Camren smut (g!p)

Finals Frenzy (Camila g!p)

"I'm sorry I still don't quite get it."

'God she is so cute.'

I think to myself as I watch her walk in front of me. I try not to be obvious as my eyes trail up her figure and settle on her face. I catch myself ogling at her and a small blush crosses my cheeks.

My fingers dance across the keyboard of my phone in an attempt to distract myself.

'Hottie Alert!'

Message sent to Ally.

I quickly text my bestie, while stepping behind my crush. We were standing in line at the university's coffee shop. It was finals season and the trail of sleep deprived and stressed students littered the hallways. Although it was 8 o'clock at night, the line to get a cup of coffee was twenty people long.

In truth, I wasn't worried about my finals. I was doing well in all my classes , being the smart girl I was.

The phone in my hand vibrated with a response.

"Live a little :)"

Message received from Ally.

I bite my lip, debating whether I should break my good girl streak. Six months of sexual tension since my last relationship and I only had a couple of toys to ease the appetite of my kitten.

Putting my phone in my pocket, I look up at the 'prospect'. There was an undeniable tingle pooling in my lower abdomen. I wanted her, but we can't always get what we want.

Some men claim that they argue between their penis and their brains. In my case, I was arguing between my kitten and my common sense. Occasionally, she just wanted a new toy to play with but had quickly found out that one night stands didn't really suit her.

Looking back at my phone, I reread the message.

Live a little.

The phrase keeps echoing in my head. Could I? Should I?

My kitten was fighting to take control. It was not simply a want, but a different persona; the untamed manifestation of sexuality hidden underneath every 'good girl.'

'I'm a good girl. I shouldn't do it.' I think and try to argue, but who was I kidding. It was time to let my kitten out to play.

She wanted her and wasn't going to take no for an answer. I lick my lips and look down at my feet, wishing I had chosen something nicer to wear.

Live a little.

My eyes dart up at her and I bite my lip looking for a conversation starter. Her eyes catch mine and I blush. She flashed a toothy grin and all of my confidence disappears.

I was caught staring and I was sure my blush went from a light pink to a bright red.

"What do you recommend?" She asks me, pointing at the menu.

"Depends on what you're looking for."

"I don't really like the taste of coffee and I hate caramel and tea."

"Well, aren't you a picky one?" I joke, turning my attention to the menu.

"Hey I'm paying for it." She argues.

"So you need something sweet and something that can keep you up right?"

"I'm studying all night for finals, so yes." She replies.

Our school had a final frenzy week that opened up the entire library and it's study rooms for twenty four hours straight. She wouldn't be the only one staying there all night.