Third period was study hall, in the library.
Camila lounged at the end of one of the tables, tilted back in her chair with her feet up. Her classmates were mostly studying at the row of tables, some talking quietly, but Camila had a notebook open in her lap, idly sketching whatever came to mind. None of the Skanks were here, which meant there was nobody worth talking to.
"Camila Cabello!" came a harsh whisper from her left. Camila turned to see the head librarian giving her a death glare. "Get your feet off that table!"
"Sorry," Camila muttered. She dropped her feet, her heavy boots loudly landing on the floor. The librarian huffed and stepped back into the stacks, out of sight. "Not sorry," Camila corrected softly. She promptly placed her feet back on the table, tilting back in her chair again. It's not like her boots were caked with mud, what was the big deal?
She flipped the page and started sketching an idyllic landscape, throwing some mountains in the background. It's like her mind wanted to make exceedingly clear that this place was nowhere near Miami. Her thoughts wandered while she worked, and she jumped when a second voice, directly behind her, interrupted her. Jesus. Weren't libraries supposed to be peaceful places?
"Hey, is that Dinah?"
"Does it fucking matter?" Camila snapped. She turned around to see Shawn Mendes and sighed. Some people she just couldn't bring herself to be a bitch to. They were just actually good people. Assholes. "Sorry, Shawn."
He shrugged. "Sorry I scared you. Anyway, it's good. Maybe the brown hair is giving you awesome new skills."
Camila chuckled, running a hand through it. "Yeah. Maybe."
He grinned at her and left. Camila stared at the page. The right half of the sheet bore a close-up of Dinah's face, thick hair windswept across her features. The girl was soaking into Camila's very being. It was somehow unsettling and comforting at once, like she'd always been there and Camila was just noticing her.
Speaking of noticing, Camila's eyes caught a flash of green and black through the stacks. She peered to the side and saw Dinah speaking to the librarian. She dropped her feet again, quietly, and leaned over in her chair. The librarian nodded at something Dinah said. Dinah turned to see her. She raised her brow at Camila, smiling at her with her bottom lip between her teeth. A small jerk of her head towards the back of the library told Camila all she needed to know.
Camila stuffed her journal in her backpack and slung the bag over her shoulder. She stepped off into the stacks, taking a slow, roundabout route to the stock room. Barely a few steps later she had to adjust her dick, which was getting so hard so fast it left her lightheaded. She shoved her hand down her pleather pants and pulled her shaft up past the waistband, sighing in relief as it was freed to pulse its way to full hardness. She covered it with her shirt because as much as she hated this school, getting expelled for indecent exposure would make for a major headache.
She used to hide her penis, used to live in constant terror of its discovery, but once she joined the Skanks there wasn't really a reason to anymore. She'd never forget the first time she wore those tight shorts and halter top, strolling down the halls of Miami High with nothing to hide. She'd had Dinah jerk her off in the bathroom a bit, because if she was coming out as a girl with a dick she wanted to come out in full force. The shape of her ten-inch erection, thick to match, pressed tight to the seam of her thigh drew the gaze of every student in the halls. And she owned it. The shock phase lasted through lunch, and for the rest of the day all the glances at her crotch were hunger from girls and jealousy from guys. She quickly got used to both.
The library's musty stock room was where returns and new books were processed. It had a bench, lots of books, a couple computers, no windows...and a door that locked. It was much roomier than janitor's closets or bathroom stalls. As good as it got as far as hookup spots went. Dinah was on good terms with the head librarian, so it was usually pretty easy to explain that she needed to find a book she'd just returned because she'd left a page of notes in it or something. Just like that, they had the room to themselves.
Camila ducked inside and quietly locked the door. Dinah was waiting for her. The blonde wore a black waist corset under a flimsy crop top and a sinfully short skirt with fishnet stockings. Camila was pretty sure she could see Dinah's nipple rings poking against the fabric. It was hot as hell. Her girlfriend smirked at her, twirling her hair in her fingers. "What took you so long?"
"Why'd you ask?" Camila shot back with a grin. She dropped her bag on the bench. "Desperate for dick?"
Dinah gave her a sultry smile. "You know I'm a needy bitch, baby." She stepped toward Camila and kissed her, mouth hot and lips soft. Dinah pressed Camila's back to the door, pressed their bodies together tight. "I have my big butt plug in," she whispered against Camila's mouth. "I'm horny as fuck, Camila. All I could think about in class was how good it feels when it's your cock stretching out my ass instead."
Camila hissed through her teeth, her dick twitching. Hard to believe this girl was ever the prudish choir club diva. Dinah had given Camila her virginity at the start of her transformation and her sex drive had been off the charts ever since. It was all Camila could do to keep up.
"Yeah? What if I want your pussy first?" Camila pressed a kiss to her lips as she let her hands slide down Dinah's body. She lifted Dinah's shirt and the blonde raised her arms.
"Don't be difficult," Dinah said, making a face as Camila tossed her shirt aside. Camila couldn't resist cupping Dinah's small breasts, thumbs toying with her nipple rings. Dinah shivered, biting her lip and letting her eyes slip shut. She was so sensitive there.
"Fuck, baby," Camila husked. "I'm so fucking hard. You got lube?"
Dinah nodded, taking a deep breath. "Backpack."
Camila pushed Dinah toward the bench, positioning her so she was bent over with her back arched, ass out. Camila yanked her skirt down to her knees, then her panties. Dinah moaned softly, wiggling her bare ass as Camila palmed and squeezed her soft cheeks. Camila pulled them apart, licking her lips at how wet Dinah's pussy was. The bejeweled plug in Dinah's asshole twitched as the blonde clenched and relaxed. "Such a sexy ass," Camila sighed. "Goddamn." She took the plug in two fingers and pulled lightly. "Gonna fuck it so hard. You want that, baby? You want my thick cock in your tight little asshole?"
"Please," Dinah whimpered. Camila grinned and eased the plug out, leaving Dinah's asshole gaping slightly until she clenched it tight. Dinah called it her big plug, but the tear-shaped toy was nothing compared to her dick. Dinah grabbed the small bottle of lube from her backpack and handed it to Camila over her shoulder. Camila pushed her own pants down to her ankles, her dick swaying free. She carefully drizzled a line of lube down her cock, then placed a thick drop at Dinah's fluttering hole. "Get ready," Camila said.
The muscles in Dinah's back tensed above her corset, but her asshole visibly relaxed, unclenching to accept Camila's thick meat. Camila set the blunt head of her cock at Dinah's anus and pushed. Her dick made it halfway into Dinah's hole, twitching as Dinah moaned. "Oh, shit, fuck yes," Dinah breathed. "Fuck, yes, Camila. Fuck me."
Camila set her hands at Dinah's hips and drew back, then thrust against the tightness, slowly working more and more of her dick into Dinah. She kept making long strokes, then finally exerted herself until she was in to the root, all ten inches buried inside Dinah's ass, her balls pressed against the slick folds of Dinah's warm pussy. "So goddamn tight," she murmured, slowly pulling out and pushing back in. "Feel good, baby?"
"Amazing," Dinah whispered, voice unsteady. "God I love your dick. Fills me up so good."
Camila chuckled. She pulled out to the head and yanked Dinah's cheeks apart, watching her asshole give and stretch as she slowly fucked back into her. She warmed her up a bit more, slow and steady thrusts, but the pace was killing her. "Such a good little slut," Camila said, "taking all of my dick. Hold on to something, baby."
Dinah made a small noise of excitement and gripped the bench. Camila made a couple smooth thrusts, testing her tightness, and took off pounding her. Camila groaned at the rush of pleasure. Her heavy balls slapped against Dinah's empty pussy with every thrust. It wasn't long before Dinah was panting, fucking back against Camila as best she could. Dinah braced herself with one arm to tug at her nipple piercings. Camila chuckled and hooked her arm under Dinah's thigh, giving her ass rough, shallow thrusts while she pinched her clit. Dinah's body tightened. "Oh fuck," Dinah hissed. "Coming."
Camila rubbed her pussy while she came, moaning and sighing. "Good girl," she said softly. When Dinah was finished she sagged slightly, and Camila gave her a moment to recover, keeping her shaft buried.
Dinah looked over her shoulder. "Did you come yet?"
Camila looked down. "Is my dick not still in your ass?"
"But it's not moving," Dinah pointed out mischievously. She clenched her inner muscles around Camila's meat, swaying her ass back and forth. Camila shuddered at the sudden sensation. If Dinah wanted Camila to fuck her, she'd fuck her.
Camila grabbed a fistful of Dinah's gold hair, the other hand gripping the laces of her corset. She yanked Dinah up from the bench and started drilling her, slamming her dick into her ass, pulling her body forcefully back against her thrusts. Dinah squealed softly but chanted encouragement as Camila sped up, thrusting her thick cock madly into the slick-hot tightness of Dinah's asshole. Dinah let Camila hold her up, using both her hands to play with her own breasts. She pinched her nipples and pulled at her piercings until she came again, shuddering and clenching around Camila's thrusting cock.
"Gonna come," Camila grunted, fucking against the tightness of Dinah's ass. "Holy shit, DJ. You feel so good, fuck."
Camila's balls twitched and her orgasm burst in her core, sending thick streams of hot cum jetting from her cock to flood Dinah's ass. Camila pushed Dinah forward over the bench and arched over her, panting. She slammed her cock balls deep and fucked Dinah with shallow thrusts as she came, pushing each pulse of cum deep into Dinah's ass until she was emptied.
She stayed like that, her sensitive dick nestled deep in Dinah's anal cavity, until she caught her breath. She pulled out and Dinah immediately turned, dropping to her knees. Camila grinned. "You gonna clean me off?"
Dinah winked at her and took the base of her thick cock in her small hand. She lowered her head to lick at Camila's balls a bit, then ran the flat of her tongue up the length of her dick. She took the head in her mouth and sucked. Camila's hips rocked forward, and she hissed, burying her hands in Dinah's hair. "That's it, babe," she murmured. "You suck my dick so good. Dirty girl. Let me feel that throat..."
Dinah pushed more of Camila's cock into her mouth, tongue working and sliding around the shaft, until the sensitive head bumped against the back of her throat. Dinah arched her neck and swallowed around her cock, letting the head slip into her gullet. "Fuck," Camila swore. She couldn't help thrusting her hips. Dinah took a deep breath through her nose and pushed further and further down until finally her lips were at the base of Camila's cock, the head lodged halfway down her throat, her nose pressed to Camila's belly. Dinah swallowed rhythmically around her shaft, letting Camila fuck her face with shallow motions, balls slapping her chin. "Jesus," Camila grunted. Her dick was loving this. "I think I could come again. Seriously."
Dinah tapped her thigh and Camila pulled out, letting her catch her breath. After a moment Dinah opened her mouth wide and stuck out her tongue. Camila bit down hard on her lower lip as she slowly fed her dick back into Dinah's mouth. Dinah deepthroated her effortlessly, even managing to lick her balls with Camila's cock down her throat.
Camila's second orgasm bubbled up without warning. "Oh shit, coming," she blurted, pulling her ejaculating dick out of Dinah's mouth. "Show me that tongue, baby."
Dinah's eyes widened and she opened her mouth again, offering her tongue up for Camila's cum. Camila jacked herself off as she came, her shaft slick with Dinah's saliva, and sent a couple thick ropes of cum flying to land across Dinah's pink tongue, painting it with streaks of white. "Not very much," Camila observed. "Most of it's in your ass."
Dinah hummed, swallowed it with a smile, and licked her lips. "Yeah."
"So that was fun." Camila helped Dinah up off the floor. "Still so horny you can't think, or feel better?"
"Yeah, but now I want a nap," Dinah confessed.
"Aw." Camila kissed her lips, then the tip of her nose. "Maybe you can get one at lunch in the auditorium."
"Orrr you can fuck my pussy in the prop room." Dinah batted her lashes and gave Camila a megawatt smile as she dressed herself. "It's feeling neglected now."
Camila grinned as she pulled her pants back up and grabbed her backpack. "Only if I get to eat you out first."
"...I don't think you know how negotiations work, Camila."
"Yeah?" Camila cautiously opened the door and stepped out. "Find me a book on it."