Camping trip
Pairing - innocent!reader x older!BillieEilish
Warning - age gap, oral, fingering, kinda public, idk what else
A/n - ‼️someone I really love on here deactivated her account idk what to do about it if anyone can explain please do im confused I’m new to this app‼️
You arrive at the cozy cabin nestled deep in the woods with your mom, her two best friends—Sarah and Lisa—and your close friend Mia. The group's weekend getaway was meant to be all about relaxing, hiking, and catching up, but as you step out of the SUV, your eyes lock onto Billie, your mom's friend who's always been around but never quite like this,in her 30s, with that striking look: pale skin, piercing blue eyes, messy dark hair falling over her baggy clothes. She's effortlessly cool, laughing with your mom as they unload bags.
You're 19—never really explored much beyond fumbling kisses with boys who didn't know what they were doing. Girls? That's just a confusing flutter in your stomach sometimes. But Billie... she's different. She's caught you staring before at family barbecues, flashing that sly smile that makes your cheeks burn.
'Hey, kiddo,' Billie says, handing you a cooler. Her fingers brush yours, lingering a second too long. 'Excited for girl time?' You nod shyly, mumbling, 'Yeah, it'll be fun.' Inside, your heart races. Mia nudges you, whispering, 'She's hot, right?' You blush, avoiding her eyes.
The cabin's warm with a crackling fire your mom starts. Everyone settles in: plates of burgers and s'mores around the wooden table. Laughter fills the air as stories flow—Sarah recounting wild college parties, Lisa teasing your mom about old crushes. Billie sits across from you, her foot grazing your calf under the table. Or was it accidental? She doesn't pull away, just smirks when you jolt.
'Pass the marshmallows, cutie,' she says, her voice low and playful. You hand them over, your hand trembling slightly. Her green eyes hold yours, intense. 'Thanks. You look good out here in the woods. All flushed.' Mia giggles beside you, oblivious, but a faint warmth spreads between your legs.
After dinner, the group plays cards by lamplight. Wine bottles empty, cheeks rosy. Billie leans back, hoodie unzipping just enough to show the curve of her small, firm breasts under a thin tank. 'Truth or dare?' Sarah suggests, turning it tipsy. Your mom picks truth, spilling embarrassing secrets. When it's your turn, Billie locks eyes. 'Truth, sweetie. Ever kissed a girl?'
The room quiets. You freeze, face on fire. 'N-no,' you stammer, honest. Mia hoots, 'Liar! What about that sleepover?' But Billie just smiles slow. 'Bet you'd be a natural.' Your mom laughs it off, changing the subject, but Billie's gaze lingers on you.
Night deepens. Everyone crashes in bunk rooms—your mom and friends in one, you and Mia in another. But you can't sleep, tossing with that ache low in your belly. A soft knock. 'Can't sleep?' Billie's whisper at your door. Mia's snoring lightly. You slip out, following Billie to the living room where embers glow.
She pats the couch. 'Sit. Talk to me.' You perch close, knees touching. The air smells like her—smoky vanilla. 'You're not like the others,' you say softly. 'Always make me feel... seen.' Her hand rests on your thigh, casual at first. 'That's 'cause I see you, baby girl. That innocent blush? It's cute.'
Your breath hitches. Her fingers trace higher, denim rasping. 'Billie... what if they hear?' She leans in, lips brushing your ear. 'Then we'll be quiet.' You whimper, thighs clenching. She's so close, her chest pressing your arm.
She cups your chin, thumb on your lip. 'Open up, pretty. Let me taste.' You part your lips, and her tongue slides in slow, exploring wet and deep. You melt, kissing back tentatively, hands on her waist. 'Your mouth's so sweet,' she murmurs.
Her hand slips under your shirt, palming your breast, thumb circling your nipple till it pebbles. You gasp into her mouth. 'Billie... feels so good. Touch me more.' Emboldened, you squeeze her ass, firm and round. She grinds against your leg, heat building.
But footsteps creak—Mia stirring? Billie pulls back, eyes dark. 'Not here. Meet me outside by the lake in ten. Wear nothing under.' She slips away, leaving you panting, nipples hard, core throbbing.
You wait, heart pounding, then sneak out into the cool night. She's there, hoodie off, just tank and jeans, silhouetted by moonlight. 'Good girl,' she purrs, pulling you into the shadows. Hands roam free now—hers yanking your shirt up, mouth latching onto your breast, sucking gently. 'These are perfect.'
You arch, fingers in her hair. 'That feels so good, Billie.' She drops to her knees, peeling your shorts down. Your smooth slit glistens. 'So pretty.' Her tongue flicks your clit, slow circles building warmth.
You buck, stifling moans. 'Oh...Don't stop.' She laps deeper, fingers spreading your folds, dipping inside lightly. Tension coils as she teases you, but she stops just short. 'Not yet, baby. Save it for tomorrow. When the others hike, we'll sneak back.'
She stands, kissing you softly. 'Think about me tonight.'
Back in bed, you ache for more, knowing tomorrow promises heat.
Sorry if this is not good I just wanted to post something
