Movie Night (Converted)

Chapter 7

Camila woke up to early morning sunlight cascading through the huge windows in Lauren's room. She didn't know when Saturday mornings became her favorite time of the week, but something about waking up next to Lauren had started to make her feel light and happy and safe. She smiled contentedly, yawning and turning on her side to stare at a still sleeping Lauren.

She giggled, noticing the clear tent pitched in the sheets where they fell over Lauren's hips. It wasn't the first time she's seen Lauren have a boner while asleep, but before they were having sex she would always just roll over and pretend she didn't see; pretend she didn't feel a familiar warmth blooming between her legs.

This time she did no such thing, scooting closer so she could nuzzle her face against Lauren's shoulder and run her hand idly over her abs, tracing over the taunt skin from her hip bone up to her blue sports bra.

Her eyes sleepily fluttered closed, flying back open only a few seconds later when she heard Lauren distinctively moan. Camila picked her head up a little to study Lauren's face, whispering, "are you awake?"

Camila stared at her for a minute, waiting for any sign she was waking up before relaxing back down to her shoulder. Her eyes wandered down to between Lauren's legs as she started to wonder what she was dreaming about. Her thoughts quickly ran through a plethora of different scenarios, all of which left her feeling a little wetter than she would have liked.

She sighed, considering waking Lauren up but deciding against it after studying how peaceful her face looked in her sleep; how adorably unconcerned with her current situation she appeared to be.

Instead, Camila slowly dragged the sheet down, sliding it past Lauren's hips and onto her legs so she could have a better look at her boner standing tall in her boxer shorts. She let her hand slip inside her pants, moving her fingers down to lightly stroke over her clit.

She wasn't really masturbating to cum, just enjoying the way Lauren's body turned her on, because god was Lauren sexy. Her tanned toned abs trailing down to where her hip bones jutted out, her navy blue boxers cutting across them. And her dick; Camila could imagine how hard it must be to stand up like that, hot and heavy and engorged, the tip shining with precum. She closed her eyes and imagined Lauren rubbing it against her, remembering the first time she pushed the very tip inside.

Camila jumped nearly a foot when Lauren moaned again, ripping her hand out of her pants and staring at her startled. Her surprised expression turned to a smirk when just a few seconds later a whimpered "Camila," came out of Lauren's mouth. "Lauren are you awake?" she asked again, biting her lip and glancing down to Lauren's dick when she got no response.

She hesitated briefly, wondering if it was too weird to touch Lauren when she was sleeping, but let her inhibitions go when she saw Lauren's dick twitch in her shorts and heard her lightly moan again. She breathed out, "fuck," as she trailed her hand down Lauren's abs, lightly skimming over her boxers to the button and very carefully undoing it.

She groaned slightly when the tip of Lauren's dick popped through right away, feeling a twinge of heat spread from her stomach directly to her clit. She pulled her hand back, leaving it peaking out and slid her fingers back in her own pants, her breathing slightly increased as she felt how wet she was just from looking at Lauren's dick head.

"Lauren," she whined quietly, willing Lauren to wake up as she started to rub herself, her eyes fixed on the bead of pre-cum forming at the slit in Lauren's tip. She traced her fingers lightly over her clit, starting to circle gently as she greedily stared at the girl in front of her. She let her other hand move to Lauren's abs, biting her lip as she slowly felt the slope of her stomach, her soft skin over hard muscles.