Behind the Spotlight

Freen and Becky were curled up on the couch, a soft blanket draped over them as they lazily watched a movie. Becky’s head rested on Freen’s shoulder, and Freen absentmindedly played with her fingers, tracing small circles on her palm. The peaceful moment was interrupted when Freen’s phone buzzed on the coffee table.

She reached for it and unlocked the screen, her lips curling into a grin as she read the message.

Noey:"Camping trip this weekend! You two are coming, no excuses! Pack your bags, lovebirds!"

Freen chuckled and turned the phone toward Becky. “Look what Noey sent.”

Becky squinted at the message, then raised an eyebrow. “Camping?” she repeated, her tone full of doubt. She slowly sat up, giving Freen an incredulous look. “Do I look like a girl who camps?”

Freen tried to hold back a laugh but failed. “I mean… no,” she teased, poking Becky’s cheek. “But that’s what makes it even more fun. Imagine—sleeping under the stars, roasting marshmallows, cuddling by the fire…” She leaned in, her lips grazing Becky’s ear. “Maybe sneaking off for some alone time in the woods.”

Becky’s breath hitched for a second, but she quickly covered it up with an eye roll. “Right. And maybe I’ll get eaten by a bear while you’re too busy daydreaming about romance.”

Freen smirked. “If a bear comes, I’ll fight it for you.”

Becky scoffed, crossing her arms. “Oh really? Miss I-scream-when-there’s-a-lizard-in-the-bathroom?”

Freen gasped dramatically. “That was one time! And it was huge!”

Becky shook her head with a smirk. “Mhm. Sure.”

Freen pouted, resting her chin on Becky’s shoulder. “Come on, Bec. It’ll be fun.”

Becky sighed, knowing she had already lost this battle. The way Freen was looking at her—her big, hopeful eyes, her bottom lip slightly jutted out—was unfair.

“Fine,” Becky relented. “But if a bug so much as looks at me, I’m leaving you in the woods.”

Freen grinned, leaning in to press a soft kiss to Becky’s lips. “Don’t worry, baby. I’ll protect you.”

Becky narrowed her eyes. “You better.”

Freen smirked. “Or what? You’ll make me sleep outside the tent?”

Becky grinned mischievously. “Oh no, worse. No kisses for a week.”

Freen gasped, placing a hand over her heart. “That’s cruel.”

“Then you better keep me safe, tough girl.”

Freen pulled Becky back into her arms, holding her close. “Always.”

Freen pulled up in front of Becky’s place, stepping out of the car like she was walking out of a movie scene. The sunlight hit her just right, making her look even more breathtaking. She was wearing a crisp white button-up with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, khaki shorts that showed off her toned legs, and sturdy brown boots. She looked effortlessly hot—like the lead in some action-adventure film.

Becky, who had been waiting by the door, completely forgot how to breathe.

*Oh. My. God.*

Her eyes shamelessly trailed down Freen’s body, and she swallowed hard. “What… what are you wearing?” she stuttered, gripping the doorframe for support.

Freen smirked, walking up to her. “Uh… clothes?” she teased. “Why? Do I look good?”

Becky’s brain short-circuited. *Good?* That was an understatement.

Freen stopped right in front of her, tilting her head playfully. “Bec, are you drooling?”

Becky quickly wiped the corner of her mouth, glaring at Freen. “Shut up.”

Freen chuckled and leaned in, her voice dropping to a husky whisper. “You’re looking at me like you wanna eat me up.”

Becky didn’t even deny it. Instead, she grabbed Freen by the collar and pulled her inside, slamming the door behind them.

“Whoa—” was all Freen could say before Becky crashed her lips against hers.

Freen instantly melted into the kiss, wrapping her arms around Becky’s waist. The heat between them was undeniable. Becky’s hands moved up, fingers slipping into Freen’s hair as she deepened the kiss, pulling Freen closer until their bodies were flush against each other.

Freen let out a soft moan against Becky’s lips, and that sound alone sent shivers down Becky’s spine. She pressed Freen against the door, not even caring that their trip was supposed to start soon.

“Mmm, baby,” Freen mumbled between kisses, gripping Becky’s hips. “If you keep this up… we might not make it to the trip.”

Becky giggled, biting Freen’s bottom lip teasingly. “Maybe that’s my plan.”

Freen groaned, resting her forehead against Becky’s. “You’re dangerous.”

Becky smirked. “And you’re irresistible.”

Just as Freen was about to kiss her again, the sound of a car honking outside made them jump apart.

“Freen! Becky! Let’s go!” Noey’s voice rang through the air.

Becky let out a frustrated sigh, pressing one last quick kiss to Freen’s lips. “This isn’t over.”

Freen smirked, breathless. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

They grabbed their bags and headed outside, pretending nothing had just happened. But the knowing smirks on their faces said otherwise.

Freen and Becky stepped out of the car, stretching after the long drive. The crisp scent of pine filled the air, and a light breeze rustled the trees.

Becky exhaled, looking around. "Alright, so far, no bugs in my face. That’s a good start.”

Before Freen could respond, an excited squeal pierced the air.

“FREEN!”

Becky barely turned before a girl practically launched herself at Freen.

“Nita!” Freen grinned, catching the girl mid-hug.

Becky’s eyes narrowed.

As Nita pulled back, she held onto Freen’s arms, giving them an exaggerated squeeze. “Whoa! You’ve been working out, huh?” Her eyes sparkled.

Freen laughed awkwardly. “Uh, I guess?”

Becky’s jaw clenched.

“I swear, you just keep getting hotter.” Nita sighed dramatically, flipping her hair. “Like, it’s honestly unfair. How am I supposed to concentrate with all this around?” She gestured at Freen like she was a whole damn buffet.

Becky almost choked on air. Excuse me?

Freen, clueless as ever, just chuckled. “You’re being dramatic.”

Nita gasped, placing a hand on her chest. “Me? Dramatic? Never.” She winked.

Becky hated her already.

Freen was busy setting up the tent, sleeves rolled up, flexing her toned arms as she hammered the stakes into the ground. The sun hit just right, making her skin glow, and Becky found herself staring.

And, unfortunately, so was Nita.

Nita practically drooled as she watched Freen work. “Wow, Freen, you’re so good with your hands.”

Becky almost snapped a tent pole in half.

Freen chuckled. “I’ve done this a few times.”

“Oh, I bet you have.” Nita winked. “I wouldn’t mind you showing me some hands-on techniques.”

Becky gasped internally. DID SHE JUST—

Freen, clueless as always, just smiled. “Sure, I can help you with your tent.”

Becky dropped what she was holding. Oh, hell no.

Nita practically skipped to her tent, and Freen followed.

Becky turned to Noey. “Did you see that?”

Noey smirked. “Yep.”

“She’s flirting with my girlfriend!” Becky whispered angrily.

“Yep.”

“And Freen is just helping her like it’s nothing!”

“Yep.”

Becky turned sharply. “You are no help.”

Noey cackled.

Nita’s Flirting Gets Worse
Becky sat by the fire, arms crossed, glaring as Nita giggled at every single thing Freen said.

“Oh my god, Freen, you’re so funny!” Nita laughed, touching Freen’s arm. “I swear, you have the best laugh.”

Becky gritted her teeth. What laugh? She just breathed out of her nose.

“Oh, and your hair is so soft,” Nita continued, running her fingers through Freen’s short hair. “I wish mine looked this good.”

Becky’s eye twitched. Get your hands off my girlfriend before I throw you in the fire.

Freen, completely unaware, just smiled. “Thanks, I guess?”

Becky fumed.

That evening, Becky sat next to Freen, arms linked, silently marking her territory as everyone roasted marshmallows.

And yet—

Nita leaned over Freen’s lap to grab something, her entire chest brushing against Freen’s arm.

“Oh, sorry,” Nita said way too sweetly. “Didn’t mean to get so close.”

Becky snapped.

She leaned in extra close to Freen’s ear, making sure her lips brushed against it.

“Freen,” she purred, voice dangerously low.

Freen shivered. “Y-Yeah?”

Becky smiled sweetly. “Come with me. Now.”

Freen gulped. “Uh—okay?”

Becky dragged her away from the fire.

Nita smirked. “Well, well, what’s that about?”

Noey just sighed. “Oh, you’ll find out soon enough.”

Inside the tent, Becky yanked the zipper shut in one swift motion before spinning around and pushing Freen onto the soft sleeping bag.

Freen let out a surprised gasp, her dark eyes widening as Becky caged her in, straddling her waist.

“Bec…?” Freen whispered, a teasing smile forming.

Becky’s lips were slightly parted, her breathing heavy with unspoken jealousy and hunger. Her fingers traced down Freen’s collarbone, lingering on the soft skin beneath her white tank top.

“You think I didn’t notice?” Becky’s voice was low, sultry, but her eyes burned with possessiveness.

Freen tilted her head, feigning innocence. “Notice what, baby?”

Becky’s fingers gripped Freen’s jaw, making her gasp. “How she looks at you. How you let her.”

Freen let out a shaky breath, loving the fire in Becky’s eyes. “Are you jealous?”

Becky didn’t answer. Instead, she crashed her lips onto Freen’s, kissing her with a bruising intensity. Her nails scraped against Freen’s neck as she pushed her deeper into the sleeping bag, swallowing Freen’s soft whimper.

Freen’s hands moved to Becky’s waist, trying to pull her closer, but Becky pinned them above her head.

“Nuh-uh,” Becky whispered against her lips. “I’m in charge.”

Freen let out a breathless moan, her body aching under Becky’s control.

Becky’s lips left a trail of kisses down Freen’s jaw, her tongue flicking against her pulse before sucking on the sensitive skin.

“Bec…” Freen whispered, arching into her touch.

Becky smirked against her skin. “You let her flirt with you.”

“I didn’t—ahh—” Freen’s sentence was cut off by Becky’s teeth grazing her collarbone, making her back arch.

“You didn’t stop her,” Becky murmured, her lips moving lower, trailing hot kisses along Freen’s chest.

Freen was breathless, dizzy, her fingers digging into Becky’s hair as she tried to pull her closer.

“Do you want me to stop?” Becky teased, her lips hovering just above Freen’s skin, her fingers tracing the hem of Freen’s shorts.

“God, no,” Freen gasped.

Becky chuckled, slowly slipping her hand lower, her fingers ghosting over Freen’s thighs, her hips, teasing her endlessly.

Outside the tent, Nita had just walked by, when suddenly—

A loud, breathless moan filled the air.

“Becky—ahhh!”

Nita froze in place, her eyes widening in shock.

Another moan, louder this time.

“Oh… my… God…” Nita whispered, realizing exactly what was happening inside the tent.

Her face turned bright red.

More sounds. More moans. More pleas.

Nita’s jaw dropped before she spun on her heel and practically ran back toward the campfire, her ears burning.

Inside, Freen was panting, her body trembling beneath Becky.

Becky smirked against Freen’s flushed skin, kissing her one last time before whispering against her lips, “Think she got the message?”

Freen, still breathless and wrecked, buried her face in Becky’s neck, trying to catch her breath.

“Bec… you just ruined me, finish what you started please.”

Becky laughed softly, pressing a final kiss to her lips. “Oh I will baby, I will finish it alright. For now I want you to sit outside and remember why are you dripping between your legs”

Freen looked up at her, dazed and completely gone. “Bec..” She felt weak in her knees.

"Your night has only started baby, tomorrow you won't be able to use your so strong legs" Becky said and with that she left the tent.

Freen laid there, excited, horny and turned fucking on.

It's gonna be a long night.