The Love Shack (Camren G!P)

Chapter 11

Camila's POV

I wake up first the next morning and when I get out of bed I still have my heels on. I kick them off and stumble to the bathroom. I’m all sticky from last night so I start the shower and go to pee while the water warms up.

Once I see steam I strip off my nightgown and get into the shower. It’s big enough for at least four people, but the rain shower head feels amazing. I let the water fall on me and when I look down I’m convinced my bump is a little bigger than it was yesterday.

Lauren comes staggering into the bathroom naked and joins me in the shower, wrapping me in a big hug.

“Morning,” I whisper and hug her back.

“Morning,” she replies. “Are you alright?”

“Mmhmm. I was just on overload last night and my body decided it was lights out for me,” I tell her.

“Okay. You scared me a little,” she chuckles.

“I’m fine,” I assure her. “I think Sally got a little bigger.”

Lauren steps back so she can look down at my stomach. She rests her hand on Sally and says, “I agree,” with a smile.

“It’s nice.My boobs are getting bigger,” I laugh.

“Mmm, I love your boobs,” she smiles.

“Me too,” I admit. They’re not very big but they're my boobs.

“Good. I’m glad you love your body just as much as I do.”

“Mmm I don’t know if anyone loves my body as much as you do.”

“You’re probably right. I’ve been studying it for a while now,” she winks. “It’ll be fun watching it change to accommodate Sally.”

“You should start taking a picture of it every week,” I suggest.

“Okay. I can get one after our shower since she’s already making her… its presence physically known.”

“You know I think it’s a girl,” I tell her. “I don’t know why.”

“Mother's intuition.”

“Maybe. You’ll have to ask my dad for tips on how to have a convincing war flashback to scare my partners away.”

Lauren laughs and says, “I will when I meet him. Am I gonna get shit for being older than you? I just need a fair warning.”

“I don't think so. You’re only a year older than I am.” Not that I’m going to stop teasing her about it.

“Okay and I’m going to remind you the next time you call me Gramps that I fucked you until you passed out last night.”

“You do that, Gramps,” I giggle. “Your hips okay?”

“My hips are more than okay. I can give you a reminder of what they’re capable of if you want to bend over and rest your hands on the bench,” she says, arching an eyebrow.

“Oh yeah?” I let go of her and bend over the bench.

“Mmm, yep,” she purrs just before I feel her hands rubbing over my ass. She gives me a light slap and says, “Your ass is still a little pink from last night.”

“Mmm… yeah and you won’t be fucking me there today either,” I tell her.

“Sorry if I hurt you.” I feel her head running up and down my slit.