Beautiful When You Don't Try

Chapter 18

"We should...we, um...we should go see...if they need any help...oh, God...cooking." Camila finally managed to say between heated kisses. She sat straddling Lauren who was sitting Indian style on the diva's bed, her hands cupping the brunette's plump ass through her jeans and squeezed, lifting the brunette up into each kiss.

"Yeah. We should." Lauren agreed but never moved to depart or cease with her kisses.

Camila smiled before cupping the brunette's face and crushing their lips together. "We aren't going to, are we?"

"Not yet. I need more kisses." Lauren informed her before moving her mouth to the sensitive skin of her neck. "Seven years to make up for."

Camila's eyes were closed tight and her fingers locked in the brunette hair as Lauren trailed a mixture of kisses and licks down the neckline of her V-neck black shirt, between her breasts, and back up. She was already so turned on it was painful. Did we not just do this this morning? Lauren was right, I am addicted. "If this keeps up, I'm going to need more than kisses and my fathers are just down stairs."

Lauren growled and rested her forehead against Camila's jaw. "Ugh..."

"Yeah." Camila panted and she was finally able to open her eyes. "I know...We are supposed to be taking this slow though. I don't know about you, but twice in just a few hours isn't normal for me." The brunette couldn't stop the smile from spreading across her lips and only hoped that Camila was oblivious. "Lauren Jauregui!"

Lauren snapped her head up to look at the diva with the biggest grin on her face. "How the hell do you know these things? I always thought you were a little crazy with the whole sixth sense thing." Camila arched an eyebrow. "Obviously, that didn't stop me from loving you though."

"Whatever." Camila rolled her eyes and lowered her hands from Lauren's hair and trailed them down her arms. "But seriously, are you a sex addict? How many times did you average a day?"

"I don't think you want my honest answer for that. I really don't think you do."

"Are you referring to your 'whoring around' phase then?" Lauren nodded and Camila hesitated. She was curious but was also unsure of how personal she was going to be able to go with the brunette. Was she just as open now as she was relaxed compared to her previous closed and uptight self back then? "You do realize that this might come out in the papers. If they are really looking for the dirt, they will pick up any story they could get their hands on." Lauren nodded again with a sheepish smile. She never thought any of her past would end up being public knowledge. "I think I would rather hear about the details from you and not some harlot being paid to disclose the facts."

"Harlot? I wouldn't go that far. They were one night stands...mostly, but calling them harlots is a bit much."

"Regardless, I would still rather hear about it from you. In honesty, how many were there since Meg?" Lauren collapsed backwards on the bed, sighed in frustration and embarrassment, and began counting, apparently taking longer that Camila deemed necessary. "This is only a four-month period we are talking about here."

"I'm thinking. I don't want to miss one and have you turn around and call me a liar when you find out." Camila crossed her arms over her chest while she remained straddling the brunette's waist and waited. "...seventeen."

"Oh my God!"

"You asked!"

"You slept with seventeen women in only four months? Most people don't have that many sexual partners in a life time."

"How many have you had?"

"In twenty-five years? Counting you? Five!" Lauren raised her brow in the extreme difference between them. "What happened to the good little Christian girl who wouldn't let any guy tough her? Even when she was pregnant and nothing else could happen?"