No Strings Attached

Chapter 20: Some things are bound to happen...

"Writing some music?" Freen asked as she looked back over her shoulder at Becca. "Yeah, my set on Saturday needs to include three originals in order to be taken seriously. And they need to fit the vibe. It's going to stretch me a bit." Freen shook her head and grasped Becca's thigh, "I know you can do it, no problem." She squeezed and let go, returning to her work with a pencil in hand. Becca took to scribbling.

The girls spent a while in comfortable silence as they worked by each other's side. Both managed to make some progress while not as fixated on each other. It was difficult, however, and by the two and a half hour mark, both were dying from longing. Becca turned her head once she got stuck and frustrated for the final time. She observed Freen's stunning side profile and decided that she could definitely be a model if she wanted.

"I can feel you staring..." Freen whispered as a grin spread across her face, though she didn't turn towards Becca as she continued making notes. Becca reached out and ran the tip of her finger along Freen's brow and into her hairline in order to sweep some hair behind her ear. When said ear burned red, Becca knew she had one up.

"I was just thinking how you can easily be a model." Becca expressed her admiration for Freen in soft words, finally causing Freen to turn her face to Becca's, once again placing them within intimate proximity. "Well then I guess at least I have a backup if my music career doesn't work out!" Freen chuckled as she tilted her head, almond eyes soft but focused sharply on Becca's eyes.

When Becca felt her blood rushing with noisy wooshing through her ears, she knew she needed a pause. She quickly placed a chaste kiss on Freen's forehead and jumped to her feet. Freen tingled at the contact from Becca's lips but needed more and was left wanting more. But Becca quickly disappeared into the kitchen.

"Grape or apple?" Becca called to the living room. Wha...What's that?" Freen asked, a little rattled. "Soda!" Freen clicked finally and gave her preference before Becca soon rejoined her in the lounge. This time however, Becca went to sit on the couch behind Freen, placing her legs so to dangle on either side of Freen.

"You're like a spider, trapping your prey." Freen grinned as she kept leaning forward and away from Becca. She wanted her to sweat a little first.

"Really? And here I thought I was just getting comfortable." Becca chuckled and balanced her soda bottle on Freen's head without actually letting go.

"Careful, you'll mess..." Freen warned Becca in a sweet voice.

"Then I better put this down..." Becca purred low as she reached over Freen's shoulder to put her soda down on the low table in front of her. When she pulled her hand back she made sure to drag it along the crook of Freen's neck.

"Is this a competition now?" Freen put her own drink down and moved onto her knees to face Becca, still situated between Becca's legs.

"Oh yes, you know how much I love a challenge..." They both knew the rules of this game automatically and immediately: the first one to give in and kiss the other is the loser, but to make it more difficult, you have to try and seduce your partner into kissing you.

Becca moved forward enough on the couch to place her feet on the floor. "I bet you last five minutes or less." She smirked with confidence as she leaned back on her left arm, while her right hand settled on the crotch area of the slacks she had been wearing. Freen bit down and chewed on her bottom lip as she watched Becca ooze sex appeal, but she didn't want to lose either.

Freen stretched upright but remained on her knees before Becca. Her arms snaked around Becca's hips and suddenly tugged her much closer. In this position Freen was completely in Becca's space and just about eye level. She was close enough to press her entire front firmly into Becca's. She was able to lock her arms where they circled Becca's hips. And she was close enough to nuzzle her nose into the hair by Becca's temple, inhaling her scent.