"For the last time, Aubrey, I will not do it."
Jesse stared at his girlfriend, wondering how the hell did he get himself into this pickle. He was sure he had already told her dozens of times that no, he will not dye his hair blonde. No, he won't hire a pink limo just to cart the two of them to prom and for God's sake, hell to the no that he will disinvite Benji from their dinner party before prom.
"I've been friends with Benji for ages and I want him there with the rest of my friends."
Jesse was already sour by the fact Beca was not going to be at the dinner party. Of course he had wanted to ask her along but a lot of screeching and crying ensued and he just could not deal. It wouldn't be the same without Beca. She had always been there at important milestones in his life. True, things had not been the same between them lately and but not having her around for prom felt strange and that made him feel a little sad. Well, at least Aubrey had agreed to Benji joining their group for prom, which was some consolation but now she wanted Jesse to disinvite him?
"He won't fit in with the rest of our crowd! We are doing him a favour really," Aubrey said dismissively. "You should really choose your friends wisely, Jesse. The future Prom King should surround himself with the right sort of people,"
"I don't give a flying fuck about being Prom King, Aubrey!" Jesse said crossly. He took a deep breath and rubbed his temples. "I just want to have a nice time at prom with my friends, ok? And that includes Benji. End of story."
"He is going to ruin the photos, Jesse! I don't even know why you hang around with him," Aubrey squawked.
"He's my friend and no, he's not going to ruin the photos."
"You know, I've heard he is a raging queen! You wouldn't want people to think you are gay as well, right?"
"Oh my god, Aubrey! Where the hell are you hearing these from?" Jesse cried out.
"And I heard he had a thing with Coach Wilkins. Someone caught them in the gym."
"Stop it right now!" Jesse declared hotly. "That is not true! I hope you are not spreading these rumours around, Aubrey."
Aubrey just shrugged; a small smile spreading on her lips.
"I don't see why I need to get a dress."
Beca was sitting down on the armchair in the dressing room, hand busy scrolling through her phone. She was there under duress. Stacie and Chloe had frogmarched her to the mall, citing weird things like rite of passage and process of turning into a woman. Beca scoffed at that - she knew she was a woman already, thank you very much. She was reminded of it every month. But no...her mad friends had other ideas. At this very moment, Beca would rather spend the time perfecting her mix at home, not trapped in some consumer hell, trying on dresses. She got things to do. Those little gigs with Luke were picking up and she was busy as is already.
"Oh Beca..." Stacie sighed. "This will go so much quicker if you co-operate. Come on, try this one on." She waved a purple dress at her that could only be described as a swimsuit with a skirt. A very small skirt.
"Eh. No. If I want to spend that kind of money, I want more fabric."
"How 'bout this one? And this silver one? Ooooh this black one is nice. You like black." Chloe was throwing one dress after another at her.
Beca's head was spinning. "Oh my god! I am doing a set that night. I just want to be in my jeans!"
"You have to do it, Beca! It's prom night! Think how Luke's eyes going to pop seeing you in this number," Stacie was now brandishing a red number with a non-existent front.
Beca groaned. Yeah, Luke's eyes will pop out alright. And never go back in. Beca glanced at the time. She was supposed to meet Benji in an hour and she did not want to be late. People might think he was awkward and strange but Beca always thought Benji was cool. He had a heart of gold and Beca hated to disappoint him.
She got up and grabbed the few less slutty dresses from Chloe. "If I try on two dresses, will you let me go? I will be late meeting Benji."
"Five dresses!" Chloe tried to bargain.
"Two."
"Four. Becaaaa, you have to!"
"Alright, three and that's it. Take it or leave it, Red."
Both Stacie and Chloe squealed happily and ushered her into the dressing room. Soon they began to ply her with one dress after another until she chose three. Beca undressed and began to pull one on. She looked at herself in the mirror and scoffed. Stupid prom with stupid traditions. She didn't think Luke would mind one bit if she was in jeans and some sort of dressy top. They were going to do a set for the dance and she rather not be tripping over hemlines when she was supposed to be working.
"How is it, Becs?"
"Oh my god, Chloe! What did I tell you about barging in?" Beca was yelling a little when Chloe barged straight into the room without warning.
"I've seen everything you've got, Becs! Now let us look at the dress."
Chloe pushed her out a little to show Stacie. Both of them looked at outfit thoughtfully, circling round her like she was some prized heifer, prodding and pulling, before finally shaking their heads in unison.
"No, you can do better than that. Try the silver one. That will bring out your boobs." Stacie said.
She pushed Beca back in and closed the door. Beca was still reeling from being manhandled like a mannequin. Her friends were mad - she was sure of it now but she had promised. And if she hurry up with the other two dresses, she can be out of there sooner.
"Becs, we are going to get you some accessories! Come out when you are ready with that dress." Chloe shouted from outside. Beca was halfway in the silver dress and did not quite hear her.
Hmm...This one is not too bad - Beca mused, straightening the dress over her hips. The bias cut satin silver dress looked like molten mercury over her curves, it has a low back and the cowl front was low enough but not scandalously so. Plus the straps, the light, slippery material and the close fitting cut meant she was relatively unimpeded. She did not feel like she was in some sort of dress prison.
"Guys, this one doesn't look too bad," Beca said as she opened the door.
Ah heck, where are they? Did they say something about accessories? Beca impatiently walked down the small dressing room towards the entrance and popped her head out, hoping to find either one of them. Honestly, where did they disappear to? And why did both of them have to go together to get some shoes?
She walked out a little, thinking she saw Chloe out by the shoe racks. False alarm. Beca muttered underneath her breath, flicked her hair back over her shoulder and turned to return back to the dressing room.
Walking straight into a particularly hard chest.
That belong to one Jesse Swanson.
That idiot.
"Whoa, Becs. We've got to stop meeting like this."
She heard his chuckle and felt his hands steadying her. Beca drew back quickly, eyes flashing. Even her hardest look didn't seem to faze him as he looked down at her properly. The strangest expression stole over his face as he took in what was in front of him - Beca in a dress. A silver dress. A stunning silver dress. That bring out her boobs.
She saw that look and somehow, she felt a little hot. And vulnerable.
"What the hell are you doing hanging round the ladies dressing room, you pervert?!" Beca hissed as she tried to sidestep him. She was not having much luck - he was crowding that small space and she could not slip past him. She could feel herself flushing from head to foot now. What the hell?
"Umm...I ...wow..." Jesse started to stutter. "..I...wow...you look...you look great, Beca."
Beca stopped in her tracks and looked up at him. He was staring at her and she could not understand that look in his eyes. Why is he staring at her like that? Like he could not tear his eyes away? Like he was looking at something so wonderful that he could not bear to look away?
"Jesse, I'm done... Beca, is that you?"
Both of them jumped and turned.
"Hi, Mrs. Swanson," Beca smiled at the older lady who was now coming out of the dressing room with an armful of skirts.
"Oh my goodness, it is you! Where have you been?" Mrs. Swanson came round, thrust the pile of itchy, tweed skirts into Jesse's arms and pulled Beca into a bear hug. Yes, Jesse got his hugging genes from his mom. "I hardly see you around the house anymore, Beca! You used to be round all the time."
"Ermm... I've been a little busy, Mrs. Swanson," Beca said, flushing a little. Jesse was blushing as well and he did not quite know why.
"Well, you should come round soon. I'll make your favourite chicken pot pie." Mrs. Swanson said cheerily. She then realised Beca was dressed quite unusually and grew a little excited. "Is this your prom dress? Let me look at you properly."
"Not too sure yet, Mrs. Swanson."
"Aww, how beautiful you look!"
Jesse had to agree with his mom. Beca looked absolutely stunning. Mrs. Swanson suddenly gasped and with one hand, she forcibly turned Jesse round to face the other way. "Look away, Jesse! It's bad luck for you to see the prom dress!"
"What?" "Whut? Maaaa!"
"You can't see Beca's dress!"
"That's for wedding gowns, Ma. And it's ok; we are not going together."
Mrs. Swanson's gasp was almost painful. "You are not bringing Beca to the prom?"
"No, ma," Jesse said. "Beca's going with someone else."
"Umm.. I'd better go. It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Swanson." Beca mumbled before making her way back to the dressing room. Jesse was staring at Beca moving briskly away. God, can she not look more perfect? Looking like some mythical creature, in that soft silver dress? With that low back, showing off that rather sexy tat?
"Ow!"
Jesse turned to his mom who just gave him a sharp clip around his head.
"Break my heart, why don't you? Why didn't you ask Beca to the prom?" His mom was now scolding him.
"Ma, I'm going with Aubrey. She's my girlfriend. I have to take her."
Mrs. Swanson snorted and he got another clip around his head. "You're my son and I love you dearly but you are as dense as your dad, sometimes. That blonde one got crazy eyes. You should have asked Beca. Now look what happened? She's going with someone else and you are stuck with the crazy one! Girls like Beca is one in a million, you know. They don't come round very often. I cannot believe..."
Jesse was only half listening to his mom's tirade now as she walked in front of him to the cashier. His mom was meddling and annoying; but even half listening to her little outburst, he could not help agreeing with everything that she said.
Chloe and Stacie were peering round the mannequins, trying hard not to laugh.
"How did you even planned that?" Stacie whispered in awe.
"It just happened! Did you see his face?" Chloe whispered back, her eyes twinkling.
Stacie snorted trying to fight that belly laugh from coming up. "How long do you think before he'll crack?"
"Have you seen Bumper's video? I don't think it would be long!" Chloe said gleefully. "We should let that video go viral."
"No. Not yet. He has to work things out for himself."
"But he is so dense, Stacie! Even his own mother said so!"
"I know, right?" Stacie murmured. "So the silver dress?"
"Definitely the silver dress."
Three days later
"Come on, Becs. Let me in."
Jesse had been tapping on her window for the last ten minutes. He knew she was inside - he could see the tell-tale Beca-shaped bulge under her blanket. He smiled triumphantly when she finally surfaced and walked over to the window. The window slid noiselessly open.
"What do you want, nerd?" She was growling at him but he knew he had won. Jesse folded himself over and squeezed himself into her room. She had went back to sit on her bed. He came over with his laptop and wordlessly dropped a pack of popcorn on her lap before sitting next to her.
"Ok, I know I've been a sucky, sucky friend lately and you are probably angry with me about something or another; but there is no reason we shouldn't continue your moviecation," Jesse said as he opened his laptop.
"I am so not in the mood, Jesse," Beca groaned.
"I've got Mean Girls here, Becs. It's a classic. You are going to love it. It 's about this girl and a group of popular girls called the Plastics. They did a really sexy Jingle Bell Rock and there was a big jungle monkey fight and a rapper name Gnappoor and ...Becs? Are you ok?"
Jesse's verbal stream drew to a halt when he realised Beca was not sassing him back. She was actually silently crying. Huge, fat tears were rolling down her cheeks and the sight immediately freaked him out. He could not remember the last time he had seen her ugly cry like this.
"Oh my god, Bec, what's wrong?"
He freaked out even more when she stayed silent, just crying her eyes out, her shoulders now heaving and quaking.
"Becs, tell me what's wrong. Oh my god, are you...are you...PREGNANT?!"
That shook her out of her cryfest and Jesse drew a huge sigh of relief when she shook her head - No -
"Is it your dad?"
- no -
"Is it your mum?"
- no -
Jesse drew a hard breath before asking "Is it Luke?"
- yes -
Jesse felt his jaw tightened. He knew it. That Brit will be up to no good. Just look at how many British villains are in the movies. Luke was British. Ergo Luke had to be bad.
"Tell me what he's done to you!" he said through clenched teeth. "If he hurt you in any way, Becs, I'll..."
"He dropped me for prom." Beca whispered out between her sobs. "Said it's just some high school shit and he can't be bothered..."
"Oh Becs. C'm 'ere.." Jesse placed his laptop on the floor and pulled her into his arms.
"I was...I was just getting excited about it...and had the dress...and now...I'm not going."
She was still sobbing and he pulled her closer, letting her sob against his chest.
"..I got to return the dress now...and the shoes..."
"You got that silver dress?"
She nodded into his chest, her tears now soaking through his tshirt.
"God, Becs. You looked spectacular in that dress. Luke is an asshole and he doesn't know what he's missing."
She was still sobbing and Jesse let her lay her head on his chest, letting her cry it all out. He kept him arms tight around her, trying to still her pain. That fucker! Making Beca cry like this! He felt angry, of course. How dare that asshole treat Beca that way? She was just the sweetest and he dropped her like a hot potato? On one of the most important nights of a girl's life? Probably just so he could attend some stupid frat party instead?
Beca's sob quitened down and she straightened up, wiping her tears away. For a moment, Jesse felt a little empty not holding her tight. He still kept his hands on her.
"Sorry..." she said sadly between her racking sobs. "I...I shouldn't do that."
"Hey, it's ok." Jesse stroked her arms gently trying to soothe her pain. "Cry all you want. It's only me, Becs."
"I can't believe I am CRYING over such a douchebag!" Beca said with disgust. "And over prom!"
"There's plenty more guys who would love to go with you, Becs."
"Yeah, sure. God... who am I kidding? No one wants me. I'm such an angry freak."
"Don't say that," Jesse said, his hands tightening around her upper arms. "Don't ever say that."
Beca scoffed, still wiping her eyes.
"Do you know how many guys wanted to be with you, Becs?" he continued. "Oh my god, Beca, I have to beat them back with a stick sometimes. You don't notice it but the boys are all mad about you."
He was staring at her now. Her face was pale, streaked with tears. She looked so vulnerable and fragile. So very different from badass, icy queen Beca she showed to the world. He knew she was only comfortable showing that side of her to him. And that made his insides flipped.
"You are amazing, Becs. You are awesome and sweet and kind and beautiful. Sometimes when I look at you, I just cannot breathe," Jesse said, his voice cracking. How can she not see how truly wonderful she is? And how much she mean to him?
"And sometimes when I look at you, Becs, the only thing I can think about is..."
Jesse sighed. Beca raised her blue eyes. They were still wet with tears, making them shine so bright.
"What is it?" she mumbled, rubbing tears away with one hand.
Jesse took a deep breath.
"Sometimes when I look at you, the only thing I can think about...is how much I want to kiss you."
With every word, he inched his head nearer to hers. And as he sighed the last words out, Jesse softly pressed his lips to hers.
For a minute, Beca froze. For one terrifying minute.
And then she melted into the kiss and his hand stroked up her arm to lay tangled in her brown, silky hair. It was a soft, sweet kiss - gentle and shy. It was all that he dreamt of and more. Her soft lips. The way they just fittted. It was perfect. They broke apart, staring at each other for a moment.
"I'm so sorry..." Jesse began, feeling a little embarrassed. "I..."
"Did you meant to kiss me?"
Jesse smiled, nodding shyly, his hand stroking her arm, "Been meaning to for the longest time. But I don't want to force you or any..."
"Sshhh..."
This time it was her who was hotly kissing him, lips moulded tight against his, tongue gliding lightly seeking entrance. Hands bunched in his hair. She pressed her body against his and he leant back, pulling her onto his lap. She settled on his lap and Jesse could not stop that low moan on feeling her sweet weight on top of him. He pulled her even closer, still kissing her.
Oh god, he should stop. He should really, really stop. Not because he was still with Aubrey. Not because she had a thing with Luke. He should really stop because he knew if he kept on kissing her like this, he would want more. He would want more than just the taste of her lips. He would want to taste the sweet silkiness of her skin; on her neck, her ear, her shoulder. And his hands, which were chastely placed at her waist, were aching, ACHING to touch and feel and caress every inch of her.
She then broke away from the kiss and tried to get up but he would not let her. Jesse grunted at the loss of her lips and began to kiss her jawline and her neck. It was as sweet as he thought it would be.
"Jesse...we should stop. I don't want to but we should stop."
"No..." He groaned into her neck.
"What about Aubrey?"
"What about her?" he muttered thickly, his lips still roving on her neck. God, she tasted so sweet.
"She's your gir..."
"Shhh..." Jesse kissed her lips again, silencing her. He started nibbling on her lovely, cushiony bottom lip. He let it go, pressing small butterfly kisses all over her face and neck. "I just want you, Beca. I always wanted you."
She smelled incredible. That bit of her neck where his head fit perfectly. He nipped it gently and when she started moaning his name, Jesse thought he could not be more turned on. He continue his onslaught, wanting to hear more of her moans and sighs. It was intoxicating.
Her hot hands were now underneath his tshirt on his bare skin, bunching up his tshirt and he just realised his hands had inched across her bare skin and were now caressing her ribcage. He knew what he wanted to do next but he was not sure she would allow it. Beca then grunted impatiently and she drew back, whipping her top off quickly. Jesse's jaw dropped. He froze. The sheer perfection before him made his throat go dry. Beca started to feel a little conscious. She flushed furiously and crossed her arms over her chest.
"No...Don't," Jesse groaned, pulling her arms gently away. "You are so beautiful, Beca." He stared again at the fleshy perfection before him. Gently curving globes, enticingly creamy and white, cased in a lacy white bra. He wanted to touch it, kiss it, squeeze it. He wanted to feel the weight in his hands and bury his face in that sweet flesh. He wanted to feel her hard pink nipple against his tongue and suck it and play with it until he could hear her groaning with pleasure. He did not know what he wanted to do first.
Beca hooked her hand behind her back and released her bra, tugging the little bit of lace away. The sight of her bare breasts was even more wonderful.
"Beca, may I?..." Jesse asked hoarsely. She nodded.
I am the luckiest man alive - that thought flashed across his mind as he leaned forward, hand reaching out. Everything seem to swim. He was falling head-along into a swirl..and then he woke up, sweating and alone in his bed.
He was panting heavily, the remnants of sleep and that particularly sexy dream still clinging to his mind. He was sweaty and hot and his groin was aching. What was that about? Did he had another dream about Beca? Jesse snorted in despair and after angrily punching his pillows into submission, he sank back into his bed, looking up at the ceiling. The ticking of the clock was the only other noise besides his angry breathing.
How many of these dreams had he been having lately?
Far too many.
Jesse thought back about his dream. It felt so real. What he felt, what he had said, it was all true and he did not know what to do with it. He could almost remember how she felt in his arms, how her lips and skin tasted on his lips. Jesse groaned and closed his eyes. Idiot. Horny fucker. Bad friend. Jesse was chastising himself. But her breasts though...he thought, with a smile, as he drifted off to sleep.
A/N M rated, weird sex next so if you are too young or feel queasy about this, please don't go further. Like, really. Don't. Just skip tHis whole section. You have been warned. It's really weird. I only wrote it because well, it's Smut Sunday.
Ok, he knew he was dreaming now. Because he was near the edge of a cliff. He could hear the surf pounding below and could almost taste the salty spray of the sea beneath. The sun was hot on his bare back and she was beckoning to him.
Jesse looked in wonder as Beca stood at the very edge, smiling at him. She was in a dress that shimmered blue, green and silver. It was wet and he sighed at the way it was sticking to her skin. She laughed, a light clear tinkle of a bell and before he could stop her, she jumped.
"Beca!" Jesse ran to the edge, his heart in his mouth. When he looked down to the roiling sea below, her head surfaced and she was grinning up at him. Jesse grinned back and in the next moment, he dived in. That strange moment of being airborne, the pull of gravity as he fell and the hard slap of the water as he knifed in.
He went deep underwater and his instinct was to surface immediately for air. He was about to kick up when he felt her hands on his wrists, stopping him. She was smiling. Her dark, long hair now floating around her head like a cloud. The water was warm and tropical blue. But not as blue as her eyes. Her arms was bare and so was her chest. Jesse's eyes trailed down and what was her dress was now a shiny, shimmery tail.
Mermaid Beca.
She was pulling him gently through the warm water, laughing away and he suddenly realised he could breathe just fine underwater. As long as he held on to her, he could stay as long as he wanted. They were amongst the dancing seaweeds now and as they swam past, the fronds embraced them gently before letting go. Still, she did not stop. They were swimming past a coral reef. Jesse looked in wonder at the teeming sea life - tiny colourful fishes flitted past, sea anemones and colourful polyps dancing and waving. At one point, a turtle swam past them.
They were in open water before she stopped; both of them were now gently bobbing in the water. Jesse pulled her into his arms; he wanted to look at her properly, his hands now cradling her perfect face. Her blue eyes were twinkling; her lovely mouth curved into a smile. And Jesse kissed her. Their mouths melded together seamlessly. The kiss sweet at first before getting more urgent, more passionate. Entwined in each other's their arms, they glided and rolled over and over effortlessly through the water, without breaking their kiss.
His hands then found her breasts.
He drew back to look at the sight of her breasts. In his hands. They were beautiful, round and soft; floating and bouncing in the gentle current. He squeezed them gently, feeling the pliant flesh and then harder. Oh god, they were perfect. His thumbs swiping across her hard nipples, pink and sweet like candy. He could not bear it. He had to feel them in his mouth and immediately, his head descended and he caught one nipple in his mouth. He feasted on them alternately, like the hungry boy he was, sucking and tonguing and biting on the sweet flesh. He thought he could hear her groaning, her hands were twisting restlessly in his hair.
His hand ran down, stroking her firm tummy before going further south. Her scales felt smooth and warm at the same time and he ran his hand over where the juncture of her legs would be. Circling his fingers gently, he found it. That little overlap of scales parted and he felt his two fingers slipping into that slick, wet warmth. She started to buck in his arm, moaning, her finned tail curling and flashing. He continued pumping into that tightness, his thumb circling and pressing that hard nub on top, his mouth still feasting on her nipple and breast. She was twisting almost violently and with a final silent scream, she stiffened and jerked in his tight hold before collapsing with a shudder.
She was looking at him in wonder as he smiled down at her. She then began to smile naughtily and she gently pushed him off her. While he floated, buoyed by the warm water, she slowly kissed down his chest. A hiss escaped from his lips at the feel of her teeth biting gently on his nipple, followed by a swipe of her soft, wet tongue. Jesse looked up. Shafts of sun rays were filtering through the clear water and the water was glowing and warm. He felt weightless, cool and warm at the same time. The sensation of her mouth and hands on his cool skin was unbearable and Jesse sighed with pleasure. And then he felt her hands undoing his trousers.
And he felt her hands on him. And then her mouth.
Jesse groaned, his eyes shut tight. She was squeezing and massaging and sucking on his erection endlessly - one sensation after another. Shots of pleasure ran through him like bolts of electricity. He could not think. He then felt his erection being enveloped in incredible, tight softness; a sensation he never felt before. He opened his eyes and looked down. To be met with the sight of her looking up at him, eyes naughty, hair floating, her breasts pressed tight together in her hands. Around his hardness.
He started to puff out a breath and when she started moving her breasts up and down his length, that puff of breath turned into a wretched groan. She was playing with her nipples as she was doing so and looking at the flit of pleasure crossing her face, made him even harder. Just when Jesse thought it could not feel any better, at each upwards thrust, she licked the tip of his dick before softly sucking it.
He could not help it. It felt incredible and he was so turned on. His hips started thrusting between her breasts, at first shallowly before the sensation overwhelmed him and his primal instinct took over. He was slightly on top of her now, his hands clasped round her soft mounds, pressing tighter around his urgent hardness, thrusting harder in between. Her breasts wet with seawater. Pressing hard against her breastbone. Harder still. Until oh god, he's coming. Fuck. He's coming hard.
He was now no longer in the sea. He was lying on the soft sandy beach with her on top, a tangle of arms and legs as her breasts hung over his hungry mouth. She was moaning his name, eyes closed and her body was warm from lying in the sun. Jesse rolled her over on her back, wanting to be on top of her. He trailed his mouth inch by inch down her smooth, sun-kissed skin until his mouth reached her core. Her hips moving restlessly as he greedily feasted on her. She tasted of the salty sea, sun and seaweed. And the sounds that was coming out of her...
Then they were in the woods and he had laid her down gently on the green moss, kissing her all over, his hands everywhere. She smelled of damp earth, green leaves and flowers. Her dark hair fanned out behind her, her pale, exquisite neck arched and he just wanted to bite her neck like a ravenous vampire. His hands were hastily pushing up her dark green gown, exposing her white, smooth thighs. He was entering her now and he wanted to scream out loud at how good she felt. All tight and warm and slick. And that sweet friction as he thrust into her. He did not think he could hold on.
The woods disappeared and now they were in a darkened room, on a soft rug in front of a fireplace. She was on his lap, both of them naked. She had the wildest, most lusty expression on her face, the glow from the fireplace made her skin flickered red and orange. She looked like a demon - a sex demon who came to him at night to satisfy his every craving and desire.
She writhed and moved against him in the most delicious ways before finally, FINALLY impaling herself on him. The sound that came out of him could not be human. Before Jesse could recover from the feel of her around him, she was already riding him hard.
His hands gripped her hips harder. He could no longer control anything. The sight of her, riding him harder, faster, eyes closed with pleasure, red, wet mouth opened and panting, her hands first on her breasts, then up tangled in her hair. He could not stand it. How wild did she look, bucking on top of him like that?
And then he felt her clenching around him. He was buried so deep in her; it felt so painful yet so immeasurably delicious, so fucking pleasurable, he could only yell out to release some of the tension. Still she did not stop. Harder. Faster. Deeper. Until he could not breathe. The sight of her perfect breasts bouncing in time to her relentless assault. Oh god, he can't. He was coming again. Fuck. He fucking can't. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. FUUUCCCCCKKKK!
Jesse bolted up in his bed, panting hard. His heart was beating out of his chest and sweat was pouring off him. Did he just dreamt about fucking a mermaid? No, not exactly. It was crudely known as a tit fuck and it was Be...
What the hell, Jesse?!
She's your friend, you horny bastard! Just don't.
Jesse wiped his fevered brow. How many sexual fantasies did he had of her? In the space of that one dream alone? In the sea, on the beach, in the woods, in front of the fire. Oh god, he's sick and twisted. He need his head checked. Jesse grabbed the bottle on his side table and took a long drink. He needed that. Ah heck...he just realised his sheets were now all sweaty and sticky from his dreams. Jesse got up quietly, praying his parents wouldn't hear him. That would be the last thing he needed after a night like this.
A/N That's my contribution to Jeca Smut Sunday. It is weird, I know but y'all are already getting good smut from other fantastic authors today so I'm trying something a little different. I didn't really want Jesse to cheat on Aubrey, no matter how horrible she is hence the dream sequence. He can't help it that his brain and body is so horny for Beca. Thank you for your follows and reviews. I really appreciate each and everyone. you can't see it but I am actually thanking y'all through the medium of dance!
