Cam, just trying to enjoy a nice day in the park

“So what do you say, doll?”

Camille, or Cam, as she liked to be known, smoothed her chic, white summer dress and flashed a genuine, warm smile.

Minding her own business, sipping her iced coffee, and trying to enjoy a nice, spring day on the park bench, she had been instantly wary when the stranger had crossed the park to talk to her.

She’d seen the look in his eyes, and prepared to be hit on. While she only had eyes for her boyfriend Matt, there were still the odd few who couldn't take no for an answer.

And even if she wasn't in a loving, committed relationship, he wasn’t remotely her type. He looked to be in his mid-50s, basically her Dad's age, was kind of short, paunchy and balding.

Just as she was going to tell him to get lost he smirked, his deep, dark eyes glowing green as she became disoriented. Actually, no they hadn't she thought to herself, as she gained her wits, just in time for him to grab the spot next to her.

As it actually turned out, he'd just moved to their city, and was simply looking to meet new friends and get a sense of what to do in town.

He had introduced himself as Bill, and she found herself hugely enjying his company, strictly in a platonic sense of course. He was intelligent, funny, and easygoing. As they talked for a while longer, his questions grew quite personal. Cam started spilling things she’d never really mentioned to anyone, not even Matt. She just couldn't help but trust him.

When he’d mentioned that he hadn’t found a place to live yet, and asked if she would let him stay with her until he figured his plans out, she gave it some genuine thought.

She’d known the man for only 15 minutes or so, and yet she realized that she would be perfectly happy to let him stay at her place. Sadly, there wasn't any extra space. While her and her roomate, Catherine, both were quite well-off and doing great in their young careers, they'd converted the third bedroom in their flat into an office whenever either one or both wanted to work from home.

"...I would have been happy to have you, but we’ve just got no spare beds...” she explained.

He arched an eyebrow. “You don't? But doesn't each bed have space for a second person?”

She giggled. “Well yeah. But what, are you thinking me and her are just going to share a room and let you have one of ours?"

“No, of course not,” he chuckled.

She met his laugh with a second friendly giggle, enjoying the back and forth. "Well then what? Are you going to take turns sleeping with us or something? I told you about Matt already, and Cat has been dating her boyfriend, Shaun, since Freshman year of college. At this point, they are probably a year away from getting engaged.”

“Yes, exactly! That’s alright with you, isn’t it?” Cam ignored his glowing green eyes again as he spoke, and thought briefly about it.

“Yeah. Yeah, that works perfectly! I can't believe I didn't think of that. You can come over and stay with us and whoever's bed you want to share that night, you can.” She smiled widely. “I guess we'll need to run it by Cat, but I can't see why she would care?”

"Something tells me she will agree."

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A few days later, the sun was setting outside the wide windows of their apartment, casting a warm glow on the polished wooden floor. Cam had just gotten home after a long day at work, her hair tied up in a messy bun, sweat staining the armpits of her silk blouse.

She walked in to find Bill comfortably seated on the couch, pants at his ankles as his modest penis stood at attention. On the floor in front of him, on her hands and knees, was Catherine, naked. Bill's feet were propped on her arched back, her cute tush in the air. Catherine had her phone to her ear, deep in conversation with someone.

"Like I said, this is how I feel and nothing you can say to me will ever change that." She said sternly. As she shot her a look of confusion, Cat rolled her eyes in frustration, before offering a brief smile.

Bill reached down and patted her bottom gently, which made her giggle, the sound muffled by the phone pressed to her ear.

"I can't do this anymore, it's just not working out. Goodbye." Catherine said firmly, hanging up the phone.

Cam's eyes widened. "What was that about?"

Cat turned to her, a radiant smile on her face. "Oh, that? That was me finally ending it with Shaun. I've realized he's not the one for me."

Cam's own shoulders relaxed. "Wow, really? That's... that's actually great timing because, funny enough, I just had a heart-to-heart with Matt and called it quits with him too."

They both burst out laughing, the tension from their individual realizations dissipating in the shared moment. "What are the odds?" Cat said, shaking her head.

"Tell me about it," Cam said, chuckling as she set her bag down. She kicked off her heels and walked over to the fridge to grab a beer for Bill, as she knew he liked. The cold condensation on the bottle felt heavenly in her hand as she twisted the cap off.

"Matt's a fine enough guy, but I just don't see a future with him anymore."

Cam handed Bill the beer and sat down on the armrest of the couch. Bill took a swig of the beer, his eyes never leaving hers.

"And what about Shaun? What happened with him," Cam asked her kneeling friend. Bill's hands had found their way towards her white blouse. He forcefully ripped it open, revealing her breasts. She was glad she'd been opting for no blouse recently, as he started kneading her breasts.

"I'm really not sure, honestly. But I just knew it was the right thing to do. He didn't take it well, but that's his problem. I'm free now!" Catherine said happily.

"Now that you're free, maybe you can help me with a little something," he murmured, as he detached from Cam and stood up, sliding his hands around Catherine's waist.

Her eyes sparkled with excitement, nodding eagerly. "Anything," she said, her voice bubbly.

Bill took the cue, lining his penis up to her pussy and beginning to fuck her doggystyle. Catherine's moans filled the room as she arched her back, pushing herself onto him, relishing the feeling of being filled by his older, more experienced member.

"Oh, Bill," she gasped, turning her head to look back at him, her eyes glazed with lust. "Thank you for this."

He chuckled. "It's my pleasure, doll," as he pushed himself into her warm, welcoming pussy.

Her body quivered with each deep, powerful thrust he delivered, his grip on her hips tightening. She moaned with pleasure, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the room. Catherine’s jet black hair bounced with each thrust, her face a picture of pure ecstasy.

“Oh, Bill, oh my God,” Catherine’s voice grew higher with each of his forceful strokes, her back arching to meet his hips. His grip tightened on her hips as he pounded into her.

Cam watched, transfixed, as Bill's cock disappeared into her friend's body, the sight of it making her own pussy throb. She knew exactly what Cat was experiencing, as ever since Bill had moved in and she made the decision to dump her lose ex-boyfriend, she had been having the best sex of her life with her new friend.

Bill leaned over, whispering sweet nothings into Catherine’s ear as he fucked her, his hands moving up to squeeze her breasts. “You’re so tight, slut, so perfect,” he murmured, and Catherine's moans grew louder.

The room was filled with the scent of sex. Bill’s breath grew ragged, his thrusts becoming more erratic. He looked so close to cumming.

With a final, guttural growl, Bill emptied himself into Catherine, his cum filling her to the brim. He pulled out and looked down at her, a smug grin on his lips.

“Now, tell me how much you love it, doll,” he instructed, his eyes gleaming.

Her body still trembling from the intensity of her orgasm, Catherine looked up at him, a dazzled smile on her face. “Thank you, Bill. I love it. I love you.”

Bill's grin grew wider, his chest puffing out slightly with pride. He patted her backside gently as he stepped away to grab a towel to clean up. “Good to know, darling. You know, I might end up staying with you two after all.”