bechloe ~ high school

Chapter 2 (The Fist Time)

Chloe's heart was hammering against her chest as Beca stood in front of her, holding out her hands. The redhead took them and stood up from Beca's bed. She watched as the teen stood before her smiled softly.

They'd been sat, making out on Beca's bed for about fifteen minutes now. At no stage had Beca attempted to take Chloe's clothes off, or return her to the same position she'd been in earlier, laying out on the bedding with Beca on top of her. No, the girl had been kind and gentle, something that had really taken Chloe by surprise.

Beca had always been the novice in her past sexual encounters. The person she'd had sex with would always know what to do and Beca would just roll with it. But this time was different. This time she had the huge responsibility of showing this beautiful young woman what to do. And Beca could feel the pressure as Chloe looked into her eyes.

Beca leant forward and kissed the redhead, cupping Chloe's cheek with her left hand while placing her right hand on the small of Chloe's back, pulling them together again. She felt Chloe fiddling nervously with the base of her black top and took that as a sign. So she gently broke the kiss, let go of the older teen, and pulled her own top from her body, this time letting it pool on the floor beside them.

Chloe had initially hesitated, but quickly realised that of course this was one of the first stages of sex. Best they were on the way to becoming naked. So while Beca stepped away to change the CD function over to the radio, Chloe tugged her own top over her head and placed it on top of Beca's on the floor. The radio currently had that song by 'B.o.B.' playing...'Airplanes' maybe? It was played a heck of a lot on the radio at the moment..

Chloe bit her bottom lip nervously as the brunette turned back to look at her, clearly surprised the other girl had already taken her top off.

"I-is this okay?" Chloe asked as Beca slowly walked back to her, "or am I not supposed to-"

Her sentence was stopped when Beca kissed her again, then pulled away with a kind smile, "There's no 'supposed to's Chloe. It's sex. It's about finding out things about yourself. About me finding them out and you finding them out. And we can do that however you like."

Chloe let out a shaky sigh of relief, having been worried she'd seemed too eager taking her top off so soon.

"If you'd wanted to take your top off then that's ok. But if you'd rather keep your top on then you can put it back on. You didn't need to take it off just because I did.." Beca continued, looking at Chloe softly.

The redhead couldn't believe how kind the girl was being. She shook her head with a small smile, "I wanted to take it off." she said quietly and Beca smiled as her face approached Chloe's once again.

"I'm not complaining" Beca whispered before their kissing resumed. There was something about being able to smooth her fingers across the soft skin of Beca's lower back that stimulated Chloe. And so she surprised Beca when she became the first out of the two of them to deepen their kiss with her tongue.

The brunette had to admit, she was stalling...while her mind should have been focussed on how amazing kissing Chloe was and how amazing it was being able to make out with someone in her bedroom (after all, her mother had forbidden her to have any boys in her room but had said nothing about girls), all Beca could think about was what she and Chloe could do next. She'd never been the leader in this kinda thing before, only ever the one to be led. But her priority was ensuring Chloe didn't feel uncomfortable at any time.

She remembered how it had felt when she'd lost her virginity to her 'boyfriend'. She remembered how vulnerable she'd felt. How she'd actually kinda not wanted to do it but kinda had and had just wanted to make her boyfriend happy. So had done it anyway. Beca didn't want to be like him. She didn't want Chloe to feel under pressure. She wanted to be like Julia, the first girl she'd had sex with. The one who had taken her time and communicated with Beca loads, taking the time to find out what felt good for Beca and what didn't. It had been a two-way street. That was what she wanted for Chloe.