A/N: Here you go beautiful people, some more Staubrey fluff. I don't want my secondary ladies to fall to the side. So I hope that you guys enjoy…thank you for reading!
Chapter 9: Raise Your Voice
~*~Aubrey POV~*~
Aubrey liked to believe that she had a pretty awesome memory. She really had her father to thank for that. He was nothing if a stickler when it came to having things planned out and written in calendars months ahead. If Aubrey were to look back now, she would probably blame her lack of remembering her birthday on two things. Being busy with school and spending all of her free time with Stacie. So when she is walking towards her car after getting out of her English class on Thursday morning, the last thing that she is expecting is a phone call. She fishes around in her purse before successfully pulling out the offending object. Aubrey swipes the green answer symbol without actually looking at the caller ID.
"Aubrey Posen speaking."
"Wow. You answer the phone just like your father."
"Hi mom! I didn't expect to hear from you today."
"Honey, why wouldn't I call you? You haven't called me in the past three weeks. I was beginning to think that you were dead."
"I'm sorry mama. I have been so busy getting ready for the MCAT. I haven't had much time for anything else."
Aubrey felt bad about lying to her mother. She had free time. Not and exuberant amount of it, but there was enough free time for a phone call or two. The past three weeks consisted of classes, studying with her study group and three more dates with Stacie. When Aubrey wasn't in class or in her study group, she and Stacie were out on little coffee dates. They also took turns hanging out at each other's places. That always seemed to end in a heated make out session. The last couple of times that they hung out at Aubrey and Chloe's apartment, they had almost taken their make out session to the finish line. Aubrey would always stop Stacie before they went too far. She knew that Stacie was a girl who enjoyed having sex, and a lot of it. So she knew that she was probably giving Stacie a major case of whatever the female equivalent of blue balls was. It wasn't as if she didn't want to have sex with Stacie, it was actually quite the opposite. Aubrey couldn't remember a time when she craved somebody as badly as she did Stacie. No matter how lust clouded her thoughts became during a make out session, as soon as Stacie slipped her hands under Aubrey's shirt, panic would rip through the blonde's body. Aubrey wasn't a stranger when it came to sex. She didn't exactly have a long list of past sexual partners, but she is a college student after all. So that led her to believe that her panic was coming from one or both of the following things. One being that she knew that Stacie had a pretty active sex life before they started dating. Hell for all Aubrey knew Stacie was still sleeping around. It wasn't as if the two of them were exclusive. They just never really got around to talking about it. So yeah Aubrey is pretty afraid that she won't measure up to Stacie's expectations when it comes to sex. She doesn't want to disappoint the brunette in the bedroom department. That isn't even the biggest reason for Aubrey's panic. She thinks that the biggest reason for her hesitation about finally sealing the deal with Stacie is the fact that that the brunette is in fact a woman. She grew up in the south. Being born in South Carolina and growing up in Georgia. Plus both of her parents are originally from South Carolina. So she grew up in a very traditional southern household. She knew that her parents were pretty accepting when it came to Chloe being gay, but sometimes it's a different story when your own flesh and blood was questioning their sexuality. So Aubrey is fairly certain that the majority of her panic is coming from the fact that she has no clue how her parents are going to react if or when she tells them about Stacie.
"Aubrey baby? Are you still there?" Aubrey is shaken out of her thoughts by her mother's soft southern twang.
"I'm sorry mama. What did you say?"
"Where's your head at honey? I've been talking to you with no answer for a few minutes now."
"My head is right where it belongs mom. I am just thinking about all of the homework that I have to get done this weekend."
"Well, you might want to get as much done as you can tonight. You are going to be busy this weekend."
"Why do you say that mama?"
"Oh baby. Don't tell me that you forgot."
"Forgot what?"
"Saturday."
"What about Saturday?"
"It's your birthday honey."
"Oh yeah. Well I didn't really make any plans for this weekend. I honestly forgot that my birthday was coming up. I have been really busy with school."
"I know baby. And you know how much your father and I miss being able to spend your birthday with you. Seeing as you haven't been able to come home for the past two years. So we decided you surprise you this year."
"What do you mean?"
"Your father and I are flying in for the weekend. We are taking a red eye tonight so we can spend your birthday with you."
"What?" Aubrey stops dead in her tracks. Her car only a few feet away but it feels like another two miles as her vision begins to tunnel. She can feel her hands starting to shake slightly as bile starts to rise in her esophagus. She takes a deep breath to center herself, wishing that she had brought her medication with her.
"I have wanted to tell you for a few weeks now but you are so hard to get ahold of. So I called Chloe this morning to find out when you get out of class for the day. I had to make sure that I told you before we just showed up. I know how surprises make you feel. I can't wait to see you baby."
"I'm sorry that you haven't been able to get me on the phone. School has just been kicking my butt."
"I know baby. That is why this visit will be good for you."
"What time do you guys get in?"
"Our flight from Atlanta lands at one thirty in the morning. Chloe already told me that she would pick us up."
"Where are you and the General staying?"
"Well we were just planning on getting a hotel room for the weekend."
"Nonsense mama. You and the General can stay at the apartment with Chloe and I."
"Doesn't you apartment only have two bedrooms?"
"Well yeah. I will just let you guys stay in my room and I will bunk with Chloe for the weekend."
"Oh baby, we couldn't ask you to do that."
"It's fine mama. It's not a bother at all."
"If you say so Aubrey. I have to go. I have to make sure that I have everything packed before your father gets home. You know how he likes to plan ahead."
"I know mom. I will see you guys soon."
"Okay baby. Love you."
"I love you too."
Aubrey presses end on her phone, sliding the offending object into the back pocket of her jeans. Just as she presses the unlock button on her key fob, "Party in the USA" blares out from her pocket. Aubrey opens the driver's side door, tossing her backpack into the passenger seat before pulling her phone back out.
"This is Aubrey Posen."
"Bree, do you always have to answer the phone like your father? You know who is on the other line. "Party in the USA" is only my ringtone. Plus you have caller id and a picture of my beautiful face that shows up when I call."
"I am just trying to be professional."
"Oh yes. Because you must always answer the phone professionally when your best friend is calling you."
"It doesn't hurt to answer the phone professionally all of the time."
"Whatever Bree."
"Oh shush you. Is there a reason why you called me? Shouldn't you be getting ready for one of your classes?"
"Well. I don't have another class for twenty minutes. I wanted to tell you that I saw Stacie today."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. My sociology class got cancelled this morning. So I got a call from another instructor. Apparently her son was home sick from school so she asked me to cover her class. She told me that she would cover my one Saturday class, seeing as it's somebody's birthday this weekend."
"Ugh. Is there a point to this conversation? You know how I feel about my birthday."
"I know. There is a point to this conversation. I told Kristi that I would cover for her. So I showed up at the gym and Stacie was in the class."
"So what is the point? Are you calling me to tell me that you spent ninety minutes ogling the object of my affections?"
"No. Well maybe a little. It's just that Kristi teaches hot yoga, and well she was wearing really tiny shorts and a sports bra…."
"Chloe! What's your point?"
"Stacie's hot?"
"I know that! What was the point of this conversation?"
"Well she wanted me to ask you if you guys were still on for your date tonight. She said that she had been texting you this morning but that you hadn't answered."
"It is literally nine thirty in the morning! I have been in class for the last hour and fifteen minutes."
"Jeez, what crawled into your snat…"
"Chloe Elizabeth Beale, if you finish that sentence, I swear to god that I will kick your ass."
"Sorry."
"You should be. I haven't answered Stacie back yet because my so called best friend neglected to tell me that my parents were going to be flying in for the freaking weekend. So excuse me for freaking out a little bit."
"Ummm…surprise?"
"Why didn't you tell me sooner?"
"I just found out this morning. Mama Posen called me this morning and woke me up at seven. She wanted it to be a surprise."
"Well it is a surprise. And not an entirely pleasant one at that.
" "Why do you say that?"
"Well Stacie and I had a date tonight, now I have to cancel."
"Why do you have to cancel your date?"
"Because my insanely conservative parents are coming to see me for my birthday. I don't think that this would be the ideal time to tell them about the girl that I have been messing around with."
"Why? They are conservative but they are also pretty open minded. I mean come on Aubrey. They treat me like their own flesh and blood and I pretty gay."
"That's different Chloe."
"How is it any different?"
"It just is. My mother has been pressuring me to find a nice guy to settle down with so she can have more grandbabies."
"She just loves grandbabies Bree. I don't think that she will care if you have them with a guy or with another girl."
"Jesus Chloe! Stacie and I aren't even officially together. It is way too soon to even talk about this."
"What do you mean you and Stacie aren't official? Why haven't you asked her to be your girlfriend yet?"
"Because I don't know if that is what I want Chloe!"
"What do you mean?"
"I mean that I don't know if I can be in a relationship with her."
"Why can't you?"
"I don't know. I'm not gay Chloe."
"Are you attracted to her?"
"Yes. Have you seen her Chloe? She's gorgeous."
"Oh I know that. Have you ever stopped to think that maybe you are bisexual?"
"I have never been attracted to another girl before Stacie."
"Maybe you're pan."
"Maybe."
"Look Bree I get it. I really do. The thought of coming out as gay, bi, pan, tran, whatever is absolutely terrifying. I had the same thoughts running through my head before I came out to my grandparents. Not knowing how your parents are going to react is horribly scary. You don't know if they are going to smile and hug you or tell you that you aren't their child anymore. I just need you to think about this, is Stacie worth the risk? How willing are you to the possibility of losing potential love because you are too much of a chicken shit to talk to your parents about it? Because if you aren't even willing to think about talking to your mom and dad, then you need to stop stringing Stacie along. I've been there. With the so called straight girl who tells you that she is going to tell her parents about you and then she doesn't. It's fucking heartbreaking. It's not fair to her. So talk to her about what you are feeling. Have you told her that she is the first girl that you have been with?"
"No."
"Oh Bumble-Bree. You need to talk to her. That girl has been crushing on you for a year now. Don't lead her on if you are just going to change your mind the first time something might go wrong."
"You're right Chlo-Bug."
"Duh. I already told you that gingers are always right. Now you go call that girl. I will bring home some lunch on my way home from my class."
"Okay Chloe. See you in a little bit."
"Yes you will. Love you babe."
"Love you too."
Aubrey ends the call. Just as she is about to slip her phone back into her pocket, she notices the text message app with the number five above it. She opens the app, smiling as she sees that all of the messages are from Stacie.
Dr. Leggy: (07:40 a.m.) Good morning beautiful! I hope that you had a wonderful night. I can't wait to see you later today. TTYL XOXO
Dr. Leggy: (07:45 a.m.) Oh my god Bree! You have to check out this cat video that Beca and I found on the internet last night.
Attachment received 07:45 a.m. "Cats ."
Dr. Leggy: (08:02 a.m.) Okay so I just ran into Chloe. Apparently she is subbing for my normal hot yoga instructor today. Don't know how I feel about being stuck in a hot room with your best friend who is wearing really, really tight bicycle shorts and a really tight tank top. Please don't be jealous, that was the hunter speaking.
Dr. Leggy: (09:30 a.m.) Okay, so I am pretty sure that Chloe spent the majority of the class time staring at my ass. I don't know if I should feel harassed or proud. I'm leaning towards the latter.
Dr. Leggy: (09:40 a.m.) Are you like super pissed at me or something? Also, did you watch the cat video?
Aubrey chuckles out loud before typing out a response.
Aubrey Posen: (09:42 a.m.) Jeez Stacie, obsessive much? :P. Good morning to you as well beautiful. I am not pissed at you or ignoring you. I will have you know that I was in class from 8 am until 9:15. On my way to my car, my mother called me to inform me that her and my father will be flying in for the weekend. So I was dealing with that conversation. Then I had to call Chloe to yell at her because she knew about my parents coming to surprise me. Now I feel the need to call her back and yell at her for checking you out.
Dr. Leggy: (09:43 a.m.) Oh my god, she lives! I thought that you were ignoring me. I miss you. :(
Aubrey Posen: (09:43 a.m.)Aww… getting soft on me Conrad?
Dr. Leggy: (09:43 a.m.) Only for you, Posen. Only for you. Did you watch the cat video?
Aubrey Posen: (09:44 a.m.) That is nice to know. No Stacie, I have not watched the cat video. I will watch it when I get home.
Dr. Leggy: (09:44 a.m.) Okay fine. You have to text me as soon as you watch it. It is so funny.
Aubrey Posen: (09:44 a.m.)I will. I promise. I actually have something to tell you.
Dr. Leggy: (09:45 a.m.)Uh-oh, that doesn't sound good.
Aubrey Posen: (09:45 a.m.) Well it isn't bad. With my parents flying in later, I have a lot of crap that I need to get done so….
Dr. Leggy: (09:45 a.m.) Are you cancelling our date tonight? :'(
Aubrey Posen: (09:46 a.m.) Well I don't want to. So I was going to see if you could come over sooner than originally planned.
Dr. Leggy: (09:46 a.m.) I can and would love to. I have class in a few minutes but I can head over as soon as I get out at 11:30.
Aubrey Posen: (09:46 a.m.)Sounds good. See you soon.
Dr. Leggy: (09:47 a.m.) Not if I see you first. ; )
Aubrey Posen: (09:47 a.m.) Cheeseball.
Dr. Leggy: (09:47 a.m.) You love it. Now I really gotta go. I have to shower this sweat off of me before I head to class. I'll think about you while I'm naked. ; ) TTYL….XOXO
Aubrey chuckles lightly to herself, sliding into the driver's side of her car.
"Damn you Conrad. You are going to be the death of me."
~*~Stacie POV~*~
Stacie woke up in a great mood. She got a good night of sleep. She only had one class today. Plus it was Thursday. Tuesdays and Thursdays were her favorite days because she had her hot yoga class in the morning. Plus in less than twelve hours, she would be going out with a super-hot blonde. She had a good feeling about tonight. Lately things had been getting pretty heated between the two of them, and Stacie was pretty positive that tonight was going to be the night. At least that is what she is hoping. She doesn't know how much longer she will last before she spontaneously combusts.
Stacie has always been an extremely sexual being. She hasn't had sex with anyone else in over a month. For her, longer than a week is considered a dry spell. There is only so much relief that she can manage by herself. So when she wakes up from the very sexy dream that her subconscious was having, a pained groan escapes her lips as she takes in the incessant throbbing between her legs. The brunette runs her hand down her body, sliding her hand underneath her sleep shorts. A moan of approval echoes quietly in the room as her fingers meet the heated flesh of her core. Stacie sucks her bottom lip in-between her teeth, biting down on her lip to stifle her groan as her finger press against her swollen clit.
"Fuck…." Stacie's breathy moan is barely audible as she begins to rub tight circles against her sensitive nub. The brunette presses her thumb against her clit, swiftly sliding two fingers into her entrance. She sets a quick pace, knowing that she will not take long to reach her peak. The remnants of her dream slam to the forefront of her mind, causing a loud moan to escape her mouth. Stacie's eyes roll back into her head as she imagines the blonde's fingers instead of her own. Stacie feels the beginning heat of her orgasm spreading through her stomach, hips rising up to meet her frantic thrusts. "Low" by Flo Rida begins to play through her phone as a text message comes in. The sound of her "lady jam" blaring through her phones speaker is enough to send the brunette crashing over the edge. Her back arches off of her bed, pressing her fingers deeper inside of her. The slight curl of her fingers causes another orgasm to rip through her overly sensitive body. Stacie bites down hard on her lip to stifle her scream, thrusting her fingers slowly inside of her core as she rides out her unexpected second orgasm. When Stacie has regained the rest of her basic motor functions back, she pulls her fingers out of her core, groaning at the loss of contact. She wipes her fingers on her shorts before grabbing her cell phone with her clean hand. She unlocks her phone, opening the text message app.
Dingo Wrestler: (07:20 a.m.) Jesus Hunter! Do you think that you could keep it down in there? Or at least kick your companion out of the house. Some of us are trying to sleep.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad:(07:20 a.m.) Not my fault that you spent all night banging that douchenozzle Bumper. Plus I don't even have anybody over. ; )
Dingo Wrestler: (07:21 a.m.)Whatever Hunter. Bumper is not that bad. And OMGee! Are you practicing the art of self-love?
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (07:21 a.m.) Maybe. What's it to you?
Dingo Wrestler: (07:21 a.m.) I normally wouldn't care. But you're Stacie Effin' Conrad. You don't play DJ Diddles.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (07:22 a.m.) That is because I normally don't need to. I am trying to not sleep around anymore.
Dingo Wrestler: (07:22 a.m.)Is this because of the Blonde Nazi? The one with the stick in her snatch?
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (07:23 a.m.) Her name is Aubrey. And yes. I am going to try out this relationship crap that everybody keeps talking about. Also, I think that the saying is stick up her ass. You've been in America for 15 years now; you would think that you would pick up some of our lingo.
Dingo Wrestler: (07:23 a.m.) I stand by what I said. As much as I enjoy this conversation, I would love to go back to sleep for a few hours. If you must continue to finger bang your fun box, can you be a bit quieter? Thanks Hooker!
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (07:24 a.m.)Get some sleep Patricia. I am going to my yoga class. I will be home later. :3
Dingo Wrestler: (07:24 a.m.)Oi! I don't know anyone named Patricia. Get the hell out of here, ya skank!
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (07:24 a.m.)Love you too Amy.
Stacie rolls out of her bed, setting her phone on the bedside table. She walks over to her dresser, pulling out a pair of bicycle shorts, some yoga pants to wear over them and a tank top. She shuts the drawer, pulling open her underwear drawer. She pulls out a fresh pair of panties and sports bra. She grabs all of her clothes for her class, switching out her nightwear. She tosses her pajamas into the corner of her room, grabbing her light windbreaker jacket off of her computer chair. She grabs her keys off of her desk and her phone off of the table, shutting her bedroom door behind her.
Stacie makes her way into the kitchen, pulling the refrigerator door open. She grabs a bottle of water before closing the door. When she turns around, the brunette startles as she comes face to face with an unfamiliar girl. Stacie's nose wrinkles in slight disgust as she takes in the other girl's appearance. She has very obvious dyed "red" hair, dark circles under her sunken in eyes, hickeys covering the pale skin of her neck. Not to mention the fact that she has Beca's robe covering her sickly thin body. The glazed over look in her eyes tells Stacie that she is drunk, high or maybe even both. The brunette's nostrils flare in annoyance. The "redhead" eyes the brunette warily, a satisfied smirk settled on her face.
"Who the fuck are you?"
"My name is Ella. Who are you?"
"My name is Stacie. I live here."
"Oh. Well that's nice."
"Yes it is. Is there a point to this conversation? Because I have way better places to be that don't involve being around Beca's poorly made decisions."
"Excuse you? Who in the fuck do you think you are?"
"Unlike you, I am someone who matters. If I find out that you gave my best friend drugs, I will kick your crack addicted ass. Now go put some clothes on and get the fuck out of my house."
Ella's scowl drops from her face as she hurriedly makes her way to Beca's room, slamming the door behind her. "What the fuck!" is the last thing that Stacie hears. She grabs an apple off of the counter, grabbing her tennis shoes on her way out of the house. She makes her way down the driveway, popping the apple into her mouth so she can free up her hands to slide her tennis shoes. She slips them on, walking a bit to settle her feet into the shoes. She takes a bite out of the apple, grabbing her key fob out of her jacket pocket. Stacie unlocks her car, sliding into the driver's seat. She starts up the ignition, clicking her seatbelt into place. The brunette pulls out her cell phone, remembering that she wanted to text Aubrey this morning. She unlocks the screen, opening her text app. Her fingers move quickly across the screen, typing out her message.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (07:40 a.m.)Good morning beautiful! I hope that you had a wonderful night. I can't wait to see you later today. TTYL XOXO
Stacie takes a few minutes to eat her apple, anxiously waiting for a reply from the blonde. Her hope is slashed when she doesn't hear from her girlfriend? Friend with make-out benefits? Love interest? Stacie isn't really sure anymore. Right before she sets down her phone she remembers the video that she and Beca found last night. She sends another text, attaching the video to the message.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (07:45 a.m.)Oh my god Bree! You have to check out this cat video that Beca and I found on the internet last night.
Attachment received 07:45 a.m. "Cats vs. Cucumbers."
When the message shows that it is sent, Stacie drops her phone into the passenger seat. The brunette shifts her car into reverse, backing out of her driveway. It usually takes Stacie twenty minutes to get to the gym, but her little confrontation with the Uber skank put her a few minutes behind. So needless to say, Stacie may have sped a little bit on the way to her yoga class. She pulls into a parking spot twelve minutes later. She grabs her phone and her water bottle, quickly making her way inside of the gym. When she rushes into the studio, she is surprised to come face to face with her favorite redhead. Chloe has a huge smile on her face for eight o'clock in the morning. If she was anything like Beca, Stacie would have met that megawatt grin with a scowl. But Stacie is pretty functional in the morning when she isn't out drinking all night. So she flashes her own grin at the redhead.
"Good morning Stace!"
"Mornin' Red. I didn't know that you took this hot yoga class. I don't think that I have ever seen you in here before. God knows that I would remember those abs."
Chloe laughs, a blush coloring her cheeks.
"I'm actually filling in today for Kristi today. Her son is home sick from school."
"So you are an instructor?"
"Yeah. I usually have my classes in the afternoon because of class. My sociology class got cancelled and I love extra money."
"I gotcha. Well I don't know how much work I am going to be able to get done today if you plan on being dressed like that."
"Shut up Stacie. I would have heat stroke if I wore any more than this."
"Don't I know it?"
"Anyway. How's Beca doing? I haven't heard from her since our impromptu brunch."
"She's good. She has been working in the studio a lot. Her sister is making an album right now and Beca's boss is letting her produce it. All by herself. So she and Em have been spending a lot of time in the studio."
"I see. Well that is pretty awesome. I am so happy for her."
"Yeah me too. She is pretty stoked for this."
"I bet. Well when you see her, tell her that I said hi. Maybe she can call me sometime?"
"I'll let her know Red. You should probably get ready to start class."
"You're right!"
Chloe hurries off, leaving as stunned brunette checking out her very nice backside. Stacie shakes off the jolt of lust that shoots through her body, walking over to the only bench in the room. She peels off her jacket and tank top. Setting them down on the bench. She peels her yoga pants off of her legs, folding them before setting them on top of her top. Before she heads back over to the group, she pulls out her cell phone to type out a quick message. Disappointment pangs through her chest when she sees that Aubrey has yet to respond to her other messages.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (08:02 a.m.) Okay so I just ran into Chloe. Apparently she is subbing for my normal hot yoga instructor today. Don't know how I feel about being stuck in a hot room with your best friend who is wearing really, really tight bicycle shorts and a really tight tank top. Please don't be jealous, that was the hunter speaking.
Stacie tucks her phone into her clothes before making her way over to the group. Stacie can feel the stress melting off of her body as the heat of the room causes her to break out into a sweat. Chloe works the group ragged; only stopping for one drink break half way through the class. As soon as 9:30 hits, Chloe's cell phone blares out "Landslide" by the Dixie Chicks. Chloe's eyes widen in panic. She dismisses the group, thanking them for a great class. Stacie doesn't get a chance to say goodbye to the redhead, Chloe answers her phone while running out of the studio. Stacie makes her way to the bench, scowling at her still unanswered text messages. She opens her conversation with Aubrey, typing out yet another message to the blonde.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:30 a.m.) Okay, so I am pretty sure that Chloe spent the majority of the class time staring at my ass. I don't know if I should feel harassed or proud. I'm leaning towards the latter.
Stacie pulls on her clothes, making her way out of the studio. On her way out of the gym, she is stopped by some meathead. The dude is so buff that he pretty much has no visible neck. Stacie crinkles her nose in disgust, the hunter scoffing at the dude's forwardness.
"Hey sexy. What are you doing today?"
"Not having this conversation, that's for sure."
"Would you like to go out with me tonight?"
"Um, not in a million years, buddy."
"Why not?"
"Um, mostly because you look like a roided out piece of beef jerky. Not really my thing dude."
"Are you saying that you don't want a piece of Mike?"
"Oh you talk about yourself in the third person? That makes you so much more attractive….not."
"Why are you being so rude?"
"What's taking you so long Honey?"
Stacie startles as an arm slides over her waist. She looks over to meet Chloe's warm smile. Chloe leans up slightly, pressing a kiss to the brunette's cheek. Stacie shakes off her small amount of shock, melting her body into the redhead's.
"Sorry babe. I got stopped on my way out."
"Sorry Chloe, I didn't know she was your girlfriend."
"Don't let it happen again, Mike."
"Yes ma'am."
Chloe laughs lightly, removing her hand from Stacie's waist, interlocking their hands. She pulls the taller girl out of the gym, dropping Stacie's hand as soon as they are outside. Stacie turns her body, meeting Chloe's sheepish grin.
"Sorry. I didn't mean to invade your space like that. Mike is kind of dense."
"Must be all of the steroids."
Chloe laughs."Seriously though, he tried the same thing with Aubrey and I. When we first started coming to this gym. I tried everything, I told him that I was gay, that I wasn't interested. He just wouldn't listen or he couldn't comprehend being shot down. So when he tried the same thing on Aubrey, we did what I just did for you. He hasn't tried anything with me since."
"What about Bree?"
"She hasn't been here in like six months. When she isn't studying or hanging out with you, she has a tendency to jog around our neighborhood. That is the only exercise that she seems to have time for now."
"I know some other activities that are good for cardio."
"I'm sure that you do. Anyway, I have to run. I have to take a shower before my next class. I'll see you later Stacie."
"Later Red. Thanks for the hand back there."
"No biggie."
Chloe makes her way back into the gym, throwing up her hand to wave goodbye to the brunette. Stacie throws a whistle out at the redhead, causing the other girl to shake her booty slightly at the other girl. Stacie laughs, making her way towards her car. She pulls her phone out of her hoodie jacket, typing out a message to her favorite blonde.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:40 a.m.) Are you like super pissed at me or something? Also, did you watch the cat video?
Stacie slips into her car, starting the ignition up immediately. She curses when she notices the time, knowing that she will probably be late to her class. She still has to make it home to shower before she heads off to campus. That damn meathead. Just as she pulls out of the parking lot of the gym, her text notification pings.
B.I.L.F: (09:42 a.m.) Jeez Stacie, obsessive much? :P. Good morning to you as well beautiful. I am not pissed at you or ignoring you. I will have you know that I was in class from 8 am until 9:15. On my way to my car, my mother called me to inform me that her and my father will be flying in for the weekend. So I was dealing with that conversation. Then I had to call Chloe to yell at her because she knew about my parents coming to surprise me. Now I feel the need to call her back and yell at her for checking you out.
Stacie smiles as the computerized voice in her car reads her text message to her. She has never been so happy to have Bluetooth technology in cars as she is at the moment. She presses the button on her car that allows her to voice reply.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:43 a.m.) Oh my god, she lives! I thought that you were ignoring me. I miss you :(
B.I.L.F: (09:43 a.m.) Aww… getting soft on me Conrad?
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:43 a.m.)Only for you, Posen. Only for you. Did you watch the cat video?
B.I.L.F: (09:44 a.m.)That is nice to know. No Stacie, I have not watched the cat video. I will watch it when I get home.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:44 a.m.)Okay fine. You have to text me as soon as you watch it. It is so funny.
B.I.L.F: (09:44 a.m.)I will. I promise. I actually have something to tell you.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:45 a.m.) Uh-oh, that doesn't sound good.
B.I.L.F: (09:45 a.m.) Well it isn't bad. With my parents flying in later, I have a lot of crap that I need to get done so….
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:45 a.m.) Are you cancelling our date tonight? :'(
B.I.L.F: (09:46 a.m.) Well I don't want to. So I was going to see if you could come over sooner than originally planned.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:46 a.m.)I can and would love to. I have class in a few minutes but I can head over as soon as I get out at 11:30.
B.I.L.F: (09:46 a.m.)Sounds good. See you soon.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:47 a.m.)Not if I see you first. ; )
B.I.L.F: (09:47 a.m.)Cheeseball.
Stacie "The Hunter" Conrad: (09:47 a.m.) You love it. Now I really gotta go. I have to shower this sweat off of me before I head to class. I'll think about you while I'm naked. ; ) TTYL….XOXO
As Stacie voice texts Aubrey, she pulls into the driveway of her house. Somehow traffic has decided to be her friend this morning. She may just make it to class on time if she can shower quickly. She makes her way out of her car, quickly making her way into the house. Stacie makes her way back out of the house twenty five minutes later. Clad in short denim shorts and a tight red tank top, she lugs her freakishly heavy backpack to her car. She throws her backpack into the backseat before taking her place in the driver's seat. She takes a quick look in the rearview mirror to ensure that she is presentable before heading towards campus.
~*~90 Minutes Later~*~
Stacie makes her way out of the lecture hall, tossing her backpack over her left shoulder. She is pretty sure that she didn't listen to anything that her professor said today. All that she could think about was the blonde bombshell that she was about to go see. Thank god they didn't have a pop quiz today or else Stacie is positive that she would have bombed it. She laughs quietly to herself as she slides into her car.
"Damn you Posen. You are going to be the death of me."
Twenty minutes later Stacie pulls into the parking lot of Aubrey's apartment. She steps out of her car, foolishly grabbing her backpack as well. As if she and Aubrey are going to get any studying done. Their afternoon will probably consist of some heavy making out on the couch. Maybe a little bit of handsy fun if Stacie is lucky. The brunette shakes off the jolt of arousal that suddenly warms up her body. She stops in front of the apartment door, she takes a deep breath before bringing her fist up to lightly knock on the door. It takes less than a minute before Stacie can hear the deadbolt being unlatched. The door opens to reveal a slightly flushed redhead, still clad in her slightly sweaty yoga clothes. Chloe meets the deep hazel eyes of the brunette, smirking as she sees Stacie quickly sweep her eyes over Chloe's figure.
"See something you like Conrad?"
"Eh. Nothing I haven't seen before."
"Is that so?"
Chloe winks salaciously at the brunette before whipping her tank top off. Stacie's eyes widen as she takes in the redhead's incredibly defined abs. The hunter almost breaks completely free as Stacie stares unabashedly at Chloe's full breasts. The pale skin straining the fabric of the sports bra to the point of practically spilling out. Stacie can make out dark hickeys marring the top of the redhead's breasts, presumably put there by her best friend's mouth.
"My eyes are up here Conrad." Stacie rips her eyes away from Chloe's chest, meeting the amuse gaze of the redhead.
"I can't help it, you are a tease. I like boobs and yours are very nice."
"Well thank you. I am flattered. Although I am not sure that Aubrey would very much like you checking out her best friend. So why don't you come in? I am going to go take a shower. I brought Chinese food home if you are hungry."
"Cool I'm starved. Where's Bree?"
"She's in her bedroom. Her brother just called her like thirty minutes ago. She doesn't get to hear from him very often so when he does call, they talk for a bit. I'll let her know that you are here on my way to the shower."
Chloe ushers the brunette in, locking the apartment door behind her. Stacie makes a bee line for the take-out spread on the kitchen island. Chloe makes her way down the hallway, stopping in front of Aubrey's door. She knocks lightly before turning the knob. Aubrey is sitting on the edge of her bed, phone pressed to her ear. She looks up as her best friend pokes her head into her bedroom.
"Hold on a sec Alison, Auntie Chloe is at the door."
"HI AUNTIE CHLOE!"
Aubrey pulls the phone away from her ear with a grimace as the shrill scream rings out through her phone. Aubrey holds out the phone to her best friend, raising her eyebrow as she takes in the topless form of the redhead. Chloe shrugs as she takes the phone from the blonde.
"Hi Ali-Bear! How are you doing?" As the girl rattles on, Chloe presses her hand over the receiver.
"Hey. Stacie is here. She is eating lunch while she waits. I was heading towards the shower when she knocked on the door. I just wanted to tell you that she was here."
"Thanks Chlo. Give me the phone and I will get her to stop rambling."
"It's no biggie. I haven't talked to the girls in a while."
"Yeah but you smell like gym sweat."
"Thanks dear."
"You're welcome."
Chloe turns her attention back to the phone."Oh my gosh Ali, that's awesome! Hey your Auntie Aubrey is stealing the phone from me. I will Skype you and Andi this weekend when Mama and Papa Posen are here. Okay. I love you too. Say hi to your sister for me okay? Okay honey, bye."
"Tell Stacie that I will be out in a few minutes okay?"
"You got it BB."
Chloe makes her way out of Aubrey's room, closing the door behind her. She peeks her head down the hall, spying Stacie on the living room couch with a plate balanced on her knee. She is subconsciously channel surfing while spooning steamed rice into her mouth. Chloe clears her throat, Stacie's eyes leaving the television screen to lock on the redhead's.
"Bree said that she will be right out."
Stacie gives the other girl a thumb's up, causing a laugh to bubble out of the redhead's mouth. Stacie turns her attention back to the screen as Chloe makes her way into her bedroom. She pulls her sports bra off, followed by her bicycle shorts and underwear. She tosses her dirty clothes into the hamper in her bathroom. She pulls back the shower curtain, turning the knob more towards the hot side of things. She steps into the almost too hot shower, feeling the stress of the morning wash away.
Stacie is pretty sure that she is going to be sick. Her eyes were definitely bigger than her stomach when she got her plate. Then again, just because she filled up her plate, doesn't mean that she had to clean it. Damn Chloe and her strenuous hot yoga class for making her so hungry. Stacie sets her plate on the table, leaning back against the couch. She rubs her hands over her slightly distended stomach, focusing all of her attention on the television.
"What are you watching?"
Stacie startles, eyes widening in fear as Aubrey's soft voice breaks her from her trance. She meets the amused gaze of the blonde.
"I wasn't really paying attention. All of the MSG made me kind of space out."
"You know that there isn't any MSG in Chinese food anymore…"
"I refuse to believe that." Aubrey laughs.
The blonde makes her way over to the kitchen island, she grabs a plate and scoops some food onto it. Grabbing a fork, she makes her way back over to the couch. She sinks down on the couch next to Stacie. Aubrey sets her plate and fork down on the table. She turns her attention to the brunette next to her, a wide grin taking over her face.
"Hi."
"Hi yourself."
"I haven't seen you in a few days."
"I know. I'm sorry. I had a few shoots that I had scheduled this week. It's been hectic. I didn't mean to miss our class yesterday. That is why I couldn't come over last night. I was making up the missed class and getting copies of the notes."
"I missed you."
"I missed you too."
Stacie places her hand underneath Aubrey's jaw. She closes the distance between them, taking the blonde's lips softly against her own. Aubrey moans against Stacie's lips, immediately deepening the kiss. She slips her tongue into the brunette's mouth, tasting slight remnants of the sweet and sour sauce that Stacie ate with her lunch. Stacie moans into Aubrey's mouth, fighting the other girl for dominance of the kiss. Aubrey loses the battle when she feels Stacie's hands slide under the hem of her shirt, pressing into the skin of her hips. Aubrey breaks the kiss with a moan as Stacie's fingers slide softly against the naked skin of her torso. Aubrey presses a kiss to Stacie's jaw, sliding her lips down to the other girl's pulse point. She nuzzles her face against Stacie's neck, sucking the sensitive skin into her mouth. Stacie moans, raking her nails up Aubrey's back. Aubrey's moans, causing her to bite down harshly on Stacie's neck. The taller girl rakes her nails down Aubrey's back, making the blonde press her body against Stacie's. Aubrey feels warmth coil in her belly as her breasts press against Stacie's, nipples hardening under the fabric of their shirts. Instead of the normal surge of panic, Aubrey's body is buzzing with sudden arousal. Feeling confident by the lack of fear, Aubrey slips her hands under Stacie's tank top. She slides her hands up Stacie's taut abdomen, relishing as she feels the muscles contract under her touch. Stacie slides her hands out from under Aubrey's top, sliding her hands into blonde locks. Stacie tugs lightly on Aubrey's hair, pulling the other girl's mouth away from her neck. She pulls Aubrey into a heated kiss, immediately sliding her tongue into the blonde's mouth. Aubrey moans into the brunette's mouth, pressing her tongue against Stacie's. Aubrey breaks from her daze, sliding her hands up to Stacie's bra clad breasts. She squeezes the soft flesh, moaning as she feels Stacie's nipples harden under her touch. She pinches the puckered skin, Stacie arching into her touch. Stacie breaks the kiss with a loud moan, pressing her face into Aubrey's neck. She places a soft kiss on the blonde's pulse point, panting as she pulls away.
"Jesus Aubrey. We have to stop."
An uncharacteristic whine leaves the blonde's lips. "I don't want to stop."
"But…"
Stacie's words break off into another moan as Aubrey pinches her hardened nipples again.
"I want you."
"Fuck."
"I thought that was clear."
"Hey guys, want to…."
Aubrey all but rips her hands out of Stacie's top; the two girls jumping apart as Chloe walks out of her room. She makes her way to the kitchen island, making herself a plate of food. She makes her way into the living room, settling her body in the recliner next to the couch. She takes a small bite of her chicken and broccoli, turning an amused grin towards the couch. The two girls on the couch are panting slightly, faces flushed. Clothes are slightly disheveled, hair is mussed. Lips are swollen, eyes blackened with arousal. Chloe takes another bite of her food, shaking her head with a soft laugh.
"Aubrey, I thought that we weren't allowed to have sex on the couch."
Aubrey's mouth falls open in shock, eyes widening slightly.
"I said that you aren't allowed to have sex on the couch again. I haven't had sex on the couch."
"Yet. It looks like that is about to be a rule for you too."
"Shut up Bug."
"Whatever BB. I was going to ask if you two wanted to watch Real Housewives of Atlanta but it would seem as if you guys are busy."
"Well….I am down to watch some Real Housewives. That show is my jam!"
Chloe laughs heartily, popping another piece of chicken into her mouth. Stacie turns the channel to her guilty pleasure, pressing her thighs together to quell the painful arousal coursing through her body. Aubrey shakes her head at the two girls, grabbing her now cold lunch off of the table.
TBC…
Okay Awesome Nerds, here is my question to you. My next chapter is going to be super angsty. Like probably the most angst that I have written so far. So my question is, would you like some Staubrey sexy times before it gets dark? As always please R&R…it makes me happy and eager to write. I am also taking suggestions for things that you may want to see happen in this story or prompts for one-shots on my tumblr. Hit me up at
I hope that you guys enjoyed this chapter and I am sorry that I cut off the good stuff….I have to be a little bit of a tease to keep you coming back. ;)