Previously on Twisted Relationship
When I grabbed it from his hands I couldn't help my eyes look down and see the big noticeable bulge in his sweats.
"Jesus Trevor cover that shit up. I exclaimed while averting my eyes and quickly covering my body in the towel.
"Well I can't just make this shit disappear with a snap of a finger." he stated, groaned and stepped out the stall safely covered.
"Then go fucking take a cold shower then." I said, he shrugged and began taking off his sweats.
"Fuck not in here!", "Aww come on sugar, you can help wash my back." he suggested with a smirk.
My death stare alone was enough to make him pull up his sweats and walk away.
"Alright alright..I'm leaving, by the way love the little hearts tattoo." he said then walked out of view of me and outside.
Realizing what he was talking about my instincts to cover my chest came over, he saw my heart tattoos on the side of my breast.
Fucking pervert.
(Trevor POV)
After Camilla made me get out the girls bathroom I went right into the mens bathrrom, looking down at my sweats I knew I had to get rid of this fucking thing before someone sees me.
Like I could give two shits about someone seeing my boner its a natural reaction, but seeing Camilla naked really had my blood flowing to my groin.
Throwing off my sweat I stepped into one of the showers stalls and turned on the cold water, it startled me at first but I just stayed underneath as the water fall down my head.
It felt strange feeling the water directly hit my head instead of my hair getting wet first, catching the water in my hands splashed at my face to calm my nerves.
The image of her was still fucking in my head, I've seen a lot of women naked in my life, but none of those girls had nothing compared to what she has.
That mocha creme skin all wet and shit, the way her hair curled and layed down her back made my dick jolt.
Why does she have to be so damn..gah!
Not being able to control my urges I reached down and clenched onto my shaft, trying to relieve the built up frustration I was feeling.
Her face was still there when I closed my eyes, if I didn't care about being caught I would grabbed her face and kissed her hard.
I could imagine that her lips felt so damn soft and taste sweet, my hands would've touch all over every surface and curve of her beautiful body if I gotten the chance.
My hand kept pumping at the thought of how'd she be when I kissed down her body, just imagining those eyes looking at men in sweet desire. Fuck I want to be inside her so bad, I bet she'd feel so God damn tight.
My heart seemed like it was about to burst when I felt myself I'm hard in my hand, every fiber of me was shaking from how intense it was.
I've never...fucking cum that hard ever.
Stepping directly under the shower head again I let the water rinse off the jizz off my shaft and hand, I felt somewhat relieved but I know that fucking image of Camilla won't go away.
(Camillas POV)
After Trevor left the bathroom I waited till knowing I was completely alone again to dry off myself and get dressed, finished putting on my shorts I slipped back into my shoes to walk out into the humid night air.
Stepping outside I heard the shower turning on coming from the boys bathroom, figured that Trevor would take a cold shower like I said.
The thought of seeing his bulge invaded my mind, I immediately schooled my head from that impulsive image. Even though I won't ever admit it, in the very back of my mindni thought Trevor is as you can say decent looking, if he took a healthy life style and worked on his body appearance better.
But I know how he is, a drug addict, sled entitled ass hole and thinks because he's crazy he can do anything he wants and nothing can touch him.
The way his looked at my body made me feel strange, but I neither hate it nor liked it, its fucking messing with my head. And when I felt his bulge on me I thought I'd faint, thankfully the steam from the shower masked over the red blush on my face.
When I made it back for the canopy Lisa was already asleep again, throwing my dirty clothes and towel into my separate bag for dirty clothes. Brushing out my hair I was thinking over about what would happened with the assassination, knowing Dave I'm sure he picked the right people to do great in their part.
I just hope Trevor wouldn't make us regret bring him along, tossing the brush back over by my bag I layed down on the bed and closed my eyes, trying to forget the strange feeling going in in my stomach at the look I saw in Trevor eyes when I called me beautiful.
Damn it Damn it..ass hole.