Cam went ahead of Penny, and had the summer duvet folded back for her by the time she got there. She was glad they hadn't elected to go to her room, because she hadn't bothered to make her bed in weeks, and it was a mess. Cam's room, on the other hand, was neat as the proverbial pin, bed neatly made, clothes put away, surfaces dusted and tidied. He had more bookshelves in here, though these shelves contained really beaten up and much-loved looking paperbacks that probably had been read many times, rather than the showy, leather-bound hardbacks in the reading room. There was even a vase with flowers on the small table under the window.

It was as though royalty inhabited the room.

This thought made her laugh, and she realized that, even though she hadn't had a drink in nearly an hour, she was still more than a little drunk.

"What's funny?" Cameron asked, looking over at her in the soft light of the bedside lamp, which he'd just turned on.

"Nothing," she assured him. "You just--have a really nice room, that's all." She resolved to keep her room nicer in the future.

He climbed into the bed and gestured toward the spot next to him. "Oh. Thanks. I am a bit of a neat freak, I know, but I find I can relax better if I sleep in a tidy place."

Penny took a deep breath and got in next to Cam, letting it out in a whoosh when he scooped her into the curve of his arm and turned them so they were facing each other. He leaned in and kissed her softly, tasting the tears and wine on her lips, her breath.

"You know how much I want you, but I meant what I said," he murmured against her mouth as his other arm snaked around her waist so he could pull her closer. "We can lie here all the night and just hold each other and kiss and sleep, and nothing else has to happen." He kissed her again, moving to her jaw and neck, making Penny sigh a warm breath into his ear which he felt all the way down to his toes.

"Can we try a middle of the road approach?" Penny asked hopefully, lifting her leg over his hip to line their torsos up. "Like we start, but we can stop if either one of us wants to stop?" Cameron could hear the breathlessness in her voice, and knew it wasn't just from asking the question. Her nipples were already like hot bullets against his chest, and he could feel the slight pressure from her hips pressing into him. Penny was already excited, he knew, and he was responding to it. He could see in the glow of the lamp that her lovely lips were noticeably swollen, looking soft and supple, and her pupils were large and black, as blown as if she'd done some really good coke.

"Yes," he whispered with a nod. "We can certainly do that, my love." And he covered her mouth with his once more in a powerful kiss that pressed her head back into the pillow as he clasped her hands in his and lifted them over her head.

As he heard her moan, he flashed back for a moment to the sound he heard her make on the wretched video, and anger boiled up inside him. He wanted this to be good for her. Please let this be good.

Please let this be good for her.

"Penelope, you're so beautiful," he murmured, lifting his head to look at her.

She opened her eyes to look at him, and smiled. "You are too, Cam. Sometimes I can't believe I'm with you, it makes me feel amazing."

Cam sat up, pulled his T-shirt off, and began unbuttoning her pajama top, bending to kiss the exposed flesh after each button. "Well you are, and the feeling is mutual, love."

Penny could see his body side lit in the light of the lamp, and it looked incredible. From his bicep and tricep to his abs to his V-line, every tiny bit of musculature was highlighted, and the planes and angles of his face shone in sharp relief. His brows, his eyelashes, the serious look of concentration on his face, made him almost to gorgeous to look at, and she could only hope she looked half as good to him.

He bent to kiss her tummy as he undid the last button, and she felt his warm tongue on her skin, which made her quiver.

This. This was what it should be like.

"Oh god, Penny, your skin is just glowing, you look like a Renaissance painting," Cameron said, sitting up to gaze at her once more. He reached out to cup her breasts from the side, then slid his hands down her body, loving the way her torso slid inward to her waist, then flowered out to her broad, round hips, making room for her sex, from there flowing down to her long legs.

He bent once more to kiss and nip at her belly, running his hands all over her. He slowly pulled her pajama bottoms down by inserting his fingers at the sides and pulling them all the way down. She helped by kicking a little at the very end, and finally, Cam could see all of her.

Wow.

Penny cupped her breasts and squeezed, as Cam flicked his eyes upward and caught the gesture. It made him smile, happy to know she was feeling relaxed and pleasured.

He caught a whiff of the elusive scent of her womanhood, and he could see how it was glistening between her legs, showing her excitement just from the little they'd done. The fragrance and the gleam of it nearly sent him over the edge, making him crazy with wanting to touch it, taste it.

"I can smell you," he whispered, moving lower, toward where her dark, curly hair began.

Penny immediately tensed, trying to draw her legs together. She sat up a little, releasing her breasts. "Oh my god," she said, stricken. "I'm so sorry. Should I go clean up? Or should I just go?" She started to button her pajamas. " God, how embarrassing."

"What?" Cam was so surprised he forgot to whisper. He sat up, resting his hands on his thighs. "What are you talking about?"

"Well, you don't want to be able to smell a person, do you?" Penny asked rhetorically. She covered her eyes with her hand.

"Erm, yes, you do," Cameron answered, knee walking up the bed, and removing her hand from her face.

Penny stared at him. "Wait, what? You do?"

Cam nodded emphatically, then kicked off his pajama bottoms so that he was as naked as she.

She stared at his erection, unable not to.

Cam knew he was probably the first man, other than Frederick, she'd ever seen, and he also knew that he and Frederick looked nothing alike in this department. He'd suspected it before, but after watching the video in the bathroom, his suspicions had been confirmed.

Cam had no illusions about himself, and knew that he wasn't especially well-endowed. He was a normal man, with normal equipment; perhaps he might be a little bit larger than your average fellow, if you wanted to split hairs, especially when he was excited, like he was now. However, compared to Frederick Berenson, he looked like an elephant, he supposed, and the difference might well be enough to frighten someone like Penny, who had no experience at all, and no one else with whom to compare.

"Holy shit, you're huge," she said bluntly, forgetting to be upset for the moment.

"Every man's dream words," Cam said, laughing comfortably. "But I didn't expose myself to you at this juncture so you could compliment me, believe it or not." He scooted a little closer. "Here, lean in and smell me."

"What?"

"You heard me." At her look, he chuckled. "Don't worry, I just showered a few hours ago, I don't stink. I'm just making a point." He gestured toward his crotch. "Take a sniff. Come on, I'm serious."

Penny pursed her brows, looked suspiciously at Cam's face, and finally leaned forward like a small child, with Cam holding her hair out of the way, and took a deep whiff.

To Penny, Cam smelled like skin, and soap, and, underlying all of it, a deep, musky smell, a smell she'd never smelled before, a biological smell of something living.

"Frederick had a smell, didn't he?" Cam asked softly, not wanting to utter his name, but wanting to make a point. "We all do, it's normal."

Reluctantly, Penny nodded. "It was--I didn't like it. But I never said anything. I never knew I had a smell, because he never went near me with his face, I suppose. I didn't know we were supposed to. You smell nice. I like it. But like I said, he never had his nose anywhere near me."

As Cameron was digesting this awful information, Penny put her face near Cameron's erection again and sniffed deeply. Cam could feel her warm breath on him, and it was all he could do not to push her face onto himself.

Oh god, what it would feel like to have her beautiful mouth on him, those beautiful lips sucking on him--

He wrenched his mind away from the thought of Penny giving him head and spoke.

"Are you saying he never went down on you?"

Penny shook her head, her hair tickling his erection and making him excited all over again.

He quickly and gently pressed her down on the bed and went back between her legs.

"Well, I'm going to touch you now," he told her, kissing her tummy some more, making sure he felt her relaxing under his mouth and hands. "With my hands, then my mouth, yeah?"

"Really?"

Cam could detect no anxiety in her tone, only anticipation and excitement.

"Really. Is that okay?"

"Fuck yeah!"

Cam laughed, and moved a little higher on the bed, so he could kiss her midriff. He could see her breasts in the lamplight, moving up and down with each breath she took, and they were so beautiful he lost his train of thought for a moment.

He lay down next to her, lifting one of her legs so he had more room to work, and leaned in to kiss her.

"Here we go, my lovely Penguin."

And he slid his hand down her abdomen, over the slight rise of her pubic bone, onto her sex. His fingers nearly slid all the way into her because she was so slick, and this startled her.

"Did you put something on me?"

"No, why?"

"I just feel very--lubricated."

"That's all you, Penelope."

"Really?"

Cameron nodded. "And it's so fucking hot, it makes me want to fuck you right now, if I'm being honest."

"Well, we can, if you want," Penny answered seriously. "I don't mind."

But Cam shook his head. "We have all night, love, and I want our first time to be just right."

He slid two fingers deep into her, while pressing little circles into her clit with his thumb.

Penny came immediately, her words dying in her throat as she stiffened, arching her back as her legs went taut, squeezing tight around his wrist.

"Whoa, Penelope, are you all right?"

She was beyond speech, unable to answer, unable to draw breath.

Cam watched her come completely unraveled under his hand, turning her head side to side as she clawed at the air and struggled to breathe, and all he wanted to do was grab himself and have a wank as he watched her.

Finally, Penny took one of her flailing hands and grabbed Cam's wrist, yanking his hand off her. It was  like flipping a switch. She slowly relaxed back into the bed, sinking into the mattress, able to breathe once more as the sweat stood out in little beads on her body and face.

"Oh my god, Cameron!"

"Jesus, Penny, that wasn't your first orgasm, was it?"

Penny shook her head. "But it was my first with another person in the room, and it was definitely my most intense ever."

She leaned up and gave him a gasping kiss. "I vote that in fairy tales princes should wake up princesses like that from now on," she said with a laugh.

Cam heard her words and fell back on the bed as he laughed himself. "That would really change the meaning of 'happy ending,' then, wouldn't it?" he added.

He sat up on one elbow and looked at Penny, who was just catching her breath. "Oh god, you're beautiful." He leaned in and kissed her, and things quickly got going again. "So beautiful," he repeated as he moved down her body, kissing both breasts as he went.

Penny arched toward his mouth, pressing his head closer to her.

"Cam, this feels amazing, you're amazing," she murmured. She looked into his brown eyes. "Thank you for showing me this."

"The pleasure is mine," he assured her. He continued down her soft body, kissing her lovely tummy, her glorious thighs, then moving toward her sex.

Finally, he was going to taste it.

He leaned in and licked it, hearing how it made her moan.

He hadn't told her that oral sex was his favorite kind. He couldn't even explain why, but something about being that close to that part of a woman, and hearing the sounds she made, were such a turn on for him.

Penny tasted sweet and tangy, with just a little bit of the brine of the ocean, just as he'd known she would. Some women were unbearably bitter. It was supposed to do with diet, but Cam thought it had more to do with personality than anything, and Penny was all sugar to him, like the best, slightly overripe fruit. Her sex was blameless and soft, just like she was, plump and full of folds, not thin and angular like most of the women he'd gone down on.

Heaven.

Above him, Penny was already thrashing, calling his name, grasping her breasts and drilling her head into the pillow as she had orgasm after orgasm. He'd never known a woman who could have so many so quickly. Usually it took a lot of work. Probably because she'd gone so long without whilst being used by that horrible excuse for a man.

"Cam, you've got to stop or I'm going to die," Penny was gasping now.

Cam smiled and moved to the side, wiping his face on the sheets before moving up to where she was.

"So are you ready for the main event?" he asked jokingly as she put her arms around him and kissed him emphatically.

"Are you kidding? That wasn't the main event? I was ready to go to sleep," Penny laughed. "I'm exhausted."

In response, Cam opened the drawer next to the bed, pulled out a foil wrapped packet and threw it at Penny's face. "I've had no satisfaction tonight, mademoiselle, I'll have you know, though I have had a hell of a lot of fun," he responded.

Penny saw the packet and blanched.

"Oh no," Cameron apologized, grabbing the condom. "What's wrong? Is this really where you want to stop? I thought you were joking, love, I'm sorry. Of course we can stop."

"No, no I don't want to stop," Penny corrected. She couldn't stop staring at the condom. "Do we have to use that, though?"

"The condom?" Cam considered. "I suppose not, but--don't you want to? I mean, aren't you worried? I've been--with people who've been with people--you know how it goes. STIs? And what about birth control?"

Penny shook her head. "I take the pill, I have for a year. And as long as you've always used condoms, you're safe, right? And I used them with Frederick for a long time, so I think I'm safe." She shuddered. "They just--they remind me of him, you know? Looking at them, even the sound they make when you open them." She closed her eyes. "They way they smell, everything about them. I hate them. And I'd rather not use them."

She opened her eyes, and Cam could see tears clotted in her long lashes.

"Okay." He hugged her, and kissed her trembling mouth. "Okay, Penguin. No condom." He tossed it back in the drawer. "There, okay?"

Penny nodded. "Thank you. You still want to, or have I ruined the mood?"

Cameron nodded. "I still want to."

"Me too."

"Good. Kiss me, love, kiss me. God, what pretty sounds you make, mm--"

And he set her to gasping and moaning as they lay in the bed.

Penny grasped him and pumped him, and this made him bite her lip, and say, "Oh, Jesus, Penguin, that feels so good, so good--"

"Cam, I can't believe anything could feel this good. It never felt this way--before."

More quiet breathing, the sound of skin sliding together.

"Because you weren't making love before, my darling Penguin. We're creating love where it didn't exist before, and it's magic, and beautiful."

And finally, Cameron settled between Penny's legs, holding them apart in the groove where her thighs met her hips. He could feel the warmth of her sex against the tip of him, and it was hot, it was heat, because there was no latex between them.

"You ready for me?"

Penny nodded.

Cam pressed in on her, and it was such a tight fit, because all she'd ever had inside her was the pitiful size of Frederick, so she gasped in surprise.

Cam stopped.

"No, don't stop, keep coming, please."

"You sure?"

"Yes."

So he moved into her, sinking in relentlessly, and it felt so good he thought he might faint from it.

"Penny, you're like hot silk, Jesus," he moaned. "I could do this forever."

"Oh god oh god, Cam, keep going, keep going."

The sound of fingernails on flesh.

"God, this feels amazing."

Then came the quiet time, of murmured words of love, of rhythmic breathing, of holding each other as two beings became one.

They looked at each other, green eyes and brown, and came together for an emphatic kiss as they moved together into a simultaneous climax that seemed to go on and on, a wave that broke on a never ending beach, carrying both of them on its crest.

"Cam, Cam, Cameron."

"Penelope, Penelope, my Penny."