CHAPTER 10

WARNING! - IF YOU AREN'T INTO VAGUE SMUT, COLLECT $200 DOLLARS AND SKIP TO CHAPTER 11.

Just know that Beca and Chloe had sexy-time and it was "magical", or whatever. Unlike any other sex Beca's ever had. And she's passing it off as poor judgment fueled by lust and curiousity. And things are becoming more complicated as the semester comes to a close.

POV- Beca

On the walk back to Chloe and Aubrey's dorm, we don't say much. We just listen to the ambient sounds of thumping stereo systems and students laughing and shouting obnoxiously.

It IS Friday, after all…

Chloe stays close, letting her hand brush mine occasionally. Sending a tingly sensation from my fingertips, through my arm into my chest. Typically, I cross my arms after her hand brushes mine the first time, but tonight….for some reason, I just can't seem to pull my hand away. I've never actually given myself the chance to feel her hands. To take in how soft and warm they are…

My thoughts become increasingly more inappropriate with that observation…

Beca…what the hell? Get it together!

As we reach Chloe's dorm, I watch her unlock the door before turning to head back towards mine. But she grabs my wrist, stopping me. "Don't you wanna stay for a bit? We've only got….like…a WEEK before the semester's over. Let's have a sleepover." She leans against the doorframe, smiling adorably.

It's not like I've got anything better to do…

I shrug, stepping into the dorm and scanning the décor. It's clear which side is Aubrey's and which side is Chloe's. Aubrey's side is mostly yellow and navy themed with awards and motivational music posters. Chloe's side is teal and pink. With music and dance posters. I take note of her analog treble-clef shaped clock on the wall.

She closes the door behind her and starts towards her closet.

I set my laptop on her desk, before kicking my shoes off and laying back on her bed, watching her. I'm not sure if she realizes I'm watching or not, but she grabs the bottom of her blouse and pulls it up in one swift motion, arching her back a little as she pulls it over her head.

From this angle, I can clearly see the defined ripples of her abs and the swell of her hips. She unbuttons her jeans and begins to shimmy out of them. I look away to distract myself and find myself staring at a picture of a man kneeling in his Marine camo beside what appears to be a young Aubrey and Chloe.

Wow… no wonder they're so close. They've gotta be like 4 in this picture.

I get lost in the picture. Wondering what their childhood was like. What their families were like… only slightly jealous, but happy they seem so happy in the picture.

Something soft hits my face, bringing me out of my thoughts. I look down to see a t-shirt and a pair of running shorts sliding down onto my chest.

"Who's getting comfortable, NOW?" She teases, flopping down beside me.

I change on her bed. Too lazy to do more than sit up and arch my back to undress and dress again. When I finish, I roll my jeans and button up into a ball and throw them towards her closet. I turn back to Chloe and notice she's watching me, with such adoration in her eyes.

It's the look she had the other night. That look that made me feel all warm and tingly and weak and breathless at the same time… I don't know what all these feelings mean, but I really like it.

"Where's Aubrey?" I ask, hoping to break the tension and lighten the mood.

"I think some of the girls took her out to a club… She texted me saying not to expect her until early tomorrow." Chloe answers, amused.

"Ahhh…" I manage. I swallow, realizing how dry my throat has gotten.

"You seem really tense, Bec…"

I look everywhere but her face. I don't know why I agreed to stay the night. I can't even look at her without having inappropriate thoughts. Especially with the way she was dancing on me

So, she's attractive? So, what?

When girls are attractive, you fuck them. No explanation or justification needed.

Just lust.

But, this is CHLOE… Not just some guy or some chick you met at a party.

"Hey…" She says softly, propping up on her elbow so she can see my face better. "D- Do you wanna talk? You're worrying me…"

I'M worrying me…

When I don't answer, I feel her hand cupping my cheek, turning my head so she can look into my eyes.

I feel myself getting weaker as I stare back into her eyes. Reading the concern in the furrow of her brow and the cute little frown of her lips…

I've never had someone look at me the way she does. Not even Jesse. Or people I dated in high school. It just…makes me… FEEL THINGS.

Her eyes soften and she cocks her head as she studies my face, intrigued, "What?" She asks. She almost appears to be blushing.

"What?" I ask dumbly.

My eyes skim over her face, taking in all her features. The pinkish tint of her skin… The long curl of her eyelashes… the soft outline of her jaw… the softness in her eyes as she watches me… the fullness of her lips.

Her lips look REALLY soft…

"It's just… you have this… 'look"'. She explains, blushing even more furiously now.

Do I? What KIND of look?

My gaze flicks up at her eyes curiously before falling back to her lips.

Somehow, the distance between us closes until my lips meet hers. The feeling is better than any feeling I've ever experienced. It's like New Years and the 4th of July inside of me, all at the same time. I smile against her lips and feel delighted when she smiles back.

Surely, this is just curiousity, right?

I'm just…curious how soft her lips are.

They're soft and sweet. Like I imagined. And our lips fit together perfectly... Unlike anything I could've imagined. The kiss is soft and slow. Gentle, yet aggressive with want at the same time. She takes my lip between her teeth, biting it softly.

What am I DOING?

My hands move as if they have a mind of their own. Running up and down her sides and down her arms…

Then, suddenly, I am on top of her. Straddling her hips. Pulling away to lift my shirt over my head and then leaning down to shower her with more kisses.

I kiss her lips one last time before trailing kisses along her jawline, stopping once I find a soft spot just below her ear.

"God… Beca…" Chloe moans breathily, "Are you sur-"

My lips are on hers again, silencing her. Then, I no longer feel her hesitation. Her hands pull at my back. As if we can never be close enough. Her fingers are warm against my skin. Kneading the small muscles in my shoulders and working lower until her hands are on my waist. We continue like this for a while until Chloe flips me onto my back.

For just a moment, she pauses to admire me. Her eyes are dark with desire and want. But there's more there. A twinkle of some sort. A softness…

This is definitely something I'm not used to…

I tense up, watching her. Waiting to see what she'll do next. I'm not used to being on the bottom. It just seems so…submissive. Totally, not my style.

She cradles my head with one hand and slowly begins to kiss her way down my body, leaving a trail of goosebumps where her lips pull away. Her free hand moves tenderly over the rest of my body before finding its way to my crotch. Chloe kisses her way back up my torso, up the valley of my breasts to my neck. Sucking lightly as she begins to rub me through the silky fabric of her shorts.

I'd like to say we're having rough, aggressive sex or that we're "fucking", but this is unlike any other time I've had sex. We are so tender and affectionate with our touches and kisses. It takes forever before our clothes come off because we just enjoy kissing and touching each other. Of course, we're not quiet. Everyone on this hall, possibly the whole DORM, can hear the bed rocking and I'm pretty sure they know our names now.

And we haven't even started yet…

My hands travel over Chloe's obliques as she begins to rock her hips against mine. Our warm centers meeting in an amazing electric-like sensation. With her free hand, she appreciates my breast, exciting me just enough before dragging her hand down my belly to my center. Teasing the bud. Using my moisture to aid her.

I bite my lip to keep my composure. Letting my eyes close as I focus on the feeling of her skin against mine.

"So…beautiful…" She lets out between pants, as neither of us is breathing normally at this point. Once she feels she has teased me enough, she is inside of me, skillfully moving her hand in sync with the rocking of our hips. She continues to pepper kisses along my neck and collar until she feels how close I'm getting. A moan escapes my lips as her hand and grinding gradually speed up.

I become aware of everything. The feeling of her abs against my stomach as she works over me (which is enough to drive me crazy on its own)… the way her strong back feels under my fingertips, extending and flexing with each thrust… the way she stares into my eyes as I near my release…

Yes, this was definitely different from any other time I've gotten "laid". No one has ever been as gentle or as affectionate as Chloe. No one has ever cared enough to hold me or touch me the way Chloe does…

It's usually really quick. Sometimes, clothes don't even come all the way off… Just enough to get the job done.

And once it's done, we always leave. Sleeping in our own beds… possibly never speaking to each other again…

But Chloe is different. We keep going until we're absolutely exhausted. Our bodies collapsing against the mattress as we struggle to catch our breath through lazy smiles…

Chloe pulls me close, peppering my lips with sweet kisses as she strokes my cheek with her thumb.

God, she is so beautiful…

She continues to stroke my cheek, watching me drowsily with her light eyes. I find myself watching her fall asleep and thinking how I could get used to this.

But she's leaving in LESS THAN TWO WEEKS, Beca!

Then, I think about Jesse…

Shit! What did I just DO?

Surely this was just curiousity, right?

Just poor judgment fueled by lust and curiosity, right?

My mind says yes, but my heart says otherwise.