Strangers in the Night
A Pitch Perfect Story
Chapter 11: Inconceivable!
Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.
Author's Note: I hope that you all enjoy this chapter! We've got some adorable moments in the first half of this story between Beca/Jesse, Beca/Todd/Benji/Jesse, and Beca/Chloe/Jesse. Then, the second half of this story includes some smut, because it's been awhile. In the words of Beca Mitchell, I mean, you're welcome!
Song Recommendation:
Ombre by Ludovico Einaudi
Titanium/Pavane by The Piano Guys
Alright, so Jesse isn't going to play the entire Piano Guys Titanium/Pavane piece, because it requires multiple instruments to be played at once. He's just going to play the main intro of Titanium. Also, I need you to suspend time in that Chloe did climb into the shower with Beca during their freshman/senior year of college, which was about eight years prior to this story. For the sake of the story, I'm going to need you to pretend that the song came out then, rather than only a couple of years ago. Okay, cool. Thanks. I love you guys!
Thursday, June 6, 2013
Jesse pushed the number 3 button in the elevator. He stepped back, his hand immediately finding Beca's. She watched him out of the corner of her eye as the elevator steadily climbed to the third floor. He was chewing on his bottom lip and patting the side of his leg with his free hand. "Dude, chill. You're acting like you've never brought a girl home before." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "You have brought a girl home before, right?" He rolled his eyes at her, pursing his lips.
"Yes, I've brought a girl home." He sighed. "It's just…this isn't just my home."
"Ahh, so you're feeling weird about the fact that you live with your best friend and his boyfriend?"
"Yes, because nothing about this place, aside from my bedroom furniture is really mine. So, the décor is not exactly what I would pick."
"Oh, please tell me it's flashy, stereotypical gay man style." He chuckled, leading her by the hand when the elevator doors opened into the hallway. He guided her to the left of the elevator.
"No, nothing like that." He sighed. "You'll see." He unlocked the door of the apartment, opening it and stepping back, allowing her to go in first. She walked through the door, and she was assaulted with Star Wars memorabilia, several cages of small animals of the gerbil and hamster variety and bird cages filled with white doves, and random boxes of swords and the like. There was also sleek, modern furniture that did not look all that comfortable to sit on. She wondered if Jesse's roommates had purchased furniture that was as close to that found in the Star Wars movies as possible.
"Oh. Oh, wow." She pressed a hand to her mouth, trying to hold back her giggle. It didn't work, because a snort escaped, and soon she was clutching at her stomach, bent over, laughing her ass off.
"I know. Laugh it up." He rolled his eyes, kicking off his shoes by the door and pulling her purse from her hands to hang it on one of the hooks next to the door. "You want a drink?" She stood up, wiping at the tears leaking from her eyes, and nodded her head. She toed off her own sneakers, leaving them by Jesse's. She followed him to the kitchen, taking the beer that he held out to her, sipping it as she watched him open a second for himself. She leaned against the island while he leaned against the counter, looking at each other as they sipped their beers.
"So, I have a confession to make." He cocked an eyebrow at her, not saying anything. "Well, not so much a confession as it is a declaration."
"Oh?" He took another sip of his beer.
"Yeah…" She paused, glancing over her shoulder at the living room furniture. "I'm never having sex with you in this apartment." He groaned, letting his head fall back.
"I told you that I didn't decorate it."
"Oh, I know, but I'm still not ever having sex with you while you live here. You need to move out." He rolled his eyes, setting his beer down onto the counter beside him. He walked over to her, resting his hands on her waist.
"Are you sure that I can't convince you?" He said in a low voice, leaning down to kiss her, but she turned her head away, letting his lips hit her cheek.
"You need to move out." She told him again, pushing on his chest. He stepped back, sighing, grabbing his beer from the counter again.
"Yeah, I've been looking at apartments online." He held his hand out to her. "C'mon." She placed her hand in his, and he guided her away from the horribly decorated living area towards what she assumed was one of the bedrooms. He opened the door, walking into his room. "This is where I spend the majority of my time when I'm here."
This room was much better. The furniture was a rich dark brown. The duvet was powder and navy blue stripes, and there were a ton of pillows on the bed. On top of the dresser was a large, flat screen TV, a DVD player, and an iPod docking station. Beside it was a matching, tall bookcase that was filled with mostly DVD cases and some books. There was keyboard, a music stand, a guitar on a stand, a cello case leaning against the wall near the guitar, and a violin case on the floor beside them. A laptop and a magazine (Maxim—of course; at least it wasn't Playboy) were lying in the center of his slight mussed bed. There were a couple of loose shoes lying here and there, and a knocked over bottle of cologne or hair gel lying on top of the dresser in the empty space left by his TV. His walls were covered with posters from various movies, Broadway musicals, and picture frames.
Beca smiled, stepping into the room and walking over to look at some of Jesse's framed photos. She swallowed when she saw a picture of him in a big crowd of people, with Hayley standing beside him, her arms wrapped around his waist. "Yeah, the only reason why I didn't take that down was because all of my friends are in it." He said from behind her, laying his hands on her hips. "Do you approve of this room, or am I shit out of luck?" He joked.
"Yes, I approve." She said, turning around to wrap her arms around his neck. "Of everything but the picture that has your ex in it." She smiled at him, standing up on her toes to press her lips against his. Before he could deepen the kiss, she pulled out of the kiss. "I'm still not having sex with you in this apartment. I'm picturing myself leaving your bedroom to pee dressed in nothing but your shirt and getting transported to outer space. The animals are cute though. Are they your pets?"
"Yeah, no." He shook his head. "Benji's into close-up magic. He uses the birds and hamsters for tricks." She cocked an eyebrow at him, her face lighting up.
"Oh, my goodness! I'm dating the wrong roommate." He chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of her head. "I'm not kidding. Magic is so fucking cool. When I was in college, I worked for an all-girls summer camp that ran for a month, and there was a magic camp that was held on the same college campus as the camp I worked for. Let's just say those fourteen year old boys were pretty suave with the ladies—there were a lot of flowers being pulled out of shirt sleeves and coins out of ears."
Jesse chuckled again, stepping away from Beca. He sat on his bed, moving his laptop and the magazine to the floor. She climbed onto the bed beside him, stretching out so that she was leaning against his pillows, watching him with narrowed eyes. He laid down beside her, lying on his side to face her. "Hi," he said quietly, and she licked her bottom lip.
"Hi." She said back as quietly. "You've got a girl in your bed…what're you gonna do about it?" He grinned, leaning forward to press his lips against hers. He pushed her onto her back, hovering over her, his hands on either side of her cheeks. Hers were around his sides, hands splayed on his back, and she kissed back with just as much fervor. One of his hands slipped from her cheek to tangle into her hair, changing the angle of the kiss. She hummed her pleasure into the kiss, shifting her body so that one of her legs was wrapped around his, her foot stroking along his calf. He slid his hand from her cheek to her neck and down the front of her chest to cup her breast from the outside of shirt. She moaned into the kiss, arching her back so that her chest was pushed more firmly into his hand, digging her nails into his back.
He began kissing his way down her jaw to her neck, and she took advantage of the much needed break to suck in as much air as she could. The feel of his body pressed against hers was intoxicating. She told him repeatedly that she wasn't going to have sex with him, but actually making out with him in his bed was making it a little hard for her to keep up with that. She kept trying to think of the creepy décor of the living room, but he sucked on her pulse point, sending a shock of pleasure through her nerves that ended between her legs. She sighed, guiding his face back to hers, sucking on his bottom lip. She grinned into the kiss when he groaned, grinding his lower half against her. They were used to his song and dance, but it still felt so good. She slid her hands down his back, catching the hem of his shirt in her fingers. She started to tug at it, sliding her hands back up his back, pulling the shirt with them. He broke the kiss, leaning back so that he was kneeling with one knee on either side of one of her legs. He yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it onto the floor behind him. She sat up, yanking her own t-shirt over her head, with his help. His mouth immediately found hers when the shirt had barely cleared her scalp.
The door to his bedroom flew open, and Beca shrieked, grabbing at the shirt that she dropped onto the bed beside her, pulling it to her chest. Jesse cursed, shifting to cover her body from whoever came barreling inside of his room. "Oh, shit! Sorry, Jesse!" The male grunt that came from his door sounded sincere enough, especially because the door was slammed shut again. "You must be Beca?! Hi!" The shout was muffled from behind the door, and she buried her face into her hands.
"Todd! Asshole!" Jesse called through the door before looking down at her. "You okay?" He asked her, but she couldn't take her face out of her hands. She started laughing, her shoulders shaking. Moments later, he joined her. She felt his hand comb over her hair, and he pressed a kiss against the top of her head, laughing into her hair. "I'm so sorry."
"You need to move out." She said, finally sobering up enough to lift her face from her hands. He groaned, nodding his head.
"Well, I guess the mood is ruined."
"Should we have put a sock on the doorknob? Or what about my bra?" He rolled his eyes. "I feel like I'm hooking up with a frat boy."
"Oh, you're so fucking funny, Mitchell." He said sarcastically, climbing off the bed to grab his shirt from the floor. He tugged it on, shaking his head as she made a show of pulling hers on. "C'mon. Let's introduce you to my roommates." He held his hand out to her, and she took it, allowing him to pull her off the bed. He walked over to the door, throwing it open. She saw an amused man stretched out on the couch with his hand in a bowl of popcorn lying on his chest (Todd, she assumed), while another, much more flustered man paced the length of the living room (Benji, she assumed). To make matters worse, the pacing man was wearing a cape.
"Oh, my God! Jesse, Beca, I'm so sorry that Todd walked in on you two like that. We thought you were out tonight, Jesse. We just wanted to borrow a movie." She snorted, because it figured that they were trying to snag one of his many, many DVDs.
"It's fine. Hi, I'm Beca." She said, extending her hand to the flustered man. Benji flushed bright red, but he grinned, pushing aside her hand to pull her into a huge hug. She grunted, because her face was pressed against his chest.
"It's so nice to finally meet you, Beca! We've heard so much about you from Jesse. I'm Benji." Benji released her, smiling down at her. "You're so pretty!" She blushed, rubbing at the tip of her nose with her index finger. "This jerk is Todd," he said, jerking his thumb over his shoulder at the man on the couch.
"It's nice to meet you, Beca." Todd said, shoveling a hand of popcorn into his mouth. "You're totally hot, so I don't blame Jesse for trying to get it on with you." She chuckled, because Todd could totally fit in with her friends. She swallowed, shocked by her thought of merging their friends. Well, merging them even more than Stacie occasionally doing the horizontal tango with Donald.
"Thanks? I thought you batted for the other team?" She said, cocking an eyebrow at Todd. He grinned, setting the bowl of popcorn on the coffee table as he sat up.
"'If I had a choice, I'd be with women to my dying day, but me likes cock, so I'm strickally dickally.'" He said, wagging his eyebrows. She gave him a tight smile, sure that she was missing something, especially by the way that both Jesse and Benji laughed in response.
"It's a line from a movie, Becs. Friends with Benefits, starring Justin Timberlake and Mila Kunis. Woody Harrelson plays a gay man in the movie that works with Justin Timberlake's character, and—" She cut him off by laying her hand over his mouth.
"I'm suspecting that you're about to start spouting the entire plot of the movie, which I'm going to go out on a limb and say is about a guy and a girl who hookup but eventually realize that they have feelings for each other, and then you're going to give me a bunch of fun facts about everyone in the movie, like the fact that Justin Timberlake was on the Mickey Mouse Club with Britney Spears, Christina Aguilera, JC from N*Sync, and Ryan Gosling, who supposed to be God's gift to women and gay men according to the girls. Except I know all this—except the thing about Gosling, because you know I think rom-coms are for assholes and movies in general are stupid—but the rest of it about JT and such because I'm a music producer. Plus, I totally worked with him for one of the nobodies he's produced for." She grimaced, yanking her hand away from his mouth to rub it against her leg. "You licked me? That's so gross, dude!" She said, smacking his chest.
He just laughed, making her smack him harder. He caught her hand, raising it to press a kiss to the back of it. She narrowed her eyes. He leaned forward to whisper softly in her ear. "I thought you liked what I can do with my tongue and were looking forward to finding out what else I can do with it." He pulled back and laughed at the fact that her mouth was hanging open from shock.
"Well, sorry to interrupt whatever it is that's going on right now, but can I just say something?" Todd said from the couch. Beca and Jesse glanced over at him, smiling when they saw that he had an arm draped over Benji's shoulders. "Jesse, you're dating a girl who doesn't like movies?"
"I know!" He whined, pouting. "I'm trying to convince her of the beauty that is the motion picture, but it's slow coming." She rolled her eyes.
"So, what movie were you both trying to borrow from Jesse?"
"The greatest love story ever told." Benji cooed, a pink hue on his cheeks as he smiled adoringly at Todd.
"The Princess Bride." Jesse smiled; at the same time, Beca jokingly asked "Jaws?" Her boyfriend turned and glared at her, making her giggle, covering her mouth with her hand. "You're like the worst person I've ever met." He shook his head. "I just…I can't."
"What? Jaws isn't a love story about a man and a shark? And, here I thought it was." He grabbed her by the waist, lifting her onto his shoulder. She squealed, grabbing hold of his waist, flailing her legs.
"Of course you guys can borrow the movie." He said, swinging her around so that he was facing his roommates. He then swung the other direction, chuckling at her shrieks, and marched her into his room. He tossed her onto the bed, making her bounce a few times, while he went to the bookcase to grab the DVD case. "Wanna watch it with them, or would you like to do something else?" He asked her as he held the DVD case up.
She sat up on the bed, resting her weight on her elbows, watching him. "I'm not sure that I want to watch the greatest love story ever told with your two gay roommates. At the same time, I'm not sure that I'm in the mood to hook up with you in any capacity while they are in the other room watching a movie."
"Then, we won't 'hook up.' We can hang out in here for a little while, or we could go to your place? I'll leave you to think it over; I'll be back." He left the room to give them the DVD case. While he was gone, she got up and walked over to his piano. She pressed her index finger down on one of the keys, smiling at the sound that reverberated through the room (and her body). She heard the sound of his door clicking shut, as well as the muffled sounds of the beginning of the movie from the other room.
"Play me something you've written?" She said, turning around. He was leaning against the door, one ankle hooked over the other and his arms crossed. He nodded his head, uncrossing his legs and pushing off of the door. He walked over to the piano, sitting down on the bench. She returned to his bed and sat down. She pulled her knees up to her chest, wrapping her arms around her legs, resting her chin on one of her knees.
"This one's called Ombre. It means shadows in French." He began pressing his fingers to the keys, and she closed her eyes.
Beca always listened to music the first time with her eyes closed, no matter what kind of music it was. With her eyes closed, the music seemed to envelop her, fill every part of her. She could feel it deep within her bones, flowing through her blood. The beginning of the piece that Jesse wrote was simple, soft, but so beautiful. She couldn't help but think that it was almost like listening to him in music form. He was relaxing, warm, and so good, which is why she had been afraid of him in the beginning. She still was, to be honest. When he began to pick up the tempo, and the music became more complicated, she felt like he was pulling off the layers of himself like you pulled off the layers of an onion. Again, she was overwhelmed with the feeling that this was the musical depiction of him, because as she got to know him more and more, she realized that there was so much that she didn't know about him. She opened her eyes, watching the way he bowed his head over his hands, his shoulders moved, his back strained and relaxed, his fingers danced across the keys. It was intoxicating—he was intoxicating. She licked her bottom lip, letting out a breath. He ended the song, turning around on the bench to look at her.
She saw how nervous he was to hear what she thought of the music. She swallowed, releasing her knees, running a hand through her hair. She stood up and crossed the room. She kissed him hard on the mouth, resting one knee on the bench beside his body. His hands immediately rose to grab at her hips. She lifted her other leg off the floor, laying her knee on the bench on the other side of his body, straddling his hips. He pulled her flush against his body, his hands sliding down her hips to cup under her thighs. He stood up, lifting her with him, and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her to the bed, dropping them both onto it, his mouth never leaving hers.
Eventually, air became a problem, and she broke the kiss, staring up into his eyes. "So, I take it that you liked it? Or, was that your nice way of telling me that it blew, but you don't want to hurt my feelings?" She laughed, shaking her head.
"It was so beautiful, Jess." She whispered softly, and he smiled down at her. She tangled her fingers into his hair, pulling his mouth back to hers. The kiss wasn't as heated as the other one was, but she still felt just as breathless when it was over. He was leaning his forehead against hers.
"I thought we weren't going to hook up with them in the other room?" He said quietly, and their faces were so close that his lips brushed against hers as they talked. She grabbed his bottom lip in her teeth, tugging on it lightly. He groaned, kissing her more firmly, but she ended the kiss almost as quickly as he began it.
"We're not, but there's nothing sexier than a man playing a musical instrument." She told him. He rolled off of her, lying on the bed on his side, facing her. She rolled over to face him. "It's such an amazing piece. I loved every moment of it."
"I'm glad that you liked it so much." He reached out, laying a hand on her cheek. He stroked his skin along her skin. "So, tell me about how you met Stacie, Chloe, and Aubrey. What exactly are the Barden Bellas?"
Beca groaned, scrunching up her nose in disgust. Jesse laughed, rubbing his thumb on the tip of her nose, as if he was going to smooth it out. "My dad barged into my college dorm room on the day freshmen moved in my first year of college. I had moved in by myself, essentially bringing only a couple of suitcases worth of stuff. I took a train and then a taxi. Anyways, my dad came barging in, and he pissed me off, so I left, saying that I needed to get to the activities fair. I was still pissed at him for forcing me to go to Barden when I really wanted to be out here." She paused, taking a deep breath.
"At the activities fair, Aubrey and Chloe were passing out flyers for the Barden Bellas. The Bellas are an a cappella group, and until the year before, they were the second most popular a cappella group at Barden. They finally made it to the International Championship of Collegiate A Cappella Finals that are held in New York City every year." He grinned.
"No shit? Really? You guys made it to the ICCAs?" She narrowed her eyes. "What? I know about a cappella. I was a cappella at NYU. I did it for my first two years at college, but I quit, because I started composing pieces for a lot of student films, and I didn't have time to both. We almost met." She rolled her eyes.
"Of course you did a cappella!" He pouted, so she leaned forward to press a light kiss to his lips. She pulled back. "Anyways, I made fun of a cappella, and Aubrey called me a bitch and insulted my look. Chloe tried to defuse the situation. You know, the usual." She shrugged her left shoulder, since she was lying on her right side. "I skipped a lot of classes during my first month, and my dad came barging into my room again to tell me that he would knew and that he would help me move to LA if I joined a club beyond my internship at the radio station and actually tried to do well in school and make friends. Moments later, Chloe climbed into the shower with me because I was singing Titanium." She rolled her eyes. "It's the song she likes to masturbate to, because it really builds."
"Gross. Why was that necessary?"
"One, I said gross when she told me that, too!" She smiled. "We share a brain or something! Two, you're not thinking about my friend naked and doing dirty things to herself? Three, what about her and me being naked in the shower together?" He rolled over so that he was hovering over her, resting most of his weight on his left arm, laying his right hand on her cheek.
"The only one I'm interested in seeing naked is you." She blushed, and he leaned down to press a kiss to her lips. "Although, I'm not opposed to hearing what song you listen to during your alone time." She cocked an eyebrow at him. "You know…so I can picture it all correctly. For accuracy's purposes."
"Of course." Beca said. "You'll have to convince me that you deserve to know." She whispered. Jesse closed the distance between them, kissing her hard. She tangled her hands into his hair, wrapping a leg around his waist. She pushed with all of her might, rolling them over so that she was on top of him. She broke the kiss and sat up, still straddling his waist. "I don't listen to any song in particular. I just use music as background noise. I tend to focus more on what is inspiring me in the moment."
"Oh? What's been inspiring you lately?" He asked her, sliding his hands beneath her shirt to stroke along her lower back. "For accuracy's purposes." He said.
"And, we have to be accurate, right?" She said, biting her lip. She shifted her hips lightly, smiling at his groan and the way that his fingertips dug into her skin a little more. "I've been inspired by this really, really, really sexy composer I know." She whispered. He sat up, kissing her hard on the mouth. He pulled her body flush against his, grinding his hips up against hers. She moaned softly into the kiss. His tongue found hers, and she was sure that her eyes rolled back even further into her head. Like, they had to have done a one-eighty in her eye sockets. She dug her nails into the skin on the back of his neck, rolling her hips against his.
"Inconceivable!" The shout from both Todd and Benji from the other room caused them to break apart, making her giggle as she buried her face into his neck.
"Uggh, cock-blocked by The Princess Bride." He sighed into her hair as he ran a hand up and down her spine, giving her goose bumps.
"Jesse, you need to move out." She said, climbing out of his lap.
"I'm doing it now." He said, shifting his body so that he could grab his laptop from the floor. He opened it up, waiting for it to load so that he could click on the internet explore e symbol.
"Uggh, please tell me you're not an internet explorer guy! At least download Firefox or google chrome!"
"You're such a weirdo." He said, calling her the name that she had taken to calling him often. "Leave my internet choices alone." He opened a website for apartment hunting. "Let's look for apartments. Santa Monica, California. One-bedroom." He muttered to himself as he checked off buttons. She rolled her eyes, reaching for the laptop to shut the screen. "Hey! Why'd you do that?"
"Because I'm still here. Look for apartments when I'm gone. What about next week, when I'm in Miami for work?"
"Why are you leaving me again?" He pouted, making her smile and roll her eyes at him at the same time.
"Because Wharton wants to send their best producer for the important shit."
"When will you be back?" She was leaving after work on Friday night on a red eye. She was producing songs for a movie that was being filmed out there, as well as producing a couple of songs for an R&B artist that had a summer home in Miami who was working on her second album. She would be done by Thursday or Friday, at the latest, but then she was planning on flying to Atlanta to spend the weekend with Georgie (as well as her father and the step-monster, unfortunately). "I'm landing here on Monday the seventeenth at ten after five, so you should probably pick me up from the airport." He nodded his head. "After all, you won't have seen me for over a week." She grinned at him suddenly, remembering her exciting news. "Guess what!" He furrowed his brow, tapping on his chin. She rolled her eyes, smacking him in the chest. "Be serious, nerd."
"I don't know. What's up?"
"Georgie and I somehow convinced my dad to let her visit me for a week in July! She's flying in on the tenth and back to Atlanta on the eighteenth."
"Really? I know how much you miss her."
"Yeah, I'm super excited." She looked down at her hands, which she was twisting in her lap. "So, you won't see much of me that week, I guess…" She chewed on her bottom lip, not wanting to look up. She didn't know which she felt more strongly about: wanting him to meet Georgie or keeping him as far away from Georgie, because the ninety-one days were going to be up a few days after the teenager left. She also was nervous that he wouldn't want anything to do with her younger sister.
"I'm sure that you're going to want to spend as much time with her as you can while she's here. I'd love it if I could meet her, though." She blew out a breath, looking up at him.
"Um, sure. I'd really like that." She gave him a small smile. "We're probably going to do some bullshit touristy things around the city, so it'll be pretty boring, but I'd really like it if you joined us once in a while."
"Then, I will." He reached out, taking her hand in his and interlacing it.
"I know that it's a little early for this, but there'll be ground rules for while she's here. First and foremost, you won't be spending the night at my apartment, or even staying really late for that matter, while she's staying with me." He nodded his head.
"That makes sense."
"It's not that she thinks I'm a virgin or anything like that…it's just that she's gonna be sharing my bed with me, because I'm not gonna make her sleep on the couch, and I do have to go to work while she's staying with me, so I need a good night's sleep."
"Beca, I get it." She squeezed his hand.
"Also, there will be no excessive PDA or anything. Like, the occasional hand-holding is okay, but you gotta keep your hands to yourself. Also, keep the kissing to a minimum."
"Beca, I swear to you, I will be a perfect gentleman."
"Okay…good."
"So, back to this Barden Bellas thing, and how you met Stacie." She groaned, her head falling back. She sighed.
"Okay, so after getting accosted in the shower by Chloe, and thinking about my dad's proposition that he would help me move to LA at the end of the school year if I still wanted, I decided to go to the auditions for the Bellas like Chloe begged me to when we were naked. Oh, and the dude she was fucking at the time totally saw us both naked." She smiled at the sour look on his face, making her chuckle. "Right, so I got into the Bellas, as did Stacie. We did the mandatory oath, drank the blood of the sisters that came before us, also known as red wine, and then went to a massive party with all of the a cappella groups on campus. Then, we had our first practice as a group, and we lost several members because they slept with Trebles even though they pledged that they wouldn't."
"Wow. Girls really got kicked out for sleeping with those guys?"
Beca nodded her head. "Aubrey was a total hard ass. She was really annoying and high-strung, and she had a nasty habit of puking everywhere when she would get anxious. Chloe mentioned it to her, and we all wanted to know what she meant, so one of the girls, Lilly, found the video and played it for us on her tablet. Aubrey projectile vomited halfway through her solo during the finals competition onto the first three rows of the audience."
"Holy shit! That was her? That sucks!" Jesse grimaced.
"Yeah," she visibly shook, remembering all the times that the blonde had puked that year. "Aubrey and I hated each other that year. Chloe and I were super close, and Stacie was fun, but she was always talking about her conquests, so she and I didn't get that close right away. Finally, because I fucked up and threw everyone off in our performance during the semi-finals, we lost. Due to a technicality that caused the other team from our area to get thrown out, we got to go to the finals. We all had this huge heart to heart, and Aubrey and I got really close during those remaining couple of weeks before the competition. She let me plan the set, and we all worked together on the choreography. We wound up winning the finals that year."
"That's awesome. You're really talented, so it makes sense." She leaned forward, pressing a light kiss to his lips.
"Even though Aubrey and Chloe graduated, they both stayed in the Atlanta area. Aubrey had gotten her business degree, because her dad wanted her to—he was the cause of all that puking. He put so much pressure on her. She worked in the corporate world in Florida for about a year before she decided she hated it and went to cosmetology school. She graduated and worked at a couple of salons in Florida before she decided that she wanted to be her own boss. When she found out that Chloe, Stacie, and I were moving out to LA, she decided to come with us. She got a job at a popular salon here to build up her own client base and began creating a business plan to open her own business. Now, she's one of the most sought-after hair and makeup person and her salon is always packed.
"Chloe, on the other hand, stuck around Atlanta for those first few years. She designed the costumes for a bunch playhouses near the campus, and she decided she could do that here in LA. She came out here, got a job as a stylist for different television shows and movies. I send the artists I work with to her and Aubrey all the time, because they're the best at what they do."
"What about Stacie?"
"Stacie's in medical school."
"No shit. Really?"
"Yeah, she graduated from Barden with a 4.0 and at the top of our class. She got a nursing degree, and she worked for a year at a hospital here in LA while she studied for the MCATs. She got an insanely good score on it, and between her transcripts from Barden, her letters of recommendation from her employers, and the MCATs, she wound up with a full-ride to USC. She's finishing up her final year next year, and she's decided on urology as her area of concentration. Of all the things she could focus on in medical school, she chooses the one that has to do with worrying about kidneys and pissing, because she said she was most likely to be up close and personal with dicks this way."
"I never would have pegged her as a doctor. Maybe a sex therapist, but not a doctor."
"I think she should have gone into gynecology, and also got something in sex therapy, but she likes dicks more than she likes vaginas."
"Can you stop saying dick?"
"Why? Is it getting you hard?" She asked him seductively, earning a groan from him in response.
"Hello. My name is Inigo Montoya. You killed my father. Prepare to die." The men from the other room chanted over and over.
"Seriously?" He groaned, sitting up. "I need to move out." She chuckled, sitting up.
"I agree." She sighed. "Play me something else?"
"Okay…" He stood up and walked over to his cello. "I can play Titanium." She cocked an eyebrow at him.
"Can you play it? I'll call Chloe, and you can play it for her. Mess with her."
"Only if you sing it?" She sighed, rolling her eyes.
"Fine, but I need to go get my cell." She climbed off his bed and made her way to the door. She left him while he got his cello out. She smiled at the couple cuddling on the couch as she went to grab her cell phone from her purse.
"You two havin' fun in there?" Todd said cheekily to her as Beca walked back towards Jesse's room.
"Well, I did plan on rocking his world, but I figured you two might get grossed out by hetero sex, so I'm keeping my pants on." She shrugged. "Besides, it's a little hard to fool around to the shouts of 'inconceivable' and 'my name is Inigo Montoya.'" She rolled her eyes. She walked back into her boyfriend's room, shutting the door behind her. She bit her lip as she took in the sight of him seated at the piano bench with the cello between his legs as he stroked the bow across the strings, tuning it. Holy shit. He was tuning it by ear. God, could he get any sexier.
"Teasing my roommates?" He joked as he looked up at her, noticing her darkened eyes and hooded expression. "Seeing me with musical instruments really turns you on, huh?"
"Let's fuck with Chloe, and then you're going to get me off in your bed while you play music on your iPod so your roommates don't hear it. Got it?"
"Yes, ma'am." He said, saluting her with his bow. She sat down on the bed, quickly calling Chloe, putting the call on speakerphone.
"Hello?" The redhead said a few moments later.
"Hey, Chlo. I'm here with Jesse at his apartment, and he's been playing stuff for me on his piano and stuff. He just told me he knows how to play one of your favorite songs on the cello."
"Actually, I can play it on several instruments, including the piano. I actually created an arrangement of it mixed with Pavane. It was one of the pieces I used in one of the independent films I worked on while I was still in New York." Her eyebrows rose as she stared at him. That was so fucking hot.
"Seriously?" He grinned at her, knowing that she was beyond turned on by the idea that he had made an arrangement of it, blending a classical piece by a French composer and one of her favorite songs.
"Um, guys…?" She snapped out of it, realizing that the two of them had stared at each other in complete silence for a few minutes, forgetting all about Chloe, who was still on the line. "What's going on?"
"Are you home?"
"Um, yeah. Just waiting for Evan to get back with the Thai food we ordered."
"Perfect. Get comfy, Red." She nodded to him, who rolled his eyes.
Jesse began to pluck at the strings of his cello, which sounded eerily like the beginning chords of Titanium. He nodded to Beca, counting off, "one, two, three." He nodded to her again, indicating that she should start singing the first verse. As she began to sing, he switched to playing the melody of the song, no longer plucking at the strings but running his bow along them. She almost faltered, because it was really sexy to watch him play.
"Beca!" Chloe whined when Beca had finished the first verse of the song, so the brunette stopped singing. He stopped playing, too, studying her. "Why!? Now I'm horny." She rolled her eyes, chuckling.
"Jesse asked how I met you girls. I told him all about how you climbed into the shower with me, because I was singing this song. When he told me he could play it, I thought I would do you a favor."
"Well, now I gotta go pull out Fake Evan."
"Dude, you call your vibrator Fake Evan?"
"Yeah, because it's nowhere as good as my Real Evan. It's not weird. I'm sure you call yours Jesse now."
"Chloe!" Beca squeaked, blushing. She didn't dare look up at her boyfriend who was surely wearing a shit-eating grin on his face.
"Hey, you brought this onto yourself!"
"Goodbye, Chloe! I hate you!"
"Back atcha, whore!" Beca scrunched her nose as she hung up the phone. She chewed on her bottom lip, slowly raising her eyes to meet Jesse's. She groaned when she realized that she had been right; he had an amused grin on his face.
"So, I'm very curious to learn whether or not Chloe's right. Do you call your vibrator Jesse?" She stuck her tongue out at him.
"Wouldn't you like to know?" She mumbled, running a hand through her hair.
"Yes, I would, which is why I asked." She rolled her eyes.
"I'm not telling you."
"Why not? I think this is good information to pass along to your boyfriend." She sighed again.
"Seriously, Jesse? You know I already think about you. We just had this conversation, like, five minutes ago." She rubbed at the tip of her nose. "I didn't explicitly name my vibrator like all the other girls did…it just so happens that your name tends to come up lately when I use it."
"God, that's so sexy to hear." He placed his cello and the bow into his case. He then slowly stood up and walked over to where his iPod was docked. "How 'bout a little Frank?" He asked as he scrolled through his iTunes. A few moments later, Sinatra was crooning to them as he climbed onto the bed with her, pressing his mouth to hers.
She sighed into the kiss, moaning when his hand found her breast over her shirt, while the other hand slid into the waistband of her jeans, cupping her butt. She wrapped her legs around his waist and tangled her hands into his hair. She broke the kiss by pushing on his shoulders. He furrowed his brow, staring down into her eyes in confusion when he pulled his hands away from her body to support his weight. "Shirt off. Now." He grinned, sitting back to pull his shirt off and dropping it onto the bed beside him. He then helped her sit up, with his hands immediately going to the hem of her shirt.
"What the fuck?" He groaned when they heard a knock on the door to his room. "What?" He called out to whichever one of his roommates were interrupting them again.
"Um, Jesse." It was Benji. "Todd and I were going to order a pizza. Would you and Beca like some? Also, we're done with the movie, so I will leave it in its case on top of the DVD player."
Jesse blew out a breath, looking down at Beca's half-amused, half-annoyed facial expression. "Sorry," he muttered for what seemed like the millionth time that night. "Want pizza?" She shook her head, falling back onto the bed with a dramatic sigh. "Want me to take you home?" She chewed on her bottom lip.
"I think it's time to cut our losses. I've got to get to work early, and then I have an annoying cross-country flight to deal with." He groaned, nodding his head.
"Um, no to the pizza, guys." He shouted as he climbed off the bed and grabbed his shirt once again. He pulled it on, helping her off the bed. He shut off his iPod and then interlaced her fingers with his. He led her out of his room and in the direction of front door, where their shoes and her bag were. She slipped her cell phone into her purse before she began tugging on her shoes.
"It was very nice to meet both of you," she said once she had her shoes on. She walked over to give Benji and Todd a hug.
"It was great meeting you, too, Beca. Don't be a stranger. I'm sorry that we kept bothering you two tonight." Benji frowned, twisting a piece of his cape in his hands. She waved it off.
"It's no biggie, Benji. Maybe we all could get dinner sometime. Maybe when I get back into town?" She said, glancing at Jesse. He nodded his head from where he was leaning against the front door, waiting for her.
Todd fluffed her hair while she hugged him, earning an elbow to the gut. "It was fun cock-blocking all night long." She rolled her eyes, running her hands through her hair to fix her mussed hair.
"Todd and Evan can never be in the same room." She told Jesse as she made her way back over to him. He cocked an eyebrow at her.
"Why not? They'd be hilarious together."
"No, they'd be annoying together. Throw Stacie into the mix, and it would be hell." He chuckled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders as he opened the door to the apartment. The two of them made their way out of the apartment, waving and calling out goodbyes to the two men inside. He pressed a kiss to the side of her head as they walked in the direction of the elevators.
"I had fun tonight, despite all the interruptions. Remind me to bring The Princess Bride over for a movication one night." She rolled her eyes, pulling out of his arms to walk onto the elevator. He joined her, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
Friday, June 14, 2013
"Oh, my God, Beca! It was literally the hottest thing ever in our sex life. Like, I don't know why it took until this dare for us to do this!" Beca laughed as she laid in the bed of her hotel room in Miami. She didn't have anything to do the next day aside from a short plane ride to Atlanta to visit with Georgie, and she was bored out of her mind. Suffice to say, she was still awake, checking her email, fooling around on Facebook, and watching random YouTube videos until close to three in the morning. When Chloe called her about ten minutes before, ten after midnight in LA but ten after three in Miami, she welcomed the chance to chat with her best friend. The redhead squeaked when she actually answered, immediately exclaiming "I thought you'd be asleep, so I was going to leave you a message on your phone."
Beca then explained that she was bored out of her mind, so she would welcome the distraction. She didn't have to be at the airport until close to one, because her flight left at two-thirty, and it would only take her about two hours to get to Atlanta on the direct flight. She had the luxury of staying up late. Chloe then proceeded to tell her all about the sexiest thing that she and Evan did together.
"So, I had the day off today, so I spent the day lounging around, waiting for Evan to get home." Chloe said while Evan was in the shower. It was the only reason why the redhead was calling Beca at the moment, because she couldn't exactly shower with them due to the dare, and, according to the redhead, every time she and Evan showered together, they'd have sex. "I was totally bored, so I thought why not listen to Titanium and have a little alone time."
"Gross." Beca muttered, but then she blushed, because she remembered Jesse playing the song on his cello, which immediately got her blood running.
"Right, so it was a pretty productive couple of hours, but Evan caught me. He came into the room, sat on the bed next to me and watched me. It got me so fucking hot, Becs. I can't even…like, I was buck naked, and thank goodness he didn't touch me, because we would've done it right then and there. So, he got undressed, and he started…well, you know…at the same time. So, instead of having sex, we kind of watched each other for a while."
"Gross." Beca muttered again.
"Look, the only reason why I was telling you in, like, so much detail was because I was thinking you and Jesse could try it. You've still got another week of no touching below the belt, and I know that you two have a big date planned for Monday. So, you know, why not do that?" She blushed. "Just, don't tell Aubrey. I feel like she would say that it's against the rules."
"Chlo, you realize that I cannot be naked in any capacity with Jesse without wanting to touch him, right? It's hard enough with us having our clothes on and just making out. Let alone seeing him…like that…doing that…while I'm doing that." She ran a hand through her hair. "Then, how do I explain to him that we gotta keep our underwear on when he touches me?"
"Well, then, do it with your underwear on, silly! You don't have to go at it with your vibrator in front of him, but you can use your hand. It'd be fun. Evan and I had a blast."
"I'm sure…"
"Oh, Evan's done in the shower. We're gonna get some sleep. Night, lovey!"
"Night, Chlo." Beca hung up the phone, tossing it aside. She chewed on her bottom lip, as she tried to go back to watching her random videos on YouTube. When that didn't work, she grabbed her phone and started texting Jesse.
3:31 AM Fri Jun 14
To: The Nerd
You up? I'm bored.
After ten minutes, she didn't get a response, so she figured he was asleep. She tapped her fingers on her laptop, trying to figure out what she could do instead. She put on her iTunes and picked one of the playlists she made in college of her mixes. She then set it aside on her bed and decided to take a page out of Chloe's book. She climbed off the bed and walked over to where her suitcase was lying on the table in the corner. She dug through it until she found the nifty little bag that she carried batteries and her battery-operated friend. She added the batteries to it and walked over to the bed, stripping off her pajama bottoms, leaving herself dressed in a silky camisole and a pair of cotton bikini bottoms. She climbed back into the bed, setting her special friend to the space next to her. Then, she set to work.
She closed her eyes, letting the music pour over her as began to lightly run her fingers up and down her bare arms, shivering at the feather soft touch. She kept picturing his handsome face and the way his body felt pressed against hers. She sighed when she imagined his lips were molded to hers, his tongue dancing against the seam of her lips. She hummed when she thought of his tongue tangling with hers. She guided one her hands up her arm and over her shoulder, stroking her finger tips along her neck, pretending it was his hand…his lips…his tongue. She kept stroking her fingers there, feeling the burn in her blood get deeper, feeling the flush from her cheeks begin to spread down her neck and to her chest. After a few moments, she let her fingers catch in the neckline of her camisole, tugging at it, pulling it down slightly so the dip revealed more of her chest, the slight swell of her breast. She moved both of her hands, then, to cup her breasts from over her shirt, sighing audibly again at the heavy feel of them as she grew more aroused. All the while, she imagined that it was him doing this to her, that he was there with her, touching her. She felt her nipples pebble under her shirt as she kneaded them softly, moaning quietly to herself. Finally, she had enough. She needed more.
Beca sat up, not once opening her eyes, and reached for the hem of her shirt. She pulled it over her head in one fluid motion, her hands once again finding and cupping her breasts. She moaned a little louder as her fingers pinched and twirled her nipples, and she wished that Jesse was the one who was doing this to her. She leaned back against her pillows, kneading her bare breasts, arching her back into her own ministrations. After a few moments, she released one of her breasts to trail her fingers down her stomach, rubbing between her legs, over her underwear. She imagined that this would be the trail that his hands would take. She imagined that he would tease her, rubbing her clit from outside of her underwear, making her frustrated by the fact that he wasn't actually touching her. She felt the dampness begin to seep into the fabric, and she groaned in pleasure. She couldn't take it anymore. She had to touch herself.
She slipped her hand beneath the fabric of her underwear, and she cried out when her cool fingers swiped through the heat emanating from between her legs. She felt the moisture, and for a moment, she couldn't help but marvel at how wet she was just by the thought of him. She bit her lip, keeping herself form crying out as she swiped her fingers between her folds, catching on her clit. She slowly began rubbing at it, making her body arch. All the while, she kept switching from one breast to the other, kneading it, pinching at her nipples. She hummed her pleasure, moving her fingers away from her clit to dip lower. She slid them inside herself, and she moaned at the sensation—a mixture of pleasure and frustration. They were much too small. She kept her eyes closed; she kept picturing him. Imagining that he was sliding his fingers in and out of her, that his thumb was catching on her clit, that his hand was squeezing her breast. She cried out, giving a much deeper and guttural moan that left her entire body vibrating. She felt the flush dip further down her chest, and she felt the goose bumps erupt on her body. This was so good, but she needed more.
She pulled her hand out of her underwear, and she quickly pulled them from her hips, tossing them blindly in the direction she assumed was the floor. She reached for her battery-operated friend, using the slickness of her fingers to coat the tip. She then turned it on low, smiling to herself at how she did all that with her eyes squeezed tightly shut. She pressed the lightly vibrating tip against her clit, crying out loudly at the sensation that shot through her body. It felt so good. She pretended that was his dick that she was sliding through her folds, catching on her clit on each swipe, not yet entering her. She kept the stroking up, simulating sex without actually having it, getting the vibrator even slicker with every pass. After a few moments, she pressed the vibrating tip against her clit once more, moaning as she pressed the button at its base, upping it's intensity by one level. She slid her legs farther apart, pressing it against her entrance. She pinched her nipple before slipping her hand down to dampen her fingers. She then began rubbing at her clit with her free hand as she plunged the vibrator inside of herself. She cried out, pulling her knees up closer to her chest, moving the vibrator in and out, in and out. It felt so good, especially with her fingers rubbing in tight circles around her clit, every now and again stroking it directly. She felt herself building towards what promised to be an amazing orgasm. So close. So close.
Beca jerked, and her eyes flew open when she heard the sound of her phone ringing just beside her on the bed. She pulled the vibrator from her person, switching it off and wiping her dampened fingers on the inside of her thigh. She grabbed at the phone, trying to take a deep breath to calm herself down. Her nipples were hard, and the cool air mixing with her arousal was giving her chills. She accepted the call without looking at the caller id, stretching her free hand towards her laptop, trying to stop the music.
"Hello?" She gasped out, finally getting ahold of her laptop and shutting off the music.
"Becs, hey." Her eyes widened when she heard Jesse's voice through the phone, and she ignored the way that her nipples seemed to harden more and her center clenched. She licked her lips, taking another deep breath. She stretched out into the bed, grimacing when the damp vibrator rolled and hit the outer side of her thigh. She was going to need to bathe after this.
"You okay?"
"Um, yeah…I just…I stubbed my toe." She gasped out, because she was so turned on, and she wanted to resume what she was doing—thinking of the man on the phone with her at this moment while she masturbated. Hearing his voice was only making her more aroused, and she felt her core spasm between her legs. She pressed her thighs together, letting out a breath when it stimulated her clit.
"Are you sure you're okay?"
"Mmmhmmm." She said into the phone.
"Okay. Well, I'm sorry I missed your text. I was in the shower." She closed her eyes tightly, because she pictured how amazing he looked in the ocean with the water droplets dripping down his chest. Fuck. She hummed slightly to herself. "You sure you're okay?"
"I miss you." She said, letting out a breath, biting on her bottom lip.
"I miss you, too. Only a couple more days, and then we get to see each other. I'm looking forward to it. I was thinking that I could make you dinner at your place that night? Or do you want to go out?"
"Um, staying in is cool." She said, trying to keep herself from picturing him in the shower or pressed against her.
"Becs…you're acting weird."
"Oh?" She rubbed her legs together, and she bit her lip to keep back the moan. God, she needed to get him off the phone right now.
"You sound like you're horny." Her eyes widened. She could smell her own arousal, which was totally gross, and if she didn't finish soon, she was going to become a huge moaning mess. "Did I interrupt something?"
"No…" She scoffed to the best of her ability, but she it came out as a half-moan, earning a chuckle from the man on the phone with her. Shit, even his laugh was sexy.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Okay, fine…I was in the middle of you know when you called." He groaned, and she heard him shift in what she assumed was his bed.
"What were you thinking about?" She bit her lip, because she might not be a prude, but she had never had phone sex before. It made her uncomfortable, because she didn't know how to do it. "Were you thinking about me?" She let her eyes fall closed, and she let out a deep breath.
"Yes." She whispered, and he groaned again.
"I jerked off to the thought of you when I was in the shower." He said, and his voice was deeper, much huskier than usual. She felt the spasm between her legs, and she squeezed her legs together tighter. "I thought about pressing you against the wall, hearing your gasp at the feel of the cold tiles and the hot water against your skin. I thought about the way your body feels pressed against me, but instead of clothing separating us, it was skin on skin." She couldn't hold the moan back any longer, and she bit her lip when her free hand found her breast. She kneaded it, imagining what he was imagining. "What did you think about?" He asked her, breathing heavily.
Beca closed her eyes again, pressing her head back onto the pillow even more as she arched into her own hand. "I imagined that you were here with me, and that you were kissing me, touching me over my clothes. You slowly undressed me, and then you touched me." She bit her bottom lip, moaning when she squeezed her nipple between her fingers, twirling it. "Right now, I'm wishing it was you touching my breast."
"Fuck, baby. That's so hot. Hold on a second." She heard him set the phone down, and then the muffled noises of what seemed to be him removing his clothing. After a few moments, he returned—she heard his voice clearly, but it was further away. "Becs, I'm back." She heard him groan as he shifted into a more comfortable position. "I put you on speaker phone. Can you hear me?"
"Yeah," she said softly, slowing the pace that she massaged her breasts. "Should I put you on speakerphone, too?"
"If you want to, baby." She pulled the phone away from her ear, quickly putting it on speaker phone. She then settled back into the pillows, lying the phone right by her head. "Jesse, I wish you were here." She said, grabbing both of her breasts now that both of her hands were free. She moaned as she rubbed her palms over her nipples.
"Me, too, Beca. Tell me what you're doing right now?"
"Touching my breasts. Cupping them. Massaging them. Pinching the nipples." She gasped out. He groaned into the phone. "What are you doing?"
"I'm touching myself, baby. I'm picturing you touching yourself in front of me while I stroke myself." She hummed in pleasure. "Are you pretending it's me touching you?"
"Yes," she sighed.
"Becs, I want you to touch yourself between your legs. Tell me how wet you are." She spread her legs, sliding her one hand down her stomach. She slipped her fingers between her legs, moaning at the contact. "How does it feel, baby? Pretend it's me." She bit down harder on her lip as she cried out, running her fingers in the dampness before stroking her clit.
"I'm so wet, Jesse. I'm so turned on." She moaned, rubbing at her clit. "I'm touching my clit. I wish it was you."
"Fuck." She heard him groan, and she assumed he had increased the pace of his own pleasuring. "Baby, I need you to stop touching your clit. You can't come yet, okay?" She groaned, shaking her head.
"So close, Jesse. I'm so close." She said, rubbing harder at her clit.
"Stop, Beca." His tone was harder, and she immediately stilled her hand, her eyes flying open. "Did you stop?" She nodded her head, but then she remembered that he couldn't see her.
"I stopped." She sighed.
"Good girl." He grunted into the phone. "I want you to slid two fingers inside yourself, baby." She immediately did it. "Pretend they're my fingers, baby. I want you to keep sliding them in and out." She did as she was told, crying out when her thumb hit her clit. "Stay away from your clit, baby. Not yet. I know you want to, but not yet." She moaned. "Keep going."
Beca kept working the fingers in and out of herself, going slow, moaning softly. "Please, Jess. I need more."
"Can you touch your g-spot?" Jesse gasped out into the phone. She moaned.
"Jesse, I can't reach it. My fingers aren't long enough."
"That's okay, baby. I do it for you. I'll make you feel so good. I can't wait to touch you. I wish I could see you right now." She hummed into the phone.
"Jess, I need more."
"Touch your clit, baby. But go slow." She followed his directions, using her other hand to rub slowly at her clit as she slid her fingers in and out.
"Just before you called…" She moaned, taking a deep breath before continuing. "I was using my vibrator, pretending it was you."
"Oh, fuck, baby. That's so hot. Use it now." She quickly pulled her fingers out and wiped them on the vibrator. "Turn it on low and put it to your clit." She swiped the tip of the vibrator through her arousal and then pressed it against her clit. She made a keening noise, arching her body, rolling her hips on the bed.
"So good," she gasped out, and if she weren't so turned on in the moment, she would totally be embarrassed by the sounds she was making and the way she was breathing. The only consolation was that he was making equally desperate noises and breaths. Her eyes fell shut.
"Fuck, Beca. You sound so good. Turn it on high, baby. I want to hear you come." She bit her lip, putting it on the highest intensity. She blushed at the buzzing noise that filled the air, but she kept pressing it against her clit. She cried out, twisting the blankets in her free hand, her hips grinding against the vibrator. "That's it, baby. So close. I'm so close, honey."
"Jesse!" She called out his name as she tumbled over the edge, her body going rigid. The pleasure was white hot, spreading throughout her body, and she couldn't help but laugh at the way her toes on her right foot kept twitching. She heard his deep groan in the background, but she focused on riding the waves of pleasure that were erupting through her body. She slowed her hand, gradually reducing the intensity of the vibrator until she couldn't take anymore. She pulled it off, shutting it down complete. She hummed in pleasure when she set the vibrator on the end table.
"God, Beca. I wish you were here." Jesse's voice made Beca open her eyes and come back to her surroundings. She flushed red when she realized what they had just done. She couldn't help but feel awkward. He hadn't even seen her fully naked, and he just listened to her orgasm over the phone. She squeezed her hands into fists before releasing them. "I wish I could hold you right now. I wish I could kiss you."
"Me, too." She whispered. "Did you…?"
"Yeah, I did. You sounded so sexy." She chewed on her bottom lip, finally letting her legs fall closed once again.
"I'm…this is kind of awkward, Jess." She let out a puff of air that was a combination of a sigh and an embarrassed laugh.
"Bec, there's nothing to be embarrassed about." He chuckled.
"Yes, there is!" She whined. "Look, if it weren't for the fact that we were so caught up in the moment and stuff—had we really listened to what we were doing and saying to each other…we just…we probably sounded like a bad porno or something. It's just…I don't do this kind of stuff, Jess. It's weird for me." She rubbed at the tip of her nose and then grimaced, because her fingers smelled like her arousal.
"You like porn, so…" She scoffed into the phone at his chuckle. "I'm just teasing you. Look, I can understand what you mean. I don't make a habit of having phone sex in my relationships with women. This was something new for me, too. I have to say, I'm glad my first time at phone sex was with you." She heard his smirk through the phone, and she reached for it, switching it from speaker phone. She pressed the phone against her ear.
"Jess," she breathed into the phone.
"I know, Beca." He sighed, and his voice was softer and sounded closer, so she knew that he probably switched from speakerphone, too. "The only reason why it's weird right now is because you're making it weird. Just let it go, and enjoy the moment. We had phone sex. Big deal. We're attracted to each other, and we want to have sex. This is healthy and normal and sexy. Okay?"
"Okay." She licked her bottom lip.
"Alright, so I need to clean up…I kind of ruined another pair of boxers, because I didn't have tissues, so…" She chuckled.
"Yeah, I need to clean up, too."
"Uggh, don't tell me that. I'm gonna be stuck in the shower for another twenty minutes jerking off to the thought of you in the shower. I'm already going to dream about you." She groaned in discomfort. "Stop. Stop overthinking it, Becs." She blew out a breath again.
"I know…uggh. Just…just don't get frustrated if I'm weird on Monday."
"Let's pretend for a second that we didn't do what we just did, I can't wait to see you. I missed holding you and kissing you and being with you. So, whether we do anything or not when we see each other on Monday, just know I want to hold you in my arms and just be with you." She blushed. "Okay?"
"I think that sounds like…the cheesiest thing I've ever heard." She chuckled, and he scoffed, making her smile wider. "It's also really sweet, Jess. I'd love to just snuggle. You know, I wasn't much of a snuggler before you and I started dating. Just like with the movies, you've annoyed me into it—but I like the snuggling more than the movies."
"I think there was a compliment in there somewhere. Goodnight, Beca."
"Goodnight, Jess." She hung up the phone, tossing it onto the bed beside her. She glanced down at her nude body. Yeah, she needed to go get cleaned up.
Author's Note: I almost didn't want to post it, because the smut part was just awkward. That is why I had Beca say it was awkward and they sounded like they were in a bad porno. I kept writing what they were saying to each other, and I was like, this is worse than all of 'they ground their hips together until they orgasmed' stuff. Gahh, so I'm sorry. This was awful. Yuck. Review? It's SUPER long.