Lush Life: Ana & Camila

The rain absolutely refused to let up, much like yesterday. A two day downpour in summer was rare, but a two day downpour in Southern California was exceedingly rare. Ana and I spent the day lazing around, knowing that dinner was the only thing on the schedule.

Ana had lit a few candles around the living room before Camila arrived. She'd been quiet most of the afternoon, but focused, like she had something on her mind. I thought about my phone, but I didn't ask. I didn't need to ask because she didn't. I figured it was better to assume Ana saw nothing, than to pressure her and instantly out myself as guilty. Camila entered our home at around six, a smile on her pretty face and her body draped in a heavy raincoat. We introduced ourselves again, but Camila was eager to get cooking as soon as possible.

That left me with getting the wine from the basement.

Camila was standing in the kitchen when I came back with the wine, humming to herself as she stirred something on the stove. She looked good. Her phenomenal, shapely figure wrapped in a tight deep red dress that clung to her body and shone when the light hit it just right.

"You let Ana do all the work, huh?" Camila teased.

"She doesn't exactly let me in the kitchen when she's serious about something."

"I don't bite." Camila said with a smirk, holding up the spoon like a shield.

"Understood." I nodded.

We exchanged a few more words and whether you believe me or not, we weren't flirting. Ana stepped in, just to watch. She didn't say much, her eyes more reading our movements than adding to our conversation. When dinner was finished and all the plates were cleared, we wound up in the living room. Camila sat across from me on the end of the couch, legs crossed with a casual swing in her foot.

"So... Esposo... What'd you do before you met Ana?" Camila asked, taking a little sip of wine with a grin.

"Working. Doing as much as I could to break into the industry. Depressed." I shrugged.

"Depressed?" Camila asked, her eyebrows raising slightly.

"I mean I was young, broke, and had no friends. Who wouldn't be?" I asked.

"But then you met my lovely Ana. She's a lifesaver, isn't she?" Camila chuckled.

"Oh yeah. I met her. Then I got a big break thanks to her... then my life changed."

"She's magnetic. Always has been." Camila grinned.

I looked over at Ana, lounging in the seldom used corner chair. She had her legs tucked underneath her, sipping her wine like this was just any other night. But I could tell she was tuned in to every word.

"That's one word for her," I said. Ana said so much with just a glance. Camila leaned forward slightly. Her eyes were warmer now, just a touch of wine-softened glow in them.

"How long's it been?" she asked.

"Jeez... uh..." I paused. "We met in 2014 when I was driving cabs. Four years."

"That's impressive." Camila said, a slight hint of envy in her voice.

"We make it work." I said.

"It's open, right?" Camila asked.

I paused. Not because it was a secret, I just didn't know where the question was going.

"We're honest. We trust each other." Ana said.

I felt the weight of her words settle over the room. Not heavy, just enough to notice.

"That's rare." Camila said slowly, another tip of the glass to her lips as she relaxed deeper into the couch. Ana hadn't moved, just sipping in silence.

The rain was still falling hard, thunder booming across the sky and keeping us trapped indoors. Camila was still talking, something about Italy, I think, a trip she took last year with some friends, but I found myself drifting. Not from boredom. Just something else tugging at the edges of my attention.

Ana. I desperately wanted to know if she saw what I thought she saw yesterday. If she did, I wanted to know what she said. I'd seen my phone since then, but I always kept my 'show messages read' option off. Now I was deeply regretting it.

She hadn't said much since dinner. Not more than a few comments, a half-smile here and there. She sat across the room like she wasn't part of the conversation but didn't need to be. She twirled her wine around in her hand, deep in thought. I caught her watching me. I could tell she wasn't angry. But she wasn't exactly overjoyed either.

I shifted in my seat a little, suddenly more aware of how I was sitting. More aware of the space between me and Camila. Her laughs were still easy, friendly and innocent, but I felt her heat radiating off of me. Ana took another sip, her eyes lowering just slightly before meeting mine again.

Camila stood to refill her glass, brushing past me with a soft "excuse me." She smelled like vanilla and peaches. I watched her move toward the kitchen, her wide, womanly hips swaying beneath the expensive satin. I looked back at Ana.

"Go for it, papi... I know you want her." Ana said.

"Isn't this more your forte, love?" I asked.

"Sure. Doesn't mean you can't do it without me." Ana grinned.

Camila came back to the kitchen with a full glass, her body rocking back and forth to a gentle rhythm she was humming to herself.

"I almost poured it into a coffee mug," she said, grinning. "Couldn't find the stupid cabinet."

She flopped back into her spot. Her legs sprawled a little more causing her dress to shift higher along her caramel thighs. She didn't bother adjusting it. Maybe she didn't notice. Or maybe she didn't care.

"You're so quiet..." Camila smirked, her true accent seeping through.

"I usually get sleepy when I eat good food." I said, patting my stomach. It was very apparent to me and clearly funny to Ana that I was struggling.

"Mmmhh thanks for the compliment. I knew I had to whip up a family recipe for such a special occasion." Camila said.

Ana didn't move. She was like a statue, the only movement coming from her occasional sip. Camila tucked her legs beneath her and curled into the cushion beside me, even closer than before. Her thigh grazed mine and she didn't pull away. Just smiled and took another sip. Camila was glowing, not just from the wine, but from the mood. The rain, the candles, the warmth of the room. The energy Ana created without a word.

"I don't usually drink this much," Camila laughed to herself. "But this feels... nice."

"It does," I said, loosening up just the right way. It was the weight of Ana's gaze combined with Camila's provocative body.

"You're cute when you're tipsy." Ana smirked.

"I'm not tipsy." Camila lied.

"You're pouring with your left hand and you're right-handed."

Camila laughed again, but there was a flicker of self-awareness behind it now. She sat up a little straighter, brushing her hair behind her ear.

"Okay. Maybe a little."

"That's fine. You wear it well." Ana said like it was a fact.

"You two always this intense when you drink?"

"Only when the company's worth it." Ana said, setting her wine glass down.

She finally decided to help.

"This is not what I expected tonight." Camila said softly, staring into her wine glass.

"What did you expect?" Ana asked, a coy grin on her pretty face.

"I don't know. Just dinner. A rainy night. A few drinks and some stories. Just meeting your Esposo and talking about movies."

Ana stood up and made her way towards us. She didn't sit beside me. She stood behind the couch, resting a hand on my shoulder as her fingers slid across the fabric of my shirt.

"Things don't always stay where you put them," she said.

Camila blinked again. Something clicked. Her gaze dipped to Ana's hand on my shoulder. Then back up to Ana's face. No words were spoken as Ana sauntered towards the kitchen. Camila silently stared at me with dark eyes. She was still curled close beside me, fingers lightly circling the rim of her wine glass. I could tell she was thinking about what just happened but didn't want to be the one to name it first. Ana returned carrying a plate in both hands. On it sat a small white and red velvet cake. No candles, no decoration.

"When did you bake a cake?" Camila asked, beating me to it.

"Not tonight. I ordered it this morning." Ana smiled smugly.

She set it down on the coffee table in front of us and took her time slicing it. The sound of the knife sliding through the frosting, the slow pull of it lifting the first piece, was far too sensual for something so innocent.

"You planned this?" Camila asked, intensely watching Ana.

Ana handed her a plate. "I wanted something soft. Something good at the end of a long day."

Camila looked at the cake, then back up at her. "You always plan this far ahead?"

Ana didn't answer immediately. She served me next, then herself. Then she sat down next to me, her leg brushed mine. Her hip resting just close enough for me to feel her.

"I like preparing for what I want." Ana said.

Camila said nothing, taking a bite, her thick lips curling around the fork.

"Oh my *God* that's good." Camila moaned, white cream shuffling around in her mouth.

"I knew you'd like it."

I took a bite too. The cake was delicious, but Ana's fingers found my knee beneath the table, distracting me from fully enjoying my bite.

"This is dangerous... You two getting me all drunk and happy with cake..." Camila huffed, leaning back into the couch.

"Dangerous how?" Ana asked, taking another sip of her wine.

Camila paused. Then... the shift happened.

"You know exactly how, mami..." Camila said, her eyes locked onto Ana.

Ana's hand was still resting on my knee, her thumb moving in tiny circles through the fabric of my slacks.

"You look pretty tonight." Ana said easily.

"I'm in a backup dress." Camila laughed after a long pause.

"You wear it like it was made for you," Ana said, sipping her wine again. "All those soft curves and no seams fighting back."

Camila glanced down, self-conscious for the first time since dinner, tugging lightly at the hem. But her smile was real. Real and happy.

"You're both very charming," she said softly.

Ana leaned in slightly, resting her chin in her hand. "Only with people who deserve it."

"You really do look beautiful," I added.

Camila exhaled like she'd been holding her breath. Her fingers brushed her own knee absentmindedly, her body curling just slightly inward, unsure of what to do with all the softness coming at her from both sides. Ana reached out and tucked a loose strand of hair behind Camila's ear. Camila froze.

"C'mon mami, let yourself be the center of attention. We're not Hollywood. We're your friends." Ana said, her accent dripping like a leaky faucet. Camila blushed hard and leaned forward, letting Ana work her magic. Just like she always did. Ana's fingers moved again, her fingers running slowly over Camila's jaw.

"Let us look at you."

Camila opened her eyes slowly, meeting Ana's gaze, then mine. I shifted closer on the couch, my knees brushing hers. My hand moved from the nape of her neck and down, my fingertips going over her collarbone and across her chest. I watched her body react, each new inch of touch loosening her a little more. The way her lips parted. The way her thighs shifted, just slightly, to allow more room. She was warm all over now. We got her.

Ana leaned in and kissed her. A smooth easy kiss with just lips. That was my cue. I slipped lower. My hand traveled slowly, sliding down her dress. Camila spread her legs for me. I rested my hand on her inner thigh, feeling the warmth there. My thumb drew lazy circles through the fabric, teasing the seam of her dress where it rode up against the curve of her body. Ana kissed her again. Her other hand came up to cradle Camila's jaw.

"You're doing so good." Ana cooed into her friend's face.

I pressed a little firmer now, my fingers digging into the softest part of her thigh. Her hips shifted gently pushing into my palm. Camila gasped into Ana's mouth. Camila's eyes were closed, her trembling lips wordlessly telling me to go further. I did just that, slipping my hand higher until the thin, soaked fabric of her underwear met my fingers.

Ana pulled back just enough to see her face.

"Let us take care of you."

Camila didn't speak. She just nodded, her body trembling in anticipation. Her hands gripped the fabric of her dress at her thighs, bunching it slightly. Her eyes fluttered open, then shut again, as Ana kissed along the edge of her cheek, whispering something too low for me to hear. Ana shifted, brushing Camila's hair back, and looked her directly in the eyes.

"Camila, we're going to make love to you." Ana said.

Camila's breath caught in her throat, her eyes widening slightly. I mirrored Ana's affection, letting my hand trail up to rest on Camila's waist.

"I..." she started, then stopped, swallowing hard. "You two are..."

"...Yes," she whispered. "Please."

Ana smiled and leaned in, kissing her friend on the forehead Then she kissed the bridge of her nose, her closed eyelids, the corner of her mouth.

"Good girl," Ana breathed, each kiss grounding her a little more. "We're right here."

I squeezed Camila's thigh gently. She let her legs part further. Let her back rest fully into the couch. Let her hands fall from the bunched fabric and onto her lap. Ana met my eyes over Camila's shoulder, her expression calm. Then she leaned in again, cupping Camila's face and guiding her into another sweet, tender kiss. That's when I finally slipped my fingers past the fabric.

It peeled away easily, warm and wet in my fingers as her thighs parted even further. Camila lay back against the couch, dress bunched high around her waist, her thick legs open and her breathing shallow. She kept her eyes on Ana, like she needed her in order to stay composed.

Ana leaned in, kissing her again, one hand stroking Camila's cheek while the other glided down her arm.

"He's going to take his time with you," Ana whispered. "Don't rush anything. Let yourself feel it."

Camila nodded, lips parted, one hand gripping the edge of the cushion beside her. Her chest rose and fell with each breath, and her skin glowed beneath the soft light of the room. I lowered myself slowly between her thighs, spreading them with gentle hands, and letting my fingers trace the slick heat of her folds. She jolted a little at first, clearly sensitive.

"You're already soaked," I murmured.

She whimpered softly in response.

"Let him love you there." Ana cooed, gently kissing Camila's temple. I leaned in and pressed my mouth to her. The first lick was soft, my tongue flat against her folds, drawing a slow line upward that made her thighs twitch on either side of my head. I heard her gasp, a quick shuddering gasp that spurred me to speed up.

Ana kissed her again, sweetly, eyes locked on mine over Camila's shoulder. "Good girl," she whispered. "Just like that."

I shifted, tilting my head, and focused on her clit. I circled it carefully, then sucked just enough to make her cry out once, soft and choked. Her thighs clamped lightly around my head, but I didn't stop. I took my time, reading every shift in her breath, every tremble in her muscles. She was already close, so I backed off, dragging my tongue lower, teasing her opening, letting the taste of her spread across my tongue.

"He wants you like this. You don't have to hold back." Ana explained to her friend.

Camila whimpered, rolling her hips against my hungry mouth.

"Jason," she whispered. I looked up and met Ana's eyes again. She gave me the slightest nod. I gave Camila everything.

She was panting now, her chest rising in tight little swells beneath the fabric of her dress. Her hips kept trying to chase me, rolling upward in slow, greedy waves, but I stayed just out of sync in order to maximize the tease. My tongue flattened again, tracing a broad, deliberate path between her folds, pausing right at her clit, causing her to let out a frustrated whimper. Ana smiled, stroking Camila's cheek with the backs of her fingers, her voice like velvet.

"Don't rush him, mami... He wants to draw it out."

"I can't..." Camila breathed. "It's too much..."

"No," Ana whispered, planting kisses all along her face. "It's not enough yet."

I flicked my tongue once and she gasped, her hips jerking. But I pulled away just as quickly, returning to slow, lingering licks beneath, circling her entrance, letting my nose graze her most sensitive spots just to remind her how close I could get. She groaned. It was a desperate little sound, muffled by the way Ana caught her lips again, softening her cries with another kiss. Ana didn't stop kissing her.

They were just tiny, little pecks along her mouth, her chin, her throat. Ana whispered between each one, praising her softly.

"You're doing so well."

"You're gorgeous like this."

"He's never taken his time like this for anyone else."

Camila whimpered again, her thighs trembling against my shoulders. I could feel how hard she was trying not to beg. But I didn't give it to her. Not yet. Instead, I slid two fingers against her slick entrance and almost pushed in. She cried out, but I pulled back again, licking her folds, tonguing slow circles around her clit without ever pressing fully down. Her hands clutched blindly at Ana, her voice cracking as she gasped out,

"Please... Jason... Please..." Camila huffed, her body quivering hard. Ana pressed her forehead over hers.

"He hears you, baby."

I gave her one long, slow lick and she let out a sharp moan, her hips rising high off the couch. Then I pulled away again. Camila let out a desperate, begging groan. Ana kissed her lips, soft and slow.

"You'll get it," she whispered. "But not until your body begs for it."

Ana was right. As much as I wanted, no, as much as we wanted to hear Camila scream, she wasn't ready to come yet. I stayed low, my eager mouth warm against her, tongue moving in the slowest, laziest patterns I could manage. Just soft, teasing circles. Her clit pulsed beneath me, swollen and begging. But I kept my pressure light.

"Please," she gasped. "Please, Jason, *Pleeasseee...*"

Ana had her cradled gently now, her tiny fingers stroking her hair.

"You're so beautiful like this," Ana whispered. Camila turned her face into Ana's hand and whimpered. Her cheeks were flushed, lips swollen and parted. A thin strand of saliva hung at the corner of her mouth. She didn't even wipe it away. I let one hand slide beneath her again, thumb brushing over her inner thigh while I eased two fingers inside her with no resistance due to her extreme wetness. Camila cried out, her hips jerking forward.

I curled my fingers just a little, barely brushing that perfect spot inside her and holding them there. Ana kissed her again, slower than ever. No tongue. Just lips against lips.

"You're doing so well," Ana whispered. "You're falling apart so perfectly."

"Don't stop," Camila begged. "Please don't stop, I, fuck, fuuuck..."

She was drooling now. No words. Just whimpers and moans and the trembling of a woman on the edge of strong and much needed cum. I could feel her walls pulsing around my fingers, her entire body was begging. I backed off again, kissing her inner thigh and watching every nerve in her body cool down.

"Why..." she whimpered, delirious, head rolling back against Ana's shoulder.

Ana just kissed her again.

"Because you're ours," she whispered. "And we want you ruined right."

Camila's body was wrecked. She wasn't talking anymore. Just shaking, whining, hips twitching up into my mouth like they didn't know what else to do. I stopped holding back, curling my fingers inside of her and sucking on her clit.

"HoooHAAAAAH!" Camila screamed.

Her back arched off the couch so violently I had to hold her down, placing one arm across her hips. My mouth never left her, tongue flicking, fingers pumping deep inside of her. She shook like she was being electrocuted, thighs clamped around my head as Ana held her tighter, whispering sweet things into her ear that she couldn't possibly hear anymore.