Trials and Tribulations

Chapter 82 (part 2)

"What does it look like I'm doing?" Camila asked; her voice low and seductive, her eyes fixed meaningfully on her girlfriends as

she slipped out of her sandals, kicking them carefully to one side as she started in Lauren's direction. Lauren gulped, swallowing hard as Camila reached down and started unfastening the button on her denim shorts, her previous clumsiness apparently no longer an issue as her fingers worked deftly and without difficulty. She shook her hips carefully from side to side as she teasingly tugged down the top of the material so that it sat just below her hip bones and Lauren felt her face flush with heat as her eyes roamed the sight of Camila's exposed flesh. She released a slow breath, her hands itching to make contact with it, to feel it beneath her fingers, her body throbbing wantonly at just the mere thought of Camila lowering the material further, of revealing even more than was already on display. As if reading her girlfriend's mind, the smaller girl pushed her shorts down until they slipped over her thighs and easily down her lithe legs, only coming to a stop at her ankles when there was nowhere else for them to go. Camila stepped out of them easily, leaving them abandoned on the carpet as she continued to walk, one painfully slow step at a time, towards the still shellshocked girl. Lauren felt her skin start to tingle with anticipation as the distance between them began to grow even smaller and she felt giddy at the prospect of Camila's delicate touch caressing her skin. "Camz..." Lauren objected quietly, her conviction lacking when her semi- naked girlfriend was standing so close. "We can't do this right now..." she halfheartedly protested, her words escaping her lips

as nothing more than a breathy exhalation. "Yes. We can." She stated with a sense of finality that Lauren felt compelled not to argue with. Camila's eyes were smouldering, the pupils so dilated that they appeared black in comparison to their normal brown. They were watching Lauren keenly, ravishing her, burning deep in to her soul so that she couldn't shake the feeling that she were the one standing there naked despite being acutely aware that she wasn't, that it was her girlfriend who was so confidently offering up her body for scrutiny. "No," Lauren blew out, closing her eyes tightly. "We can't." she said, desperate to remove herself from the situation, to stop it from escalating any further, painfully aware that there were more than thirty people gathered downstairs in her backyard. "Don't worry," Camila whispered, leaning forward so that her mouth lingered so close to Lauren's ear that the words tickled it pleasurably and caused the hair on the back of her neck to stick up in response. "I've taken care of everything." "What do you mean?" Lauren questioned, opening her eyes as Camila's lips met the side of her neck tauntingly. Lauren shuddered agreeably at the contact, tilting her head in the opposite direction reflexively and baring it further. She instantly regretted the automatic move however, when Camila took advantage and started trailing soft, delicate kisses along the length of it, her lips following a path to the hollow of her throat. "I mean, no one is coming to look

for us," she replied, her voice still low and raspy as she mumbled the words against Lauren's neck and began sliding her hands up against her girlfriend's sides, brushing over the fabric of her shirt with undisguised purpose. "Our parents..." Lauren puffed out; using every ounce of selfcontrol that she could muster not to reach out and reciprocate, her hands twitching traitorously as they hung suspended in the air at her sides. She balled them both in to fists, pressing the fingers firmly in to the palms so that her nails dug in to the skin. "...think we've gone to pick up Clare," Camila finished the thought before Lauren could, her hands peeling off her girlfriend's shirt and slipping it back over her shoulders whilst her lips pressed against one of her now uncovered collarbones. Camila's hands, glided down Lauren's arms until they reached the cuffs of the shirt and she pulled down on them, tugging them over her girlfriend's wrists so that they were now loose. "My car though..." she gasped as Camila's mouth found its way to the middle of her chest. "Ally's taken it." Camila reassured her, lifting her gaze to meet Lauren's piercing green eyes, a searching question in her own as her hands made their way back to the top of the taller girls' shirt. "She has?" Lauren questioned and Camila nodded her head, slithering her girlfriend's shirt lower over the back of her arms so that it were almost completely removed. Lauren raised her arms up out of the sleeves helpfully so that the garment was no longer constricting them and Camila tossed it aside gratefully. "She's going to be gone at least