Risky Business

Chapter Nine

Camila laid in bed on her side. Curled up behind her with an arm around her waist, was Chris, sound asleep. Camila, on the other hand, was wide awake. Her mind was racing, as it normally did when she sat still for more than a minute.

Chris's hold, which used to make her feel safe and comfortable, now made her feel uneasy. Instead of cherishing every moment with him, she spent the whole time wishing it was someone else.

The fact that she wished it was his sister made her feel even worse.

When this all started with Lauren, she thought she had it under control. The moment she told Lauren those two fateful words, she knew there was no going back.

What she thought she knew was that this wouldn't go farther than sex. Of course, she's seen the movies where it's never just sex but, in her mind, she thought she'd be different.

She's also aware that that exact thought is what the main character always thinks in the movies.

She chewed on her bottom lip, wondering how she got to this situation. What was the turning point from just sex to love.

Camila knew from before she even met Lauren that she was curious about her. She had never met someone who was intersex and she wanted to learn all about it, not in a sexual sense but in general.

Obviously, Lauren was attractive, Camila knew that, she had eyes. But Camila wasn't one to immediately feel a sexual pull to someone. Unfortunately for her, Lauren was just as attractive on the inside as the out. And that is when the sexual attraction began for Camila.

Along side this blossoming attraction, was unbelievable sexual frustration. Chris wasn't a bad lover per se, but he was a gentle lover. And that's not something Camila always wants. She wants to be spanked, fucked against a window, or throat fucked in the middle of a hallway...God, that was so hot. And those aren't things Chris can do for her.

She'd talked to him about it before. One night, after she had convinced him to try taking her from behind, she pleaded with him to spank her. Camila thought that was fairly mild and a good beginning step to spicing up their relationship. Instead of obliging, Chris paused his thrusts and asked her 'why'. His exact words were: 'Why would you want me to hit you? I could never do that.' That's when Camila realized that she would never get the rough treatment that she wanted in bed from him.

Outside of the bedroom, he was an amazing boyfriend. He was caring, protective but, not overly so, and he was attentive. She was able to have deep conversations with him about anything.

But when she met Lauren, she realized she could have those same deep conversations with her. And she realized that Chris was never really listening to her thoughts and ideas. Lauren was actively listening and would bring them up from time to time.

Lauren made her realize that she was missing more than she thought with Chris.

Chris shifted behind her, thrusting his hips slightly. Camila could feel his arousal as he woke up.

She had been making up excuses to not sleep with him for a few weeks now. He was really understanding when she wasn't in the mood. But right now, Camila felt like she should give him something for being so patient with her.

And, though she'd never admit it, she was hoping that sleeping with him would prove her wrong and that she'd realize she does still love him.

He began kissing up her neck, thrusting his hips into her ass. Camila pushed back against him and reached under the blanket to remove her underwear, then she reached behind her and pulled Chris's cock out from inside his boxers. He moaned slightly as she slipped him in between her legs.

From their position, the head of his penis would hit her clit each time he thrust his hips. Her mind went to the image of Lauren doing something similar just a few days ago and she was wet in no time.

She reached down, trying to direct him to her entrance. This would be a new position for them and she was excited to try it. Plus, with him behind her, she could continue her fantasy of Lauren being the one she's with.

Just as his tip entered her, he stopped. "Hold on," he muttered, crawling onto his knees. He moved in between Camila's legs and entered her there. "Much better," he sighed as he bottomed out.

Missionary. Again. Of course.

Camila knew she shouldn't have been surprised. Chris buried his head in her neck as he continue thrusting. She could feel him hit her g-spot but there still wasn't quite enough to get her there.

"Wait a second," she breathed out. Chris pulled back a little.

"What is it?" He asked, concern written all over his face.

Camila tried to slide her hand in between them to rub her clit. "I need a little more."

"Let me," he said, sliding his hand down. "Better?" He asked.

"Mhmm," Camila hummed. And it was...for a little while. Then, he became distracted by his own pleasure and his hand's movements got sloppy.

A few moments later, he groaned and thrust into her one last time. "I love you, so much," he moaned as he released.

Camila stroked his hair as he finished. "Love you too," she replied.

She had her answer now.

After he rolled off of her, Camila slid out of bed to head to the bathroom. Just as she left the bedroom, Lauren left her own.

"Hey, you," Lauren smiled. "Have a nice nap?"

"Uh, yeah." Camila immediately felt guilty. "Just have to pee." She slid by Lauren and into the bathroom, ignoring the look of concern on the older woman's face.

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(a/n): i was asked for an update and that just so happened to be the motivation i needed apparently.

im finished with university for a bit and have more time to write. all my stories are planned out, i just struggle with the motivation to actually do it haha.

anyway, ik this is short but i'll update it again tonight/tomorrow.

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