Strangers in the Night

A Pitch Perfect Story

Chapter 16: Bellybutton Lint

Disclaimer: I do not own anything familiar.

Author's Note: I'm sorry about the delay for this chapter. I was busy with school and internship, and it just wasn't coming together for me for the longest time. I really hope that you like the chapter, though. I worked way too hard on it. So, there's a LOT of smut in this. Like, the first two parts are just smut…the last part is the welcoming of Georgie! Yay! To get an idea of what Georgie looks like, I'm thinking a young Evan Rachel Wood.

Go to this website to see which young Evan Rachel Wood I've been inspired by:

www. atlantajewish graphics/subpages /content/092006

Just remove the spaces!

Saturday, July 6, 2013

Beca almost didn't want to let Jesse drag her out to dinner after he got back into town after visiting his parents in the Hamptons for the Fourth of July. He had offered to let her come with him for the week, but she declined, because it was tradition for her and the girls to hang out by Aubrey's pool, sunning themselves, having a barbeque, and getting drunk off their asses. Besides, it would have been way too much for her to not only be going away with Jesse for a holiday (a huge relationship step for any couple), but she'd also be meeting the parents and possibly other family members? That was an even bigger relationship step, and, yeah, no, there was no way in hell that was happening when they'd only known each other for a little under three months.

She had tried everything under the sun to convince him to skip the dinner after she picked him up from the airport (except offering to "go all the way" with him), but he practically forced her into going out to dinner with him by threatening to tie her down and force her to watch movies with him by pinching her every time she started to fall asleep. It was rather cruel of him, she thought, to threaten such a twisted form of torture—cruel, but effective. Finally, the two of them made their way back to Beca's apartment. She carefully slid her key into the lock, feeling the bubble of excitement (nerves?) shift through her tiny frame. She didn't know why she was freaking out, because this was nothing new. They'd seen each other naked and done dirty things with each other a lot in the last ten weeks. Why was she freaking out right now? Maybe because she was finally finding out what that sexy mouth of his could do?

Beca pulled the key out of the lock after the loud click indicated that the door was unlocked. She pocketed the keys and turned around to face him, leaning against the closed door. Jesse cocked his head to the side, one eyebrow raised. She bit down on her bottom lip, smirking slightly at him. He narrowed his eyes at her, returning her smile. "Hi." She told him quietly, and he chuckled.

"Hey." He responded. "Are we gonna go inside or have the rest of our date out here in the hallway?"

"Inside." She tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, taking a step closer to him. She placed the same hand onto his chest, curling her fingers slightly into the fabric. He stepped closer to her so that her hand was trapped between them. She tightened her hold on his shirt, bunching it in her hand as she reached behind her to twist the door knob. The door fell open, and she stumbled backwards, pulling him with her by his shirt. He followed, wrapping an arm around her waist to keep her from backwards. She went up onto her toes, pressing her lips to his, wrapping her free hand around the back of his neck. She dug her nails into the hair at the base of his skull, moaning into the kiss. He kicked the door shut behind him. The two of them stood in her living room, their tongues wrapped around the other's in the same way that their arms were wrapped around the other's body.

"Mmm," he hummed into the kiss, pulling back long enough to grab at her hemline of her shirt. "Too many clothes. It is way too hot to be wearing this much clothing." He grinned down at her, taking in the sight of her black lace bra. "God, you're so fucking beautiful." He breathed, as his hands stroked down her sides, making her squirm. She stepped back, unbuttoning her jean shorts, sliding them down her hips, revealing her matching black lace boy-shorts. She grinned as she stepped out of the shorts, simultaneously kicking off her flip flops, walking backwards toward her bedroom.

"There's something I need to show you." She said, jerking her thumb over her shoulder. "In my bedroom. Maybe you should lock the door." She paused in the doorway that led to her hallway. He walked over to the door and locked it, turning back to face her. She smiled at him, biting her bottom lip again. "By the way, my bedroom has a new rule: people cannot enter my room with clothing on, so…" She turned away from him again, glancing over her shoulder as she reached behind her back to unhook her bra. She let the bra drop onto the floor in front of her, stepping over it. "Are you coming?"

Beca made her way to the doorway of her bedroom. She heard the stumbling sound of Jesse undressing himself as he followed her. She heard his groan as she slid her underwear down her legs before stepping into her bedroom. Moments later, his bare body was pressed against her back as his arms wrapped around her waist. His lips found her neck, sucking on the skin there. She moaned, reaching up to wrap her arms around his neck. His hands ran up her stomach, cupping her breasts. She pressed her body back against his, feeling the swell of his growing erection against her lower back.

One of his hands slid down her stomach, sliding between her legs. She cried out, her eyes falling shut, and her knees buckled slightly at the first swipe of his fingers between her dampening folds. "Bed," she gasped out, and the two of them stumbled to the bed, falling face first into it. She frowned when she felt him pull off of her, kneeling on either side of her waist. She rolled over beneath him, and the two of them climbed more firmly onto the bed. His mouth met hers, and the kiss was hard and bruising. He pressed his bare body against hers, and she arched her body against him. Her brain was turning into pure goo, so she broke the kiss, sucking in several deep breaths. He stared down into her eyes as he ground his erection into her stomach.

Beca moaned Jesse's name, biting her bottom lip, pressing her body against his. She knew that she should stop this, stop them, but it was too intoxicating, being with him like this. She reached between them, running her fingers through the slickness between her legs before wrapping her hand around his erection. He let out a puff of hot air, with his eyes drooping slightly, but he maintained eye contact with her as she began stroking him. "Fuck, Beca," he gasped when thumb swiped against the tip. She pressed her lips against his collar bone, sucking on the skin there, nipping slightly so that she left a mark on his body just as he has done to her in the past. When she was satisfied that she left what would turn into a nice bruise, she began kissing her way lower on his chest. She sucked at his right nipple for a moment before kissing her way to the left. He jerked against her body, and she felt his weight droop slightly, falling from his hands to rest on his forearms on either side of her head. It trapped her hand, leaving it difficult for her to not only keep kissing his chest, but from stroking him.

"Jess, roll over," she muttered, removing her hand from his erection and pushing him with both of her hands on the chest. He fell onto his back, and she followed him, straddling his hips as she leaned down to press her lips to his. She felt his erection pressed against her ass, and she wanted nothing more than to raise her hips and impale herself, finally joining their bodies in the way that they both wanted to the most. She stopped herself, thankfully, but instead focused her attention on kissing him as if she was trying to suck all of the air from his lungs.

Jesse's hands were stroking up and down Beca's back, his hips jerking slightly beneath her, trying to provide friction for the both of them since she had stopped touching him. She broke the kiss by biting his lower lip slightly staring into his eyes. She then kissed her way down his neck and chest, not stopping at his nipples, or after stroking her tongue through the slight indentations of his abs, or after dipping it into his belly button, or after she stroked it along the right side of the V of his hips (or when she kissed across his lower belly to stroke her tongue along the left side of the V). No, after doing all that, she then wrapped her hand around his erection and began stroking it as she stared up at him from where she was crouching on his left side. She locked her eyes with his before she flicked her tongue onto the tip of his erection, making his hips jerk in response.

"Holy fucking shit!" He gasped out, making her giggle slightly as she leaned closer, sucking on the tip of him as if he were a delicious Popsicle. She moaned as she tasted the pre-cum on her tongue, deciding that she would willingly spend the rest of her days blowing him, and she totally was not that big of a fan of giving oral sex (receiving, on the other hand? She loved that!). She slid more of him inside of her mouth, sucking tightly on him as her hand twisted him slightly at the root. He jerked against her again, but she was prepared, allowing his thrust to lead more of him inside of her mouth. "Fuck, Beca!" He moaned, his hands gripping the sheets on the bed. She kept her eyes locked with his, and she could totally see the desperation in his eyes, trying to control his desire to pump his hips in and out of her mouth. She wasn't ready for that yet. She still needed her mouth to get used to his size before she would allow him to control how little or much of him she would take—how fast.

There was a reason why Beca thought oral sex was kind of gross. She felt the ribbons of drool leak around her tongue, and out of her mouth, dripping slightly down Jesse's erection, mixing with her dampened hand as she slowly stroked the parts of him that she hadn't taken into her mouth yet. Yeah, see, the drooling thing was definitely not her favorite part, but she finally broke her gaze with him to instead focus her attention on what she was doing to him. She slowly began to bob her head up and down his erection, taking more and more of him into her mouth before she finally was able to fit just about all of him inside of her. She stroked her tongue along the underside of his erection, moaning as she slowly slid her mouth off of him. "You taste so good, baby." She whispered to him before diving back in again.

She grinned against him when she felt his hand finally slip into her hair, tightening his hold on the back of her neck. He was ready to guide her movements; she was no longer going to tease him, but instead to give him an intense blow job followed by an intense orgasm. She let him lift and raise her head at a steady pace, while his hips jerked against her gently. Soon enough, she felt the way his grip tightened into her hair. She knew that he was getting closer and closer to finishing, so she pulled away slightly. He released her head immediately, and she glanced up to see his panic gaze.

"Did I hurt you?" He asked quickly, and she shook her head.

"Nope. Just needed to wipe my chin and get some air. Give me a moment." She told him as she did just that. She took a deep breath as she wiped the drool from her chin, spitting a little into her hand to stroke up and down his already wet erection, keeping him aroused while she rested her jaw and got some much needed air before returning to her quest.

After a moment, she returned her attention back to what was between his legs, sucking on the tip for a few moments, before sliding all of him inside of her mouth. She sucked hard, stroking her tongue along the underside of his penis, humming Titanium, which made him jerk his hips and his hand to immediately grip the back of her head. He began guiding her head up and down his erection at a much quicker pace, all the while jerking his hips against her.

Beca knew that Jesse was close to finishing, because he started panting, moaning a bunch of "oh, Gods" and "so goods." She felt his body tense beneath her, and his jerking hips became a little more sporadic. She moaned as his hips went wild, but he essentially held her head in place while he chased his orgasm. She felt the way his penis jerked slightly before he released his orgasm. She swallowed around his penis, still humming as she slowly slid her mouth away from him, licking her bottom lip. "Fucking hell. Why're you so good at this?" he said, releasing her hair.

She sucked in a few deep breaths before she climbed her way up his body to press a kiss to his lips. "It's a gift, really. I don't generally share it with people, but you're special." She joked as she broke the kiss. He grinned up at her, pulling her back against him to kiss her fiercely. She wrapped her legs around his hips once more, feeling his body beginning to relax beneath her.

"You're turn," he said, before making her squeal by flipping her through air until she fell onto the pillows on her back. He kissed her forcefully again, stroking his fingers down her side, making her twitch beneath his body. She was beyond ticklish, and this man seemed to have a thing for running his fingers along the sensitive skin of her sides. She moaned into the kiss, because his hands found her breasts, kneading them. He broke the kiss to stare into her eyes as his fingers played with her nipples, making her pant with pleasure. Her eyes rolled back into her head when his mouth dropped to her right breast, suckling at her chest, tongue moving against her nipple.

"Jesse," she moaned, running her fingers through his hair. He kissed his way to her other breast, giving it the same attention. She bit her lip hard, rocking her hips into his stomach, grinning slightly at the muffled groan that came from him when he felt how aroused she was.

Jesse began kissing his way down Beca's chest to her stomach. He nipped the underside of her breasts. He tongued the faded, round birthmark that she had on her ribcage on her left side. He stroked his tongue into her bellybutton. Did she have lint in there? It was such a weird thought to have, but she couldn't help but wonder if he ever got a tongue-full of cotton when he slid his tongue into the indentation of her bellybutton. She also briefly wondered what it would be like with someone who had an outie bellybutton—would it be like tonguing a raised scar? Or maybe like someone's nipple? She moaned, and all functioning turned off in her brain when she felt him suck on her hipbone as his hands pressed against her thighs, pushing her legs even further apart.

She jerked her hips at the first touch of his fingers between her legs. She had no idea where his mouth was in that moment, because all of her attention was on the way that his fingers combed through her dampened center, his thumb massaging her clit slightly. She sighed loudly, rocking her hips to the sensation of his fingers as he dipped two of them inside of her, pressing down hard on her clit with his thumb. "You're so tight, baby." She felt his warm breath against her thigh, and she opened her eyes and raised her head to find that his head was lying on her right thigh, his eyes glued to her center as he worked his fingers in and out of her. It was so erotic, and she faintly wondered what it looked like when he did that. She felt the strong desire to fool around with him in front of a mirror, but that will have to be saved for another day.

She whimpered when he turned his head, kissing the skin of her inner thigh. His mouth wasn't anywhere near her center, but she felt the twinge deep in her stomach as if it was. She watched as he began placing feather light kisses up and down her thigh, but not going any closer to her center with that wonderful mouth of his. "Jess," she whined, tangling her fingers into his hair, hoping like hell that she could guide his mouth closer to where she wanted it. His eyes locked with hers as he began to suck on the skin of her thigh, marking her there—claiming her for his own, not allowing her to move his head closer to her center.

"Gonna make you come with my fingers first." He said as he raised his head to admire the reddened mark on her skin. "Beautiful," he muttered to himself as he flicked his tongue over the sensitive spot, making her hips jerk. He then kissed his way back up of her thigh to her hip, moving his head further and further away from her center. The friction of his thumb against her clit had staved off, as well, so all she had going on between her legs was the shallow, slow entering and exiting of his fingers from her body. Not enough. She whimpered, releasing his head, and fell back onto the bed with a groan as he kissed his way back up her stomach to her breasts. He didn't even kiss her nipples, but instead, he kept kissing his way up her chest, up the column of her throat to her lips.

Beca became vindictive then, and she bit down hard on his bottom lip as Jesse's mouth met hers. He groaned into the kiss, jerking his hips against her thigh and grinding his thumb into her clit. She responded with a belly-rumbling moan and the raising of her hips into his hand. Her hands went to his back, her nails digging into him. She finally released his lip, eyes opened wide and locked with his, panting against his mouth. He smiled, running his nose against hers before resting his forehead onto her forehead. He picked up the speed of his fingers between her legs, combing them along the front of her inner walls, making her cry out when they scraped along her g-spot. He continued this a few more times before easing a third finger inside of her. This was the first time he did that, and she felt the stretch of her body around his fingers. It was unlike the stretch that came with using her vibrator or the way that her body accommodated for a man's erection. This was totally different, but she figured that she would need him to ready her body for him for when they finally had sex. He was bigger than men she had been with in the past. Only slightly bigger, but enough that she knew her body would need the preparation for when they finally reached the twelve-week mark.

She moaned, and her eyes fell shut, concentrating on the way his fingers slid in and out of her. She felt him pant against her lips, and she knew that he was becoming aroused again—she felt it against her thigh. "So close, Jesse." His thumb found her clit once more, and he pushed hard against it, stabbing his fingers in and out of her so that their tips repeatedly hit her g-spot within her. His lips wrapped around one of her nipples, and she found herself moaning nonsensical words when she finally tumbled over the edge. She saw spots behind her eyelids, and her hips jerked as she experienced one of the most intense orgasms of her life.

She felt herself starting to return to normal, but he kept going—kept rubbing at her clit, stabbing his fingers within her, building her towards another orgasm. He kissed his way down her stomach. She stalled slightly when his kissing didn't stop, but instead, he kissed his way down her left thigh. She let out a breath that she didn't realize she was holding when his mouth finally met her center. The first brush of his lips over her dampened center was mind-numbing. His fingers slipped from her center, and he used them to hold her folds open. His tongue swept through her center, and she jerked.

"Um, just no tongue thing, okay?" She gasped out, gripping the sheets in her hands. She felt his chuckle against her center, but he soon had her moaning when he began flicking his tongue against her clit. She chewed on her bottom lip, gripping the sheets even tighter.

It felt amazing to feel Jesse's mouth finally moving against Beca's center. She rocked her hips against his mouth, letting out a heavy breath. She swallowed hard. The problem was that even though it felt amazing, and she was seriously beginning to shake with pleasure, because she was so close to her second orgasm of the night, she couldn't turn her brain off. In the same way that she couldn't help but think about whether or not she was drooling too much or if he would go to deep, and she'd gag (and then throw up all over his dick, because she definitely has a HUGE gag reflex), or if his orgasm would taste bad and then she'd gag (and therefore throw up), now she couldn't help but picture what he was thinking while he was doing this to her.

She wondered if maybe she was dirty down there, like when was the last time she peed? Then, there was the fear that she was all stubbly, because she hadn't gotten a bikini wax in a little while. She also wondered whether or not she had too much hair, because contrary to what Chloe thought, she wasn't into being totally bare down there. She blushed at the thought. It was then that she stopped enjoying it. This suddenly felt too invasive. What the hell was wrong with her? She was so freaking excited about this moment, and now she couldn't get out of her head. She couldn't turn off her thoughts. She couldn't just feel. "Um, Jess…" She heard him hum in response as he slipped his tongue between her folds to slip the tip of it inside of her. Oh, fuck, yeah, she totally needed to stop this for a second. "Jess, stop for a second, okay?"

"Baby, what's wrong?" He said, lifting his mouth from her center. His brow was furrowed, and she saw the faint sheen of her arousal on his lips. Shit. Shit, shit, shit.

"Yeah, so, um, this is, like, way too much, okay? I just needed a minute." She breathed.

"What's wrong?" He repeated, sitting up and wiping at his mouth.

"I'm just…it's weird, okay? I never freak out like this. Like, why should I be freaking out? It's just sex—a type of sex. There's nothing wrong with this. I've done it before—with plenty of guys. Then, again, I never see these guys the next day, you know? Like, it's a onetime thing, so if it is weird or bad, I don't have to worry about awkward breakfast conversation. Like, with the blow job thing—like, was I drooling too much? I felt like I was drooling. And, I couldn't help but worry about gagging on your dick, because it would totally ruin everything if I threw up on you. Now, I can't help but think about when the last time I went to the bathroom was. Shit, when was the last time you went to the bathroom? This is ridiculous! Who the hell came up with this shit? Like, who thought, 'oh, I know! I'm gonna stick your dick in my mouth' or 'I'll shove my tongue in your whoo-ha.'" She buried her face into her hands. "Oh, my God! I'm a rambling fool? Seriously? What is wrong with me!?"

"Beca, look at me." She shook her head with her face still buried in her hands. "Beca, please look at me."

"No. I'm embarrassed."

"You shouldn't be embarrassed. There is nothing to be embarrassed about. If anything, this is endearing and adorable."

"Fuck you, Jesse." Beca spat, dropping her hands to glare at Jesse. He just grinned at her, kneeling between her legs, rubbing his thumbs in light circles over her hips.

"What I meant was that you said something pretty important in there." He dropped his head, and she briefly wondered if he was staring at her stomach or between her legs. "As much as it sucks to hear you go on and on about how you've slept with a bunch of guys, what I heard you say was that you weren't worried about whether or not sex sucked with them, because they weren't important to you. That implies that you worry about sex being good between us, because I'm important to you." He looked back up at her. "Beca, sex isn't always going to be great between us. You know it. I know it. So far we had a pretty good time, but there's been a couple of times when it was just about you or it was just about me in the last few weeks. All I'm concerned about is that we're having fun. The second that it stops being fun is when we have a problem. Like right now. You're not having fun. You should've stopped if you felt uncomfortable when you were going down on me. We could've talked about it."

"You liked it, so I kept going. You did like it, right?"

"Yes, I liked it, but not because you did any one thing right, but because it was because we were getting even closer than before. Look, I've always viewed sex as a way that people get closer to one another. As I've gotten older, when I've had sex and gotten closer to a woman has changed—usually a lot earlier on in the relationship than when I was sixteen and first started fooling around with a girl—but it was always as a way to further my relationship with someone. Sometimes I forget that you haven't had that experience." She sniffled, looking away from him.

"Yeah, I get it…I'm a slut. I know."

"Becs, that's not what I was saying. I just meant that I jumped at this and anything else we've been doing, because it meant getting closer to you. I think what got you freaked out right now is that we are getting closer, and you don't know what to do with it. Oral sex is way more personal than using our hands on each other. I totally get it, and we can come back to it when you feel safer or more comfortable, okay?" He squeezed her hips. "I never want you to just keep going with something if you're not a hundred percent comfortable, okay? I don't care how into it I am, if you're not comfortable, then we stop, okay?" She nodded her head.

"So, you don't care if we stop now?"

"Nope." He shook his head. He climbed out from between her legs, lying on the bed beside her as he tugged the blankets up over their bodies. He pulled her against his chest, tucking her head under his chin. He began stroking his hands up and down her spine, making her shiver and burrow closer to his body. "Although, I'm totally not happy that I didn't get you to come a second time. I guess this means I owe you an orgasm in the morning." He whispered, making her chuckle against his chest.

"But we're even right now. I made you orgasm first."

"Yeah, but the cave man in me enjoys watching you fall apart over and over and over again." He breathed into her ear, moving his lips closer to hers. She yanked her head away from his. "Hey? Why won't you let me kiss you?"

"Because your mouth was between my legs, dude! That shit's a little too close to comfort, 'kay?"

"Beca, you've kissed me after I've sucked your come off my fingers. What's the difference?"

"Stop saying come? It's kind of weirding me out." She said, scrunching her nose. "As for the kissing after you've fingered me thing—it's not the same. It's like there's not as much or something. I don't know…it's weird."

"Baby, just kiss me." Jesse said with an eye roll. Beca pouted, but she let him kiss her. She kept her eyes squeezed shut, and she scrunched her nose a second time, but it was the same as when they kissed after he cleaned his fingers off with his mouth. They kissed for a few moments before she broke the kiss.

"Jesse, did you ever get a tongue-full of lint from my bellybutton?" He burst out laughing before kissing her hard on the mouth.

"Get some sleep, Beca." He whispered against her lips. She pouted, because she was totally worried about that.

Tuesday, July 9, 2013

Beca and Jesse were lying in each other's arms on his bed, with some Frank Sinatra playing in the background on his laptop, which was lying on his dresser near the bed. Her head was on his chest, his hand tangled in her hair, and they were both fully clothed, oddly enough. He was humming softly to the music, lulling her to sleep by the way that his chest rattled and the wonderful smell of his cologne mixed with a scent that was unique to him. She felt her eyes droop slightly, but she tried to keep them open for as long as possible, because this was their last night together before Georgie came to visit for the next week. There was no way in hell that the elder Mitchell girl was going to let her baby sister see her spend the night with a guy.

"Jesse, I'm going to miss this." She said tiredly, yawning into his shirt. She felt his fingers twist in her hair slightly.

"Miss what?" He asked, making her lift her head to rest on his chest.

"This. Lying in your arms like this."

"Beca, it's only a week. You and I aren't going to be spending a year apart from each other or something." She rolled her eyes.

"Like you're not going to miss this? Or the sex? I'm totally going to be missing the sex." He chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear before he ran his hand down the back of her head to rest on her neck. He squeezed the skin there lightly.

"I'm going to miss both, but I'm choosing to look at the bright sides."

"Oh? What are the bright sides?"

"Well, I get to meet my wonderful, beautiful, surly girlfriend's baby sister, whom she loves very much." He squeezed the back of her neck lightly a second time. "Plus, not spending the night together will get you to miss me and therefore appreciate me more. I feel like you don't appreciate me enough, woman." She rolled her eyes, biting him, making him jerk. He smacked the back of her head gently, rolling her over so that she was trapped beneath the weight of his body. "Do you know that we've spent every night together since just after Kim kissed me? That's ten whole days!" She bit her bottom lip. "I've gotten to go to sleep every night with you in my arms and woken up every morning to your head on my chest. Of course I'm going to miss that."

"I still hate that bitch. I cannot believe she kissed you. I just hope she understands now that you're mine." She muttered, her eyes narrowed.

Jesse grinned down at Beca. "I love hearing you say that I'm yours almost as much as I love hearing you say I'm your boyfriend, you're my girlfriend, and we're in a relationship.' She rolled her eyes at him. "Say it again?"

"We're in a relationship. I'm your girlfriend. You're my boyfriend. You. Are. Mine." She raised her head to brush her lips against his. "Happy?" She mumbled against his mouth.

"Totally." He deepened the kiss slightly, pressing her more firmly against the bed. After a few moments, he slowed the kiss, pulling his lips from hers, leaving her with a strangled moan on her lips.

"More." She pouted, trying to follow his mouth, but he rolled off her completely.

"So, tell me all about your sister. What should I expect when I meet her?" She sighed.

"She's amazing. She's taller than me." He chuckled, making her smack her hand against his chest. "She's got dark blonde hair, and these blue eyes that are so clear and beautiful-I'm beyond jealous. She's like one big freckle, so she tans rather than burns in the sun like me. She's got her nose pierced, which my dad hates, but he let me get my bellybutton pierced when I was Georgie's age, so he couldn't deny her when she asked to get her nose pierced."

"You had your bellybutton pierced?"

"Yeah, for about a year, but it kept getting caught on my jeans or my shirts, so I took it out. That's not a freckle that I have there, but a little scar." She told him, pulling her shirt up to show him her stomach. He immediately rolled over, studying her bellybutton.

"So it is." He muttered, planting a kiss on her bellybutton, making her roll her eyes and squirm slightly. "Continue," he said, raising his head to pull her shirt back down.

"Right, so you now know what to expect when you see her, but you'll never be able to prepare yourself for her personality. She's like…a freak of nature, but I love her."

"Oh?"

"Yeah, she's like the complete opposite of me. I'm a total introvert, as I'm sure you're aware."

"Oh, I've noticed. You'd rather stay in bed with me than go out and see people, which there's nothing wrong with. I enjoy the time we spend in bed together—I just enjoy rejoining the land of the living every now and again." She rolled her eyes at him.

"Anyways, I'm an introvert, whereas she is a total extrovert—a social butterfly. She wants to know everyone's business, be the center of attention, and she makes friends with everyone. She finds the good in everyone. She also falls in love with every guy she meets, thinking that he's her soul mate. She isn't even fifteen yet, and the girl's had more boyfriends than I've had one night stands." She rolled her eyes again. "But, she's made it clear to me that she's saving her first kiss for someone special."

"That's cute." Jesse said, rolling onto his side, resting his head on his hand supported by his elbow. He laid his hand on Beca's stomach, studying her face. "Isn't that always how it is when you're in middle school? You have a ton of boyfriends or girlfriends, but usually all you do is hold hands and pass notes on loose leaf paper that say 'check yes or no: do you like me?'"

"I didn't." She frowned. "My dad was already married to Sheila by then, Georgie was just born. I loved my sister, but I hated my dad." She blew out a breath, turning her head away from him so that he didn't see the tears that stung her eyes. She blinked them away again, but still didn't turn her face back towards his—out of fear that she'd start crying in front of him. Once was enough, thank you very much.

"Beca," he said as he laid his head onto the pillow beside her, pulling her back against his chest, his arms wrapped around her body.

"Yeah, so my soul attention was on my baby sister, and I didn't think about boys until I was sixteen and decided that I wanted to see what all of the fuss was about. Suffice to say, I went all out when I decided to turn my first kiss with a guy into my first time doing everything and anything."

"Everything?" He asked, tightening his hold on her waist.

"Everything. Why do you think I'm so against anything that has to do with, you know, anal? Seventeen year old boys aren't exactly aware that you need to ease into it."

"Gross, babe." He muttered, making her chuckle, but it was humorless. "Did you intend to sleep with that guy?"

"Do you ever intend to do something at that age?" She shrugged her shoulders. "I was drunk, and I didn't say no or try to stop it. I was curious about sex, so I tried it all with him. His name was Tyler, in case you were wondering."

"Nope. Not wondering at all."

"What was your first time like?" She asked, rolling over to face him. "Who was the special lady that got to pop Jesse Swanson's cherry?" He rolled his eyes.

"Her name is was Annabelle. She was my high school sweetheart. We were together from sophomore year until the end of senior year. We broke up because she had early acceptance to Stanford, and I was going to NYU. There was no way in hell that we were going to survive that—not at eighteen." He bit his lip. "We lost our virginities to each other after our senior prom."

"Wow? Seriously?" He nodded his head. "So, even though you're like almost two years older than me, we've been having sex for about the same number of years?"

"Well, I think you've got more experience than me, actually." She blushed, looking away from him. "Shit, Beca, I didn't mean that. What I meant was I only had sex once with Annabelle, and the next time I had sex was my sophomore year of college. I was dating this girl, Casey, for like six months by then. We broke up by the end of junior year."

"Then Hayley?" He nodded his head. "Senior year?"

"Yeah, we became friends freshman year-we lived in the same dorm-but we didn't start dating until the beginning of senior year. It was October. We became an official couple in November."

"So, that'd mean you two were together for, like, six years, huh?" She said after doing some mental math. He'd been living in LA for nearly two years at this point.

"Yeah, six years and seven months."

"Right, so, you've never had a one-night stand or a fling before or after that Casey girl and Hayley?"

"There were a couple of girls that I dated the summer after I broke up with Casey and another after it ended between me and Hayley, and I fooled around with them, but if I'm being honest, I've only had sex-sex with three girls—Annabelle, Casey, and Hayley."

"Sex-sex? What are you twelve?" She muttered, biting her lip. She earned an eye roll in response. "Really?" He had only slept with three women?

"What can I say, I'm a serial monogamist."

"Wow…that's like…wow."

"Now do you get why I wanted to take things between us slowly in the beginning? I want sex to go with a relationship, and then you and I started getting closer and closer, and I really wanted to take that next step with you. But, believe me when I say that I've wanted to strip you naked and worship your body from the moment that I saw you in that bar."

"Why were you at a hotel bar anyways? You and Benji had your own apartment."

"Remember, my buddy Bumper? He and his girlfriend were in town, visiting. Benji, Donald, and I met up with them at the bar on their last night before they flew back home to Maine."

"Oh, right." She paused. "So, you basically learned everything about sex with Hayley?" She couldn't get her mind off of it. The other relationships that he had been in the past had been lengthy-two years with Annabelle, and around a year and a half with Casey, but six years with Hayley-a girl he had known for another three? He and Hayley had been in each others' lives for nine years. That is a long time. The number of women he had "gone all the way" with paled in comparison to the fact that he'd spent nearly a decade involved with another woman in some capacity.

Jesse sighed, rolling Beca onto her back in order to brush a light kiss across her lips. "The length of time I spent with Hayley doesn't matter. What matters is that I'm with you now, okay?" She nodded her head, trying to let it go. "Should I play the dutiful boyfriend and scare the shit out of your younger sister about boys and how we're all dogs?" She chuckled, shaking her head.

"I'll do that on my own, thank you."

"As long as you know that there are some guys who aren't dogs. Also known as me."

"Ehh…you're not so bad, I guess."

"Oh, you guess, huh?" He growled, pressing his lips to hers. The kiss steadily became more heated, and he finally leaned back, breathing heavily as he stared into her eyes. Their breath mingled, and she felt the twisting of her stomach. "I like you," he breathed out, and she returned his soft smile.

"I like you, too." She bit her bottom lip. "Jesse, kiss me." He leaned down, kissing her gently, but at the same time the kiss was passionate and ignited a fire within her body. She deepened the kiss, raking her fingers through his soft curls. After a few moments of bruising lips meeting clinking teeth meeting tangled tongues, she broke the kiss to breathe into his ear. "I want you to use your mouth on me…" She whispered quietly.

His lips froze from where he had been sucking at her neck, and he pulled back to stare into her eyes again. She nodded her head, because in that moment, she wasn't feeling her fear and discomfort over allowing him to go down on her. He kissed her hard before pulling back, tugging her up with him so that he could tear the shirt off of her body. His arms slid around her frame, running her hand up and down her spine before his fingers caught her bra clasp. He unhooked it, pulling the bra from her body.

Jesse's lips found Beca's neck, and he pushed her back onto the pillows. She moaned, arching her back, pressing her chest into his shirt. The brush of his shirt against her nipples felt amazing, but she wanted his bare body against hers. "Jesse, your shirt." She whimpered when he pulled back, pulling off his shirt. Her hands went to his jeans, but he immediately grabbed her hands, shaking his head.

"This is about you, Beca." He dropped her hands, moving his to her pants. He unbuttoned them, yanking the zipper down. The two of them eased her out of the black pants, leaving her in nothing but her black bikini-style underwear. His mouth met hers once again, his hands massaging her breasts. She moaned into the kiss once again, arching her body into his. After a few moments, he broke the kiss, moving his lips along her neck to her chest. As his mouth and hands played with her chest, she combed her hands through his hair. After a few moments, he kissed his way down her stomach, his hands grabbing at the sides of her underwear. He pulled the cloth down, his mouth following its path.

At the first swipe of his lips on her center made her cry out, wrapping a single leg over his shoulder. She felt him grin against her, which made her sigh. His tongue combed through her dampened folds, catching her clit with its tip. "God, Jesse," she gasped, rocking her hips against his mouth. His fingers slipped inside of her as his mouth closed over her clit. "Oh, fuck!" She cried out, and she felt her leg tighten onto his shoulder. She rocked her hips again, meeting the movement of his fingers. He sucked hard on her clit, and she literally saw spots—bright colors exploding across her vision, making her clamp her eyes shut. Her head pushed back into the pillows, and she tangled one hand into his hair, the other gripping the sheets. She was moaning in a way that was completely embarrassing, and her hips were rocking against his mouth and fingers like she was rowing a boat down a river using her lower half alone.

It didn't take much longer before Beca started feeling herself climb towards the precipice of an intense orgasm. She moaned loudly. She felt Jesse begin to hum against her center as he combed his fingers along her g-spot, making her begin to spasm. Her mouth dropped open in pleasure, but no sound came out. She tightened her fingers in his hair, arching her back, pressing her head into the pillows. When it got to be too much, she pushed his head away, sliding her leg off of his shoulder. He pulled away from her, sucking off his fingers before wiping at his chin, cleaning himself up.

She kept her eyes closed, throwing a hand over her eyes, feeling him kiss his way up her thigh, across her stomach. His nipped at the underside of her breast before flicking his tongue over her nipple, making her moan softly. He sucked at her neck, and she batted at his head lightly with her free hand, because she didn't want to have a hickey when she met her baby sister the next afternoon. "Jess," she breathed out, letting him pull her against his chest, his chin tucked over her shoulder. She felt his arousal against her lower back as they spooned, but he made no move to ease it. "Let me…"

"No." He said, cutting her off. "This was about you, baby. Just you." He pulled back, unbuttoning her jeans, pushing the jeans and his boxers off of his hips. After a few moments, she felt him wrap his arms around her frame again, pulling the sheets over them. "Go to sleep, Becs. You've got a big day ahead of you." He whispered in her ear, pressing a kiss to the back of her head. She yawned, letting the sleep overcome her.

Wednesday, July 10, 2013

Beca yawned as she waited for her little sister to come into the baggage claim area. She sipped her iced coffee. The night before, she finally let Jesse use his mouth on her, bringing them to the next stage of their relationship. They grew closer together, and even though she had slept when it was over (she had to; it was one of the most beautiful, yet exhausting orgasms that she'd ever endured), it wasn't a restful sleep. She couldn't help but toss and turn throughout the night, disturbing him. She told him it that it was excitement over seeing her sister, but it was a lie. She freaking out—not because she let him do it, but because of what it meant for the two of them. It meant that she really trusted him—she really let him in.

She took another sip of her iced coffee. "BECA!" She glanced up, seeing her younger sister running at her. The girls collided, and she almost dropped her drink, but she didn't, thankfully. She needed it. She wrapped both arms around her younger sister, burying her face into the younger girl's blond hair. God, she missed Georgie.

"Hey, big sister." The older Mitchell released her younger sister enough to study her appearance. Since when did her sister have boobs? She didn't have those boobs when they saw each other last.

"Please tell me you're stuffing your bra and that you didn't just grow boobs overnight."

"Oh, shut up, Beca. I'm a woman now. Get over it." Beca snorted, shaking her head at Georgie.

"Yeah, okay. You're a woman," she muttered, using air quotes. The two girls grabbed Georgie's stuff, making their way out of the airport. "So, what did you want to do tonight? We could go out to eat, or we could order in. Whichever you want."

"If it really is whatever I want to do…then I want to meet the boyfriend." Beca groaned, wondering why in the hell she thought it was a good idea to tell her sister about Jesse. Georgie giggled, nudging her shoulder against Beca's. "C'mon, Beca. I want to make sure this guy deserves to be with my beautiful, wonderful, surly sister. I gotta make sure he can handle you." She joked.

Beca sighed. "I guess…I'm not sure if he's gonna be home tonight. He's probably hanging out with his friends Benji and Todd." She said, chewing on her bottom lip.

"So, if he's not at his place, then we go out, just the two of us, and I can meet him tomorrow. Please, Beca?"

"Whining gets you nowhere, Georgia." Georgie rolled her eyes.

"God, I hate it when you call me that!" She moaned, her head falling back. "Why the hell did my mother name me after the freaking state I was born in?" She pouted. "It's so stupid!"

"Hey! I told them both that it was stupid, and I got a heavy sigh and a 'Beca, it's rude to talk to your step-mother like that.'" Georgie giggled again. "So, let's go introduce you to a nerd, spaz."

"YAY!" Georgie cheered as the two of them made their way towards the parking lot where Beca had parked her car.