Beca had an arm resting behind her head as she haphazardly scrolled through the pictures on her phone. Amy often called it 'The Great Gallery of Red' or 'Ginger Ninja Apparel', and anybody could see why.
The majority were selfies Chloe had taken. Out on the quad listening to her music, lounging on the sofa in a cosy-looking hoodie, sitting with anticipation at a Braves game (even though she didn't support them), messing around while she was bored stiff in a traffic jam. Beca wouldn't tell Amy, but it certainly was a 'great gallery.' Chloe was an art and deserved to be treated with such immense care; a masterpiece forever in the making was priceless.
She soon stumbled across one of her favourite photographs of Chloe at the beach. Her girlfriend held a towel wrapped around her body and was walking back towards the ocean barefoot, her hair damp and stringy. She was looking back at the camera and flashed a pearly-white smile, bright eyes concealed behind a pair of sunglasses. It was just them surrounded by miles of soft sand and tranquil waves; Beca would drop everything if it meant she could have Chloe in her most rawest of beauty all to herself once more. Summer was far too long of a wait.
She previously had this spontaneous snap as her screensaver before swapping it to one of the both of them after Stacie once said 'you're a little obsessed with your girl, Mitchell.' Her friend had meant for it to be a joke, but Beca overthought it more than she would've liked and settled on the decision to change the picture.
When she told Chloe about the matter, the redhead simply brushed it aside and stated that her obsession with Beca was second to none. Beca always kept it in mind whenever she saved yet another selfie Chloe had sent her.
After Beca felt she had spent a sufficient amount of time gawking over nearly half her pictures of Chloe, she tossed her phone to the side and rested the other hand behind her head. She heard a cacophony of laughter from upstairs and concluded that the girls were either having a pillow fight, a game of Spin the Bottle or having a good chinwag about any nonsense they could muster up. In other words, anything unrelated to the ICCAs or Worlds.
Chloe had joined them around an hour ago after Beca said she was drained from her internship and - in the nicest way possible - wanted a little space for awhile. Chloe was completely understanding about the matter and left the brunette to her own devices.
Beca stared up at the posters on the walls and chuckled to herself. Chloe had gone through a punk rock phase in her teenage years and owned countless Evanescence and Sex Pistols memorabilia. She still kept a few posters for them to poke fun at her younger, cringeworthy self. Beca couldn't believe that any of it was even remotely genuine. The whole concept of spiky, coloured hair and studded clothing just didn't seem to fit with her girlfriend.
"Hey, baby." Chloe walked down the wooden staircase. "The girls are ordering kebab. I couldn't really stay up there. You mind if I join you?"
"Dude, you have an automatic pass when it comes to spending time with me." Beca smiled, patting the space beside her. "No need to ask for permission."
"Unless you're tired and decide to kick me out." Chloe winked.
"Hey, you were cool with it."
"I was, wasn't I?"
"Mmm hmm."
Chloe wore a giraffe onesie and allowed the hood to sag over her head. Two plush, fuzzy slippers adorned her feet and squeaked with every step she took. A direct contrast to the image Beca had in her mind of a fifteen year-old Chloe wearing brightly coloured hairpieces, leather overcoats and heavy boots in sweltering Florida heat.
Beca pointed at the slippers as Chloe jumped on the bed and pushed her hood off. "What are those meant to be?"
"Teddy bears. You asked me yesterday."
"I did?"
"Yup." Chloe playfully popped the 'p'. She laid down and stretched out her limbs. "And the day before that, and the day before that-"
"Okay, I get it. I have the memory of elephant."
"Beca?"
"...yeah?"
"Elephants have good memories."
"Well shit, I didn't know that."
"How did you not know that?" Chloe asked incredulously. "Haven't you heard of the saying 'an elephant never forgets?'"
"Yeah, like that's possible. My memory's probably equally as good, but of course you always forget about that." Beca mumbled, unlocking her phone and continuing to look at every flash of red hair that came her way. "You take so many selfies."
"You're the one that screenshots them, creep." Chloe teased.
"Because you're gorgeous."
Chloe smirked and cuddled up into Beca's side. "Even when I'm dressed like this, huh?"
"Especially when you're dressed like this." Beca placed her phone down, pecked Chloe's cheek and draped an arn across her shoulders. "You're rather hot in a onesie."
"Mmm, well you're rather hot in those boxer briefs." Chloe purred as she examined the bulge in Beca's underwear.
"You bought them, of course you're gonna say that."
"I buy all your underwear, Becs." Chloe reminded. "Before we were serious, you wore tighty-whities. And you know exactly how I feel about them. Now, would you say that you prefer these super sexy bad boys or those disgusting Y-fronts?"
Beca snorted. "More like you prefer these over briefs. I mean, c'mon, 'ya'll don't need a permit for this gun?'" She looked down to where the quote was on her underwear to emphasize her point. "They're all so you, Chlo. Nearly everything you get me either has a corny innuendo or nineties cartoons on it."
"I'm the one that took it upon myself to upgrade your underwear drawer. I think I have the right to choose what designs I like."
"But I'm the one wearing them. I always thought briefs were more comfotable."
"You've never complained."
"Because it's really sweet of you and I don't want you to feel underappreciated if I did complain. Even though I know you're only doing it to increase your sex appeal." She added with a knowing smirk. Chloe pouted and shook her head, determined for Beca to believe otherwise. "It's true and you know it."
"I just like you having a nice pair of undies."
"Don't play the innocent. You've got a dirty little mind, Beale."
"Yeah, but you love it." Chloe poked her tongue out.
Beca reciprocated Chloe's actions. Chloe rolled her eyes and pecked Beca's lips. Beca pecked back a few times before catching Chloe's phone vibrating on the bedside table. She saw 'the awesome brother ;) :D' flash at the top of the dark screen and instantly knew who it was.
"Babe, your brother's facetiming."
"Which one?" Chloe sat up cross-legged. "If it's Clayton, I've gotta tell him that for the last time, Aubrey's not interested in him. He's really getting on her nerves."
"Actually it's Chad, and..." Beca frowned as she picked up Chloe's phone and handed it over. "Clayton likes Aubrey? You're serious, right?"
"I'll tell you later. It's a long story." Chloe swiped her finger across the screen to accept the call. "Hi, Chaddums." She grinned at her youngest brother.
"Hey, Chloe." Chad offered a small wave. "How's college now that you're actually studying?" His smile soon turned to a teasing grin.
Chloe rolled her eyes. "Can't you think of anything new? You text me that like, twice a day."
"Nah, not that creative."
"I realized. Anyway, how have you been?"
"Well aside from school a big pile of shit, I guess you could say I'm okay."
After putting a pair of sweatpants on, Beca edged closer to Chloe in order for Chad to see her. "You're in junior year, dude. It's like an endless hellhole of everything that could ever go wrong ever. Take it from someone who nearly failed theirs."
"You're not helping." Chloe sighed.
Chad laughed. "It's cool. I've gotta agree with you there, Beca."
"See, Chlo. I happen to be very relatable."
"Yeah, that's not a good thing. Particularly if it's anything school-related."
There was much truth behind Chloe's words. Beca had never been one for having her nose buried deep inside a textbook or producing a ridiculously long essay on baffling topics within the space of a week. Practical work had always been far more suited to her needs.
Beca sniggered and turned back to face the screen." Now, aside from the vortex that is eleventh grade, what else have you got up to?"
"I've been practicing tons for the band at the moment. We're needed at some opening ceremony when the Cavaliers face the Hornets. Everyone's been banging on about it for weeks and it's kinda annoying. I don't get football. Basketball's where it's at."
"I'm your sister. I know these things."
Chad grinned and held up his index finger. "Aha, but did you know Austin got us free tickets to watch the game on Thursday?"
"Wait, what?!" Chloe exclaimed. "That's Magic versus Heat! How did he get free tickets?!"
"His brother works in marketing for the NBA. We've been begging him to get us tickets for awhile."
"I did not know that! Oh my god, I could've flown over and watched it with you!"
"I swear you're coming in like, three weeks?"
"Yeah, for New Year's. But I would've came sooner if you told me about this!"
"Thanks, babe. Ditching me on the holidays for basketball." Beca patted Chloe's shoulder. "And here's me being led to believe you were a baseball nut."
"I am. I love all sports."
"We only had two tickets, Chlo." Chad shrugged. "And even if you wanted to pay, I'm pretty sure they're all sold out by now."
"Oh, that's fair enough. You enjoy the game, Chad. Maybe I'll see if I can catch you on TV." Chloe winked. Chad's grin could only grow. "Don't misbehave too much. I'll be watching you."
"So you're Big Brother?"
"Uh huh."
"The irony." Beca chuckled as she shook her head.
"How is it in Orlando weather-wise?" Chloe wondered.
"It's, uh..." Chad glanced outside his window. "Warm. So the usual. How's Atlanta?"
"We're freezing our tits off, dude." Beca joked. Chloe and Chad chuckled in unison. "Honestly, it's not that bad over here. Chloe may look like she's about to go hiking in the Himalayas, but we all know she's a drama queen at heart."
"Hey!"
"True that!" Chad laughed. "Chloe's worse than all the girls in my grade."
"That I can believe."
"I'm only wearing a onesie, guys." Chloe whined. "It's not like I'm wearing loads of layers."
"Yeah, but you're offended." Chad pointed out.
"So that automatically means you're a drama queen." Beca continued with a smirk.
"You two are a right pair." Chloe huffed.
"Doesn't sound like you're denying it, sis."
"Denying what?"
"That you're a drama queen."
"I actually hate you."
"Thanks. I hate you, too." Chad snickered.
"Hobbit, Fire Crotch." Amy strode down the steps and into the room uninvited. "You're needed."
Chloe sighed. "Amy, I thought I told you to quit calling me that-"
"Nope, don't think you did." Amy cut in.
"Yout memory's as bad as Beca's."
"Rude." Beca said, turning to face Amy. "So, why exactly are we needed?"
"It involves a pillow full of feathers, a load of shaving cream and one Legacy."
Chloe gasped and placed a hand to her bosom. "What did you do to poor Emily?!"
"Well..."
"I swear, if you don't tell me what you did to our aca-daughter-"
"Does that make me an aca-uncle?" Chad spoke up, having heard the conversation quite clearly.
"Right, I'm gonna sort this out." Chloe shoved the phone in Beca's hands. "Tell him I should be back soon." She kicked her slippers off, arose from the bed and jogged up the stairs. Amy followed along behind her.
"So...pillows, shaving cream and legacies, huh?" Chad snickered. "You guys are something else."
"Nah, it's just Amy. I love her, but she's a fucking tornado. There's no stopping her when she's at full pelt."
"And in this case, it was torturing...what's her name?"
"Emily Junk."
"I'm sorry, that is so not her name."
"Well prepare for the all-mighty mind fuck of this generation, but she's one-hundred percent Junk."
"Damn, that sucks..." Chad fell silent for a moment as he collected his thoughts together. "Wait, that reminds me of something."
"Yeah?"
"It's kinda relevant, kinda not. I, uh...actually had a reason for calling."
"What's that?"
"Well I wanted to ask you something...y'know, sex related. And I don't know why, but it feels weird to ask Chloe."
Beca thought back to her offer on Thanksgiving and nodded. "Yeah, go for it, dude."
"This is gonna sound super random, and I don't know if you'll wanna answer, but I was wondering what your first time like?" Chad asked. "I just...wanna know what it's like, I guess."
"Well, it wasn't as glamourous as you're probably thinking." Beca laughed as the memory jogged her mind. With anybody else, she wouldn't have been so willing to discuss her first time, but Chad was Chloe's brother, her future brother-in-law, and an all-around great kid, so she wasn't too bothered about the nature of his enquiry. "I had no idea what I was doing. I just took some chances and gambled them. Thank god I had a bit of luck on my side that night."
"Was it with Chloe?"
"Yeah, kid. It was."
A simple invite back to Chloe's room for a cuddle and some after-hours gossip had quickly turned into a passionate make-out session on her bed. Considering Aubrey was back in Charleston for the weekend, Chloe had discreetly decided she would make the most of her best friend's absence. Only, Beca had no knowledge of Chloe's true intentions in regards to her friendly welcoming, and when her girlfriend pushed her down with little force, crawled up on her and pressed their lips together, she was at a loss for words.
The occasional dry humping caused Beca's member to spring to life, begging for release. Every single nerve in her body leapt out into the open and leeched onto that temporary state of nothingness. She gulped and writhed underneath Chloe, repeatedly clenching her fingers tight to her clammy palms in an attempt to control her shaking.
Chloe was far more preoccupied on leaving her mark. Her hand ghosted down Beca's abs, beyond the safety of her joggers and settled on her package. The sudden touch was all Beca's reflexes needed to take charge. Keeping her aggression to the minimum, her hand flung to Chloe's and she slapped it away.
Chloe froze over and sat up on Beca's lap, concern and offense etched into her frown. "What's wrong? Don't you want me?"
"O-Of course I want you, Chlo."
Wanting someone was a very strange concept to Beca; the common 'I want' was a phrase used when a person saw an item they desired to have in their possession. So, did Chloe wish to take ownership of Beca? It didn't make much sense at all. She wasn't an object.
"Then why did you do that?"
"Do what?"
"Take my hand off your dick?"
"Because I...I-I've never..." Beca stammered.
Chloe sealed Beca's lips with a soft kiss. "Hey, you've never what, baby? Don't be shy. You can talk to me about anything, you know that."
"Uh...I've never had s-sex before..."
"I didn't hear you, Becs. Speak up." Chloe giggled.
"I've never had sex before, okay?!" Beca snapped in a sudden panic. Chloe was completely taken aback by Beca raised voice and wide, horrified eyes. She hadn't expected it in the slightest. "Are you happy now?! Go ahead, laugh about it with Posen! I don't care-"
"Ssh, calm down, Becs." Chloe stroked Beca's cheek. "I'm not gonna laugh at you. There's no shame in being a virgin. If you told me that sooner, I wouldn't have been so forward."
"I-I...I couldn't..." Beca's voice resumed its tentativity. "It's so embarrassing..."
"It's not, baby. We were all virgins once. Nobody's born a sex pro."
"But...I thought you'd break up with me if you knew."
"Now why would I do that?"
"I don't know-"
"You do know, Beca. Is it because everyone else I've been in a relationship with wasn't a virgin when we got together?" Chloe was the only person Beca had ever met that could be direct while still retaining her comforting tone.
"I guess, yeah...like, I don't know what to expect. Is it good? Is it bad? Is it just...decent?"
"It depends on who you're having it with. Tom, for example, is absolutely disgusting and has no idea how to please a woman. I hated having sex with him. But you know I'm a very sexual person, so I'm normally all for it."
"For crying out loud, you get off on Titanium. Not a lot of women have a 'lady jam.'" Beca chuckled in an attempt to ease the underlying awkwardness.
"Yeah, exactly."
"So...what if I'm not good?"
"Then I won't care. I wasn't in love with Tom. And even if he was good, I'd never be attracted to him, looks and personality wise. Not like how I'm in love with you. If you're not good the first time, you'll get better. And then it'll come as second nature."
"You think?"
"Totes."
"Do you...wanna do it now?" Beca wondered.
Chloe's words had made Beca envisage the possibilities of taking their relationship that one step further. It would solidify the bond and trust they shared. Anyway, eighteen years was long enough of a wait. She needed to start somewhere. And even if Beca wasn't quite sure of her abilities, Chloe seemed positive that she could still work wonders.
"Aw, you're so adorable, Becs." Chloe cooed. "I love how you ask for permission."
"Uhm...thanks?" It was more of a question than a statement.
"And yes, I would love to have sex with you."
"Oh, cool...so what do I do first?"
Chloe giggled. "Well, taking your clothes off would be a fantastic start."
"Uh, okay." Beca started unzipping the flyer of her jeans when Chloe gently prised her hand away. "Babe, what are you-"
"Let me."
Chloe finished the job with the utmost of care - particularly around Beca's bulge - and allowed Beca to do the honours of pulling her jeans off and casting them aside. Granted, she wasn't wearing the sexiest of underwear, but she had no idea she'd be losing her virginity there and then.
Beca pushed down her briefs with some guidance from Chloe. Her dick bounced up, the cool air of the night beating against it. Despite Chloe's sparkling blue eyes darkening at the sight, Beca felt exposed and somewhat insecure. Nobody had ever seen her hard-on before, and that was frightening; it was all very new and completely out of her comfort zone. But Chloe had never not forced her out of her comfort zone. Everything about her girlfriend challenged her to do the unthinkable.
Chloe licked her lips and immediately got to work. She grabbed a bottle of lube, squirted a little on her hands and rubbed them together. She took Beca's dick in her palms and slowly curled her fingers around it, feeling the occasional twitch. Beca groaned at the combined sensation of Chloe's warm skin and the cool, slippery liquid encasing her cock.
She begun with slow, long strokes up and down the shaft and occasionally fonded with Beca's balls, wiggling her fingers like waves upon sand. As she heard a gentle whimper from the brunette below, she smirked and gradually quickened the pace.
"Do you like that?" She asked in a husky whisper.
"F-Fuck yes..."
Chloe's soft hands continued to work their magic. She had a firm grip on the base with one hand while her other was moving up and down in a frenzy, the pad of her thumb running over Beca's glistening head with every stroke. Beca moaned and squeezed her eyes shut. She was at breaking point; it was the tipping point of the iceberg, sending her straight over the edge.
Her hips jerked up as she came, cum shooting into the tissue Chloe had kindly provided. She wasn't quite ready for the boldness of oral sex. A simple handjob was overwhelming in itself, but Chloe swallowing her cum and licking her cock clean would have driven her to the brink of insanity.
"Did that feel good?" Chloe let Beca's dick fall limp against her chest. All Beca could do was nod, her lips parted.
Chloe winked, slipped her shirt off and unclasped her bra, allowing her full, curved breasts to plunge out into the open. Beca found herself unable to tear her eyes away as they wobbled along to even the slightest of her fidgeting. Though she had seen them many a time before (Chloe had no shame in parading around half naked), she could never get enough of them.
"You can touch, you know." She giggled, knocking Beca out of her trance.
"R-Right..."
Beca started to palm at Chloe's left breast. When she felt the redhead's erect nipple under her hand, she pinched and tweaked at it. Chloe smiled and let out a groan of satisfaction, giving Beca the extra push she needed to quicken her groping. She soon switched sides and paid the same attention to Chloe's right breast.
"Your boobs are so soft, Chlo."
"Mmm...now don't get me wrong, you're really good at foreplay, but your friend looks a little lonely down there." She scanned Beca's rehardening cock with a hungry, predatory gaze that intimidated Beca. "What do you say we give him some well earned attention, hmm? You think you're ready?"
Without thinking, Beca lent forwards to pull down Chloe's panties with shuddering hands. She was beyond terrified, and the sight of her girlfriend's dripping heat could only terrify her more. What if she wasn't good enough? What if she ended up hurting Chloe? God forbid, if she ever harmed Chloe she would never forgive herself.
She watched Chloe pick up a small pack and tear the plastic off with her teeth, revealing a compressed condom. Chloe took her time rolling it down the whole length as she kept hold of the tip, ensuring that it never split. It was an incredibly snug fit and Beca didn't find any comfort in wearing it whatsoever, but she understood the severe implications of choosing not to wear one. At least learning about protection in Sex Ed turned out to be useful in one way.
Chloe smiled apologetically. "I'm sorry you've gotta wear this. I don't really like condoms, and I'm sure you'll hate them, but I'm not on the pill. So we can't take any risks."
"Y-Yeah, uh...I'd rather not get you pregnant." Beca laughed nervously.
"Do you wanna get up on me?"
"But...but I could squash you."
"You're barely five foot, I don't think you can squash me."
"...good point."
Chloe shifted off Beca and laid down on her back, spreading her legs wide. It took Beca almost five minutes to climb up on top of Chloe, treating it as though it were a tiresome expedition. When their faces were inches apart once more, Beca entered Chloe with a slow hesitance.
"Fuck, Becs." Chloe breathed out. "You're so big."
Chloe's warm, wet folds surrounded Beca's dick. The feeling was more amazing than Beca could have ever imagined. She was able to slide in fairly easily thanks to how soaked Chloe had became (was that really because of her?) but was unsure what else she should do aside from jamming her cock in and out. Her confidence was nonexistent as it was. She couldn't go straight into overdrive with no skill or experience.
"U-Uh...what do I do now?"
Chloe kissed Beca's cheek for reassurance. "Move in and out, keep it slow. You'll be just fine, babe."
Beca nodded and begun buckling her hips in a slow, sensual movement, carefully retracting before pushing her head up against Chloe's core. Chloe grinded up against Beca, wanting every morsel of her girlfriend inside of her. Despite the condom being a bit of a hinderence, Beca stretched her so much it still felt like she was on fire, burning with want and desire.
Confidence flooded through Beca as Chloe's moans became louder with every thrust. She took the plunge and went deeper inside, but opted out of increasing her speed. She captured the redhead's lips in a saliva-infused kiss, their tongues dancing together in the dim moonlight.
Chloe gripped Beca's back and dug her nails in, pain and pleasure wrecking her senses. She groaned into Beca's mouth while her exploration took place. Beca continued pounding into her until she came, filling the condom like air inflating a balloon.
Beca detached her lips from Chloe's, panting heavily. Chloe was equally as breathless. Beads of sweat trickled down their foreheads and cheeks. Beca nuzzled Chloe's nose, unsure of what to say.
Chloe nuzzled back and regained some energy to speak through light breaths, reaching up to wipe the sweat off Beca's forehead. "You were amazing, baby."
"T-Thanks, Chlo." Beca was still a little shaken up. She begun sliding out of Chloe as carefully as possible, not wanting to slip up and spoil everything.
"Are you sure that was your first time?" Chloe held the condom the base of Beca's dick while her girlfriend successfully pulled out. "It seems like you've been doing this for years."
"I...guess I had a good teacher."
"You guess?"
"Mmm hmm."
Chloe wrapped the condom and gently dropped it in the trash. "I'd say you taught yourself. I just gave you a little guidance."
"No way." Beca shook her head as she slid off Chloe. "I would've fucked it up if you didn't tell me what to do."
"I told you a few pointers, Becs. The rest was all down to you."
"God, I fucking love you." For the first time that evening, Beca was able to say something with absolute certainty.
Chloe grinned; the self-assured Beca who excessively used the raunchiest of language was back in business. "I love you, too."
"So...Chloe taught you everything you know?" Chad asked once he had heard the brief aspects of Beca's story. Though Beca recalled the events as if they occured yesterday, she didn't want to go into too much of the nitty gritty details. That wasn't necessary.
"I did my own research too, but yeah, she gave me the experience I needed."
"Wow, I didn't know that."
"Did you really expect us to tell you?"
"Uh...no?"
"The fact that you have to question it says everything."
"Hey, Becs." Chloe chirped as she returned back to the room and resumed her position on the bed, snuggling right up to Beca. "You and Chad still talking?"
"Duh."
"Yeah, you weren't gone that long."
"I was gone for forty minutes." Chloe rose an eyebrow.
"Didn't feel like it to me. Time flies, huh?"
"Not when you're helping Emily restuff her pillow and getting the girls to clean shaving cream off half the windows in the house."
"It was that bad?"
"It was like something had exploded up there."
"You sure it wasn't Amy's dump?" Beca smirked.
"Ew, no." Chloe chuckled. "Believe me, I would've known if Amy took a shit."
"Even Chad would've known if Amy took a shit. He'd probably be able to smell it all the way from Orlando."
"Alert, I now have images of Fat Amy squatting on the couch and shitting right on the spot."
"We didn't need to know that, dude."
"You did, it was essential."
Chloe rolled her eyes at her brother in an attempt to hide her amusement. "If you say so, Chaddums."
The trio's conversation lasted another hour until Granddad Alan's booming voice commanded Chad to 'shut those goddamn lights off' before proceeding to threaten him multiple times. Once Chad had said his final goodbyes and hung up, Beca stripped down to her boxer briefs and Chloe peeled her onesie off, leaving her in a pair of boy shorts. Sometimes, they had preference of sleeping in their underwear over being completely clothed.
Once Chloe shut the lights off, she pulled the covers over them, spun around in the bed and shifted close to Beca. They gazed at each other, hot breaths tickling their faces and limbs entwined in an embrace.
"What were you talking about with Chad when I was out of the room?" Chloe mumbled.
"My first time." Beca admitted; she wasn't keen on keeping silly secrets from Chloe. If she could, she would tell Chloe every minute moment of her day. "Don't tell him I told you."
"Why?"
"He was embarrassed to ask you. Not sure why."
"I do. I've watched him grow up from a newborn baby to a young man. And along the way, I've taught him a lot of things that I didn't know as a child. Aside from tying knots, because he can't do that for shit. Remind you of anyone?" Chloe giggled as Beca rolled her eyes. "Now don't laugh, but I even cried when my mom told me he had his first driving lesson. Because of our age gap, he sees me like another parent as well as his sister."
"So...what are you trying to get at here?" Beca was somewhat puzzled by Chloe's explanation.
"He's embarrassed to ask me because it's like he's asking his mom. But with you, he's totally cool with it. I just love the fact that he's comfortable enough to talk to you about this sort of thing."
"He must like me."
"Oh, he does. Chad makes it obvious when he doesn't like someone. He absolutely terrorised Tom during 2011 Thanksgiving when he overheard that asshole bitching about me to some girl. Pins everywhere."
"Okay, now I like your brother ten times more. He's fucking awesome."
"Mmm hmm." Chloe smirked, giving Beca a slight forewarning of what was to come. "So, what exactly did you tell him about your first time?"
"Okay, so I told him we were making out and you started feeling up. I freaked, we discussed it, you gave me a bit of confidence, so I sucked it up and went ahead with it."
"You didn't tell him about how amazing you were?"
"Dude, I know you were only saying that to boost my ego. I was awful and the condom totally got in the way. At least now I can fuck you seven ways to Sunday without any shitty plastic on my dick." Beca said with much nochalance.
"Seens like I boosted your ego a bit too much."
Beca grinned. "What can I say, you calling me 'Daddy' gets me all cocky."
"You're cocky anyway."
"Like you're not."
"Okay, we're both as cocky as each other. Case closed."
"Wait. Cocky as in we're both really fucking good at sex, or cocky as in we'll waltz into the ICCAs in January with virtually no practice and still manage to scrape the quarter finals because we've smashed that competition three times in a row?"
"Probably both. But now that you mention it, we do need to squeeze in some rehearsals. The girls are going a bit haywire at the moment. Take what happened earlier for example. I know you're tired from your internship, but we can schedule our rehearsal time around it."
"Chlo, it sounds like you're blaming me." Beca frowned. "You've been pushing them off more than I have to concentrate on your studying. At least I made a start on the set list-"
"Can we talk about it tommorrow? I don't want a debate."
"Yeah, okay." Beca sighed and rolled over to lay flat on her back. "Night, babe."
"Night."
Flashes of her first time replayed through Beca's mind, and it was there and then that she started to realize things were miles simpler before she took on the responsibility of leading the Bellas alongside Chloe. In reality, she was beginning to have doubts as to whether they'd ever get around to rehearsing. The end of January wasn't far off, which didn't give a lot of time, and the holidays meant that the girls wouldn't be together for the better part of two weeks.
Focusing on the Bellas seemed like an impossible task; she had college work to complete (though she put the bare minimum of effort in), a relationship to maintain, friendships to upkeep, an internship that would hopefully secure her a job for the foreseeable future and many, many creative insults to think of the next time she saw Aubrey. There was a lot of pull factors dragging her away from the Bellas that, in time, she had a gut feeling her and Chloe would fall out over.