Instead of the hard ground she expected to feel, Camila landed on a surprisingly soft and warm ... body? "It's okay, I've got you!", came the reassuring voice of Ally Brooke.
Camila rolled off the blonde as if her skin was on fire. "You've got me? You're the one who made me fall! I was doing fine until you screeched", she whispered lowly, so as not to alert the house. "And what the hell are you doing in my backyard in the middle of the night?"
"I'm not.. I was in..."
Her answer was interrupted by the appearance of another teenager when Normani quietly stuck her head out of a first floor window in the house adjacent to the Cabello's, which Camila recognized as Mr. Hamilton's small study. Growing up neighbors with her best friend provided many sneak outs and ins such as this, except this time was completely different.
"Ally", she called in relief and then, "Camila?", in confusion. "What are you doing here?"
"What am I doing here?" Camila was standing now with her hands propped defiantly on her hips as she looked suspiciously between her best friend and Ally. "Oh my God, you're sneaking", and then she dropped her voice to a whisper, "a girl into your house at one o'clock in the morning. I'm shocked, Mani. What would your dad say about his wittle sweetie pie?" She fought the smile that threatened to break onto her face, having missed this teasing from the weeks she had been gone.
"Oh, please, Daddy won't think anything of it. Besides-"
"Stop, Mani ... before you say something you'll regret." This interruption came from the unlikely source of Normani's light haired femme fatale. "The question should be what was Camila doing sneaking out at one o'clock in the morning."
"Well... I... that's none of your business!", Camila sputtered indignantly.
"Then, I don't think this", Ally reached over and grabbed onto Normani's hand, nearly pulling her out of the open window, "is any of your business."
Camila thought a moment before replying. "Mani, how'd you wind up with such a smart girl?"
Normani shrugged silently. And Camila turned around to leave, but Ally's voice caused her to stop.
"Hey, Camila? Have fun with Lauren. She loves you very much, you know."
"Um... Thanks, Ally. I will and ... you ... um ... have fun too."
I hope things get serious with them.. Ally is good for her.
Camila smiled inwardly and pulled up her dark hood before quickly jogging off towards the garage.
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The Cabello family had a large garage and that was putting it lightly. Her father's passion was his car collection; therefore, instead of a two-car garage or a three-car garage, Alejandro had a 16-car garage. This wasn't the garage attached to the house, of course, where his every-day car was stored and her mothers repaired BMW, her Mustang and her fathers Mercedes. This garage was further away from the main house, which was why Camila chose it. No one would hear the engine. Thirty seconds later, she quietly pulled out in a candy-apple red Aston Martin, letting it coast silently down the long driveway. Lauren would love this. She had told her more than once about how some famous softball player had jumped over a speeding Aston Martin. Well, maybe she'd let her drive Alejandro's.
By the time she parked the car three houses away from Lauren's and walked up to his house, it was 1:45, so she definitely didn't want to wake anyone ... well, anyone but Lauren, that is. Picking up a handful of pea gravel, she flung it at Lauren's second floor bedroom window. Luckily, everyone in Miami used some form of rocks in their landscaping. It hit with a huge splat, much more loudly than Camila intended and she reflexively ducked down to hide in the shadows.
A sleepy, tousled hair Lauren, blinked back sleep, and pushed up her window. Leaning out, she looked onto her empty back lawn. She was just about to pull her head back in when she heard a quiet voice whisper up to her.
"Lo? Lauren? It's me."
Squinting to try to make her out, Lauren called back, "Camila? Is that you?"
"Of course, it's me. Now get down here or get me up there. I don't care which."
Lauren thought about it before replying. "I'll be right down."
Half a minute later, Lauren opened the kitchen door and came out carrying a folded quilt and a small electric lantern. She gave Camila a quick peck on the cheek and grabbing her hand, without saying a word, dragged her up to the top of the tree house.
"Whoa, Lo. Über Tarzan, don't ya think?", Camila gasped before Lauren pulled her into a soul-wrenchingly hot kiss.
She pulled away from her only long enough to throw the quilt on the floor. If there had ever been a question as to why they were here, seeing that quilt on the floor removed all doubt. Lauren pulled her down with her and started kissing and worshiping her, inch by inch. A kiss to her forehead, "I", left eyelid, "missed", right eyelid, "you", tip of her nose, "today."
Camila could only manage a muffled, "Me, too."
Lauren's sensual emerald eyes were boring into hers and Camila realized that finally, they weren't going to be interrupted. This realization caused her to become suddenly shy and somewhat wary. Nervously, she looked around the rustic room to find some distraction.
"Wow, I haven't been up here in a long time."
"Nope." Lauren leaned in and licked the sensitive spot directly under her ear. She remembered her reaction from the airplane. Pausing for one second, she added, "You're still the only girl to ever be up here. Remember? This is where we..."
"Kissed", Camila sighed as the tingling in her neck was quickly radiating out to her entire body.
"Yeah, my first real kiss."
"Our first real kiss", Camila corrected her. "Oh, what the hell!" She roughly grabbed her head and brought her lips to hers, giving as good as she got.
Ten minutes later, they had worked themselves into a near feral state, kissing and nipping at each other with abandon. Camila, clad in only her panties, reached up for Lauren's sweats, and commented with a breathless giggle, "Good... no buttons."
"I put them in Mom's donate box yesterday."
As she pushed the fleece off her hips, Camila gasped when she saw she had gone commando.
"Oh my Lord."
Camila reached down and took her in her, suddenly shaking, hand and gasped again when she realized that her small fingers came nowhere close to encompassing her. Then, how on earth would it fit, she thought fleetingly before Lauren abruptly stilled her hand with her own.
"Stop", she commanded.
Shy, unsure Camila popped back up and asked, "D-did I do something wrong?"
"Noooo... oh God, noooo. But I want to be inside you when ... well, you know ... and if you keep doing that, it's going to be over before it starts."
"Oh. Well, that's good. That I wasn't doing anything wrong, that is."
Lauren tugged experimentally on her bikini panties and Camila lifted her hips so she could pull them completely off. They both paused then and took deep, simultaneous breaths which caused them to giggle, also simultaneously. Then, their eyes met again and there was no more giggling. Lauren held most of her body weight up, not wanting to crush her, but leaned her head down and gently kissed her kiss-swollen lips.
"Are you sure?", she whispered, holding her breath for the answer.
Camila gave her one quick nod.
Suddenly, she sat up and Camila was afraid they had been discovered. "What's wrong?", she questioned as she reflexively reached for her shirt to cover herself.
Lauren grabbed the lantern and waved it around on the floor, using it like a flashlight before reaching down and picking up something off the floor.
"I brought ... um ... protection." She held up the small foil wrapped package to show her.
Camila snickered, more from relief than anything. "It's not a problem. I've got it covered. My mother dragged me off to the doctor for a Depo-Provera shot before we even got home from the airport."
"What a thoughtful woman."
"Yeah, but I don't really want to talk about my mother right now."
"Me, neither."
Camila tossed her shirt away and Lauren crawled back up her body, pausing briefly at the junction of her legs to inhale her womanly scent. Her nose brushed against her wiry curls, causing Camila to bite her lip.
"Please...", she groaned plaintively.
Lauren lifted her head and looked up at her. "What is it, Camila? What do you want me to do?"
"Everything", she blurted out without thinking. "But for now, I want you up here ... with me ... in me."
That was the answer she wanted and Lauren wasted no time covering her body with hers. She raised herself up on her elbows so she could look into her eyes and without losing that contact, quickly entered her in one swift movement.
Camila's eyes grew wide and she gasped aloud, but Lauren didn't notice because her eyes were closed tightly as the feeling of pure pleasure nearly undid her. They were both completely silent and still for over a minute, until Camila spoke quietly.
"I'm okay now. Y-you can move. And ... thank you." Her words came out in short bursts.
Lauren's eyes snapped open and she stared at her in confusion. Then, she quickly decided that she wasn't about to admit that her stillness had been about herself and not Camila. She hadn't even thought...
"Am I hurting you?", Lauren finally asked with genuine concern and worry in her voice.
"Well...", Camila looked away, embarrassed, and bit on her lower lip, "You're ... more ... than I expected, but I'm okay now." She rushed to finish. "I swear. And ... I really want you to move now."
She punctuated this statement with a little pelvic thrust of her own which Lauren met reflexively. She withdrew slowly and experimentally and pushed back in until she was fully seated within her. Camila thought she had been completely stretched and ready for her, but this last movement drew her up short. Her sharp intake of breath caused Lauren to stop and look at her with concern again. Her brows knitted and she started to withdraw, seriously worried that she was hurting her.
"No!", Camila shook her head vehemently when she realized what he was doing. Then, grabbing her ass with both hands, she pulled Lauren back down into her with all her strength.
They both gasped, but this time it was in shared pleasure. Lauren shakily placed her forehead on hers. "God, Camila. You feel sooooo good."
"Yeah, you're so much better than...", but instantly her mouth snapped shut and she looked away.
Lauren felt a glimmer of disappointment that she was comparing her to someone else right in the middle of making love, but took reassurance in the fact that, apparently, she was better. Still, she couldn't help but say, "I don't want you thinking about somebody else when we're doing this", punctuating every other word with another thrust, each one rougher than the previous.
"What?", Camila asked in breathless confusion. "What are you talking about?" She continued to shove forcefully back against her in equal measure.
"The person that I'm better than", Lauren bit out while grinding her pelvis into Camila, determined to drive her other lover out of her mind, and body, completely.
Camila shook her head to clear it and grabbed Lauren by her shoulders to still her. "There was no other guy, you idiot!"
Lauren looked adorably confused as she looked down at the petite girl beneath her, eyebrows furrowed.
"You ... you ... dolt! I was talking about ... my hand, okay? You know", her voice dropped so low he almost couldn't her her, "... masturbating. You're my first ... person. And you're so much better than my hand. There! I've said it now. Are you happy?" She meant this sarcastically and rhetorically, but Lauren didn't take it as such.
"Very, I'm very happy now." Her smile broadened across her face and Camila let go, allowing her to move again.
"God, you're such a dork."
Skin to skin, they started gently rocking together - very different and much more sensual than their earlier rutting. And rather than close their eyes to shut out the world and each other, they locked them together, brown against green, both not wanting to miss a single instant. This was a slow, intense lovemaking, the kind Camila read about in books that she usually hid inside her assigned reading. In fact this was so wonderful she became overwhelmed emotionally, but didn't actually realize what was happening until Lauren bent down and gently kissed the tears off her face, first one side and, then the other.
"It's okay, Camz. We're together now ... completely, and nothing will change that."
"I love you", Camila whispered passionately.
"I love you too and I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out."
Lauren lifted herself up until her arms were taunt, giving herself more leverage which caused her to slide fully into her again. They both moaned in unison. Camila bent her knees and lifted up her legs, inadvertently changing the angle of penetration. Slowly, Lauren withdrew and reentered her slowly, unsure of this new position. And Camila nearly went cross-eyed at the sensation Lauren aroused within her. Each thrust nearly caused her to scream out in pleasure.
"Jesus, what are you doing? I-I mean, remember what you're doing, okay? We definitely need to do this again. Just like this. Oh, Goooood!"
She frantically reached behind her and pulled her hoodie out from under her head, seeking to muffle her cries with it. Realizing what she was doing and why, Lauren engulfed her mouth with hers, just in time to shallow her shout. Her whole body rocked and shook as she came. Her body convulsing around her was too much. With a kick Lauren sped up her rhythm and in three long, powerful strokes found her own release.
At that moment, two souls connected.
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