After a decadent dessert course of molten chocolate cake and homemade vanilla biscuits Leroy and Alejandro cleaned up the dinner table and the dishes. Camila told them that she was to give Lauren a tour of the house.
"You just want to show off your dance trophies." Leroy teased, kissing the top of Camila's head. The smaller girl huffed, while Lauren grinned.
"I would love to see those, actually. Let me guess. You have... About ten trophies?"
"All in all? I don't think so." Camila grinned and took Lauren by the hand. "That's only for dance, I'm afraid."
Together they headed downstairs to the basement lounge. The dim lights gave the room a subtle glow of comfort and relaxation. Behind a glass wall was a shelf, lined with Camila's dance trophies, trophies she won during middle school for spelling bees. Lauren hummed as she ran her fingers against the glass, leaving trails of her touch against it. "You are really talented. And I'm glad you're unashamed to flaunt it."
She laced her fingers with Camila's and pulled her into her embrace. Lauren curled her arm around her waist. Dipped her head and took Camila's lips in a kiss that took her breath away. Camila's knees weakened, and Lauren had to grasp her, pulled her close to her body.
The door upstairs opened, and Camila gasped and wrenched herself away from her, just in time for Leroy and Alejandro to appear, carrying a tray of small cups of coffee, a jug of cream, and a small porcelain pot of sugar. They huddled around a small maple wood coffee table and took a seat, while Alejandro poured out the coffee.
They spent a few hours chatting. It wasn't until the clock struck twelve that Lauren stood up to bid the Cabellos farewell. "I'm afraid my pumpkin coach has reached its end, and so as well as this magical night." She smiled as all three Cabellos walked with her up the stairs. By the foyer, Camila stood, sad to see Lauren go. Despite the brunette being nine years her senior, it mattered so little for Camila—for Lauren, she did not know. But with the way her green eyes danced whenever she gazed at Camila, it was difficult to believe that she had any problem with her at all.
Camila slammed her locker door shut and was met with stares from her friends. All of them. She stared at them, one by one. From Ally to Siope, they all had the same looks in their faces. Furrowed brows. A few pursed lips. "Umm, hi?"
"Aren't you forgetting something?" Normani asked, her hip cocked, hand resting against it.
Camila blinked and shook her head. "No, I don't think I am?"
Dinah nudged Siope, making the tall boy wince. "Today's Regionals boot camp, remember? You've been planning this day as soon as we won Sectionals. How could you forget?"
Huffing, Camila rubbed her cheeks. "Right, I'm sorry. I was just... thinking of other things." She cleared her throat and pulled out her phone. Saw a text from Lauren which she painfully ignored. "Okay, okay. Let's go do boot camp then."
She followed after the choir club, Siopr standing behind her, probably to make sure she wouldn't run away or something. Camila took her phone out and texted Lauren.
I'm afraid I won't be there for our post-school 'chat'. My choir club is dragging me away for boot camp I forgot I organized.
A moment later, Lauren texted back.
—Oh darn. I just finished baking the most delicious-smelling olive ciabatta bread. But it can wait, I suppose. I'll just have to go without your kisses for a while longer.
Camila pouted while entering the auditorium. She went up the stage and texted Lauren one more time.
—Don't be mean. I'll make up for it as soon as I get home.
—You better.
Regionals boot camp passed Camila by in a blur. She assumed it was because she would rather be somewhere else—with Lauren—instead of with her friends. It was bad work ethic, she knew, but as a teen, it was completely normal, right?
As soon as Mr. Cowell told them that they did a good job, Camila hurriedly packed up her stuff. Sparing no farewell to the members of choir club, she left the auditorium, unaware of their gazes burning the back of her neck. She jumped into her car and drove home, barreling straight into Lauren's house, amidst the remnant smell of baked bread. Lauren was in her office, glasses on, brows furrowed.
"Hi," Camila said, breathless.
"Hi," Lauren lowered her glasses and closed her laptop. "You know I'm only joking, right? You don't have to do anything to make it up to me. I don't want to monopolize all your time—"
Camila walked around Lauren's desk and kissed her as if she hadn't seen her in ages. "I want you to. I want you to be selfish with me, Lauren."
But the older woman shook her head. "You're only young once, Camila. And you're graduating soon. I don't want to take your time away from you when you could be spending it with your friends, making high school memories with them." She chuckled and grasped Camila's smooth cheek. "Don't look at me like that. You can't just hang out with me forever. Be with your friends next time, okay?"
Camila was at a loss in what to say. Heart sinking in the pit of her stomach, she took a furtive step back from Lauren and nodded like a sulky teenager.
"Good," Lauren murmured. "Besides, I won't be here for a few days. I have a business meeting to go to in New York."
At the mention of her coveted city, Camila perked up. "Really? You didn't tell me?" She longed to ask if she could come, but the inevitable answer, of course, would be no. So she bit her lip, not wanting to taste any more of that bitter rejection.
"It was sudden as well. I wasn't asked to go in the first place, but a colleague insisted that all of us be there." Lauren rose up off her office chair and took Camila by the hand. They went upstairs, into the bedroom where they lay side by side on the large bed, facing each other. "I'm gone for a week for Book Expo." She explained. Camila saw her bags already packed in a corner of her room.
"Will you text me while you're gone?" She asked, voice a soft murmur. Lauren wrapped her arms around her hips and pulled in close. Planted a soft kiss on her lips.
"Of course I will."
Thus began the longest week of Camila's life. Of course she was being melodramatic, but it didn't take away from her misery. She did as Lauren asked her. Spending every day after school with her friends in choir club was certainly missed, but Camila's longing for Lauren didn't waver. The occasional texts were enough to stave her off until the week ended, but it wasn't enough.
By the time Camila headed home on Friday, she was exhausted. She just wanted peace and quiet, preferably with Lauren.
So when she saw a rental car parked on the older woman's driveway, Camila struggled to keep her excitement at bay. She calmly got dressed and power-walked to Lauren's front door. Camila knocked, but no one answered. The door was unlocked, and from the shoes on the foyer, Camila came to the conclusion that Lauren was home. Up the stairs she went. "Lauren?"
"Camila? I'm in the bedroom."
Upon entering Lauren's room, the sight that greeted her was one of daytime imaginings and wet dreams. Lauren, standing by her closet wearingabsolutely nothing. They haven't gone beyond kissing and some touching underneath clothes. Camila squeaked and clamped a hand over her eyes. "I-I'm here! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to walk in on you—"
Lauren laughed softly and wrapped her hand around Camila's wrist. "Shh, baby." She lowered Camila's hand from her eyes and pulled her into the bedroom, kicking the door shut behind Camila. Lauren laced their fingers together and they waltzed over to her bed. She watched a very naked Lauren push her down with her weight.
"It's okay." Lauren whispered as her hands wandered to the front of Camila's sweatpants. It was baggy and hung low on Camila's hips. She long since ceased hiding her anatomy from Lauren. She no longer wore too tight boxer briefs and other constricting attire. Lauren grinned and tugged the garter of Camila's sweats and peered inside. "Take this off. Show me what you've been hiding from me all this time, Camila."
Swallowing hard, the teenager eagerly obeyed. She yanked off her slate grey pants, leaving her in a black Spring Awakening shirt and purple boxer briefs. Camila's cock was already stiffening beneath Lauren's scrutiny. Green eyes raking up and down Camila's shapely legs. She grasped the hem of Camila's shirt and yanked it off. Camila wore no bra, and Lauren hummed her appreciation of this fact.
"I missed you all week." Camila whispered. She wanted to curl into herself, but Lauren's steady, hungry gaze was preventing her from doing so. A part of her even wished to yank her boxers down to show the older blonde the thick stalk of meat that grew between her legs. Camila knew she was bigger than boys her age, and she took pride in that fact.
After all, it was only fair that nature balances things out. Give the tiny Jewish girl with two dads a penis, might as well make it a massive one.
"I know. I missed you too." Lauren murmured. She made Camila sit on the bed so she could straddle her. Knees on either side of Camila's legs. Lauren's pussy was bare save for a tuft of dark brown on her mound. Camila's breathing hitched at the sight and her eyes shot back up to Lauren's face. "See something you like, Camila?"
Camila shrugged, though her nonchalance lost its effect due to the thickness in her boxers. Lauren grinned and pinned Camila against the bed. "I've been doing my best, trying not to just eat you up." Lauren said softly. Her thumb caressed Camila's bottom lip and took it in her mouth. "You're so adorable and so young. I don't know if you'd want an old hag like me."
Camila snorted. "You're far from a hag, Lauren. You're only twenty seven. Plus to me, you're this gorgeous, elegant woman who makes me hard every time we kiss." She swallowed hard and ran her palms along Lauren's creamy legs. "Heck, you make me hard every time you walk into a room. Youknow that. You feel it."
Lauren laughed and cupped Camila's cheeks. She pressed her lips and her forehead against the younger girl's and pushed her down so she was on her back. Flattening her body against Camila's, Lauren trailed kisses down her body. She licked shapes on the girl's soft belly, and left bite marks on her hips.
Camila was gasping for air, her dick unbearably hard now. She had never been more aroused in her life, and it was making her head spin. "L-Lauren, oh my god..."
A warm, wet mouth wrapped around the head of Camila's cock. She groaned at the sensation and propped herself up with pillows so she could watch the way Lauren sucked her, cheeks hollow, lips stretched around Camila's thick shaft. This was her first time getting a blowjob—hell, it was the first time anyone else touched her cock, and it felt amazing.
"Oh wow." Camila bit her lip. Toes curled, and fists clenched the bed sheets.
And since it was her first time, Camila had the lasting power of a deflating balloon. "I'm so close already." She whimpered. But that didn't deter Lauren. She sucked harder, wrapped a firm hand around Camila's shaft, and pumped her length in time with her sucks.
That was all it took, and already, Camila was warning Lauren and attempting to pull her cock out of her mouth. But the brunette gripped her firmly and gave her a squeeze. Camila threw her head back and came in thick spurts, her body shaking as Lauren suckled on the head for every bit of her cum. "F-fuck..."
Lauren released Camila's thick shaft and crawled up her body to kiss her lips. She straddled Camila, whose eyes widened at the sensation of her slick folds against her cock. "Oh. A-are we going to...? Should I get a condom?"
"I don't have any diseases. I'm proud of you for thinking of it, though." Lauren murmured, kissing the curve of Camila's jaw. "And you said you can't get anyone pregnant. If you want a condom though, be my guest."
Camila took barely a second to decide. No, she didn't want a condom. She wanted to feel Lauren's insides and warmth. She grasped Lauren's waist, stared wide-eyed, as she felt her pussy sinking around her cock, like something out of a dream. She never imagined sex to feel like this, and as Lauren took her all the way, until Camila's cock was sheathed deep inside her, Camila swore she saw stars.
"This is... wow." Camila couldn't put the sensation into words, despite the depth of her vocabulary. But when she thought being inside Lauren was a different world altogether, when Lauren moved, it was something else. She held onto Lauren's hips, willing herself to last longer so Lauren would get something out of this. But she was a teenager, and this was her first time.
Camila's breathing came out in short gasps. She reached down, dragged her fingers along Lauren's folds and touched her clit. It caused her walls to ripple around Camila's shaft, making her groan. "Lauren,"Camila whined. "I'm gonna come..."
"Me too," she whispered, and it surprised Camila. She clenched her jaw, gripped Lauren tighter and fucked into her pussy. The brunette screamed, and her walls clamped down on her thrusting cock. Something warm and wet flooded around her shaft, and Camila assumed that Lauren just came.
She beamed. Proud of herself, Camila took a few more thrusts before she was unloading inside her as well.
Lauren slumped on top of Camila and sighed. The younger girl rolled over and faced her. "I love you." She whispered, barely audible against Lauren's shoulder. Camila kissed her neck and sighed. Felt Lauren stir against her, her arms wrapping around her neck.
"I know. And I love you too." Lauren stroked the back of Camila's neck. "I know you're unlike any teenager I've ever known, and that I'm not some conquest for you. And that makes me happy, Camila. You have no idea."
Curling into the woman whose skin is white like cream and smooth like satin, Camila felt stellar. She kissed Lauren and smiled. "It doesn't matter to me how old you are. I'm sure that even if we're of the same age, I would still find myself loving you
