Lauren has always been a free spirit.
She's an adventurer, an explorer, whether it's through the books she's reading or the rocky paths she's trekking, she always has this childlike curiosity to a lot of things (except when she's in her dark mood, then the only thing she sees is the dark void).
A firm believer that everything ends eventually, she treats everything with reverential playfulness -- a casual take on things, but also with a certain zeal to eke out everything she can from something and to enjoy every last drop of it while it lasts.
That kind of belief -- that nothing is permanent (except change), thus, people shouldn't waste their time trying to possess things or people to permanent submission -- may seem to border on cynicism, but it's what pushes Lauren to enjoy life as it should be enjoyed.
Because if one is aware that life ends eventually, then they'll strive hard to live to the fullest; if romantic partners know that love could end in the blink of an eye, that nothing is forever, then maybe they'll cherish each other more and focus less on petty things; if the sunrise only lasts for a few minutes, then the more she'll be excited to wake up early in the morning just to have a glimpse of such beauty.
Things end and Lauren isn't afraid of that. Because when there is an end, there is also a beginning. And in every beginning, if she carries past learning experiences, every start will just get better and better.
That's what Lauren believes in; that people should still go on and live and love and even if things end, just move on and go on and repeat cycle. Or at least that's what she used to believe in before she got her heart broken by her first love. After she got hurt by her ex, she started to become aloof and guarded, a total opposite of how she used to be.
But Camila has managed to chip away her walls, reminding her of her old self, or at least, partly. That's why even when she got hurt by Camila, she doesn't take it as a loss. It was an adventure she's glad she embarked on, and given a chance, she'll do it again.
That's a huge difference between the two of them.
With Camila, everything needs to be forever, or, at least, long-term. Things need to be concrete, certain, and with purpose. She works hard for her goals and she expects it to mean something.
With Lauren, it's not the destination that matters to her, rather, it's the experience from the journey that she takes pleasure from. To her, Camila is like the ultimate puzzle that she wants to solve, or maybe the holy grail that she's been looking for; Camila seems to be unattainable, which makes her even more desirable. It's the excitement she gets whenever she feels like she has cracked Camila's walls; a beautiful flower that she slowly peels, petal after petal; it's what Camila makes her feel -- excited and challenged.
Whether she gets something or not, to her, it's the experience and realizations she has gotten from it that makes everything worthwhile. Anything that has made her feel, even for just a few seconds, is worth the trouble. It reminds her that she's alive and she's not always trapped in her own dark void inside her mind.
That's why despite whatever happened between them, whether she was hurt or disappointed, it doesn't matter. Well, it did matter for a while; she's human after all, and pain still could slow her down. But it was a necessary experience for her; pain and pleasure go hand in hand in broadening a person's mind and view of the world.
And Lauren can build her walls again, that's easy; but she won't ever deny her attraction to Camila, specifically her sexual attraction. She may be all kinds of complicated (or a simple human being, depends on how you view her), but she's not the type to deny herself the pleasure she could get from a situation.
Her vast experience when it comes to dating (or not dating) has led her to believe that she got this under control. That she could maybe enjoy whatever pleasure she could get from Camila, whether it's through their banter or sexual tension, and that her walls (now firmly restructured around her heart -- totally indestructible) will protect her from further hurt.
So when she sees Camila suspiciously wrapped up in a thick blanket on her bed, and finding out that she was masturbating she didn't even think twice in pushing her boundaries. It's how she is, anyway. She gets a sick pleasure in making people uncomfortable and trying to seduce people just to see how long before they give in.
With Camila, it's almost always a given for her to run away the minute her boundaries are threatened.
So she teased her and pushed her. And she's not even gonna lie, finding out what Camila has been doing in her bed has gotten Lauren really hot. She's just human, and she's been harboring all this sexual attraction for months, sometimes she couldn't keep it to herself. She's a very sexual being with no sense of boundaries, after all.
What she didn't expect is for Camila to stay, and what's even more surprising is for her to give in -- fully and with no hesitations. So, can one really blame Lauren if her brain has sort of malfunctioned?
"Show me." Camila says in that husky voice and that sexy smoldering doe-eyed look.
Lauren believes she has forgotten what words even are. She's convinced that her brain has been fried -- rendered useless -- and maybe she should go to the hospital now. Yes, hospital. Good idea.
But wait, why isn't she moving? Is her brain so severely damaged that she's now lost her motor skills?
Oh, right. Camila's hand is still holding hers (the one she has placed on Camila's shoulder) and now she's feeling paralyzed (but she thinks she likes it) because Camila's words echo inside her mind (yes, she again knows what words are, and her brain is obviously not fried one hundred percent).
But she's still unable to speak, she's still processing what Camila could mean by that. Show me. Like, maybe she just wants her to illustrate things, you know, since Lauren loves to draw (and she thinks she's good at it), so maybe she could do like a version of The Bible from American Pie.
A voice inside her head scoffs haughtily, like it's saying she's being dense or whatever. Maybe she is. Okay, no, she totally is. Of course she knows what Camila meant. She's not fucking oblivious. Duh.
It's just that Camila caught her by surprise.
When she started this entire I'll tell you what Prawn should have been doing all along she was just really teasing; until she got carried away, and until Camila was the one pushing boundaries. She expected her to kick her, or smack her with Mr. Snuggles, or walk out of the room in a dramatic fashion, but she never expected Camila to let everything unfold and ask Lauren to show her.
So, no she's not usually like this -- unsure and hesitant to take what's being offered -- as if she's some silly virginal pre-teen who thinks she could get pregnant by kissing.
Camila's hand tugs her and Lauren gulps loudly when she turns around in her swivel chair to face her, still not letting go of her hand.
"Lauren?"
Imagine Lauren a little bent forward because Camila still has her hand interlaced with her own (not that she's complaining), and Camila looking up, uncharacteristically bold enough to maintain eye contact; their faces inches apart, and oh okay so Camila tugs her closer, and Lauren shuffles forward almost in between Camila's legs and she has to hold on to the arm rest to keep herself steady.
"Yes?" Lauren's voice cracks a little. Not her proudest moment. You gotta stay cool, man!
"Will you?" Damn, even her slow blinking is so sexy. "Show me?"
Lauren seems to stall, there's really something wrong with her brain. She's probably hallucinating. But damn Camila to eternal hell because how can she do both the puppy dog expression and that smoldering look that makes Lauren's heart (and what's in between her legs) clench? In fact, her entire body is clenching (if that's even possible) and that's because of Camila's face which is both cute and sexy. Like what the hell.
This is witchcraft. Sorcery. Camila isn't real.
For a few seconds, they both stay silent, just breathing in the tension-filled air. Until Lauren finally manages to get a grip and be the Lauren she spent years building up. The Lauren that is confident, sexual, passionate, and would never say no to a girl like Camila.
"Can I kiss you?" Lauren asks, more like to see if Camila's serious, not really expecting anything from it.
"Come here." Camila scoffs, as if she has no patience left for such a silly question.
Camila pulls her towards her, and Lauren gasps when she feels her lips on her, open and exploring, and okay so she's serious, okay, Lauren can do this, it's no biggie, like seriously, she's been waiting for this moment her entire sophomore year (okay, so maybe just a semester), but yeah she's like totally cool, and she can do this.
She's Lauren fucking Jauregui, after all, and she's about to be Lauren fucking Camila. Unfunny joke? Who cares. She's the one kissing Camila. Not everyone can have that as bragging rights.
She feels Camila bite her lip, and she may have yelped like a stupid puppy. Not helping her sexy cool image, at all.
"Are you just all talk, Lauren?" Camila leans back to stare at Lauren's still-confused face.
Lauren blinks a few times before regaining her composure, and she sees Camila's face still somehow blushing. But there's a hint of defiance in her eyes, but also a flash of uncertainty, like she's questioning the situation, like she's probably thinking that Lauren doesn't want her after all; or maybe it's guilt that's slowly creeping back in her thoughts as the haze of lust disperses. Lauren is basically seeing Camila battling with her two opposing instincts.
Well, Lauren can't let that happen.
And she doesn't need to think too much anymore so she grabs Camila's nape and pulls her towards her. It's about time she kisses her properly. She's not about to let this opportunity slip away, especially when she has a feeling it's gonna be something that's gonna happen only once. She totally knows how Camila is, and this is more than she could hope for, really.
So forget the overthinking, she can do that later, when she's alone in the room.
Meanwhile, Camila feels like she's experiencing all emotions known to man in that very second. Her mind says stop, but her body can't. Her hands can't let go of Lauren's shirt, her lips can't bear to separate from hers, her heart can't stop beating so hard it almost feel like it's about to explode.
She's guilty. Or her mind says she should feel guilty. Because while she's kissing Lauren she couldn't help but compare her to Shawn. How Shawn always smells clean, like aftershave cologne and baby powder -- the perfect scent to embody him: safe and comforting.
Meanwhile, Lauren smells (tastes) like smoke and menthol: the scent of danger and recklessness (at least it's what she associates it with). Camila is titillated by it. Lauren smells exciting, like it's always a different thing each day; sometimes she smells like nicotine, sometimes she's as fresh as a garden in full bloom, sometimes she smells like vanilla, sometimes she smells like Camila's body wash (which she needs to ask Lauren about it -- those bottles aren't cheap, damn!), and sometimes she just smells like Lauren -- like raw sex appeal, if that has a specific scent.
So yeah, one hundred emotions per minute, and her mind keeps telling her that what she's doing right now is a sin, and that she should stop because she has a boyfriend, and that Lauren will just use her or hurt her and Shawn would never. Those thoughts have crossed her mind in only three seconds (or three heartbeats), so imagine her entire thought process in a full minute.
She feels Lauren's tongue probing inside her mouth and maybe she's exaggerating or hallucinating but she swears she felt that all the way to her core. Like for real, Lauren is making her forget her name, let alone her fucking morals and principles.
If this is what sin tastes like, then I'll gladly go to hell as I sin a million times without shame.
This infatuation is turning into something dangerous where the line between lust and logic gets blurred, and her mind tells her that she needs to get out before it's too late.
But Camila is like an addict with coke in front of her, the more she tries to deprive herself of it the more she wants to take a hit. It's already right here within her reach, why not just take it?
And so it happens that the more Camila tries to deny her growing attraction towards Lauren, the more she craves for her.
Just one hit, one line, she just gotta try it. She can't turn away now.
"Why?" Lauren asks.
Camila almost doesn't hear her speak. It's so low and raspy that for a second she thought it was her conscience speaking inside her head.
"Why what?" Camila basically whispers into Lauren's mouth, because duh they're still kissing and it seems like neither of them wants to stop.
They figured they can talk into each other's mouths anyway so it's what they're gonna do.
"Why do you want this?"
To Camila, it is a simple question with a simple answer. To Lauren, it's kind of a loaded question that would define her future actions depending on Camila's answer. After all, Lauren is the one more invested in this (despite her repeated self-denial that she has moved on from Camila and that this is purely physical) and she's the one who has got a lot to lose.
Camila's lips hover over Lauren's slightly open mouth before she traces gentle kisses along Lauren's jaw.
"Because I'm curious, Lauren." More kisses under her ear and down her neck. "You make me feel things. I can't even think straight now because you intoxicate me."
"You're gonna regret this later, Camila. Your guilt will eat you up."
"For once, I want to be someone who makes bad choices without thinking about the consequences. I want to be free even for just this moment."
So I'm a bad choice and you're gonna use me? Lauren wants to laugh (not in a ha ha that's so funny and cute, but more like wow I'm speechless all I can do is laugh humorlessly) but she doesn't say anything. Because in some twisted masochistic way, she wants this, too.
Camila places a soft peck on the side of Lauren's mouth; a gentle brush of her lips that's the opposite of how passionate she feels at the moment. "I want to just not care about everybody's opinions so much and just give in to what I want at the moment."
Ironically enough, between the two of them, Lauren has been the one who has cared more, who has done the most selfless act she is capable of, and she's also most probably gonna be the one who'll be hurt in here after all is said and done.
But Lauren doesn't say anything. Because despite her past hurt and probably her future pain, she still wants a taste of this. At least, now she knows where she stands, and it will be less painful if she could anticipate what's gonna happen next (a lie, but it's a beautiful kind of lie that she'd rather believe).
This is all just some sort of a sexual experiment to Camila, no use in expecting anything more, and she's down for that. Casual and no strings attached? Hell yeah she can do that.
Because Lauren knows deep inside that she'll never be with Camila; that point has been made clear over and over, like a nail gun shot to the head thirteen times. She's not delusional, she knows now that she couldn't get everyone she fancies (like her arrogant vain self used to think before), but it doesn't mean that she's forgotten how to be human with desires.
How can she ever forget how Camila's lips taste like the first time she kissed her (and the second time... Now third), or how her skin felt against her palms, or how sexy she sounds like moaning Lauren's name as if her life depends on it? If given the chance, she won't turn down a moment like that where she could get more.
Fuck her feelings; she can bury that and build a wall over its pitiful grave. Satisfying a physical attraction is another matter, because she's human with human desires and faulty human logic.
Yes, she's very attracted to Camila, truly and intensely attracted to her. And yes, she had (okay, has, don't fucking tell anyone) some kind of feelings for her; probably deeper than what she should have allowed herself to feel, but she's been trying to bury it.
But it could be better this way, because the glaring fact (which her mind wouldn't let her forget) remains that Lauren couldn't fully trust Camila anymore. Not when she has repeatedly thrown away what Lauren has offered her. Not after hearing what Camila has to say just moments ago. It's okay to fool around as long as she safeguards her most vital self, keep a certain amount of boundaries.
So, walls are good. Emotional boundaries are necessary.
That doesn't mean they couldn't have fun, right?
Camila can have her stupid little prawn, and Lauren could have her stupid little wall, and both of them could have some stupid fun together, no strings attached. Win-win. No one will get hurt.
So, Lauren, with the delusion that she can separate her emotions and desires, decides to play a very dangerous game.
A game which no players ever truly win.
She decides to take something that's not hers, and would it be really surprising if she ends up losing more than she has ever gained?
"I wanna kiss you." Lauren says.
This is that one moment where once you've crossed a line there's no turning back. This is the line that shouldn't ever be crossed if you plan to keep life uncomplicated. But both of them know that lines have already been blurred and crossed a long time ago (or were there any lines, to begin with?). They're both intoxicated with each other. They're curious. Hungry for that touch, thirsty for that feeling they were given a taste of before. And neither one is willing to put a stop to it. Not now.
Camila looks at her, confused and also annoyed because Lauren has moved away from her lips. She wants those lips on hers again, over and over and never ending.
"So kiss me." She leans forward to do it herself, but Lauren has quick reflexes and she easily avoids Camila's attack with obvious humor on her face.
Lauren smiles, or maybe half smiles and half smirks, Camila really isn't sure how to explain it. What's she's sure of is that with that kind of sexy ass face Lauren has, she's bound to give everything Lauren asks of her.
And when Lauren's mouth lowers down to her neck, while her hands slowly familiarize themselves with Camila's body -- this time, a full-on groping and not those teasing grazes -- and Camila could feel Lauren's smile on her skin.
"I meant kiss you..." Lauren whispers under her ear as her hand goes down her stomach, touching her through the fabric of Camila's clothes, and still lower until her hand settles itself in between Camila's legs. "...here."
Camila visibly shivers, eyes darkening as if on cue, then nods. Whatever is happening in her body right now, she likes it.
Lauren's smile widens. "Good girl."
She kisses Camila's lips tenderly before falling down on her knees, loving the way Camila releases a loud shaky breath when her hands grip her thighs, and smirking when Camila gasps in surprise as Lauren pushes the chair against the study table and reaches under the chair to lock it.
Slow strokes on her exposed thighs, little whimpers of impatience from Camila, more slow caresses up and down her legs.
Lauren lowers her head to place tiny kisses on Camila's knees. Camila finds that so incredibly sweet and touching, even sexier than a kiss on the mouth, and she melts when Lauren's lips move upwards, leaving a trail of soft kisses and hot breath from her knees to her inner thighs.
She squeaks when Lauren lifts up her skirt a tiny fraction, still kissing her skin as she goes along and at this point she's been squirming in her seat and gripping the arm rests so hard it's a surprise she hasn't broken her chair yet.
Another inch of her skirt lifts, and Lauren spreads her legs apart, her thumbs getting closer and closer to Camila's panties. She's both dreading it and anticipating it at the same time.
When Lauren finally catches a glimpse of Camila's pink boyshorts, she leans down and gives a tentative swipe of her tongue on Camila's inner thigh, and since she's a possessive bitch she can't help but bite on that exposed tan skin and suck hard. Because fuck Prawn if he couldn't properly take care of his girl, then Lauren would gladly do it -- hopefully he sees this, because she's petty like that.
She looks up to check for Camila's reaction, but she seems far too gone to care. That, or she hasn't even noticed that Lauren has left a hickey. Maybe Lauren can get away with another one? Probably somewhere higher.
It's not like Prawn is gonna see it anyway, considering how much he's not spending his time here. Camila could always borrow her quality concealer if she wants to hide it.
She licks over the newly-formed bruise, bright red and shiny, and Lauren couldn't take it anymore so she lifts Camila's skirt up fully exposing her pink boyshorts with that the cute little red bow on the band. Leave it to Camila to be this cute and sexy at the same time.
And it does things to Lauren, really. So many things that in just one second it feels like there's a giant sex-crazed cloud taking over her brain and all she wants to do now is to possess. There's no turning back, she knows it, and she hopes Camila knows it, too. And without any warning, she dips her head and basically plants half her face in between Camila's legs.
She places a soft kiss through the thin fabric of her panties, inhales her scent -- such sweetness and innocence make her delirious with desire. She loves that she feels the pressing of Camila's thighs against her ears, there's something so needy in that act that excites her.
Lauren briefly looks up to see Camila's flustered face, her eyes closed, her lips being mauled by her teeth, her hands still gripping the arm rests, and her hips lightly grinding against Lauren -- as if she's still trying to contain herself and hoping that her movements go unnoticed.
When Lauren presses her mouth where Camila's clit is supposed to be and lightly nips at it, Camila almost levitates as she arches her back, and she reaches behind her to blindly grope at anything, really, knocking her container of pens off her desk, and she's about to grab something else because shit she's so ready for this.
"What the fuck! Not Camren's tank!" Lauren shouts in panic.
"Oops, sorry." Camila says sheepishly.
Lauren looks at Camren, satisfied that it's unharmed (but is surely giving them the side-eye, with a little flaring of its fins), and then she stares at Camila who seems a little embarrassed.
Then they giggle. For a few minutes they just giggle and giggle at the goofiness of the situation, not even realizing how much they needed to release the tension and nervousness.
Once the humor subsides, Camila suddenly frowns as she glances at the door.
Then Lauren frowns too.
Fuck no.
Then Camila stands up and walks (or wobble, since her legs feel like mush and her deprived lady bits is throbbing like mad) towards the door, and Lauren can't believe that Camila's gonna fucking leave her with imaginary blue balls again, and so she quickly stands up and follows Camila because damn it she's not a fucking saint and she's tired of Camila's wishy-washy shit, and she just wants to eat her pussy dammit is that too much to ask?!
Lauren grabs Camila's hand just when Camila manages to grab the door knob, and Lauren spins her around and pushes her against the door.
"Ow! Lauren, what the hell are you doing?" Camila gasps as she feels Lauren's hand on her waist, and the other one pinning her hand against the door. Not above her head, thank god, because that's just too damn cheesy.
"Are you seriously gonna leave me just like that?" Lauren stares hard at Camila's widened eyes.
"What? I was gonna lock the door, doofus! Do you want Dinah to walk in on us?"
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh!" Camila rolls her eyes.
"I'm sorry I pushed you against the door." Lauren says.
"It's okay..." Camila grabs Lauren's face and kisses her. "I thought it was really hot."
God, that low raspy chuckling is seriously gonna be the death of Camila. She feels like her ovaries are twerking and singing Hallelujah, while her Fallopian tubes are blaring trumpets like the queen has arrived, and all her egg cells are rejuvenated and ready to be fertilized by Lauren's non-existent sperm.
Lauren leans forward, her hands now both on Camila's waist, rubbing her sides up and down, her hands occasionally sliding down Camila's backside, and her lips leaving small kisses on Camila's collarbone and shoulders.
"Ready to experience real orgasms?" Lauren smirks.
"Don't be too cocky, Lauren. I'm a tough one to please." Well, okay, but is that something to be proud of?
Camila almost falls apart when she feels Lauren slowly lick her from the base of her throat up to her chin, then placing open-mouthed kisses all the way to her parted lips, her tongue quickly slipping inside Camila's mouth, and damn if that's how she's gonna kiss her lovely lady bits then Lauren can have Camila's soul for eternity.
"I bet I can make you come with just my tongue." Lauren whispers against Camila's mouth.
"Don't be too arrogant, Lauren. I doubt it." Her voice is shaky, she's pretending to not be that bothered, but in reality, oh god her body has been ready since two weeks ago.
"Poor little thing. Never had her pussy properly eaten out." Lauren shakes her head dramatically, which earns her a light smack on the side of her head.
"Stop playing around." Camila pouts.
"Say that you believe me." Lauren counters.
"Show me first, then I'll believe you."
"No, let's make a bet. I bet you a hundred bucks I can make you come with just my mouth, I don't even need to use my fingers."
Lauren knows that Scrawn could never ever, even with his one tiny dick, two hands, a tongue, and Camila's g-spot location turned on, make Camila come like she can. It's just not possible.
"I bet you three hundred bucks you couldn't." Camila scoffs.
"Deal." Lauren grins.
Camila bites her tongue because her tongue has a way of getting her in trouble. Like now, for example, because damn she just realizes that she doesn't have three hundred bucks to show.
"I was just kidding! Maybe twenty bucks?"
"No. A deal is a deal."
What the hell is she thinking? Fuck, now she needs to do her best not to come. It's not that hard, considering how much Camila's hasn't come these past few weeks even with a throbbing dick inside her, so it's hard to believe that Lauren's little tongue could give her her missing orgasms back. Like, seriously, what can a tongue do, really?
She's so gonna win this bet.
"Get ready to lose."
"Oh, I think I'm gonna win either way." Lauren chuckles.
All of Camila's thoughts fly out the window when Lauren's hands inch their way under her shirt; warm palms on her stomach, playful lips nipping at the side of her neck, and then she can feel Lauren's hands moving upwards, dragging her shirt up as Lauren's mouth slides down.
"May I remove your shirt?"
Camila gulps nervously. "No."
"Why not?" It's a genuine, non-judging question because Lauren's about to dine at the Y, you know, take a dive at the muff pond, do some pokey pokey in her coochie coochie, and suddenly Camila's hesitant to show some boobage? She's a little confused.
Camila doesn't wanna admit that she's afraid what Lauren will say if she sees her small breasts. That despite claiming how much Lauren likes her the way she is, maybe she'll change her mind and think she's not attracted to her, after all. So she just shakes her head and refuses to look at Lauren.
But Lauren doesn't push further, it's not like she can't make Camila come with her shirt on. She could be wrapped in a blanket and Lauren could still have her screaming her name for the entire dormitory to hear.
"It's okay, babe." Lauren kisses Camila's forehead. "You don't have to do anything you're not comfortable with."
Yet, Lauren's hands stay inside Camila's shirt (and she hears no complaint), edging her sides and her upper abdomen, her fingers inching mischievously towards Camila's breasts but never really doing anything. It's like she's waiting for Camila to tell her that she could touch them, and teasing her into submission.
Of course, Camila gives in soon enough. With a slight nod of her head and a not-so-subtle grabbing of Lauren's face towards her chest, both of them already knows who's gonna win this silly bet.
Lauren, aware of Camila's insecurity about her boobs, settles for kisses through Camila's shirt. Her mouth sucking on her nipples, alternately, through the thin fabric, making Camila feel so deprived and so bombarded with sensations, at the same time.
As she kisses her all over through her shirt, Lauren's hands are thankfully more intimate with Camila. Her thumbs are tracing circles around her breasts, skillfully avoiding her nipples -- already hardened and over sensitive. Camila, feeling the contrast of Lauren's warm hands and the cold hint of steel which comes from Lauren's thumb rings, leans back, her head thumping against the door, because this is an entirely new sensation to her.
Nobody has ever spent that much time on her breasts (and by nobody she means Shawn, since he's the only one she's had sex with), and she feels like she's in heaven.
It's a mix of Lauren's warm mouth obstructed by her shirt which makes Camila want more, and her hands fondling, groping, pinching that overloads Camila's senses. It's a curious case of alternating sensations which sets Camila on fire.
"Tell me what you want." Lauren asks.
"I don't know..." Just you doing what you want to do to me.
"Tell me." Lauren, for like the third time today, finds herself kneeling in front of Camila again. Ready to worship her, ready to fulfill her own fantasies.
She kisses Camila's stomach, her lips playfully nipping at the waist band of Camila's skirt, and her hands are thoroughly exploring Camila's ass. Damn that ass. Lauren's about to have a full-course meal, and she's gonna enjoy every last bit of it.
She turns her around, so Camila is now facing the door, both her palms firmly planted against it, while Lauren is busy staring at her ass which is sticking out provocatively in front of Lauren's face. When she lifts her skirt up, Lauren giggles when she sees You Can't Touch This in bold, red letters with yellow polka dots, and two words per butt cheek. It's hilarious, because here she is, definitely touching it.
Camila moans when Lauren lightly bites each cheek, taking note that Camila might like it a little rough. But Lauren controls herself; now is not the time to push things further. So after a little indulgent groping, she pecks at her butt before turning her around again.
"Tell me, Camila...." Lauren says once she's facing her (or face-to-skirt that is), kissing her belly button, eliciting a breathy giggle when she sticks her tongue out into it.
"Go down... yes, Lauren, lower. No, what the fuck, my knees don't need licking!"
She swears she could hear Lauren snickering.
"Then tell me what to do. I wanna hear it. Go down where?" Lauren insists. "Your toes? Your pussy? Do you wanna fuck my face?"
"You're so crude." Camila scoffs. Deep inside, she likes it. A lot. "Okay, please go down on me."
"Some labial titillation? Some lingual stimulation?"
Camila frowns and looks down to see Lauren full-on grinning goofily. Damn, she's fucking teasing her and not in a good way. She's so close to pulling Lauren's hair and slamming her pussy against her face -- maybe that will wipe the stupid grin off her face.
"Lauren, for the love of -- oh!" Camila squeals when she feels her boyshorts being tugged roughly down her legs, and Lauren doesn't even ask her to lift her leg as she removes the clothing, she just does it for her without preamble, and oh okay wow she's actually there, like, really there, and oh fuck that's her tongue, like oh my god how can one tiny tongue send tingles to every inch of her body!?
"I like the way you taste." Lauren's voice is even raspier now because it's a little muffled. Another long slow lick, liking how Camila's wet lips easily part as her tongue slides through it. "It's so you." She licks again, this time, hungrier, faster, more kittenish licks that sends Camila's knees buckling. "Addictive, I mean."
Lauren almost forgets about the bet, as her hands automatically slides down because she wants to spread Camila's pussy with her fingers as her tongue licks her every essence, but she stops herself just when her thumb is about to rub little circles on Camila's clit. Instead, she lets her hands settle on her butt, and it's a good thing because Camila seems to like her playing with it. Lauren thinks Camila is really proud of her asset, and she should be. The things she would like to do to that piece of art, god.
Camila leans back, breathing heavily because Lauren's tongue lightly dip into her opening, and she wants to scream more, but Lauren already withdraws her stupid tongue and goes back to giving her teasing licks. Camila puts her weight against the door, because her entire body feels like it's about to float, but she squeals in pain when the door knob digs harshly against her flank area.
But she forgets all about the throbbing pain on her side when Lauren's tongue curls against her already sensitive clit, sucking it in, the sound of Lauren's ministrations echoes loudly inside the room, a mix of moans and slurping and wet licking and Lauren telling her how delicious she tastes, and how much she's gonna make her feel good over and over, and Camila thinks it's the most beautiful melody she has ever heard in her entire life. Okay, maybe second only to the theme song of Bananas in Pyjamas, because that shit is fire.
Camila feels Lauren's warm mouth doing wonders to that tiny magical pleasure button of hers -- hitherto undervalued and underused, which Camila is realizing now is such a shame -- and she might have sang hymns to the lord when Lauren grabs Camila's leg and swings it across her shoulder, her silky hands caressing her leg while her face is buried in between her legs.
Camila couldn't help but fall in love with those amazing green eyes (just her eyes though! She wants to be clear about that!) whenever Lauren makes eye contact with her -- it's like the most intimate moment to share, Camila realizes when a lover eats her pussy (properly and real good) and she never forgets to look at her like she's the most beautiful creature in the universe; and vice-versa when Camila looks down to watch half of Lauren's face buried in her most private part of her body, loving the way Lauren resurfaces every now and then, her entire mouth and chin glistening, just so she could give her a sweet smile and tell Camila how much she's enjoying eating her out, and thank her for letting her.
Like damn it if that isn't the sweetest thing to do ever.
Now she wants to ride that beautiful sexy face, and come all over her mouth. She wants to own it, just like Lauren is owning her pussy this very moment.
Camila wants to grab Lauren's hair and pull her closer, she wants to put her hands in every bit of that milky white skin she can reach, but she doesn't wanna be too forward.
So, she grips the door knob with her one hand, fearing it might break off by how much pressure she's putting into it, and her other hand decides to snake inside her own shirt and play with her sensitive nipples.
She's so fucking aroused and yet she wants more. She has never wanted more before. She usually just takes what she's served, never feeling like she could get more and crave more, and she's usually content with that.
Now? God fucking dammit she wants more. How greedy has she become?
This is so different. This is soft, yet intensely needy at the same time; gentle, yet pressing; Lauren's mouth feels all over the place, and yet the pleasure is felt in one particular spot. It's a magical feeling, it's out of this world, it's mind-blowing, an experience which Camila never thought was possible. Just because of her mouth? Damn.
Camila feels like Lauren is worshipping her; like a religious fanatic in front of her deity spilling all her confessions and desires, asking for forgiveness, and offering everything she has to earn her respect; a kind of worshipping that's so impassioned and frenetic one moment, then calm and sweet the next. Lauren is giving her the best kind of experience she has never felt before, and she's so close to sacrificing everything she has ever deemed important in her life just to have this piece of heaven forever.
How short-changed she has previously been. All this time she's been led to believe that sex is just okay, that blow jobs are more necessary than eating pussy, that no one can make her forget her name. Lauren can call her Canola until the day she dies and she wouldn't care. Hell she'll even put it on her resume. She'll rename herself Canola Oil, because she has officially forgotten her name.
Lauren makes her feel free. She makes her feel like a new person.
And soon enough she forgets all her hesitations and insecurities, she stops overthinking (a big mistake because she has now totally forgotten about the bet, and she's definitely about to lose), and she just fully embraces that side of her which she never knew existed until she met Lauren.
And so she tells Lauren exactly what she wants, and okay so she might have overdone it (she thinks) when she grabs a fistful of Lauren's hair and steadies her head where she wants her to be. And it's the most incredible feeling. Ever.
Camila has been reborn and baptized by Lauren's tongue. Damn, what the fuck corny ass shit is she saying, she's totally losing her mind.
At some point, Lauren stops moving her head, sticks out her tongue, as if she's waiting for that honey to drip into her waiting mouth, and let Camila maneuver her hips the way she wants it to.
In short, she allows Camila to have her wish to fuck Lauren's face and boy does she adore the way Camila is marking her all over.
And when Camila starts to feel that delicious tightening in her core, that feeling of near-bliss engulfing her entire senses, little shivers running up and down her spine, she feels like she has lost control of her own body and all she could say over and over again is Lauren's name. Lauren's name which sounds so sinful in her mouth, yet absolutely essential and cleansing; it feels like a prayer she's chanting over and over, like the name of a goddess who would grant her salvation.
Lauren.
Her leg, which is still slung over Lauren's shoulder is now digging so hard against her back she's surprised she hasn't heard any complaints yet. She believes it's only Lauren's hands on her hips that's keeping her standing, tethering her to the physical world, because she swears she couldn't feel anything else other than the fact that she's about to explode then melt into a puddle of desire and longing.
And when this much-needed release erupts inside her, sending shockwaves of pleasure from her core to her limbs, blinding her momentarily as her eyes are glued shut, bright spots behind her lids, while she tries to relish the delicious prickling of satisfaction creeping on every pore of her skin, she can't help but muse over the fact that this feeling is equally familiar and unfamiliar.
Familiar, because she has had her orgasms before; yet, unfamiliar, because the intensity of this all is of a different magnitude. It's huge, it's new, it's amazingly soul-snatching, and she feels bad for anyone who has never experienced this yet.
Lauren has never even used her fingers yet, as her hands have remained alternately on Camila's hips, ass, and thighs.
And when she sees Lauren finally lifting her head up to meet her gaze, her lazy grin with her shimmering eyes and half her face shiny with Camila's release, everything feels safe and normal. It's a momentary connection shared between the two of them in which no words are needed, only that feeling of comfort and gratitude, of friendship, and of unspoken feelings digging deeper within their hearts -- but neither of them speaks about it.
Because guilt has crept back into the forefront of Camila's mind, and Lauren is aware of it.
Guilt, because she has now realized the fallacy of her initial belief that if she gives in to Lauren once, her abnormal attraction to her will magically fade away. Satisfying a curiosity would lose its novelty and appeal. How wrong is she? Not only has she opened her very own Pandora's box, but she has found out that this experiment has not lessened her attraction to Lauren in any freaking way.
Before she can say anything, Lauren gently releases Camila's leg (but not before placing a soft kiss into Camila's still-drenched pussy, causing tiny shivers reverberating inside of her) and stands up (in an adorably shaky way because she's been kneeling for a long time) and kisses Camila's forehead after she quickly wipes her mouth with the back of her hand -- a gesture so tender and sweet that melts Camila's heart.
She forgets everything she wants to say.
Lauren helps her to the bed (doesn't matter whose bed it was), and for what felt like an eternity they stare at each other, both wondering what the other is thinking about exactly.
Camila reaches out and gently swipes her thumb over Lauren's still slightly glistening mouth and chin, and she leans forward to peck on her lips. It's a gentle, non-sexual kiss which only lasts for maybe five seconds, but it conveys everything that Camila couldn't say.
Lauren speaks up first, because she's been ready for this; all the anticipated guilt and the apologies and the excuses and the walking out -- she has expected every last bit of it, and it's surprising to find out that it's not as hurtful as she thought it's gonna be. Her walls must be working.
"You're wondering now why you're still here, why you can't muster up the energy to stand up or slap me or just leave. I see it in your face -- your guilt is eating you up..."
Camila stares at her with wide guilty eyes, not saying a word, which in effect means she's not denying anything Lauren has said.
Lauren holds her hand, interlacing her fingers with Camila's callused ones. She likes it, though. The roughness of her fingers due to her constant guitar-playing, it only shows Lauren how passionate Camila could be, and that she's doing something meaningful to express herself. It's something Lauren craves for, to lose herself in something she loves doing.
"Your mind tells you to leave, that this is wrong... But your body tells you otherwise... You're excited aren't you? You haven't felt this way before." Lauren tries to hide her smile when Camila nods her head.
So she continues.
"Guilt has a certain appeal to people, Camz, because guilt is a product of our "sins"... And you know the first bite of the apple is always the most enticing. You just have to taste it."
"I did." Camila says in a whisper. "And now I want more."
Lauren smirks.
"Yeah, well, let's talk about that bet..."
A/N: (important A/N below)
‼️🐟 Guys, Camren the fish (not the ship) has a Twitter account!!
➡️ @ CamrenTheFish
All his tweets will be canon, and he might spill some secrets every now and then (that you won't see in the chapters)... Idk, who knows what that fish thinks. All I know is that follow him if you wanna read about his random thoughts and observations. Coz there won't be any Camren the fish chapters anymore.
But first, please don't forget to vote/comment. Feedback is appreciated, but please try to be considerate and not be insensitive with your words. Words could trigger me even if you think you're only joking or trying to be a smart-ass, because I've been having terrible anxiety attacks and mood swings these past several months so I'm asking you to be nice. If you can't be nice, then just don't say anything or don't read. No one's forcing you to read my story, anyway. Thank you for understanding. 😘
If there are inconsistencies or errors (grammatical or plot), I apologize. My mind is still a mess.
And sorry I couldn't write super explicit smut, I'm not comfortable writing it in this situation (or probably in every situation 😂). In this chapter, I wanted to focus on them discovering their feelings about sex with each other (particularly Camila's sexual awakening -- even if it's just oral sex), the reactions, the thoughts, the realizations.
And yes I purposely added some silly words/thoughts in the mix. Idk, me irl always think of random stuff while doing it lol. Maybe I'm just really weird and I'm projecting my weirdness to my characters, but my point is, deal with it. Lol. I'm writing them as not always sexy. But rather goofy and sexy. Like I said, I'm not comfortable with pure sex. I guess a little comedy or cringe is my comfort zone.
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I probably won't update for a while (or maybe I'll update my other fics idk). I'm mentally and emotionally drained (partly due to insensitive people here who think I owe them shit and complain about everything -- like sis I write for free. You guys aren't paying me), and I need some time to recharge. I won't be gone for too long, though (hopefully), so don't miss me too much lol.
‼️ IMPT: I know some of you don't like long ANs, but you need to read this if you want insight about the characters and the situation. And please don't skip. I don't want people asking why why why in the next chapters when it's all here).
📌📌 I know how it looks like: after all these chapters, the character developments, the quest for self-awareness, the struggles of trying to make the right decisions -- things needed for both of them to grow so it would feel right once they do decide to be together, and now this? The ultimate wrong move, the seemingly out-of-character decision to give in to an act that both of them knew to be wrong. That everything I wrote so far seemed to be preparing you guys for that fairy tale ending, the sweet and romantic and wholesome coming together.
But I'm not writing perfectly moral characters. That's not my purpose at all. I'm writing people who make wrong decisions, a mirror to real life (if you look around you) where people give in to their desires and still not leave people they're hurting simply because they're selfish or afraid.
What I'm trying to say is that, sometimes, in love or lust, some people tend to not be logical. To forget about their morals or what they were taught is right because they're too into their feelings. The drive to satisfy desire and emotional or physical hunger more than to abide by their moral obligations.
In this story, I'm not aiming to write the perfect romance or righteous characters. I just want to show you a glimpse of this side of human nature. Of people's struggles to make decisions on a daily basis, whether to be the best they can be, or feel the best they could at that moment.
If you're against cheating, I strongly advise you to please stop reading. Don't complain about it after this chapter because I have warned you, and I did tag this story as a cheating fic since I published the first chapter (hence, the title "Three Is A Crowd").
I'm not claiming this is what everybody feel or think when they cheat (among other stuff), I'm saying this is what I have observed in people around me (could be a personal experience, who knows 😂) and boy I can assure you I've been a witness to all forms of cheating (emotional, physical, male or female) and they all have their own reasons/justifications for doing such things WHILE staying with their BF/GF or spouses.
Cheating is everywhere, even the best people could succumb to that act. And it may seem implausible to you that Camila suddenly does the opposite of her character (it's not sudden if only you paid attention), but, well, life is unpredictable, and people most definitely are.
If you're annoyed or unimpressed with this kind of plot, I suggest you just leave because I have no tolerance anymore for complaints or whining. I'm all for discussions, but close-minded negative opinions aren't welcome. I'm not forcing you to stay, so if you have nothing good to say, please just kindly leave quietly. Thank you.
📌📌 the not wanting to remove shirt is kinda based from real experience
📌📌 I think I need to point out that this is them giving in to their sexual attraction, plain and simple. They're not thinking of love (debatable), no it's not right, but it's human.
It happens sometimes, when two people are thrown in together for long periods of time, and considering the chemistry they have (both positive and negative), and considering Camila's most recent "awakening" and her slow but sure weakening of her willpower (or denial) when it comes to Lauren, something is bound to happen. You'll see more of what goes on in Camila's mind in the future chapters.
📌📌 if anybody found the entire scene weird (the bet or their playfulness), please be reminded that their entire friendship/relationship was founded on banter/bickering. It's their comfort zone, and sometimes when they push each other or purposely find ways to be weird or to overstep boundaries it's because it's their weird way to either show fondness or crave for connection and attention, or to calm themselves when they feel nervous (around each other or in a situation) or when things are getting too serious.
Just like the way Camila is forward one minute, then becomes shy the next, or when Lauren is cold and walled up sometimes, and then really warm and very thoughtful the other times (or when she uses "Camz" during her most unguarded moments, and back to "Camila" when she feels more in charge of the situation). They have this forever shifting dynamics and their stable ground is their bantering. It's where they meet halfway. It's easier to make light of everything, than for them to face their emotions or their reality. Both coping and defense mechanism.
📌📌 to anyone confused about Lauren or Camila's "sudden" (it's not fucking sudden -- I've been setting this up the entire time) change of behavior or thinking, just read before you complain. I'll try to break it down in the next few chapters. Or maybe in the A/Ns.
Point is, don't forget that human beings are complex and complicated and are capable of abandoning their morals (or what they vowed not to do) in a certain situation. I've found myself in such character-altering situations quite a few times, and it's what I want to show in this story. That people aren't cardboard cut outs, and they sure as hell can change (sometimes not always for the better). I'll be tackling more about their dualities in the future chapters so please just be patient.
📌📌 lastly, shout outs to the "better late than never" group who gave my previous chapters some nice big votes! Thank you!
And more people who nominated me in that fanfiction awards. You guys motivate me, I love you!
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