You Feel It Too, Don't You?

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A/N: This is my first fanfic and I really hope y'all will like it. English is not my mother tongue so this might not be grammatically perfect. Anyway, sit back and enjoy the fic :)



Lauren's POV
It was one of those self-study periods, which the school basically gave up on you, told you to lock yourself in the library and study. I am a nerd, but not nerdy enough to stay in the library to join the old librarians' tea party. So here I am, feeling a little bit extra adventurous and text-flirting my friend Camila. That was when a rather interesting text popped up.

"You have no idea what I want to do to you."

The black screen lighted up with these tiny words. I stared at the screen for few seconds, feeling the pressure building up in my lower abdomen and my legs going weak. Urgh! Lauren you are such a hormonal teen. As much as I want to deny, I need her now.

I ran to the music room where she said she was in. Surprise! It was all dark and empty, at least it seems like it was. Thinking that I was being played, I stood outside the door, tried to peek in through the small window on the door when someone suddenly pulled me into that dark room. I couldn't even let out a gasp before I felt a pair of desperate lips attached to mine, and a tongue hungrily slipped inside my mouth, my cavity being explored by the strong muscle. When I could finally take a breath after she nearly suffocated me with that kiss, I breathed in her familiar scent, like spring but not flowery, fresh like the breeze but sweet like home. I stopped myself from the pervert-like- sniffing act because... um... that was so not sexy. Her hands snaked around my waist, holding me closer than ever, her mouth started sucking my neck slowly. I can't hold it back anymore, I let out a small whimper, "Camila....oh god"

She stopped her aggressive behavior on my neck and looked at me with those almost innocent eyes, as if she's asking for my consent. I couldn't suppress the desire in my heart anymore, I nodded, and she didn't even think twice before burying her head in my neck again.

I knew that wasn't right, I knew better than anyone else that we were only friends. But at that moment, boundaries weren't exactly my first priority. I could feel that she wants me, and I wanted her too. Camila and I had always been friends, not best friends that are glued to each other every day, but close enough to be a little flirty around each other; and I guessed we have just become more than 'a little flirty'. We've never done this before but what could possibly go wrong when neither of us are experienced? A little experimenting wouldn't hurt, right?

The thing I didn't understand was, why me? She was the cheerleader, the president of student union, the top student... She was Camila Cabello. She could have everyone else in the school so WHY ME?
Maybe I'm hotter than those chicks in the cheerleading team. I chuckled at my own thought.

My supposed-to-be chuckled came out more like a moan as she kept sucking on my neck while her hands tried to lift up my sweater, her lips left my neck temporarily when she took off my outfit. We were both panting and breathing heavily at this point, but we are not going to stop anytime soon.

Her tongue started tracing down my neck, to my collarbone and finally my breast. I unbuttoned her shirt while she's doing that wonderful job with her tongue and lips. She pushed me harder on that cold, hard piano where I'm leaning on, and started licking the area around my breasts before unhooking my bra.

"Wait Camz... can we move to somewhere more private? I asked as I'm afraid that someone might caught us in the middle of our intimate act.

She then grabbed my arm harshly and lead me behind the teacher's desk. She started circling my nipple with her tongue after she dropped my bra on the floor. My nipple hardened under her tongue's attack and I was enjoying the sensation on the spot a little too much that I can feel something strong building up on my lower abdomen. She sucked on my left nipple while she played with my right one using her long slender fingers; she rubbed it at first then started to pull it between her fingers and pinched it a little bit harder than I can stand. I couldn't stand the teasing after the third pinch and I moaned loudly it almost ended up like a scream.

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