A Knee To Your Groin Is The Way To Your Heart (CAMREN)

A Knee To Your Groin Is The Way To Your Heart

They've been roommates for quite some time now, and whether they intended for it to happen or not, Lauren has come to know Camila deeper than anybody else has ever done.

People thought Camila was nothing but a fuckboy or girl, whatever - no brains, the only head working is that one in between her legs, and her only goal in life is to pound all the pussy she could get. Yes, Camila has a dick and is obviously so proud of it, not a hint of self-esteem issues or emotional damage evident by her being intersex, and no, Lauren hasn't seen it yet - that's the one thing she hasn't been given a chance to have a glimpse of - and, yes, obviously, Camila is more than her huge package (as the ladies always dreamily attest to, whether Lauren was asking or not). While Lauren agrees that Camila is a notorious playgirl, she was also the sweetest human being she has ever met.

Sure, Lauren felt privileged that Camila has been comfortable enough to show her her vulnerable side, which of course makes Lauren happy, but a part of her wishes sometimes that Camila also shows her what's she's really made of. You know what she means. Camila has always been a gentlewoman when it comes to Lauren. Opening doors for her, holding her bag when it's too heavy, cooking for her when Lauren comes home from work dead-tired from her waitressing job, even pulling out chairs when they eat even if it's only in their dining room and they're only eating heated-up leftovers. She would give her foot rubs while watching Lauren's favorite tv shows, or a back massage whenever Camila hears Lauren groan incessantly, complaining of muscle pains due to her long hours of bussing tables or washing piles of dishes if it's her turn to be in the kitchen.

Not once did Camila's skillful hands stray beyond the boundaries of her massages. Sometimes, Lauren would try to subtly give Camila hints, maybe she'll moan a bit whenever Camila hits a spot, or spread her legs a tad more than necessary when Camila massages her calves, or Lauren tries to steer their conversations into Camila's very active sex life. But Camila, as if deluded that Lauren was some sort of a virginal prude, always maintained a respectful distance each time. They could be cuddling on the couch watching a steamy sex scene from one of Lauren's shows, and even when the air around them feels thick with warmth and unspoken tension, still, Camila wouldn't dare make a move on her. Her arm would remain on Lauren's shoulder, a pillow on her lap, and Lauren's hands glued to Camila's waist. Sometimes Lauren would subtly rub her hands across Camila's tight as fuck abs, or run her fingernails along the exposed skin of Camila's hips or waist whenever she wears those cute crop tops, and Lauren observes how Camila would fidget on her seat, trying to subtly adjust her jeans underneath the pillow, and that gives Lauren a sense of satisfaction. But unfortunately, nothing ever happened between them.

She didn't know when her attraction for Camila started. All she knew was, whenever she's alone in her room and her fingers started to roam, the only image in her head was Camila's slender hands pushing on Lauren's naked back, bending her over the armrest of the couch, or anywhere, really, as long as she's bent over, ass jutting out, and Camila behind her, pounding on her needy pussy non-stop. All night long. Over and over and over.

She knew for a fact Camila could last for a long, long time. She has heard the screams of her latest conquests, moaning Camila's name as if she was God, and Lauren would lie awake in her own bed as the sounds of pure carnal delights that last all night long echo from across the hall: the creaking of the well-used bed, the repetitive slamming of Camila's headboard against the wall, the moaning of the unknown girl probably under Camila, which, like clockwork, would turn into some crazed chanting whenever she's coming, and sometimes, if Lauren strains her ears and listen closely, she could hear the slapping sounds of skin against skin that she could only imagine happening when Camila is balls-deep inside the girl's pussy. Her favorite sound, of course, is when Camila grunts and moans, in that husky voice that Lauren has come to adore, signaling that her time for her own release is close. Lauren would never admit this to anyone else, but most of the time, whenever she hears Camila shouting obscenities as her breathing becomes labored and her moans become louder, Lauren would dip her hand inside her underwear and shamelessly finger herself as she imagine Camila's dick plunging in and out of her own soaked needy hole, relentlessly and kinda roughly - definitely unlike the gentle ways that Camila treats her in every way. When she comes in time with Camila's, Lauren feels proud, as if she was the one writhing underneath her roommate, or in some instances in her imagination, riding on top of her favorite brown-eyed brunette. She always has a good night sleep afterwards.