Consequences (Normila)

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This was an utterly bad idea. It truly was. However, that hadn't stopped either of them. They both knew they shouldn't be doing this. Nothing about this was okay. And yet, when Camila's lips were on her neck, and when Camila's hands touched her skin, Normani Kordei Hamilton would mentally damn the consequences. Because nothing could compare to the feeling of Camila Cabello worshipping her body as if she were a Goddess.

Normani let out a breathless moan as she reached her climax, her back arching from off of the bed and her nails digging into the skin of Camila's shoulders, the younger girl's head placed perfectly between her thighs as if she had meant to be there.

As Normani had come down from her high, she could feel Camila's body slipping from between her legs. Trying to catch her breath, Normani slowly sat up, grabbing her blanket to pull it over herself as she watched Camila rise from the bed to grab her jeans from Normani's bedroom floor, preparing to redress after their five hour activity.

"You can stay the night," Normani spoke softly as she watched Camila sit on the edge of the bed to pull her jeans on.

"You know I can't," had been Camila's response.

And even though her words rang true, Normani still hated to hear them. Camila could never spend the night. And not because Normani's parents hated her, or anything of the sort. In actuality, Normani's parents were never really around. Always off on some business trip, or another. More often than not, Normani had the house to herself. Which made it easy to have these kinds of adventures with Camila.

No, the sole reason that Camila couldn't spend longer than a few hours with Normani, had been because Normani had a boyfriend.

They were the on again, off again type. Breaking up, then getting back together a few weeks later. It was toxic, to say the least. However, it was expected of Normani. It was expected of her to be with him, because she had been Captain of the Cheerleading and Dance Teams, and he was Captain of the basketball team, and they were popular. And when you were popular, you never had the freedom to be yourself, or even be with a person you wanted to be with.

Camila Cabello was popular as well, but not popular in the same sense as Normani. Camila had been popular because of her reputation. Camila hung around with the wrong crowd, she smoked weed, she got drunk, she raced, she played guitar, and most of all, Camila had slept with countless girls. Her reputation as a player preceded her. Most girls at St. Adams High School wanted her, and most of the guys wanted to be her.

She was everything Normani was told to stay away from. For a long time, they were enemies. On opposite sides of the popularity line. Camila couldn't stand Normani because she had thought Normani was stuck-up and a bit of a prude. Normani couldn't stand Camila because she was arrogant and a major bitch. And yet, somehow someway, they both ended up being one another's dirty little secret.

It had all started after Normani and Arin's bi-monthly break up. The pair of them had gotten into a rather heated argument, and Normani had decided to go along with her best friend, Dinah, to a college house party to get her mind off of it. Dinah had told her that the best way to get over someone was to get under someone new, and that was exactly what Normani had intended to do that night.

However, she had never expected the 'someone new' in question would be the infamous, Camila Cabello. At first, Normani had tried to just blame it on the alcohol. But she knew better. Camila had always intrigued her, she had always made a zoo run rampant in her stomach, Camila had always made her feel things that she had never felt before. Even when the pair of them would argue, Normani would constantly feel a heat pool between her legs, and her heart pound erratically against her chest. Camila made Normani feel. So the excuse that it had been the alcohol that caused Normani to end up pinned against the bathroom door, Camila's hand between her legs, and her hot breath against her neck, was definitely a moot point.