Summer Camp Surrender
by LucyAnneThorn
Copyright© 2025 by LucyAnneThorn
Coming of Age Sex Story: When her parents force her to attend a summer camp for girls after crashing a car, 18 years old Zoe is boiling with anger. It doesn't help that she ends up having to share a bed with that snobbish girl who always does that thing with her sunglasses. But Sunglasses gets under her skin and takes no shit from her, and walls around Zoe start to crumble. Not wanting to give too much away, submitting to Sunglasses seems to come naturally. A sexy love story with a few sprinkles of kink.
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Fa/Fa Romantic Light Bond Analingus Massage .
The last stragglers arrived at the camp four hours too late, so we could finally get our rooms assigned and unpack our stuff. I had been bored out of my mind, just sitting around and waiting for whoever it was because for some reason they weren’t willing to let us in our huts. They called it summer camp, but it was more like a penitentiary for wayward kids. Not that we were kids. Everybody was eighteen already, and all of us had been coerced into going here by our parents. Even worse, it was girls only. Not that I’d let any randy bugger near my pussy.
“It’s either this or the curb, Zoe,” my bitch of a stepmom had told me with malice. “Your dad won’t give you a cent if you don’t clean up your shit.”
I had kicked a dent into the garage door and broken the heel off a fucking expensive pair of sandals, but they had me by the balls. I needed the twenty-five grand for Jack’s car since it didn’t have insurance when I crashed it. Fucking deer!
My fellow inmates were as eager to be here as I was.
My mood was just about to pick up when an sharp elbow stabbed me in the side.
“Hey!” I snapped. “Watch it, cunt!”
The cunt turned around and lowered her sunglasses. She was wearing a floral sundress as if this was a vacation in Tuscany. “So sorry,” she said with a voice dripping sugar. “I so totally didn’t see you.”
“Now, now,” a gruff voice said, and one of the staff, an old guy with paws like toilet seats, grabbed my arm and picked up my bag. “Better get a bit of distance between you.”
“Let me go!” I demanded while he pulled me to the back of the queue. “Hey, that’s not fair! She just arrived and cut in line!”
“Do I look like I care?” he grunted. “She’s a fine young lady, not an uppity little bitch like you.”
I was gobsmacked for a second. “Now listen! That’s going too far. I’ll call my p-”
“Here you go,” he grunted, pushing a phone into my hands. “Call. Best put it on speaker so everyone can hear you make an ass of yourself.”
I could only stare at him. For a second, I was really tempted to throw the phone onto the plaster, but that small voice in my head told me it might not end well. So I pushed it back into his hand. “Whatever,” I told him, trying sound calm. “This has already taken enough time. I need a shower and a bed.”
“I what?” I asked.
“You’re number twenty-one.” The old hag held up a sheet. “It’s alphabetical. You’re Zoe Zeller.”
“I don’t care if I’m Zoe Zeller, Hermione Granger or Frank Zappa. I deserve my own bed.”
“It’s in the small print you signed,” the hag said. I mean, she wasn’t really a hag. She was pretty good looking for a woman in her late thirties, if you ignored the stupid red uniform that looked like a cross of boy scouts and Baywatch.
“So what room am I in?”
“You’ll have to wait until the introductory assembly after dinner is finished.”
I groaned. I was shaking with rage inside, but everything I said or did moved them as much as a concrete wall.
“She can share my bed.”
My head snapped around.
“I don’t mind,” Miss Sunglasses said softly.
“I’m not rooming with her.”
“Then you’ll have to wait here until dinner.”
“Fuck!” I huffed.
“I really wouldn’t mind,” Sunglasses tried again.
My head started to hurt. “I’ll room with her,” I finally said, then looked at her. “That doesn’t mean we’re friends.”
“Okay, cabin three, room B,” the hag said.
“Don’t I get a key?”
She shrugged. “Only one key per bed.”
I wanted to scream, but all I could do was follow Sunglasses out of the office and towards the cabin.
“You can, you know,” she suddenly said.
“Can what?”
“Scream.”
I stopped and stared at her.
“I’ll get rid of that tension.” She pulled her sunglasses down again and stared pointedly at my hands.
When I followed her gaze, I realized that I had been digging my nails into my palms, and I slowly unclenched them. “I’m all relaxed,” I growled.
She put her glasses back on and resumed walking.
“You can’t be serious!”
“It’s cozy.”
“It’s smaller than a regulation prison cell, Sunglasses!”
She gave me a weird look. “I really don’t get the outrage,” she said softly. “It’s got everything we need.”
“Have you looked at the bed?”
She went over and sat down, then bounced a few times. “It’s pretty comfy,” she told me with that annoying smile.
“I’m going to sleep on the floor,” I told her, ending the discussion.
I was hurting. My hips hurt, my ankles hurt and my neck and head hurt. My hope to find at least a short couch or a padded bench had quickly been blown to dust. Everything was wood and hard. The thin blanket did nothing to cushion my body. Sunglasses was sleeping like a log, making soft noises, and I really hated her for it.
A soft chime sounded from the common room. If my head didn’t hurt already, I would have banged it to the floor. Two o’clock already, and no hint of sleep.
At three, I was close to crying. I had been up since four in the morning, spent an age in a rickety bus without AC, then hung around until everybody arrived, eaten a bland dinner and sat through a boring introduction meeting. My friends were probably still out partying, getting a bit high and doing fun stuff.
“Wakey-wakey,” a soft voice singsonged, and I swatted at it. “Time to get up, Zoe. Breakfast starts soon.”
I blinked my yes open and groaned. They stung and felt puffy, and my whole body ached. I was almost too tired to make a snotty remark. “I’ll just crawl into the bed and sleep,” I decided.
“They said they were going to do bed checks, don’t you remember? Having to do work duty?”
Shit. She was right. Something about digging holes and pushing wheelbarrows. “I want to die,” I admitted, which made her laugh. “It’s not funny.”
“No,” she said, surprising me. “I don’t think it is.”
I groaned a few times until I was standing upright. She was wearing a similar dress to yesterday’s, and her sunglasses were perched on her head. Her button nose scrunched up. “You need a shower,” she said. “I’ll be waiting out front.”
We only were one minute late, but they acted like the world was ending. While everyone around sipped coffee, I had to make do with store-bought orange juice. Sunglasses didn’t mind, of course. She looked like she was floating on a happy cloud, but she hadn’t spent the night on the floor.
“Today will be a series of team challenges,” the hag explained. “You’ll work together based on your dorms to make sure you get to know each other. You’ll find the first clue in your cabin’s common room. The first team to find the eighth and last part will get a special price, which will be a surprise, the runner-up will get everything necessary for a bonfire party, and the last one in will get a special task.”
I groaned. “This is like girl scouts warmed up.”
“Were you?”
“Was I what?”
“A girl scout?”
Really. I gave Sunglasses a hard look. “I’m a city girl.”
She just shrugged and talked to her other neighbor.
I hated them all. Sunglasses most, jumping around all day in her perfectly flowing summer dress, not shedding a drop of sweat, Clare and her excited bubbling whenever she thought she found a clue, and Joanne who led us into the weirdest spots in the forest surrounding the camp. I was scratched and bruised, I stank and my clothes clung to my body.
“How do you do it!” I snapped at Sunglasses.
She did that thing the glasses again, balancing it at the tip of that button nose and looking at me over the rim with her big, brown eyes. “Do what?” she asked.
“Look like you just stepped out of a Disney cartoon, all perfect and poised and like it’s not a fucking ninety degree outside?” I barked.
She frowned. Then she smiled. I wanted to slap her. “I’ve always been like that,” she said with a shrug and another smile. “I can’t help it.” Then she pushed her sunglasses back up and resumed digging through the moss.
A gong sounded from the center of the campground, and we all groaned. Well, not Sunglasses, of course. She stood up, shrugged, smiled and said, “Well, we certainly tried.” Then she floated over the effing branches and moss like it was the Broadway.
“I hate her,” I hissed.
Clare bumped my arm. “She’s really like a Disney princess, isn’t she?”
All I could do was stomp after our esteemed leader.
“So, the price for the first team goes to...”
I yawned. It was pretty easy to spot four girls who were totally hyped up and doing celebration dances around each other like a bunch of stupid puppies on steroids.
“Cabin One!” Mr. Toilet-sized-paws announced, and of course they squealed while they hopped over to him. He handed them a large sheet. “Four vouchers for a lazy day where someone will cater to all your needs, including giving you a massage.”
I covered my ears when they squealed again.
“Second place, and receiving a bonfire party kit, is Cabin Five!”
The squeals weren’t as loud this time. He had a sheet again, of course. “It says you’ll get firewood, coolers with soda, a guitar, everything you need for S’mores, folding chairs and of course plenty of food.”
The cheered again, but I could see that they had hoped for something more – they shouldn’t have been surprised, though. This was summer prison, after all.
“Now for the last place. If Cabin Three would please come here.”
Sunglasses floated. Clare and Joanne acted like the didn’t mind. I trudged after them.
“The four of you have the honor of being the winner’s servants for they day off.”
“You’re shitting me!” I said.
“Excuse me, Miss?”
“You expect me to play servant to one of these snot-nosed bitches?”
He was taking in gulps of air, and his head turned a dark red.
Of course, Sunglasses had to intervene. “If you allow me?” she asked politely, then stepped between us and faced me. She pulled her Sunglasses down. Fluttered her lashes. Slapped me.
My hand shot up and touched my burning cheek. “You fucking slapped me!”
“Someone had to,” she said softly. And then she leaned forward and kissed me. Just a peck on the lips, but still a kiss.
“You’re a girl!” I snapped.
She looked down at herself and chuckled. “You’re so observant, Zoe.”
I couldn’t believe her gall. I swung my hand back, ready to smack those stupid sunglasses from her face. And then I realized I couldn’t. I was making a fucking ass out of myself, but I simply couldn’t do it.
“It’s going to be alright,” Sunglasses told Monster-Paws and took the sheet from him. Then she took my hand and pulled me over to the winners. “When do you want to do it?” she asked.
“Tomorrow?” one of them asked.
“Sure,” Sunglasses said.
“I pick you,” a short, curvy girl in a sports bra and boy’s swimming shorts said quickly, pointing at Sunglasses.
Clare and Joanne were quickly snatched up too.
That left the lanky, brown-haired girl with the old fashioned plastic hairband. She didn’t seem particularly happy, and I couldn’t fault her.
“Zoe will be on her best behavior,” Sunglasses promised. “Won’t you?”
“Whatever,” I said.
“I’m Lucy.”
“Okay.”
I was about to turn around when a smacking sound filled my ears and my head was whipped around. Again. I glowered at Sunglasses. “You can’t hit me!” I protested.
“Nobody else dares to. Now be polite and promise Lucy you’ll play nice.”
“She can-” I started to say, but Sunglasses’ hand suddenly wiggled back.
“I mean-” Her large eyes narrowed.
I fucked hated this.
“Nice,” she said sweetly.
I wasn’t getting out of this. I took a deep breath and scrunched up my face. “I promise to play nice, Lucy.”
Sunglasses tapped my cheek, and I got the threat.
“You won’t regret picking me.”
Sunglasses smiled and tapped my lips. “There, you did it,” she said softly. “I’m proud of you.”
Something weird happened in my chest. I stammered that I need to go to the restroom, left and rubbed at whatever shit had gotten stuck in my eyes.
“What are you doing?” I snapped, scooting against the wall.
“Going to bed,” she told me with a smile.
“But you’re...”
“Am what?” She slipped under the covers.
“You’re naked,” I finally managed to say.
“I always sleep naked. Don’t you?” She suddenly leaned close and sniffed.
“What?” I asked.
“Citrus. It’s not your scent. You’re more of a lavender type.”
“I didn’t know you had to pick your soap after your personality.”
“You’re funny,” she said, poking my tummy. “If it was about personality, you’d probably have to use stale fish oil.”
I wanted to shout at her. I took in air, about to shout her name, but then I realized I still didn’t know it. And before I could ask, she had turned around and shut off the light.
“Good night, Zoe. Sweet dreams.”
I grunted quietly.
It was much more comfy than the floor, but I still had a hard time falling asleep while making sure I wasn’t touching her accidentally.
“You’ve-” I said and snapped my mouth shut when Sunglasses tapped my cheek. “Got one in my size?”
The hag looked me up and down. “Six or seven?”
“Six, please.”
I took the dress. Sunglasses gave me a bright smile when she took hers. Then we went to the dressing room next to the cafeteria. “What?” I asked when she squeezed inside along with me.
“We shouldn’t waste time,” she said, quickly stripping.
I was much slower. She was already in the off-white tunic while I was still in my underwear, and I had trouble figuring out how to put it on. I only wore tube dresses for a reason.
“Let me,” she said. Then she looked me up and down critically. “Doesn’t that hurt?” she suddenly asked and ran a finger along the edge of my bra cup.
“I always wear that kind,” I told her, trying to cut this off.
“This is two sized too small. You should take it off.”
“I’m not going to do a striptease here.”
“Really?” she sighed softly. “Oh, Zoe. Do I have to smack you again?”
“Are you crazy?” I asked, and it was apparently the wrong thing to say, going by the sudden heat on my cheek.
“Stop doing that!”
“You mean that?” She hit my other cheek and smiled at me.
“Yes, that.”
“Give me that bra. I’d be miserable too if I had to wear such a monster.”
I almost said, “I don’t want to!” But then I realized how childish it would sound. I had trouble finding the clasp, but it finally sprung free and the straps shot down my arms.
“Oh, Zoe,” Sunglasses said wide-eyed, pulling the bra off my arms and dropping it into the waste basket.
“What?”
“You have such beautiful breasts. You shouldn’t torture them like this.”
I had made the mistake of looking at her face. My breath hitched when her slim fingers slid over my naked breasts.
“Don’t!” I pleaded, but she just let out a chiming laugh and ran her thumbs over my ugly nipples. “No!” I gasped when they hardened and tingled. “Please stop!”
“I should continue doing that if it gets you to say please, don’t you think?” She winked, but she finally had mercy and withdrew her hands.
I managed to draw in a deep breath while she helped me put the tunic on.
“Zoe? Remember. Play nice. Lucy’s a great gal, and she and her cabin mates made a lot of effort to win. I know it’s hard for you, but you’ll fulfill every wish she has. You’ll fetch her food and drinks. You’ll set up a lounger and sunshade for her. You’ll get her ice cream and carry her stuff, and when she wants a massage, she’ll get it.”
“I-” I stammered. Somehow, I was pressed to the wall, and our noses were touching. Her chest rested against mine.
“The right answer is ‘Yes, Miss’. Now you.”
I gulped hard. “Yes, Miss.”
“Good girl,” she whispered and patted my cheek.
I felt a bit dizzy. I probably needed breakfast.
“Good morning, Lucy.” Smiling was hard this early, but I at least tried.
“Good morning, Zoe. The tunic looks good on you.”
“Uhm,” I said. Then I saw Sunglasses looking at me. “Thank you.”
“I mean it,” she said, taking my hand, and I even managed not to yank it away. “Let’s have breakfast.”
“What would you like?”
Sunglasses sent me a bright smile.
“Coffee,” Lucy said. “Black. Two sugar. A plate of fruit and a pancake with syrup.”
I’d have go to three times.
Sunglasses pull the glasses down.
“You just sit down. I’ll fetch it.”
I got another smile.
That’s how the day went. I was almost constantly fetching something or walking somewhere with Lucy. Sunglasses was never far and always watching. It was incredibly exhausting. Then the dreaded moment came. Lucy led me to the gazebo next to the pond, in which they had set up a massage table and an assortment of oils.
My heart almost stopped when Lucy stripped naked and lay down on the table as if it was the most normal thing in the world. I made sure I didn’t look at her pussy, but I was out of my depths. I tried to spot Sunglasses, but she was nowhere to be seen.
“Zoe?” Lucy asked.
“I’ve never done this before,” I admitted, suddenly feeling bad.
“But you’ve surely gotten a massage yourself.”
“No, I haven’t.” I cringed. Sunglasses had somehow messed up my honesty filter, and now I sounded like a – a – like a common girl.
“Oh,” Lucy said softly, turned around and sat up. I quickly looked away. “Tell you what, I’ll give you one, then you’ll know how it works.”
“You don’t have to-” I stammered, but she slid off the table and started tugging on my tunic. Cool air suddenly touched my upper body. She put the tunic aside and reached for my waistband.
“I’ll keep those on,” I insisted.
“They’ll only get oily.”
I was ready to fight her, but then I saw Sunglasses walk by, and my fingers somehow lost their power. My panties slid down my legs, and I stepped out of them like on auto pilot. I somehow ended up lying on the table and Lucy poured warm oil on my legs.
It felt good. Even though I was dying inside when she put her hands on my legs, I couldn’t ignore that it felt really, really nice. And then she started rubbing and kneading, and my legs turned into jelly. She did that for ages, but I just let her. Then she did the same thing to my back, kneaded my shoulders and rubbed up and down along my spine, and some funny sounds escaped my throat.
I didn’t understand it when she told me that the best part was coming now, and when I felt the oil on my ass, it was too late. Her hands started kneading my buttocks while she talked softly about something I didn’t get at all.
I cried out in shock when an oily finger suddenly slipped into my vagina. I tried to wiggle away, but my body didn’t want to obey, and then the sensation from Lucy’s rhythmic movement reached my brain and made me too dizzy to do anything. Fingers slid over my vulva and touched my clit. Heat bubbled up between my legs, and someone moaned, over and over.
But Lucy wasn’t done, and her next trick destroyed me. I was floating higher and higher when I felt a pressure on my butt hole, then a small twinge of pain, and finally a finger sliding inside my ass. The wave of shame that hit me took my breath away. I felt violated and dirty, and yet I couldn’t move. Two fingers were now moving in and out, in and out, and even the panic when someone in a tunic stepped in front of me couldn’t break the spell.
I fought to take in air when the person crouched down, and Sunglasses pulled her glasses down her nose, looked me deep in the eyes, touched my cheek and said, “Let it happen, Zoe. Feel Lucy’s soft finger in your dripping pussy and in your nasty ass. You can’t stop it, so just let it happen and cum for Lucy.” She tilted her hand and leaned close until our lips touched, and whispered, “Now,” into my mouth.
The sensation that broke free deep in my body was incredible. A giggle escaped me, then a sob, then a moan, and then I was shaking in nasty, shameful pleasure.
A strange emptiness gripped me when Lucy withdrew her fingers. She walked around me and wiped her hands with a towel. “I’ll cash it in another time,” she said with a strange softness.
And I remembered that I was still lying naked on the table in the open, and I had just cum undone with Lucy’s finger in my ass while Sunglasses watched. I got too much.
I curled into a ball and cried like a girl.
I went inside late, after sitting on the dark porch for ages, trying to think of nothing, because every time I started thinking, I ended up on the table and remembered that helpless, forbidden pleasure.
After taking a quick shower, I headed into our bedroom, hoping that Sunglasses was already asleep.
Of course she wasn’t. She put the book she had been reading aside and sat up. The blanket slid down, and I quickly looked away.
“You’re so stupid,” she said softly. “Now undress.”
“I’m not-” I started to say, but she shook her head. I let out a groan and took off my top. “Don’t look,” I said.
“I’m not looking.”
“Thank you.” I slid my pants down and put them on the chair.
“I’m staring.”
My eyes shot up, and my cheeks started burning. But she shocked me even more when she pushed the blanket to the side, spread her legs and slid her fingers over her shaven vulva.
“What are you-”
“Come closer,” she ordered while she spread her pussy lips. “See how swollen my clit is? My cunt is dripping wet. I need to cum. And I need you to help me, Zoe.”
“I can’t,” I groaned.
“I need your finger in my pussy. You have to. Now.”
I was suddenly sitting on the bed, and she gripped my wrist and guided my hand towards her pussy.
“Your middle finger,” she whispered. “It’s the longest.”
A strange sound escaped my throat when it slid into her opening. It was all soft and moist and incredibly warm.
“Oh yes. Oh my god, Zoe! Fuck me with your finger! Do it! Please! Please!”
I couldn’t leave her pleading, so I began to move my finger in and out. She made high-pitched, mewling sounds every time I pushed, and her pussy tried to clench it. Her eyelids fluttered madly, her long lashes dancing with joy.
“Wait!” she suddenly panted. “Pull out for a moment.”
“Did I hurt you?”
“Stupid girl,” she giggled and pulled her legs up. Then she reached around them and spread her butt cheeks. “I need you to be a dirty girl for me. Remember how good Lucy’s finger felt? So dirty and nasty and oh, so incredibly good? I want you to make feel even better, even dirtier. I need you to put your tongue inside.”
I stared her rosy pucker and gulped hard.
“Don’t start thinking,” Sunglasses said softly. “You’re always miserable when you think too much. Make me feel good, and it will make you feel good.” She bit her lip. “It will be our dirty secret.”
I didn’t understand how it happened, but everything I had held onto appeared to unravel at once. I felt like crying and laughing, but most of all, I felt an incredible need to please Sunglasses. I still struggled, of course, and tried to talk myself out of it, because even though it was our secret, she would know, and I would know, and I’d see it in her eyes how dirty I had been for her. But even as I tried to make sense to all these thoughts, my tongue touched a wrinkled, warm, salty patch of skin, and Sunglasses cried out in joy. Her fingers frantically circled her clit, and I pushed with my tongue until her pucker gave way and my tongue slipped into her dirty, nasty ass.
“Oh my god, Zoe!” she suddenly screamed and started bucking wildly. “Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Tongue-fuck my ass! Oh my god, yeeessss!”
She suddenly clamped a hand over her vulva and rolled away from me.
A soft, clapping sound came from the direction of the door. I really didn’t want to look, but I had to when it didn’t stop. Clare was leaning in the doorway, giving me a strange look.
My cheeks suddenly turned hot, and shame crashed over me. I ducked my head when she took a step, readying myself for the humiliation, but she sat down next to me and put her hand under my chin, making me look at her.
“That was incredibly hot,” she whispered. “Can I – can I have a taste of her?”
I could only look puzzled.
“From your lips and tongue, Zoe.”
“You – you want to kiss me?” Why would she?
“I’d like that.”
“But – but I’m not – I’m not a lesbian.”
She looked hurt for a second, and a strange pulling sensation jumped through my chest, but then she titled her head and got a mischievous expression. “Maybe you’re a boy without a cock and with pretty tits, then. Would that work?”
I thought for a moment, and was almost ready to agree, just to be able to ignore my emotional turmoil, when Sunglass got to her knees and ran her hand over my cheek.
“No,” she said softly. “Zoe’s a girl. A beautiful, sexy, funny girl who had to fight so hard all her life to suppress all these submissive desires that she never learned what she is and whom she loves.”
My chest suddenly overflowed with pain. I tried to push it down, but I couldn’t, and a painful sob nearly ripped my throat apart. I cried and cried, shaking and mourning wasted years, unable to calm down, while Sunglasses and Clare rubbed my body and whispered soothing things.
“I’m really not sure,” I whimpered. Yes, whimpered. A stranger stared back from the mirror, her hair cut a little below her chin, pink lip gloss and eye shade making her look so totally girlish. The matching pink hair clips were over the top. Clare had talked me into one of her dresses, a thin, green, lacy piece that hugged my chest and flowed over my hips.
“Stop complaining,” Sunglasses instructed. “It’s what I want, and once you have licked a girl’s ass, you have to do whatever she says.”
“It’s true,” Clare said.
“Surely not anything?” I said petulantly, and my eyes widened when I realized how believably girlish it sounded.
“Absolutely anything, Zoe,” Sunglasses said, adjusted a lock of hair and used hairspray to keep it in place. “Where’s your jewelry?”
“Uhm,” I stammered. Somewhere, buried deeply under a dozen other things at home, there might be a gold chain I got from an aunt, but that was all. Jewelry was girlish, thus I avoided it. So I shrugged.
“We’ll find something in town.”
“Hey!” I yelped when Clare sprayed something on me.
“It’s just perfume.”
“Sorry. You startled me.” I took a sniff. It smelled soft, a little heady and flowery. “I like it.”
“Lavender, among other things,” Sunglasses said. “I told you so.”
“We’ve got to finish,” Clare reminded us. “The bus will be here in ten minutes.”
We were going into the town today. They even let us have our wallets and cards. We were warned they’d check for contraband, but I hadn’t even thought about booze or other stuff.
“Come on,” Sunglasses said and linked her fingers with mine.
“Sunglasses? You called me Sunglasses all the time?” At least she was laughing. I had been deadly afraid she’d call me names or hit me again when I confessed that I didn’t know her name. She found it hilarious though. “Why Sunglasses?” she asked, still chuckling.
“Because you always do this thing-” I started to say when she slid them down and looked over the rim.
“What thing?”
“That!” I sighed and mimicked sliding my glasses down my nose, looking over the rim and fluttering my lashes. That set her off again.
Joanna groaned. “The two of you are like one of these really bad sitcoms, you know?”
Clare took a sip from her cappuccino and giggled. “I’d be willing to watch every show if I could learn how Mila keeps all her dresses spotless and free of wrinkles.”
“It’s a natural gift,” Sunglasses – Mila – said pompously and did that thing again.
Among giggles and banter, I did the most atypical thing I’d ever done before in my life, and nobody was stunned more than I was.
“I love you, Mila,” I said.
Everyone was silent all of a sudden. Then Clare and Joanne giggled, but Mila let out a shivering breath, walked around the table and sat on my lap. She pulled her glasses down, touched her nose to mine and ran her thumb over my lips, making my breath hitch a few times.
“Did you just gift me your heart, my beautiful, stupid, sexy Zoe?”
I had landed in a sappy romance movie. Worst, I loved it. “It’s yours to do whatever you please with,” I said quietly.
It took ages until our lips found each other, but the anticipation was wonderful. Her lips were incredibly soft, and when her tongue tickled mine, I nearly died with happiness. We kissed slowly, exploringly, touching the tips of our tongues together, rubbing them in circles, moaning softly, tasting each other, sharing our air.
I almost fell off the chair when we broke the kiss, and we were both struggling for air.
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