'I felt how wet you were Camila. Was that all for me?' She slowly moved her hands to the back of my dress, toying with the zipper.
'Lauren, we shouldn't-'
'Answer me' she demanded, biting my neck harshly; making my pussy throb
'Fu- yes!'
'That's what I thought'
She moved her lips along my jawline, taking care to kiss every inch of my neck before she rested her forehead on mine.
'Do you want this Camila?' She whispered, her hands raking up and down my body 'do you want me?'
Do I want Lauren? I mean obviously I do; but, not like this, not in a bathroom stall. Call me old fashioned but I'd rather have my first time with someone I love and not on a toilet seat.
'Lauren-'
I was interrupted by my phones ringtone cutting through our moment. With a frustrated sigh I picked up the metal object, much to Lauren's dismay.
'Hello?'
'Hey Mila' I groaned quietly at Austins annoying voice.
'Oh hey Austin' I smirked, amused while Lauren rolled her eyes at the mention of his name.
'What's up?' I asked
'Where are you? I called to your house but your mom said you were on a trip with Mrs. Jauregui?'
'Oh... yeah. She told us when you were in detention. I guess- OH fuck' I moaned, Lauren sucking harshly on my neck; grinding her hips against mine.
'What's wrong?'
'N-nothing. Austin I'll call- you b-back later' I looked down and saw Lauren looking back at me like a feline.
'Are you sure?'
'Yes! Yes, I'm sure I'm just a little busy' I stuttered, feeling Lauren grab my legs to wrap around her waist; suspending me off the floor.
'Well, I guess I'll txt you tom-'
'Ok bye!' I hung up my phone and threw it back into my bag.
'I hate that boy' Lauren growled, squeezing my waist possessively
'You sound jealousy Mrs. Jauregui' I smirked playfully.
'I don't like sharing what's mine' she whispered, biting my earlobe making me gasp.
'Am I yours Lauren?' I teased, grabbing her neck harshly.
'No one else's. You remember that the next time he's fucking you with his shrivelled up little dick. Remember how skilled my hands are, how skilled my tongue is'
I closed my eyes, biting my lip to hold back a moan that threatened to escape from my throat.
'Well, too bad you won't get the chance to show me'
'What's that supposed to mean?' She muttered
'It means. Your not fucking me in a bathroom' I smiled sweetly, looking down at her. She gently put me back on the floor before reaching under my dress, tentatively slow she put her hands inside my panties, slowly rubbing up and down my wet folds; making my body quiver and shake.
