.
"Kris and Kemp," Alicia scooted over letting her friend in.
"They are totes cute!" Dylan exclaimed her volume slightly higher than desired, catching Kemp's attention. "Sorry, that was loud wasn't it?" The red head shifted from foot to foot.
"I swear Dyl, you need a dial for volume control." Massie smirked at the red head.
"Ehmagod, is my hair frizzy?" Dylan's hands flew to her hair smoothing it down.
"Dylan, your hair is fine. I meant your mouth." Massie sighed elbowing Alicia who was clutching her stomach laughing. Claire pulled away from the crowd tired of the conversation and went to search for Cam, finding the stylist holding a pair of pants next to his face. He grinned as Claire approached him a small blush covering his cheeks. Was he embarrassed?
"She's trying to find a pair of pants that match my eyes." He grimaced.
"That sounds tough. Maybe she should just take a pair of regular jeans and put grass stains all over them? Green and Blue!" Claire giggled. "Wanna get out of here? I'd never tell Massie this but I already bought a dress at Nordstrom's and I want to show it to you." Claire pulled Cam's hand and dragged him out of the mansion and across the lawn to the guest house. She wrapped her robe snugly around her. She definitely didn't need her parents or Todd, seeing her in Massie's idea of "something cute".
"Hello, Mom? Dad?" Claire called into the house as she walked across the threshold of the door. Her voice echoed across the house as she received no response. "They must be gone."
"Oh really? Maybe we should investigate?" Cam smirked, slightly crouching attempting to look like a spy. Claire followed suit getting close against the wall and creeping towards the kitchen. Together they stealthily moved across the wall, reaching the corner Claire turned abruptly fingers out positioned into an imaginary gun.
"FREEZE!...ouch!" her left foot retracted up towards her as she hopped on one foot in pain.
"Claire what happened?" Cam lunged wrapping an arm around her waist and propping Claire's tiny frame against him.
"I hit my ankle on the stupid chair and I think I bruised it!" Claire winced in pain as her ankle throbbed. "Babe could help me go upstairs?" Cam quickly swept Claire off of her feet and cradled her like he was carrying a bride.
"How about I carry you up the stairs?" He grinned looking at her clear blue eyes adoringly.
"Even better!"
Cam carried Claire up the stairs with ease, laying her down on her crème duvet. He gently touched her ankle provoking a sharp breath from Claire. "Did that hurt?" he implored massaging her ankle trying to soothe the pain away.
"Keep doing that, it's starting to feel better." Cam continued to massage her ankle and bent down giving it light fleeting kisses. Claire giggled as his soft lips left her skin tingling.
"Cam what are you doing?"
"Kissing your boo boo." He smiled slowly creeping up her leg and finding her mouth. He gently kissed her letting his tongue slide across her bottom lip beckoning her to open her mouth and give him entry. His hands fiddled with her robe pulling it away from her body revealing the peach colored chemise that hardly covered Claire. He pulled his head away and broke the kiss so he could look down and take in her beauty. He licked his lips as she caught a glimpse of her pink nipples peeking through the lace fabric. His left hand quickly began teasing her breast his thumb brushing over her nipples and massaging them through the cloth. With his fingers he dragged the lace downwards freeing her breast from the fabric. He began sucking her neck and rubbing his erection against her hot center.
"Caaam" she groaned his name slowly dragged out of her mouth.
"Are you feeling better?" His mouth quickly found her taut nipples, his tongue molding against their pinking forms.
"Yes" she hissed, causing him to grind against her. His fingers hooked against the waist band of the lace thong pulling it down, then retreated back up to play with her clit. Claire reached out pulling his face towards hers and looked into his eyes. "I'm ready." Cam nodded as she slowly began to unbutton his pants. He gasped as her hands wrapped around his member as she pulled him out. Together they guided him towards her both nervous and excited. He slid into her slowly and froze when he heard Claire let out a sharp gasp. He nestled his head into crook of her neck and covered her collar bone with light kisses. "Keep going." She pushed up against him taking him in deeper. Cam continued to pump, Claire meeting him at every beat, taking in every inch of him. They moved in silence only looking into each other's eyes. Claire felt pure ecstasy as her walls shuddered around him as he released himself. The two collapsed next to each other grinning happily.
"So you wanted to show me a dress?"
"Don't you like it better off?"
"Well I would like to see what I'll be taking off tonight." Cam rolled his head over to look at her and gave Claire a quick wink. Claire smiled slyly slinking up to closet pulling out a dress.
"Well that depends on a) will you be getting any tonight and b) if so how will we be doing it?" Cam scrunched his eyebrows in confusion urging Claire to explain. "Do you like it rough or will you be gentle?" Claire questioned bringing out her inner Massie.
Cam stood up wrapping his arms around her. "Let's just say don't wear anything too expensive because you might not get it back."