Chapter 4
Chloe couldn’t describe the feeling that overtook her when she saw Beca gave that faint, almost uncertain nod of her head. With their fingers laced together, she pulled her back the way they had come before, a quiver making itself known inside her.
Chloe wasn’t a stranger to sex. She was quite familiar with bedroom activities with both men and women, and it had been a long time since she’d felt uncertain about her looks or abilities. Still, now, as she practically dragged Beca through the park and towards her car, she felt the unfamiliar tingle of nervosity setting in.
Beca must have misinterpreted the shiver it caused, pulling them to a stop. Chloe was about to object when Beca began shrugging out of her leather jacket, draping it across Chloe’s shoulders with a soft, caring smile that, somehow, seemed to ground her.
“Thank you,” she smiled, turning into a giggle as Beca gave an awkward shrug, laced their fingers back together and resumed their journey towards the car.
Once they were seated, and Chloe automatically set out towards Beca’s apartment, it was strangely quiet in the car. Despite the fact that they weren’t speaking, it was nothing like it had been yesterday - Chloe could practically feel Beca’s impatience radiating from her.
Despite the fact that she - technically speaking - adhered to each and every rule of traffic, speed limit, and general regulation, Chloe managed to get her car parked in front of Beca’s apartment building in what had to be a record time.
Beca sent her a fleeting smile, confirming the fact that Chloe was not the only one to be nervous right now. With a steadying breath, Chloe gave a firm nod of her head, before opening her door and stepping out of the car, and watching Beca do the same on the other side. She barely had the wherewithal to lock her car before she rushed inside and up the stairs.
Beca spent a full minute patting all of her pockets for her key, before remembering they were in the jacket she had draped across Chloe’s shoulders. With an apologetic grin, she retrieved them, opened the door, and stepped aside to let Chloe in.
“So, um, did you want something to drink first, or…?” Beca asked awkwardly leaning against the door.
Chloe bit her lip, turning around and stepping closer toward the brunette, trapping her between her body and the door. She watched on as Beca’s eyes flitted down to her lips, and back up. She moved in even closer, until she felt the tip of her nose brushing against Beca’s, both of them holding their breath.
With her mouth only inches removed from Beca’s, Chloe waited and waited. It seemed like an eternity before Beca finally pushed off from the door, surging forward to capture her lips with her own, and when she finally did, it was so brief that Chloe felt pretty confident Beca had startled herself.
“No to the drink, then,” she muttered feebly and Chloe made a small noise of agreement.
“Bedroom?”
“Yes,” Beca nodded, remaining rooted in place.
“Tonight, maybe?” Chloe grinned playfully, moving aside to let Beca lead the way. The moment she passed by her, Chloe gave her a playful tap on her ass, causing Beca to jump and pick up the pace.
Beca’s bedroom was pretty much what Chloe had expected - a decent sized bedroom with a decent sized bed in the middle, and a mess of clothes strewn about that seemed so very Beca Chloe couldn’t help but giggle at it.
The sound died in her throat when Beca, with newfound confidence, turned on her heel, took a hold of Chloe’s hip and pulled her in close, easily capturing her mouth with her own. Seconds later, Chloe felt Beca’s tongue playfully teasing over her bottom lip.
Chloe, never one to be outdone in the bedroom, parted her lips and let her own tongue slide over Beca’s, earning her a soft whimper. As their kiss continued in much the same way, Chloe ran her fingers over the buttons of Beca’s blouse, pausing at the bottom one until she felt Beca’s subtle nod.
With deft fingers, she undid the button, letting her fingers tease over the newly revealed skin of Beca’s stomach, upwards, where she found the next button. Their kisses turned almost lazy as Chloe worked on the buttons, until only the two buttons that kept Beca’s breasts covered remained.
She only realized Beca had pushed the leather jacket from her shoulders when she heard the heavy sound of it falling to the floor, and felt her soft hands running up and down her arms, as if to gather courage for her next move.
Deciding to spur things along a little, Chloe deepened their kiss, slipping her tongue into Beca’s mouth and claiming it as her own, while simultaneously unpopping the next button on Beca’s blouse, and letting her fingers tickle at the soft fabric of her bra.
Evidently, she wasn’t the only one wearing nice underwear tonight…
Judging by the feel of the material under her fingers, Beca’s bra had to be satin. Urged on by her curiosity, Chloe was quick to undo the final button, before being pulled from the kiss by some jostling.
The moment their lips parted, Beca cursed under her breath. Chloe chuckled as she realized Beca was toeing her shoes off. With a fond roll of her eyes, Chloe unzipped her boots and kicked them off, too, before letting her hands mirror the move Beca’s had made barely twenty seconds ago, and pushing the white blouse off the brunette’s shoulders.
Chloe took a step backward, admiring the view in front of her. Beca’s bra was indeed satin, white as snow, and hugging her breasts in a way that made Chloe’s mouth water. Reaching her hand out, she ran the tips of her fingers along the lower edge of the bra, before skimming lower, and tickling across her pale stomach, and pausing over the button of her jeans.
She was about to ask if Beca was sure she wanted this, if it was okay for her to go on, but before she could do so-
“Please.”
The plea came so softly, so desperately, from Beca’s mouth that Chloe let out a quiet whimper of her own. With a smooth move, she undid the button, after which she slowly pulled the zipper down. She lowered herself to her knees, fingers hooked through the brunette’s belt loops, and bit by bit she tugged the skinny jeans down Beca’s smooth, pale legs.
The first thing she uncovered were Beca’s matching panties - the white satin so close to her face now that she could have rubbed her nose over it with minimal effort. Instead, she ran her finger over the upper seam of the garment, grinning at Beca’s choked-back moan.
Deciding the finish undressing her before continuing with the actual fun, she tugged the jeans further down, until they were pooled at Beca’s feet, and she helped the brunette step out of them.
She nodded her permission when she got back to her feet and felt Beca hooking her fingers under the straps of her dress. With a few sharp tugs, the light fabric fluttered to the floor, leaving Chloe in only her navy-blue lace bra and panties.
If she had ever been insecure about her appearance, the look of absolute wonder in Beca’s eyes would have remedied that in an instant. The brunette let her eyes rove up and down as if she was committing every detail to memory.
“Looks like I wasn’t the only one to bust out the nice lingerie,” Chloe mused softly, running her finger over the swell of Beca’s breast, tracing the edge of the bra.
“I didn’t… want to be presumptuous,” Beca muttered.
“I’m glad you did, though,” Chloe winked, before deciding they’d talked enough for now. She pulled Beca back in, taking her in her arms and pressing her hand against the small of her back, while the other found purchase on her hip. The amount of skin she could explore was as rewarding as the kiss itself.
Beca seemed to agree with that sentiment, her hands running up and down Chloe’s back, shoulders, arms, and sides, exploring every inch she could comfortably reach.
“Maybe we should move this to the bed?” Chloe suggested with a small grin, which turned into a frown when Beca bit her lip and took a step backward.
“Is this um… Is this the right time to tell you I’ve never um… You know… Been with a girl before?”
Chloe prided herself on being relatively good in gauging situations like these. Beca hadn’t given her any indication of having been attracted to women before, but she also hadn’t given any indication to the contrary. All in all, Chloe was too surprised to immediately respond.
“Or… not,” Beca continued lamely. “That was probably a dick move, right? I should’ve just… Um, do you want to just…” she trailed off, pointing over her shoulder, as if she was actually suggesting Chloe just leave.
The thought of leaving Beca here, in her bedroom, looking the way she did, shook Chloe back into motion. She stepped forward, gingerly taking the brunette’s hand and tugging her over to the bed. “C’mon,” she smiled when she felt Beca’s reluctance. “Lay down, c’mon.”
“I don’t care if this is your first time or not,” Chloe smiled once they were laying side-by-side. “You’re the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen in her underwear, and the only way this night is not going to end with you screaming my name is if you tell me to stop.”
Beca let out a strangled laugh. “Confident of yourself, much?”
Chloe shrugged, propping herself up on her elbow. “I’m pretty confident in all this,” she grinned, casually motioning down her body, and revelling in the way Beca’s eyes moved up and down. “Do you want me to stop?”
“No,” came Beca’s immediate response.
“Can I continue undressing you?”
“Yeah.”
Chloe ducked her head, capturing Beca’s bottom lip between her teeth and giving it a tug, before licking into her mouth, allowing all of her desire to run free. They kissed like that for several minutes before Beca relaxed again. The moment she did, Chloe brought her hand up to cup Beca’s breast over her bra, giving it a short but firm squeeze.
The way Beca arched her back was just too inviting for Chloe not to slip her hand underneath and unclasp the bra, pulling it down Beca’s arms and sitting up straighter to admire the newly exposed flesh.
“You’re insanely hot,” she grinned down at her, softly laughing at Beca’s indignant huff. Before she could cover herself up, Chloe’s fingers tickled at the supple flesh, and Beca threw her head back as she let out a restrained moan.
Determined to pull more of those sounds from Beca, Chloe ducked down and ran her nose over the soft skin, before pressing her lips to Beca’s already hardened nipple. The brunette’s next moan was louder, less restrained. The gasp Chloe heard when she took the pink peak into her mouth and suckled it was music to her ears.
“Jesus, fuck, Chloe,” Beca hissed, hands coming up to claw at fiery hair, keeping her pulled close to her chest. “Don’t stop.”
Never ceasing her ministrations to Beca’s breast, Chloe brought her hand up to attend to Beca’s other breast, taking its weight in her hand and feeling the pebbled flesh against the palm of her hand. Unable to wait any longer, she brought her other hand to the apex of Beca’s thighs, running over the soft fabric of her panties.
Beca willingly spread her legs, and Chloe couldn’t help the soft moan coming from her throat when she felt how damp Beca’s panties were. She had every intention of teasing the brunette with fleeting touches and idle patterns.
“Please take them off,” Beca whined, shattering Chloe’s intentions entirely.
Letting the nipple slip from her mouth, she scooted down the bed, hooking her fingers under the waistband and easily sliding the panties down Beca’s legs, tossing them over her shoulder to who-knows-where.
Again, Beca willingly spread her legs, eyes closed and hands curling into the sheets as she bared herself before Chloe’s eyes.
Chloe needed only a single glance to confirm that more foreplay was definitely not necessary. Scooting even further backwards, Chloe ignored Beca’s questioning expression as the brunette pushed herself up on her elbows.
She made herself comfortable between Beca’s legs, urging the brunette to lift her leg over her shoulder and nuzzling her nose through the thin strip of brown curls.
“Oh, okay…” Beca breathed heavily, not averting her eyes as Chloe looked up at her, winked, and ran her tongue over Beca’s sex.
While Chloe had been trying to coax sounds from Beca non-stop, she was still unprepared for the brunette’s unbridled moan of pleasure. It made her breath hitch, and for a moment she forgot what she was doing entirely. Then she remembered, and set to work in earnest, her tongue flicking and twisting in a way she was certain would make short work of Beca’s endurance.
The moans continued to grow louder, and Chloe spared an errant thought to Beca’s neighbors, hoping they were out for the night. As soon as she thought it, she brought one hand up to take a hold of Beca’s breast, fondling it as she let her tongue flick over Beca’s clit in a quick and steady rhythm.
“Oh, oh my god, fuck!” Beca practically screamed. “Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck! Chloe, yeah, just like… Oh, don’t stop, Chloe. Don’t stop. Oh, fuck, yes! Chloe!”
She slowed her rhythm down at Beca’s final shriek - there really was no other word for it - feeling the twitching of Beca’s cunt against her mouth, and taking it as a sign of her sensitivity. After helping Beca down from her orgasm, she lingered a few more minutes, before pressing a chaste kiss to the hot, wet flesh and crawling back up.
“That was…” Beca panted. “That was… fuck.”
“Didn’t I tell you I’d have you screaming my name?” Chloe gloated, earning her a huff and a playful shove.
“You’re way too proud of yourself.”
“Should I not be?” Chloe asked, eyebrows raised challengingly.
“Yeah, no, it’s deserved.”
They lapsed into a comfortable silence, and Chloe wasn’t blind to the droopiness of Beca’s eyelids. “Should I um… y’know?” the brunette asked after an elaborate yawn.
“You can,” Chloe smiled. “But I think you should take a nap, before you fall asleep halfway through.”
“But-”
“I’m not going anywhere,” Chloe smiled, pushing a damp lock of hair from Beca’s face. “Take a nap, we can pick up where we left off when you wake up,” she winked.
“Mmkay,” Beca yawned, turning on her side and curling up into a little ball.
For a moment, Chloe wasn’t sure what to do. She’d told Beca she wasn’t going anywhere, and she’d meant it, but she wasn’t certain how comfortable Beca would be with her around.
“Dude, take your clothes off and come be the big spoon,” Beca huffed. “And pretend I never said that, please.”
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Chloe woke up to frantic cursing. It took her a moment to figure out what was going on, but then she remembered she was laying in Beca’s bed, naked. She opened her eyes just in time to see Beca slipping out of the bedroom wearing sweatpants and a faded shirt.
She hadn’t expected to hear another voice coming from the living room. Curiously, she stepped out of the bed, picking up a faded band-shirt from the floor, sniffing it just for certainty, and slipping it on.
“Beca, there you are! What are you doing, sleeping until fucking noon, you slob!” came to unknown voice from the living room.
Chloe quickly checked the time and stifled her groan. They really had slept the entire night away, somehow.
“Stacie, what are you doing here? And why did you let yourself in?”
“You gave me keys.”
“Yeah. For emergencies!”
“Okay, so, listen,” the voice - Stacie, Chloe assumed - spoke with an airy lilt. “I know you said no more blind dates, but-”
“Stace, no.”
“And I admit I may have picked some… less than stellar candidates before,” Stacie continued. “But give it one more chance. You’ll love this guy, I swear.”
“Stacie, I’m not-”
“He even works in the music industry, Beca!” Stacie cooed. “He um, scores movies or whatever. I dunno.”
“I don’t care, I already-”
“Yeah, yeah, I know you said the last time was the last time, but-”
“You don’t understand, I-”
“Just look at you, Beca,” Stacie sighed. “You’re cooped up in your apartment, alone, on a Saturday, sleeping the entire day away.”
“I wasn’t-”
Deciding to save Beca from her predatory-sounding friend, Chloe opened the door and breezed into the living room. Immediately, she found two brunettes staring at her. Beca’s eyes practically bulged from her head, and Stacie looked about as shocked as Chloe would have if Aubrey had suddenly come out of her bedroom with a random woman.
“Mornin’ gorgeous,” Chloe smiled, pressing a kiss to Beca’s cheek. “Friend of yours?” she continued, nodding over at Stacie.
“Um… yeah. Chloe, this is Stacie. Stacie, Chloe,” Beca introduced them. “She’s-”
“Wearing your clothes,” Stacie finished the sentence, grin growing ever wider. “And no bra, by the looks of it. Beca, you sly dog!”
“It’s not like that,” Beca groaned.
“Are you telling me you didn’t have sex with her?” Stacie asked.
“Yes, Beca, are you telling her we didn’t have sex?” Chloe added with a knowing grin, moving into the kitchen area as if it were her own home.
“No. I mean, we did...”
“Yeah, we did,” Chloe confirmed with a chuckle. “Is your friend staying for breakfast?”
“Um,” Beca gaped.
“Because if she’s not, I won’t bother with breakfast…” Chloe winked.
“Oh, I like her,” Stacie grinned as she got to her feet. “You’ve got some explaining to do, Mitchell. But that can wait… I’ll get out of your hair so the two of you can get back to business.”
“Stacie!” Beca yelped.
“Much appreciated!” Chloe chirped at the same time.
“We’ll talk later, Beca!” Stacie called over her shoulder as she let herself out. “And remember, use protection!”