Chapter 3:
A/N: Ok, so a few people have told me to try out some smut... and here it is! (jeez, talk about conforming to peer pressure! Lol) It is in bold so if you want to surpass it, feel free to do so.
Chapter 3 everybody! Let me know what you think... I really hope it makes sense.
Beca's POV:
The next morning I woke up with a text from my dad asking me to see him for his weekly "How are things?", "Made any friends yet?" or "How about you come around for dinner with Sheila and I?" meetings... I headed down unenthusiastically to his classroom after my morning class. At about 11:30, I watched his students file out of his – extremely bleak, judging by their expressions – lecture knocked on the hall door after the last girl had slumped out
"You wanted to see me?" I said solemnly to my father, who was sorting through a few papers on his otherwise empty desk.
"'Hi dad, how are you?' 'I'm great thanks Beca! And yourself?' 'I'm swell thanks dad!'" he replied. And people actually wonder where I got my sarcasm from... can you believe it?
"Hi dad, how are you?" I said sweetly.
He rolled his eyes, "Professor Hale tells me that you missed another Philosophy class last week" he stated.
I sighed, "Oh, we're getting straight down to it are we? No small talk?"
His hands hit the desk hard, "I've had it Beca!" he looked up at me with his steely grey eyes "You've been here for almost 3 months and you've done nothing but complain and waste your time on making what your generation calls music on your laptop."
"What?" I asked in disbelief, "Dad, I'm going to my classes, you just happened to ask about me the ONE time I was sick. I've made friends, I got a job at the radio station and I even joined an a Capella group for Christ's sake!"
"Oh, and you're putting your heart and soul into that are you?"
"Well it's kind of hard to be enthusiastic when the captain is a total douche-bee, won't change the set from an ancient playlist or listen to anything we have to say!" I all but shouted at my father. I was trying. I was legitimately putting effort into enjoying Barden University, why couldn't he see that?
"There you go, complaining again!" he huffed out, closing his briefcase. I opened my mouth to speak, but he cut me off. "Don't forget our deal Beca, if you want LA, you're going to have to at least attempt to have fun, okay?" I had to ball my hands up into fists to refrain from punching him.
And with that, he stormed out of the hall. 'What the heck just happened?' I thought to myself. I slammed my hands onto the desk and briefly screamed out in frustration, head hanging low. My hands were clenched around the edge of the desk when her head popped around the corner.
Chloe had seen my father storm out of his lecture hall and, knowing I was inside and probably just as livid, decided she wanted to "cheer me up".
"You wanted to see me Miss Mitchell?" she asked innocently.
"What?" I asked. I looked up, confused.
"Is this about my misbehaviour in class? I'm sorry... I can't help it." She entered the room and shut the door behind her, "When I'm around you I can't help but be naughty" she secured the lock and snaked her way across the room towards me. I then realised what she was doing and chuckled to myself. What is it with this girl and public sex?
"Or, maybe it's my grades?" she enquired sweetly. I felt one arm wind around my waist and the other moving my hair from my shoulder, exposing my neck. I shuddered slightly as I felt her breath tickle my right ear, "Please, just tell me what I can to improve them, Miss Mitchell" she said huskily and trailed kisses down my neckline, unbuttoning my shirt and pulling my shirt down a bit, revealing my shoulder and peppering kisses there too. "I'll do anything" she whispered.
"Well then," I said, deciding to play along. I spun around in her arms and our noses almost touched, "You should really work on the practical application of my teachings, Miss Beale"
"Really?" she asked, "So... how's this?"
She placed open-mouth kisses roughly on my neck and then proceeded to rip open the rest of the buttons on my (brand new) top, and hurled it over her shoulder, she scraped her nails along my abdomen and up my back, finally flicking open the clasp on my bra expertly. Massaging the flesh of my exposed breasts, her tongue danced over my pulse point and I hummed a moan of approval.
My breathing started to get shorter at this point, "Well," I breathed, "if you're lucky, that might get you and 'A'" I pulled her head back, "minus" I smirked.
She raised her eyebrows at this and then shrugged, "I suppose I should just go for extra credit then?" She quickly ran her hands along by backside and lifted me up by my thighs, putting onto the desk behind me. I grabbed her head and kissed her hard, entangling my hands in her long, red curls while she returned the kiss and unbuttoned my jeans, and in no time, I felt her four fingers rubbing against my sex. I gasped and broke of the kiss, throwing my head back and leaning on one arm, while the other grasped tightly on the older girl's shoulder, pushing her down hard.
Complying with my silent demands, the redhead slowly but surely kissed her way down my body, stopping only to lick around my erect nipple. I hissed out in pleasure as she bit down on one and continued to tease me. Almost on her knees now, Chloe tugged down the hem of my pants until they were hanging by my ankles. Her fingers trailed deliberately up my legs, and as she reached my upper thighs, she parted them further. I pushed my pelvis forward, willing her to enter me. She looked up at me through her eyelashes and grinned at the lust in my eyes. Without breaking eye contact, she parted my wet folds slightly with her tongue. I let out a slow, ragged breath as she finally made contact.
I didn't dare look away. Again, she stuck her tongue into me, quicker this time, and I felt it move inside of me. I couldn't refrain from throwing my head back and revelling in the pleasure she was giving me. I was moaning and forming incoherent words unintentionally. Just as she found a rhythm, she started rubbing circles on my clit to the same beat. To my surprise, she also plunged 2 fingers into me and my hips rocked back and forth with her rhythm. Her digits found my g-spot in no time. Pulling her head back to take a breath, she began pumping faster and faster, curling her fingers until my hips followed no steady beat, my eyes fluttered shut and my walls soon closed in around her. My orgasm burst inside of me and I could feel my blood pumping faster and the flow of my cum escape me, falling onto Chloe's ready tongue.
I fell back onto my elbows and my legs just hung over the side of the desk, feeling like jelly. My lover was crawling her way back up my body, stopping as she reached my head.
"I don't know if I did it right, Miss." She bit down hard on my earlobe. "But, you know what they say... 'practice makes perfect', right?" I could feel myself swiftly recovering from my high.
"Mmmhmm" was my response as she kissed down my jaw line, "but don't you think you'd be a quicker learner if you knew exactly what you were doing wrong?" before she could say anything, I pushed her off of me, slid off the desk and flipped our positions over, pinning the redhead between the small table and myself. With her dark eyes admiring my body and her ripping off her own jacket, I could see that Chloe was already quite worked up.
I pulled her head down to me and ran my tongue over her bottom lip, quickly gaining access to the other girl's mouth. Tugging lightly on her hair and eliciting the usual throaty moan in response, I smiled to myself and got to work. I pulled up the hem of her shirt and ran my hand over her taught abs and felt her –braless- breasts and hardened nipple, running my thumb over it. I broke off the kiss for a moment to lift Chloe's shirt up over her head and I flung it to the floor behind me and pulled our bodies together, igniting a flare of passion between us. Our kisses became rougher and I felt the redhead's hips roll onto my lower stomach and her small hands clench my hair tightly. I pushed the palm of my hand hard between the older girl's legs. Her squeal and resounding moan spurred me on, so I pushed my hand into her shorts and found that she was not wearing any underwear.
"Oh, how I love it when my students com prepared" I murmured into her lips, smirking.
"I always... aim to please... Miss Mitchell" she managed to get out before I plunged 3 fingers deep into her at an escalating pace. "Oh, god..." she pushed onto my shoulders with both hands and closed her eyes as she enjoyed my actions.
I pulled her lower body even closer to mine and started thrusting into her with the full force of my body, using all my strength to bring her to the edge. She started letting out small gasps of curses that soon became loud moans that I had to silence with lips on hers once more, for the fear of being caught.
"Oh, wow," she gasped as I felt her walls clench around my fingers "Beca, I'm so close-"
I stopped all of my actions suddenly and she whimpered, frowning at the loss of contact, "it's Miss Mitchell to you, Chloe." I smirked at her.
She pushed her hips into me again, begging for more "Miss Mitchell, I'm so sorry. Please... Let me cum."
I thrust my hand into her once again, four fingers this time, and she closed her eyes and let out short, raspy breaths, her body meeting my rhythm in perfect time.
"Look at me Chloe." I whispered into her ear, No response.
"Chloe, I said look at me. Open your eyes" her eyes shot wide open and found mine quickly. I could see that they wanted to shut but I wouldn't let them. The intensity of the stare, our compromising position, the idea that we could very easily get caught in said compromising position. It all added up to the danger and passion of the moment, and I wanted to see it all in Chloe's eyes. As I felt her walls closing again, she gasped uneven breaths and loud moans and I could feel the vibrations of her body against mine when she finally hit her high. I let her ride it out on my hand and she collapsed onto me, I could feel her warm, heavy breaths on my cold, naked torso for a minute or so as they evened out to some extent.
"A plus plus plus" I said after a moment, while Chloe was still catching her breath. She looked up and smiled at me.
"Same to you"
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Chloe's POV:
With Not Another Teenage Movie under one arm and a large bowl of popcorn in the other, I hurried off to Baker Hall. I thought Beca may like this movie as it made a mockery of all the movies she hates, and there is no chance that she would've seen it if she has any taste. I got to her dorm and knocked on the door, smiling brightly when a sleepy looking Beca opened it.
"Hey Chlo" she said, a smile tugging at the corner of her lips.
"What's up, buddy?" I beamed, holding up my articles. "I come bearing popcorn and a comedy!"
She groaned and looked up, "Nooo! Not you as well!"
I laughed until I heard a voice call "Who is it Becs?" and an equally tired Jesse appeared behind the girl.
"It's Chloe" he smiled lazily at the introduction.
"Hey Chlo." He said.
"Jesse" I said curtly.
Beca shook herself, "Sorry, I'm so rude. Come on in"
"Oh no, I wouldn't want to intrude." I replied a little too coldly.
"Don't worry, you wouldn't be. Jesse was just leaving."
Oh, ok. Maybe I should just take a number? I thought.
"No really, I shouldn't have come anyway. I'm really tired." I said, faking an over-dramatic yawn.
"Uh... ok? Maybe some other time. You could take a swing at educating me in the ways of film" she said with a wink.
"Yeah, maybe. Night" I turned on my heel and walked away.
"See you later, Chlo" I heard her call and simply waved over my shoulder.
I hurried back to the apartment shared with Aubrey and tried very hard not to kick myself.
'Dammit Chloe! It's not like she's yours. Friends with benefits. Just sex. No strings attached. You need to pull yourself together! She can bone anyone she wants... except a Treble, but that isn't your dilemma here'
Then what was my dilemma. Did I like Beca? I considered it... I really shouldn't have, but I did. I went through the typical romance checklist.
Did we have a meet-cute? No. I jumped in on her shower.
Was she the charming, stereotypical and romantic leading man? No. She was sarcastic, cynical and socially awkward Beca.
Does she make my heart beat and blood run faster? ...maybe...
Do I think she is completely adorable when she bites her lip in concentration while mixing or figuring out steps at a Bellas rehearsal? ... yeah.
Does my breath catch in my throat when we kiss, or she simply touches me? Yes.
Are these normal thoughts for a friend to have... for a friend? Absolutely not.
Well, shit.
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I pushed through the apartment door and rushed straight to my room, mumbling a quick hello to Aubrey, who was lying on the couch... and I didn't even notice her company. There was a sound much like a suction pad being pulled from glass.
"Shoot! I thought you said she wasn't going to be home for hours?" the brunette gasped in horror.
Aubrey answered, "I swear, I thought she was" she cupped her partner's face in her hand "I'm sure she didn't see anything, otherwise she would've reacted."
Stacie smiled. "Wow. You sure are relaxed when you're turned on"
"That's the effect you have on me"
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A/N: Ok... Chapter 3, over. The usual messages, prompts, feedback etc etc. It's 2am so I'm kind of tired, I really hope this chapter made sense to you guys :) and I'm going to weave Staubrey into this fic as well! (in case you didn't get that from the last section, lol)
Also, I apologize for the smut, it was my first time so I hope to get better at it. :)