So, this chapter is rated M, guys! I'm not going to change the whole rating of the story, but I will indicate which chapters are rated M. Not many will be, but there will be a couple.

Also, I've decided that I'm going to attempt to update once a week. Hope you enjoy chapter 12!

Chapter 12

Aubrey's POV

"I'm calling it." I announce as we attempt to run through the set again. "We'll do this again tomorrow, alright? And guys, work on the choreography at home." With that, I turn and walk away.

Behind me, I can hear Chloe give a reassuring "maybe we'll be better tomorrow" to the group, but I can tell even she doesn't believe it.

"Hey." I feel a light tap on my shoulder. "Wanna hang out?" I turn around to see Stacie giving me a suggestive wink. I see Chloe nod on my peripheral vision.

"Sure. Just let me take Chloe home first?" She gives me a nod, and I let out a sigh of relief.

"Don't keep me waiting." with that, she turns and walks away. Immediately, Chloe's standing next to me with an apprehensive look on her face.

"Leave the ear com at home. You should be fine, right?"

"Chloe." I lay a hand on her shoulder. "It's just sex." She cringes.

"Good luck. I might go see Tom." She grins, and I roll my eyes.

"Have fun." The only reason why I'm not worried about her getting attached to the guy she's been sleeping with is because I can tell it's nothing personal for her.

"Oh I will." She winks, and we walk out to the car.

"Gross."

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After we get to our apartment, I quickly shower and change into clean clothes. I make sure to leave anything that could expose me here at the apartment.

"You're going to do fine." Chloe says as she watches me pace back and forth in the kitchen.

"I've literally only had sex once, and it wasn't with a girl." I shudder at the memory, trying to block out Zeke's face and failing.

"Yes, yes, I know the story." She gives me an exaggerated and possibly exasperated eye roll.

Just as I open my mouth to answer, our buzzer goes off. Already knowing it's Stace, I press the button and say "coming!" I grab my wallet (you never know) and grin nervously at Chloe. "How do I look?"

"Sexy." She smiles back. "Now go! Get us some information!" She slaps my hip as I walk away.

When I get to the parking lot, I see Stacie leaning against the hood of her car. She's wearing dark blue, ripped skinny jeans, alright white tank top, and sunglasses. Her hair falls loose around her shoulders.

"Hey sexy." She calls out to me as she quickly checks me out.

"I'm not a mirror." I respond, inwardly proud of myself for coming up with the perfect response that quickly. Flirting has never been my forte.

To my delight, she laughs. "Get in, my dorm isn't too far from here."

The drive to her dorm room is silent, save for the music blasting through the speakers. I'm surprised that she's listening to country music, but I choose not to say anything.

As soon as we park, I'm being dragged out of the car. She doesn't say anything until we're in the room and the door is locked behind us. "I've been waiting a while for this."

"Really?" I raise an eyebrow, and she nods. At this point, I'm praying she can't hear how fast my heart is beating.

"Really." Her fingers skate across the skin on my stomach as her hands slowly find their way under my shirt. "You're just so… enticing."

I shudder, slightly grateful that I don't have Chloe listening in. I don't need her knowing how badly this is affecting me right now. "Mm." I can't even think of an appropriate thing to say, which may be good right now.

Next thing I know, Stacie's lips are being pressed up against mine in a passionate, lustful kiss. Immediately, I kiss back, moaning lightly when her tongue swipes across my bottom lip. Another moan escapes both of our throats when our tongues make contact, and I feel myself being pushed against the door.

Stacie presses her body against mine as her hands start a trail up my sides. Shuddering, I bring my hands up to tangle in her hair. Her mouth leaves mine in favor of leaving a trail of open-mouthed kisses along my jaw and neck, and I lean my head to the side to give her more access. My knees wobble underneath me, and I wrap my arms around her neck for more support. Truth is, it's been way too long since I've done this with anyone, so this is as needed for me as it is for her.

"Bed." I manage to mutter when her hands find the sides of my bra, and she pulls away enough to drag me- once again- throughout the room. Normally, I'd hate not being in control, but right now I don't mind. Next thing I know, she whirls me around and places me on the bed, then climbs on top of me.

"You ok?" She asks softly, which only causes my heart to start screaming at me, saying things like she's the one! My brain then yells at it, exclaiming that the mission must not be compromised! "Aubrey?"

"Sorry." I laugh nervously and look into her eyes. As nervous as I am, though, I know I need this. I need this more than I'm willing to admit even to myself. "I'm ok."

"Are you sure?" Her head tilts sideways, resembling a confused puppy.

"Positive." Grabbing onto the collar of her shirt with one hand and the back of her neck with another, I pull her in for another kiss. As she kisses me back hungrily, her hands lift my shirt up. She pauses again and looks at me questioningly, and I sit up just enough to allow her to take the shirt off. Her eyes travel along my now bare stomach before she lifts her own shirt off, revealing a plain, lace, black bra.

"See something you like?" Stacie asks cockily, and I can't help but nod. "Good." She leans down and presses a soft, almost loving kiss to my collarbone before reaching around and unclasping my bra. She slowly takes it off, trailing kisses down my chest as she does so. Her tongue finds my breast, causing my back to arch and my breathing to catch in my throat. She chuckles, biting down a little and licking the pain away as she does so.

"Oh my God." I mutter, and she chuckles again.

"Just Stacie, but close."

"Dick."

She laughs again and switches to the other breast, her hand tracing circles into my hip. My hips involuntarily twitch under her touch as I slip my hands under her bra, teasing at the strap in the back that keeps it on. Her eyes meet mine, and she nods, her mouth never breaking contact with my skin. Slowly, I peel the bra off, and I can't help but marvel at the sight above me.

Right as I lift a hand, Stacie's fingers wrap around my wrists and pin them against the bed. "No touching." An embarrassing whine escapes my throat, and she gives me a cocky grin. "Tonight it's about you."

"Aca-awesome." I manage to blurt out, and she pulls away to give me an incredulous look. "Sorry."

"No worries." She chuckles, this time more humored than anything. Next thing I know, her hands are at the waistband of my pants. This time, she doesn't hesitate to pull them off with one simple tug, and I wonder if it's because she can tell how badly I want this. With another grin, she lifts herself off of me and kneels on the floor at the edge of the bed. Just seeing her like that, and imagining what's about to come, sends a wave of heat throughout my body, so badly it makes my toes curl. A mixture between a squeal and a grunt escapes my throat when she licks the inside of my thigh, and I'm suddenly very glad I took a shower after Bellas rehearsal.

Before I'm even aware of it, my underwear is being pulled down my legs, and she gracefully tosses them to the side.

"God, you're gorgeous." She says, her voice huskier than I've ever heard before. She doesn't waste anymore time teasing me; she slides her tongue through me, and a loud gasp emanates from deep within my chest. With each like to my sensitive spot, I feel the heat inside me building up more and more, like waves crashing against the walls of my stomach in time with my uneven breathing.

Finally, she stops licking and latches on, and the orgasm hits. My back arches as a sound I've never made before echoes through the room, and she slowly eases her licking until I collapse onto the bed. "Fuck." I whisper once I've somewhat caught my breath, and she laughs.

"I think that might be what I'm saying later tonight, but not in a good way." She lays down next to me, turning her head so she can look at me.

"Oh?" I try not to allow my heart to sink.

"Beca." She laughs again. When I just give her a confused look, she says, "I'm so getting yelled at later for this. She doesn't like you."

"Are you two friends?" I ask, trying not to get too excited. I never expected to get information this soon.

She nods. "We've been best friends since we were two years old. Our moms work together."

"Oh wow. Where do they work?" I try to make myself sound as innocently curious as possible. Any thoughts of returning the previous favor to Stacie are long gone.

To my misfortune, she sighs. "I swore to Beca I wouldn't tell anyone that. She's self-conscious about it." She gives me an apologetic smile so adorable and genuine I can't even be mad.

"I get that. That's what best friends are for." Trying to keep the conversation flowing, I say, "Has she always been so…"

"Closed off?"

"Yeah."

She sighs again, this time sitting up and looking directly down at me. "For a while, yeah she has been. She didn't get this way until about seventh grade. Her parents got divorced, and one of our closest friends got killed only a couple of months later."

"Oh." I sit up and era my arms around her shoulder when I see tears building up in her eyes. "I'm so sorry, Stace."

She leans into my embrace, wiping at her eye and laughing sadly. "Beca was in love with her. It hit her harder than anyone."

"Wow." I can't believe I'm actually feeling sorry for Mitchell right now… although, Stacie could easily be lying to me… but something tells me she isn't.

"She hasn't been the same since." Suddenly, she pulls away. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean for tonight to be so emotional."

I shake my head and plant a soft kiss to her temple. "Don't apologize. You can always talk to me."

"Thanks." She leans over to kiss me again, and it doesn't take long for it to get heated.

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"Chloe!" I scream as soon as I walk into the apartment. "We need to talk!"

She laughs and walks into the kitchen with me, wearing nothing but underwear and an oversized t-shirt. "How was it?"

"Amazing, but that's not what I need to tell you. I got some information."

"Oh!" She squeals with excitement and hoists herself into the island. "Talk."

"Stacie and Mitchell have been best friends since they were two. Their moms work together, but I don't know where. Also, the girl Mitchell was in love with in seventh grade was murdered right after her parents got divorced. Stacie said she hasn't been the same since." My smile widens with every word, and when I'm done talking, Chloe wraps me up in a huge hug.

"This is amazing!" She twirls me in a circle, and I laugh. "Well done, Bree."

Once she puts me back on the floor, I say, "Now we can tell my father something."

After a beat, she says, "So… How was the sex?"

I groan and walk away from her, opting to flip her off instead of answering. I smile though when I shut my bedroom door, knowing that this is the happiest Chloe has been in a very long time. To me, that's all that matters.