Caminah Smuts

Give Me Candy

They've been friends for eight years, obviously Dinah was bound to find out about "the thing" in between Camila's legs. But it doesn't bug her. Really, she just hugged Camila tightly, kissed her on the cheek, and carried on playing Scrabble.

She slaughtered Camila with a triple word score and a double letter score. Suck on that, Cabello.

Ironically enough, Dinah liked to do some sucking of her own. Her favorite, being peppermint candy canes the kinds that were on sale during Christmas time. She'd go through half a pack a day, sucking and nibbling on the tip until her mouth bore the cloying scent of mint, her lips pink and swollen from too much sucking. But if it wasn't Christmas time, Dinah would be seen running through the halls of Miami High, the pocket of her jeans stuffed with five to ten lollipops all varying in flavor. Usually cherry, or grape, but she's not picky.

Or when she's really, really desperate, Dinah would ask Camila for a piece of gum she could chew on until she managed to find a rock hard candy to suck on. Incidentally enough, the candy was never the only thing rock hard by the time school ended.

As of now, Camila was sitting in front of Dinah during choir. They've been split into pairs to try and come up with a set list for Sectionals. Dinah was laving her tongue around and around a strawberry lollipop. She was puckering her lips against it, making obscene noises that made the rock hard not-candy twitch in her pants.

"Dinah, please. Focus." Camila begged, her fists clenched around her jeans. She was bouncing her knee and was trying her best not to stare at Dinah's pink tongue darting out every now and then to lick around the circumference of the candy.

"Mm'kay." Dinah smacked her lips and kept the lollipop in her mouth, the white stick bobbing as she spoke. "It's just. This is a new flavor. Strawberry cheesecake! And you're the one who got it for me."

Camila scratched her brow and took a deep breath. "Yeah, but it's meant for later. Come on, I need your music library brain for this."

Dinah hummed and played with the stick of the lollipop, tugging at it before sucking harshly that Camila swore she felt precum leak out of her cock, dampening her special underwear. Dinah took Camila's pen from her hand and scribbled down three song titles. "Mr. Richards! We're done with our list!"

Camila blinked, but sighed in defeat. She slumped on the desk and looked up at Dinah with her wide, not-really-innocent eyes. "Is that flavor really that good?" She asked lazily. "I mean, it's just strawberry cheesecake."

Affronted, Dinah popped the spit-slick candy from her mouth and pointed it at Camila. "If you're so doubtful, taste it!"

Again, Camila felt her cock pulsate in her pants. "No thanks."

"Milaaa! C'mon!" Dinah leaned forward and swiped the lollipop against Camila's bottom lip. The brunette haired girl, glaring at Dinah, licked it off. "Good, right?"

I just indirectly kissed Dinah, she thought... "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

~*~

So now, Camila was sitting on the middle of her bed, shorts yanked down mid-thigh, cock in her hand, eyes closed to the vision of Dinah's pouty lips, red and swollen, as she kissed up Camila's length. Camila squirted more KY on her hand, giving her pale dick the same vibrant sheen as the lollipop that Dinah was sucking on hours earlier.

"Fuck..." Camila hissed, the slickness of her hand and the tightness of her fist was something she'd been looking forward to all day. She stroked herself, slowly, since she was home alone. No need to wank like an angry Christian.

Her eyes rolling to the back of her head, Camila bit her lip hard as she squeezed her shaft. She rubbed her thumb against the tip, smearing the Previn and spreading it along her dick. In her mind's eye, Dinah's tongue was pointed and licking against the loose skin wrapped around Camila's cock. She would suck her so well, Camila thought, her finger rubbing at the sensitive silt. "God damn, Dinah..."