Lauren and Camila

January 6th, 2014

"How big are your boobs?"

The question came from Lauren, rooting around in their closet. It was the first weekend back from the Christmas break and she and Tim had already gotten something planned to welcome their floormates back.

"34 C, why?" Camila barely looked up from the paper she was writing to answer.

"I need a sports bra for tonight and I don't really have any and I thought yours..."

"You thought you'd fit your giant porn-star boobs into one of my sports bras, did you?"

"Well, I don't know." Lauren sounded exasperated "You're so small and wear such baggy things that I thought they may be deceptively big."

"Well, they're not." Camila double checked a fact from the book she'd checked out of the library and then kept writing. "My boobs are frighteningly honest about their relatively average size."

The rummaging noises continued for a few minutes, then there was a loud and exasperated sigh.

"Fine, sexy bra it is. It'll mean I can't run or jump or anything though."

"I still don't know what it is you're doing, you realize." Camila muttered.

"I told you costume party."

"Why?"

"Who says you need a reason to have a costume party? Fitz and I thought we should have them whenever we decide the floor isn't a happy enough place." Lauren's voice was stilted, clearly she was putting something on when she said this.

"You're both mental patients you know that?" Camila shook her head in disbelief.

"Oh hush up and tell me how this looks." Lauren's voice was clearer now, standing in the room proper instead of the closet. Camila tilted her head up and there was Lauren, wearing a pink lace demi-bra and matching panties. Camila just stared for a second. She'd seen Lauren in various forms of undress before but this...well, this was new. Lauren was just gorgeous, those 32DD's(which would never have fit in any two of her sports bras) the busty top of a body that did indeed look like a porn starlet's. With her pierced navel, shapely legs and smooth, creamy skin, she had the body of someone you'd expect to see in the throes of sexual bliss. But she had an innocent, sweet, kind face, with dark, raven hair and pale lips and these emerald green eyes, well, it was all adding to a problem Camila had been having.

She'd finally, only a little while ago, gotten over Abigail to the point where she was even entertaining the possibility of someone else and her sexual fantasies had not involved things she'd done with her ex. But the last few days, she'd been having sex dreams. All about Lauren. All about Lauren in some bit of gorgeous lingerie, offering herself up to Camila and asking to be taken. Camila had tried to ignore them. But they persisted, and they had crept into her waking fantasies too. And now, back after the break, here was Camila wearing what she'd fantasized about. She was crushing on Lauren hard. And she'd tried to keep it out of her mind and had been mainly successful but this, this was too much.

"Well? Do I look good? Want to make sweet, sweet love to me?" Lauren asked with a laugh, the same joke she always told when asking her roommate about her clothes.

"Um yes. Both. Tremendous." Camila awkwardly gave her a thumbs up as she felt herself flush "Is that your costume?"

"What? No, don't be a perv." Lauren laughed as she walked back in the closet "Like I said it was going to be a sports bra but because my costume is so weirdly shaped people will be able to see what I've got on under a little and I figure if I can't be practical, I'll give a little treat."

"So, uh..." Camila felt her mouth dry up a little "What is your costume."

Lauren stepped out of the closet, she was now wearing a bright red Burling College basketball uniform. With the #99 on it. Camila knew it instantly. She'd been dragged to enough games to recognize it even if it wasn't worn by dozens of students and sold in all of the gift shops. It must have actually been Tim's, however, as the shorts easily reached the floor, and the jersey nearly did as well. The neck hung so low that it did, indeed, display quite a bit of cleavage. Lauren would have looked like she was wearing a bizarre shapeless dress if not for the size 16 high top basketball sneakers sticking out from under it. Lauren would have looked like she was wearing a shapeless dress if not for the size 16 high top basketball sneakers sticking out from under it.

"I'm Burling College basketball sensation Tim Fitzgerald." Lauren said with a bit of a dramatic flourish as she pinned her hair up over her head, she continued her description, switching her cheery, southern tones to Tim's flatter, mid-western monotone "I eat gross food and never remember to take my clothes out of the dryer."

"Cute. Nice of Tim to let you use that." Camila chuckled, half at the joke and half at the ridiculousness of the sight.

"That's the best part" Lauren giggled "Tim doesn't know about it. I stole the uniform from him a month ago and told him we're going as two Ninja Turtles!"

"You put that much thought into your costume but forgot about your Lit Mid-Term until 20 minutes after it started."

"Oh shut up, I still aced it, didn't I and besides....

There was a knock on the door.

"Hey it's me," Came Tim's voice, "Open up".

Lauren giggled and clapped her hands and urged Camila to be quiet which her roommate did. Lauren shuffled to the door as best as her odd get-up would allow and opened it quickly, already in the midst of the same introduction she'd given Camila.

"I'm Tim Fitzgerald, Burling College Basketball sensation and ohmygod I hate you so much I could scream."

Tim was standing before them wearing a skin tight T-shirt, with round objects of some kind bulging out his chest, and revealing his own muscular stomach that had what looked like a fake ring in the navel. There were skin tight, low riding jeans and what looked like a pink thong's waistband clearly visible. Topping it off were a pair of ridiculously impractical heels and a long, black wig.

"I'm Lauren Jauregui, Burling College Journalism Major." Tim said with his own dramatic flourish and in his own imitation of Lauren's voice "And if y'all didn't know, I drink like a sailor and take my friend Tim's basketball uniform, which his coach made him pay to replace, to try to win the costume party."

"You're the worst person ever." Lauren fumed.

"I pretend that I just dress casual but I secretly love it when I turn heads so I wear tight and revealing clothes, even to early morning class." Tim continued.

"Oh yeah, well, I...." Lacey returned to her Tim voice "I have sex with gross groupies who wouldn't like me if I weren't a ridiculously over-rated basketball player who relies on his jump shot when he could post up anyone in the conference."

"Well, I don't know about you fine northern folk but I'm so insecure I can't stop braggin' about my academic acheivements even though everyone acknowledges I'm very bright."

"I'm a terrible dancer and nobody has the heart to tell me!" Lauren shouted as she did an imitation of the weird, jerky motions Tim had made the last time they'd all gone to a club together.

"I'm the worst pool player in the world and only ever win when my friend Tim scratches on the 8 ball! On purpose!"

Camila just shook her head and tried to go back to writing her paper. At the very least her friends insanity had gotten the thought of Lauren in her underwear off of her mind. At least for a bit. But now it was back, even as she heard them continue their dueling impressions down the hall. Camila put her glasses down and worried. She'd get over this crush. She was sure of it.