Here we go.
"Oh Chloe..." Beca whispered quietly. Chloe loved this. She loved the way she was able to unravel this closed-off alt girl. Chloe kissed Beca harder, and teased her clit. "Chloeeeee..." Beca moaned. Slowly, Chloe eased her fingers into Beca's dripping cunt, and she started to fuck her, faster and faster, until Beca was gripping on to the sheets and Chloe fingered her faster and Beca was close, so close and-
I woke up, hot and out of breath. Another dream. I looked over at the clock. 3:36 am. I sighed and thought of Beca Mitchell. All I wanted to do was unravel her, see her come loose, untie all her strings. I wanted to see her hot and bothered for me and only me. I wanted to kiss her beautiful body all over.
I chewed on my lip, and let my hand lift my tank top ever so slightly. My fingers tiptoed across my stomach, stopping at the ribbon of my shorts. Oh God, I wanted Beca Mitchell. I undid the ribbon quickly and let my hand slip into my shorts. I began rubbing myself. I sighed, thinking of Beca once again. I moaned quietly, glad I had my own room at Barden. I closed my eyes, and I could practically see Beca, there in front of me, begging to be fucked. I moaned again. Impatient, I pushed my underwear aside and let my my fingers into my cunt. I gasped. I began working myself up to orgasm, imagining it was Beca's skilled fingers touching me.
I hit a sweet spot, and moaned loudly. God, I wanted her. I wanted her in front of me, begging. I wanted her tied to my bed, struggling. I wanted her on top of me, making love to me.
God, I was close. So close. So... "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" I moaned, tremors running up and down my body. I opened my eyes slowly, out of breath. I sighed and looked toward the door. There, standing in front of the closed door like a lost puppy, was a very red and out-of-breath Beca Mitchell.