Dirty Brunette (FreenBecky)

Chapter 17

Freen sat in the car and looked ahead. Stroking the steering wheel and periodically glancing at the phone, she did not notice how an entire hour had flown by.

Freen couldn't understand why Becca stopped responding. She was rude, yes, but her actions...

Looks like the games are over, okay, what's next?

To make her angry somehow, what's the point? It all happened on emotions, Freen deliberately did not want to offend Becca or... Damn, does she really lack attention so much that she constantly runs into trouble.

If she left Becca alone, would the brunette... No, she wasn't ready to leave the girl alone.

Freen didn't even think about the fact that her car was parked next to Becca's class place. She flinched from the knock on the window.

"Are you still here?" the brunette accepted the invitation and sat down next to her.

Freen looked at her and was silent. She looked too closely, as if she wanted to see something. Then she just started the car and drove off.

"Where are we going?" Becca put her things in the back seat.

Freen didn't answer. She had no time to talk, her heart was pounding wildly in her chest from the thoughts that had just appeared.

After about five minutes it became too hot in the car. Becca, apparently also noticing this, opened the window and looked out.

It would seem that it should become less stuffy, but no, Freen could not breathe, there was a critical lack of air.

She should have been thinking about something else, but she couldn't stop herself.

Fifteen minutes later they arrived at the house. Freen handed over the keys to park the car and headed towards the entrance. Becca followed silently.

The air in the elevator evaporated as soon as they stepped into it. Freen could no longer be with the girl in a confined space; it made her head spin from the lack of oxygen. At some point it even seemed to her that it was getting dark before her eyes. And Becca stood calmly and read something on the information board.

"Freen" Becca began quietly as the elevator stopped at the top floor.

"Yes?" The blonde came out and turned around, finally looking into green eyes.

Her mouth dry, she licked her lips and saw Becca swallow.

The eye contact lasted a long time and, finally coming to her senses, Freen opened the door and invited the girl inside.

She then escorted Becca to her room, grabbing a bottle of water from the kitchen. Eagerly taking sips, Freen looked at the brunette, who sat on the bed and did not take her eyes off her.

Freen walked up, closed the door to the room and froze, leaning her forehead against it. She was afraid to turn around, afraid of Becca's reaction, why? After all, she met no resistance. Becca followed her obediently and silently.

Freen pressed her forehead against the door and, controlling her breathing, gained courage.

She was so carried away that she did not notice how the guest approached her. Freen felt breathing from behind her and soft touches on her waist. She felt warm, gentle fingers slide to her stomach and then she was pressed with her whole body against the door. Freen cupped her hands over her stomach and squeezed her slender fingers tightly.

"You're shaking" Becca whispered, brushing her lips against Freen's ear, giving the blonde goosebumps.

Freen felt Becca brush her hair from behind, and then touch her neck with hot lips, which caused not only a second wave of goosebumps, but also an impulse throughout her body, creeping through her to the point of trembling and radiating to her lower abdomen.