Caminah Smuts

A Good Start (The Clique)

Dedicated to my dear friend 😊, the lovely GreatWalzOfChina

Track camp is about as much fun as last year. So, none. Camila's muscles ache and she's tired, her calves cramping with nearly every step. Miami's top camp was run by none other than Ms. Lovato, which meant a week of being yelled at for eight hours a day instead of the already-grueling two.

"I think I pulled something," Normani says in an almost whine.

"Want me to rub it better?" Dinah asked.

Are they doing this on purpose? She can't deal with a hard-on in her spanks right now. Camila rounds the corner to the rec room, Dinah and Normani flanking her. A few girls are hanging out in the room, but that's easy to fix. They're already staring. The camp pulls students from all over the state, so there's only a couple from Miami. She's been acquainting the rest with her leadership the last couple days.

"Clear out," Camila barks, hands on her hips.

There's a bit of silence, nobody moving until Normani claps her hands, shooting a stern look at the gawking cheerleaders. "You heard right. Move, bitches. Move."

Camila makes a small note of who to put on the bottom of the pyramid tomorrow as the girls stream out of the room one by one.

"The power behind the throne," Normani whispers to Camila with a smirk. "You're welcome."

Camila just rolls her eyes. She shuts and locks the door behind them before collapsing on the biggest couch. "Finally," she sighs, propping her legs up on the coffee table. Dinah sits on the loveseat across from Camila, and Normani lands on her lap, both giggling.

The rec room is about the only place around here with the promise of privacy. No windows, a door that locks, and the loud hum of the vending machines mean Camila can be alone with her thoughts, if the mood strikes her. But she's not alone, not by a long shot.

"Rubs?" Dinah offers, and Normani nods.

"Rubs."

For a while Camila sits back, silent, her arms spread out across the back of the couch. Her eyes never leave her two best friends. Her eyes are focused on Dinah's hands, made contrast to the dark skin of Normani's thighs. Soft murmurs fill the room, next to Normani's uneven breathing. Dinah's strong, firm hands massage her girlfriend's thighs. Camila swears that Normani is subtly humping back against Dinah's lap.

Camila tries not to make a sound, but when Dinah's mouth latches onto Normani's neck, hands roaming up the smaller girl's shirt, Camila has to bite down on her lip to stifle a groan. She needs to join them, but she's afraid to ask.

She lost her virginity to Dinah and Normani just last week, before they left for camp together, but that doesn't mean anything. Maybe they were only doing her a favor, just getting rid of her V-card for her. Even so, she's glad it was Dinah and Normani who took it.

Camila squirms on the couch. One hand moves to the pulsing in her pants to feel a little friction. Dinah is groping Normani's full tits in one hand, her other up the pleated skirt of Normani's cheerleader uniform, fingers pressing against the front of her spanks.

This is happening fast, and Camila's dick is starting to bulge heavily in her spanks. Dinah's mouth is right at Normani's ear, lips nipping at her lobe, and she's still whispering things under her breath. Camila's dick twitches when a quiet moan leaves Normani's lips.

She's supposed to join them, right? Or...shit. The first time they did this Camila just followed their lead. Now it's like Camila's not even there.