Beneath the Ice: A University Love Story

23 (M) | HORNY

Becky, Freen, and Friend were in one car, while the others followed in Saint's car.

Becky was sitting on Freen's lap, trying to remove her clothes while Freen struggled to stop her.

"Bec, stay still," Freen told her, her tone firm.

Friend glanced through the rearview mirror and muttered, "This horny shit."

"Bec?" Freen called softly when Becky began kissing her neck. She placed a hand on Becky's head, gently holding her in place.

"Hmm, strawberry," Becky murmured, her voice dreamy.

Freen smiled at her words, but her expression quickly shifted when Becky started moving her hips.

"H-hot," Becky murmured, squirming in Freen's lap.

Freen's eyes widened. She held Becky's hips firmly. "Bec, don't move," she instructed.

But Becky ignored her, kissing Freen's neck again.

"Boobies," Becky mumbled, unbuttoning the top three buttons of Freen's shirt.

"Bec," Freen said, grabbing Becky's hands to stop her.

Friend, who had been silently observing, grabbed a blanket from the passenger seat and handed it back to Freen. "Here, cover her up," she said, rolling her eyes.

Freen took the blanket and quickly covered both of them.

"N-no, h-hot," Becky protested, trying to push the blanket off.

Freen held her waist tightly. "Becky, stop," she said, her tone firmer now.

Becky stopped resisting but shifted her focus back to Freen's shirt. She resumed unbuttoning it, and this time Freen let her, as they were both hidden under the blanket.

"I-I want b-boobies," Becky muttered, pulling down one strap of Freen's bra.

Freen immediately grabbed her hand. "Becky..." she began, but Becky cut her off.

"No, I want boobies," Becky whined, her voice needy.

Freen sighed. "Wait for some time, Bec," she coaxed.

Just then, Friend pulled the car to a stop. "We're here," she announced.

Freen looked out the window and sighed in relief when she saw her apartment building.

"Becky, let's go inside," she said, helping her girlfriend out of the car.

But Becky shook her head stubbornly.

"You'll get boobies if you listen to me," Freen promised.

Becky's eyes lit up, and she immediately got out of the car, stumbling slightly.

"Do you need help with her?" Friend asked, pointing at Becky, who was walking unsteadily toward the building.

"Nah, I've got this. You should head home—it's late," Freen said.

Friend nodded and drove off. Freen turned back toward Becky, who had already entered the building. She quickly followed her, grabbing Becky's hand and guiding her toward the apartment.

Once inside, Freen locked the door behind them.

"Let's sober you up," Freen said, leading Becky to the bedroom. She gently sat her on the bed. "Wait here. I'll get you some clothes."

Freen walked into the closet, and when she returned, she stopped in her tracks. Becky was standing beside the bed—completely naked.

Freen chuckled. "What are you doing?" she asked, amusement clear in her voice.