WHO: Chamomile and Travesty (Yes they had to be spelled out) WHEN: December 14th, Evening WHERE: Cam's Dorm WHAT: Hanging out, music, probable naughtiness? RATING: Medium to High (I have no idea honestly) OPEN: Not this time!
There was nothing quite like a night alone with her man to get Chamomile in a good mood. Sure, she liked to go out and party just as much as the next girl, but there were certain things you couldn't do in public that the privacy of your room awarded you. Not that that was her plan for the evening, but Cam didn't like to rule anything out. Neither of them were big on giving up their spontaneity, so she knew they might not last the whole night in the room. Either way, she was enjoying herself with Travesty. Currently, she was in the kitchen, listening with rapt attention to whatever her boyfriend was playing on the guitar. Normally she would have the stereo going, as Cam hated silence, but when he was playing she always had to listen. More often than not that's what happened considering how often he was here, and their surrounding neighbors probably hated the constant melodic noise that came from the room. There were worse things they could be doing, and after her upbringing, she wasn't exactly the stifle-her-impulses type.
Even though she didn't know what Trav was playing, it didn't stop her from half-humming and half-singing along. They weren't actual lyrics or anything, more words or sounds set to the perfect tune he strummed, but it sounded like she was singing something pre-ordained it worked so well. Cam would pause in her work chopping and seasoning the dinner she was making to give him a smile or a wiggle of her ass every now and then, since she wasn't wearing much. A simple loose top, full of lace and cut short to expose her tone abdomen and afford peeks at her upper body, and boy-short panties that were a little more than just her normal undies were her choice of attire for the evening. It wasn't exactly naughty lingerie, or an invitation for more, but she wouldn't turn down either.