No Strings Attached

Chapter 22: Strings and Boundaries

For an intense eternity, Becca buckled and her mind went blank. The only thing she knew was that she had a hunger for Freen that had to be sated. With her hands pressed on either sides of Freen, digging into the bed, Becca repositioned herself more securely over Freen. Her hips still pressed and rolled against Freen's most sensitive spot, causing her to release small cries of both pain and pleasure.

"So low-key non-committal sex?" Becca's voice was husky as she breathed over the sensitive hairs that ran along Freen's ears.

"Something like that..." Freen gasped at the look in Becca's eyes, the fire that burned as hot as a gas giant, seeking to envelop Freen bit by bit. Freen chewed on her bottom lip as she watched Becca's movements in painstakingly slow motion. Becca leaned down on one elbow to ensure her weight remained on Freen. Her legs she shifted slightly, keeping her hips between Freen's thighs but leaving enough space for her hand to search along the silky expanse of Freen's abdomen.

The muscles beneath Becca's fingertips jolted slightly at the contact and it sent shivers down the caramel blonde's spine. She was holding back from simply plunging her hand into the front of Freen's pants, but honestly - she was scared. This wasn't just some girl after a gig...

Freen groaned beneath Becca as she tilted her head back and licked her lips, the warmth between her thighs starting to burn slowly from the inside and radiating outward in waves. She could absolutely not control what Becca did to her body, causing it to move and react on its own accord. She felt almost embarrassed of the pleasurable noises tumbling past her lips. When she rolled her hips again, it was in perfect sync with Becca's movement, allowing for an increase of pressure.

Freen dug her face into Becca's neck. Her teeth dragging against the skin before biting down and sucking lightly, then letting go.

"Beck..." She moaned and breathed hard as their bodies wriggled and continued to rock back and forth in tandem.

Becca felt like she was starting to spin into a vortex of thoughts and feelings. Is this how she wanted to start having sex with Freen? Randomly in the middle of band practice in Becca's messy room?

Oh god, Freen looked so good beneath her, Becca thought as she watched Freen's head tip back in pleasure. Becca was reminded of her traveling hand, now inching it upward underneath Freen's shirt. Her warmth and silken skin was something Becca just wanted wrapped around her.

"OH God, Beckkkyyy...stop teasing me..." Freen cried out when Becca pawed at her one breast, skimming over the fabric of her bra.

"Fuck..." Becca moaned deeply once more as little jolts of lightning were shooting between her lower abdomen and the sensitive area between her thighs.

"Please do! Beck... please... god knows I need this..." The intense grind between their bodies would not cease as they struggled to not simply rip each other's clothes off. Freen's words came out as a begging whine and it made Becca shake in anticipation.

Yet, something was not quite right.

"You said you need this." Becca pulled back a bit and tried to steady her breath. Her lustful eyes were still on full display for Freen, despite her sudden hesitation.

"What?" Freen frowned in confusion, her eyes drunk from pleasure and clearly very little blood in her head.

"You said 'this', not 'you'." Becca scowled slightly as her eyes darted around Freen's face. She moved her body to shift her legs to the outsides of Freen's thighs, straddling her lap and looking down at the person that could literally be the love of her life.

But she was scared and something had clicked in her head that she'd never considered before.

"I know you told me you and Scott never...ya know. But, uhhh..." Becca blushes and rubbed the back of her neck, while her eyes diverted from Freen's. "Have you...ever? With anyone?"