Camila Cabello is an 18 year old college student with a simple life, excellent grades, and a sweet boyfriend. She always has things planned out ahead of time, until she meets a rude girl named Lauren, with too many tattoos and piercings who shatters...
(Author's Warning: This is very detailed, sexually so if you don't like that type of thing, I suggest you skip this chapter, this is the only warning I will be giving for the whole story so just know the sex scenes will be detailed and descriptive xo) (My note: It's not much but if you're really not into this stuff then dont read this chapter ayeeeee)
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Lauren's blazing eyes don't leave mine as I make my way to her. I prop my knee up on the bed and pull myself up. At the same time, Lauren lifts herself up against the headboard and holds her hand out for mine. The second I place my small hand in her, she wraps her fingers around it and pulls me onto her. My knees go her sides and I am straddling her lap. I have done this before with her, but not in so little clothing. I hold myself up using my knees so we aren't touching, but Lauren isn't having it. She positions her hands on my hips and gently pushes me down. Her t-shirt is bunched up at my sides, baring my thighs completely. I am glad I shaved my legs this morning. The second our bodies touch my stomach begins to stir. I know this happiness that I feel isn't going to last and I feel like Cinderella, waiting for the clock to strike to end my blissful night.
"Much better." she says and gives me a crooked smile.
I know she is drunk and that's why she is being so nice, well nice for her, but I will take it. If this is truly the last time I will be around her then this is how I want to spend it. I keep telling myself that. I can behave how ever I want tonight with Lauren because when the daylight comes I am going to tell her to never come near me again and she will oblige. It's for the best and I know that is what she will want when she isn't intoxicated. To my defense, I am just as intoxicated by Lauren as she is by the bottle of scotch she consumed.
As Lauren continues to stare into my eyes, I begin to feel nervous. What should I do next? I have no idea where Lauren is going to take this and I don't want to make a fool out of myself by trying to do something first.
She seems to notice my uncomfortable expression.
"What's wrong?" She asks and brings a hand to my face. Her finger traces over my cheek bone and my eyes involuntarily close at her touch. Her touch is surprisingly gentle.
"Nothing.. I just don't know what to do." I admit and look down.
"Do whatever you want to do Camz, don't overthink it." she advises and I nod. I lean back a little to create about a foot of space between our chests and bring my hand up to her bare chest. I look at her for permission and she nods. I press both hands against her chest softly and she closes her eyes. My fingers trace the valley of her breast and down her stomach. Her eyelashes flutter as I trace the scripture on her ribs. Her expression is so calm but her chest is moving up and down much more rapidly than it was a few moments ago. I am unable to control myself as I bring my hand down and run my index finger along the waistband of his boxers. Her eyes shoot open and she looks nervous. Lauren, nervous?
