Homer, Goner 《Camren》

IV.

When the soccer ball rolls over to Ally once again, it feels like deja vu. Lauren doesn't even have to ask, the freshman just immediately throws her the ball as she's done before.

Lauren is grinding her teeth together, almost fuming because this is the fourth time in how many days, and honestly, any more of this is going to make Lauren pull her hair off. Camila's hair too.

And just like the previous offenses, Camila is jogging over to the softball field. Lauren hopes Camila can see the pure annoyance that she's currently wearing on her face because she's had enough. She's had more than enough. In fact, she's had so much that she's certain she could tear Camila a new one if she wanted.

Today, for sure, Lauren is going to give Camila an earful about the principles of behavior when it comes to sharing fields. There are rules to be abided, Camila. And there are courtesies that are common for teams to follow, Camila. Especially when two big teams are sharing one medium-sized field, Camila.

Lauren lets out a huff. No distractions this time, just her and Camila and the ball that she's going to throw at the soccer player's face.

Camila is still a bit far away when it happens. Lauren is staring daggers at her, but almost as if Camila can read the animosity that was surely surrounding Lauren in a hazy aura, the girl begins to pull her shirt up and off her body.

Lauren blinks to make sure it's happening, and sure enough, Camila's suddenly only in her sports bra. She could see how her biceps would flex a little, how her leg muscles would stretch and contract from each step. And all of a sudden, Lauren is feeling warmer than usual. The sun sure is hot out today.

And Lauren's mind must have gone blank because the next thing she registers is the fact that Camila is standing in front of her now, toothy smiles and in all her half-naked glory. Camila's clavicle looks delicate from up close, and Lauren kind of wants to touch a little. Just like the sweat that's pooling on Camila's neck, Lauren's eyes travel down her body. Her abdominal muscles are extremely toned, and Lauren almost wonders how it would feel to run her hand over them. She tries to tear her eyes away, but Lauren can't help but focus on that part. She wonders what would happen if she licked them but immediately shakes her head because they're in public for god's sake.

"Hey, Lo," Camila says in lieu of greeting. There's a knowing smile on her face, a crooked one that Lauren has only seen on girls who are confident in their own skin. Camila cards her hands through her hair, and the action gives Lauren a glimpse of Camila's armpit. And Lauren almost chokes. She never knew that armpits could be so... hot?

Lauren tries to make a sound but kind of has trouble swallowing at the moment.

"Hello," the older girl croaks out, giving her a quick smile before looking down at Camila's body again as if it's a magnet and Lauren's eyes are metal. She can't seem to tear her eyes away from it, from how her shoulders are equal parts narrow and muscley. How her abs are, just so muscular, so defined and surely firm to the touch. And her boobs, although on the smaller scale, yet still so fucking nice.

Camila says something, but Lauren doesn't register it because she's too busy perving on Camila's body. And honestly, it's not even that Lauren likes Camila or anything, that's ridiculous. Absurd. Completely out of the question. It's just that Lauren hasn't had a proper partner in years, so she's kind of starving for some real-life boy/girl toy who's accessible for her daily thirst. And Camila is kind of sort of probably her type. And Camila is also right there, willing to be ogled by Lauren in her half-naked beauty.

"Hmm?" Lauren has half a mind to swipe her hands on the sweat that's beading up on Camila's stomach, but she decides against it because one, they're still in public, two, that's weird, and three, Camila would probably enjoy it, and Lauren most definitely does not want that to happen.