No, It's Not A Problem. Start Slow

Chapter by Hellexia

"...Fine. We'll go slow." You sighed, slumping your shoulders. "Wanna get dressed again or-"

"No, I don't mind." Kamila chuckled, blushing a bit. "That's weird, isn't it? I can pretend or something, if it's-"

"Whatever. How slow are we talking?"

"Hmm... I..." Kamila paused, grasping your hand once more. She seemed tense again, trembling ever so slightly, as she slowly turned her head away from you. "...Another k-kiss?" She stammered. Instead of answering with words, you gently took your other hand up, slowly caressing her cheek as you guided her face back towards you. Her eyes were wide, her breath sharp as you brought your lips to hers. You thought about bringing your tongue into the mix, but didn't. You were starting slow, after all.

"How was that?" You whispered, ending the short kiss against her soft lips. Kamila was silent, raising a finger to her lips and gently rubbing them, as if checking they were still there. "Want another one?" You asked, bringing your face back in close as your hand found itself sneaking lower, arriving at her breast as your lips met hers. As your finger brushed against her nipple, she shuddered, tensing up slightly. The hand still on yours clenched down, letting up slightly when she realized what she was doing.

"I... I feel hot..." Kamila panted, sharply inhaling as you flicked her nipple.

"You know what that means, right?" You chuckled quietly, guiding Kamila's hand between her legs as you continued toying with her nipple. As you snuck your other hand, with her hand right behind it, between her thighs, you could feel the heat radiating. The thin layer of sweat, probably from Hina, August, and Kaylee, was present. "Kamila, you're not answering. Tell me that you're not that sheltered! Kaylee at least has to know! Hina maybe?"

"...Yeah, I know what this means." Kamila whimpered, trembling as your hand got closer and closer to the treasure between her thighs. "I should take a shower first, I'm still sweaty and-" She stopped suddenly, making a cute, soft moan as the back of your thumb brushed against her opening.

"Awful wet. That can't ALL be sweat, Kamila." You taunted, waiting for Kamila to open her mouth to protest before diving the very tip of your pointer finger inside. She tensed up, gasping instead of moaning this time. "How often do you masturbate? Be honest now."

"I... Djamila doesn't."

"The others?" You asked, pushing your finger just a bit deeper as you lightly pinched her nipple.

"A-August and Kaylee only do it before a big track meet!" Kamila squeaked, her muscular, thick thighs squeezing down on your wrist as you plunged your finger deeper. "H-Hina uses a different hole..."

"Want me to switch and-"

"N-NO! NONONO! PLEASE-" Kamila shrieked, silenced by a forceful kiss, joined by a tongue darting around her mouth this time. Her own tongue seemed to recoil and dodge yours, hardly touching yours until you started rubbing your finger inside Kamila's folds. Perhaps she was distracted by that, perhaps she simply got into it. Either way, her tongue's resistance fell to the side, allowing you to thoroughly toy with it before you came up for air. A thin line of saliva connected your mouth to hers, her multi-colored eyes hazy and struggling to focus on you.

"You got a minute." You whispered, earning a confused whine as you pulled your hands away from her and stood up. Kamila probably assumed she was being subtle, the hand you'd left stranded between her legs slowly moving around. Honestly, if it wasn't for the way she'd occasionally flinch and fidget with the hand movements, you might've assumed she was just itching something. You chose not to comment on it though, instead choosing to strip, earning a quiet gasp as your lower half, long since ready, met open air.

"Umm... that's-"

"My dick, yeah." You whispered, grinning as Kamila's eyes reminded locked on it. "You know what I want now, right?" You asked, your member twitching as Kamila slowly nodded...

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