The Taxi

Ten

As Brian's flattery and flirtation towards Lauren increased, so did Camila's alcohol intake. By now she was getting into dangerous territory she was all too familiar with. Camila tended to get very possessive of the women she found herself surrounded with when she was intoxicated and did not take kindly to anyone, much less a guy trying to move in. However, Camila had never actually had feelings for a woman like this before and now found herself lost in those thoughts as Brian and Lauren chattered away.

Camila was far too deep in her third double scotch, staring laser eyes right at Brian. Or at least, she thought it was Brian. She was starting to get a little too drunk at this point and was getting a minor case of double vision. He had glanced at her a few times, completely unaware of her rage. All he did was smile and refill her drink, inadvertently making things worse for himself. Camila wondered if he was purposefully ignoring Camila's obvious distaste for him, or if he was just that genuinely clueless. Either way, she did not like him one bit.

Lauren could sense something was off with Camila. In an attempt to bring her back to Earth, she put her hand on Camila's upper thigh and gently squeezed. Her touch sent chills up Camila's spine and blood rushing to her head. Camila instantly snapped her attention from Brian to Lauren, and bit her lip, staring at her for a moment.

Before Camila could stop herself, she leaned over to whisper in Lauren's ear. "Why the hell is Brian flirting with you like he's the one that's going to fuck you tonight?"

Lauren gasped and pulled away, her face blazed a brilliant crimson, and her arms and legs pricked with goosebumps. "Fuck..." was all she could stammer, unable to form any coherent thought, much less form a sentence. 

"Let's go back to mine." Camila said, her voice smooth and steady. She threw back the rest of her scotch and put her jacket on. Lauren nodded feverishly.

"Um, Brian... thanks for the drinks and the conversation but we're going to head out." Lauren said, her voice still shaking as she gathered her things, unable to make eye contact with him or Camila. Lauren chugged the contents of her glass and set it down a little too hard on the bar.

Brian seemed confused at the sudden exit, but nodded and smiled. "Okay, see you soon then?" he asked.

"Uh, yeah?" Lauren said, her words sounding more like a question than anything else. Camila smirked at the effect she had had on her. Camila loved seeing Lauren struggle to find words because of her. 

This time Camila paid for the taxi, and before the women knew it, they were stumbling over each other into Camila's apartment. Clothes were shed and strewn across the floor before they even got into Camila's bedroom. Camila flung the door to her room open, pulling Lauren along. Camila pushed Lauren down onto the bed, hovering over her before pressing her body  - and her lips - against Lauren's. Camila kissed down Lauren's jaw, down her neck, until she reached her chest. She returned to her lips, kissing again, tasting the gin from her martini.

"I could kiss you all day," she mumbled against Lauren's lips, before kissing her again.

"Are you sure you want to do this? You're really drunk, Camila. I'm obviously very interested and would love to have sex with you, however we're both intoxicated, you more so." Lauren said, stopping Camila's kiss.

"Lauren. I know I'm drunk. This is how 100 percent of my sex goes. If this makes you uncomfortable I get it, but I am very much okay with this and I really want to fuck you right now." Camila said, smiling as she reached the end of her sentence.

Lauren laughed and nodded as Camila finished her statement. Camila resumed kissing every inch of exposed skin, and allowing her hands to roam Lauren's body.