Camila swallowed harshly as she watched the cheerleaders dancing out on the floor of the gymnasium during the pep rally. She could feel the sweat beading along her hairline, her hips twitching uncomfortably against the growing ache between her thighs, but she couldn’t take her eyes off the flashes of tanned skin revealed by the skimpy cheerleading uniform as one cheerleader in particular danced.
Sam’s concern was a both welcome and mildly infuriating distraction but she smiled wanly at him. “I’m fine, Sam.”
"You sure?" He looked worried. "You’re like seriously pale. Maybe you should go to the bathroom or the nurse or something. Get some fresh air."
She opened her mouth to protest but her eyes widened as she felt a disturbing twinge between her legs. “I, um… perhaps you’re right. I’m just going to go to the restroom but I’ll be back, okay?” She shifted her letterman jacket in her lap as she moved to get up from her seat in the bleachers.
"Cool. Don’t worry about Bieste either, okay? I’ll handle her. We can’t have our best chance at winning our homecoming game sidelined with some kinda stomach bug right now after all." He grinned at her as he got up to let her out.
"R-right," she stammered, forcing a smile as she kept her jacket held against her waist and moved to the stairs as quickly as possible. "Thanks again, Sam."
"No prob. Just feel better."
She nearly signed in relief as she managed to make her way out of the gymnasium towards the bathroom as the Cheerios headed back to their place in the bleachers. She shuffled as she walked, slightly hunched over to keep the red and white jacket over her crotch, and looked pained, but it just kept the teachers from stopping her as she muttered “bathroom” and pushed through the heavy doors. She never noticed a certain cheerleader frowning and slipping out to follow her.
Camila was nearly in tears when she got into the bathroom and was able to throw her jacket over the door of the handicap stall, revealing the painful bulge straining against the front of her skirt. Pulling the zipper down, she shimmied out of the skirt and special underwear and nearly collapsed against the cool tile of the wall with a low groan of relief as her erection sprang free. She leaned against the wall for a long moment before letting a hand slide down over her reindeer sweater to grasp the base just above the balls and start stroking.
It always happened like this. She’d be minding her own business, then she’d catch a glimpse of Lauren’s hips or her stomach - not even anything truly scandalous, which was even more frustrating - and it was like Little Camila just had to sit up and try to get a look for itself. It was frustrating enough with how much bigger Little Camila got every time it got excited, but for it to be getting so excited around Lauren?
She let out a low moan as she felt her cock twitch in her hand, her eyes falling closed as she envisioned the glimpse of Lauren’s ass she’d caught and stroked a little faster. She’d never thought the girl would be so daring as to wear just a thong instead of her spankies, but she just knew she’d seen firm, tanned skin topping her thighs when her skirt flared up at the end of their routine. She was so preoccupied with trying to get herself off, she didn’t hear the soft scrape of a nail file in the lock of the stall. Didn’t hear the click of the lock disengaging or the squeak of the door as it opened.
"Damn, Cabello. I never thought I’d actually catch you - what the fuck?" The nail file clattered to the ground as Lauren’s eyes widened in shock at the site of the massive erection sprouting from Camila’s groin. "H-holy shit! Is… is that?"
Flustered, Camila let go of herself, though she was so close the seven inches of her dick didn’t fall much, pointing directly at Lauren. Despite the blush covering her cheeks, she tried to compose herself. “I believe the technical term is penis and testicles and yes, it is. I imagine you’re going to say something truly vile about me now?”
"I… you… you have a fucking dick?"
She sighed, planting her fists on her hips, which made her cock bob in Lauren’s direction as if it was nodding at her in exasperation as well - a fact that disturbed the girl to no end. “Honestly, Lauren. It’s not entirely difficult to believe your eyes, now is it? Yes, I was born with masculine genitalia, so I suppose your snide remarks were more accurate than you believed. Also, before you ask, yes, it works, now if you don’t mind,” her fingers wrapped around the thick shaft again, palm sliding over smooth skin as she watched Lauren almost defiantly - studiously ignoring the anxious pounding in her chest as she stared her down, “I was in the middle of working it as it were when you so rudely barged it, so I’d like to get back to that of you don’t mind.”
Lauren just stared in opened mouthed shock as Camila’s small hand slid up and down her thick member. “I…you,” she stammered, at once for a loss for words. “What the fuck are you doing?”
Camila’s head fell back against the tiled wall as she let her jaw drop on a whimper of pleasure, wringing her hand around her circumcised head. Her eyes were half open as she watched Lauren staring fixedly at her cock as she jerked off, pleasure building faster than usual at the feeling of the dark eyes fixed on her biggest secret. “I believe the term is,” she paused as her breath caught at the feeling of her balls tightening to let out a tiny gush of cum from the tip, “m-masturbating. I’d think you’d be familiar.”
Lauren’s mouth shut with an almost audible snap as she shifted, her thighs pressing together to try and give herself some relief from the hot wetness beginning to soak through her thong. “I know what it is, you little freak! What I don’t know is why you’re doing it here in front of me!”
"Why not?" she gasped out, her hips surging in response to the tight feeling in her stomach. "You broke in here and it’s your f-fault anyway." She was close and Lauren being right there in front of her was making it hard to hold onto control.
"Bullshit." She snorted. "I’m not responsible for that."
Camila let out a low moan that seemed to snake from Lauren’s ears to settle in the pit of her stomach. “A-always have been before. That,” she panted for breath, knowing she was on the edge, “that… unh… That thong…!”
With thong, she lost control, her head pressing back into the wall as her back arched as she tumbled over into the most intense orgasm she’d ever experienced. She gasped hard as thick ropes of cum shot out of the tip of her cock, splattering on Lauren’s pale legs as she kept pumping. Lauren stared wide-eyed in appalled shock, unable to believe her legs were covered in Camila Cabello’s cum.
"Oh my God!" She hissed, but didn’t move from her spot to do anything more than rub her thighs together harder. She hated to admit it, but watching Camila jerk off in front of her was possibly one of the hottest things she’d ever seen.
Panting, Camila glared at her. “What? Never had someone do that to you before? I’m shocked.”
Shaking herself out of her aroused daze, Lauren glared at her. “So you’re just as much a tranny as Ariana said,” she finally got out.
Camila growled low in her throat before tearing off her sweater and bra, leaving herself in nothing but her knee high socks and Mary Janes. Lauren couldn’t seem to force herself to do anything but stare at the perky breasts with their tight nipples over the hard abs of the school quarterback.
"They’re real. Satisfied?" Camila snapped, coming over and taking one of Lauren’s hands and pressing it firmly over her breast, trying to restrain the whimper that came at the touch. "Or do you need more proof?"
"W-what the hell are you doing, freak?" Lauren stammered, trying to pull away but not pulling hard enough to break the grip Camila had on her even though she could.
"Was watching not enough?" she asked, a tone of demand entering her voice as she reached out for Lauren’s other hand and pressed it to her already hardening again member. "Do you need more hands on experience?"
"N-no! Cut it out," she protested, but weakly, not making any real effort to get away from the smaller girl.
"I don’t think you want me to," Camila whispered, a growing sense of confidence in the situation overwhelming her initial fear of Lauren knowing her secret. "I think you want me to pull that thong off and take you like the slut you are," she said, letting go of Lauren’s hands - and noting with a growing sense of amusement and arousal that they continued to move on her body without her direction - to reach under her skirt and finger the waistband of the red thong.
"I don’t," she mumbled, but it wasn’t convincing as her legs spread to allow Camila’s hand to slide between them to cup her dripping core.
Camila snorted, feeling the arousal coating her fingers. “That’s a lie and we both know it. You want me to take you.” She sounded almost astonished by this revelation. “Right here in a public bathroom where anyone could walk in.” She pulled away only to push Lauren back towards the sinks, stalking after her completely comfortable in her skin, erection bobbing proudly with each step. “You really are a slut aren’t you? Just wanting sex all the time…”
"I…I’m not," Lauren protested weakly, bumping up against the sink, unable to take her eyes off Camila, feeling more and more turned on by the dominance she was displaying.
"You are." Camila shook her head with a smirk, almost unable to believe this was happening. "But don’t worry," she whispered, pushing Lauren to hop up on the sink before reaching out to push up her skirt and shove her soaked thong to the side, exposing her swollen lips, "I’ll take care of you."
"W-what are you going to do?" she asked, leaning back against the mirror as Camila ran her fingers between Lauren’s folds to stroke her clit almost idly before pulling her towards her and running the thick head of her cock between her lips.
"I would think it would be obvious, Lauren." She looked up at her, her brown eyes dark with desire. "I am going to fuck you." As the coarse word slid off her lips, she thrust her entire length into Lauren in one smooth thrust.
Lauren let out a sharp cry at the intrusion, her head falling back against the mirror as her legs spread to let Camila go deeper. “N-no! I don’t want to!”
"You lie a lot," Camila growled, gripping her hips hard enough to bruise and slamming into her again and again. "I don’t like it. Do it again and I’ll punish you."
"B-bullshit," she groaned, rocking into the thrusts. Her eyes were closed and her head tilted back to press against the mirror. "You," she panted, "you don’t have the balls to p-punish me, Cabello."
Suddenly Camila’s fingers were on her clit, giving it a vicious twist and making her cry out even as her hips bucked up. “Who doesn’t have the balls here?” she said, biting off her words with hard, rough thrusts. “I could report you for breaking into my stall to ogle me using the facilities.”
Lauren almost sneered. “W-where you were jerking off.”
Camila stopped moving and suddenly pulled out, making Lauren whimper in protest as she yanked her off the sink. “It’s not a crime to take care of a bodily function in private,” she reminded her, spinning her around and bending her over the sink. Flipping her skirt up, she gave Lauren only a moment to wonder what was happening before her hand flashed down and slapped the smooth globes of the girl’s ass stingingly hard.
"Ow! What the actual fuck, Camila!" She tried to jerk up, but Camila had the leverage and pushed her back down.
"That was for breaking in on me," she snapped, her hand raising to slap her again, causing another cry and an embarrassing surge of arousal in the other girl. "And that was for watching me." Another slap. "For the slushies." Another. "The names."
It went on for a little while longer, until Lauren’s ass was hot and red and tears were streaming down her cheeks. “I’m sorry,” she choked out, in pain but turned on all at once. “I’m sorry…”
"I forgive you," Camila murmured, leaning down to press soft kisses and gentle strokes to the tender flesh. "I’m sorry I was so harsh. Do you want me to finish what was happening before?" she asked gently.
The change in attitude surprised Lauren but she took in a shuddering breath and nodded. “P-please.”
"What do you want me to do?" Camila asked. "And no lying."
It took a moment to calm her shaky breath enough, but eventually she licked her lips and whispered, “I want you to fuck me.”
"What was that? I couldn’t quite hear you. And be polite or I’ll have to punish you again."
"No…please. I, um," she swallowed harshly, pulling in her wounded pride, "I want you to t-take me, Camila. Please."
Nodding, she stepped up behind her and pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder. “Since you asked so nicely, how could I not?” She stroked herself back hard again - it didn’t take much, she was oddly aroused by punishing the girl - and carefully lined her swollen head up with her entrance.
"P-please," she asked again, on the verge of begging as she clung to the sink, so turned on it was like a fire between her thighs. "I… I need you. Please…"
Not needing any more encouragement, Camila pushed into her, the tip of her massive cock just lightly touching Lauren’s cervix when her balls slapped against her vulva. “Watch,” she murmured, guiding Lauren’s eyes to the full length mirror on the wall beside them.
As she watched, Camila began to slowly began to fuck her, gradually gathering speed and force until she was driving into her and her hands were digging into her hips brusingly hard again. She couldn’t tear her eyes away from the sight of that thick glistening shaft pistoning in and out of her body or the way Camila’s pert breasts jiggled as her balls swung up to slap Lauren. Her breath came in gasps and moans as Lauren tumbled faster and faster towards orgasm as Camila somehow managed to rub the bottom of her shaft over her g-spot time and again.
"I’m g-going to come," Camila groaned, doing her best to keep up the pace of her wild fucking. "Do you want me to… in you?"
Lauren could only grunt, the air driven out of her by the sink. When Camila gave a light swat to her tender ass, she gasped out “y-yes!” and squeezed her eyes shut against the orgasm she could feel rushing over her.
Camila let go with a loud cry of release, freezing as she shot her second load deep into Lauren’s core. Barely a second later, Lauren froze, her walls milking Camila for all she had as she climaxed so hard her own cum squirted out of her, splashing the sink. Camila slumped against her back, holding onto her weakly for a moment before her softening dick slid out of the other girl.
Letting go, she stepped to the paper towel dispenser on shaky legs and pulled a handful before wetting them in a sink and starting to carefully mop herself off before cleaning up Lauren. “Are you okay?” she whispered as she worked, finishing with carefully placing the thong back in place.
"Fine," she snapped, trying to compose herself.
Camila raised a brow but headed back into the handicap stall to redress herself. When she came out, straightening her letterman jacket on her shoulders, Lauren was fixing her make up in the mirror. She glanced at her in the reflection and licked her lips.
"So…do I get to wear that now?" she asked, nodding at the jacket.
"My letterman?" Camila sounded confused.
"No, the stupid reindeer sweater." Lauren rolled her eyes. "Yes, your letterman. Did you take lessons from Keaton on how to be an idiot or something?"
"No and I’ll only give one warning that I don’t want any more insults from you, Lauren." She frowned into the mirror, adjusting the way her hair laid over the shoulder of the jacket.
"Because I believe the tradition is for a jock to give his letterman to his girlfriend to wear, Lauren. Now if you don’t mind, I believe the assembly is coming to a close and I need to be getting to class." Camila began heading to the door, pausing with her hand on the handle when she heard Lauren call out to her again.
"I know that. Now, like I said, do I get to wear it now or not?"
Camila glanced back over her shoulder and took in the uncertain hopefulness in Lauren’s face with a shy smile that was very at odds with her dominance from earlier. “Maybe. If you can be good.”
Then she was gone out the door and Lauren was smiling more than smirking at her reflection as she finished her make up. “I think I can handle that.”
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