Caminah Smuts

Broadway Ain't Dead Yet

Camila was on her way out of the bookstore, struggling between the books that she just bought and the push button to open the door when she felt the amount of books in her arms lessen. She turned to see a familiar face, dressed in familiar ripped jeans, hair in a messy pony tail, and a black 'Broadway Ain't Dead Yet' shirt.

"Hey Camila." Dinah greeted with a small half-smile. "Let me help you with these."

"Dinah. I never thought I'd find you here, in a bookstore of all places."

"I like to read sometimes." Dinah shrugged as she pushed the door open with her back, holding it for Camila and then following her to her car. "Not as much as you though. You read a lot."

Camila chuckled and unlocked the door to her car. "You're so cute for helping me with my books."

"I-I'm not cute! I'm badass!" Dinah argued, making Camila laugh all the more.

"You just proved my point." Camila carefully placed her books in the trunk and slammed it shut. "Thanks again. How can I repay you?"

The self-proclaimed badass fidgeted with the hem of her shirt. "How about a date? You and me, tonight." Dinah offered Camila a tiny half smile, and the brown haired girl couldn't help but find her so damn cute. "Sure, what time?"

Dinah blinked a few times. "Really? You'd go on a date with me?"

Camila giggled and fluttered her eyelashes at Dinah. "Why, you didn't think I'd say yes?"

With a blush, Dinah ducked her head. "Well, yeah... But since you said yes, tonight at seven?"

Camila winked. "You got it."

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"Oh f-fuck..." Dinah struggled to open the door to her apartment, what with Camila's lips latched onto her neck, sucking and nibbling on her pulse point until a searing mark was left. Camila's hands were up in her shirt, fingers tracing her bellybutton, the vague outline of her abs, and the underside of her breasts. Once Dinah managed to open the door, they stumbled in, Camila pressing Dinah up against the door.

"You feel so good..." Camila murmured, her nails running against Dinah's back as she nibbled and sucked on her lips. "Nngh, oh god, Dinah."

Dinah whimpered and scraped her fingers against the sliver of skin that peeked out of Camila's shirt as she pushed her on the couch. Dinah kissed down Camila's jaw and suckled on her neck while she ran her hands all over her abs. Camila's thigh pressed in between her legs, and the loudest groan escaped her throat.

"O-oh.. What's that?" Camila asked as she looked up, wide-eyed, at Dinah. She was now blushing and stuttering in an attempt to find an excuse as to what could be in her pants. Camila reached down and palmed the bulge with her insistent hand. "That's... What is that?"

"Nnnnngh.. Nothing!" Dinah whimpered, trying to move away. But Camila was stronger. She grabbed Dinah by the waist and threw her down on the couch and straddled Dinah's thighs as she palmed it. When Camila felt it twitch, she knew exactly what it was.

"You have a penis." Camila leaned forward and whispered against Dinah's lips, nipping at it when she felt Dinah squirm. She kept rubbing and palming it, loving how she could feel it thicken in her hands. "You want me, don't you, Dinah? You want me to slide your cock inside me and fuck me so hard until you cum?"

"Oh my fucking god..." Dinah's eyes rolled to the back of her head with a low groan rumbling from her throat. Her hips bucked into Camila's insistent hand, her cock hardening to the point where it ached, and all Dinah could think about was Camila's soft skin, her mouth, her pussy, rubbing against her penis. "Camila, please..."