"Wh-What are you doing?" Lauren's hesitant whisper cut through a swell of music that surrounded them; the movie they were in was coming to a dramatic point, where the two lovers would meet after quite some time apart.
Some nearby people glanced at the two of them, annoyed briefly by Lauren speaking, but this did not deter Camila, whose hand was creeping up her short skirt. She was looking at Camila and biting her lip, clearly conflicted.
Camila still called herself straight; she did not look at women and think about how she wanted to kiss them, or have sex with them, or take them out on dates. When she looked at Shawn, her heartbeat sped up, and she had all of these... nurturing thoughts. And she fantasized about guys constantly. It seemed pretty obvious that she was thoroughly gay. But there was-something about Lauren that was irresistible to her. She'd only lasted a week after that sober kiss before she'd found herself calling the raven haired girl, and asking if she wanted to catch a movie that Friday.
And then she had bought her dinner, and dropped her off at home, and Lauren had said, "Did we just go on a date?"
Camila responded with, "I think so," and then she'd leaned forward and kissed her, hard.
"My parents aren't coming back until late," Lauren said, and promptly dragged her up to her bed, maybe to prove to Camila that she was not, in fact, as straight as she thought.
Ever since, they had gone out once a week, much to Shawn's immense disdain. She and Camila were tentatively starting a relationship, and-Camila knew it was wrong, to fuck Lauren's brains out once a week when she was still moving slowly with Shawn, hesitating to take her hand in front of everyone else at school, hesitating to touch her lightly. It wasn't that their chasteness frustrated her at all; she was grateful for it, too, because she was just as inexperienced as Shawn was. But she was pulled towards Lauren; there was an undeniable magnetic attraction there that she couldn't ignore.
Shawn had no idea what happened on these "dates" with Lauren. She thought all that happened was that Camila took Lauren to a cheesy rom-com (which she did) and then they bought some cheap food, and Camila dropped her off at home with nothing more than a wave. She could not be any more wrong, of course.
"I'm seducing you," Camila whispered back, her attention on the movie gone as she leaned to her left and nudged Lauren's chin up to kiss her neck. She let out a small sigh, the same one she always did; it told Camila that Lauren was merely allowing her to kiss her, and she was grateful every time.
"You don't have to seduce me," Lauren murmured, hitching her leg up and over the armrest to give Camila further access to her thighs, which she took advantage of, merely touching them lightly, so that she shivered.
There was something so appealing about the gentle, shy way that Lauren still responded when she made the first move, like the taller girl couldn't believe she was letting her have her again. And she probably shouldn't, either; they hadn't spoken a word to one another about what this relationship was to them-well, Lauren had called Camila her 'best friend' last week, which made her oddly emotional-but that was hardly enough to describe their entire relationship. It probably wasn't healthy to have this friend-sex buddy relationship, especially when Lauren had had so many problems with girls already-but neither of them seemed inclined to stop.
Camila caught Lauren's lower lip between her teeth and bit gently until she cried out-quietly, but loud enough for people to look, again, and roll their eyes at the way they carried on. But they didn't get it, Camila thought; they didn't feel the unmitigated sexual chemistry between them. If they had it with someone, they wouldn't be able to sit through a movie, either.
Her thumb found Lauren's clit, over her panties, and she rubbed softly, slowly enough so that she wouldn't get too worked up. After all, she couldn't reduce her to a writhing sex machine in the middle of the movie theater. Although Camila would have liked to.
