Sex for Lauren Jauregui had never been awkward. Okay, okay. Maybe that first girl in 10th grade. Yeah, maybe that was a little awkward, but not since then. Since then, she kicked ass at sex. She was a sex star. She was a sex pro. Hmm, okay, maybe not a sex pro, but really good at it? Yes. Confidence was not a problem for her. So, when she found herself standing in her bedroom staring at Camila, wondering what to do next, she was a little worried. Worried that she was going to psych herself right out of it. Why did it feel like so much was riding on one night?
Maybe because it was. Almost.
All she knew was everything in her own body wanted out, probably to make room for Camila. Her heart was beating hard enough to make her sway on the spot. So many thoughts were racing through her mind, but she couldn't catch them, pin them down, or make sense of any of them.
She was memorizing.
Because there was Camila. Camila and the brown hair that fell onto her shoulders. Camila and the way her eyes were catching the light. Camila and those legs that went on for days. Camila's smile that was only meant for her. Camila's perfect breasts. Abs that Lauren wanted to lick. Landing strips. Camila and everything she wanted was just a few steps away. Camila.
"You're thinking too much."
Lauren stared blankly. "Am I?"
"Either that or you're a virgin and you're trying to figure out what's going to go where," the brunette said with a smirk. "But, my guess is you're thinking too much."
"Yeah, that's possible," Lauren said. "The thinking part, not the virgin part."
"You're standing over there, and I'm over here," she said. "You can continue to think it over closer to me."
When Lauren shuffled over within a few feet, Camila grabbed her hand and pulled her in the rest of the way.
"Better," Camila said as she trapped Lauren in her arms.
Yeah. Better. Because standing a few feet away from naked Camila Cabello was like being given the key to Hot Lady City, but being pressed up against naked Camila Cabello was like every fucking great thing that had ever happened to her times twelve and then being given the key to Hot Lady City.
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing," the raven said quickly, looking into brown eyes. "Everything is perfect."
"Hmm," her lips twisted. "It doesn't seem like it, though."
Lauren rested her hands on Camila's hips and she took a deep breath, "It's a big deal."
"This?"
"Us."
"Well, yeah," Camila nodded. "We are a big deal, but this doesn't have to be. It's just us getting to know each other even better. Like a naked 20 questions."
"That could be interesting. Do you want to go first?"
"How 'bout you go first," Camila told her in a hushed tone as her lips moved to Lauren's neck. "Relax," she breathed right before they made contact. Camila kissed her slowly, down her neck with open mouthed kisses, licking every once in a while just for variety. The sensation of that alone made it hard for Lauren to breathe. Camila kissed to the base of her neck, swept over her collarbone, and then back up the other side, "You relaxed yet?"
"More, so."
"We both want this, right?"
"Fuck, yes."
"Okay, then." Camila dragged her lips across Lauren's jawline to her ear. "I've imagined this a thousand different ways. So forgive me if I try to make all those things happen at once."
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FanfictionLauren Jauregui is a publicist in New York trying to rein in the biggest ego the city's ever seen. Camila Cabello is attempting to create the next big thing in Seattle. They're 2859 miles apart, but one wrong number just might change everything. CON...