Superstition
Hey guys, it’s been over a year since I’ve written anything but I was feeling inspired... here’s some random camren for y’all, not really sure what the plot is... very small smut section. Love you!
It was my first time leaving baby Sofi at home alone, and I was doing it for three weeks. Sure, Sofi might be able to take care of herself, and also I really wanted to go on this study abroad trip, but still, I was nervous beyond words. Sofi had come along with me to the airport, like the good sister she was, and then it was time to say goodbye. She kissed my cheeks twice and then left me a phrase that was currently taunting me. “Remember, you need three kisses to stop a plane crash.”
Three kisses to stop a plane crash, is what Mamá had left us with at the airport back in Cuba when she kissed each of our cheeks three times before leaving us to fend for our own. Three kisses. Two of which Sofi had left me with. Two. Not three. So where the hell was I supposed to find the third one, Damn It! Mom had left us each with three- why couldn’t Sofi have done the same. Idiot sister. And no, it was not an option to just forget about that last kiss. I was superstitious, I’ll admit, and given all the bad experiences I’d had, I didn’t want to risk anything. I guess that might be why I was in my best clothes that I owned; a baby blue, collared Calvin Klein blouse tucked into a crisp black skirt that stopped just above my kneecaps. Under that I was wearing stockings, with my not so long legs extended by a pair of black stilettos.
Now finding people to kiss wasn’t so much of a problem. There were thousands in the airport at midday, many who were about my age and excited to go on vacations. And I wasn’t the most concerned about getting rejected. On the surface, I probably appeared to most people as a fairly attractive latina girl. I had some chocolate colored eyes, plump lips, and long brown hair that was flowing in waves down my back. I wouldn’t hesitate to say that I’m fairly well endowed in the butt section either- must have been all those years of cuban dances. No, the problem was all in the asking.
See, I’m definitely gay, but I knew that my chances of finding another gaybie in a Houston airport were very low, maybe even impossible, and even if there was another one, who’s to say they’d be willing? My eyes landed on a girl in leggings and a hoodie munching on some doritos with a bottle of sprite in her hand. Perfect. She had her long brown hair pulled into a ponytail, light shiny eyes covered with reading glasses, with an ass to match mine. Beautiful. I walked up to her before I could stop myself.
“Hi there, can I sit here?”
She looked up at me and put down her book. “Uh sure, no problem. I can go if you need?”
“No! Stay! I- I mean please, I would love if you kept me company! My name is Camila.”
And she smiled. Her smile was easy, wide, and her teeth sparkled in the light. “I’m Lauren,” she said, reaching across the table to shake my hand. But I was in need of a kiss so I figured, better start off with lots of touchy feely contact! I caught her by surprise with a hug and two kisses to the cheek.
“Nice to meet you from my country- Cuba,” I pulled back, gauging her reaction.
Her eyes twinkled- I swear! “Nice to meet you from my country Cuba also,” she smirked. She didn’t seem too shocked by my actions, so I thought I would step it up. Wait but… I already kissed her right? Or no… she had to kiss me. That was it. And how could I break it to her.
“Thank you, Lauren, I think you’re really cute,” I flirted. If she didn’t like that, she wasn’t interested. I was good at picking out gay girls, and fairly sure I’d found one.
Yep, I had. She was blushing hard. I only needed to know her for today, so may as well get to it, I supposed. “So Lauren, this is a pretty crazy request, I know, but I have to admit something to you. I’m in need of a favor.”
“Well tell me what it is and I’ll see what I can do.”
“I um… Well- when I was little, my mom taught me a superstitious good luck type of thingy… It’s not- It’s just…” I paused. “I- She said that to have a safe flight, I must get three kisses, and I realized that I forgot to ask my sister for a third when she dropped me off… Would you- I mean- I… If you’re interested, I was hoping you might be possibly willing to kiss me- but it’s totally fine if you don’t want to. Your choice, I swear!”
She laughed. Her laugh was so sweet, so soft, so- shoot stop day dreaming here idiot! “Sure thing Camz,” she teased, “where do you want it?”
I was shocked she was asking me, and managed to come out with “Preferably the lips but wherever you’re comfortable?”
So she did. Lauren cupped my chin with a gentle hand, and the pad of her thumb lightly brushed against my cheekbone. My eyes fluttered shut and I leaned forward, feeling her uneven breath on my lower lip. She leaned forward for the final stretch, and she kissed me. Her soft lips pressed against mine, and I could taste the doritos on her tongue as it made its way into my mouth. She pulled away for a breath, and I scrambled around to her side of the booth, invading her space as my arms wrapped around her waist, with hers grabbing my ass, and then we were full on making out. Our tongues classed for dominance, and I let her win as she willingly explored my mouth, making me whimper softly. She pulled away softly, blushing bright red at the attention we’d attracted. Then she packed up her stuff and went on her way. Damn Lauren.
Dreams of making her my girlfriend were destroyed as I blushed at the onlooking crowd and found my way towards the nearest restroom. My superstitions were satisfied, and I could now get on with my trip. I was to be meeting other members of my high school study abroad program headed to Brazil to study the marine biology at the mouth of the amazon river. Apparently they’d discovered the first coral reef in muddy water down south. The program wanted me to wear a bright orange shirt so others could find me, and I did put it on in the bathroom over my blouse, before looking for the gate I was headed towards. Gate 23. All I could think about was how disappointed I was to not get to see that girl again. Honestly, she was my first kiss, and I hoped I wasn’t so bad that she ran off because she could notice!
I found the gate and began to converse with the other kids wearing orange t-shirts. They were from all over the US, and the program leader, Alex, told me we were waiting on one more student and the other program leader, Lauren. My eyes widened at her name. There’s no way I’d just kissed my program leader, was there? No- she hadn’t been wearing an orange shirt like Alex was, and they were required to at all times. But this only made me yearn more for those flower-like lips that I was missing so much.
“Saudade,” I mumbled.
“Huh?” The girl asked to my left.
“Saudade- it’s in portuguese,” I responded. “I’ve been learning for the trip! Saudade is used to describe somebody or something that you really miss.”
“Oh, cool!” She smiled, before looking away.
I heard Alex talking to somebody whose voice sounded familiar, and then I looked to my left. It was her. Shit. My first instinct was to hide, but the same girl on my left looked at me funny so I just sat as still as a statue and hoped she wouldn’t see me. Of course she did. Lauren was going around, introducing herself to everyone when she locked eyes with me. Her eyes widened, and then she looked away, and continued with the introductions. When she got to me, you could tell she was faking it, but I acted just as much and then she went on, barely making eye contact with me. I felt bad, but it’s not as though I’d known that the girl I’d kissed would be my program leader! If I’d known, I never would have kissed her in the first place!
Once we boarded the plane, I found out it was just my luck to be in the window seat next to none other than Lauren. We’d somehow been placed in front of all of the others from our trip, and nobody we knew was around us, so she wanted to talk. I was scared.
“Camila, while it’s not your fault, nor mine, that we ended up kissing, I would like to know why you did not tell me that you’re not 18.”
“Lauren, I am 18. I mean I am 19. It’s just that on my birth certificate, they made a mistake and it says 17. When I moved from Cuba, I wanted to stay close to my sister so when the official guys asked me my age and my sister’s, I said that we were only three years apart, when we’re really five.”
“Okay, but legally, you’re not 18 so I could get in trouble for kissing you!”
“If anyone is concerned about age, I will argue with them until I win that it is the government’s fault I am listed as a minor when I should really be as a 19 year old.”
“You don’t understand though, my whole job and reputation is in jeopardy!”
“Is it really though? Nobody needs to find out!”
“But I think if anybody even finds out that I’m gay, that’d be a big enough problem itself!”
“I won’t let it happen, don’t worry.”
Lauren fell asleep eventually on my shoulder, and the rest of the long flight was spent counting her breaths.
Eventually we made it to our dorms, and I was sharing with two fun girls, Dinah and Normani. They were excited to talk, but even more excited to sleep, and eventually we collapsed into our beds, eager for what tomorrow would be bringing. We were supposed to get Scuba dive certified during this trip, and that might be the one thing I was looking forward to the most.
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Throughout the trip, Lauren had been leaving me with lingering touches and glances, and tonight I was going to put an end to it. It was eleven or so and my roomies were fast asleep when I crept out into the hallway, walking to the end where Lauren’s room was. I knocked twice, and smirked when she opened up in only a pair of boxers and a T-shirt. Totally gay. I pushed her into the room and shut the door behind me.
“Camz- you can’t do that!”
“Don’t worry, you’ll love it.”
With that, I pushed her onto her bed, making out with her every step of the way until I had her flat on the bed, shirt riding up and exposing those smooth but hard abs, evidence of her daily workouts. I tore off her shirt and licked my way into her cleavage, where she gasped and writhed for my tongue. Her hands tried to keep up with my movements, but all efforts were lost the minute my tongue met her nipple. I’d never done this before, but I was going along with her noises as my reinforcement, and the more I played with her nipples, the louder she got. Eventually she pulled my hand down into her boxers, and helped me rub her clit. I wasn’t dumb enough not to know how- I guess I was just too slow for what she needed.
Lauren moaned at my hand movements and I pulled her boxers down, daring to venture into very new territory for me. I sniffed out the area, dropping wet kisses everywhere my mouth met. Her thigh. Her navel. Her well trimmed curls. I got to the place of no returns and took one swift lick from the bottom of her core up to her navel. Her taste was sweet and tangy, and I went back for another. Mmmm, I just couldn’t get enough.
Eventually I graduated to licking her clit, something she seemed to appreciate, if her moans had any indication. She gripped my hair in her hands and came in my mouth without a warning and then that was that. She kicked me out.
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We went on like that, being fuck buddies, for another two weeks before it was time to leave. I’d had incredible experiences diving, but the most I’d taken from my trip was a deep love for Lauren. But it was to no avail. She only cared when it came to sex. Months later, I received an invitation in the mail. On the front it read, Save the date to Our Wedding. It was addressed to me. I double checked. Lauren was getting married to my best friend from the trip, yet after hearing about this, with no mention from either of them, I was furious.
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In the end I didn’t go to Lauren’s wedding. I also never kissed another stranger for a fucking superstition. True love cannot exist at first sight, no matter how good a kiss may be.