Backseat Romance

Chloe watched the door closing, and listened as the clicking of Stacie’s heels became more and more distant. When she turned her attention back to Beca, she realized she had gotten up from the couch, standing in the middle of the room, wringing her hands and biting her lip.

She recognized the signs as insecurity, making her realize what she had just done. 

“Oh my God, Beca, I’m so sorry,” she gasped. “I totally just outed you to your friend, didn’t I?”

“Well, yeah, kind of,” Beca shrugged.

“I’m sorry if that wasn’t okay,” Chloe continued. “Or like, if you just didn’t want her to know about us for whatever reason… Like, if you wanted to wait and see if there even is an us…”

Beca waved her words away, looking as if she couldn’t care less.

“Nah, it’s fine. Stacie’s cool, I don’t mind.”

“Then why are you wringing your hands,” Chloe pointed out carefully. “And why are you having such a hard time looking at me? Would it be better if I just go?”

“No!” Beca exclaimed. “Please, stay… I’m just… It’s-”

“Beca,” Chloe smiled, taking a step towards her. “It’s okay… Whatever is on your mind, you can tell me. I won’t judge, or laugh. I promise.”

“I was just thinking about what you said… About not bothering with breakfast…”

“Oh…” 

“Did you mean it?”

Biting her lip, Chloe gave a small nod, eyes already flitting toward the bedroom.

“I want to um… return the favor,” Beca muttered, looking at a point over Chloe’s shoulder.

“I’d very much like that,” Chloe grinned, turning on her heels and sauntering towards the bedroom. Halfway there, she whipped Beca’s shirt over her head, letting it drop to the floor as she looked over her shoulder. “Well, come on, then!”

She heard Beca scurrying after her more than she saw it. Once they reached the bedroom, however, she found Beca wringing her hands again, looking around the room as if expecting to find a guidebook on the nightstand. When she began shuffling her feet, Chloe let out a huff.

“Alright Jitterbug, get that pretty butt of yours over here,” she chuckled, patting the bed. “And those shorts are really cute, but they need to go now.”

“I thought I was going to-”

“You’re nervous,” Chloe smiled gently, raising her hand when it looked like Beca was going to object. “And that’s perfectly fine. What you need is a good orgasm to get you to loosen up. You can return the favor after.”

Beca looked at her dumbfounded, before mutely nodding a few times. Chloe made an impatient little sound in the back of her throat, smiling when it spurred Beca into pulling down her shorts - panties coming down at the same time. She watched Beca - somewhat ungraciously - climb onto the bed and drop down on her back. 

As nervous as the brunette had been before, she didn’t seem to have any problems with baring herself before Chloe’s roving eyes, arms splayed out to the side and legs parted wide enough for Chloe to do whatever she wanted to.

“God, you’re hot,” Chloe sighed happily, positioning herself on hands and knees, leaning over the brunette. She dipped down to connect their mouths, smiling into their kiss when Beca let out an impatient groan. 

“Easy now, we’ve got all the time in the world,” Chloe hummed, running her fingers through Beca’s hair, combing it away from her face. “And I have every intention of savouring the experience.”

She let her hand draw a line down Beca’s throat, running in between her breasts and down her stomach, teasingly scratching at her pubes before running back up again. Beca’s hips lifted off the mattress, before dropping back down when the brunette let out another impatient groan. “You’re such a tease.”

“And you love it,” Chloe grinned.

Beca’s smart-ass response was cut off when Chloe took a firm hold of her breast, thumb flicking over an already hardened nipple as she kneaded the soft flesh. Deciding Beca probably wouldn’t need too much foreplay, Chloe rested her weight on her elbow, allowing her to keep her hand on Beca’s breast.

She sucked Beca’s other nipple into her mouth, lavishing it with her tongue. She relished at Beca’s fingers tangling in her hair. Having freed up one of her hands, Chloe slid it down Beca’s stomach, through the coarse hair, and further down into the hot wetness between the brunette’s legs.

She gasped at the wetness gathered there, grinning as Beca’s nipple slipped from her mouth. “Someone’s eager, huh?”

“Shut up,” Beca groaned. “Just…”

“Just, what, Beca?” Chloe grinned mischievously. 

“Just… Just make me cum, please,” Beca begged pitifully.

“Well, you did say please,” Chloe hummed. She ran her tongue over Beca’s nipple again, giving it a flick at the same time she sunk two fingers deep into her cunt, earning her a loud moan. “Oh, yes, you like that,” Chloe smirked. 

“Shut up,” Beca repeated, slapping a hand over her face. “Just stop talking.”

Chloe kissed Beca briefly, before nodding. “Fine. But only because I like the sounds you make so much better.”

Pressing her lips to Beca’s pulse points and sucking and nipping at it, Chloe picked up the pace of her fingers, pumping them in and out of Beca at a rapid pace. She wasn’t surprised to find Beca’s breathing picking up immediately, her moans growing louder and louder over the next few minutes.

When she felt confident Beca was close to her orgasm, Chloe twisted her hand, allowing her to rub her thumb across her clit as she pumped her fingers in and out. Almost immediately, Beca let out a loud stream of curses, interspersed with Chloe’s name.

When Beca finally relaxed, and the quivering of her sex around Chloe’s fingers ceased, Chloe gently pulled out, pressing a soft and sweet kiss to Beca’s lips. “How’re you feeling, babe?”

Beca sighed contently, pushing at Chloe’s shoulder to reverse their positions. “I’m feeling like I might want to find out what it’s like to go down on a girl,” the brunette smiled cockily, making Chloe’s insides melt.

Chloe smiled encouragingly, spreading her arms and legs out, making sure Beca would have access to whatever she wanted to explore. “Well, I’m not stopping you,” she winked. Seeing Beca bite her lower lip again, her smile softened. “Take your time, Beca. Explore. Try things out - you’ll figure out what I do and don’t like.”

“Okay, yeah,” Beca nodded, more to herself than to Chloe, it seemed.

Chloe closed her eyes, having decided she’d let Beca surprise her. She smiled when she felt the brunette’s lips against her own, kissing her sweetly, yet passionately. Beca’s fingers found purchase in Chloe’s hair, gripping it tightly and pulling softly, forcing Chloe’s head back, and coaxing a moan out of her mouth.

A second, louder moan followed when she felt Beca’s tongue running down the side of her throat, after which she felt lips pressed to her clavicles, and then over the swell of her breasts. Not long after, she felt tickling fingertips running wide circles around her breasts, blunt nails scratching at the sensitive flesh.

For someone so new to this, Beca sure knew how to get her worked up.

She gasped when, after an eternity, Beca’s fingers finally reached her nipples, and the brunette caressed one softly, whereas the other got a harder treatment, the brunette’s deft fingers pulling at the sensitive flesh.

“Too much?” Beca’s timid voice asked, fingers disappearing again.

“N-no, you’re doing great,” Chloe responded, not deaf to the breathiness of her voice.

The fingers returned on one side, and the tickling of Beca’s hair forewarned Chloe of the brunette’s mouth, which took her other nipple into warm wetness, her tongue flicking it up and down. She heard herself moaning again when Beca gently suckled her nipple, letting it slip free with a wet pop. 

“I can’t believe you’re letting me do this,” Beca told her so softly it was almost a whisper. “You’re so… You’re like some kind of sex goddess.”

“You’re not so bad yourself,” Chloe winked, adoring the brunette’s blush. “And I’ll keep telling you you’re beautiful and amazing for as long as you’ll let me.”

Her words seemed to spark something in Beca. The bed jostled as the brunette scurried backwards, lowering herself between Chloe’s legs. “Oh wow…” came her amazed gasp.

“Yeah, I’m soaking,” Chloe chuckled, not at all ashamed. 

“Did I…?”

“Uh-huh,” Chloe nodded, closing her eyes again. “You’re doing really great, Beca… Please keep going?”

Rather than the verbal answer she had been expecting, Beca responded by sinking her pointer finger into Chloe’s heat, curling it just right on her first try, and repeating the motion again and again. After the fifth time, the finger disappeared, only to be replaced by Beca’s tongue, eagerly lapping at Chloe.

From the way she was eating her out, Chloe wouldn’t have suspected any anxiety or nervosity. Mostly it was just very enthusiastic. Despite her enthusiasm, Beca proved herself an attentive lover, figuring out what worked best, and improving her technique with every passing stroke of her tongue. 

“Ohmygod, Becs, I’m so close,” Chloe whined. 

She arched her back with a groan when Beca took her clit into her mouth, sucking as she rubbed her tongue over the sensitive bundle. When she didn’t let up, and two fingers found their way inside her again, curling just-so, Chloe squeezed her eyes close so hard she saw stars.

Wanting to assure herself this was really happening, she pushed herself up on her elbow, looking down at the brunette. She had expected her to be entirely focused on her work, and was somewhat shocked to find Beca looking her straight in the eye.

Beca didn’t avert her eyes, and neither did Chloe. Nevertheless, her eyes rolled back when one of Beca’s hands came up to grasp at Chloe’s breast, pinching the nipple between two of her fingers. “Don’t stop,” Chloe panted.

She’d felt it coming for a while now. The slow build of her climax was a feeling she was no stranger too, and she could already tell this one was going to be one for the history books. Surely enough, when she finally reached her peak, she felt every muscle in her body tensing, her hips bucking up as her heels dug themselves into the mattress.

Somehow, Beca managed to smoothly move with every jerk and roll of Chloe’s body, her mouth and fingers never letting up. It wasn’t until she reached down and softly pulled Beca from her perch between her legs that the brunette ceased her lovemaking, grinning up at her proudly, mouth glistening with Chloe’s arousal.

“Come up here and kiss me?” Chloe asked sweetly, bursting into a cackling laughter as Beca launched herself at her, almost bumping their faces together. Their lips found each other easily, and Chloe relaxed, feeling Beca’s soft body resting against her own.

“That was fucking amazing,” Beca grinned after a while. “Can we do that again?”

“I’m going to need a few minutes,” Chloe chuckled breathlessly. “But after that, yes please.”

“Can I take you out tonight? Have our second date?” Chloe asked out of the blue.

She immediately felt Beca’s smile against her shoulder. “I’d like that.”

“We can stay in bed and have sex until then, I guess,” Chloe shrugged casually.

“I’d like that, too.”

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They’d been in bed for almost six hours, and Chloe honestly didn’t know where they had found the stamina to keep going this long. She’d long lost track of the amount of orgasms they’d treated each other to. Beca was couldn’t be deterred, even when the neighbors had started banging on the wall, yelling at them to keep their sex lives to themselves.

Beca had just laughed, and taking it as a challenge to make Chloe cum even harder, and louder, than ever before.

Now they were lying on their sides, facing each other. Chloe’s fingers were still inside Beca, now unmoving, their last simultaneous orgasm having faded almost half an hour ago. Chloe had decided she wouldn’t remove her fingers until Beca moved away, or asked her to.

The ringing of Beca’s phone startled them both, causing Chloe to twitch her fingers, making Beca gasp again as she reached for the source of the sound.

“It’s Stacie,” Beca announced.

“This morning’s Stacie?” 

“Yeah, one and the same.”

“You should probably answer that,” Chloe grinned, gently moving her fingers out of Beca, only to sink them back in.

“You’re the worst,” Beca huffed. Nevertheless, she pressed the green button, and put her phone into speaker mode. “Hey, Stace.”

“Beca! You rascal! I didn’t know you had it in you!” Stacie crowed loudly. “You never told me you liked the ladies!”

“I didn’t know I liked the ladies,” Beca responded deadpan. 

“What’s her name? Is she good in bed? Are you going to see her again?”

“Her name’s Chloe,” Beca responded with a good natured sigh. “She’s amazing in bed, and…”

“Don’t tell me you let that hottie get away!” Stacie gasped.

“Don’t worry,” Chloe chirped into the phone. “I’m not going anywhere!”

“Ohmygod, she’s still there?” Stacie asked incredulously.

“Yeah, she is, obviously,” Beca chuckled. “We’re having our second date tonight.”

“I’m happy for you, Beca. Really, I am. So, how long has this been going on for?” 

“Uh, officially, since yesterday,” Beca mumbled, eyes widening as Chloe’s fingers sped up slightly. 

“So you had sex last night, right?” Stacie asked. “I need all the details, Mitchell!”

“You’re not getting any details!” Beca stammered, glaring at Chloe but doing nothing to remove her fingers.

“Are you at least getting enough to untwist your panties?”

“Uh, you could say that…”

“You’ve totally been fucking all day, haven’t you?” Stacie laughed.

“We have,” Chloe confirmed. With a sly smirk, she curled her fingers, knowing Beca’s sensitive spots by heart now. She wasn’t at all surprised when Beca let out a quiet, retrained moan. 

“Beca… Was that... “

Moving her fingers even faster, Chloe grinned as Beca bit her lip, but the moan still kept spilling out.

“Oh god, you’re doing it right now!” Stacie cackled. “That’s… actually really hot.”

“Okay, goodbye Stace!” Beca rushed. “I’ve got um-”

“Yeah, yeah, go!” Stacie interrupted. “You’ve got better things to do with your mouth right now!”

“I hate you,” Beca groused as she tossed her phone away. “You’re evil.”

“Maybe,” Chloe grinned, brushing her thumb over Beca’s clit. “But you love it.”

“Oh, god,” Beca exclaimed, hand grasping at Chloe’s wrist. “Yeah, yeah I do.”