The Harem

Chapter 12

When Camila gets home, it was already dinnertime. She was tired and hungry. Sex with her boss all afternoon took a lot of her energy but it was worth it. She was contemplating on whether to tell Lauren of her latest sexual conquest or not. She knows for sure she won't be telling Normani any of that because she is only getting used to sharing her with another woman. That concept is still pretty fragile for Normani.

Lauren is more open and understanding of her. So Camila is thinking about confessing her extra curricular activities to her. She wanted to be honest with her as best as she can. They always tell each other things, its always easy to talk to her about anything. Another reason why she cherishes her relationship with Lauren.

She enters her apartment at the scent of something really good cooking from the kitchen. The delicious smell makes her stomach growl. She heads to the kitchen after tossing her bag and phone on the living room couch. She finds both Normani and Lauren there, chatting it up, one was stirring something on the pot while the other was chopping something on the kitchen counter.

The sight makes Camila smile happily.

"Hello ladies," She watches them for a moment before calling their attention

"Hey baby!"

"Hey Camz,"

Normani and Lauren greet her at the same time. Normani stops chopping, runs to her for a tight hug and one needy kiss on the mouth. She kisses her back, with one quick squeeze on her ass. Camila was delightfully surprised to find Normani wasn't wearing anything underneath her thin and short cotton sundress.

"How was your day?" Normani asks after breaking their kiss, a little breathless.

"Good,"

Camila moves so she doesn't have to look Normani in the eye and feel a pinch of guilt. She plants a quick peck on her forehead before she steps around her. She goes to Lauren who hasn't stopped stirring the pot, or even looked at her.

"What's cooking?"

Camila wraps her arms around Lauren's waist, pressing her front on her back. She plants a small kiss on Lauren's neck, inhaling the subtle floral scent of her body wash. Her hair was up in a messy bun, Camila breathes her in as she sneaks her hand underneath her oversized band shirt. Not so surprised at all but still happy to find her bare boobs free of brassiere.

"Chicken curry. Abuelo's recipe. Normani is kind enough to help," Lauren tries to hold back her moan at Camila's wandering hands groping her tits. She grinds her ass against Camila's front, who growls lowly at the exciting friction of their bodies. "She is also making us a salad,"

"Hmmm. Delicious," Camila whispers on Lauren's ear before reluctantly letting go of Lauren's perfect handful of breasts, stepping back before she fully erects a tent in her pants. Leaving little goosebumps rise on Lauren's pale skin.

"It's almost ready. Lauren also made some flatbreads," Normani says as she finished chopping the fresh vegetable salad. She doesn't sound mad or anything. But she did roll her eyes when Camila went to Lauren after she kissed her. Neither Lauren or Camila noticed it.

"Alright. I'll just go get changed,"

Camila left Normani and Lauren in the kitchen who carried on with their little chat, talking about Ally's unhealthy obsession with crocs.

She passes by the living room, takes her stuff with her. She enters her bedroom, shakes her head at the string of Normani's underwears scattered in random surfaces. No wonder Lauren was pissed the first time around. Normani was messy and Lauren likes to keep things tidy.

She takes off her clothes, placing it in the laundry bin. She was on her way to her ensuite bathroom when her phone rings. She kind of hoped it was her boss, she thought they ought to have a conversation about their romp, but it wasn't.