Walk A Mile [FreenBecky]

Chapter 23 🔞

"See? It wasn't that bad, was it?" Freen clarified after they'd both clocked out. It was so strange seeing her girl's name in the mix with everyone else. They'd both congregated in the back room, where their stuff was in their respective corners.

"No," Becky admitted and smoothed out her new shirt. After completing each training video, the manager showed her around the establishment. She exchanged pleasantries with a bunch of new faces and tried to make the most of her first interactions with people.

"You'll get a pretty little paycheck without having to do anything," Freen gave her a smile when she noticed how adorable Becky looked in her little visor. "Are you ready to go?"

"Yes," Becky assented and extended her hand for Freen to take. When their hands were connected, Freen tugged on her hand and pulled her closer, where she then embraced her in a hug. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," Freen reciprocated and hugged her just as tightly. After gracing her cheek with a kiss, she secured her grasp on her.

"Is that the crack of the whip I hear?" Becky teased and stroked Freen's back, still unwilling to relinquish her body just yet.

"Shut up," Freen playfully released her and gave her shoulder a gentle push. "If it was, it was sounded for you, since you said it first."

"Oh, I am very whipped. The only difference between you and I is the fact that I can admit to it, and you can't," Becky announced and bit her lip, still staring at her with her arms settled around her waist.

"I guess I'm kind of whipped," Freen smirked and shrugged, letting her arms fall to wrap around the small of Becky's back. Their bodies were so close, but Freen was resisting the urge to kiss her. They were still at work, after all.

"I know you are," Becky's lips turned into a smirk, still biting her bottom lip. For whatever reason, her voice was lower than it had been before. Her eyes drank in Freen's features as she capitalized on how close they were. The idle hands that were around her waist started to caress her side, just to provide herself with some affection. The small, almost insignificant ministrations on her side stirred something within Freen and she wasn't quite sure why. Maybe it was due to how there was basically no distance between them at all, or the seductive vibe Becky had taken on. If that was her intent, it was working. Before Freen could react to it in any way, Becky had separated to retrieve her jacket. "Ready to go?" Becky quipped, detecting the shift in her composure.

Freen required a brief moment to regain her bearings. After shaking off whatever trance Becky had induced her in, she nodded. "Yeah."

-

"How long will we be gone?" Becky asked on the very next morning. Both of them had woken up relatively early, excited by the prospects of going on this road trip they'd loosely planned for. The road trip seemed like a spur of the moment decision, but Becky had extended plans for afterwards. She was serious about the date, although Freen was taking it lightly. While she was alone with her thoughts, she'd devised a plan. Hopefully, all would go well and everything would fall into place.

"Just a day's trip, that's all," Freen predicted and shrugged. "We should be back by tonight if we leave soon. That gives us enough time to do whatever we want up there."

"We should go, then. I want as much time as possible so I can get around to everything I want to show you," Becky tried not to allude that she had an itinerary for the day, but wanted to get her point across.

"Alright. Well, just slip on some clothes and head downstairs. I want to get some snacks before we go," Freen mentioned as she got up to follow her own advice.

A flowing tank top and shorts seemed to suffice for her while Becky wore a crop top that flaunted her midriff and pants that complimented her curves. By the time they were both ready and set to go, Jason and Nun were just emerging from their bedroom. Freen quickly informed them of her plans with the beautiful girl beside her, and when they got permission, they were out of the door. Becky wasn't even sure if this hour-or-so-long ride could even be considered a road trip, but she wasn't arguing. It was an entire hour filled with nothing but Freen in a tiny confined space. Those circumstances were equivalent to bliss in Becky's opinion, and she was more than ready.