My Sister Myself 5 (Patreon)

Don walked out of the kitchen with a small plastic cup of juice in hand.  "Hey, Vern." He smiled, using a nickname he had given her a long time ago before kissing Veronica on her cheek as soon as he was close enough. The large man was forced to bend just to reach her cheek. If Cam didn't feel short before standing in the presence of Don guaranteed he felt so now. Don stood at a whopping six foot three and four hundred pounds solid. His black hair he kept short and neat. Even in his custom Armani suit his solid frame threatened to rip the suit to shreds if he decided to spontaneously flex. "And who's this lovely creature?" he grinned hungrily as he took in the beauty with silky shoulder length black hair standing with his ex-wife in a shimmering black sequin dress that put her full chest on display for him and all the world to see. Ending at a mid-thigh and a pair of legs that went on for days. Her painted toes on display as she held on to a pair of black stilettos in one hand. She looked like she was getting ready to go out to a club. ‘If I didn’t have to take Blake to practice.’ he thought as he considered the outcome of such a possibility.

"This is Camille." Veronica said bluntly.

"I didn't realize you were interviewing babysitters."

Cam glared angrily at the giant jerk in front of him. Before he could tell Don he was Veronica’s friend, she spoke up, “She’s not a babysitter.” She answered bitterly, “I wouldn’t want to tempt you away from our previous babysitter.” Veronica wrapped her arm around Cam’s waist, “She’s my girlfriend.” She declared proudly.

“Oh. Sorry about that.” He said casually. Thinking how odd women were, you would never catch a man calling one of his friends a boyfriend. “I’m Donovan.” He said as he offered his hand to Cam, “Veronica’s ex. I’m sure she’s told you lot’s of horrible things about me.”

“Only the truth.” Veronica glared up at the giant annoyance.

Slowly Cam shook the man’s hand, “I’m Cam…ile. Like she said.” Veronica’s declaration still ringing in his head. Had she meant it as if they were a couple? Or just how women refer to friends? Did she only say it to annoy her ex-husband?

"A pleasure to meet you, Camille." Cam judged by the leering stare Don had plastered on his face as he looked him up and down as the man held his hand for far too long, ‘Maybe it’s because he’s such an obviously horny bastard.’

“Dad!” Blake called to his father, hardly looking up from his comic book, “Can I have my juice?”

“Oh I’m sorry buddy.”

“Here I’ll get that.” Cam said and quickly grabbed the plastic cup from the man.

“I can hand-”

“Nonsense you two have things to talk about.” He said quickly as he walked away. Grateful for the excuse to be away from the learning man he did not realize that with every step he took, even not in the heels he still carried in his left hand, caused his ass to sway in an unheard rhythm that drew the lustful eye of both Veronica and Don.

Gathering her senses first, Veronica turned back to her ex-husband, “What are you doing here Don?”

“Hmm?” He grunted, tearing himself away from Cam’s butt, “Oh. Blake has baseball practice and I was going to take him.”

“He did. But then he threw up last night so he can’t go today.”

“He looks fine to me. Is he sick?”

“Yes he’s sick. Dr. Bernard says it’s just the flu but he should take it easy until he feels better.”

“You didn’t get him his flu shot?” Don frowned at the short woman.

“I did.” She answered through clenched teeth, “But it’s not a hundred percent guarantee. It’s no big deal.”

Don nodded, “But you couldn’t call and let me know not to bother and come over?”

“I did. I called you after I picked up his meds and left a message with your secretary. Didn’t she give it to you during your little lunch time meeting? Or was her mouth too full?”

“Mature, Vern. Very mature.” Don said as he walked away into the kitchen.

“If the overinflated bimbo fits.” Veronica smirked as she followed him.

“Well we can’t all be a sexually repressed killjoy like you.”

“Excuse me?!” Veronica hissed.

“Forget it.” He poured a cup of coffee as he checked his phone.

“You think I’m a killjoy?” She hissed, glancing into the living room and saw Cammy taking Blake down the hall. She tried not to argue in front of her son, but somehow she always managed whenever Don came over. Veronica hated how he always seemed to make her look like the bad guy in front of Blake, the man was infuriating. She would have to show Cammy how much she appreciated her help later once she calmed down. Although…maybe Cammy could help with that.

“You didn’t even want him to play baseball.”

“What?” Veronica’s brief reprieve from her fury as she pondered if Cammy being a babysitter was such a terrible concept quickly faded as she was brought crashing back to reality.

“When he first signed up for baseball you were dead set against it.”

“You know how fragile he is! Someone has to think about these things. But I guess you’re too busy being the ‘fun dad’ two weekends a month to consider that.” She snapped back. “Kyle broke his collarbone last week.”

“Who?”

“Whitney Schumer’s son.”

Don ran his hands through his slicked back hair and tensing his hands as he imagined strangling her, “That sucks but the kid will live and he’ll be stronger for it. Boys get hurt, and sports is a great way to help them man up!” Veronica shook her head in disgust, forcing herself to breath and count to three mentally before she’d speak again. Her therapist claimed it was supposed to help her keep calm in stressful situations, but then her therapist never met her ex-husband.

In Blake’s room, Cam sat on the too small desk chair while Blake sat on the floor with a handful of comics strewn around on the floor happily explaining the latest run of Novaman. “And, er, Novaman kills Robodevil but, er,he’s not really dead cause like he has this power that, er, puts his brain inside a new body he had to get it cause er just in case Novaman kills him cause the helloracle told him it would happen like forty years before and it did so it’s like a good thing he did.”

“I thought he was the bad guy?”

“He is!”

“So isn’t that bad?”

Blake stared up at his mom’s friend, blinking as he tried to process what she was talking about. “He’s the coolest though.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. So bet they’re gonna make him a good guy down the line.”

“That could be interesting.” Blake was about to say something else when he started coughing again. Cam felt bad for the kid as he awkwardly watched the boy cough. Cam knew Veronica had a son, but she had made it clear if they were just being casual then she didn’t want to introduce him to Blake and confuse him. Cam wasn’t really sure how it would confuse the kid, but it suited him just fine as he had no idea how to handle kids in general. Let alone sick ones. The kid finally stopped his coughing fit and sipped at his juice for a long minute before stopping with a gasp. “Feel better?”

He nodded silently. Unfortunately in their silence Don could be heard ranting something about baseball. Blake frowned as he stared into his now empty cup. “Wish I had that power.”

“What power?” Cam asked softly, “The body swap thing?”

Blake nodded, “Then I wouldn’t be so little.”

Cam frowned and shifted to the floor beside Blake. “You won’t be little forever. You’re what, six?”

Blake glared at Cam, “I’m nine and three months!”

“Oh, right.” He smiled awkwardly, chastising himself for having forgotten so soon after Veronica told him, “Still. You’re not done growing. When I was your age I was the smallest boy in my whole school. Yeah it sucked but-”

“You were the smallest boy?”

Cam’s eyes widened as he remembered how he was dressed, “Slip of the tongue.” He giggled nervously, “Obviously I’m not a boy.”

“Are you sure?” Blake giggled back. Adults were so goofy sometimes. Of course she wasn’t a boy. She was an adult like momma.

“Why don’t I go get you some more juice.” He grabbed the plastic cup quickly and hurried out of the room.

Stepping quietly into the kitchen he mouthed an apology to Veronica as he held up the plastic cup. She simply waved him off. “Look,” She turned her attention back to Don, “the point is moot. Blake’s sick so baseball is out.”

“Obviously.” He huffed. “Next time make sure I get the message.”

Veronica started to say something but stopped, knowing if she did they would start the pointless argument all over again. “He’s not wrong.” Cam said gently.

“Excuse me?” She growled, all her anger for Don reigniting.

“It’s common courtesy right?”

“Are you seriously about to give me a lecture on courtesy?!” Veronica glared at her sometimes boyfriend, standing there dolled up like a girl. Unable to believe his gall to butt into a conversation about raising her child, when he couldn’t even be bothered to make a phone call, let alone a simple text. The fury she felt towards her ex was joined by her feelings from the previous night as she looked at the man standing there holding her stilettos in one hand and a plastic cup in the other.

Cam’s eyes darted from Veronica to the window, the door, Don, and Veronica again. “I-I mean it’s just because we’re like ya know hanging out–” he rapidly tried to dig himself out of his own grave–“and we didn’t have anything actually set in stone and I was distracted by other events and all it’s not the same as if we had a kid together…not that we do I mean. It’s just–”

“No!” She snapped, pushing Don out of the way, the larger man shifted, taking a step to the side to allow her to pass. Happy her ire was directed somewhere else for once. She jabbed Cam in his oversized chest, “You do not get to lecture me about courtesy after you stood me up and you don’t get to tell me how to deal with my son or my ex-husband!”

‘Shut up and apologize!’ his mind screamed, “I know and I’m sorry about the other night.” For a moment she held her red hot stare almost daring him to say anything else. Unfortunately he did. “It’s just that you hear about all the dads who don’t even try, shouldn't he get some credit for not being like them?”

“You need to go.” her voice was cold and venomous.

“What?”

“I said out!” She yelled, “The both of you. Get the hell out of my house!”

“What?” Cam said again, “All I was trying to say was–”

“I don’t care.” She growled, snatching the cup out of his hand and slamming it on the counter before dragging him to the door.

“But–”

“I am in no mood!” She opened the door and pushed a barefoot Cam out into the hall. With a look that could burn metal she turned to Donavan who remained where she had shoved him to, “What are you still doing here?”

“We still need to settle–”

“Have your slut call mine and we’ll schedule something.” She said with a sneer, “Unless you want to take care of a sick nine year old for a week.” When Don hesitated she blew out a harsh breath, “That’s what I thought. Now go. Run along back to your whores. It is ridiculous how much the two of you have in common.” Veronica’s glare shifted from her husband, to Cam and then back to the larger man as Don shook his head and walked out of the apartment. The door immediately slammed behind him.

Don continued walking down the hall and Cam stood alone unsure of what to do or where to go. Suddenly the door opened again, “Veronica! I’m sor–” the heels were shoved into his hands, having been dropped in the argument, then before he even realized they were there. When he glanced at what he now held the door slammed again.

With no other choice Cam got on the elevator with Donavon. "Thanks."

"I should be the one thanking you." He said as he finally let the doors close, "Most of Veronica's friends automatically take her side. Especially when it comes to raising my son. I guess cause she's a woman they assume she knows better."

Cam shrugged, "I don't know jack about raising a kid."

“Exactly. Being a woman doesn’t magically make you know everything about child rearing.”

Cam hadn’t meant to sound like he was once again agreeing with him but dressed as he was he forgot anyone else would assume he fell on the female side of things. “I suppose.” He said, hoping that would be the end of the conversation. Cam leaned against the wall of the elevator as he worked his foot into the red insole of the black stiletto. It wasn’t until Cam put his foot down did he understand what a difference the two inch higher heel made. Nearly slipping he used his free hand to brace himself against the wall and slip the second one on.

Standing in the four inch stilettos felt more like standing on stilts than wearing shoes. He briefly considered taking them off again and just walking around like some hillbilly when the wall his hand was on shifted. Slowly looking up he came face to face with Don, something easier to do with the extra height from his borrowed shoes, but it didn’t seem to stop the man who continued to leer at his fake cleavage on his chest.

“I don’t know what plans you have for the evening,” he said without shifting his gaze, “but I find a nice stiff one after, er, after an ass chewing helps swallow the vitriol.”

“I could really use a stiff…” Cam stopped realizing the double entendre.”Raincheck.” He said quickly. “I…” Cam started to say he had a boyfriend but that didn’t stop the gym bro and calling Veronica his girlfriend after what just happened seemed too big of a lie. Cam’s eyes slid down the man, from his face to his feet and then stared hard at the floor feeling embarrased to have just either had been asked out for a drink or for a fuck and he wasn’t sure which.“I have to go.” The elevator doors thankfully opened.

"You don't have to go," he said as he stared at her long legs now accentuated by the stilettos. Her ass swaying as she pushed passed an older woman. She had turned him down, but Don had seen the way she looked down his body, undressing him with her eyes. Cam immediately hung a right and hurried into the stairwell. Not wanting to risk running into Don or the gym bro and definitely not wanting to risk walking the streets of New York at night, dressed like he was, he decided he would rather walk up the five flights of stairs to his apartment.

By the second landing Cam regretted his decision and it was only thanks to his previous experience in the gym with Veronica that he was able to make it up to the second landing. As unsteady as that climb was. Up until now the only heels he had worn had been block heels or wedges, which gave him a greater surface area to find his balance. With every shaky step he began to understand just how precise his steps had to be to keep from falling down. By the third landing he considered going back to the elevator, but the memory of how the gym bro and Don had leered at him sent a shiver through his soul that urged him onward. “Jeeze.” He sighed as he clung to the railing, “I don’t look like that when I’m checking out a girl do I?” he asked the empty echo of the stairwell. He liked to think he was charming and tried not to make women feel uncomfortable when he chatted them up, but much like the men before his main goal was sex.

By the time he reached his floor he was dead on his feet. He had to brace himself along the wall as he walked the floor back to his apartment. With no other real options and no energy to move he forced himself on in the hope that whatever Cecile’ and Richard were doing was at least in the privacy of her own room by now. If not over and done with by now.

Unfortunately that hope was destroyed when he walked into the open floor apartment and found the pair still making out on the couch like teenagers. ‘Oh my god. Really?!’ He rolled his eyes and silently placed Veronica’s purse on the coat hanger before slowly picking his leg up to undo the heel. However, unaccustomed to the act as he was in heels, his ankle gave out under the strain and he failed to keep his balance and tipped over. Crashing into the counter with a thud that was more loud than it was painful. "Shit!" He swore in a very unladylike manner.

"Cam–ile?!" Cecile' shouted, tearing herself away from Richard and sliding off of his lap that she had been straddling. Thankfully remembering to address her brother by his full and much more feminine sounding name.

"Uh…hey sis." He chuckled nervously as he regained his balance with the aid of the abusive countertop.

"I thought you had gone out?!" She growled, clinching her blouse.

"Didn't work out. Don't mind me. I'm just passing through on my way to my room and I'll be out of your hair."

"You plan to sit in there alone all night?" Richard asked, finally taking in the fact he was not so drunk he was seeing double.

"That wasn’t the plan before but it is the plan now.” He huffed angrily, “Besides, I've had enough men leering at me for one night. No offense."

"None taken." Richard held up a hand, realizing his other hand was still firmly on Cecile’s butt he released her and shifted in his seat. Covering his erection with his hands. Glancing out of the window he couldn’t tell exactly how late in the evening it was, but judging by her dress she was coming back from some trendy nightclub. “We can’t allow your sister to sit alone in her room all night.”

“Sure we can.” Cecile’ said, “Go on.” She waved her hand, shooing Cam away.

“It’s fine. Cecile’ never liked me hanging around her boyfriends.” Cam continued to struggle with his shoe again in the now darkened apartment, “In fairness I had stolen one or two.” He giggled nervously. “I am the fun one after all.” he added, giving up freeing himself from the nightmares on his feet.

“You are not!” Cecile’ shouted. “H-She’s not.” She repeated quieter as her face glowed red even in the dark. She hadn’t meant to sound like an insecure schoolgirl.

“Now, come on. There’s no point in fighting over the past.” He smirked as he rubbed Cecile’s shoulder, “Why don’t we all have a drink and sit a spell.”

Cam looked to his sister and her all too familiar death glare and sighed, “Honestly after the day I’ve had I could use a drink.” he said with a heavy sigh as he carefully made his way to the couch and sat on the other side of Richard in front of the bottle of wine the two had been drinking. Without waiting for permission Cam picked up the half full wine glass in front of him and took a sip. It was only when he saw the frown on Richard’s face did he ask, “You don’t mind sharing do you?”

       Richard looked at his glass in the beautiful girl's hand, taking the time to really appraise her. He hadn’t been seeing double before, Cecile’s sister had shorter hair, a larger chest, their jaws were just a little different and Camille’s ears stuck out just a little less, but she was just as beautiful as the girl he had been happy to be spending time with. Someone taking his glass of wine was an annoyance, but the way she did it while sitting down next to him gave the girl a much more carefree attitude than Cecile. To his intoxicated mind it didn’t seem like a good idea for her to join them, but a great idea. So he took the open bottle of wine in hand, poured more in his stolen glass. “I’m okay with sharing, in fact. We should toast to it.” He gave the girl a smile, before turning back to Cecile, filling her glass back up again before taping each of their glasses to the bottle in his hand. “To sharing.” he said, before taking a long pull from the bottle.

“To sharing.” Cam said loving the taste of the red wine that he hadn’t remembered seeing in the apartment.

“To sharing.” Cecile said, she said only slurring her words a little as she spoke sourly.

“Hmm.” Cam licked his painted lips, enjoying the sweet flavors, “Not bad. When did we get this?”

“We didn’t.” Cecile’ corrected, “I got it last year to celebrate my promotion.”

“You did get it?!” Cam smiled, “Then we should definitely be celebrating!”

“We were.”

“Pfft with grape juice? We should get dad’s brandy!”

“Brandy sounds like an excellent idea.” Richard cheered.

“Would you mind getting it from the kitchen? And some glasses? I would but my feet are killing me.” He groaned as he reached down to rub his leg, exposing even more cleavage to Richard.

“I would be happy too.” He smiled at Cam before turning to Cecile’ and kissed her cheek.

“Top shelf over the stove.” Cecile’ cooed with a gentle smile.

“Thank you, my dear.” ‘She really is quite lovely.’ He thought as he walked away from the twin beauties. At the restaurant the alcohol, paired with the good time he was having with Cecile’ and perhaps a wounded heart had driven his impulsive decision to take Cecile’ home but when they had arrived he had started to worry if an old man could do anything but humiliate himself with a woman as beautiful as Ms. Rayne. Thankfully she had more alcohol and despite her businesslike appearance at work, when she let her hair down she had become surprisingly uninhibited.

On the couch Cecile’ slapped Cam’s bare arm. “Ow!” he hissed quietly, “What the hell was that for?!”

“Don’t give me that!” She hissed back, glancing back to the kitchen every so often, “You’re supposed to be gone!”

“And you’re supposed to be in your room doing the dirty westchester.”

“The what?”

“It’s when you take ice a–”

“I don’t wanna hear that!”

“You asked!”

“What are you doing here?” She took in the sight of her brother, “And why are you dressed like that?”

“It’s a long story. Veronica kicked me out cause I said she should’ve let her ex know her son was sick.”

“Wow….you really are an idiot.”

“What about you? Why are you here?” He patted the couch. “He’s not that old, don’t tell me you’re waiting on a little blue pill to kick in?”

“No! It’s…I got a phone call from one of our clients who was all in a tizzy because of the copy changes we had to make to–”

“You took a work call instead of getting laid?!” said in astonishment a little too loud.

“Shut up!” Cecile’ growled quietly, slapping Cam with a pillow from the couch. The motion exposing the hidden white bra beneath her white buttoned down blouse which she had unbuttoned at some point before Cam stumbled into the apartment. Noticing Cam’s wide-eyes and quick turn, Cecile rebuttoned her top.

“Here we are.” Richard cheered, setting a decanter of brandy on the coffee table in front of the couch, returning to his seat in the middle of the sisters as he poured.

Cecile’ bit her lip as she stared at the handsome man at her side. The drinks from lunch, the wine from earlier mixing with her own arousal. She was for sure now, she wanted Cam gone so she could taste this man again. Earlier she had had mixed feelings about what she intended to do with Richard, but no more.

She had originally let the phone ring, and ring, and ring, until finally neither of them could take it no more. In truth she was thankful for the break. As excited as she was, there was a reason she never did things like this. Jump from one warm body to the next like Cam. More than just not wanting everyone to assume she slept her way to the top, she also hadn’t had sex in five years when she last had a steady boyfriend. Her career took top priority in her life and there were few who understood that mentality. And the ones who did, did not deserve the number of late nights she put in to get where she was as quickly as she did. Kissing Richard had felt simply wonderful, it awakened a need she had long ago buried. But with every kiss her thoughts nagged at her. Fear of what changes tomorrow would bring.

After the call ended, she had considered telling Richard they shouldn’t continue. She hadn’t noticed that Richard had stood up until his arms were around her again, his lips kissing her neck so softly. As she gasped, melting like putty in his hands he whispered, “You are a brilliant and beautiful woman.” If she were still the schoolgirl she was currently acting like she might say her heart was aflutter but she was an executive now and not prone to poetry. The honeyed words led to wine, led to more kissing, leading them both back to the couch, leading Richard’s hands under Cecile’s blouse. Until unfortunately Cam returned.

After toasting Cecile’s promotion Cam threw the brandy down to his empty stomach. “Careful, sis.” Cecile’ warned, seeing Cam already refilling his now empty glass, “You’re a total lightweight. Maybe you should leave the drinking to the grown-ups.” Ironically not hearing herself slurring her own words as she took a healthy sip from her own glass.

Cam glared at Cecile’, “Pfft, I can drink you both under the table.”

Richard couldn’t help but laugh, “I apologize.” he said, covering his mouth to hide the smirk he couldn’t force back down. Camille was half his size and clearly she was already intoxicated. He was by no means a large man or a powerhouse, but the size difference alone made the prospect laughable.

“You don’t believe me?!” She glared now at Richard. “C’mon. Let’s see what you got.” She slurred as she topped off his glass.

Richard chuckled now for an entirely different reason now. Cecile’ was the living embodiment of a poker face at work. Even earlier he could tell she had her guard up. But here she was, or an almost identical copy of her, who wore her heart on her sleeve. The differences between the sisters only continued to grow.

“This isn’t a college party, Cammy.” Cecile’ answered for Richard, placing her hand on his arm.

“How would you know? You were always too ‘busy’.” Cammy leaned into Richard, “I think she was just scared that if she removed the stick from her ass she might like it.”

“I heard that!” Cecile’ shouted, reaching around Richard she slapped Cam with a pillow again.

“You bitch!” Cam shouted back as he reached around Richard, slapping her in the head with his own pillow. Cecile’ responded with her own pillow once again. This time leaning over Richard and tagging her with the pillow before hiding behind Richard. Cam was lost in an alcohol fueled battle lust as he practically dove on top of Richard to hit Cecile’ with his pillow.

This went on for two more rounds before Richard spoke up. “Ladies, Ladies! You can’t fight, this is the war room!” He smiled at his own reference as the sisters looked at each other confused. “Now, we can come to an arrangement. After all there’s enough of me to go around.”  Their confusion turned into a hard stare before they both hit him with their pillows. “Agh!” he yelled, “What a terrible day! Peace negotiations have broken down!” He defended against the soft onslaught until he finally caught one of the pillows and popped the defenseless Cecile’ in the back of the head with her own pillow. For a moment as she stood up and rushed out of the room he thought he had seriously fucked up. Until she returned with one of the pillows from her bed and resumed her attack. The three adults laughed loudly and shouted random war cries heard from movie quotes as their pillow fight turned into a war. Their troubles, for the moment at least, forgotten with every blow.

Later, after the pillow war ended and a few more drinks were had and more tales told, the trio sat on the couch. Richard in heaven with a girl on each arm. Cammy absentmindedly drew random patterns on his chest with her finger as she rested her head on his shoulder. Every so often grazing his nipple, and causing his already hard cock to twitch in his pants.

Cecile’ wrapped one leg around Richard’s, rubbing her exposed thigh into his already hard crotch as they continued to makeout once again. Richard’s hand slipped under the back of Cecile’s skirt as he groped her ass. Shifting her cheeky panties to get at her soft flesh underneath. Cecile’ broke their kiss with a moan. Staring hungrily into his eyes she bent forward and kissed the nape of his neck. While Cecile’ kissed his neck, a spot that surprised him with its sensitivity, he found the gentle beauty beside him. Cammy licked her lips as she looked up at Richard through half lidded eyes. Bringing her to his lips Richard pressed his lips into hers.

After their pillow fight, the drinks, and the stories, Cam found himself slowly drifting off to sleep. He was only slightly aware enough to know that Veronica was not in front of him, stripping herself of the little black dress she had forced him to wear. Nor was she sitting in his lap, nude, as he played with her nipples. She had amazing breasts and ridiculously sensitive nipples that Cam loved to play with just to hear how she moaned. Veronica turned in his lap and pressed her beautiful lips to his and he couldn’t help but kiss back.

Cam slipped his hand behind the head of whoever was kissing him. The short hair told him he was definitely not kissing Veronica. Likely a woman with short hair, but the feeling of facial scruff ended that possibility. For a moment he thought of Donavan and felt his erection twitch behind the silk panties he wore. The man’s hand groped his ass through his dress. It had become obvious even to Cam’s alcohol fogged mind that he was with a man. Again. Despite himself he moaned sensually into the mysterious man. “Hmm. That feels good.”

With that their kiss had broken and Cam stared up at Richard. Immediately he glanced at Cecile who appeared to have completely forgotten Cam existed as she was unbuttoning her blouse again. ‘Fuck I shouldn’t’ve done that.’ He thought as he stood and took small mincing steps, both for stability and so he wouldn’t draw attention from the couple on the couch.

Back in his room Cam shut the door behind him and sat on his bed. Blowing out a long breath as he laid back. “Can't believe that just happened…I need to get out of these clothes and definitely these heels.” Cam kicked one heeled foot up off his bed, and reached in vain for the tiny straps that seemed to get further and further away, before letting it plop back down. “Maybe after I just close my eyes for a second, it has be a day... such a day!” As the room spun around him his mind and his thoughts went with it. ‘What am I gonna do with you?’ he thought as he rubbed his erect penis through Veronica’s borrowed panties. “Oh no.” He moaned as a memory of Devlin climbing on top of him in his bed entered his mind. Or was it a fantasy?  “I’m either too drunk or not drunk enough to deal with you.” He said to both the thought and his seemingly ever present hardon.