BLACK CRESCENT

CHAPTER FOUR (SMUT)

P A S T

D A Y 2

CAMILA

Brushing my teeth for what had to be the eighth time, I spun around, observing myself in the mirror, and dusting off the yellow button down shirt, and black skirt that I'd decided to wear.

I was so excited that I was shaking.

I was twenty-three, damn it. I should be past shaking like a schoolgirl at the thought of a woman coming over.

It seemed that no matter what I tried on, nothing looked good enough. My hair didn't look right, and I felt like if I ate or drank anything, I would need to brush teeth again. Plus, I was sure that I'd gained weight.

Get it together Camila. It's not like you both haven't done this already. Your clothes are fine. Your hair looks nice. And you've only gained a pound but that could just be stress...Right?

"I should change," I said to my reflection, as I turned and moved over to the closet. Before I could give my appearance another thought, the doorbell rang.

Shit.

Taking a deep breath, I forced myself to not give in to my absurd urge to bolt down the stairs. Pausing, I looked myself over in the mirror that stood in the entryway, and I rubbed my finger over my teeth relishing the clean squeak they gave off. Eighth time's the charm, I supposed. Then, taking a deep breath, I opened the door to what would prove to be the most pleasurable week of my life.

"Wow," she whispered.

"Now that's how you say hello." I beamed, taking in the sight of her. She wore a pair of casual, dark jeans and a Jacket. Her hands were behind her back and she rocked back and forth on her toes, grinning mischievously. I suspected that she was hiding something behind her back, but before I could question her about it, her grin widened as she brought forward a chilled bottle of wine for my inspection.

"You didn't have to bring anything," I told her, as I took the bottle from her hands.

"What type of house guest would I be if I showed up with empty hands? Besides, you just moved in, right?" she asked, as I made room for her to enter.

"Yeah. I moved most of boxes into the other rooms. It was just too much for me to sort through alone."

"If you need help, I'm great with a box cutter—shit, that sounded awful..."

I laughed, I couldn't help it. One moment she was overtly sexual, and the next, she was so cute and sweet, that it was hard to believe.

"It's fine," I told her. "Have you eaten? I ordered pizza because I felt that making dinner would be a little too—" I paused and made a face.

"Too relationship—y?" she finished with a grin. "Pizza's good."

Nodding, I headed for the kitchen, and she followed. I handed her a wine opener from one of the drawers, and turned around to reach up for the plates I had unpacked just this afternoon.

"Glasses?" she asked. "Or do you want to drink out of the bottle?"

"I'd say bottle, but I wouldn't want you to judge me, or get any ideas about the kind of girl I am," I teased.

"Honesty. I like that in a woman," she said, taking a swig before handing the bottle to me.

"Then let's get real honest," I said with a grin as I swallowed a mouthful of wine. "Do you really want to eat pizza right now?"

"Not even a little bit," she muttered.

Taking my hand and pulling me to her, she molded her lips onto mine, and as I tried to place the bottle on the counter, it slipped from my hand and shattered against the floor. Neither of us paid the bottle any heed, and as my hands moved up her neck, her hands slid down the length of my torso to the bottom of my thighs. Then, she lifted me up onto the kitchen table and ripped open my blouse.

"I liked that shirt," I complained, as she kissed down my neck.

"I liked that wine."

"Touché—Ah!" I hissed, as she gently bit the top of my breast whilst reaching inside my bra to tease my nipples. As I wrapped my legs around her, drawing her closer to me, I reached for her belt and began to unfasten it, but she stopped me.

"Not yet," she whispered, trailing kisses from my mouth all the way down to my bellybutton. With ease she took my skirt off, and her fingers played around with the lace of my underwear.

I gasped as she rubbed her fingers over me. Pushing the lace to the side, she continued trailing her kisses downward until her head lingered between my thighs. Grabbing onto her hair, I shivered as she licked me.