BMMP late bloomer - outline
BMMP Late Bloomer Concept
Steph, a 18 y/o geeky late-blooming carrier is only 5'10" (and skinny - perky B cup) before leaving for her first year of college.. and a little out-of-place.. to short and skinny to fit in with 7' carriers even though she supposedly is one, but enviously tall for normal girls. And confused about who and what she is. She finally resigns to forget this 'carrier stuff' and be a tall normal. Meets a boy at college. Then suddenly she starts her carrier growth spurt. Both of them have to adjust over the next ~6 months as she sprouts up to 7'5" about two inches a month.
BMMP Backstory
In 2015, world viral epidemic affects 25% of the population. spread through kissing, blood, and sexual contact (more m->f). Kills 13% infected men ... most purge the virus, but 30% of girls become "carriers" - who experience exaggerated development from childhood to full maturation (16-22, depending on the person). (dramatic height, hip, breast growth -- leading to caricature proportions)
four years after the epidemic, female 'carriers' are 8" to 20" taller.
late teen (16+) full maturation carriers are 6'3" to 7'10" (compared to women 5'3"-6'1", or men 5'6" to 6'4")
12yo girls are now (avg 5'5" + 18" => 6'11", compared to 5'3" boys)
10yo girls are now (avg 4'8" + 15" => 5'10", compared to 4'8" boys)
Epidemic left a majority of women (by killing 13% of infected men), shifting the majority and balance of political power.
It also causes competition between carriers and normals for men, making women more flexible about age gaps in either direction.
carriers also have increased libido and testosterone, causing their male partners to be more jealous/suspicious/protective
first female president elected (a normals-size republican woman, the democrats ran a carrier)
retail and residential doors are being incrementally replaced with 8'5" doors to accommodate carriers.
some carriers display flagrant Chauvinism
Characters
Steph (Stephanie) - 19 y/o, late bloomer (was 'only' 5'11" at age 18, but grows to 7'5" from Sept->May),
Lindsey - 19 y/o "normal", 5'5", cute, brunette. steph's freshman roomate... ("into" carriers and kind of bi-curious), nose ring, tongue ring
Isabella - 21 y/o, early bloomer (was 7'2" by age 16), became very precocious and sexual early. (maybe Lindsey's girl-fling?)
Boys
Cameron - A 5'9" smart, gentle, but confident Philosophy classmate of Steph's. Steph kinda likes him because he's not all bravado and confidence.
out... move to Interface?
Lliam - A 5'10" self-professed carrier idolizer. Izzy meets him at a bar, takes him home, and he quickly becomes one of her favorite entertainment outlets, on account of his eagerness to please her (and carriers in general) and his oral proficiency.
Questions / TODO
should cameron be "weird" (aka emasculated) about her growth at first? to give he more reason to be confused and kissing another boy
maybe the bar-guy should be more aggressive, groping her or something -- to put her in a bad mood
maybe he should make too much of a big deal about her height (not rudly, just talking about it too much "i've never danced with a girl this tall")
should we make 5'10" Steph a little 'big boned', rather than thin? Yes.
we need to delay Steph's libido increase, to better align it with her carrier development
* Intro Steph, summer before going away to college
A 18 y/o geeky late-blooming carrier is only 5'10" (and skinny - perky B cup) before leaving for her first year of college.. and a little out-of-place.. to short and skinny to fit in with 7' carriers even though she supposedly is one, but enviously tall for normal girls. And confused about who and what she is. She toils about what to put on her college dorm assignment forms (carrier or not), her mom councils her not to, but she marks carrier.
At her prepare-for-college doctors appt, she again brings up the topic of her testing positive as a carrier but only being 5'10".. her doctor said if she was going to grow more, it would most likely happen by 18, and her birthday was back in March.
her doctor gives her supportive answers (the test isn't perfect, every person is different, being normal isn't bad... the majority of women are normal)
at home, she has an emotional moment with her mother, crying, her mother supporting her... neither her nor her father are tall, so maybe she was destined to be 5'3" and the virus gave her an extra seven inches, which many women would kill for by the way. You are smart and gorgeous, the whole package. You're about to leave for college, and if you accept the gifts you have and apply yourself, you'll have an amazing career, you'll have guys lining up to date you. You'll have an amazing life. Stop torturing yourself about what could have been.
* Welcome to Campus
On arrival to campus, Steph meets her roomate Lindsey, who is 5'5", cute, and bubbly. Lindsey is 'relieved' she didn't get a carrier roommate. ("Why? do you not like carriers?") / Ohh no, it's not that. She just feels really funny around them, all nervous and tingly with butterflies in my stomatch. They say it's somewhat common to feel this way the first time you meet a carrier, but it happens to me *every* time. I don't know if it's intimidation, or attraction, or what it is. Ohh, I mean, I'm not a lesbian or anything. But I do find myself oddly drawn to them, like they have gravity or something, you know? I just don't think I could handle being around that all the time. So I'm super glad I got a normal roomate. We are going to have the best time!" Steph's ambiguous connection to the virus still nagged at her, but she was here to move on with her life, so she tried to put it out of her mind.
?? what else happens during the intro ??
maybe they go through their class schedules?
maybe they meet their neighbors? Some boys on another floor?
* Steph meets a boy
On the first Monday of class, after English Literature, Steph meets a geeky boy (Cameron) who is strangely nice. He asks where she's headed, and she says lunch, and he asks if they can get something together down at the union cafe. "Sure", talk while walking over and during lunch, and it turns out they have alot in common. (???) He admits that while he doesn't want to leave, he has another class to get to. He's super great to have met her, first friend on campus.
On Wednesday, after English Lit, Cameron and Steph briefly chat, but Steph has another class and doesn't have time for lunch. He asks he she wants to meet for coffee after classes, "it's not like they have any homework yet", can i text you? They swap numbers.
When they meet for coffee, Steph brings Lindsey, who is her normal nervously bubbly self and dominates the talking a little too much. Eventually, Cameron starts getting bugged by his roommate to meet up for dinner. He asks if they want to come with. Lindsey declines for him, suggesting they "have that thing back at the dorm" (a fake excuse).
...afterwords, Lindsey is a little too excited, and asks if Steph is going to date him, because she thought he was kind of cute, and then she starts going into all the reasons that geeks make the best boyfriends..... Steph hadn't really thought about it, but sure, i guess. If you want, I can see if he's interested. (yes yes yes)
On Thursday, they exchange some innocent text messages.
On Friday, after English Lit, they meet up and walk towards lunch...
Steph tries to gently broach the topic (remember my roommate, Lindsey?) she thinks you're cute, and I told her I'd ask if you were interested in her, see if you wanted to meet her for a drink or dinner or something.
Cameron, tries to be funny about the awkwardness of being into Steph. "Lindsey was nice, and cute, maybe a little overly talkative (they both laugh), but he was really hoping to take *you* out. So what-do-ya-say, are you free Tonight? or really any night?"
"Wait, me? Like a date?"
"Is that so hard to believe? You're smart, your're nice, you're cute, and I dunno, I guess I just have a thing for taller girls. I know it's just our first week on campus, but I need to swoop you up before someone else does." Steph found his flattery a little humerous, and inadvertantly giggled at it. "Ohh no, this is the moment where I get the friend-zone conversation." He held his hand to his mouth and made a funny voice, like he was talking over a radio, "mayday, mayday, going down. need immediate evac." After that, she was genuinely laughing.
"No," she briefly touched his wrist as she let her laughing calm down, "no, it's not that. I just. It's funny to hear someone think of me as tall." With him being a bit shorter than her (pic), and having a puzzled look on his face, she knew that would take some explaining. "Even as early as age ten, I've screened positive as a carrier, and while I was shorter than the other carriers even then, all through high school I kept expecting to sprout up any moment. While I do have some carrier traits, my doctor says this is it, this is all I get. While I'm finally starting to accept it, I still think of myself as a foot shorter than I was supposed to be."
"Ohh. That sounds like alot to deal with growing up. Well, I had no idea. You don't seem anything like the carriers I've met. They've had a weird way about them, like they thought they were better than us normals, I mean normals. Anyhow, you're tall enough for *me*," his voice took on a playful quality, "and I didn't hear a yes in there, but I didn't hear a no either. So how about that date? Dinner? Movie? Bad jokes?" He poked his fingers into the air, punctuating his words.
She immediately started laughing again, "fine, fine," she said, half answering him, half playfully giving up to avoid more of his cheesy jokes.
"Yes," he said, making a quick victory pose. "You can tell Lindsey you never asked me about her. That when you thought it over, you had to have me for yourself... she she doesn't feel like I turned her down."
"Ohh really? That's very gentlemanly of you," she said, half sarcastically. "Well right now, I *have* to have some lunch, so we better get moving."
?? (cut this?) That evening, over dorm dinner, Lindsey excitedly asks if she talked to Cameron.
Steph decides his plan was a good one, and confesses she didn't ask him, and in fact he asked her out on a date and she said yes.
Lindsey gave her a melodramatic scowl, before confessing that she thought he was into her. She jokes about "maybe when you two get tired of each other. i'm not too proud to take your discards. When are you going out?"
"Tonight. I told him I had to meet you for dinner, but that he could come by after."
"Oohh.. inviting him over already. Hubba hubba. I guess I have some studying to do at the library. Or I can go to a horrible all-ages bar... alone."
"I'm sorry. I'm a terrible roommate. I'll tell him we have to do it another night. It's our first weekend, we should go out."
"Yes! We should. You can bring him along. I'm sure you two can still disappear into a dark corner after you lure in some other guys."
"Lindsey, you are terrible."
?? (...lindsey coaxes her into wearing something semi-trashy for the bar)
** Steph and Lindsey head out to an all-ages bar with dancing,
They find a table to lurk at. It doesn't take long for a couple guys to walk up and start chatting with them. They are obviously a little older, and holding beers. Offering to get some for the girls.. Steph confesses to being not yet 21, which the guys laugh at. Steph still turns it down, while Lindsey takes the beer right out of one guys hand and takes a big swig and starts flirting. Lindsey asks the guys if they dance, and they promptly ask if the guys are ready to get out there. Lindsey grabs the one guy's hand, while Steph tries to decline because she's "waiting for someone." Lindsay pressures her, "loosen up girl, it's just dancing. you can break off when Cammi-Cammi gets here." (The girl's right. it's just dancing. What-do-ya-say?") She caves.
The four of them head out on the dancefloor, with Lindsey still carrying her beer, and dancing with a funny mix of flirty grinds and awkward turns. Steph does not know what to do, and awkwardly just shuffles back and forth in front of the other guy. "I'm sorry, I don't dance much," she tries to tell him, over the loud music. / He leans in, touching her shoulder and shouting over the music, "you're beautiful." Which made her blush. "What are you studying?" / "Undeclared," she tries to shout, losing the beat trying to manage her awkward dancing while getting close enough to be heard. / "So this guy...your boyfriend?" She didn't answer right away and considered saying yes, so as not to encourage him. She did find him attractive, and she liked that he was taller than her in the 2" kitten heels she'd worn for Cameron, but she didn't know anything about him. / "No. English Lit together." As soon as she answered, he put his arm on hers shoulder and left it there, forcing them to move together. They had been dancing close, and sometimes bumping hips accidentally, but to Steph it felt conspiciously timed. It only took a couple steps for her to mess it up and step on his foot. To his credit, he said nothing of it. / "Well, if he doesn't show, I'll take care of you tonight. And if he does, you'll have to let me take you out another night." / Steph smiled, a bit embarrassed at his forwardness, and tried to sass him back, while accidentally moving left when he moved right, "ohh really? I will, will I?" / "Yes. You will. But no dancing. You're a horrible dancer." She laughed. She might have been wounded, if it wasn't so true. "You want to sit down?" She immediately stopped dancing and nodded.
Cameron spotted them coming off the dancefloor, and quickly pushed his way through the crowd to intercept them on the way to a free high-top table. "Hi Steph," he shouted, barely heard. He'd only ever seen her in class, so seeing her with her hair teased, in a tight-fitting tank top that stopped barely short of her jeans (pic) was a whole different look. In fact, she seemed slightly taller, and when he leaned in for a hug, it was quickly obvious she was wearing heels. The whole thing was pushing all his buttons, and he was jazzed, but he had to deal with something first. He turned to the guy she was walking off the dance floor with, noting he was even taller than her in her heels, and reached out his hand, "i'm Cameron." Cameron made a point to shake his hand firmly, using the hug and the handshake to wordless say to this guy, she's mine, bugger off.
Steph watched the whole exchange with unfold, very aware that she was the territory they were squabbling for minor dominance over. And for a fleeting moment she couldn't help but wonder if she was getting the outcome she wanted, because she certainly was more viscerally attracted to the tall dancing guy even if she didn't even know his name. She waited for him to say it, but could have sworn she heard him say, "I'm unlucky." He briefly turned to her, nodded, and headed back towards the dancefloor, before Cameron took her hand and led her to a bar table.
"You look amazing," he said immediately, sliding his stool close to hers so they could hear each other. "Was I late?"
"No, I'm sorry." Steph was embarassed. They had a date. He shouldn't have arrived to find her walking off the dance floor with another guy, even if it was just a couple minutes of bad dancing. "They came up to Lindsey and I, and they wanted to dance, and she really wanted me to go, and I dunno. I guess I just got roped into it."
"Ahh, makes sense. It's no problem. This is college, you're going to have guys hitting on you every minute you're in a bar like this. Can I get you a drink?"
"I don't drink, I'm not 21," she said, wondering why she even suggested to meet out at a bar. She didn't dance, she didn't drink, and they could barely hear each other.
"Steph, we're both freshman. I'm not 21 either. I meant a soda. Diet Coke or something?" She shook her head. "Okay. You want to get back out there and dance?" She shook her head again. "You want to get out of here?" She nodded her head, a smile finally forming. Cameron promptly stood, took her hand, and led her towards the door. As soon as they were on the street, walking, with him holding her hand, she started feeling better.
"I'm sorry. I've never been to a bar like that before. It isn't what I expected. And trust me, you don't want to dance with me. I'm a horrible horrible dancer. In high school, most guys were too intimidated to talk to me, and those that weren't went after carriers."
"Fools. All of them, fools," he said, squeezing her hand, eliciting a smile. "You're probably chilly in that outfit. I think there is an all-night taqueria a block over. And it's still early, roasters is open until eleven."
"You're too nice, Cameron. Actually, I don't really get cold. Part of the BMP swirling around in me, I guess. Can we just walk?" Cameron smiled and nodded, and they kept walking, silently, holding hands. After a block, Steph noticed him shuffling his feet a little, trying to keep her pace, and slowed down, taking slightly smaller steps. The night on campus was beautiful. As they crossed the main quad of buildings, there was a group playing some kind of game on rollerblades, and music was coming from small group on the far end. Steph coaxed them around a corner towards the music.
As they approached, they picked up that it was two guitarists, taking turns, playing mostly folksy versions of fifteen year old rock songs. When they reached the group, one of them was playing an instrumental only Dust in the Wind. Cameron gestured towards the ground, silently asking if she wanted to sit. The group noticed them, and opened up their circle a little, allowing the two of them to sit in it.
On the ground, Cameron brushed his hand on her back, surprised at how warm it was. Steph felt relaxed. She really liked being around Cameron, and she scooted closer, until she was gently snugged up to him, and they just sat that way, enjoying the music, with Cameron's arm gently around her back.
When the song came to an end, everyone clapped, and the female guitarist gently spoke up, "any requests?" As she looked around the audience, Cameron and Steph looked too, noticing that they were all couples, just spending time out on a fall evening night. Though all of them were dressed warmer than Steph. Just when it seemed like nobody would make a request, Steph spoke up, "Blackbird. Can you play Blackbird?"
The guitarist silently nodded, and settled into the opening refrain. Cameron looked up at the stars, with the music playing, and felt tingles on his skin, both because it felt like a special moment, and because he realized he was actually a little cold. Then something happened that he did not expect, when the guitarist began to sing, Steph joined her, "Blackbird singing in the dead of night..." Her voice was beautiful, angelic, and entirely unexpected for Cameron. The rest of the circle looked over at Steph, smiling, nodding, as the two ladies continued singing together, but he only heard her.
The lyrics to the song are uncomplicated, and served as a perfect backdrop for the tenderness and sorrow coming through in Steph's voice. Then, in the second refrain, out of nowhere, Steph started belting, "Take these sunken eyes and learn to see." Her talent and vocal flurish was so beautiful the guitarist stop singing and everyone turned to her, "All your life. You were only waiting for this moment to be free. You were only waiting for this moment to be free." The guitarist played out a few final bars, and when she stopped, everyone in the small group cheered for Steph.
"You have a really beautiful voice," the guitarist complimented as the clapping stopped, with everyone around the circle nodding. "Would you like to sing another?"
"No, no. Thank you," Steph replied, "I usually don't sing for an audience, but it just felt right." She leaned into Cameron, and put her hands on his thigh, squeezing it. The guitarist nodded, as the other one, who Cameron was thinking was her boyfriend, picked up his guitar and started into a Metallica song, singing this time. When the refrain talked about "nothing else matters", Cameron felt the words run through him.
--
Two hours later, the two of them silently walked the final hallway to Steph's doom room, still holding hands like they had been the entire time.
Cameron felt a buzzing well up inside him. Yesterday he thought was was pretty, smart, nice, tall. But after this evening he felt so much more, part wanting and longing - a longing to kiss her; and part nervousness how quickly it would end if she didn't feel the same way.
Steph wasn't sure what should happen next. Should she bring him inside? Send him home? Would they kiss? She stopped at the door. "Cameron, that was really special. I really like spending time with you."
Cameron looked up few inches into her eyes, nervous at how pretty she was, nervous that his memory was faulty -- that the night had been a dream, nervous that she wasn't feeling any of this. But this was all rationalization. His body had already decided. He reached his hand around her back, pulled himself close, and stretched onto his tip-toes to kiss her. It wasn't until the last few inches, with her eyes locked on his, the corner of her lip curling upwards, that he knew she wanted this too.
As their lips met he reached a hand gently around her neck, softly holding her, kissing her lips and offering his tongue, which she accepted and tangled with her own. A moment later, he couldn't stay on his tiptoes any longer. He had always had a thing for taller girls, but he'd never actually kissed one, and she had heels on. He fell down onto his feet, urging her to follow, but she was leaning back against the wall, and her neck couldn't bend that way, so their lips gently parted.
As the kiss ended, Steph held Cameron close, her arms draped over his shoulders, and couldn't help beaming a smile from ear to ear. She liked the kiss as much as the evening. It was sexy, but in a subtle, gentle way. It's just how he was.. "I really like you, Cameron."
"I really like you too, Steph," he said, hugging her firmly, looking up a few inches into her eyes.
Another thing she liked about him, is that despite his gentleness, he was confident. Most guys his height wouldn't even ask her out, let alone kiss her when she was wearing two inch heels. She felt dumb for that. "I'm sorry about the heels. I'll wear flats next time. Don't know what I was thinking."
"What? No. You can't apologize for that. I actually like the heels. In fact, I especially liked the look on that guy's face when he realized the tallest, sexiest girl in the room was with me. Wear whatever heels you like, it'll only make me want you more."
"You mean until a carrier is in the room." She felt the biting angst in her voice, and knew it was a mistake the moment she said it. He was being so nice, and she let her stunted carrier jealousy spew right now. "I'm sorry. What I meant is, if you like tall girls so much, why aren't you dating a carrier?"
"First off, there is tall and beautiful, like you. You're tall, but still normal. And then there is the circus oddity that is carriers. Some of them are over seven-and-a-half feet tall. I get that you've wanted to be one most of your life, but as a guy, I could never be one, and the few times I've been nearly this close to one, I just felt like a child. I want to feel like a partner, not a child. Secondly, attitude. The carriers in my high-school were turbo mega bitches who walked around like they owned the place."
"Really?" Steph laughed, find his hyperbole funny. "I knew some carriers in my school, and they certainly thought they were special, but they treated everyone with respect. What exactly did these carriers do?"
"Let's save that for another time. It's not so late that we couldn't do some more kissing," he said playfully.
Steph smiled, realizing he was right, and turned him around so he was against the wall, making it easier to lean down, turn her head, and comfortably kiss him properly. She started slow at first, then built it up, until they were both pretty passionately reaching and writhing their tongues. Then they heard something, and quickly dropped the make-out-session to see a dorm-neighbor walking up the hallway and giving them an evil glare. "Maybe we should go inside," Steph suggested, unlocking the door as Cameron nodded.
Steph's first steps into the room were uncertain, as she didn't know if they'd be alone. Though she wasn't sure how ready she was for what might happen if they were alone. The lights were off, and she quickly decided Lindsey must be still out. She reached for her phone. "I'm just checkin in on Lindsey." Cameron nodded, and headed for the bathroom. A few minutes later, Lindsey had texted back with a half-mis-corrected text about having fun, and Steph missing it. Lindsey asked how her date was, and Steph simply replied with a thumbs-up emoji. To which she got a spastic mix of random and lewd emojis back, her phone beeping like crazy just as Cameron walked out of the bathroom with a curious look. "Ohh, it's just Lindsey, she's just as chatty in text as she is in person."
As Cameron sat on the bed near Steph, she kicked off her kitten heels. "Ohh, sorry. Did you want me to leave those on?" She teased, as she approached him, only to be hugged and tossed sideways onto her own bed.
"You are going to be trouble.
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?? somehow tell Cameron's high school story...
The carriers in my high school walked around like they owned the place. Thought they could mess with, screw, or discard any guy, really any person, of any age, at any time. We had a carrier who was 7'4" at 17, and she started collecting guys she called her boytoys, who would follow her around, do her homework, do her errands, and give her money, presumably for some flirting and fooling around she did with them occasionally. Then, when she got bored with that
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??? what to do next ???
they joke, make out.. cameron is very gentlemanly (not pushing for sex)...
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eventually they hear Lindsey's loud drunk bantering coming up the hallway, and make themselves presentable.
(a story about the look on the guy's face when Izzy kissed her)
They are shocked when it's not Lindsey who enters, but a full-height carrier, wearing a white tank that barely covered her huge tits, and the smallest pair of jean shorts either of them had ever seen. Lindsey followed, briefly pointing at the carrier behind her back and dropping her mouth open in mock-shock..
The carrier introduced herself to Cameron and Steph, and because of how discheveled they looked, teased them for stopping their make-out session on her account. Then she takes stock of the room, and comments that she "forgot how small freshman dorms for normals are," she drags Lindsey over to the bed, sat on it in a very raunchy spread-legged pose, and hoisted Lindsey onto one thigh.
Lindsey's unbalanced movements continued to paint the picture that she was pretty drunk, especially as her head awkwardly fell into Izzy's giant breast. As she righted herself, she slurred, "god, they're huge," and then reached a hand up to touch it, not in a sensual way, but more curiosity and inspection.
"Okay, you're a little more drunk than I thought," not bothering to stop her pawing. She turned to Steph, as if she needed to explain, "this isn't what it looks like, she lured *me* here." She sounded pretty sober, but then it took a ridiculous amount of alcohol to get a carrier drunk, so it wasn't very common. "Lindsey, maybe I should go. We can try this again when you're less drunk." She didn't really say that because Lindsey was drunk, but to look like she was taking advantage, with an audience, could get her in alot of trouble.
"I'm fine, I'm fine," Lindsey said, hopping off her leg and heading for the bathroom, "let me just splash some water on my face. You still want to know what it feels like don't you?" She asked, flicking her tongue to show off her tongue ring, but not waiting for an answer.
Cameron felt like he'd landed in college porn pay-per-view, but Steph was pretty worried about the whole thing. If this was happening on the first weekend, what was she in for with this roommate?
Izzy put her hands on her knees, her legs still spread in their direction, and started at them. "You two want to join our little party? Yer both pretty cute, and it might be less awkward than making-out separately in the same room."
Cameron *knew* he'd just landed in college porn pay per view, but Steph responded curtly with a tone of disgust. "Join you?"
"Yeah, you know, get naked, fool around. I'm not one of those carriers who expects everything to come my way, I'll reciprocate too. You're boyfriend there looks pretty curious, but from the look on your faces I can tell you have never messed around with a carrier before.
Cameron felt the glow of his romantic evening with Steph getting stomped all over by this interruption. From one look at her face, he could tell Steph wanted to be anywhere but there. "No thanks, we'll pass. Steph, you want to get out of here? Give them some privacy?"
"Yes," she said, and jumped up from the bed so fast you'd think she'd won the lottery and was racing to collect. She quickly slipped her kitten heels back on, and as soon Cameron was on his feet, she dragged him out the door, and down the hall. Neither of them said a word until they were outside.
Then Steph turned to face him, "Arghh," she said in frustration, "we had such a wonderful night. I really didn't expect it to get crashed by obnoxious Lindsey and boob-zilla there."
Cameron laughed. "It's okay. We still had a wonderful night, and I'm glad we did. We can go out again anytime you like. I won't hold the sins of your roommate against you."
"Thanks, but what am I supposed to do now? I don't want to be in that room while they are doing whatever they are going to be doing." She looked at Cameron, and realized she was about to ask him a really awkward favor. "I'm not trying to push this too fast, but could I stay at your place tonight? Not to, like have sex, but just so I don't have to go back in there? I can crash on the floor, or keep to my side of the bed."
"Yes, of course, but you can take the bed, and if you want i'll crash on the floor." He reached out to take her hand, squeezing it.
"You are so nice, Cameron. Funny, easy to talk to, and a perfect gentleman, I'm really glad I met you." She leaned in, kissing him softly, no tongue, just casual affection. "I'm sure we can share the bed."
---
By the time they made it to Cameron's place, it was after midnight, things were quiet, and they were both getting tired. However, when they entered his room, they could hear talking, and opened the door to find Cameron's roommate lit only by the glow of his laptop screen, moving his mouse frantically and barking out military sounding orders, "thirty-degrees, at the right window. he peeked. I headshot him. Shit, they hit me, I'm medding."
Cameron knew better than to interrupt a serious online gaming session. He kept his voice low, "This is Kevin, he'll be done in a few minutes, and I can ask him to stop talking or go to the lounge. Do you want to borrow a shirt?"
"This top is fine, but do you have some athletic shorts or something?" Cameron nodded, ruffled through his drawers, not remembering where he'd unpacked anything, and finally found a pair in the last place he looked. He handed over the shorts, and while Steph stepped away to the restroom, he quickly changed into a sleeping shirt and shorts and folded his bedsheets open, trying to make it look neat and inviting.
A moment later, his roomate finished his game, and exclaimed, "shit", and briefly slammed his mouse in frustration, before tossing his headset and turning around. "Hey bud." He heard sounds in the bathroom, "is someone in our bathroom?"
"Yeah. My date kinda had an issue with her roommate. It's complicated. I'll explain it later. She's staying here tonight."
"Ohh dude! Bringing a girl home on the first weekend, you stud. You need me to go crash in the lounge or something?" Mid sentence, Steph had emerged from the bathroom, and when Kevin turned, he couldn't help but smirk. She was tall and hot, and carrying her bra in her hand instead of wearing it.
"Hi Kevin, I'm Steph," she merely waved, and quickly scooted over onto Cameron's bed. "You don't have to leave. We're not going to be doing anything, I just need a place to sleep because my roommate brought home a ... well, she's crazy."
Cameron kinda wished she hadn't said that, as his roommate was more than happy to give them some privacy, as he would be equally willing to do. However, he didn't know how to bring it up without sounding like he was pressuring Steph to do something.
"Cool. Cool. Well, I'm going to play a few more games, if this light doesn't bother you; no voice of course." Steph and Cameron both nodded, and he instantly had his headphones back on. "Sorry guys, I'm back. I can't talk anymore, roommate just came home, but I can play a few more." And just like that he was back in another world, gunning down, well, whoever he was gunning down.
Cameron watched her climb into the bed first, the athletic shorts looking pretty baggy on her, but her top clinging and showing off every bit of her braless breasts. He felt tingles climbing into bed after her, and forced his mind to chant, "baseball, baseball, baseball." Not that he was a huge baseball fan, but he needed to think about something else or he'd have an instant erection.
After some adjusting themselves and the covers, they settled down facing each other. He softly checked in, "this okay?"
"Cameron, it's perfect. You are perfect," she said softly. He felt her hand on his side, so he reached over to reciprocate, and found half bare skin from her top having ridden up. "I'm sorry. I really want to kiss you right now, and I'm kind of wishing I let your roommate give us some privacy. I just didn't want to let my roommate put him out of his bed too."
"It's fine. This is just the start of something. We'll have tommorow, and tommorow, and tommorow." He felt sure he'd have lots more time with Steph, and was happy with himself for being borrowing Shakespeare. "Though if all you want to do is kiss, Kevin won't hear a thing with those headphones on."
Steph did not need any more permission than that, she leaned in, landing her lips on his, and softly touching their tongues together. The kiss started out slow, and she slipped her fingers under his shirt and against his bare side, encouraging him to do the same.
Part of Cameron really liked where this was going, but another part of him really didn't want to get riled up just to throw it on ice. Still, he liked Steph so much, and her skin felt so good, that he couldn't help himself. He ran his hand down over her hip, his fingers brushing her ass through the athletic shorts. It seemed safer than reaching up her shirt.
Steph really liked the feeling of his hand on her, so she kissed him more deeply and pulled at him, inching them closer together, until he was half lying on her, one of his legs wrapped over hers. She reached for his butt, using it to pull him into her.
Cameron didn't want to stop, but if they kept this up, there was no amount of baseball chanting which would stop his erection from becoming obvious, jammed against her hip. He pulled away from the kiss.
Steph immediately shook her head and whispered, "don't stop." She felt a little guilty making out with his roommate across the room, but the gaming glow was still on, and right now she cared more about the hormones raging through her. Their lips came back together, and she pressed her hip into him, right where she could feel him responding.
Cameron was beyond the point of no return. The way she was moving her hips, gently dry-humping into his crotch, gave him the desire and permission to get her naked, if only they were alone. He settled for lifting his hand up under her shirt, and fondling her breast, which was the perfect hand-full, and felt wonderfully soft and firm at the same time. In no time, her nipple was distractingly erect, so he rubbed and squeezed it a little.
Steph was startled out of the kiss by the sharp sensation, and quickly grabbed his hand, holding it to her chest. "Too ticklish," she whispered. Cameron nodded, and she let him go back to caressing her, not yet resuming their kiss, just staring at him. This moment, really the whole evening, was making her tingle with desire, and she could feel the wetness start to seep out of her and into her panties. She reached for his crotch, running her fingers gently up and down.
Cameron's jaw involuntarily opened, and he exhaled at the sensation of her touching him, even through his clothes. A moment later, he felt her fingers find his waistband, and press themselves inside. He leaned away, accommodating her intention, sighing again when her fingers finally connected with the bare skin of his cock.
"I'm sorry," she playfully whispered as she stroked his skin. "I know you're roommate's right there. He might finish his game any minute. We could just get some sleep and pick this up when we have more privacy. Should I stop?"
Cameron shook his head. He didn't care of there was a big-rig driving through his dorm room. There was no way he was going to stop a girl from stroking him off, especially not this one. Though from the lilt in her voice, her question wasn't that serious anyway. There was also no way he could sleep right now.
Steph really didn't want to stop touching him, but she really wanted him to put his hands in her pants. She didn't have a ton of experience fooling around, but she knew guys had a way of losing steam after a climax, while she usually just felt ready for more. After a minute of her brushing his bare skin, and him caressing and sqeezing her tit, she decided she had to take action. She stopped stroking him, reached up, and guided his hands from her tits downward, until his fingers crawled under the shorts and panties and towards her crotch. When he got the message, she nodded and softly hummed in approval.
Cameron was actually a bit intimidated about this part. He had experience with a couple girls in high-school, but he never really felt like he got enough feedback to know if he was any good at it, or even doing the right thing. He slid down the bed a little, and slipped his fingers between her folds, immediately finding slippery wetness. Then he started rubbing, letting her response guide whether he was in the right spot, doing the right thing.
Steph, on the other hand, only had experience fooling around with one boy in high-school, so her expectations were very low. Back then, she knew she could do a much better job herself, but she liked the feeling of someone else doing all the work, even if it was a bit awkward. So far, Cameron's fingers felt amazing warming her up. She reached up and pulled her top high enough to uncover both of her tits, hoping he would look, hoping he would like them. Then she lifted her leg, forcing it between his and into his erection, to make sure he knew she hadn't forgotten about him.
Cameron felt mesmerized by a pair of tits that looked even better than they felt, still slightly trapped and compressed where here top was bunched up. Having slid down the bed to reach her sex, they were already so close, and he couldn't help leaning in to kiss them. That's what she was inviting him to do, wasn't it? He kissed then suckled at the soft flesh, then licked across to her nipple, sucking at it, feeling it firm up even more in his mouth.
She was being so quiet he couldn't tell how much she liked it, but she certainly didn't dislike it. He briefly had to focus on the work of his fingers against her clit, before dragging his lips across to her other breast, and her other nipple.
Steph was painfully biting her lip to prevent whimpers and moans of pleasure from escaping. She wasn't sure if it was because she liked Cameron so much, or because he was doing something different, but everything felt really really good. She tipped her head as close to his ear as she could, and whispered, "don't stop. this feels so good."
Cameron was happy for the encouragement, and more than willing to keep at it, suckling her tits and fingering her clit, but he also knew this was not the time for an epic long session. The room was still awash in the shifting blueish glow of his roommate's gaming, but he could finish at any moment. He increased his pace, doing his best to stay on her clit under the non-ideal circumstances of using his left hand, and trying not to move the covers so much as to make it incredibly obvious what he was doing.
Steph felt it coming fast, faster than she wanted. Part of her wanted to slow it down, draw it out, but she knew they were on a time-clock. So she got into it, her hips moving to encourage just the right sensation. Once she got on board, it barely took two minutes to let him bring her to orgasm. She was always like that, and thankful for it, given the frustrating stories she'd heard from her girlfriends. When it finally came, it came like a flood, and while she didn't try to stop her muscles from tensing up, she again bit her lip, and then bit her hand, to keep herself quiet. Well, except for the panting.
Cameron kept gently brushing his fingers against her, until she reached down to stop him. She had such a radiant smile on her face, and he reached over to kiss her gently. "Good?" He asked in a hushed voice.
She nodded, biting her lip again. She paused just a moment more, enjoying the fading orgasm, before pulling him higher on the bed and reaching into his pants. She barely had her hands on him, when the latest calamity of the night happened. The gaming glow went out. They both froze.
Cameron was facing the wall, so he couldn't see Kevin, and moved in stealth slow motion to tug the covers up to Steph's shoulders, so her bare breasts were not on display.
Steph, on the other hand, was looking across, watching Kevin make his way to the bathroom, first brushing his teeth, then relieving himself. Her hand was still on Cameron's cock, because she didn't care to let it go, but she felt him losing his steam. She immediately bent and fingered it, restoring some of the erection. Cameron shot her a confused glance, and with Kevin still in the bathroom, she explained her intentions, "ohh, you're still going to get some, as long as you don't mind a little mess."
Between her declaration, and her fondling, it only took seconds for him to be back to fully erect. She wasn't stroking him, just gently brushing and rubbing him with her fingers and thumb. He didn't think he would come like this, but the longer she did it, the better it felt.
At that moment, Steph wasn't thinking much about her motions. Instead she was strategizing how and when she would finish Cameron. She was pretty sure she could move fast, and give him a one minute quickie before Kevin even came out of the bathroom, but he'd been relatively patient with her, given the circumstances, so that just didn't seem fair. So she just waited, gently working Cameron between her fingers, while Kevin finished up, and crawled into his bed.
That's when she finally noticed Cameron was actually tensing and biting his lip. He looked uncomfortable, in a really captive, aroused sort of way she'd never seen in her old boyfriend. She hadn't expected that. She had just been been randomly touching him to keep him warmed up. When she saw the effect it was having on him, she became really really curious.
She thought back over the last couple minutes, trying to remember what she was doing. She realized her motions were actually really limited by the way she was reaching into his pants. She had two fingers knotched under the head, and was just gently moving them, while using her thumb to squeeze and rub the crown. She tried some of the random motions, watching his face.
For the past few minutes, Cameron had felt like he was being pleasurably tortured, and somehow how little she was paying attention to him was only making it better, or worse, really both. When she finally met his eyes again, he assumed she was going to pick up the pace and finally release him, but instead she just kept barely rubbing. Something her fingers did felt amazing, so he bit his lip and winced, trying to show her it felt good without being heard by Kevin. She must have got the message, as she repeated the motion again, and then again, and then again, finally sending shivers up his spine and causing his mouth to fall open involuntarily.
She leaned over, whispering as softly as she could, "wow, you really like that, don't you?" She could feel Cameron's hair brush against hers as he wordlessly nodded. She didn't realize she could touch a man so little, and turn him on so much. She found herself in a playful mood, in no hurry to end her fondling experiment.
She made a small adjustment, bringing the tips of her fingers up the crown, gently dragging them around, and pulsing him into her palm. She immediately got a similar response, and the longer she did it, the more he tensed up. But he didn't thrust or urge, like he was pacified. A funny 50s era vignette played out in her mind, promoting this new kind of male stimulation as something a woman could do to calm her man anytime, while reading, eating breakfast, doing a crossword, watching tv, even in her sleep.
Cameron was in heaven, and in hell. Every time she'd shift her fingers, he thought she was going to finally give him a good stroke, and he felt so close it wouldn't take many to bring him to climax. But then she'd just rub and twist and start sending waves of unfiltered stimulation from his cock, through his entire body. He simultaneously wanted her to never stop, and to urgently make him cum with her very next motion. All this was making it very hard for him not to make any sounds, and he heard himself inadvertently whimper. Then he decided it would be better just to let himself pant a little.
"Ohh baby," she whispered, as soft as she could, "you like that so much, don't you?" Her question was rhetorical, punctuated by a twist, and another, and another - the motions she knew were silently driving him crazy. Was it evil of her to want to hold him on the edge like this? There was just something appealing about how enrapt he was. He seemed incapable of any action - completely captive, completely submissive. She wanted to tease him about it, to test it, but she feared making too much noise and disturbing Kevin.
She decided she'd have to resume this experiment another time. She needed to finish him, so they could sleep, and before they started disturbing Kevin, assuming they were not already. Still, she was curious, could she make him come wish these tiny motions? She decided she could spend a couple minutes finding out.
Cameron had never felt anything like this constant stimulation. It was arousing and maddening at the same time. Though each time she switched motions he seemed to calm, preventing him from every building a climax. Then something changed, and she kept doing the same subtle rubbing and twisting motion over and over again. The longer she did it, the more it felt like pure pleasure, juiced into his nerves. For a moment he wondered if this was what heroin felt like, but then the sensations heighted too much to even think. Then his muscles started to tense. Not just a few, but all of them, more and more His back arched, his legs tensed, even his neck and jaw locked into a vice-like attempt to contain the wave after wave after wave of sensation every time she gently moved her fingers against the head of his cock. Then suddenly, "Ar....." he failed to be completely silent, as it all receeded, rushing down his body, and spewing out of him into the climax.
Steph smiled as she felt his dick throb and the sticky cum spray into her hand. She wasn't sure why, but this was the most fun she'd ever had getting a guy off, and she easily could have kept it up much longer. Certainly she wasn't the only person to have found this stimulation technique. Was she weird to enjoy it so much? She wasn't sure, but she didn't think Cameron would mind helping her find out.
??? next ??
chat with roommate about making out with the carrier, Izzy
negotiate for private time sat night
dinner with Cameron, and chat about 'tantric edging' - which he finds awkward
though he doesn't seem to mind when she drags him back to her room to play some more
they lunch during the week, but no sleepovers (wait til friday)
but by thursday, they are strugglig to stay away from each other, and end up making out anyhow... then she pushes to be boyfriend and girlfriend (monogamous)... which he agrees to
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fast forward two weeks out, and she's become a little sex crazed, and he's actually asking for a break.. she wants to go out dancing (even though she's horrible at it)
when they meet at the club, he comments on her heels (nice, you wore taller heels for me), only to have her insist, then prove that she's wearing the same 2" kitten heels. / he comments that she seems extra tall... and then tortures himself thinking about why she seems to much taller..
only back at her place, when she takes her shoes off, he asks her to stand up next to him, do they both accept she's actually taller.
"what? no." she says in disbelief, but then measures, and finds herself a little over six-feet (two inches taller than she was last time she checked)... "holy crap. holy crap. the doc used to say i could have a growth spurt at any time, what if I'm finally having my carrier spurt?"
Cameron tries to calm her down, encouraging her to be glad about a couple extra inches, but not get too excited.
However sure enough, 10 days later, she's un-deniably 6'1" and a little bit. and she likes how she looks in the mirror, she looks slimmer, a her breasts look and feel bigger.
Cameron gives her encouraging words. she certainly looks great. and I like tall girls, and maybe she is actually getting her wish.
Through October, she continues to grow. by oct 15th, she's 6'2" (5" taller than cameron in flats), and really excited. She also gets a kick out of lording her height over Cameron, which he does not mind at all. (pic)
Around then, Cameron can't help but comment on her body shape changes, and she teases him about how he "finally noticed", and how if this keeps going, she'll be a full-grown carrier by her birthday in March.
The thought brings him equal parts excitement and concern for many reasons. Though at that moment one concern in particular was on his mind. "speaking of that", he brings up the topic of how, on account of her growing, the chance for them to make love, like normals, is closing. he's read that many carriers are not satisfied in that way, and turn to oversize sex toys and the like.
"ohh, and do you know this because you've been researching what it'll be like when I'm a full carrier, or because you're watching carrier porn?" The way he just stood there, not responding, looking caught in the act, told her she'd touched a nerve. "I'm just teasing," she said, playfully touching his shoulder. "I'm kind of relieved actually, because some things you've said made me worry you'd dump me if this goes as far as I hope it does."
"*Me*? Dump *you*? Yeah, because literally watching my girlfriend turn into a sexy wet dream, who can't stop thinking about sex, is such a terrible hardship. No. If anyone here should be worried, it's me. Carriers are not exactly known to settle for just one guy."
..which encourages her to tease him with her height and her tits, and how she's all his as long as he keeps her happy... (ohh really?) -- "yeah, baby, you know what i like"...
she hadn't thought about that. as she lies back and spreads her legs suggestively
???? somewhere in here we need to inject some actual college classwork, tests / etc
As thanksgiving break is rolling around, she's 6'4" (7" taller), and the whole thing is not so subtle (d-cup, hip flair, etc). (pic)
Lindsey suggests she talks to Izzy, invites her over and they all chat about it.
Izzy gives her some exercise council, and a bit of the 'intro to carrierdom' she would have got if this had happened at 14/15.
Izzy also asks her curiously specific questions about how things are with Cameron.. and she confesses to having increased libido and boldness with him (another side effect of carrierdom)
this is "how it all happened for Izzy", back when she was 15/16, giving Steph confidence this is not stopping
though it comes out that she doesn't receive oral, because she hasn't given him oral and that's not fair - Izzy and Lindsey both give her a talking to about how amazing oral is.
they also give her advice about the first time (make him wash, take your time, and don't be in a hurry to go fast or take it deep)
Steph has a heart-to-hart with Cameron about his general distaste of carriers as "caricature tall", and "mega turbo bitches", because it's possible the growth spurt will continue, and she can tell some of the way she acts has changed.
Cameron admits some carriers go way too far, but Izzy isn't like that, and Steph isn't either. Plus, he thinks she's gorgeous, and he loves her at any height. Which turns her on, and causes her to tease him about her height, her boobs, and one of them (which?) jokes about how carriers are known for being a bit sex-crazed at times.
we see signs that her libido is up, and she is starting to get more "carrier boldness".
such as reaching into his pants anytime she can.. including when her roommate is still there (she doesn't care, she knows i like to do this to you)
being very direct about telling him to service her
and asking curious questions about her roomate's tongue ring
"their first oral" (maybe this should be later? or maybe her liking it should be later?)
.... awkwardly adolescent conversation about oral sex... (opener: have you ever gone down on a girl?)
Steph openly confesses how she wont let him go down on her, because she hasn't gone down on him. and the scolding she got from her roommate about avoiding oral.
"so ya want to do it? give each other oral? I want you to do me first, because the girls say it's amazing. and if I love how it feels, I'll be more ready to love doing it to you."
he gladly complies, giving her oral, and causing her to moan and beg like she never has before. afterwords, she talks about how she's "fucked", because now that she's had it, she's going to want it every day.
she tells him to go wash up his dick, because the girls told her the first time is much nicer if it's clean. which he gladly complies with.
She is very tentative at first, licking and kissing - then checking in on him, and asking him to give her feedback. Then she takes him deeply in her mouth (which takes a few tries), and jostles him around with her tongue, which he says is "different". Then she tries to replicate some of her tantic teasing, and it drives him wild. With just her lips and tongue on the head, she quickly gets him panting and moaning, grabbing at her, and begging her not to stop.
she 'comes up for air' to ask if that's the best sensation, and he starts extolling that it's the best ever. He's never felt anything like that before, which encourages her to keep going, and keep experimenting. When she starts twirling her tongue around the head, he starts huffing, and calling out 'ohh yes, ohh yes', and she has to hold his hips to stop him from bucking into her mouth, causing him to beg. She turns back to her fingers, giving him some slippery tantric rubbing as she verbally teases him, "aww. i found a new way to make you beg. you love my lips on you, don't you? beg me for more."
he starts moaning, "please more. please. it feels so good."
she gives in, teasing and twisting the head around between her lips.
By winter break, she's 6'7" (10" taller than Cameron), her tits are bigger and more sensitive. (pic pic pic)
End of Feb, she's 7'2" (14" taller) (pic pic pic) - now when sitting next to eachother, he's nearly a head taller
End of March, she's 7'4" (16" taller)
OLD IDEAS
After a week inseparable, Steph pushes to be boyfriend and girlfriend (monogamous)
During Sept she grows 2", to 6'1"
....not knowing she's going to grow 2" every month for the next 7 months. (Oct 30 - 6'3", Nov 6'5", Dec 6'7", Jan 6'10", Feb 7', Mar 7'2", Apr 7'4", May 7'5")
at first she expects her little growth spurt to be all there is, but then it keeps going (with a big appetite)
by mid Oct, 6'2", there are subtle signs of her physique changing (full-C, arms don't look 'skinny')
during thanksgiving break, she's 6'5", and it's not so subtle. (D-cup, hip flair, wider shoulders) and she's clearly a carrier, though a small one
it's a big conversation topic among family and friends back home.. a boy she used to have a crush on is suddenly very interested in her (and while she flirts a little, confesses her crush, but she stops him short because she has a boyfriend)
...when she returns to campus
her 7'2" carrier roommate notices, and they chat about it.. Steph is clearly a carrier now. Izzy asks if it's going to keep going. Steph explains that her doc doesn't know, at this point all she can do is hope for the best.
steph is starting to struggle with her wardrobe, and izzy offers to help..
izzy also gives her a crash course in carrier-ness (that girls normally get at age 12)... that their bodies will burn fat and create lean muscle very fast, but they still have to exercise.. and in fact, they need to be more careful about what exercise they do, as they can very quickly get too bulky. she gives her some specific exercises (squats for butt, crunches for abs, wide pushup for pecs/ bust lift and a little arms) - 10 each every day
when they end the semester Dec 18th, she's 6'7", 10" taller than cameron... as they part for the holidays, he's a bit self concious he's going to lose her, because she's becoming a gorgeous carrier. she teases him for being silly, tells her geeky reasons she likes him, then jumps him and gives him a parting sexy romp.
during which he notices she feels much more 'solid', and she explains the new exercises she's been doing .. 10 each morning and night
she jokes about always wanting awesome abs, asking what he thinks.. he thinks it would be sexy, and she says she's going to amp up the crunches
her visit with family over christmas produces more of the same reactions..
that boy makes even bigger overtures to her.. and she is swooned and attracted him enough to slip and kiss him pretty passionately, but then she stops it... part of her wants to, but she has a good thing with Cameron, and she doesn't want to screw that up. he keeps pushing, trying to appeal to her new carrier-dom, that she can have whatever guy she wants now and shouldn't be pinned down. citing how other carriers act. he's not asking for a committment, he's just asking to share a moment with her, because she's gorgeous, and has so much 'presence'.. she almost caves... but decides not to.. maybe someday she'll be different
she sinks herself into one close non-carrier girlfriend.. who she confides in about everything she's been going through
especially her struggles with clothing, and the two have a fun girl's shopping day trying to get her some new stuff (with a mind towards what cameron would like)
steph also confides that she hopes it keeps going until she's 'real carrier' sized.... she apologizes, hoping that's not insensitive... her friend is thrilled for her no matter what
When Steph arrives back to campus, she's 6'8", and the exercise benefits are showing
Izzy gives her a late christmas gift (sexy black lace lingerie - pic) -
Izzys says it's stretchy, so it should fit even as he grows a bit, and if she got the size wrong, she can exchange it.
as Steph puts it on (it fits), Izzy explains that she can't just let him take it off immediately, she has to pose and flaunt it a little...
Izzy compliments her on the definition in her abs.. and steph confesses to going a little crazy with the crunches. Izzy cautions her not to overdo it, as it's alot easier for carriers to add muscle than lose it. Steph comments that Cameron is going to love the lingerie as she puts her clothes on over it.
Izzy asks if any boys took notice at home. Steph tells her the whole story with her crush. Izzy confesses that 'you have more restraint than i do', and relates a story of her holiday boy escapades.. which steph is a bit surprised by
Steph rushes to meet Cameron at his dorm room, and he gives her a belated christmas gift (a heart charm bracelet), which she loves and kisses him for in thanks. She gives him a framed picture of the two of them from the fall.
then she has to have the 'difficult chat'... about how she kissed a boy, and is really sorry. it was an accident, she didn't let it go anywhere, and she doesn't want it to affect 'us', because she really likes Cameron
cameron gets sullen... she starts crying, and professes that it didn't mean anything. the moment it happened she knew it was a mistake. she's really sorry, and if she could take it back she would. 'please forgive me cameron'
"it's not that. of course i forgive you. it's just that as thing whole thing has been happening, i've been waiting for this shoe to drop. most carriers are not in relationships, they have multiple suitors, or boytoys, or whatever they choose to call them. they don't have to have a 'boyfriend'. isn't this kiss just the beginning? isn't this just going to happen more and more? I really don't want to be the bad guy, asking you to give up who you are, who you are becoming."
steph shoots back.. 'that's not fair. if you remember, i'm the one who wanted to be boyfriend and girlfriend, and that hasn't changed. when I told (boy crush name?) about you. he me gave the same speech about carriers not needing to settle for one partner, and i told him 'no', that you are my boyfriend. I spent the rest of the trip with my girlfriend (name?), shopping for clothes we thought *you* would like, doing exercises to get sexy for *you*. *you* are the one I want cameron. You have a right to be mad at me, even dump me, but don't try to paint me as turning it some superficial sterotyped promiscuous female chauvinist.
'okay, i'm sorry. what I said isn't fair. It's just that if we're going to be together, it means we both have to respect each other. I'm not available to any other girl, not to kiss, not to flirt, not anything. Does that kiss really matter? No. But do you know what it feels like to be disrespected? It feels horrible. Like I'm a chump, the only one playing by the rules, and I don't want to feel that way. We can both agree you are going through alot right now, and if that means you can't be in a relationship, I'd rather we both just admit it, rather than try to force something that isn't meant to be."
"You're right, Cameron. You're completely right. What I did was unfair, and wrong, and disrespectful. I'm very sorry, and I guess it's unfair to ask you to forgive me right now. Be mad about it. I understand. But I still want this." she gets close, looking him in the eye "I don't want other guys, I want you, Cameron. Funny Cameron, Geeky Cameron. Cameron who understands me. I promise I won't do it again, and I won't ask this of you again. Is that enough? Or do you hate me now?"
"Hate you?" He smiles, brushing his hand through her hair. "I don't hate you. Sure, I'm upset about this, but I would never hate you. I'm not sure what you're expecting me to say, but I'm not breaking up with you over it, if that's what you're asking." He could barely get out the words, before she pulled him into a quick kiss that turned unexpectedly passionate."
"That's all I want, Cameron. Mmmm, I missed kissing you." She leaned in for another quick kiss, gently wetting their tongues together. "I have another present to show you, if you're ready to move on to the make-up-sex." She smirked as she took up a suggestive kneeling pose on the bed, a couple feet away from him.
He bantered back, "Steph, you don't have to kiss other guys just to have sex with me." Across the bed she grabbed the hem of her shirt and started lifting. "We can do that...." The sight of her stole his voice. As her shirt came off, it revealed a sexy black sheer-and-lace bodice (pic) that framed the stunning shape of her breasts and torso. Not only that, but as she moved, it became clear she wasn't just a little more fit, she had muscle definition any non-carrier model would die for. "...whoa.... holy... wow, Steph. You look .. fucking ... ahh..may..zing."
Then, when he thought it couldn't get any better, she placed her hands on her thighs, spread her legs, and flexed her abs, popping a clearly defined six pack. (pic) He semi-conciously let his jaw drop open in response. "You like them?" She floated a hand across her tummy, "I worked hard on them for you, and Izzy gave me these." her hand moved to the shoulder strap of her lingerie top. "Want to see the matching bottoms?" It was a question that didn't require an answer, as she slinked off the bed, and inched her stretchy jeans to the floor. She took her time, pretty satisfied with the way Cameron's wide eyes seemed to want to jump out of his head. "But if you're still too mad at me, I can go," she said, sarcastically, gesturing towards the door, as if she was going to walk right out in her sexy lingerie.
"Go?" Cameron blurted out, rushing off the bed to block the door, not because he thought she was serious, but because he was playing his part in their game of tease. Up close she seemed even sexier, as even barefoot she had nearly a foot height advantage. (pic) "You can't go. You offered make-up-sex, remember?"
"I certainly did," she said playfully, slowly moving close, enjoying how her height advantage brought her breasts right up to his face as she pinned him against the door. "I was a bad girl, "