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Beca thought things would be easier during her sophomore year of college. She thought she’d be the sole captain of the Bellas; designing their sets and leading them to victory. But she wasn’t the sole captain. She had help. From Chloe.
Chloe, who was supposed to have graduated already, was still at Barden. Chloe, who was ‘pretty confident about all of this’, was prancing around the Bellas' house in her sky-blue bra and panty set from Victoria’s Secret. Chloe, who’d exposed her bare chest to Beca more than once in the past school year, was the reason why Beca was lying in her bed, hot in the face.
“Goddammit,” Beca cursed. It was the middle of July, and the A/C in the Bella house was shot. Beca had moved in roughly a month ago with her fellow Bellas, joining Chloe after Aubrey’s departure. Things had been going smoothly Beca’s first two nights in the house, then Chloe decided to start baking in her underwear and bra. She’d shown up to each of the Bella’s bedroom doors wearing nothing but a lacy set and an apron- and, of course, a tray of oatmeal raisin cookies balanced in her arms.
Much to Beca’s surprise, she was the only one visibly affected by Chloe’s wiles. Even Cynthia Rose was more or less unbothered by a semi-nude Chloe. CR never reacted with more than a sly smirk before grabbing a cookie from the platter and returning to her room. Beca wasn’t as subtle. Her pale complexion always turned a fiery shade of red whenever Chloe entered her loft bedroom. Amy would be moving in with Beca next month, taking the summer to do God knows what and party God knows where. Amy’s absence was both a blessing and a curse to Beca.
On one hand, Beca had privacy. On the other hand, said privacy was more or less dangerous for the DJ. Especially after Stacie bought Chloe a recipe book last week.
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“Dude, why the hell would you do that?” Beca hissed.
Stacie chuckled. “What? Like you don’t dig it, DJ B. I’m just doing my favorite little midget a favor,” she winked before sauntering away into the kitchen.
Beca let out a shaky breath before speed walking to her room, Chloe’s bare legs teasing her out of the corner of her eye.
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“Fuck,” Beca sighed, an unintentional groan catching in the back of her throat. She was beyond wired. Chloe’s voice traveled throughout the house as she hummed a Billboard Chart Topper. Usually, some cool air helped calm Beca’s libido down, but she was out of luck right now. The air vents sputtered here and there, but were otherwise stagnant. Beca had to guess the house was around ninety degrees Fahrenheit.
She shut her laptop, unable to focus on mixing. Despite wearing a black camisole and jean shorts, Beca felt unbearably hot. She opted to take her shorts off, leaving the brunette in her camisole and black boy shorts. It certainly wasn’t as fancy as anything Chloe wore, but then again, the two were pretty different. And Beca wasn’t prone to dancing around the house in a red bra and panty number.
That’s what Chloe was wearing. And it was killing Beca. Beca didn’t understand why the ginger didn’t own any normal undergarments. Every bra and panty set she owned seemed to have the sole focus of depriving Beca of oxygen. And more often than not, leaving the small brunette hot and bothered.
An exaggerated moan echoed from outside her bedroom door.
“Come try this fruit custard I made! It’s delicious,” Chloe moaned again to get her point across. Beca rolled over and smooshed her face into her pillow. It was not easy living in the Bella house when Chloe was like this. Beca replayed the moan in her head over and over again against her own accord. Each repeat of the sound sent a shudder in between Beca’s legs.
“Fuck, Chlo.” Beca sighed, rolling onto her back again. Her underwear was soaked embarrassingly enough. Beca the soles of her feet into her bed, opening her legs. She swung her knees back and forth in attempts to dry the dampness between her legs. The minimal cold air she was generating with her movements only worked Beca up even more. She huffed, dragging her hands across her knees.
She always felt guilty doing this. Especially when thinking about Chloe. It was wrong in every way imaginable. Chloe was her friend -her friend that happened to turn her on to a painful degree. But Beca figured that because her horniness was quite literally painful, that Chloe wouldn’t mind what she was doing. Chloe didn’t like to see Beca in pain. Chloe didn’t like to see anyone in pain. But this was just Beca’s feeble attempt at justifying what she was about to do.
Beca removed her hands from her knees, bringing them to rest on her stomach. She dragged her fingers down to reach her hipbones, drawing lazy circles against them. If she closed her eyes hard enough it was Chloe rubbing those circles, urging Beca’s hips to lift off the bedspread. Beca’s breathing hitched when she reached the junction of her thighs and abdomen. She was so close to her destination. She slid her pointer and middle fingers under the waistband of her panties. Just a couple more inches and…
“Bec, you’ve tots gotta try-“ Chloe paused. The smile on her face dropped as she opened the bedroom door the rest of the way. Her gaze dropped to Beca’s fingertips which were half-concealed in Beca’s underwear. The brunette’s cheeks were flushed, her legs shaking with want.
“I-“ Beca quickly removed her hands from her panties. She sat up, hugging her knees to her chest. Chloe was dead silent, leaving Beca to worry. The red head’s gaze was now fixed in between Beca’s legs. Her inner thighs were glistening with arousal. Chloe shifted her focus slightly upward and noted that the tips of Beca’s fingers were coated in that some moisture. Chloe took a step forward, closing the bedroom door behind her.
“I can- do you need some help?” Chloe asked hesitantly. Beca gasped quietly, her eyes darting side to side. Chloe took a couple strides forward before sitting down on the edge of the bed. Beca’s eyes continued to dart back and forth before locking onto a random corner of the bedsheets.
“Why, uh, didn’t you ask the other’s if they wanted a taste- I mean…custard. Taste the fruit custard you made,” Beca let out a forced laugh, retreating into herself. What the fuck is happening?
“They’re all out. I’m not sure where.” Chloe hummed. Beca nodded before visibly shivering at Chloe’s gaze on her. Chloe was focused on the brunette’s camisole, which conveniently highlighted Beca’s hard nipples.
“You know…” Chloe began, shifting closer to Beca. “…I always wanted to try experimenting in college.”
Beca’s mouth went dry. “Uh huh,” she responded unconsciously.
“You’re like, aca-amazing at mixing, Becs.” Chloe paused to get up on her knees, leaning closer to Beca in the process. Beca instinctively spread her legs, closing them once she realized what she’d done. Chloe placed a hand on one of the brunette’s knees, pushing her legs open again.
“I think…” Chloe lifted her hips off the bed to straddle Beca’s stomach. “…there’s a lot more your fingers can do besides mixing.” Beca felt a cold patch on her stomach. She’d assumed it was just the material of Chloe’s panties, but when the redhead’s hips shifted, she felt a slickness spread on her abdomen.
“Shit,” Beca whined. Chloe lowered her head until her lips just barely ghosted over Beca’s. Instead of kissing the smaller girl, Chloe rested her forehead against Beca’s, breathing in her scent. She moved her hips backwards, just until her ass was resting on Beca’s pubic bone. Chloe reached a hand backwards, unbeknownst to Beca who was worrying her bottom lip between her teeth. Unfamiliar fingers glided down Beca’s inner thigh, pausing at the junction of her thigh and center. Beca’s eyebrows furrowed impatiently as Chloe’s fingers remained stagnant, bathing in the juices that painted Beca’s inner thighs.
Chloe removed her fingers from their position and brought them up in front of her face. They were slick with arousal. Beca sucked her entire bottom lip into her mouth, already certain as to what Chloe was about to do. Chloe brought her fingers to her mouth, wrapping her lips around them. Beca released her lip from her mouth, which was now agape at the sight. Chloe gently sucked her own fingers before removing them from her mouth and slowly reaching behind herself again.
Chloe returned her fingers to the junction of Beca’s thighs, the smaller girls breath hitching at the sudden contact. Chloe didn’t waste any more time. She grazed her fingers over Beca’s panties and along her outer lips, which were coated in warm juices. Beca returned to suck her bottom lip, spreading her legs wider. Chloe continued to tease Beca over her underwear, eliciting a frustrated groan from the brunette. Chloe smiled, continuing to torture the smaller girl.
Beca’s arousal, however, was painful. And she was getting impatient. She lifted her hips abruptly, hooking her fingers on the waistband of her underwear before pulling them down in a sharp downwards motion. She kicked off her panties and flung them on the floor. Chloe’s mouth was agape, and Beca rolled her hips upwards for extra measure.
“Stop fucking around, Beale.” Beca commanded, grabbing Chloe’s ass. The ginger groaned in approval, her eyes wide in shock. Chloe lifted her hips and hooked her own fingers in the waistband of her lacy underwear. She began to pull them down at an unbearably slow rate. Beca focused on Chloe’s center, which was centimeters away from being exposed. Chloe’s juices were thick, and falling out of her in milky strands. Chloe made sure to slow down even more, so Beca could watch the juices fall from her center and latch onto her panties. Chloe stopped completely, holding her hand out palm up.
“Bec, give me your hand,” Beca reached out cautiously, letting her hand be guided by Chloe’s. The redhead grasped her fingers, pulling them towards her leaking center. Chloe took Beca’s fingers, swiping them gently against her own swollen lips. Chloe shuddered at the feeling, as did Beca.
“Have a taste, and I’ll touch you,” Chloe whispered. Beca eagerly brought her fingers to her mouth, wrapping them with her own lips.
“Good girl,” Chloe smirked, shuffling off of Beca and removing her underwear completely. Chloe leaned on her own elbows, pulling Beca’s center closer to her face.
"Fuck,” Beca moaned impatiently. Chloe stared at her glistening center for a moment, hoisting Beca’s legs over her own shoulders, before leaning in. She pressed a firm kiss to Beca’s clit, receiving a breathy cry from the smaller girl. Chloe repeated the motion again and again, reducing Beca to a panting mess.
“Tongue- I need-“ Beca’s eyebrows were stitched together, her hips rutting impatiently. Chloe glanced upwards before bringing her hands towards Beca’s swollen lips. She gently parted them, an act that released a suppressed groan from the smaller girl, before taking her tongue and pressing it into her opening. Beca cried out, reaching for Chloe’s hair and tugging. Chloe let out a low moan, appreciating the gesture.
Chloe thrust her tongue forward, receiving another tug. Chloe began a lazy rhythm of circling her hole and thrusting her tongue inside Beca. It was good, really fucking good, but not enough for Beca. Chloe knew this, remembering how the younger girl’s fingertips were ghosting just below the waistband of her underwear. Chloe continued to caress Beca’s opening with her tongue before swiping her tongue upwards in an abrupt manner. Beca’s hips bucked, and she let out a shaky whine. Chloe repeated the act, receiving the same reaction from Beca accompanied with a hair tug.
Chloe stopped, gently caressing Beca’s hole here and there. The brunette was confused, Chloe could tell. The red head used this to her advantage, giving one last gentle thrust of her tongue against her entrance before swiping her tongue up and wrapping her lips on Beca’s clit and sucking. Beca let out a high, drawn out moan, tugging the ginger’s face impossibly close to her center. Chloe let up a bit, allowing Beca to recover slightly, before she gently swiped her tongue sideways across her clit. Beca lifted her hips and leaned sideways, sandwiching Chloe’s face in between her legs and tugging her hair.
Beca didn’t make a sound much to Chloe’s displeasure. She seemed intently focused on holding Chloe exactly where she was. Her face was pinched and her eyes were closed. Chloe wrapped her arms around Beca’s thighs and braced herself as she began fluttering her tongue side to side against Beca’s swollen nub. This caught Beca off guard and forced the girl to release the breath she’d been holding with a strangled yell.
“Please, I- Chlo, please,” Beca whined, clenching her legs harder. Chloe pressed her tongue harder, picking up the pace of her tongue. She vibrated her tongue side to side, reaching her fingers to pull at Beca’s lips as much as she could to get better access to her clit.
“I’m- fuck, I’m gonna-“ Beca was grinding on Chloe’s face, jerking her hips quickly to meet the pace of the ginger’s tongue. Beca cried out, holding Chloe to her center. The redhead paused, flattening her tongue against her swollen clit.
“N-no, don’t stop,” Beca strangled out. Chloe locked eyes with Beca, vibrating her tongue against Beca’s clit. Beca let out a high-pitched moan, rolling her hips aggressively against Chloe’s face. Her orgasm hit her in one long wave, making her vision fuzz at the corners. She continued to roll her hips, riding out her pleasure, as she struggled to form a coherent thought. The blood slowly left her head and after a minute, Beca let up on Chloe’s hair and relaxed her thigh muscles.
Chloe sat up and wiped her red and swollen mouth. The brunette’s eyes were fluttering shut, clearly spent from the last forty minutes. Chloe scooted up on the bed next to Beca, spreading her own legs open. Chloe began languidly stroking her own clit, watching the smaller girl beside her shiver with the aftershocks of her orgasm. Chloe would’ve loved for Beca to help her out in return, but it only took a couple lazy strokes for Chloe to cry out in release. She sighed, cuddling up behind Beca and falling asleep.