Wanting You Forever (Camren g!p)

Wanting You Forever (7)

A/N: I wanted to rebuild Normila because the deterioration of their friendship was sad to see, and it will help if another group member knows about Camren. I see some sexy times on the horizon for these lovebirds. Chapters 8 and 9 (and 10?) will probably feature A LOT of smut with some romance, because what else happens on Valentine's Day? A certain follower of this story will get her wish in one of the next two chapters (and it was the main impetus behind Normila's trip to the erotic shop). I have not forgotten and will honor your request. Enjoy my little g!p lovers.

Camila was weary of Normani's intentions but something within her quelled her disbeliefs and propelled her to agree to an outing with her distant bandmate. She returned Normani's smile with the same weakened tint but got up to offer a quick embrace, a sharp feeling of relief washing over her when Normani failed to pull away and rather prolonged their embrace until they broke their hug and smiled at each other.

"Well...get dressed Mila, and I'll meet you in the kitchen."

The beautiful Texan departed her haunt, gently shutting the door as she traipsed to her own room to dress.

Tanned soles glided over the plush cream-colored carpet, slender toes sinking into the soft surface whenever she stilled her pacing legs. The morning breeze had departed, leaving behind a solemn oasis of air, much to Camila's preference. She stood, thin fingers from one hand tracing nondescript patterns along the waistband of her white jeggings as she waited for her bandmate. A weak albeit valiant smile crept upon her lips as an image of Lauren flickered through her mind: the translucent waves battering her pale skin, her strong green eyes all the more fluorescent. Wear white. Those were Lauren's instructions, and though Camila knew that their underlying impetus was primarily one of appearance, somewhere deep beneath her armor, buried under the tapestry of presentations and external pressures resided a profound sense of pure love. Today, the regal color would wrap around her own tanned skin, her most angelic features breaking through the portcullis of fear and doubt; the gamut of barricades littering the minefield of their romance would fade into the abyss.

Her smooth fingers released her waistband with a small pop, her impatience with her bandmate nearing its end.

She found solace in the enigma of this evening's events; the embers of which were enough to fuel the furnace of her variegated imagination. Lauren, soft ivory skin hidden under a dark sweater, waiting for her at the edge of a sandy cove, hand cast toward her like a fishing rod reeling in its prey. She was hooked of her own volition, no need for a reel; her heart already overwhelmed by the intoxicating aura of passion manifested as one Lauren Jauregui. The slightest touch, more than enough to set her skin ablaze. The briefest kiss, the lone manner of incapacitation. The first breach by Lauren's cock into her wanton center, the fatal route of administration straight to her heart. She could almost feel the evening breeze wrap around them as they held each other, kissed each other, thrust into each other. They were lost in each other's bodies, too trapped in the jungles of each other's hearts to revel in the tornado of ocean air, at which they were the center. All light and sound not produced by their union fell on deaf ears as they remained cemented in a timeless chamber of love. Any semblance of life prior to their coupling was eroded by the sway of salty ocean battering the sandy beach, dragged to the murky depths as the waves peacefully receded. Somewhere, in the darkness, tiny emerald specks sparkled through the evening sky, Camila the sole witness of what could only be the epitome of Heaven on Earth. The faintest regard of a smile cracked Lauren's luscious lips, her gaze locked onto the lone owner of her heart.

A distant knock tugged Camila from her refuge, the images of the ravenous glint in Lauren's eyes and the tantalizing curve of her lips withering into the inner recesses of her mind as Normani coasted into her line of sight. An amused albeit perturbed look made its appearance upon the horizon, though her chocolatey skin radiated sincerity. As annoyed as she was for having to shake Camila from her reverie, the unmistakable look of admiration perpetuated genuine happiness for her two friends.