I do not own Pitch Perfect or any of the characters.
Experimenting
Beca sipped at her drink in silence, watching as the other girls celebrated. They had just won the Worlds barely two days ago, and the Bellas hadn't stopped partying since. Well, all but Beca. For all her talk before about how Chloe should suck it up and graduate, she finally understood how Chloe felt with graduation just a couple days away. Of course, that wasn't the only thing on her mind. Ever since the first time she had met the leader of the Das Sound Machine, her head had been scrambled. And the more times she met the lead singer, the more confused she had gotten. Even now, with DSM thousands of miles away, Beca still couldn't quite get her mind right. She had been drinking straight Jack for the last two days, and had been drunk most of it. Being drunk had helped at first. But the longer she had been around the girls, the more she began to grow confused again.
Now, she was nursing a plastic cup filled with Jack and trying to force her brain to stop questioning. It didn't work, of course. The more she tried not to, the more she found her eyes drifting over a certain redhead's body. She sighed. She decided she hated germans. She took another sip as Stacie practically bounced into the room with a small card box labelled Truth or Dare in black over the box's pink coloring. She groaned. No one had proven themselves better at making Beca question her sexuality than Stacie, except for Chloe, who succeeded at it simply by being around Beca.
"Oh girls, it's time for games!" Stacie said.
"Oh please, not another game of around the world," Chloe said. "I can't handle that much alcohol again."
"Nope," Stacie beamed. "This time, we're starting off easy. Women exclusive, Truth or Dare, the drinking game."
"That sounds like a terrible idea," Beca said.
"That sounds like a great idea," Cynthia Rose said. "Let's play!"
Several of the others all cheered, sitting in a circle, even Emily. However, Beca remained where she was.
"Come on Beca," Amy said. "Come play with us."
"No, I'm okay just watching," Beca said, only for Chloe to take her hand, pulling her over into a seated position beside her. "Oh, okay."
She took a steadying breath, eyes flicking to where Chloe was still holding her hand before going to her empty cup. She forced her heart to slow down and wiggled her hand out of Chloe's.
"I'm just going to refill this," Becca said, moving to stand, only for Chloe to set a hand on her thigh, making her freeze, Beca barely keeping from sucking in a loud breath.
"No need," Chloe smiled, holding out another cup. "I already got you one."
Beca thanked her, taking a sip, eyes widening. Whatever it was was strong but tasted like lemonade.
"Wow," Beca said. "That's really good."
"Thanks," Chloe beamed.
"Alright," Stacie smiled. "Let's start with Emily. Truth or dare?"
"Truth," Emily said.
Stacie pulled one of the truth cards, reading it off. "Have you ever kissed another girl?"
"No," Emily said. "Stacie, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Stacie said.
Emily pulled a dare card blushing profusely in seconds. "Kiss whoever reads this card to you on the lips for three seconds, no tongue."
Several of the girls cheered or cat called playfully. Stacie shrugged, sliding over to Emily and cupping her face, kissing her. Emily's face darkened even more, but after a moment, she began to return the kiss, just in time for Stacie to pull away and return to her original spot. Stacie looked around the circle, eye settling on Beca for a moment and an almost predatory grin forming over her face. Beca swallowed hard, taking a drink from her cup.
"Beca, truth or dare," Stacie said.
Beca's eyes flicked to the cards. She already could tell that the game was lesbian-oriented, so dare was most likely a bad idea. But what if it was a question she couldn't answer truthfully? She was notoriously horrible at lying.
"Truth," Beca said finally.
Stacie grinned, pulling the next truth question, face lighting up in glee. "Have you ever kissed or had any form of sexual relations with another female..."
"No," Beca said.
"...or wanted to," Stacie finished, grinning wickedly.
Beca stared at her. "You're making that up."
Stacie tossed her the card and Beca picked it up, blushing. It actually did ask that. She tossed it back, taking a drink.
"Yes," she finally grumbled.
All of the others began reacted as expected. "Ooo"s all around.
"Cynthia Rose, truth or dare," Beca said, after the others had finally settled down.
"Dare," Cynthia Rose said.
Beca picked up the card and blushed scarlet. Cynthia Rose grinned.
"Have the person who suggested the game take off your shirt with only their teeth while maintaining eye contact the entire time," Beca read off.
Stacie again shrugged and turned to Cynthia Rose, who leaned back, grinning widely. Then, Stacie began to use her teeth to undo the buttons of Cynthia Rose's night shirt. Once she was done, and because it was physically impossible for Stacie to do herself, Cynthia Rose shrugged the shirt off, leaving her in a bra and her shorts.
"This is going to end very badly, isn't it?" Beca asked.
"I think it's going to end very well," Cynthia Rose grinned.
"Don't get your hope up," Stacie said, once again returning to her spot.
"Chloe, truth or dare," Cynthia Rose asked.
"Truth," Chloe said, Cynthia Rose pulling out a card.
"Who do you fantasize about most when you masturbate?" Cynthia Rose asked, Chloe's face turning scarlet instantly.
"Um, can I switch to dare?" Chloe asked.
"No way!" Flo laughed. "You have to answer the question!"
"Yeah, come on Chloe!" Jessica said.
"Um...Anna Kendrick," Chloe said.
"The actress?" Beca asked. "Wait, you're a lesbian?"
"More...curious," Chloe said.
"Mmm," Cynthia Rose grinned. "I can work with curious."
"Sorry Cynthia Rose, but you're not my type," Chloe said.
Cynthia Rose shrugged. "That's fine. I can still win Stacie over playing this game."
"I bet a hundred dollars your can't," Stacie said.
"Bet," Cynthia Rose said, holding out her hand.
They shook and Beca shook her head, taking a drink and glancing at Chloe, struggling to still her whirling thoughts. Chloe looked around, stopping on Flo.
"Flo, truth or dare?" Chloe said.
"Dare," Flo said.
Chloe pulled out the card and her mouth fell open, the card falling out of her hand. Beca picked it up and stared at it, face rapidly turning scarlet.
"What?" Stacie asked. "It can't be that bad, can it?"
"Strip naked and dance sexually for the group," Beca said.
Emily's face instantly matched Beca and Chloe's while Cynthia Rose cheered, Amy and Stacie both shrugged, and Flo jumped to her feet, quickly stripping out of her clothes and starting a song that wouldn't be out of place at a strip club, beginning to gyrate her hips in what could barely be called a dance, even less so once Flo's hands began to rub and tease herself. Finally, after about three minutes, the song finally ended and Flo got dressed again.
"I think I'm going to stop playing here," Beca said, moving to stand, only for Ashley on her left, and Chloe on her right to catch her by the sides of the shirt, holding her in place.
"Why?" Beca groaned.
"You're not skipping out on the celebration," Chloe said.
"It's been two days!" Beca said. "We've celebrated enough!"
"She's right," Cynthia Rose sighed. "Two days is a bit much for one celebration. Let's call it a day."
The others all sighed, grumbling agreements.
"So now we'll celebrate the Bellas being reinstated!" Cynthia Rose grinned, all of the girls except Beca cheering.
"I hate you," Beca grumbled as Chloe grinned triumphantly.
"No you don't," Chloe smiled, leaning in to rub the end of her nose against the end of Beca's, as she sometimes did when she was either drunk or feeling especially affectionate.
This time, however, it was all Beca could do to keep from closing the distance the rest of the way. Her breath hitched and her heart and mind were both sent racing, her face turning pink almost instantly. She turned back to the game and took a drink, struggling to control herself.
"You okay Beca?" Stacie asked, grinning knowingly.
"Drank too much," Beca lied. "Hurry up. I want to sleep soon."
"I bet you do," Stacie grinned. "Go ahead Flo."
"Emily, truth or dare?" Flo asked.
Emily hesitated for several seconds. "Truth."
Flo picked up the card. "What is the kinkiest thing you have ever done?"
Emily blushed. "I-I've never even had sex...so..."
"Fair enough," Flo said. "That's really impressive. When I was thirteen, my uncle...nevermind."
Everyone stared at her in open-mouthed silence for several moments.
"What?" Flo asked. "I was going to say he gave me the sex talk, but it didn't really have anything to do with her not being a Stacie."
"Hey!" Stacie said before shrugging. "Fair enough."
"Anyway," Emily said. "Beca, truth or dare?"
"Dare," Beca said without thinking. "No wait, I meant truth!"
"Too late!" Stacie said.
"Oh, it's a good one too," Emily said, reading the question. "Have the person to your right take off their shirt and bra and drink a vodka shot off of their skin."
Beca flushed crimson. Chloe. It had to be Chloe. Of course. Because who else would the universe want her to drink a vodka shot off of? Chloe, face glowing as brightly as Beca's, hesitantly shed the clothing she was instructed to and lay down. Stacie, forever the achilles heel to Beca's attempts to deny her increasingly obvious problem, walked over with a shot and knelt, carefully pouring the shot from Chloe's navel to just below her breasts, close enough that Beca would have trouble not having to put her face between them. Beca gave Stacie a dirty look, only to receive a triumphant smile in return.
"You're not allowed to stop until you finish it all," Stacie said. "And you're doing it right. You have to sit between Chloe's legs."
"You're a bitch," Beca said, kneeling between Chloe's legs and blushing even brighter rapidly.
She swallowed hard. She had long since given up on trying to convince herself that she wasn't interested, or at least curious. Finally, she leaned down, licking experimentally at the vodka, only to find that she couldn't get any off of Chloe that way, she was simply spreading it. She took a steadying breath before beginning to press her lips to Chloe's skin, sucking the vodka off of it one spot at a time, resulting in her placing exceedingly sexual, and increasingly difficult to restrain, kisses to Chloe's skin in a trail leading up her abdomen. As she slowly cleaned up the vodka, with everyone else watching in silence, Beca found that she could feel the tautness of Chloe's abdominal muscles. She could feel them quivering beneath Chloe's skin, and could feel her abdomen shake every time she pulled in a shaky breath. Despite her best efforts, Beca found that she was actually loving drinking Vodka off of Chloe. She found herself wishing there was more. However, she kept up the act of not liking it. She finally reached the part she had been dreading before, and now couldn't quite tell how she felt about it. She couldn't avoid Chloe's breasts from the angle she was at, as Stacie had known, and the vodka had also run between them to Chloe's throat, likely also as Stacie had known it would. So, Becca scrunched up her face to hide the truth, and continued her trail up between Chloe's breasts, hearing Chloe's breath hitch quietly. Then, she finally reached Chloe's throat, Chloe tilting her head back out of her way, allowing Beca to collect the last of the vodka. However, when Beca found that she was out, she actually had to force herself to sit up, fortunately able to do it before anyone got suspicious.
She slid out of Chloe's way and Chloe sat up, quickly getting dressed again, face still scarlet and eyes not leaving the ground. Beca took a large drink from her cup, looking around.
"Emily, truth or dare?" Beca asked, deciding Emily would probably be the safest option, plus she could play it off as revenge.
"Dare," Emily said. "Fair's fair."
Beca pulled out the card and simply sat there staring at it.
"What?" Emily asked.
"Turning tables," Beca read. "Whoever pulled this card has to..." she let her arm fall, staring at the ground. "...has to lick up the neck of the person to their right, give them a hickie, and suck on their ear for three minutes."
Everyone either laughed or cat called. Beca and Chloe both blushed even worse.
"For the record, totally not my fault," Emily said.
Beca sighed heavily. She really hated this game.
"I've got a timer," Stacie said, holding up the phone. "Aaaaannnnnd...begin!"
She hit start and Beca grumbled out a couple of choice words about Stacie before leaning over and beginning to trail her tongue over Chloe's neck. Chloe's breath hitched again, more noticeably this time, at least to Beca who was now directly beside her head, and Beca had to fight to keep from putting too much effort into it. After a few seconds of trailing her tongue over Chloe's neck, she locked her lips over Chloe's pulse point, deciding it would be the easiest spot, and began to suckle at it forcefully. Chloe's head tilted out of the way slightly and she pulled in a shaky, unsteady breath, though she was obviously being careful about it because even Beca could barely hear it. Finally, Beca moved away from Chloe's pulse point, cracking an eye open to see she had left a dark spot that was extremely obvious. As Beca began to suckle and toy with Chloe's earlobe, actually earning a near-silent whimper from Chloe this time, it occurred to Beca that Chloe would have to hide that during graduation. It also occurred to her that it had been more than three minutes but the timer hadn't gone off. She pulled back and glared at Stacie, who simply grinned.
"Oops," Stacie said. "I accidentally stopped the timer."
"That's not fair!" Chloe said.
"You didn't look like you minded," Stacie shrugged, Chloe's face turning so dark Beca thought she might pass out.
"How am I supposed to graduate with this on my neck!?" Chloe demanded.
"Relax," Stacie said. "I hide hickies all the time."
"Emily, I think it's your turn again," Amy finally said.
"Right," Emily said. "Cynthia Rose, truth or dare."
"Dare," Cynthia Rose said before crossing her fingers. "Fuck Stacie. Fuck Stacie. Fuck Stacie."
"Give the person two spots to your left a sensual massage until your next turn without touching their breasts, ass, or groin," Emily read.
Cynthia Rose all but cheered, Stacie shrugging and laying down, Cynthia Rose switching spots with Jessica so that she'd be able to reach Stacie.
"Amy, truth or dare?" Cynthia Rose asked.
"Dare," Amy said, picking up one of the cards since Cynthia Rose was busy. "Shotgun race the person to your right. You good to race right now Stacie?"
"Sure," Stacie said, both picking up a beer.
About ten seconds later, Amy had won and was doing several victory shots.
"Okay, so I seriously think we should stop this game now," Beca said.
"Stacie, truth or dare?" Amy asked, ignoring Beca entirely.
"Dare," Stacie said.
Amy picked up the card and smirked. "Sensually kiss the person physically nearest to you for at least ten seconds."
Cynthia Rose cheered and Stacie sat up, kissing her as Cynthia Rose's hands continued to massage every sensitive spot they could find that wasn't off limits. Finally, after nearly twenty seconds, Stacie pulled away, turning on Beca again.
"Chloe, truth or dare?" Stacie asked, shifting her gaze.
"Uh...dare, I guess," Chloe said.
Stacie grinned widely, pulling out a card and grinning widely. "Play the nervous game with the person to your left."
"Wait, that's-" Cynthia Rose began but was cut off by Stacie kissing her for a moment. "Can I have another one?"
A couple of the others laughed before everyone turned to Chloe, who was already blushing scarlet. she reached over, hesitantly placing her hand on Beca's knee and beginning to trail her fingers upward, stopping every couple inches to ask Beca if she was nervous yet. Beca repeatedly answered with a no, even though her face was arguably darker than Chloe's, and her skin was starting to develop goosebumps on her thighs. Her heart was hammering away in her chest loud enough that she was sure Chloe could hear it, and her brain was at war with itself over wether or not she regretted wearing silk short shorts and a pair of skimpy underwear, which was all that had been clean. Slowly, Chloe's fingers began to approach where Beca was desperately trying to tell herself she didn't want them. However, just as Chloe's fingers brushed the edge of Beca's shorts, which had, at one point or another, been pushed up to where they were basically panties, Chloe pulled her hand away, unable to make herself go any higher, apparently. Beca sighed quietly, taking a drink.
"Your turn Beca," Stacie said, Beca spraying alcohol out of her nose.
"Excuse me?" Beca asked, wiping her face with a piece of paper towel. "That's not what the card said."
"That's how the nervous game works," Stacie said. "She does you, then you do her."
Several of the others agreed and Beca took a shaking breath before setting her hand on Chloe's thigh starting her own turn. As with Beca, Chloe repeatedly responded with a no every time she was asked, but Beca could feel Chloe's muscles quivering under her fingers, and could feel the bumps developing across Chloe's skin. The realization that Chloe was as nervous as Beca was hit Beca like a freight train and she froze for a moment before continuing, slightly less hesitantly this time. Where Beca had on a teeshirt with a bra, shorts and panties, Chloe had opted for a tank top with no bra, allowing Beca to see her nipples sticking out through the material, a pair of silk shorts like Beca's own, and Beca assumed Chloe had worn more descent underwear than she had.
Just as Beca's hands began to trail over the outside of Chloe's shorts, Stacie spoke up again.
"Inside," Stacie said. "Has to be inside the shorts."
"Bullshit!" Beca said. "That's not a rule!"
"All in favor?" Stacie asked, raising a hand.
Cynthia Rose, Amy, Flo, and Ashley all raised their hands and Beca groaned, slipping her hands back down then continuing, this time with her fingers reaching under Chloe's shorts. After a few more seconds, and two more repetitions of Chloe blatantly lying about being nervous, Beca's finger reached the axis between Chloe's legs, only for Beca to snatch her hand back as though she had been burned, staring at Chloe for a moment before quickly taking a drink and staring at the ground. Chloe wasn't wearing panties.
"Looks like it's a tie, then," Stacie shrugged. "Alright Chloe, your turn."
Chloe hesitated before looking to Beca. "Truth or dare?"
Beca froze. She was joking. Her? Of all people?
"Truth," Beca said.
Chloe pulled out a card and swallowed hard. "Have you ever masturbated to thoughts of someone in the room?"
"No," Beca said.
That much was true. She had never masturbated to thoughts of anyone in the room. She may currently be struggling to get a certain person out of her head, but she had never masturbated to thoughts of her.
"Cynthia Rose, truth or dare?" Beca asked.
"Dare," Cynthia Rose said.
Beca lifted the card, blushing scarlet instantly. "Pleasure the person to your left for the next five minutes using only your hands."
"Finally!" Cynthia Rose cheered, hand almost instantly diving into Stacie's shorts, almost instantly earning a gasp that turned into a moan, one of Stacie's hands grabbing Cynthia Rose's pajama pants as Cynthia Rose's free hand began to kneed her breasts.
"Emily, truth or dare?" Cynthia Rose asked.
"Dare," Emily said, taking a card herself and blushing scarlet. "Everyone must pair up, strip naked, and lay face to face on top of one another for three minutes, maintaining eye contact, except to kiss. The pairs are chosen according to seating too."
She set the card down, turning it so that the spot marked as "reader" was toward her. Beca's gut dropped. She was with Chloe. Amy was with Ashley, Emily was supposed to be with Stacie, but since Cynthia Rose had a dare to finish, she was placed with Jessica instead. Everyone stripped and Beca lay down, Chloe laying on top of her, both blushing profusely. Beca's eyes flicked to the side seeing Cynthia Rose and Stacie kissing as Cynthia Rose continued her dare, Ashley had a hand over both her mouth and Amy's to keep Amy from kissing her, and Emily and Jessica were simply laying there, not really doing anything. Finally, Beca allowed herself to look up into Chloe's eyes. The effect was almost instant. The moment her eyes met Chloe's, she was lost in them. She began to become hyperaware of everywhere Chloe's body made contact with her own, the way Chloe's breasts pressed against her own, the way Chloe's pelvis pressed into her own, the burning desire she could feel building up inside of herself to increase the pressure there. She felt her head slowly moving closer to Chloe's, Chloe's own very slowly sinking. Beca hoped no one else noticed. She fought to lay still, struggling to regain control. She forced herself to latch onto anything she could to keep from slipping. She couldn't be attracted to Chloe. She wasn't bi, or gay. She was straight. And she had Jesse. That thought shot through her like a fragmentation grenade, shredding her heart. She was with Jesse. She couldn't be attracted to Chloe because it would be cheating. She was faithful. She couldn't be with Chloe.
Chloe seemed to see the shift, because she suddenly stopped leaning forward, pulling back slightly. Beca saw sadness fill Chloe's eyes, even as her face stayed crimson and bore the same embarrassed expression that it had for most of the game. Then, finally, the buzzer went off. Chloe was off of Beca and getting dressed almost instantly, Beca sitting up and getting dressed as well, somehow finding herself feeling guilty for not kissing Chloe. Finally, she sighed heavily.
"I'm done," Beca said, standing. "I'm going to bed. It's late, and I'm tired."
This time, no one tried to stop her, Emily and Amy wishing her a good night, Chloe managing a quieter version of the same, and the others were either too busy getting dressed, as with Ashley or Jessica, or were still kissing and pleasuring each other, as were Cynthia Rose and Stacie. Beca quickly hurried out of the room and down the hallway to her own hotel room, opening the door and stepping through, closing it and sliding to the floor. She took a breath to try to get her thoughts under control, only for her breath to catch out of the blue. Then, as she tried to exhale, a sob slipped out. And just like that, Beca was crying, burying her head into her legs to muffle the sound and struggling to grasp even why she was crying to begin with, let alone trying to stop. After what felt like forever, she finally managed to stop and made her way to bed, laying down and pulling the sheets up to her neck, closing her eyes and trying to force herself to sleep. However, as she lay there, memories from the last few hours assaulted her, all of them about Chloe. Her laugh, her smile, her smell. The taste of her skin, both mixed with vodka and also not. The ghost of the feeling of her fingers running up Beca's inner thigh. The feeling of her body pressed against Beca's own.
Beca felt tears leaking out of her eyes again. She felt horrible. She felt guilty for wanting to be with Chloe when she was still with Jesse, but she also felt guilty for not wanting to be with Chloe because of Jesse. Finally, she couldn't take the feeling of Chloe's body on hers and her fingers on her thigh anymore. She threw the sheets off, drying her eyes and walking to the door, opening it and creeping down the hallway to the room they had been partying in a couple hours ago, peeking in and finding Cynthia Rose and Stacie had both fallen asleep there, covered by a sheet now but still together, and that Amy had also passed out in the room. The rest were gone. Beca turned walking to Chloe's room and finding the door was still open a little, having gotten caught on one of Chloe's slippers when it was closing. She slipped inside quietly, sliding the slipper out of the way and closing the door silently. She wasn't sure what she was planning, at least, until she heard a quiet sob echo from somewhere in the dark room. Almost instantly, her mind was made up. She just wanted Chloe to stop crying.
She walked into the room, finding Chloe curled into the fetal position on the bed. She walked over, considering speaking, but instead she slipped into the bed beside Chloe, who gasped loudly. However, when Beca cuddled up against Chloe's back, wrapping her arms around Chloe, Chloe simply began to cry harder. Beca pulled her tighter against her, shushing her and gently stroking one hand up and down her arm comfortingly. After a couple of seconds, she placed a light kiss to the back of Chloe's neck. Then another. And another. After a few minutes of this, Chloe finally began to calm down and rolled over to look at Beca.
"I'm sorry," Chloe said. "Earlier, I wasn't thinking...and...I was drunk...and-"
"Chloe, stop," Beca said soothingly. "It's alright."
"No," Chloe said. "I was being stupid, and I'm sorry!"
"You weren't being stupid, Chloe," Beca said.
"Yes I was," Chloe said. "I was being stupid, and I wasn't thinking, and I almost tried to-"
Beca pressed her lips to Chloe's, silencing her instantly. After a moment, she pulled back from the kiss, looking into Chloe's wide, shocked eyes.
"You weren't being stupid Chloe," Beca said. "I've been wanting to do that for so long it was driving me insane."
Chloe mashed her lips to Beca's instantly, Beca kissing her back just as passionately, matching the need she felt from Choe with her own. Chloe rolled over, getting on top of Beca, her hands pawing at Beca's shoulders and sides, seeming to just need to feel her, to make sure it was real and that Beca was actually there. Finally, Beca rolled them over, breaking the kiss and sliding back, pulling Chloe's shirt off of her. Chloe looked up at Beca nervously and Beca smiled, bending down and placing a kiss against Chloe's stomach, suckling gently before beginning a lazy trail up Chloe's abdomen again, as she had when she had been ordered to drink vodka off of Chloe. Except this time, Chloe didn't bother to keep her unsteady breaths quiet.
When Beca reached Chloe's chest this time, she moved to Chloe's left breast, beginning to kiss every exposed inch of it before taking Chloe's nipple into her mouth, Chloe's left hand tangling her fingers into Beca's hair as Beca sucked on her nipple, flicking it with her tongue several times before gently biting down on it and rolling it gently between her teeth. Chloe moaned quietly and Beca opened her eyes, looking up at Chloe as she continued. Chloe gasped as their eyes met, seemingly unable to tear her eyes away from Beca's own. Finally, Beca switched to Chloe's other breast, repeating the treatment this time without breaking eye contact once except to blink. As she was tending to Chloe's nipple, Chloe again moaned quietly. Beca felt a little disappointed. Deep inside of her, she felt a new desire grow. A desire to hear Chloe screaming in pleasure, not the quiet, reserved moans she was letting out now. With that thought in mind, she began to trail her fingers up Chloe's thigh, Chloe tensing and breathing more quickly before her legs finally closed, catching Beca's hand just shy of her shorts, which had ridden up.
"Are you nervous?" Beca asked.
Chloe blushed but nodded slightly. "Yes."
"You don't have to be," Beca said, reaching up and kissing her. "Just relax and let me know if I'm doing it right. Remember, you're the first girl I've ever been with."
Chloe nodded, blushing bright red again but opening her legs again. This time, Beca's hand slid up and began to rub Chloe's slit through her shorts, Chloe's breath hitching and before beginning to stutter in and out, Chloe tilting her head back. After a moment, Beca moved her hand up, slipping it into Chloe's shorts as she moved her head up to lick and suckle on Chloe's unmarked pulse point. Chloe moaned loudly this time, Beca beginning to run her fingers through Chloe's slit. She smiled as she worked, trying to memorize every inch of Chloe's womanhood, trying to map out where it was most sensitive, and where it wasn't. As she did, she moved back down to Chloe's breasts, beginning to worship them again, earning an appreciative moan, one which got much, much louder as Beca reached Chloe's clit.
Beca smiled, beginning to rub Chloe's clit quickly, the same way she would her own if she was playing with herself. Chloe's hips began to buck and grind against Beca's fingers within seconds, Chloe breathlessly begging Beca to go faster, which Beca did happily. Finally, Beca moved her fingers down, pushing two fingers into Chloe's dripping entrance, her thumb replacing her fingers and matching their former speed while her fingers also began to match speed. Chloe's hips bucked and rolled in time with Beca's thrusts as moans began to roll out of Chloe quickly. Beca smiled, reaching up and kissing her before beginning to trail kisses down Chloe's body. Finally, she reached her nethers, replacing her thumb with her lips and tongue, Chloe crying out in pleasure as she did, both hands clutching at Beca's head, holding her in place. Beca smiled, redoubling her efforts. She could feel Chloe trembling around her fingers, hear the desperation in her cries of pleasure. But it wasn't quite enough. Beca still felt like she needed to do more. So, she turned her hand back over so her palm was up and curled her fingers forward, feeling them hit a small bundle of nerves inside with ever thrust. Instantly Chloe sucked in a harsh gasp before falling silent, clutching at the bed as though for support, her hips bucking harshly once before she began to spray her juices out of herself. Beca smiled, sucking on her clit harshly, flicking it quickly with her tongue, and continuing to thrust her fingers into Chloe quickly until she felt Chloe finally starting to come down from her orgasm. Finally, she eased back, slipping her fingers out of Chloe and beginning to lap up Chloe's juices, drinking them greedily.
She had heard guys and lesbians both say that girls juices were supposed to be sweet, or fruity, or a number of other things, but she had never believed it. Especially since she had always hated her own taste. But Chloe's was indescribably delicious. Beca couldn't get enough, and couldn't force herself to stop lapping it up even if she had wanted to. It wasn't until Chloe begged her to stop between labored gasps for breath and physically pulled her away that Beca finally relented, moving up and kissing Chloe instead, Chloe moaning weakly as she tasted herself on Beca's lips and tongue. After several seconds, Beca pulled away, smiling and laying down beside Chloe.
"You're a liar," Chloe said. "There's no way that was the first time you've done that."
"I just did what I liked to have done," Beca shrugged.
Chloe smiled, kissing her again. For a moment, the kiss was slow and lethargic. Then, Beca felt Chloe begin to grow more needy again, hands beginning to travel Beca's body. Within a couple of minutes, Chloe pulled back, pulling Beca's shirt over Beca's head before moving down to worship Beca's breasts. Beca moaned as electric bolts of pleasure shot through her, her skin burning anywhere Chloe touched, whether with her fingers, lips, or tongue. Chloe wrapped her lips around one of Beca's nipples and gently sucked it into her mouth, biting down and Beca moaned loudly. Chloe smiled up at Beca, Beca again getting lost in Chloe's eyes. After several minutes of worshiping Beca's breasts, and after pulling several more loud moans from Beca, Chloe moved down, trailing gentle kisses and licks seemingly at random down Beca's abdomen and pelvis, then moved to her thighs. Beca's head rolled back as Chloe kissed randomly over Beca's thighs. She didn't understand. It was like Chloe instinctively knew every weak point Beca had. Within barely a few minutes of Chloe's teasing kisses at seemingly random and unimportant places, Beca was drowning in a sea of white-hot need, her nethers burning and her juices having far beyond prepared her for Chloe. Beca opened her mouth, planning to beg Chloe to stop teasing her, only for Chloe to suddenly latch onto Beca's clit. Beca screamed in pleasure and surprise as Chloe sucked it into her mouth hard, flicking it rapidly with her tongue before releasing it with a wet smack and beginning to run her tongue through Beca's sopping folds.
Beca cried out in pleasure continuously as Chloe devoured her, Chloe's every touch, lick, kiss, and suckle driving her even further into her endless sea of mind-shattering bliss. Part of Beca was worried about what would happen when she finally orgasmed if she was already starting to lose sense of anything beyond Chloe's ministrations. She reached out blindly, trying to find something, anything, to grab onto, and felt Chloe's own hand find hers, intertwining their fingers. Then, Chloe's free hand finally pushed two fingers into Beca. Beca couldn't react. She couldn't scream, she couldn't move, she couldn't do anything. Her eyes were squeezed shut against the sudden blinding white that was filling her vision, but it seared through her eyelids anyway. Then, she was coming. There wasn't any warning. And it wasn't like a damn had burst, because even then, there would be a build up, even if a short one. But this was different. It was more like something snapped. One second Beca's entire body was limp and unable to move from the pleasure she was feeling, aside from her hips instinctively rolling against Chloe, then the next her entire body was shaking and jerking like a seizure, Beca's juices spraying out of her even more forcefully than Chloe's had. And Chloe powered right on through, relentlessly shoving her fingers into Beca again and again, and sucking, licking, and even gently biting Beca's clit the entire time Beca was struggling to get enough air to survive during her orgasm.
Finally, Beca couldn't take it anymore. She pulled on Chloe's hand and Chloe took the hint, gently beginning to ease Beca down with her hand, moving up to kiss Beca as she did. Again it was like a switch was flipped. The moment Chloe's lips met hers, the moment she tasted their juices mixed together, the moment she felt Chloe's tongue dancing with her own, she was able to breathe. She gasped harshly, sucking in as much air as she could before her free hand grabbed at the back of Chloe's head, kissing her desperately, Beca's bliss-addled brain unable to think of any other way to show Chloe how amazing she felt. Chloe chuckled, kissing Beca back gently, Beca slowly beginning to calm down as Chloe continued to ease her down from her orgasm. Finally, Beca's body was limp and somehow both numb and aching agonizingly at the same time. She collapsed back onto the bed, panting and staring up at Chloe in silence, trying to find the words to explain how she felt, to thank Chloe for making her feel that way. Chloe merely smiled and gave her a quick kiss before laying on her shoulder.
"Goodnight Beca," Chloe smiled, gently kissing the side of Beca's neck.
"Good night Chloe," Beca smiled, turning her head and kissing Chloe.
After a couple of minutes, both pulled away and closed their eyes, drifting off to sleep quickly.
Beca's eyes slid open slowly. The first thing she noticed was the burning ache between her legs. Next, was the beautiful redhead asleep in her arms. Third, was that both of them were completely naked. Beca smiled, resting her forehead against Chloe's. She wasn't sure how she was going to go about telling Jesse, but she could figure that out later. For the time being, she just wanted to enjoy this. For as long as she could. She could figure out the hard stuff later. After a few seconds, Chloe's eyes slowly fluttered open and Beca's smile widened, Beca leaning forward and capturing Chloe's lips.
Chloe sighed contentedly, kissing Beca back, their tongues dancing for several seconds before Chloe pulled away. "Good morning to you too."
Beca smiled, watching as Chloe sat up, grimacing as she shifted before pushing herself up and stretching. "Last night was amazing."
"You can say that again," Chloe smiled. "That was the best orgasm of my life. I kind of wish it was more than just experimenting."
"What?" Beca asked, smile faltering as she watched Chloe begin to get dressed.
"Well that's all it was, right?" Chloe asked, not bothering to look back at her.
"N...No...I..."
"I mean, you have Jesse," Chloe said. "And once we graduate, we probably won't be seeing each other ever again, to be perfectly honest. That's just how things go. Last night was definitely the best I've ever had, and you're amazing at pleasing a girl, but we should be honest with ourselves. All it will ever have been was experimenting."
"Chloe...I don't-"
"Beca," Chloe said, turning to smile at her. "It's alright. Just, leave it as it is, alright? I don't want to make things any more complicated than they need to be."
Then, she pulled on her shirt, gave Beca one last quick kiss, and was out the door. Beca sat there, staring at the door in silence, feeling her heart crumble into smaller and smaller pieces as the reality of what Chloe had been saying set in. She hadn't understood anything. Either her own feelings or the alcohol had blinded her to what was really going on. Maybe both. Chloe had just wanted sex. That was all it had ever been. Beca stood, suddenly feeling hollow and ashamed. She pulled her pajamas back on, heading back to her own room and getting cleaned up, then dressed before leaving the room, finding Amy coming out of her own room.
"Good morning Beca," Amy greeted her.
"Hey Amy," Beca said, forcing a smile.
"Are you alright?" Amy asked.
"Yeah," Beca said. "Just didn't sleep well is all."
"Yeah I bet," Amy said. "Sure sounded like you were having trouble sleeping."
Beca blushed, suddenly realizing how loud they had been, before her smile faded entirely as Chloe's words replayed in her head. "Yeah. Could we...never talk about it? Please?"
"What, not good enough was it?" Amy asked.
"It's not that," Beca said. "I just...it was just sex. So...I just want to forget about it."
Amy stared at her for several seconds before nodding. "Okay. Yeah. Sure. Anyway, we should head for the airport. We don't want to miss our flight."
Beca nodded and they left the hotel, getting a cab together and heading to the airport. Once there, they checked in and all headed to their gate. Then, Beca sat in a corner, put in her headphones and began to listen to music, struggling to bury the emotions tearing her apart from the inside out.
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