Diana

I could honestly say I’d never seen a single basketball game to the end in my life - aside from possibly five minutes or so of one at a bar or a restaurant that had televisions hooked up around the walls. I could also honestly say that I left the arena far more confused than when I had entered.

Noah was an adorable kid and watching him and his dad cheer enthusiastically whenever the Bulls scored a point made me follow suit, but he wasn’t very good at explanations. I was certain he knew exactly what was going on out there between the two teams, but he didn’t quite have the vocabulary or ability to explain it just yet.

So, I just sat there confused and not caring about my confusion at all. I was happy - no, thoroughly content - to watch Cameron and Noah having the time of their lives and giggling enthusiastically when Cameron tried to explain about a technical foul or what a ‘jump ball’ was. Just being here where I could be a part of their love for the game and spend time with them was enough.

At halftime, we all got up to navigate the crowds and find the restrooms. On the way back to our seats, a food stand caught Noah’s eye. Little cardboard boxes of funnel cake had been laid out neatly in a row.

“Do you want one?” I asked him. He nodded, staring up at the woman behind the stand with big eyes. “I’ll get you one. Can I get a funnel cake, please? We can help him eat it,” I told Cameron, fishing a debit card out of my wallet to give to the woman. “He doesn’t have to eat the whole thing.”

“He will if you let him,” Cameron said jokingly, but let me buy Noah the cake.

All three of us shared it as the third quarter of the game began. The cheering commenced almost immediately as the Bulls tied up the game then pulled ahead a few points. By the time the game ended, the Bulls had a solid lead over the Miami Heat.

Throughout the ride back to Cameron’s house, Noah talked excitedly about the game. Cameron and I didn’t really get a chance to get a word in, but when we caught each other in a sideways glance, our wide smiles kind of spoke for us.

With all the excitement from the game, staying up way past his bedtime, and a tummy full of funnel cake and dinner we had eaten earlier, Noah was half asleep by the time Cameron pulled the car into the driveway. He put up a very half-hearted fight when Cameron took him to bed and insisted that he would only go to sleep if I read him a story.

“Is he asleep?” Cameron asked when I emerged from Noah’s room and closed the door softly behind me.

“Didn’t even get through a page.” We both smiled at that.

“Do you want a glass of wine? I’d rather us talk in my bedroom, though. It’s at the end of the hall so we won’t wake him up.”

I quelled a tiny surge of nervousness - or was it excitement? “Sure.” Noah’s room was right off the living room, so it did make sense not to stay in here…

Cameron picked a bottle from a few options, grabbed two glasses and led the way to his bedroom. I’d never been in here before - when I was nannying, I had no reason to be - so I glanced around curiously while Cameron filled the glasses. The room was big, although maybe not as large as I was expecting. It was sleek, clean, and everything followed a color scheme of whites and grays. The bed had white sheets and a white backboard, and the soft, thick rug on the floor was also white. The comforter was gray, as were the two chairs near the windows with drawn blinds that protected the privacy of the room.

“It’s a little boring, I know,” Cameron apologized. “I’ve been meaning to get some art or decorations to give it some color.” He handed me a wine glass.

“It’s not boring, it’s just… a little bleak,” I said honestly. Even the walls were gray, although not unpleasantly dark. “A change of comforter might help,” I admitted since he had brought up the room’s furnishings. I didn’t want to be too critical, though, and I got the feeling Cameron hadn’t put together most of the decor in the house. “This wine is really good, though,” I told him, trying to get off any subject that could remind him of his ex-wife. Were we just going to talk decor and wine all night?

“I should have asked you to come look at my selection of wines.” Cameron sat on the edge of the bed, still holding his glass. “There are a lot of options.”

“Oh… no problem.” I giggled - I probably wouldn’t have known one from the other… I took a sip of wine to hide my sudden awkwardness as I wondered if I should sit down too - and if so, where. I ended up sauntering over to the window and looking out at the snow coming down again. Maybe if I drank enough wine I’d be able to think of at least one single topic of conversation…

Arms encircled my waist, pulling me away from the chill of the snow outside and into warmth and security. “Have I ever told you that you’re beautiful?”

“Yes,” I managed, the word hardly a breath. “Two times, I think.”

“Standing here, with the light streaming out and illuminating the snow behind you - beautiful.”

It was the most inventive compliment I’d ever received, and it put a happy warmth into my cheeks that wasn’t quite a blush. His breath just stirred the hairs on my neck. When I kissed his lips, I bet they would be just as warm and also soft…

I had to find out, so I spun in his arms and brought our lips together. Mine touched his and found that they weren’t warm, but cool and soothing - like the rims of our glasses. I tasted the wine and smelled it on his breath, but it wasn’t unpleasant. The fumes washed over me, intoxicating me like I had consumed enough already to make me heady.

My fingers slipped from my glass and I shrieked and tried wildly to catch it, only to realize Cameron had smoothly taken it from me. “Unless you want more?” he asked, quirking an eyebrow as he set it down on the entertainment center.

“What I want more of is… you.” The words had been so natural - when had I gotten good at flirting?

His lustful gaze told me I’d said just the right thing. “How much more?” Each of his steps forward matched one of mine back until the backs of my knees knocked against the mattress.

“I want - I want all of you.” I could feel the truth of my words between my legs.

Cameron took my hands in his, and I thought he was going to pull me in for another kiss, but instead, he used his body to push me back on the bed, guiding my hands to the hem of his Bulls jersey.

Relieved to have a cue, I quickly tugged off the shirt, watching as each inch of his torso was revealed. I didn’t have too many models to go off of, but… I decided right then and there that I loved chest hair and that Cameron had just the right amount.

Then his fingers clasped my sweater. My arms naturally pinched in at the elbows, instinctively trying to protect me from something that I hadn’t allowed to happen in a long time. You want this. You want this. Then, I put my arms up helping Cameron take it off.

Somehow I didn’t notice him taking my bra with him. How had he even unclasped the bra that fast? Nervously, I took my time in tossing the clothes aside. You wanted experience.

Cameron was definitely that. His mouth found my right nipple and started licking and sucking away before I even had time to react. A startled “oooh” found its way out of my mouth. Would it always feel this good? Cameron’s teeth came into play on my other nipple, teasing it erect.

What was I supposed to do with my hands? They were just flailing around, unsure what to attach themselves to in the throes of pleasure Cameron’s mouth was causing. I ended up attaching one on his hair and one on the waistband of his pants. His fingers closed over mine. He undid his belt, unzipped his pants, and unhooked my fingers, setting them instead on-

My face threatened to burn, but I firmly refused to blush. It hadn’t been so long that I couldn’t do anything right. I began massaging his length through his underwear, my hand growing more and more confident when he moaned into my chest. He slipped a hand between my legs. The light, teasing pressure made me want to open and close them at the same time.

Suddenly, I wanted to see him. All of him. I tugged his underwear down and his erection sprang free. I gulped a little, hoping my eyes weren’t wide as a frightened doe’s. He was wide… and long. At least I thought so, because, again... not much to go on.

“Are you okay?” Cameron asked, immediately pulling back to give me a little space. “We don’t have to do this.”

Did I really look that nervous? “No, I want to,” I said honestly, “just… it’s been a while.” Will it feel like the first time? Is it going to hurt? Never asking those questions out loud.

Cameron leaned forward and captured my mouth in a kiss. Each one was long, gentle, and reassuring. Each one told me that Cameron cared about me and he wouldn’t do anything to make me uncomfortable or hurt me. “We’ll go slow.” His voice was low and bassy even in a breathy whisper. “And you can tell me if you’re uncomfortable.” Each sentence was punctuated with a kiss, and each reassurance from his deep, mellow voice assuaged some of my nervousness.

His long, hard length pressed against my entrance, sliding easily against my wetness for him. He was poised, ready, waiting for some kind of signal that I was comfortable and okay with what we were about to do.

Suddenly, I was glad. I was glad that his straight arms stretched down on either side of me, making a little space between our bodies and giving me a second to think without the intoxication of his unique scent. His eyes gazed nervously, reassuringly, and lustfully into mine. Nervous, because he wasn’t sure if I was ready. Reassuring, because he wanted to help me overcome my trust issues and be there for me. Lustfully, because he wanted me. He wanted to be inside me.

Finally, I was ready to let him. I showed him that by reaching up and pulling him closer, letting just the tip of his penis tease the sensitive entrance before inviting him inside.

Slowly, his length focused on my core that ached to receive him. As he pushed slowly inside of me, it was like I’d been empty… and only now was I full. Full enough. For a second, his width stretched me a little too far, but then he found just the right spot inside of me. I had been afraid - well, I had been afraid he would just spear me with his length - but it didn’t hurt. It just felt… good. Tight, but good.

“Is this okay?” Cameron paused, letting me get accustomed to him and asking me how I felt, with a kiss.

“Yeah. It feels - it feels wonderful.” I was blushing again. Why was I embarrassed now, of all times? But Cameron just pecked the rising pink on my cheeks, brushing his lips against each spot.

“Good,” he murmured, his head moving down to kiss my shoulders and neck. He began to move in and out, letting out little sounds of pleasure. His sounds made it feel okay to make some of my own, and soon we were rocking back and forth in unison, moaning with shared passion.

Suddenly, he pulled out. My walls closed around empty air, and I let out another moan - this one of denied pleasure. He kissed my neck, then slowly trailed wet, sucking kisses down my shoulder, chest, and tummy… then right above my dripping folds. Soft, open lips kissed my partially closed ones-

Then he touched his wet, wiggling tongue to my little bud.

The pleasure skyrocketed. When I could finally feel something besides the sensations between my legs, I found myself arching my back and clutching his hair, pulling him into me, begging him not to stop. The tongue went lick lick lick, my hips wriggled with a mind of their own, and it felt so good, so good….

Cameron stopped. My eyes flashed open indignantly, my mouth opened to ask him to keep going - but suddenly he pushed my folds apart with his still-hard shaft and buried himself within me.

Cameron had been holding back before. This time, he went deeper - but still, it didn’t hurt. It just felt incredible, amazing, wonderful, building more pleasure atop what his tongue had given me.

I wanted to tell him, to say out loud how good it felt, that he was doing everything right, but all I could say was “oh, oh, oh, oh….” It was too much… or was it just enough? One more thrust and he brushed against just the right spot inside me to bring all the sensations tumbling together, writhing through my body in a mind-melting orgasm. My mind flooded with emotion and pleasure, and I was sure I looked surprised - but I couldn’t make a single sound.

Cameron didn’t stop there. He moved in and out, in and out, faster and harder than he had before, moaning enough for both of us while I still couldn’t make a noise. I tensed, waiting for the feeling of something filling me up even more - but there was nothing, only a second intense sensation of pleasure from Cameron clutching me tight and orgasming against my body.

He pulled out, leaving me feeling kinda relieved. Once the pleasure had ended, I had started to feel a little bit uncomfortable with him inside me. Cameron’s weight and warmth rolled away, and I lazily turned my neck to watch him use a tissue to take off a condom. When had he put that on? I hadn’t noticed when he did. But he was right to do it. There would be time to think about kids in the future, hopefully, and of course, there was Noah.

“How was that? How was I?” Cameron asked. Suddenly I realized I hadn’t been the only one who had been nervous.

“Just… just hold me, please.” Lifting my butt just a little so he could pull the covers down, I snuggled into his chest as he lay down and covered us both, folding the soft fabric over our warm embrace.

When I woke up the next morning, I lay there for a while, afraid to move and wake Cameron, even though, well… I had to pee pretty bad. Wine does that.

What if something was different? We’d been so intimate last night, and I had loved it. Cameron was gentle, careful, and respecting of my wishes. I had no doubt if I’d asked him to stop, he would have immediately and not judged me for it.

Now that he’d seen all of me, and I’d seen all of him - would anything change? To be so close in the bedroom, then just walk back out into the world like nothing happened...

Finally, I did bestir myself to find the bathroom, and I did wake Cameron. I finished my business and came back into the bedroom. We had slept naked together and he had seen everything I had to offer, but I still wanted to find my clothes and get them on quickly.

He seemed to sense my mood, because he had my clothes waiting on the bed when I got back.

“Good morning,” he said as we both began to dress. It was such an ordinary, conversational thing to say, and I jumped onto it with comments of my own. We had a normal, non-sexual conversation, fixed breakfast, and ate in the living room with Noah. I might have had a morning like this anytime I nannied Noah.

But did that mean nothing changed? No, plenty of things changed - but only for the better. Cameron and I spent more and more time with each other after that night. Sometimes after Noah went to bed we sat around just talking, other times Noah played at our feet.

The dynamics of our relationship didn’t change - the most important things that had brought us together remained. We did, however, grow more and more open with each other as the weeks passed by.

Cameron talked about the sex games he had become addicted to, and I told him he’d broken that addiction. I told him more of how my father had verbally abused me, and Cameron showered me with the truth in his eyes. “Diana, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen...”