Untouched - 14

Beca woke the next day to warm arms wrapped around her and a face pressed against her shoulder. She could hear steady breathing and just see the flame red curls out of the corner of her eye, a smile crept onto her face as she yawned and carefully prized herself from Chloe's arms.

Seeing as Kimmy Jin had gone home for Christmas and Beca wasn't, Chloe had stayed the night, mumbling some excuse about going back to her own home town of Florida. They'd spent most of the night sat up talking, Beca in one of her super too big band t-shirts. The type that's so old it's faded, she was pretty sure it was her dad's at some point, and Chloe, still in that purple shirt, buttoned up just enough so Beca could still see that perfect cleavage.

They'd talked about their home towns, Tampa for Chloe and Portmean, Maine for Beca, how Chloe's family Christnas usually consisted of all her cousins coming to her mother's house for a huge family diner, classic Christnas games and of course, caroling on Christmas Eve. Beca sadly shares how she used to have a nice, tight knit family Christmas with her mother and father and after their divorce her mother didn't really bother with much anymore. Chloe had started to tear up when Beca had demanded she stop with kisses. Kisses that changed the subject to Beca's virginal state again.

"So you really never went all the way with your ex's?" Chloe had pried,, stroking a strap hazelnut hair behind Beca's ear as they lay on their sides, facing one another on the tiny dorm bed. Beca shook her head and blushed,

"didn't feel right. Like, clearly I've kissed girls and done all the over the clothes touching, yahda yahda, but they where never long term, I guess," the brunette shrugged and Chloe smiled softly,

"you'll find the right time and person," she murmured, pressing her lips to Beca's again. They'd stayed like like for hours, untill Chloe finally drifted off, arms wrapped around Beca's waist.

Beca wanted to tell Chloe how she had found the right person, and that she was Chloe, but Beca just didn't know how, so she'd snuggled down and fallen asleep in the comfort of her girlfriends arms.

The brunette couldn't help but smile as Chloe wiggled on her bed, tugging the duvet over her head to catch as much sleep as she could. The clock on the wall said it was only a little after 10am, so Beca had time to finish Chloe's Christnas present before heading to her last radio shift before the holiday.

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Chloe woke to an empty room. Beca's empty room, but the red head knew this was okay. She knew the freshman had a last intern shift to turn up to, they couldn't spend all day in bed, like Chloe had originally planned.

She hadn't meant to plan it, but when they had started getting hot and heavy after the telegrams Chloe's mind had gone into a whirlwind of nakedness and all day sex sessions. She wouldn't say she was desperate, but she almost physically ached to to the dirty with her girlfriend.

So the news that Beca was infact a Virgin had knocked Chloe alittle backwards. She'd never been with a Virgin, excluding herself. She wasn't sure how to approach the matter at hand, nor tell Beca she wanted to be her first. As she sat up and surveyed the room, she worried her lip. She was still turned on from the night before, from the touching, the sight of Beca's naked upper half and the heavy petting. The kisses into the night didn't help.

Chloe felt naughty, ever so naughty, as she flopped back onto the bed and closed her eyes. Her hands slid down her own body, tracing the lines of her hips as her right hand dipped under the material of her red panties. A muffled gasped slipped between her lips as her finger tips worked with a purpose.

In her mind she could hear the beat of Titanium, see the form of Beca beneath her, writhing in pleasure, calling her name in tune to the song. The red head moaned low, biting at her bottom lip as she slipped her fingers along herself, curving at the right moment, while her imagination ran wild.

In her head Beca was nude and wanting, her body perfectly reacting to ever touch, every caress that Chloe made. The brunette cried her name, as Chloe cried out "Beca" in real time. The red heads body curved up as her orgasm built, her own fingers working faster, hitting all the spots she knew she loved. Her orgasm was close, Chloe could feel it, burning in the pit of her stomach, traveling lower as the Beca in her mind whimpered in pleasure.

"Oh-god-oh-Beca," Chloe groaned, throwing her head back as she came, writhing on her girlfriends dorm bed,

"Oh my God. Dude, you didn't!" Beca cried in almost horror from the doorway, her navy eyes wide as she stared at the dishevelled form of Chloe. The red heads eyea snapped open and she met Beca's gaze, blushing as red as her own hair,

"shit."